My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 66

At midnight, Nelson dipped his slippers and tiptoed out of the room. It turns out that, whether on the shore or on the boat, there are always people who can't sleep in the middle of the night. First Mate Jack stood on the bow of the ship and took the helm. The sweet dream of the captain on board.

He walked off the deck and got into the cabin under the deck. The door of the long corridor was closed. Only the room at the end was still lit. Nelson approached and heard bursts of laughter and clinking glasses in the room. , He turned his head and looked inside, and the group of strong male nurses were naked, lying in the room playing bridge.

　　 "Close your ears and listen."

　　 He waved his magic wand casually, and the sound in the room was cut off from the world, and his steps suddenly became easier.

　　 "Ahora hole opens."

　　 The door of the temporary ward opened "squeaky", and at the same time there was a hole in the door with smoky blue smoke.

　　 "Restore as before."

　　 Nelson pushed open the door and walked into the room. He was shocked as soon as he entered the door. In the darkness, there were sixteen pairs of crystal eyes staring at him intently.

"You are a wizard's accomplice." The dark-skinned 19340201 who spoke first, his image is also the most terrible-the whole face is completely hidden in the darkness of the night, only eyes and a white tooth that flashes occasionally Shining, he looked normal at this time, "Are you here to save him?"

　　 Nelson froze in place, he backhand opened the door behind him, and took a step back.

　　 "Wait!" The innermost 19391012 called him weakly, then turned to the black cause at the door, and said pleadingly, "You won't tell the doctor, will you?"

　　 "That's right!" 19340201 nodded solemnly, and the other patients answered yes as long as they could speak.

　　 "You should have come long ago." Pilot 19351117 complained, "He is different from us, different!"

　　 It seems that the person who understands mental illness best is mental illness. At the end, he added, "Quack!"

　　 Nelson shook his head. He really didn't know the thoughts of these people, so he gave up the useless work, went straight to the depths of the ward, stood by the bed of 19391012, and opened the shackles on his hands.

　　 "Close your ears and listen." He used the magic again.

　　 "You can talk, sir, there is no doctor here." He helped 19391012 to sit up, raised the water cup on the bedside table and fed him a few sips of water, "What is your name? Why did they catch him?"

"Hiss—Hope the stars and the moon finally brought you hope. I'm really afraid of being locked up as a wandering mental illness for the rest of my life." 19391012 moved my wrist and affected the wound on it, grinning with pain, "My name is Barry Beckman, just call me Barry. As you can see, he is a crappy wizard who has no power to bind a chicken without a wand."

"Great, I thought you were also Jack... You don't have to blame yourself. Most wizards are no different from Muggles without their wands." Nelson reassured, "But I can't let you go for a while. , Have to endure for a few more days.

　　 "What?!" Barry Beckman opened his mouth wide, in disbelief. He didn't want to stay in this place for a second. "Why?"

"I don't apparate, and I don't have an owl." Nelson stretched out his hands and said helplessly, "Even if I let you go, you have to stay on the boat. Instead of being so troublesome, I will take you away when you don't get out of the boat. "

　　 "It's okay, I will, as long as you put the wand..." Barry blinked, realizing that his words were a little improper, so he lowered his head discouragedly, "Sorry, I just got caught because I didn't have a wand."

　　 "You only need to cooperate with a doctor, and they will serve you deliciously." Nelson comforted, "Is it convenient to talk about how you were arrested?"

"It's a long story," Barry leaned against the wall, laughing self-deprecatingly, then opened his neckline with scorching eyes, and showed Nelson the design of the Deathly Hallows. "You should have seen it during the day, this sign. I am a saint."

　　 "A follower of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes, but I have to say that you have always misunderstood Lord Grindelwald in the UK. It may be because of Albus Dumbledore." Barry shook his head and said feverishly, "but Lord Grindelwald. It's not the same. He treats all wizards equally. Although he holds countless powerful black magics, he does not use them to do evil or to gain personal gain. Although this is easy for him, Master Grindelwald relies on it. Outstanding foresight has brought us together-together to resist the darkest fate of wizards..."

　　 He seemed to be suffocated, and he kept confiding his admiration for Grindelwald. It seemed that during this period of detention, Grindelwald had always been his spiritual sustenance. Nelson came in with his left ear and came out with his right ear. He had always been reluctant to fully believe in the emotional expressions of others. He was more willing to see is believable than hearsay, which was one of the purposes of his trip.

"...He gave me a task, a secret task, a great task enough to make me famous." Barry's expression became excited, but soon became lonely, "but I think my task may not be so. Important, after all, they haven't sent anyone to find me for so long..."

　　 "What task?" Nelson asked curiously, "Forget it if it is inconvenient."

　　 I don't know if the task is really unimportant, or if Barry's desire to talk is too long, he actually said it.

"I came to England to find a historian, Bathilda Bagshot, who lives in the Godric Valley," he said slowly. "It is said that this historian is the aunt of Lord Grindelwald. The wizard who has the most research on the history of magic in the entire magical world, she knows a lot of secrets, this is related to the ultimate goal of my mission—"

　　 He said cheerfully, "You know the sign of our saint—"

　　 "I know," Nelson interrupted his pre-cast shake. He sneaked his hand into his pocket and squeezed the Gunter's ring, and said in a deep voice, "That's a sign of the Deathly Hallows."

"Okay." Barry said dryly, looking terribly uncomfortable, as if a sneeze that had been brewing for a long time was finally swallowed. "Then I will make a long story short, Master Grindelwald wants to collect all three pieces. Sacred artifacts, so I was sent to find clues in the old papers of the history of magic, he sent me to Durmstrang's library to find clues, but how could this simple work stump me? I think Bathilda. Bagshot must know a lot of things that are not in the books, so I came to the UK."

　　 "So finding Bathilda Bagshot is not your task?" Nelson understood.

　　 "Yes, but my decision is right, isn't it?"

　　 "Sorry, it's hard to agree." Nelson looked at Barry, half of his body **** in the shackles, with an expression of caring for a fool.

"Well... it was just an accident. After I came to London, I asked someone to find out the location of Godric Valley, and then I was cheated of money." He lay down like a fate, staring blankly at the ceiling, his face messed up. His hair fell down, revealing that young face, "Then I was sent to a mental hospital."

　　 "Your story is a bit big, isn't it?"

"It's not important..." It's somewhat unspeakable to be caught. Barry couldn't say a word for a long time, so he had to move his goal to Nelson. "You still look like a student? It's Hogwarts. Is it? There should be third or fourth grade, right?"

He couldn't see Nelson's face clearly in the dark, and he didn't look at it carefully in the daytime panic. Now he can only feel his long figure, and misjudgment is unavoidable. This also makes Nelson wake up, he has been showing his true face. , Not to mention what foreshadowing will be laid for the future, even now, this young look is easy to cause trouble for himself.

　　 "Almost, what's wrong?"

　　 "Then why don't you go to school, but go...er, where is this ship going?"

　　 "Poland."

　　 "If you don't go to school, why do you go to Poland?"

　　 "I dropped out of Hogwarts." Nelson said helplessly, "I have no books to study now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "You are amazing!" Barry admiredly joined together, "You can actually drop out of Hogwarts."

"Don't you know? The only person who has dropped out of your school in hundreds of years has caught Master Grindelwald." Barry said excitedly, without feeling that his words were revealing his own leadership. "You won't be too Come to trouble Master Grindelwald, right?"

"Have you been locked up for too long? How do you feel that your brain is not so good?" Nelson raised his forehead. He felt that Barry could be locked up in a mental hospital for more or less his own reasons. He bluntly said, "I played with Professor Dumbledore. It's a one, so I can't go to school."

Barry's eyes turned into an angry look at the enemy again. It seemed that in the evening, Dr. Jack gave him the medicine and the effect has not yet passed. He said enthusiastically, "When you disembark, I can arrange for you to go to Temstrang to study! "

　　 "Let's talk about it when I get off the boat!" Nelson got up and said goodbye. It was late at night and it was time to go to bed.

　　 "Wait, wait!" Barry called Nelson again, "Do me a favor, just one, tell them I'm still alive, just use one spell, one spell is good, it's very simple!"

　　 This sounds like a lighting spell. Nelson tried it. There was a sound of something exploding on the deck above his head. He hurriedly left the ward to take the spell and ran to the deck.

　　 "I will repay you if I do what I say!" Barry yelled behind him.

　　 Nelson ran to the deck, only to find fireworks exploding in the sky above his head, and the splendid fireworks drew a delicate pattern in the sky—there was a vertical line in the circle, and the line ran through a triangle. It was too high and far away, so I couldn't tell whether it was set off on the boat or from a small island just passing by.

Chapter end