My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 659

"When did you become so socially responsible? Grindelwald."

Credence staggered back two steps, and didn't stop his weakness until he leaned against Dumbledore. He bowed his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and folded his collar, which was wrinkled by Grindelwald. , At the moment when the eyes met, he understood that Grindelwald still had not changed, the man who gave him strength and took everything away from him many years ago.

In a trance, Grindelwald seemed to have turned into a big mountain, the mountain that stood on the outskirts of Nurmengard, which was not yet prosperous, the high mountain that Grindelwald let him destroy.

"You haven't changed either?" Looking at Credence, who was shrouded in black magic due to emotional ups and downs, Grindelwald smiled, and the laughter expressed different emotions in different people's ears, "Do you want to Guardian, what is it?"

"It's not too late, let's go."

Before the atmosphere became irreversible, Dumbledore stood between Grindelwald and Credence. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers to attract everyone's attention. A phoenix flame was in his The hand lit up, and with the sound of Fox's chirping, a simple-looking washbasin was thrown to the ground.

"Hold on to it, boy," Dumbledore said gently, looking at Nagini, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, "you have beaten the blood curse once, and these memories are nothing to you. "

Nagini nodded ignorantly.

"Gnar helped you defend yourself, he is fighting in Haierbo's memory, this is just a repeat of that Animagus transformation," Dumbledore put the washbasin into Nagini's arms, Her eyes were a little distracted, and those memories that did not belong to her washed over her ego, but she still firmly held the Pensieve in her arms as Dumbledore requested, Dumbledore nodded, Said, "Yes, that's it, relax, this is no longer a war between you and the blood curse, we are fighting alongside you."

Nagini felt a sense of drowsiness hit her, she slowly closed her eyes, and the dense mist in the Pensieve gradually became solid, showing the same restrained color as her beautiful black eyes.

Dumbledore raised his wand and approached the "water" in the basin.

"I go first."

Grindelwald stopped in front of him and pressed his hand on the water first.

In an instant, the flow of water waves caused a strong whirlwind, which completely engulfed the figures of him and Dumbledore. When everything subsided, the figures of the two disappeared.

"Does checking the memory **** the body away too?"

Ivey was the first to raise his doubts.

No one answered him, and the two who disappeared almost opened their eyes at the same time, and at the same time they saw the exact same age as they lived in, and it could even be said to be the same cloud-covered sky.

"Ugh..."

The sound of the whistle remained in Mag's ear for a long time. She didn't know how long she had been walking in this black and white world, and her mood had changed from being anxious at first to being a little numb now.

"Minerva, why don't you read a book?"

Professor Binns raised his head from the stack of books and said to McGonagall, "As long as your mind is immersed in these interesting histories, no matter how long a trip may feel, you will feel extremely short."

"Professor, I'm just... I'm just worried, we haven't had time, it's been too long."

"Why?" Professor Binns smiled, raised his head and pressed it on Mag's forehead, the cold touch made her awake a lot, "Our journey is just the beginning, a person's memory from his birth to his death is often It will take decades, but we only need a moment to cross it, this is the realm of the dead, and the time of the living is meaningless."

"But-"

"Shh," Professor Binns interrupted, looking out the window, "you see, we're almost there."

Mag turned his face to the window following his gaze. The outside was still entangled in black and white, the silent and monotonous colors were like a silent film that melted. She took off her glasses, and everything outside became more obscure.

"not at all…"

Her voice gradually decreased, as if to confirm what Professor Binns said, a new color suddenly lit up in the chaos in her sight, like a knife mark that clearly separated the sky and the earth, the city above her head and the city below her feet. The dark cloud became blurred, and only the straight silver line remained.

She fixed her eyes and put on her glasses again, but everything in her eyes was even more blurred.

"That thing is not part of your soul."

Professor Binns reached out and touched her temple, cold fingertips urging Mag to take off her glasses, she blinked, everything became so clear—

It was a chain, a chain made up of countless mayflies connected end to end, their red one eye has been extinguished, leaving only a soulless corpse, but the train coupler-like structure born at their first place makes these Creatures that have long since completed their mission are still bound together, forming a tenacious chain of their metallic bodies.

No head, no tail, the chain is stretched straight in the box drawn by the car window, straighter than any straight line in the world, and it seems that there are two forces that McGonagall can't imagine pulling a saw at its two ends. , engaged in an unprecedented tug-of-war.

"what is this?"

Compared to these chains, the overhanging cities and the dark clouds that replaced the earth paled. She didn't know their purpose and experience, but she could feel a tragic story in these metal wrecks.

This story, not even their creators thought of.

Nelson never set up such a coupler-like structure on the body of the mayfly, and never let them stay in the fantasy to help him do things. These simple souls born from magic are completing their final mission - sacrificing souls and injecting them into missionaries. After belonging to their magic, they chose "betrayal".

They ignored Nelson's apology to them. On the way to death, these mutilated souls who are about to die have thought beyond the preset.

"who I am?"

"Where do I come from?"

"Where am I going?"

This kind of thinking is the patent of human beings. Mayflies are lining up and rushing to the gate of death. They are almost about to become a real soul. Behind the gate is another broken journey of the dead, created out of thin air. The thought passed quickly between the mayflies: "As long as we pass through that door, we can have the right to experience the next journey as human beings."

The consciousness shaped by magic can only be a false self, but if they really go through this stage, they may really be able to gain freedom like those naturally raised souls.

They were born from Nelson's magic, and were branded by Nelson. Every step of the action was receiving his orders, but that was the last order just now, but after the end of the dedication order, they did not disappear, but For the first time, truly face a choice.

They remember their pedigree. The eldest brother is a silly, silly exclamation mark who only knows how to bounce on the ground all day long. The second son of the creator is the Alexander they long for. They saw with their own eyes Ludwig, who had met face to face. During the entrance, he saw with his own eyes the power of the resurrection stone to call him back, saw the long-planned evil gushing out of the door at the moment when life and death converged, saw Haierbo take Ludwig's place, and set foot on the door. For the return journey that should not belong to him.

The prevention of Haierbo is not written into their mission. Their destiny at the beginning of their creation is to serve as a tool for magic to integrate into the whole world, but they understand that their creator, the one who used his own hands to shape a piece of ore into them. What the man in the place of birth wants, Haierbo's departure will definitely destroy his dream.

On the one hand, it is the expectation of becoming "real", and on the other hand, it is their creator. At this moment, the fast-moving mayflies fell into the hesitation they had never had before. No one gave them orders, and no one controlled their actions. One step needs to be decided by oneself.

At the moment of hesitation, a red train passed in front of them. It was Alexander who was helping Nelson. It followed behind Haierbo and wanted to hinder his pace. Nelson's second son was determined to stop him!

They didn't really enter the gate of death, but just at the door, the false soul completed the real transformation.

The last trace of Nelson's magic power that remained in the body of steel was awakened. This weak and imperceptible magic power could hardly do anything, except the instinct flowing deep in the blood of Wilttening wizard-transformation.

An unprecedented structure was born on the body of the mayfly, imitating the shape of Alexander's train, and the couplers grew and formed from their ends. The long train of thieves leaves the factory in the blurred vision, and begins its first and last journey.

The "tail" rushed to the back of Haierbo, who had grown strong from staggering, the mayfly's soul bit his wrist firmly, while the "front" rushed to the door of death opened for them without hesitation, rushing towards Ludwig, who took Haierbo's place.

"Ha, a new car?"

Ludwig had completely sunk into death, and after crossing the curtain lifted by the breeze, he saw the small train heading for him, the head of the train was tightly wrapped around his wrist, and he understood a lot after passing through the gate. Get up when the veil comes down, and go where you should be.

Between the two people walking towards each other, the chain of mayflies was stretched straight.

Haierbo relied on the death predicted by the mayfly to spy out enough gaps for him to pass through, but at the same time, he was also firmly locked by the death in his fate, becoming a prisoner always in shackles!

Mag covered his mouth, and in his vision blurred by tears, the silver of the mayfly became more and more dazzling.

"Hold...sorry...Professor," she choked up, wiping tears streaming down her face with her sleeve, and explained in a panic, "I...I don't know why, but I just want...I want to cry, sorry, I'm not...no I'm afraid, I'll be fine later."

"It's okay, Minerva, I understand."

Professor Binns pursed his lips and cast a respectful look at the corpse of the mayfly. He knew the source of McGonagall's emotions. These simple souls did not even have enough memories to form the Lost Mist, but they did more than many living creatures. His soul is even nobler, he touched Mag's head, and somehow, Mag felt a touch of warmth from Professor Ghost's palm.

"I understand that we have witnessed a great death, and Nelson told me this prophecy, but it seems to me that at this moment, this great death is given a completely different meaning."

Professor Binns blinked, except for a few ghosts who were crying when they died, most ghosts would not cry, but he also felt that his vision was a little blurred, the border of the silver chain was sharpening in the blur, Vaguely, he seemed to see the young man who often came to his office to taste the thousand-year-old wine, saw his young arm raise the black walnut wand, and saw the wand's handle hooped and belonged to the Garter knight. regiment's medal.

That medal was one of the first, but its original owner was not its first owner.

He remembered that he was also a man who was full of energy and never gave up. He was used to wearing armor that was said to have been passed down from Merlin's time, holding a sword and fighting Dementors. Bullshit armor, it often boasted that it was from a much older time, kicking the **** of those disgusting Dementor owners with its iron boots more than a thousand years ago. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

And that medal was just a medal of merit inlaid on its chest at first. It said that it was a prize specially given to him by its good brother thanking it for killing Haierbo.

The corners of Professor Binns' mouth twitched. As the world's most senior researcher in the history of magic, he felt that he heard a big joke.

The raised corners of his mouth quickly turned into a smile, and then, uncontrollably, into an exaggerated smile, he covered his stomach and let out a wild laugh he had never shown at Hogwarts: "Hahahaha, Minerva. We are two professors, one is crying and the other is laughing!"

"Teach...Professor," McGonagall raised his head and looked timidly at the crazy Professor Binns, "what's the matter with you?"

The ghost's flimsy laughter made the carriage tremble, and the laughter was mixed with joy, self-mockery and relief: "Our history is sometimes passed down in jokes!"

The train quickly headed in the direction of the chain extension, and a frail figure wearing a cloak walking on the chain with difficulty flashed by. Mag rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong, and the time was getting faster. It didn't take long, The train came to the end, and after a nearly derailed brake, McGonagall saw something she couldn't comprehend.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The dead city-state stands in the sky between the two mountain peaks, leaving no gaps, its tightness is suffocating.

Haierbo stood at the head of the city, looking down at the walker who appeared at the bend at the end of the canyon, carrying a coffin-like box on his back.

Chapter end