My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 70

　　 Newmont Gade is the most dangerous and safest place in Europe and even the whole world.

The name Numontgard may refer to an island, or a city, or simply the tower, but Nelson felt that it was referring to the place where Gellert Grindelwald was, and he stood Where, where is Newmondgard.

　　 A towering black tower pierced the sky. Its black is pure and rich, and does not reflect a trace of light. It is so magnificent that everyone who sees it will involuntarily rise in awe.

　　 The entrance in front of the tower is engraved with Grindelwald's famous saying:

　　 "For the greater good."

Different from the solemn appearance of the tower, the surrounding buildings look diverse, row upon row, growing wildly upwards, each with its own unique artistic style, and their respective builders should come from all over the world. These unique architectural stars Arched the tallest tower like an arched moon, forming a small city, a living city that belongs only to wizards.

Unlike the orderly military base in Nelson's imagination, the streets of Newmontgard are bustling and lively. Even the most run-down streets in the corners are full of hawkers and customers bargaining. They are no better than the most prosperous ones in the UK. Jiaoxiang is not full of violence and oppression as stated in the newspapers. It is like a paradise. All the wizards don't care about secrecy laws. They ride broomsticks to work over the city and even wear uniforms. The wizards rode broomsticks to deliver food, and the people on the streets also wore colorful clothes, not only wizard robes, but also suits, ordinary clothes and other Muggle costumes. The free air filled the city.

"Nelson, wait for me here, I'll go shopping." Gellert Grindelwald led Nelson through the streets of Newmontgard. He stopped at a crossroad, patted his forehead, and walked across the street. Walking, the pedestrians on the street recognized him and all stood and saluted seriously. Nelson could see that it was not a power created by violence at all, but a respect from the heart.

He stood boringly on the spot, the sun above his head was shining, unlike his impression that the sky over Newmondgard was always clouded with lightning and thunder, he even felt a little hot, so he unbuttoned his coat with his hands. Fanning the wind, I suddenly saw a newsstand next to me, so I walked over and wanted to buy a newspaper-to fan the wind or block the sun, anyway, it's not for viewing.

　　 The newsstand here supplies all the newspapers issued on the day in the world every day, from the International Witcher, to the Muggle lace tabloid, to London in the west, and the Magic City in the east. Just tell the owner and he can find them for you.

Nelson stood in front of the newsstand and saw the most important daily news written by the shopkeeper beside the signboard—when he saw the title, the whole person was shocked like five thunders. He stood there blankly, shaking his body twice. Next, almost fell, the shopkeeper saw the weak customer, stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern, "Sir, are you okay?"

　　 "No...nothing." Nelson pointed to the newspaper in the display window of the newsstand, and tremblingly took out a Gallon. "The latest "Daily Prophet", get me a copy."

　　 The shopkeeper waved his magic wand and brought in a newspaper. Nelson waved his hand, not even asking for change, staring at the headline of the front-page news:

　　 "Is it a saint or a murderer: Albus Dumbledore surrendered to Wisengamao, admitting that he killed a Muggle in early September"

　　 Nelson's pupils vibrated, and his hands squeezed the newspaper firmly. Both sides of the newspaper had been squeezed to pieces because of too much force.

"Nelson, what's the matter?" Nelson raised his head and found that Grindelwald was sitting on his shoulders, carrying a bottle of brandy that was not named in his hand. He leaned over and looked at the newspaper in Nelson's hand, with his right eyebrow raised. I asked, "So you went to Europe because of this? This is indeed what Albus can do..."

　　 He sighed, straightened his collar, and smiled, "He is finally so self-righteous, thinking he can take on everything, but he is completely unqualified."

After speaking, he grabbed the newspaper in Nelson's hand, took a glance, then crumpled it into a tuft and threw it into the sky. As the ball of paper flew upwards, it suddenly burned, and when gravity completely overcomes the acceleration, it went out. , Became a clump of fly ash, dissipated in the air.

　　 "Let's not talk about him today, it's terrifying, we have more important things to do."

　　 Grindelwald stuffed the brandy in Nelson's arms into Nelson's arms and walked out of the city on his own, Nelson reluctantly followed.

　　 "Nelson, you can attack me at any time, and I won't blame you." Grindelwald turned his head and smiled at Nelson.

Grindelwald is a charming middle-aged man, otherwise he would not have assembled such a large number of people. He is tall, more than 1.8 meters, handsome and tough, with godly eyes hidden under the high brow bones. He looks unpredictable. He has a well-kept short silver hair and a well-trimmed beard on his upper lip. He always wears a shirt and vest, and then puts on a black coat outside. He is gentle but always sad. The shrouded Dumbledore was different, he looked vigorous and vigorous.

　　 "You must be joking, Mr. Grindelwald."

　　 Nelson grinned reluctantly, his feelings for the person in front of him were complicated. After the battle of the cruise ship, he half voluntarily and half forcedly agreed to the invitation of several people to go to Newmontgard. Out of worries about the Muggles on the ship and distrust of the mental patient White, he asked to enter through normal channels. In Europe, they didn't break their promise, but they didn't give him any chance. As soon as Nelson disembarked in Poland, a group of wizards in black robes were waiting on the dock.

In fact, when he was fighting with Dumbledore, he thought about the possibility of going to Grindelwald. He felt that his ambitions did not conflict with Grindelwald's theory. Peace is not a greater kind of human beings. Interest? But this idea was quickly abandoned. As far as he knew, Grindelwald was his homicide, and Mergan Wiltening and Elizabeth Williams fell under his curse. .

But when he stood upright in front of Grindelwald by mistakes, he didn't feel that there was any enthusiasm, let alone any deep-seated hatred and desire for revenge-none of these, he just simply felt that , I am not the same with Grindelwald. This may be related to Jonas's education of downplaying hatred since he was a child, it may also be related to his experience of two lives, or because he has never met his parents or even knows about them. Everything, how does this make him arouse hatred?

"Then come to me," Grindelwald stood on the spot and waved at him. When Nelson followed, the two were walking side by side on the street. Grindelwald raised his arm and pointed to a mountain not far away. "We are going there today. It's a bit far away. Let's go by car."

　　 "Okay, Mr. Grindelwald." Nelson followed him on the side of the road, waiting for the tram to the outskirts. "Why is there a tram here?"

"Oh, this is not a tram." Grindelwald shook his head, and dragged Nelson onto an empty tram that just happened to drive. He threw two coins into the coin box at the front door, "Muggle Precision Instruments It will fail in a magical environment. This is just an alchemy product that looks like a tram. You see, there are only two of us in this car and no driver."

　　 "No, I mean—" Nelson considered his words, "I thought the people in Newmondgard were more resistant to Muggle products and even concepts."

　　 "Hehe." Grindelwald smiled, "What we resist is Muggle weapons and equipment. Their understanding of violence has improved so quickly. The clips brought to me by those prophets made me unavoidable all night."

　　 "Indeed." Nelson nodded, "I didn't expect Germany to take Poland in the blink of an eye. This is Muggle modern warfare."

　　 "But," Grindelwald patted the seat under his butt, and said with a smile, "I still appreciate this Muggle invention."

　　 Nelson nodded, UU reading www. uukanshu.com looked at the fireworks and scenery on the side of the road with complicated thoughts. Grindelwald also took out a pamphlet while reading it while commenting, and was silent.

"That's right, Nelson." The tram has left the city, passing through the wizard's fields. The wizard's agriculture is too extensive compared to Muggles, but magic always has many magical uses. Nelson looked at the strange things on the side of the road. And the huge crops became gods, and Grindelwald suddenly called him, "Prophet and foresight make you very hard, right?"

　　 "Mr. Grindelwald, what are you talking about?"

　　 "You are a prophet like me, aren't you?" Grindelwald closed the pamphlet in his hand and put it in his pocket with the pen. "Knowing too many things will make your life very tiring."

　　 He sighed empathetically, but saw Nelson shook his head.

　　 "Mr. Grindelwald, I have dreamed of the death of a loved one, but that may only be the induction brought by the family. I don't have the ability to predict."

"Maybe." Grindelwald blinked at Nelson. At this moment, he looked like Dumbledore. He suddenly stood up, looking solemnly at the window of the tram, finishing his clothes, and said, "Get out of the car. Well, here we are."

　　 The tram stopped. Nelson took the bottle of brandy and jumped out of the car behind Grindelwald. The tram stopped on the top of the hill in the outskirts. This is a simple cemetery surrounded by barbed wire. Although simple, it is extremely clean.

　　 Grindelwald stepped towards the two tombstones in the middle, fixed Nelson's eyes, and said:

"Nelson Wiltning Williams, here are two outstanding wizards and two fearless warriors, Mergan Wiltning and Elizabeth Wiltning," he sighed. "I think, you have wanted to see them for a long time."

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