My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 473

"I like doves, because doves represent peace, gentlemen, should none of you dislike peace?"

The blond man turned his back to a group of prisoners of war who had been taken out of the concentration camp. He kept talking about his hobbies, but on his arm stood a mighty falcon that was more representative of the struggle, "but its theme did not match the times. , so it should be difficult for you to see pigeons in the past few years."

A team of gendarmes stood beside him, their rifles with bayonets in their hands were facing the yellow-faced and skinny prisoners of war. After the torture in the concentration camp, they even lost the strength to curse.

No one has ever seen such an officer who took prisoners out of a concentration camp just to participate in what he called a "game". After witnessing the shadows under those high walls, audiences were all wondering, this so-called "game". What is the game? Is there a more nasty and abominable way to play? They were disgusted by this person's behavior, but no one was willing to leave the viewing seat. They knew the trend of the war very well and just wanted to see how these scumbags would be punished.

"Do you understand?"

The blond officer had a straight waist and asked questions with his hands behind his back. His behavior aroused the indignation of the audience. How could he stand so straight? Before they know it, their hatred has spread from the participants in the war to everyone on the opposite side, even if this person has never been on the battlefield, even if he doesn't do anything, even if it takes forty minutes of the movie to have his first possession His own plot, even if his actions are placed anywhere else in the world, no one will find it strange.

The crowd stood sparsely, unable to answer his words.

"I've heard that some people use pigeons to send messages because they have the ability to sense directions," the blond man said softly, looking at the setting sun in the distance with interest, "this bird was raised in a safe place, Just follow it, and if it goes the wrong way, you have to come back and play with those people."

After saying that, he loosened the shackles that were wrapped around his forearm with the falcon, slowly lifted it, and threw it gently on the ground.

"puff-"

The faint muffled sound set off smoke that was too small to be seen clearly. In such a hellish place, the voice of life would not be louder than it.

The silver falcon fluttered its wings and flew towards the setting sun.

"What are you waiting for?" He turned sideways and used the most standard gestures to show off, but this kind of etiquette made the audience even more disgusted, "Let's go?"

The surrounding gendarmes fired their guns into the sky to drive out the dazed prisoners of war. Some of them took the lead, chasing after the faint hope. Gradually, more and more tired victims followed.

"Sir." After the last child ran away, the leader of the gendarmerie came up with an ugly expression, stood upright in front of the blond man and said, "Is your behavior too childish?"

"What? You can play, but I can't?" the man asked back. "But don't worry, my pet was raised in an absolutely safe place, where an armored regiment happened to be stationed to receive them."

"But what if it didn't fly?"

"What? There will always be errors in research. Are you going to shoot me on behalf of the head of state?" The man straightened his collar, twisted his neck and said, "Please pay attention to your identity, soldier."

The conversation drew the plot into even more icy despair, as the audience in front of the screen looked at each other, discomfort rushing from their chests to their throats.

"Mr. General, this... shouldn't it be Nelson?"

Martha clutched the armrest tightly. The back of the man on the screen more and more overlapped with the boy in her memory. Her tone became more suspicious and fearful. When they approached the tall circular building, they suddenly heard gunshots and the loud laughter of soldiers. The frightened pigeons strayed from the channel and slammed into the clean glass outer wall of the center.

Have you ever seen such a sight?

The birds walked through the reinforced concrete forest, overwhelmed by the turbid smell of asphalt and fuel oil, lost in the reflection of the mirror, slammed into the tall building, and smashed their heads.

But before people's buildings got higher and higher, they would still behave like this. This is not due to the stupidity or short-sightedness that humans joked about. They grew up on the ground and did not understand that birds and any life on the ground are the same. Different, they are naturally free and indulgent, yearning for a higher and farther world, they will challenge towering trees, thick mountains and even the boundless sky.

And now, it's time for the silver falcon to sing.

If the colorful tower is peace under the whitewash of magic, then the shadow behind it is the opposite cruel truth stretching out its ferocious minions, the painting that appeared in Nelson's dreams countless times again and again Appeared in front of his eyes—

The muddy falcon slammed into the muddy swamp, the pigeon's swirling feathers were infected with bright blood, even if it was bruised and precarious, even if its beak was broken, even if its feathers withered and decayed, even if the barrier ahead was already in everyone's heart. It has been established for thousands of years, even though almost everyone in the world is standing opposite and glaring at it, even if people are willing to live in whitewashed lies, it has not hesitated to pour its own life into its beak full of cracks, clear to the The chirping of the falcon, which can no longer be clear, echoed through the sky, and even if it was covered by a barrier, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The collapsed hull of the building ship is like armor shrouded around the silver falcon, and thousands of innocent people who died in the second Salem station are surrounded by it, like an omnipotent army!

Nelson clearly saw that under the lead of the silver falcon, they turned their heads one after another, winked at himself, and made Jonas's favorite funny face.

All the magic power in his whole body was squeezed out by the building ship, including the magic power prepared for the time converter, which was larger and more violent than the last time. Nelson could not even maintain the parts covered on the wand. It was falling apart like snowflakes, his body was like a crumbling blade, and there were bloodstains blooming like flowers on his young face. How could he care about the tip of the sword that was running around everywhere? With Dumbledore and Grindelwald standing on the wall, this kind of fearless dispute will happen every moment, but the death blow hidden in the duel is his most important killing move against this world!

"Go..."

The flood of distress made Nelson want to close his eyes, but he still wanted to see the last moment. This desire even suppressed the instinct of his body, making his eyes stare like copper bells, staring at him. The silver falcon stood proudly in the sky, and the barrier separating the battlefield and the hidden place also disappeared because of his limit. His body lost support and leaned back weakly. Everything above his head finally appeared in front of the wizards in the hidden place. They looked at the scene like a fairy tale, and their hearts were full of astonishment.

Dumbledore's wand fluttered, and the slowly shrinking water dungeon disappeared instantly. With Tom as the center, it condensed into the most terrifying waterspout on the ocean. The building ship, the rear half of the huge hull was instantly vanished in the furious roar of the raging waves, the planks and the keel were cracked inch by inch, turned into the most basic water mist, and were torn and dragged out a meteor-like long tail flame.

But what does this obstruction do to a ship with a deadly ambition? As long as there is a sailor, a ram, or even a sampan, its progress will not stop for half a minute.

The sharp blade fluttered in disorder, and Grindelwald glared at Dumbledore with an angry face. The powerful magic swept through the hidden ground like a mountain, and he even lost control of the blade in an instant, which made the blade Pierced from Nelson's shoulder, and instantly pierced out from behind.

But the pain has no meaning for Nelson. All he can do is encouragement. The silver falcon has reached the front of the barrier, and stabs at the weakest crack on the barrier. The sound of metal shattering comes from its body. , Nelson seemed to have suffered a heavy blow on his forehead, and his eyes went black.

But this kind of sacrifice also produced the effect he longed for. The crack that was not small was hit like this, and in a burst of crackling sound, it suddenly expanded. Flickering frantically, repairing the damage instinctively, but the Lost Fog swept up behind it, like the sun melting spring snow, the rune flickered and lost its color, and the cracks were like shattered ice, expanding into holes, spreading into The window, the debris fell into the two worlds separated by a wall, attracting everyone's attention, they did not understand what was on the other side of the wall.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" Dumbledore roared, "How closely the Patronus is connected to the wizard, don't you know?!"

He not only wanted to prevent Nelson from destroying the barrier, but even wanted to protect Nelson's Patronus, but he wanted to do two contradictory things at the same time in this moment of lightning, even Dumbledore, it was difficult Guarantee, he put all the beliefs that blocked himself behind, and the magic power exuded a momentum stronger than this towering building ship in the explosion.

Nelson's limbs were waving as he fell, and the mayflies that accompanied him lost control and instinctively returned to the Creator, but the water pressure aroused by Dumbledore was so powerful that these solitary mayflies had no such strength at all, Nelson His consciousness was blurred, but his eyes were still wide open, staring at the moment in front of him.

At this moment, the rune that was programmed into the bottom layer of the Mayfly's logic finally lit up. In the pure white city, the giant standing upright stood up. He was taller, more stalwart, and stronger than before, and the surrounding buildings were gently touched. , then disintegrated into the most primitive lost fog, Alexander's one-eyed eye lit up in the fog and steam, and the dial-like complex rune was as hot as the sun in his pupils.

Even unconscious, Nelson held onto his wand, the black walnut wand he had chosen, now as soft as when he first walked into Ollivander's wand shop six years ago. The fog poured out of his hands uncontrollably, instantly turning the street into a dreamy fantasy, and a steely sound came from the fog. Even without Nelson's control, the increasingly mature Alexander could play two shuttles. world power.

The wizard walking below suddenly saw a man in a long trench coat fall from the waterspout above his head. His eyes widened, and his whole body was covered with cracks like fragile porcelain. He was quickly enveloped in white mist. They avoided the falling Nelson in horror. , they didn't even have time to cast their magic, and they didn't even notice that their own magic power had long been stagnant under the pressure of Dumbledore's magnificent incantation. In a sound of gears turning from nowhere, their movements became extremely sluggish, conjoined. The speed of Nelson's descent has also slowed down, but in the eyes of people here, Nelson's falling speed is no different from normal.

The surging Lost Mist boiled even more, as if a door had opened in the air, a sturdy arm spewing steam stretched out from the fog, followed by another hand, two iron hands larger than the surrounding stadium facing each other. Facing each other, pinched the fragile edge of the space, and forcibly tore a crack, Grindelwald's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he lowered his head, his eyes were facing the one-eyed woven with time, the ruthless killing intent was like reality Usually poking his mind directly, he actually saw the emotions that only the soul and life can surging from the iron lumps that he has always looked down on, and this emotion gave birth to even greater magic, Alexander's upper body squeezed out from the crack , with both hands up, as if the gods were entrusting the sky.

"Om-"

The neat sounds of the machine were combined, and Alexander waved his iron arm, forcibly tore a hole in the vortex set off by Dumbledore. The anxious Tom suddenly felt a scorching temperature coming from his chest, and he showed a face. Rejoicing, he stretched out his hand, and pulled out the velvet necklace from the neckline, the magic text burst out, his figure appeared behind Nelson's fall, and Nelson's back slammed heavily on his chest, blocking it for a moment, the two of them. The figures fell together under the pressure of gravity. Fortunately, Tom did not lose his wand. When they were about to fall, the speed of the fall finally stopped, and Nelson stood steadily. on the ground.

Tom bit his lip, wrapped Nelson's arm around his shoulder, carried him and stood in the crowd, staring at the gap in the sky, the silver falcon was stalemate with it, and Nelson, who was connected to its soul, was getting worse and worse. Fingertips hold the blade, and I can't tell if I have seen it.

Dumbledore manipulated the magic expressionlessly, sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead.

Grindelwald sighed, stepped forward, and appeared beside Silver Falcon, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly widened.

"We always have to make a choice, Albus," the wand poked lightly on the gap, and the deadlocked scale was instantly overturned, "This kind of thing should be done by a crazy dark wizard like me... Nelson , I thought he was the coolest young man I've ever seen, even if he was in the enemy's territory, he could forcibly accept it, but I misunderstood, he may be the craziest person I've ever seen."

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