My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 71

　　 "Sorry, Nelson, I wanted to place them in Father Lachaise's Cemetery." Grindelwald shook his head, apologetically, "They live in France, they should have been there forever."

Nelson just looked at his parents' tombstone in silence. He really couldn't bring up any thoughts at the moment. He only felt a huge blood-linked sadness covering himself, but there was no head or tail, nowhere to vent, he took out his wand, But there was no other action, just staring at the two clean tombs, standing in place with arms hanging down.

"Nelson, my dear child, I understand your hatred. There will always be hatred of this kind in our lives, and I killed your parents. This kind of hatred is insurmountable anyway. I don't want you to be extravagant. Forgive, and will not force you to do things against your will-your parents are people I respect, so I don't choose to hide or escape. On the contrary, I have been looking for you for ten years, and now I take you personally. to here."

　　 "So what do you want to do?"

"I'm not here to destroy emotions, I'm just here to resolve tragedies." Grindelwald bent down at Melgan Wiltning's grave and drew a slender, dark wand full of knots from his pocket. ——That was the invincible old magic wand in the legend. He gently placed it on the tombstone, then turned to face Nelson, raised his hands, and said emotionally, "Come on, Nelson, if you want to Revenge, I understand you, you can cast all the spells you know about me, and I won't resist. Seriously, the Wiltenings and I have no hatred, everything I do is just a desire to follow In the hidden future obtained by the leopard, we can seek greater benefits for the wizards, for the world, and for all lives."

　　 Nelson instinctively raised his arm and his wand, a faint red light condensed from the tip of the wand.

"Come on, Nelson, vent your hatred, vent your emotions! Do what you want to do!" Gellert Grindelwald looked forward to this moment, and raised his arms even more. Facing Nelson in a hug gesture, he said with excitement and earnest words, "Come on, I am always tortured by my own sins. I have always asked my heart at night for more than ten years since the incident. I did it. Is it right? But I think I am right. It's just... on the way to pursuing greater interests, others will always be hurt. Sorry, Nelson, I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope you do what you want to do. thing."

"I only want you to do what you want to do." Nelson was in a daze, he closed his eyes, and Jonas's voice and smile appeared in the darkness and his sentence "I only want you to do what you want to do." With ardent anticipation, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, the red light on the tip of the stick went out, and then his arm softened and put down the wand in his hand.

　　 How could Gettler Grindelwald be hurt by himself? He thought, the so-called hatred is actually not clear in his heart, and it is even far worse than the hatred of the Polish drunkard. He knew that he should have revenge, but he could not find a reason for revenge. Just a few days of experience. It was even richer than his life spanning more than ten years before—the exhaustion in Nelson's heart swept over him all the time, urging him to close his eyes quickly and let go of everything.

　　 But he still looked directly into Grindelwald's eyes, cheered up, ready to face the next thing.

"Sure enough, kid, you really didn't disappoint me." Grindelwald laughed happily. He bent down again and picked up the old magic wand, walking towards Nelson with his arms high, bending down and hugging him gracefully. He patted him on the back and straightened up again, "In front of your parents, I swear that the tragedy of your parents will never happen to you again."

"I--"

"Gnar, stay by my side and take a look." Grindelwald said earnestly. "Neumontgard is completely different from the outside world. You may have misunderstandings about me, my comrades, and my family, but your words are always It's full of falsehood, you need to see it with your own eyes."

Before Nelson responded, Grindelwald made a decision for him. He walked up to the high marble platform in the center of the cemetery, held up the old magic wand, and the black windbreaker danced, and black silk spurted from the tip of the rod. A huge, abstract and shocking painting is woven above the small cemetery. They are swaying in the sky like a wandering dragon, entangled and separated from each other, as if the three goddesses of destiny were weaving the sacred cloth in the myth. The threads of life are woven on the machine. They are sometimes messy, and they feel chaotic within just a glance, and sometimes they are in order, as if they contain some ultimate law.

　　 "We will be your new family." Grindelwald raised his chin and stared at the soaring dark towers of Neumongard in the distance.

Under his magnificent performance like a band commander, in the end, these black yarns entangled each other in the sky, twisted into three thick, ghostly black ropes, which respectively turned into a perfect circle, a straight line and a perfect circle. The huge equilateral triangles, then combined with each other, formed a huge Deathly Hallows symbol in the sky that was as dark as the tower of Newmontgard, emitting a gleaming black light under the clear sky.

As soon as the voice fell, a group of figures fell on the cemetery and the open space on the hill outside the cemetery, densely lined up to the foot of the mountain, the whole mountain was crowded with people, but it did not appear to be messy or crowded at all. On the contrary, it was orderly. Without saying a word, looking at the man who looked like a **** at the highest point, some of them wore the black robes that Nelson had seen, some were dressed in Muggle costumes, some were dressed in weird and weird clothes, and there were people who looked like they had just walked away from a distance. Return.

　　◤ My dear brothers and sisters, dear friends, and comrades who have worked hard for our great cause:

I am very happy to bring you together again. It may have been twelve years since some of us met last time. A lot of things have happened in these twelve years, but what I am most happy about is that our team is getting better. Hair grows stronger.

I still recall the encounter at Father Lachaise's Cemetery. We stayed with the great figures in human history and conspired together. At that time, although our strength was not small, the team was weak. We were just a group of rebelling against fate and authority. People-and today!

　　 Everything has changed!

　　 Brothers and sisters, take a look around you. I never thought that our team would grow so big. We have gone from rebels to a torrent of fear for those corrupt and powerful! We will be the vanguard to guide the next era. We are already full of wings and it's time to enjoy the fruits!

　　 But! I would also like to say that our strength is far from enough. Our strength does not lie in our growing team, the power or wealth we have, or even the magic wand in our hands.

　　 Remember the revelation of the prophet I showed twelve years ago? Those terrifying weapons are gradually becoming reality, and within a few years, the destructive weapons that Muggles possess will even have the power to destroy the world and die with us.

But we don't need to have any fear. Although the power to preserve the essence is strong, it is not worth worrying about. Our power comes from our thoughts. Our thoughts are not afraid of the bullets flying by the gunfire, and are not afraid of the beasts of steel. Fear of the spells shot at us by stubborn wizards of the same kind, thought is the most powerful weapon.

Look at what the cowards outside say about us, they say we are terrorists, they say I hate people who can't make magic, they say I'm a crazy racist, and they say I'm doing everything for myself. The desire for power, but only we know it. What we look forward to is freedom, truth, and love! I gave them a chance, but they are so stubborn. I can't wait any longer. I hope to fulfill our ideals before I enter my twilight years.

My friends, you don't have to applaud for me, but give your applause to yourself, and take this luscious gift as a reward to yourself. With our unremitting efforts, our thoughts have spread all over the world~www .mtlnovel.com~Bringing the idea of ​​freedom to countless wizard brothers, we have countless fans.

I have always thought that power is only suitable for a small number of elites. When ignorance is flooding the whole world, those stupid people are not suitable for advising on the development of the population. I don't just talk about the Muggles, Muggles, and others People who know how to magic, those ignorant wizards are also among them. Our business will bring a better tomorrow to the world.

On this basis, we no longer have to worry about the weapons created by the arrogant, greedy, savage and ignorant Muggles and their ambitions. We don't have to worry about them targeting us with those weapons that are extremely lethal. We will be the masters of the world.

　　 You don't have to be indifferent anymore, you don't need to remain calm, you can vent your emotions unscrupulously, our success is only close to the door. ◢

　　 Grindelwald stepped off the platform, stood beside Nelson, grabbed his arm and raised it high, shouting:

"Remember what I said? Melgan Wiltening, Elizabeth Wiltening-you have to respect them as you respect our great cause. Our family can only accept the elite, and today , I'm honored to tell everyone that the child of the Wiltening couple we admire has been found."

"Nelson Wiltning, your arrival is the enlightenment of fate to us!" He smiled and held Nelson's hand, shouting at the saints gathered in Newmontgard, "Apparition, go Let's set out from here to spread the news, and the next plan can begin."

　　 "For the greater good!"

　　 Nelson stood in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by thunderous applause and excited shouts, and gradually no sound was heard.

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