My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 606

"Nina Kant..."

Dumbledore stared at her for a long time, looking at her beautiful but tired face, in his eyes, now Nina may be the most beautiful person in the world, looking at the dazzling face of art He lowered his head, and there was no pity and regret in his eyes, but a trace of sympathy.

Like everyone in this world except Ludwig, he still doesn't know the story that the lonely young man has experienced. Maybe the witch who went deep into the dangerous land with Ludwig knows something, but she never sees it again. It will not be the world where her lover exchanged her life for hope. Just wait a little longer... As long as she can delay for half a day, even if it is only 15 minutes, it can last until he arrives, and this girl can at least be seen.

His eyes stayed on the girl's robe with the bedding exposed. The rogue gang's logo was so dazzling that he couldn't even sympathize with the kind of torture a righteous soul would endure when wearing the same clothes as the murderers who murdered her lover, he didn't understand , why is she willing to fall into this situation?

"Albus, the most important thing now is to figure out what's going on inside." The old wizard also has his morality in his heart. If he is a person like Judge Shafiq, the International Federation of Wizards will not push him. At the current position, "If the person who witnessed the scene is me, I am also willing to give my eyes... We will compensate them accordingly, so that they have the glory that many people can't get in their entire lives, but now, we You must do the right thing, and you agreed with it at the beginning."

Dumbledore's body swayed, and the exhaustion came to him again. He suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Isn't he running around these days just to reach a consensus among wizards in this era of secrecy laws being abolished" Righteousness"? He recognizes the sacrifice and is willing to sacrifice, but why let him see the tragedy of the injured people being sacrificed again? He wished that the friend's message had not found him, and he wished that by the time he arrived, the city centre of Berlin had already been decided.

Dumbledore has been deliberately avoiding Nelson's whereabouts. He learned the news from Wizengamore as soon as Nelson disappeared a few days ago, but he did not intervene in what Nelson wanted to do as he did six years ago. Conscientiously acted as a responsible principal, meticulously conducting the interview that was so boring that he almost fell asleep, of course he knew who was coming to make up the number, and knew who it would be before anyone else. Become a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts next semester.

He just didn't want to see regret anymore. A breeze blew in from the broken window and lifted Dumbledore's hair. The hot wind didn't sweep away his fatigue, but dragged his memory into it. That afternoon when it was blowing like today.

Beside him is the towering Eiffel Tower in the center of Paris, the intertwined iron frames are falling fast in his eyes, his mind is bloodshot from the handstand, but his arms are still clutching the falling sleeve of Grindelwald .

"My life is made up of regrets, Gellert...Looking back, I'm amazed to find that I'm a man in his forties and fifties, and it seems like I've accomplished nothing in that long time. "

Dumbledore listened to the sound of the wind in his ears, and the flames of the tall buildings not far away hit the iron tower with the strong wind. One of them was like a young girl touching and kissing his cheek. His neat beard was curled and charred black by the flames. Embracing his former best friend and current nemesis, he saw the same care and calmness in Grindelwald's eyes. The eyes of the two were intertwined, and it seemed that he had returned to the youthful era when they discussed and studied magic together.

It's just that they are no longer what they were when they were young, and the fine lines at the corners of their eyes are becoming more and more conspicuous day by day, and the surrounding environment is not the green forest around Godrico Valley. The younger brother held his shy younger sister up from the kitchen window and stared at the two sitting in the garden chatting.

On the contrary, the black-veiled city of Paris is becoming unbearably hot due to the burning buildings. It may be the first time that they have embraced so tightly, but Dumbledore is determined to perish together in the fall.

"But I still feel young, you know? I feel like I'm even younger than those kids at Hogwarts, how can anyone at our age accomplish a few things, big or small, Either famous or alone, but I don't seem to, Gellert, the other day I saw a 3rd grade girl hiding under mistletoe and secretly reading a love letter from her adoring boy with an owl, young girl She doesn't know how to hide her emotions, and her joy almost overflows," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I also know that she got an O in the Transfiguration class, which I gave myself. Happiness is sometimes as simple as that. , Gellert."

"It's not bad," Dumbledore couldn't see Grindelwald's face in the gust of wind, but could only hear his comfortable voice, "Happiness is so simple sometimes... In this way, her life has been successful. "

"I'm much more successful than me, so I think I'm still a little boy, waiting for the goddess of luck to come down and kiss my forehead for the first time."

"Better than us."

"what?!"

Grindelwald's voice was muffled by the gust of wind, his hands were tightly clasped on the back of Dumbledore's neck, he felt a string that was trembling in the gust of wind, and after a moment of silence, he opened his arms and laughed loudly. : "Your other proud disciple, Tom Riddle, is in that building and has the honor to participate in our ceremony!"

He could clearly feel Dumbledore's hesitation and stiffness, as he had been many years ago.

Finally, at the moment of falling to the ground, Dumbledore's figure disappeared in the flames of a phoenix, but Grindelwald smashed to the ground heavily, accompanied by a burst of laughter, he was smashed to pieces, a group of people. The bat-like shadow fluttered its wings and flew in all directions.

"You left regrets again, Albus..."

Grindelwald stood up again on the rooftop of the building facing the street where the bats swarmed it. The fire in Tom's hotel across the street was suddenly extinguished out of thin air, and the outer wall of the building didn't even leave a black spot of fire.

He smiled and shook his head. If Dumbledore just chose not to let go, would he die generously? Grindelwald didn't know the answer to this question. Looking at Dumbledore, who was summoned by the Phoenix to take Tom away from the window, he retreated to the inside of the rooftop before he looked back at the window. After all, their eyes did not meet again. .

"But who isn't, Albus?"

Grindelwald raised his hand, and a small rose-red teardrop-shaped gem was stuck to his fingertips, which he had just buckled from the crystal bottle of blood curse that Dumbledore was hanging around his neck, before unscrewing the bottle cap. The last pointless line of defense, he stretched his fingers and let the gem slip from his fingertips, being swept into the wind like a tear.

Dumbledore shook his head, his dark vision lit up again, and he saw a **** tear slip from the corner of Nina's sunken eye. The drop received was exactly the same.

On the day Ludwig died, Dumbledore had actually arrived early as Nelson sat on the bench to bid him farewell, standing behind the pillars of platform nine and three-quarters, listening to Nelson in silence. A conversation with Ludwig.

In fact, he has always been a bit of a student who can't understand himself. Since the time of the West City Orphanage, he has been smarter than most people. "Who would resist making friends with Nelson?" This is Dumbledore The description he heard the most in Xicheng Orphanage was vague, but it was enough. He still couldn't forget the eyes of those two children when he saw them for the first time. One was ambitious and the other was calm as water. A replica of Grindelwald when he was younger, and they seem to be better.

He also kept an eye on the two little wizards after they entered Hogwarts, and as many believed, Dumbledore also felt that he was too conceited and always wanted to pick everything on his shoulders, and he was wary of Tom The yearning for power, and the curiosity about what lies beneath Nelson's calm blue eyes.

He was too bland, as if he didn't care about anything, even if he learned the magic that many people cherished in his heart, he looked happy, but it seemed that he was not looking for the spell that drove him to wave his wand.

He was a little relieved that these two little guys had formed a deep friendship at such a young age, and Nelson seemed to be able to be Tom's anchor, anchoring that ambitious soul on the calm sea.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was wrong. It was so wrong.

He still can't empathize with what Nelson cares about. He can smile at the things that most people are worried about, but lose his sense of things that need to cater to order. Dumbledore finally understands that Nelson Hidden in his calm eyes is the madness that he doesn't care about, and in his eyes as blue as sea water, the stormy waves brewing in Haiti are surging.

He dared to point his wand at his headmaster for revenge, and he didn't even care about the order and discipline of this society, as if he was the ship that found the anchor.

The thing that Dumbledore regretted most in recent years was that he robbed Nelson of his enemy in Troca's bar out of protection. Nelson, with no regrets in his heart, would it all have been different?

Dumbledore didn't know, but after hearing what Nelson said to Ludwig, his heart, which was bound by the harsh order, was loosened, and he felt the blood in his body hot. If the person he cares about does what he wants to do and he approves, will the world stop leaving him with regrets like before?

But he still didn't understand why Nelson cared about Ludwig so much. They were obviously not very familiar with them, and they were obviously former opponents. So when he learned that Nelson was going to come to Berlin in person, he didn't care about it as the chief of Wizengamot. , he has long been dissatisfied with the stupid plan of the International Federation of Wizards. Keeping a group of beasts in a cage is something only a circus can do, and there is at least one animal trainer who is good at whipping a whip in a circus. What's more, there is also a Nurmengard in the south who is watching the excitement, and even if there is no silently built high wall, they have already lost their original control over Prussia.

Dumbledore saw the figure of Grindelwald in Berlin. He used the hands of the dark wizards to play with this sinful place and invited him to enter the game like a provocation, but Dumbledore just pretended not to see it. Nelson, whose strength tore up the secrecy law, will not leave regrets like he did back then.

"Albus?"

"Professor Dumbledore?"

The call in the ward brought his attention back to reality. He had even imagined his reaction when the blood-soaked Nelson ended his war and saw Nina who had lost his eyes. He had even begun to imagine what Nelson was doing inside.

But he's not going to take care of it anymore, this is his war.

"Albus, if you want to hold us accountable, you can do it here. I have a clear conscience and am willing to accept any reasonable accusation from you," the old wizard's beard shook with the wind, "but since you have come , as the most powerful wizard in the world, you need to take your responsibilities."

"The most powerful wizard?"

Dumbledore smiled and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only his last words in the air, "If you want to know what's going on inside, why don't you see for yourself? If you're not afraid, just follow. ."

In the next second, a strong sonic boom swept the entire block, and a circular hole suddenly appeared in the high wall in the distance, and the surrounding area became wider and wider, until there was enough space for them to stay. The opening through which the building passes.

People looked at each other, but no one had any intention of leaving.

Tina endured the smoke and the nausea in her stomach, and she carefully took care of the girl who was so angry on the hospital bed.

"Should we take countermeasures?"

"It doesn't seem like we entered the center of Berlin in our preset situation?"

"Since Dumbledore himself played, then we..."

"I think the famous Dumbledore can solve the crisis by himself, what do you think?"

"Then shall we continue to gouge out the boy's remaining eyes?" There was a sarcastic laughter from the crowd, "So even if our discussion just now resulted in 'wait for Dumbledore', and now There's no difference... oh, there are, we got three eyeballs, didn't we? Colleagues?"

Different from the loud and sworn voting before, the discussion of the wizards this time is dominated by questions. It is obvious that the big hole is there, and it is obvious that it can completely fit the entire building, but they seem to use these sentences to put the question. The hole was plugged.

The peeping eyes looked towards the entrance of the cave, but quickly avoided it.

"I found you."

Tom stood outside a half-remaining house, and leaned half of his body into the hole in the outer wall. A dark boy curled up in the corner with his legs in his arms, trembling all over.

The slender black line in his hand pointed directly at the black child and connected to the top of his head.

Tom gently tugged it and pulled it out like a hair. The little boy raised his head and stared at Tom, who was raising his wand and chanting a spell, with his big, empty eyes like light bulbs.

"Barry Dippet, you don't look as majestic as you outside."

Chapter end