My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 512

"Where can you escape? Kant, to be honest, you have disappointed me."

In the alley next to King's Cross Station, Ludwig was leaning against the dirty wall, clutching his **** neck, his chest heaving violently, his bright eyes staring at the shadow at the entrance of the alley, he thought. He wanted to turn around and run away, but there was no turning back.

"Why should I repay your expectations?"

"I saw your performance in the Triwizard Tournament. Although you are weak and full of loopholes, it makes you laugh, but I still recognize your tenacity. Tenacity is a necessary quality for the birth of any great wizard."

The shadow at the entrance of the alley sneered bitterly, and with a wave of his hand, a green curse struck Ludwig's direction. The curse was far from his position, but he was already exhausted. Ludwig, who couldn't move, clenched his teeth and pounced with all his strength. A small, faintly fragmented black shield formed like a tortoise shell behind him. The light spread all over his body in an instant, causing him to tremble as if he had been electrocuted. The small shield behind him made a shattering sound, and the debris lingered by the green light fell on the ground. The two limp bat wings drooping weakly. Although they blocked the spell, the impact of the spell remained unabated. Ludwig lost his balance and fell heavily into the trash can on the other side of the alley. , buried by spilled rubbish.

"But now it seems that you only have tenacity, Kant, especially after your stupidity has dragged you into danger again and again, and even this tenacity reveals a disgusting stupidity."

Ludwig didn't respond, didn't fight back, just closed his heavy eyelids tiredly.

Ludwig was dumped in the trash, only his slightly undulating chest proved that he was still alive. At first, he thought he had gotten rid of the pursuers, so he felt relieved and searched around London for a way to Hogwarts. He didn't know. Who should be trusted, who can be trusted, the only thing I can think of is the world-recognized Albus Dumbledore and the two friends who met by chance at Hogwarts.

His homeland had turned into purgatory, and those he once trusted had turned a blind eye, as if he was the country's biggest outlier, and he sometimes wondered if the crazy ideas of German Muggles were in the wizarding world. I got the orthodox inheritance in my heart. A few days ago, when I left the tailor shop alone that day and stood alone at the gate of King's Cross Station, I looked around at the street market shops that had been rebuilt in the ruins, and listened to the lively discussions among passers-by. Ludwig couldn't help but feel a little bit lost, while thinking about how their lives would change after adding magic to the content provided by The Times and a rare magazine that couldn't even mention their names. The sense of time and space interlaced, as if the place where he came and the place where he was were two worlds, but they were so far apart that those ridiculous bombers that were close to German Muggles could easily fly over London. To the point where he could escape here on a tattered and almost disintegrated broom.

Ludwig is full of longing, looking forward to his country will be improved after getting help, even if he understands that the wizards in England may have been devastated, but he still holds on to this last hope - not expecting to be like England , as long as it can be better, it is the greatest consolation.

He walked through the streets, watching the homeless people who might have been sold somewhere in Prussia, listening to a young homeless man telling a group of ragged children about a homeless man who had been abducted and sold with him. The story of a girl who suddenly turned into a witch,

No matter how anxious Ludwig was, it was useless. He had circled the train station countless times, but he still hadn't found the legendary railroad track, nor the bright red car described by the Hogwarts students. Beautiful train with steam.

He was so tired that he was not only rejected by his hometown, but also by the city of London. He even suspected that the Hogwarts students had lied to him, and there was no train leading to hope in the world.

But hope has not yet been found, and despair has followed.

As Ludwig continued to circle the station in search of the Hogwarts Express, a face he never wanted to see appeared before him—his grandfather, the one who kept him going to school. The old man who didn't want to buy a new hat grinned at him.

"Come home with me, Ludwig."

Ludwig's heart became even colder. He understood that this old man whose eyes were filled with vicious green was not his grandfather. But he was afraid of his hands and feet. On the contrary, the demon who had invaded the old man's body had no scruples. He swayed the power of black magic unscrupulously, turning the alley overgrown with snakes and rats into a dead place, vicious one after another. The curse poured out of the old man's wand, threw himself on the grandson he cared about, and beat the already tired Ludwig like a tattered doll. The wizard, let alone the opponent who took arguably the most important hostage to him.

Ludwig fought and retreated. When he was forced into the depths of the alley, he saw a warm little home made of broken furniture behind the garbage dump, and saw a wanderer who devoured other people's scraps. At the time of the visit, he braced himself and raised his wand to face his grandfather.

"Do you care about them? Haha," the old man seemed to have seen some ridiculous and unbearable scene, the green in his eyes became more and more vigorous, and even wanted to escape, "Ludwig, you are a disease, Got a cure, but that's good news, the little mouse has tied himself up."

Ludwig shook his head, his face was as resolute as a knight who can only appear in epics, with sharp fangs and dark bat wings showing sharp edges, he will defend himself with this wicked attitude until it is difficult to change. 's creed.

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face fell heavily on his face, smashing the old despair, wandering grief and hope for the future.

Ludwig tried his best to open his swollen eyes, turned his head sideways, and looked at the homeless huddled behind the trash can. There was such a wide road behind him, but he couldn't escape. He had nowhere to go. .

"You're ridiculous, Kant," his grandfather squatted in front of him, staring at him with a pair of indifferent eyes filled with bright green, and he glanced at the shrinking wanderers, who couldn't bear it. The fear brought by, some children even rolled their eyes and fainted, "You are really self-indulgent, do you think you can protect them? Like the Weltering who beat you to the ground? You have a family Ability, pierced through the heart by a sword? You are a complete loser, I can smell your disgusting incompetence from a few hundred meters away, more nauseating than troll feet."

"You're right, I'm a complete loser."

Ludwig stretched out his hands and feet, staring blankly at the cloudy sky above his head, his clenched wand slipped from his hands, and the bat characteristics that had long been scarred on his body also faded in an instant.

"What a disobedient child," the old man laughed again, and ran his fingernails across Ludwig's face as if admiring his trophies, "I must find some way to make you obedient."

He patted his skinny chest, gave a thin echo, and said with a grin, "How about nailing this old man to the tallest clock tower in the city?"

Gu Er Ludwig's body tensed suddenly, and his slack spirit came to his senses. He stretched out his hand, reached for the wand that had slipped from his hand, and glared at his grandfather's face with a twisted expression that disgusted him. Extremely green.

"Are you looking for it?" The old man smiled and raised the wooden stick in his hand. A flame rose from his palm, instantly swallowing Ludwig's wand. Ludwig was all too familiar with his grandfather's smile. , but under that smear of green, his smile was like a demon, making people fall into an ice cave, "Want to show grandpa a big firework? Just like when you pulled that Wiltenin to explode?"

The old man wanted to say more, but a soft sound of "bang" interrupted his thoughts.

A stone hit him in the shoulder, and looking in the direction from which the stone came, a tangled mass of red hair was swiftly retracting into the **** heap. Enraged by the Muggle's powerlessness, he raised his wand, However, Ludwig hugged his legs with the last strength, and his squatting body lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

"Today's astrology is not suitable for massacres." The old man showed an indifferent smile, and easily broke free from Ludwig, who was at the end of the shot. He waved his wand and said, "Go away."

The homeless people hiding behind the garbage team stood up like corpses under his command. Whether they were awake or in a coma, they took stiff steps, passed behind them, and walked out of the alley.

"I grant your little wish." When the sound of footsteps around him disappeared, he lowered his head, squeezed Ludwig's face with his right hand, lifted him off the ground, and leaned against the filthy wall. With a wicked smile, "The garbage dump is really clean. Now let's talk about how to make you learn to be grateful."

Ludwig turned his head to one side, not looking at him.

"You know? If the great Albus Dumbledore wanted to help you, he should have arrived a few days ago, instead of letting me block you here."

Ludwig pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Take the opportunity to see more of this wonderful sky," the old man patiently showed a kind and contradictory smile, "I'm really curious, why do you always like to fight against everyone?"

"Everyone? Who are you? Are you and your lackey?"

Ludwig closed his eyes and didn't want to chat with him anymore, but the Cruciatus Curse that followed made him have to cheer up. The old man opened his eyelids with a grin and said indifferently, "Come on, talk about it. Your stupid remarks."

"Huh—" Ludwig broke out in cold sweat, and managed to recover from the piercing pain. The robe on his body was wet with sweat, stained with filth on the floor and walls, and became mottled and ugly. He gritted his teeth and panted. He said harshly, "Are you trying to... huhu... humiliate yourself?"

"It's ridiculous."

"Prussia should have been a wonderful place like London."

"It's beautiful here? Hehe." The old man sneered, "It's more fragile than the worst glass."

"That's 10,000 times better than your devil's cave!"

"Anything, anyone, any system, in its time and place, has a reason for its existence, Kant, do you think Prussia is worse now than before? No, it is more prosperous than at any time in history," The old man straightened his chest and looked extremely proud. "Weak Prussia is marching towards the greatness it once deserved in our hands, there is no doubt about it."

"Become a...cough...a closed paradise for lunatics? Become a devil's lair that makes everyone talk about it? Even an organization like Nurmengard that intends to subvert the world will feel disgusted when it mentions you? Huh?"

"You really don't look like a Durmstrang graduate."

"What should a Durmstrang graduate be like?" Ludwig asked rhetorically, "Is it wrong that I aspire to be a good person?"

"Stupid, boy, I hope you can recognize yourself and the world you live in. I value your tenacity and tolerate you again and again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com because too many people want Make you a man qualified to represent Prussia instead of mutilating a greater cause with your disgusting protection and 'goodness'."

"Greater cause? Greater interests?" Ludwig laughed, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, "What kind of cause can you have? Did you ask Grindelwald for permission? What a parody!"

"You have long been given up by the Dumbledore you were looking forward to," the old man's face was full of disappointment. He wanted to say more, but Ludwig's words seemed to pierce his heart, and he did not hesitate. Raising his wand, a dark green lightning struck Ludwig's chest, "Now, I'm going to give up on you because of your stupidity."

Ludwig's eyes went dark, and after a sharp pain, he felt a very pleasant relief, better than any praiseworthy enjoyment in the world, his body kept falling, falling, after a long dark night. , finally ushered in white.

"Life Sucking Curse... Am I dead?"

Ludwig's face showed strong sadness. He opened his eyes and found himself in a pure white world.

The whiteness here is too pure, the feet are as soft as cotton candy, and the sight is boundless white. As long as a piece of railroad tracks that cannot be seen from the beginning or the end traverses the picture, it adds a touch of vividness and reality to it.

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