My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 480

"Arrest them! Arrest them all! Get in touch with all the wizards who can solve this problem!" The French Minister of Magic waved his arms angrily, as if he had fallen into madness, and he yelled at the Aurors beside him, "Secret Law must never be broken in France, I remember Newt Scamander can solve this matter? Get him, like seventeen years ago!"

He didn't care whether the Aurors around him could understand him, or whether his plan was feasible, he just shouted like no one else was there. Fortunately, the tourists around him had basically evacuated, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore could Hear his nonsense.

"Even if all the magic in Paris is captured, all their memories will be erased," he danced, and the gentleman who had been handsome a few minutes ago now seems to be a lunatic who spends his days picking up **** in a bridge hole." To the British Ministry of Magic, to Grindelwald, to all who can help us!"

"What an idiot..."

Grindelwald, frowning in disgust, raised his arm and stared at his dominant wand-holding hand, which he had shaken with the French Minister of Magic a few months earlier, and the sense of stupidity still seemed to persist. In the palm of his hand, even as the minister's actions became more intense, the tip of his nose wrinkled, and he could not wait to wash his hands again immediately.

"Lord Grindelwald, we are late."

Zweig walked behind Grindelwald, bowed his head respectfully, and peered into the crowd here from a distance, the witch from Ilvermorny stared at Zweig's generous back, still unable to believe that this sympathetic man The famous wizard of the same school really threw in Grindelwald's swing, and Zweig took off his hood and waited for Grindelwald's response.

"You're not late," Grindelwald said, shaking his head. "No, it's still a little late. You missed the funniest scene."

"We saw the heroic appearance of you and Dumbledore teaming up to break the barrier." Barry stood behind Grindelwald on crutches and said with a smile, "Nelson is not life-threatening, but he may have a little memory in the future, guard God didn't use it like that."

"His will is pure," Zweig said, turning around. "His Patronus is the toughest I've ever seen."

"I didn't break the barrier with Albus, Barry," Grindelwald laughed, looking at Dumbledore. "He'll be angry if you say that."

Barry looked in the direction of Dumbledore, and saw him standing alone in the circle of Aurors, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"He didn't seem to listen at all—"

"Okay, Barry," Zweig poked him, "don't be too busy."

"Are you Barry? Barry Dippet?" Dumbledore raised his head suddenly, looking at Barry across the crowd.

Seeing this by Dumbledore, Barry, who seemed to be fearless, also shivered, regardless of whether Dumbledore said the surname he had always resisted, and responded stiffly: "Yes, what's the matter? "

"Nelson has something for you."

Dumbledore said something completely irrelevant to the situation at the scene. He straightened up and walked towards the street. The Aurors surrounding him maintained a circular encirclement and moved with him. It was as if Dumbledore had a comical halo around him.

He sighed, shook his head, looked in the direction of the French Minister of Magic, and said earnestly: "If you want to do something, then do it. If you make excuses like this, won't you be disappointed in yourself?"

But the Minister didn't hear him at all, and just arranged for the Aurors and other wizards to arrest those who escaped from the screening room. It seemed to him that the city above Paris was really a unique shape. Naturally formed clouds.

Dumbledore's words seemed to be speaking to himself again. He walked straight towards Grindelwald, passed Grindelwald under the gaze of the crowd, and walked towards the ruins of the collapsed main venue of the Muggle Expo without squinting. To the door frame that stood silently, to the only audience left.

gold.

He stood there alone with his arms raised, exactly like the door frame in front of him. .

Grindelwald smiled. Dumbledore had made it clear. He saw the wizards fleeing with Muggles, the meaningless actions of the French Ministry of Magic, the ambiguity of people's attitudes, and the thoroughness of the barrier. The situation of collapse and a done deal, no longer intends to interfere in the current affairs.

"Stop them." Zweig turned around and instructed the Wu Yangyang saints, "The audience of the speech needs to be quiet."

The black square formed by the saints slowly spread out, surrounded the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, and did not attack them, but hindered all actions. The giants are running along the border, meticulously destroying all the walls that separate the two worlds.

"come on."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, the black veil above his head fell, and in the swing, as if he and Nelson were standing on the border door frame, the black curtain merged into one, the black veil fell into his hand, and he used it like petting a pet. His fingers brushed lightly on the black gauze, and he murmured, "You can stretch again."

As soon as the voice fell, the bat above his head trembled with excitement. The scene of the black veil twisting in the sky made the hearts of those who saw it tightened. Then, the black veil swelled violently. After many years, it stretched and covered the sky and the sun. of huge body.

"Muggles in Paris, you must have seen this scene."

Grindelwald cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "I believe this must not be what you want to see. After all, the magic of that rain seventeen years ago was to 'forget the most unwilling memory'. It seems that magic is very important for For your poor brains, it is still a bit too advanced, even incomprehensible, and even breeds fear."

His voice was not too loud, but it could not only ring in the ears of the wizards in the hiding place, but also resounded throughout Paris. The Voldemort bat, which was so huge that it was difficult to cover it all with his eyes, waved his body like a piece of low lying on the ground. Like a cloud, it made a mess of the sky, which was originally mixed with sunlight, heavy rain, lightning and thunder. After getting rid of the shackles of the hidden barrier, it stretched its body arbitrarily, and its black gauze-like tentacles continued to extend outwards, just like the Seventeen years ago, a black tulle hung over the sky of Paris. It shuttled through the pure white city and spread out from the fog, as if pouring a flood into the labyrinth where Minotaur was imprisoned. The mercury flows smoothly outward, and most wizards who see it can hardly imagine that this is a living creature, and it is even more difficult to associate it with the Voldemort bat in the illustration. It is only Grindelwald's aesthetic The special effects that are required to appear on the stage, this magnificent creature that even wizards can't understand, is even more terrifying for Muggles.

Before they could calm down from the surprise brought by the white city rising from the ground, they saw the same terrifying scene as seventeen years ago. Although the fire has not burned to the present, the great fear has made their hearts The same kind of fire was ignited, and these flames shuttled around the body of Voldemort's black gauze like a ghost, reflecting the sky into a cold blue, and there was even a faint blue fire emerging from the ceiling. It's hard to tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

The black veil rhythmically rhythmically introduced Grindelwald's voice into everyone's ears. The slightly hoarse voice was not annoying, even a little pleasant, but the magic of Grindelwald's language contained in the ethereal memory. But it crossed the eardrum and brain, and penetrated the hearts of the audience directly, making the already spreading fear even more bred.

"Yes, the fear is always around you, imagine the coworkers, friends and even family members you live with every day, someone who can take your life by gently waving a stuffed branch...but it's not the most Terrible, most terrifying, they don't take your life lightly for some reason, but in taking everything but your life, they have the prerogative."

Grindelwald's laughing voice echoed over the city of Paris, and this laugh spread to the ears of the Muggles, and it became as harsh as irony, as if the army was teaching their captives, and the ranchers were training their Animals, but Grindelwald doesn't care about the feelings of the mediocre. For him, a wizard who is inaccessible to magic is the mediocre among the mediocre.

"Of course, you can be afraid. Just as the strong enjoy the privilege of dominating everything over the weak, the weak also enjoy the privilege, the privilege of fear, and fear is the privilege of the weak."

The Muggles wanted to refute, but they lost all confidence in this world-destroying scene. Even the strong ships and cannons and elite soldiers that were specially parked around Paris in order to maintain the World Expo were under the weight of magic. He has lost his courage, and his weapons without men have been reduced to a pile of useless scrap metal.

Grindelwald closed his eyes and opened his arms. From the beginning to the present, not a single bullet was shot at him. He couldn't help laughing loudly. The laughter was full of disdain for himself.

"I even worried that your steel army might threaten the elites who master magic under the control of mediocre people. Now that I think about it, it's a big mistake," Grindelwald said coldly, "perhaps out of pity. , keeping you in the dark is the most suitable choice for those in power."

The Muggles should have fainted under intense fear, but the fresh spirit in the air forced them to widen their eyes, making it difficult for them to escape in the dark. They got the right to speak directly with Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, and even Under the action of the potion, their active thinking made them instantly understand that they were listening to the monologue of a villain.

"Have mercy on them, have mercy on them, must have mercy on them..."

When the French Minister of Magic heard his words, there was an uncontrollable look of joy on his face. He prayed silently, hoping that Grindelwald would keep everyone in the dark as he said.

He didn't notice the pilgrimage-like silence of the saints around him, or the helplessness of the wizards at the Ministry of Magic who had to be silent because of their power. He didn't control his volume, adding a variegated color to the original speech.

Grindelwald didn't respond, but a saint had already knocked him unconscious from behind and dragged him away slowly. Their hearts had already been surging in the world that Grindelwald had promised, and they tore up the previous ban at will, to dare to dare. Those who interfered with their beliefs attacked relentlessly.

"Of course, how can someone as wicked as me have compassion?" Grindelwald's tone contained a trace of anger that ran through his life, "You, living in fertile land, mastered the wizards once What can be brought about by the resources that have been transferred this time? Technology developed for enjoyment and conquest, endless greed and ability that does not match this greed... We have tolerated you for too many years, and the world and time have tolerated it. I have been with you for too many years, but we have only waited until the endless expansion of moths, I understand a truth, all the stupid people can only exert their value under the control of their insights, otherwise they are just a pool of meaningless mud. ."

Paris was silent.

Silent to the point where they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, they clearly felt the anger in Grindelwald's voice, and a greater fear enveloped their hearts - those with such power were going to be punished, and they knew this very clearly.

Their eyes slowly moved to the highest part of the city. The pure white skyscraper was wrapped in the body of a Voldemort bat. In the city, the resentment of forcibly seeing the truth has long been dispelled by Grindelwald's declaration, and it seems that it has never appeared. Although they do not know the inside story, it is clear that the person is there.

"Of course, unlike me, there are people who have pity and feel that you need to face the truth. Of course, he may be right, so you are at least somewhat prepared, but if he can see how pitiful you are now, he will definitely be disappointed. Absolutely," Grindelwald sneered, "there are people who are quite your patron saint, but even if there is a god's protection, how can you wake up a group of cowards?"

Grindelwald suddenly raised the volume, and his fiery tone made the city tremble: "Why don't you shoot the bullet you used to conquer? Kneel down at ease, for the greater good!"

"He really didn't have any good intentions. He was using you, Nal. After you sent the truth, he sent a more cruel fate," Tom narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction of the hidden place through the black veil, and shook his head. Nelson, who had fallen into a coma, scolded helplessly, "I never thought that someone would be as crazy as you, no matter what, do you think this is playing a family game? Squeeze yourself like this, after death Can you say 'Hey, let's have another shot'?"

Tom gritted his teeth, and in order to prevent Nelson's efforts from being destroyed by Grindelwald's intervention, he raised his wand and stood up.

"boom!"

Grindelwald's words were interrupted at the climax, and a red beam flew past him.

He turned his head in surprise. In the ruins, the boy raised his trembling arm and missed the spell. It was shot from his forearm, it passed through the black door, passed through the black tower, passed through Grindelwald, Shooting in the direction of Nelson in a straight line is exactly the light path that the sunlight he requested when decorating the black tower passed, but the sunlight did not come from overhead, but from the ground.

Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him with the strongest surprise on his face since he arrived in Paris.

The one who dared to interrupt Grindelwald turned out to be such a young and ignorant child?

"If you're praying that someone will be your patron saint, that's a big mistake."

Tom took a chair out of Nelson's pocket, put him on it, turned around, and met Grindelwald's gaze through the passage through which the deflected spell ran.

Chapter end