My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"A few days ago, I got something."

"What?"

"After the incident in Berlin is over, you left," Grindelwald shook his head, took out a small silver ball from his pocket, and threw it at Tom, "The villains of Nurmengard did not accompany you The qualifications for the grand event, Riddle, you have been peaceful for too long, and you don’t know that cleaning the battlefield has always been the second most important part of war.”

"What's this?"

Tom caught the small silver ball, felt the familiar button on it, and pressed it lightly, but it didn't open as expected, instead, it shot out a red light beam, which hit his chest head-on, followed by a loud bang. With a sound, Tom flew backwards with a cry of exclamation, flew in through the gate of the church, smashed the stained glass behind the icon, drew a perfect parabola, fell straight down the cliff, and was thrown to the foot of the mountain.

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

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

"Oh... I've researched a similar storage product before, but I don't think it's safe," Grindelwald fiddled with the small silver ball, and opened it easily, revealing a silver light, he Pick up Silver Light with the Elder Wand, and yank it hard, "If that's a suitcase, this one I made is a safe."

He raised his arms, and a cloak with flowing silver lights was pulled out from the small silver ball, facing the wind blowing in the Scottish Highlands, like a flag.

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

Tom squinted his eyes, and dug out this long-lost treasure from his memory, "Did you pay the corresponding fee for plagiarizing Gnar's invention like this?"

"Are you talking about copyright fees? I paid for his meals in Nurmengard for three years," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Before Herbo came, Muggles and wizards There was a fierce battle, you didn't see that scene, in a locked granary on the outskirts of Berlin, hiding Muggles from the forest, and for a long time, the local Muggles in Prussia resisted The survivors are hiding in the shelter of the greenery, with the help of some .

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

"That's right, in fact, the number of people who died at the hands of the black wizards was far less than the number of people who died in the conflict with those...white wizards, hehe, that night," Grindelwald waved his hand and said, "Far away Anyway, under the siege of the Aurors, very few people escaped. Fortunately, the boy named Penguin delayed the time for them, so that the wizard who escorted them could use the invisibility cloak to hide their whereabouts, and finally hid them in that room In the granary, not far from the granary, I saw a guy who died in battle."

Listening to the story of Grindelwald going further and further away, Tom was a little confused.

"What's his name? Johnny? Or Joseph? I forgot, that was the cook or logistics officer in Krakow in the past. The two of them are always inseparable, like a pair of conjoined people," Grindelwald's tone A little trembling, he seemed to be still immersed in the shock of what he saw, but he didn't say what happened at that time, so that Tom was confused, "But it doesn't matter, because they They were all dead, one covered the other, but the other didn't escape the pursuit, I don't know what their last order was, maybe it was to send the invisibility cloak to where it should go, but as the situation of the battle became uncontrollable The direction of development is too rapid, everything that happened on this unimportant battlefield is forgotten, and Johnny wearing the invisibility cloak, or Joseph, fell halfway to the city of Berlin."

"Where did you find the Invisibility Cloak?"

"No, it came to me by itself," Grindelwald shook his head, then raised his head suddenly and asked, "Can you make an infernal corpse? Riddle."

"I--"

"Okay, I know you will," Grindelwald lowered his head again, Mosuo muttered while wearing the smooth material of the invisibility cloak, "The evil of making a ghost is comparable to making a Horcrux, and it requires you to have no moral bottom line , lock a person's soul in his most painful moment in a corpse that will not stop decaying and will not stop moving forward, and what will greet him will be eternal and endless torture, unless someone is willing to help He's free."

"I remember turning over the alley—"

"Ah, I remember that incident," Grindelwald blinked, "You may not know that most of the corpses created by the Bock family come from dark wizards and some wanderers, and many of them are descendants or It is the relatives who are members of Nurmengard, and they have also become Nelson's secret supporters in Nurmengard. There are many such things. In places you don't know, those who have received favors will always find ways to repay them. And that man who doesn't know his name is Johnny or Joseph is also holding such thoughts."

"What did he do?"

"He became a ghost, and without anyone casting the corresponding magic, he ignited his soul with his belief, inspired the magic, and became a walking dead driven by the last order," Grindelwald squinted Eyes, with a long sigh, "I regret that my focus on Nelson is always on his magic and inventions, and I have never really tried to understand his thoughts. What did he do for those who were doing nothing? Believe it or not, the vast majority of the garrison troops in Krakow are people who were excluded in Nurmengard because of their small contribution or low ability, but when they left and completely broke with Nurmengard, our soldiers actually We have nothing to do with them, we can only let these 'betrayers' exist, how powerful the power of the heart is, even a wizard like me can hardly imagine."

Tom pulled the Invisibility Cloak from Grindelwald's hand, spread it on his legs, and watched his legs disappear under its cover, revealing the steps under him, and fell into thought.

"The man whose name is Johnny or Joseph walked very slowly. He couldn't reach the battlefield until the end of the war, let alone hand it over to its owner."

Grindelwald recalled the scene not long ago, when the members of the International Federation of Wizards cleaned up the remains of the war dead and moved the petrified statues back to the door. On a flat battlefield full of chicken feathers, Grindelwald, who hadn't realized that Dumbledore hadn't returned, saw a person coming from afar.

He was dressed like a dementor, wearing tattered clothes that couldn't see the color and appearance of the past, the exposed scars had rotted, a pair of godless eyes and the skin of his face had already been petrified under the gaze of the basilisk. The wind peeled off piece by piece, and the petrified feet fell heavily on the ground step by step, constantly scattering stone chips that were once skin or flesh. In his hand, he held a cloak that was as dazzling as the sun. A cloak representing the highest achievement of concealment magic is more conspicuous than anything else at this moment.

The Nurmengard wizard who was the first to discover him saw his ferocious and terrifying appearance, and subconsciously thought it was a monster left by Hai Erbo, so he cast a spell on him without hesitation, blowing up his petrified body. It was rotten, but even if the structure was damaged, he still relied on his movable limbs to climb forward. With his hands broken, he used his teeth as hard as granite to bite the objects he was escorting.

"I don't know what Nelson would do with the cloak."

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

"He has always been a thoughtful person. During those days in Krakow, I sometimes investigated him. Of course, it was not because I didn't trust him, but because I really couldn't understand what he was doing and what he wanted to do... There are many things All of them impressed me deeply, such as the painting that Aberforth used to hold Hai Bo in, and Nelson made a careful plan based on it. Of course, the target was me, and I knew very early on that he never After learning about the prophecy about Haierbo, I have been collecting relevant historical materials. This is only part of what I know. Everyone has a secret in his heart that only he knows. He must have a more careful plan, but From the results, there was a flaw in his plan. After getting out of memory, I saw this different world and was immersed in shock, but until I found out that two people lost their 'existence', which made you The dream seems so ridiculous."

"Not ridiculous."

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

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

"Ah, it's ridiculous."

"Simple analysis, Riddle, for Nelson, his world unity is ridiculous... No, the great ideal is far greater than the trivial matter of killing Hai Erbo. It is unreasonable for him to choose to die with Hai Erbo, because he must He will see his ideals come true 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 returned to the past, he brought The Deathly Hallows left only had one Resurrection Stone. When he left, he left the Elder Wand to me. His magic is almost all built on the basis of the Deathly Hallows, except for Transfiguration. I guess, The reason is that the holy artifact without the invisibility cloak cannot meet his needs, there is no difference between having it and not having it."

"..."

"Obviously, the absence of the sacristy eventually caused his existence to be erased for some reason," Grindelwald stared at the decaying village in front of the church, waving his wand, adding fairytale color to them, but as he The second time I swung the wand, the village on this hill turned completely black and white, "The Elder Wand must not be the most important thing, it only represents power, and power is worthless to the person who really owns it, we might as well Come to recall what he did with the Invisibility Cloak, helping Muggles escape in the woods outside Berlin? Sneaking around the Hogwarts campus in the middle of the night? Albus told me the first time he and Hale Poe's magical confrontation relies on its power."

"He used the invisibility cloak to deceive Haierbo's blood curse, and helped Nagini complete the transformation of Animagus, and get rid of the irreversible animalization of the blood curse orc."

"That's right, deception, concealment...Compared to the ability to make people invisible, these characteristics of this cloak are what he relies on to dare to play with fate," Grindelwald sighed, "He is really... so bold and conceited Terrible people."

"What can I do with it?"

"I don't know," Grindelwald lowered his head, "Those who play with fate will be avenged 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 the reality with my chaotic memory, an organization that should have been an alchemist association, the triple great Hermes It runs through history, and behind it is you, you have lived for two thousand years, haven't you?"

"..."

"Isn't this a kind of imprisonment? I went back to the beginning of Haierbo's memory, messed up his past, and 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. No one remembered Johnny or Joseph or Penguin or whoever, which is Nelson's The price is also their price, isn't it?"

"And 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 spit out a series of spells, stroked the messy hair with his palms, and his tired face quickly turned into the radiant and feared Dark Lord, the wrinkled coat was smoothed out, and the fatigue on his body seemed to disappear.

"Hold on."

But Tom had already cast the spell, the very spell Nelson had asked Barry to cast on the Icarus when he first left home.

The marks of the Deathly Hallows lit up in the sky, and the empty village was gradually filled with weary figures looking for their leader.

Andre appeared in front of the two, his old face covered with scars even made Tom feel a little kind, and Andre bent down, stopped Grindelwald's hand, and carefully wiped off the dirt on his leather shoes with his sleeve. dust.

"you are back."

"Andre, I might be crazy," Grindelwald smiled, "I was trying to find someone who didn't exist."

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

The saints, symbolized by fear, knelt all over the top of the hill, adding a bit of chill to this small hill.

"Grindelwald," Tom said softly, looking up at Grindelwald, who was accepting the allegiance of his followers, "You don't seem to have mentioned Dumbledore much."

"yes."

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