My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Would you like another one?" Tom walked to Nelson's side, looked at the street full of pedestrians with him, reached out and patted Nelson on the shoulder, and handed a chocolate frog, "This is the frog I used to go to." I bought it in a few days, so it should not have expired."

"No need, Tom," Nelson shook his head, "I feel bitter in my mouth now, you go in first, I'll blow the air outside."

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder again. He knew that his friend wanted to be quiet, so he turned around and walked towards the door of the tailor shop.

"You are here, Nel," the door of the clothing store was still creaking, Nelson had just leaned on the mailbox, and another voice came to his ear after parting, "I just went to the west city to find you , there is no one at home, so I just wanted to come to Diagon Alley to try my luck, I didn't expect you to not be in Sheldon's ice cream shop, I thought young people like you like to eat sweets when they bring girls out to play."

"Martha, you mean? She's just had a whole glass of Gamp's Old, you know that stuff, and I don't think she's going to even have supper."

"Gump's old society wine?" Dumbledore showed a surprised expression, "Someone told me this when I passed the Leaky Cauldron just now, I thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be true...it was that girl huh? She's so brave."

"She just simply doesn't know."

"It takes more courage to try the unknown."

"You have the final say, Professor," Nelson smiled, "I am not a Gryffindor, so I have no right to speak about courage."

"People who are not Gryffindor are not incapable of bravery, such as Mr. Kant, he is a brave man," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and retorted, "The Sorting Hat will only value your strongest qualities at that time , but the soul is more than a monotonous color, what's more, what kind of person you will become in the future depends only on your choice."

Nelson didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"By the way, Sigmund has already picked up Mr. Kant." Dumbledore patted his head, remembering the business here, "Mr. Kant's grandfather is recuperating in St. Mungo, and he is going to send Mr. Kant to Back to Berlin."

"I would like to ask you to go and see together, Gnar." Dumbledore nodded at Nelson and smiled, "See what the land that made Mr. Kant brave looks like."

...

In Berlin, Nelson saw dilapidation and desolation.

It is rare to see intact buildings on the street. The tallest building in sight is a church with half of the roof collapsed. This Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church was damaged by artillery fire not long after it was built. However, the German Muggles have no intention of repairing it, and even this dilapidation will continue into the next century.

There was no color to be seen in the whole city, not even on the faces of the people, it was like a black and white photograph.

The way forward for the two was blocked by a tank parked on the side of the road. The gun barrel of this tank had disappeared, and the armor and rubber parts had been dismantled. Through the bones, the more miserable internal structure could be seen. , People took home all the scrap iron that could be used, but they didn't even bother to move it. Dumbledore and Nelson walked around the side of the tank. There is a huge crater on the ground on this side, and even though Berlin has been raining for so long, the smell of gunpowder has not been washed away.

The top cover of the tank has been removed. On the pedestal where the machine gun was originally placed, a bird's nest made of dead branches sits quietly on it, and it is impossible to see whether it is full or empty.

"It's the crow's nest." Dumbledore said casually.

Compared with the European continent, which is being rebuilt everywhere, this ancient city at the source of the war seems to have not yet emerged from the haze of the war. People cast vigilant eyes, and they whispered in a voice that the two could not hear clearly, measuring them from all directions.

Nelson only felt that he was wandering in a disorderly jungle. From their eyes, he could clearly see the price they set on him.

"What do you think order is? Gnar," Dumbledore ignored those malicious eyes, looked at Nelson with a smile, and said softly, "Of course, we need to set a premise here. Foresight, put aside those thoughts that do not belong to this era, let’s draw the ground as a prison, let’s take a look at what this weather-beaten land needs? Does it need a savior who breaks the barriers? Or does it need a piece of bread that is enough to eat?”

"Is this... a course? Professor?" Nelson looked back from the bomb crater on the street, raised his head, and asked.

"No, it depends on you, Gnar. If you feel that you are still confused and need an elder who is a few years older to clarify your doubts, then this is indeed a lesson," Dumbledore nodded and shook his head again , "But if you clearly know what you think in your heart, then this is just a conversation, a small talk, a question and answer for me to ask you for advice. In fact, I really don't see enough."

"Order..." Nelson stopped, he didn't want to discuss this topic with Dumbledore, just like most people with their own opinions, he would not look up to these people who were restricted by the times, even if he No matter how lofty and great, he still held his temper and said, "It is understood, accepted and practiced by most people."

"Do you think they'll accept that?"

"At least the first step has been achieved, professor, and is understood by most people."

"Haha, Gnar, you are a little too sensitive," Dumbledore laughed cheerfully, his smiling face was very conspicuous in this gray city, "I didn't say that you overthrew the secrecy law, I am It refers to war, a war in which Muggles use artillery to plunder resources."

"Aren't they the same?"

"One difference can only be commented on after the results are known." Dumbledore turned his head and stared into Nelson's eyes. "What we are discussing today is a trivial matter."

"I've heard a story, no hints, no metaphors, just a story," Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking up at the stars in the sky that are still twinkling even in the daytime, "It's a fairy tale .”

Nelson pursed his lips, readying himself for hints and metaphors throughout.

"Once upon a time there was a man, let's call him Nelson Williams," Dumbledore took Nelson to the side of the street, where a bench had appeared at some point, and he sat comfortably on it, putting A larger seat next to him was reserved for Nelson. Looking at Nelson who was sitting down, he said, "As a person who can see the future, he has been immersed in the fear of time since he can remember. In terms of life, life is not as unknown as we ordinary people think, but has a beginning and an end, with a fixed development and ending. He is worried and treacherous. It is full, but under such a huge and magnificent story, he still can't see the small things around him. He can't see where his family and friends will go. Even if he can see the future, he can only watch them helplessly. Playing their respective roles, floating and sinking in the torrent of time."

Hearing this sentence, Nelson lowered his head, feeling a little lost. Yes, even if he knew exactly how many girlfriends Harry Potter had had fifty years later, he still couldn't see Jonas's departure, and couldn't stop it. Tragedy around me.

"...Later he realized his mistake, but the whole world has been changed beyond recognition under his promotion. Those fragments from the future can no longer solve these problems. In the quagmire, Gellert has told me many times about the sorrow of a prophet. People who can see fate often like to challenge fate. He is successful, but he will lose his sense of security because of the changing future, he has benefited from the Prophet, but he is always subject to it," Dumbledore sighed, and threw two silver coins into the hat of a child who came to beg in front of the two , turned to look at Nelson, and continued, "But this Mr. Nelson Williams is different from Gellert Grindelwald. His attitude towards the future is not pious, and it can even be said to be disdainful, because he has He is already used to changing the future, just like sketching and doodling in a finished adventure novel, as long as the story can continue, he doesn’t mind some bold attempts.”

"What happened to him then, Professor?"

"He failed, but he didn't fail completely, I don't know what he did, after all, that's not what the story is about," Dumbledore said, shrugging, "He calls himself a loser, but one thing The gift from him can change everything—this prophet can not only change the future, but also the past, so he sent a letter to his past self, a letter that can change the direction of the whole story."

"Do you know what's in that box?"

"I don't know, I don't know everything, it's just a story I heard," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and stretched, and continued, "As he expected, Mr. Nelson Williams from the past received this letter. He was shocked by the terrible consequences of his plan, so he revised his plan overnight, but the plan did not seem to be as perfect as he wanted As a result, at the time when he sent the letter in the future, he faced the same decision again."

Dumbledore said it lightly, but Nelson looked at the dilapidated city streets in front of him, he understood how heavy this choice was, and he even faintly felt the sense of struggle between the contradictions.

"He made the same decision, wrote a letter, and sent it to his past self together with the box he received before." Dumbledore spoke lightly, but the inexplicable heaviness kept lingering in the only In the ears of the audience.

"Mr. Nelson Williams who received the letter was as shocked as he was when he received the letter. He repeatedly deliberated on his plan. This time, he not only had doubts about the implementation, but even began to reconstruct his original thinking... ..."

The crows huddled on the half spire of the church to keep warm, making "quack" calls from time to time, and the colorful sunlight reflected by the Gothic-style glass flashed across Nelson's face. Before he knew it, time had passed In the evening.

"...he finally wrote a letter that could change history, stuffed it into the box he received at the beginning, and sent it to his past self."

Throughout the afternoon, Dumbledore repeated the story of "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain", as if the person who wrote the story didn't understand the basics, and just wrote it over and over again to fill up the number of words.

Nelson sat a little bit sleepy, even his buttocks were a little numb, but his heart was full of turbulent waves.

Dumbledore's voice appeared at the right time, calming the endless waves.

"Gnar, I have a question," he blinked, and asked briskly, "Quiz, please listen to the question, how many Mr. Nelson Williams appeared in the story just now?"

"Fifteen," Nelson blurted out.

"No, one," Dumbledore said with a serious expression, shaking his finger. "There is only one. There is only one Mr. Nelson Williams in this world."

Nelson raised his head and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Dumbledore's following words.

"I know what you want to say, Nal, these Mr. Nelson Williams have all experienced different lives and have their own regrets. I can go on and on, so there are sixteen, one hundred, or even Ten thousand Mr. Williams," Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon glasses, "but there is only one Mr. Nelson Williams in the world, even if he has been through so much, trapped himself in time For such a long time, even though he has tasted the bitter fruit of his self-esteem in achievements that the world can't even imagine, but he has never given up hope, and he always remembers his original appearance, so he can receive letters again and again. Make a change and send the letter back years later, hoping to find a way to make up for the regret."

"It's the same person."

"In fact, it was the decision of the International Federation of Wizards to allow Prussia to become like this. Compared with encountering general obstruction in the process of gradual policy advancement, it is better to gather the unstable factors together and then wipe them all out," Deng said. There was a hint of self-deprecating shame on Bullido's face, "In fact, most people's value judgment logic is 'for the greater good', and Gellert's slogan just uttered it nakedly."

"..."

"Gnar, I'm terrified that you'll end up sending a letter like that as a courier to deliver it to you, and I don't want to see you overwhelmed by this box full of wishes, they're so important to you It's just possible, no one will do everything like that, I think you should have opened that box, but you should have released yourself from the prison of time."

"I won't, Professor."

"Really?"

Dumbledore shook his head and didn't say much. He looked at the dilapidated roof of the church and changed the subject: "A large number of people came to me and wanted to see if the promises you made in response to the question were feasible. That's why I brought you here today."