My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I got something the other day."

"what?"

"After what happened in Berlin, you left," Grindelwald shook his head, took out a small silver ball from his bosom, and threw it at Tom, "The villains of Nurmengard didn't join you. Qualifications for a grand event, Riddle, you've been at peace for too long, and you don't know that sweeping the battlefield has always been the second most important part of a war."

"what is this?"

Tom caught the small silver ball, touched the familiar button on it, and pressed it lightly, but it did not open as expected, but instead shot a red beam that hit his chest head-on, followed by a loud bang. With a bang, Tom flew out backwards in exclamation, flew in through the door of the church, smashed the stained glass behind the icon, drew a perfect parabola, fell straight off the cliff, and was thrown to the foot of the mountain.

Tom, who flew out, brought a breeze, blowing Grindelwald's messy hair. Grindelwald turned his head and looked at the empty space beside him. The small silver ball that was released from Tom's hand fell to the ground and bounced to his pointer. , he picked up the small silver ball, froze for a moment, and said to the air: "Sorry, it may not be the same as you imagined."

"Damn it!" Tom's figure squeezed out of the twisted air. "What did you do?"

"Oh...I've researched a similar storage product before, but I don't think it's very safe," Grindelwald fiddled with the small silver ball and opened it with ease, revealing a touch of silver light, he used The Elder Wand picked up the silver light and tugged it hard, "If that's a suitcase, this one I made is a safe."

He raised his arms, and a cloak with flowing silver light was pulled out of the small silver ball, facing the breeze of the Scottish Highlands, like a flag.

"The Invisibility Cloak? Where did you find it?"

Tom narrowed his eyes and dug out the long-lost treasure from his memory, "Have you paid the corresponding fee for stealing Gnar's invention like this?"

"You mean royalties? I paid for his three years in Nurmengard," Grindelwald said softly, narrowing his eyes. "Before Haier came, Muggles and wizards There was a fierce battle, you didn't see the scene, in a locked granary on the outskirts of Berlin, hiding Muggles driven from the forest, for a long time, the native Prussian Muggles rebelled They all hid in the shade of greenery, and with the help of some... unique people, rescued their fellow Dark wizards."

"I know them, Margaret and Gnar's men help them hide."

"Yes, in fact, the number of people who died at the hands of the dark wizards was far less than the number of people who died in the conflict with those... white wizards, huh, huh," Grindelwald waved his hand and said, "It's far away. , In short, under the siege of Aurors, very few people escaped. Fortunately, the young man named Penguin delayed time for them, allowing the wizard who escorted them to hide their whereabouts with an invisibility cloak, and finally hid them in the granary. Here, not far from the granary, I saw a guy who died in battle."

Listening to Grindelwald's farther and farther story, Tom was a little confused.

"What's his name? Johnny? Or Joseph? I forgot, that was the former Krakow cook or logistics officer. The two of them are always inseparable, like a pair of Siamese," Grindelwald's tone A little trembling, he still seemed to be immersed in the shock of what he saw, but he didn't say what happened at the time, so that Tom was confused, "But it doesn't matter, because they Both died, one covered the other, but the other didn't escape pursuit, I don't know what the last order they got, maybe send the cloak where it was supposed to go, but as the battle went uncontrollable The direction of the war is moving too fast, everything that happens on this unimportant battlefield is forgotten, and Johnny, or Joseph, in the Invisibility Cloak, falls on the way to downtown Berlin."

"Where did you find the Invisibility Cloak?"

"No, it came to me on its own," Grindelwald shook his head, raised his head suddenly and asked, "Will you make an Inferi? Riddle."

"I-"

"Okay, I know you will," Grindelwald lowered his head again, Mosuo murmured with the smooth material of the Invisibility Cloak, "The evil of making an Inferi is comparable to making a Horcrux, it requires you to have no moral bottom line. , to seal a man's soul in his most painful moments in a corpse that will not stop decaying and moving forward, will greet him with eternal and endless torment unless someone is willing to help He was relieved."

"I remember turning down the alley-"

"Ah, I remember that incident," Grindelwald blinked, "you may not know that most of the Infernal corpses created by the Bock family come from dark wizards and some wanderers, many of them descendants or It's their relatives who are members of Newmengard. They have also become Nelson's secret fans in Newmengard. There are many such things. In places you don't know, those who have been favored will always find a way to repay, And that man, who didn't know his name was Johnny or Joseph, was thinking exactly that."

"What did he do?"

"He became an Infernal Corpse, and without anyone casting the corresponding magic, he ignited his soul with his own beliefs, inspired magic power, and became a walking dead driven by the last order," Grindelwald squinted Eyes, sighed, "I regret that my focus on Nelson is always on his magic and invention, never really trying to understand his thoughts, what he has done for those who were originally mediocre, you may say Believe it or not, most of the troops stationed in Krakow were people who were excluded from Nurmengard because of their small contribution or low ability, but when they left and completely tore their faces with Nurmengard, our soldiers turned out to be I can't help them, I can only let these 'betrayers' exist, how powerful the power of the heart is, even a wizard like me can't imagine it."

Tom pulled the Invisibility Cloak from Grindelwald's hands and spread it over his legs, watching his legs disappear under its cover, revealing the steps beneath him, and fell into contemplation.

"The man who didn't know his name was Johnny or Joseph walked slowly, and he didn't get to the battlefield until the end of the war, let alone hand it into the hands of its owner."

Grindelwald recalled a scene not long ago, when the members of the International Federation of Wizards cleaned up the remains of the dead and moved the petrified statues back to the door, watching the wizards from Nurmengard evacuated, watching. A flat, feathery battlefield, Grindelwald, who had not realized that Dumbledore had not returned, saw a man coming from afar.

He was dressed like a dementor, wearing tattered clothes that could not see the color and appearance of the past, the exposed scars had decayed, the skin of a pair of godless eyes and face had long been petrified under the gaze of the basilisk. Pieces were peeled off in the wind, and the petrified feet fell heavily on the ground step by step, constantly scattering stone chips that used to be skin or flesh. In his hands, he was holding a cloak that was as dazzling as the sun. The cloak that represented the highest achievement of stealth magic stood out more than anything at the moment.

The first wizard Nurmengard to see him saw his hideous and terrifying appearance, and subconsciously thought it was a monster left by Haierbo. It was smashed, but even if the structure was damaged, he was still relying on his movable limbs to climb forward, his hands were broken, and he used granite-like hard teeth to bite the items he was escorting.

"I don't know what Nelson wants to do with the Invisibility Cloak."

Grindelwald closed his eyes, leaned back, and leaned on the steps. The sharp edges and corners made his sore back hurt. He didn't care, and continued:

"He's always been a very thoughtful person, and during those days in Krakow, I sometimes investigated him, of course, not because of distrust, but because I really couldn't understand what he was doing, what he wanted to do... There are a lot of things. I was impressed. For example, the painting that Aberforth brought to put Haierbo in, Nelson made a careful plan based on it. Of course, the target was me. I also knew it very early. The fact that he has been collecting relevant historical materials since the prophecy about Haierbo, this is only the part I know. Everyone has a secret in his heart that only he knows. He must have a more thorough plan. It turned out that his plan went awry, and after getting out of memory, I saw this very different world and was immersed in shock, but until I found out that two people had lost their 'existence', which made your Dreams seem so ridiculous."

"It's not funny."

Tom's indifferent voice entered Grindelwald's ears. He lowered his head and saw the wand against his neck. He smiled and turned to look at Tom. The wand did not retreat, but plunged deep into his throat. Pulling the skin and pressing a hole, Grindelwald's voice became as rough as a machine, and he asked: "As far as the result is concerned, isn't it funny?"

Even the wind froze, and after a long while, Tom put down his wand and shook his head.

"Ah, it's ridiculous."

"Simple analysis, Riddle, for Nelson, his world is ridiculous... No, the great ideal is far greater than the trivial matter of killing Haierbo, he has no reason to choose to die with Haierbo, because he will definitely Seeing the realization of his ideals with his own eyes, he doesn't trust the world, he has a kind of conceit that is higher than me, unless all his plans fail," Grindelwald said seriously, "When he goes back to the past, he takes away The Deathly Hallows has only one resurrection stone. When he left, he left the Elder Wand to me. Almost all of his magic except Transfiguration is built on the basis of the Deathly Hallows. I guess, the reason It is that the holy artifact without the invisibility cloak cannot meet his needs, there is no difference between having it and not having it."

"…"

"Apparently, the absence of the Holy Artifact eventually caused his presence to be erased for some reason," Grindelwald stared at the decaying village in front of the church, waving his wand, imbuing them with fairytale color, but as his The second time I waved the wand, the village on the hills turned black and white, "The Elder Wand must not be the most important thing, it only represents power, and power, for those who really have it, is worthless, we might as well To recall what he did with the Invisibility Cloak, helping Muggles escape in the forest outside Berlin? Sneaking around the Hogwarts campus in the middle of the night? Albus told me that his first time with Hale Wave's magic comes head-to-head on its strength."

"He deceived Haierbo's blood curse with an invisibility cloak, helped Nagini complete the transformation of Animagus, and got rid of the irreversible beastization of the blood curse orcs."

"Yes, deception, concealment... Compared with the ability to make people invisible, these characteristics of this cloak are the basis for him to dare to play with fate," Grindelwald sighed, "He is really... bold and conceited to the point of terrifying. man."

"What can I do with it?"

"I don't know," Grindelwald bowed his head. "Those who play with fate will be retributed by fate. You didn't come back from the past, did you?"

"I…"

"In the past few days, I have checked a lot of things," Grindelwald nodded his temple, "corresponding reality with my chaotic memory, an organization that was supposed to be an alchemist association, the triple great Hermes Throughout history, and behind it, it's you, you've lived for two thousand years, haven't you?"

"…"

"Isn't this a kind of captivity? I went back to the beginning of Haierbo's memory, disturbed his past, destroyed his memory, Albus must have done the same thing, he disappeared, this is his price , and the man who faced his fate was wiped out more thoroughly, and the man he assembled was replaced by the triple great Hermes, and no one remembered Johnny or Joseph or Penguin or whatever, it was Nelson's The price is also their price, isn't it?"

"And what about you? What's your price?"

"..." Grindelwald was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, "I'll tell you a spell, use it for me later."

He spat out a string of incantations, his palms stroked his tousled hair, and his tired and vicissitudes face soon became the radiant, feared Dark Lord, his wrinkled coat smoothed out, and his tiredness seemed to disappear.

"Hold on."

But Tom had already uttered that spell, the same spell that Nelson had uttered by Barry on the Icarus when he left home for the first time.

The symbols of the Deathly Hallows lit up in the sky, and the deserted villages were gradually filled with tired figures looking for their leader.

Andre appeared in front of the two of them, and the old face covered with scars even made Tom feel a touch of kindness. Andre bent down, stopped Grindelwald's hand, and carefully wiped the leather shoes with his sleeves little by little. dust.

"you are back."

"Andre, I may be crazy," Grindelwald smiled. "I'm trying to find someone who doesn't exist."

"You say he exists, then he must exist."

The saints with fear as a symbol knelt down on the top of the mountain, and the blackness added a chill to this not tall hill.

"Grindelwald," Tom said softly, raising his head and looking at Grindelwald who was accepting the allegiance of his followers, "you seem to have never mentioned Dumbledore very much."

"yes."

"I still remember him, and that's the price I paid."

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