My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 475

"Clap clap clap..."

Sparse applause came from the corner of the screening hall. Someone took the lead, and most people applauded. Although they were all surprised by this inexplicable ending, I have to say that the maturity of this movie seems too much in this era. Too novel, not to mention, has a good result, isn't it?

The auditorium was quickly surrounded by applause. Only some sharp-minded people could feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts under the strong spotlight. They still remembered the movie posters posted all over the city. This is a documentary film.

But amid the warm applause, a discordant sob quickly caught their attention, the applause gradually died down, and people's attention was drawn to a emaciated boy in tattered clothes in the back row.

"Is there really Ali in reality?" Jin bit his lower lip hard, tears rolling in his eyes, dizzying the dirty eyes even more, this strong look of holding back tears made Qiao Kun Da Xinsheng felt pity, she couldn't help but look like she lost her "father" a few months ago, Jin wiped her eyes with her tattered sleeve, choked and said, "Even if there is, it won't be my friend, We have nothing, and if you hadn't taken me, Jokunda, I wouldn't even be able to get into this place, and the Germans don't care about what we have in our family, and they wouldn't even want to take us to a concentration camp."

"Don't cry, child." Qiao Kunda hugged Jin's slender shoulders, even a child his age could hardly say such a long sentence, but is the price of this early wisdom a little too cruel? She gently stroked Jin's back like a mother, and whispered softly, "It's all over..."

"How can I get there? I once told the Germans patrolling the streets, let them take me to a concentration camp, and I told them I could carry a bag on patrol, and I could even be a target for them. I'm not a burden to my grandfather, but They let me go."

In Jokunda's embrace, Jin looked extremely flustered. He had never enjoyed such an embrace before, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Even in the most aggrieved and helpless moments of his youth, his brother Ferdinand was just Tell him to "be strong", but what is being strong and what can being strong bring him, no one has ever taught this child, and pulling two little grandpas who have grown up is just silent all day long, looking for some adults on the street The drudgery that men are unwilling to do, his love has already collapsed along with his waist in exhaustion, and even in such a grand event that the whole city celebrates, the old man just thinks that there should be more opportunities for coolies.

"Two years ago, my brother told us that he was a wizard and would soon be picked up by Bubbaton, a school specializing in teaching magic, and he said we would have a better life, and he would make us never freeze or starve, I can grow up like everyone else with peace of mind, he left home and even found a few friends, and he brought them to our house carelessly! These friends are the ones who beat Grandpa that day!"

Hearing this, a heart-wrenching tingling came from Qiao Kunda's chest. These past few days, she only focused on teaching Jin how to guide the alchemy props to stimulate the magic, and often despaired of his stupidity, but she never had a good talk with him. , she always felt that Jin's heart should be as pure as his peers.

If this kid was like his older brother, he should be enjoying his second grade on campus now, but he looks more than a little smaller than his peers, only seven or eight years old, and the anger in his chest is swelling, just This anger is not directed at anyone, but only at himself.

"They told me I was a Muggle, a worthless Muggle, and if I stayed behind my brother, he would always be bullied by other wizards," Jin's fists were clenched and his body stiffened, "I am not only It's my grandfather's burden, I'm still my brother's burden, and even for those Germans who invaded us, I'm also a burden they don't want to pick up.”

Jin was so immersed in his emotions that he didn't notice that most of the people in the screening room were looking at him. The adults who had experienced the war sighed. Martha, who was sitting in the first row, thought of herself, and He and Jokunda's spectator, who had come in with him, took off his hood and stared at Kim's arm with interest, the spectator who was Ivey who had appeared in Diagon Alley.

A simple silver square was tied to his forearm by two cowhide ropes. As Jin's unwillingness and annoyance became stronger, a chain of rune words linked to each other appeared on the silver square.

The magic power was aroused around this device, but because it was guided by Jin unconsciously, and lacked the correct method, it just caused some light garbage on the surrounding ground to float up like most little wizards touched the wand for the first time. .

"So, does this child have no magic power?" Ivey pondered silently, which seemed out of tune with the atmosphere in the screening room, "Just using his emotions to influence the magic power...and then stimulate the magic power that was set in advance, it is really a Such a genius idea, but how does he guarantee that the user can successfully use these magic powers? Magic power is only the magic power that belongs to the wizard himself, suitable for everyone, is it…”

Ivey looked away from Kim and stopped on Jokunda.

"Sykes, I found it."

Gradually, the audience in the screening hall also noticed the changes around Jin, as well as the shocking information revealed in his language that could be linked to the plot of the movie. The inexplicable movie does have a sequel, and the sequel doesn't happen on the screen, it breaks the fourth wall and stretches the story to everyone in the audience.

"Bubbaton...Is it Beauxbaton?" A man in formal clothes who seemed to be of high status pondered for a moment, with a painful expression on his face, he rubbed his temples with both hands, and the artificially erased memory slowly slowly It came to my mind, "I remember this name, it's listed every year when the registry is counted, but no one has ever verified its authenticity, why? Why..."

If he continued to dig deeper into his memory, he could even think of the French Ministry of Magic. The arrogance of wizards was cultivated hundreds of years ago. Although the officials of the Ministry of Magic were used to respecting the rules of Muggles, they were often ritualistic. More than practical significance, and even this work has been handed over to the most unpopular Muggle Liaison Office in the Ministry since the untestable era. Those wizards who are not skilled and have no background are often stuffed there, their oblivion spells. Not even an ordinary Muggle's memory can be completely erased.

The Muggle official pressed his temples hard, trying to recall the memories he had forgotten, but the memories did not come to his mind, and the pain in his head increased rather than reduced. It is a common problem that they will not paint as recklessly as the wizards who are skilled in this way, but will only rudely cover the memories they want to erase with white and hide their ears.

The officer tried his best to recall, but soon passed out of pain.

Although he did not come up with any substantive conclusions, this dejected gesture also corroborates Jin's words. In the absence of most of the facts, a "devil feeding human beings" speculation quickly emerged in people's minds When they came out, no one would think that the so-called wizards belonged to the same ethnic group as themselves.

Their eyes were attracted by the floating garbage, and they all speculated whether this was so-called magic, but just now Jin Mingming said that he was a Muggle. Although they didn't know what Muggle meant, people still felt the shame from it instinctively. Not a good name.

In the screening room at the moment, the only people who knew the situation were Martha and Jokunda. Although Penguin had already erased Martha's memory of being interviewed with consent in order not to violate the secrecy law, but as a child Big friend, Martha had already speculated about Tom and Nelson's abnormality, and Nelson's look back at the end of the movie also confirmed this. She wanted to stand up and appease the emotions of the other audience, but she just left the seat when her **** At that time, he was pulled down by little Jack.

"Mr. General, I need-"

"You don't need it," Little Jack stared at Martha's eyes, and shook her head slowly. The wisdom in his eyes was not like the hairy monkey jumping up and down on the deck of the Icarus, but belonged to a man on the battlefield. The eyes of the captain who has escaped countless times, he frowned, quickly accepted the reality, and whispered, "We have long heard that the Germans are doing paranormal experiments behind their backs, and now I finally know what nuclear physicists mean. What is it?"

"Mr. General, look at them, you are already in a panic." The audience's pessimistic speeches kept coming from Martha's ears, and even Nelson on the screen was described by them as a demon, she pointed at the screen He said anxiously, "Since you know what kind of person he is, you should tell everyone not to panic."

"Don't do unnecessary things," Little Jack's eyes were fixed on the open black door behind the removed screen. The back of the door was as dark as a door panel, as if it could absorb all the light. He rested on the lower back, his body was tense, and the hard and cold touch from his fingertips made his heart a little more at ease. Duan spends his days looking at photos in the hail of bullets, "No matter what you say, how do you explain what's going on? How do you explain why you know this? At sea, those warships who like to chat on the radio are always caught First to sink."

"Mr. General..." Martha felt that little Jack really looked like a real general.

"Bring my wife to the back," Little Jack glanced at the pictures of all beings in the screening room with the corner of his eyes, and turned his shoulders in the direction where Ivey was sitting. This calm person caught his attention. , "Something big is going to happen."

"Something big is going to happen."

Aberforth's face stinks like it was fished out of a sewer. He clutches his wand and stares at the back of the colorful tower, the sky full of cracks like a mirror, the black shadow of the tower in the gap Slowly emerging, there are silver lights that are so dazzling that you can't look directly, and the surging roar of the flood that can be heard even on the opposite side of the wall.

"What's the big deal?" Dorian looked at Aberforth's face and felt that he had seen him somewhere. He suddenly widened his eyes, slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, and shouted, "I remember, you are the one. Take the goat-"

"Damn it," Aberforth said cursingly, pinning Dorian to the crawlers of the excavator, "can you not mention that **** goat, haven't you noticed what's going on right now? Will you invite a ignorant dementia like you?"

After being yelled at by Aberforth, Dorian's attention quickly turned away from the goat, his attitude became serious, and he hurriedly said: "Merlin's pants, you know that Paris was burned by Grindelwald seventeen years ago. At that time they all said that Newt Scamander used the venom of the Crimson and the rain of thunderbirds to erase the memory of the Parisians, but now it seems that the venom is time-consuming."

Aberforth frowned and touched the bucket of the excavator with his hand, which was covered with muddy mud. Under Dorian's gaze, he put his index finger into his mouth and smacked. Mouth, feeling the pungent but refreshing aroma of mint, "It's not time-effective, it's someone who uses an antidote."

"An antidote?" Dorian also found a clean puddle, got a little rain and tasted it, his eyes widened, "It does smell a bit like a potion, is it rain?"

"I'm afraid so."

As soon as Aberforth's words fell, a crisp shattering sound came from the ears of the two of them. They raised their heads synchronously, and the barrier separating the hiding place was broken. A god-like silver falcon carried a monstrous flood from He rushed out of the hole and slammed into the colorful tower in the main venue.

Pieces of stained glass shattered, and a splendid rain fell in the sky in the distance. Behind the barrier, everything hidden was revealed. Dorian rubbed his eyes in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.

The projection hall shook violently, the ceiling above their heads was cut straight by a giant silver shadow, and the flood swept over their heads. Memories climbed up from the hearts of the Parisians, roaring at them, the torrent above their heads and the fire of seventeen years ago reflecting each other.

As soon as the official woke up, his head was doused with water. He held his forehead, and the blood vessels on his temples were beating.

"That man, the man in the last scene... the actor who looks like a performance artist," he shouted hoarsely, "also the man who stopped... the devil seventeen years ago."

Seeing that the hall was about to fall into the flood, Jokunda let go of Kim and gave him an encouraging smile.

Jin's expression changed from sadness to hesitation, and he quickly became firm again. He stroked the device on his forearm, felt its "heartbeat", and raised his arm suddenly.

Jin's movements were a bit clumsy, as if a patient who had been in bed for a long time felt his legs again, so he couldn't wait to put aside the doctor's orders, and escaped from the white ward with the help of the railing to the garden where the sun could be seen. .

After receiving Nelson's gift, he adjusted for a long time, and despite Jokunda's constant telling him to "empty your brain and think about what you want to do", the suppressed emotions made him dull, always It made him lose the point. Whenever the silver device was about to come into play, his emotions would always make everything a mess, but now he understands that these unwillingness, these helplessness, these always need to be excluded. Emotions are exactly what he needs.

The flood stagnated as the emaciated arm was raised.

As if God heard their prayers, he took out an umbrella to protect them.

Kim raised his head to look at Jokunda, who was smiling.

"Go, Kim," Jokunda pointed to the open black door, to the spotlighted stage behind the withdrawn screen, and to Kim's front, "go and see what's behind the door."

Chapter end