My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Is this the future you see?"

Nelson slowed down, turning his head to see Grindelwald stepping on Helbo under his feet panting, leaning on his knees to bend over to breathe, he stepped on Helbo’s feet and continued to force, while looking around the white city around him, "young man ... It's a good thing to be healthy, but don't... be so anxious."

　　 "Sorry." It seems that Grindelwald is not young anymore, so Nelson suppressed a smile and apologized.

　　 "It's okay." Grindelwald raised his head, staring at the towering skyscrapers and the steel behemoths that constantly shuttled through the streets, and sighed softly, "What you see seems to be farther than me..."

　　 "Perhaps." Nelson did not deny his statement about his prophecy this time.

"You see there is no war in the future, without those weapons... Oh, can Muggles build such a magnificent building? It looks really prosperous here." Grindelwald said nothing, he sighed into silence. After a while, he continued to ask, "In the future you see...is there a wizard?"

　　 "..." Nelson did not speak, he noticed that Helbo at Grindelwald's feet was no longer struggling.

"It looks like it's gone." Seeing Nelson's expression, Grindelwald raised his head, smiled bitterly and twitched the corners of his mouth. "I understand - so sometimes it's a burden to look too far, isn't it? "

"This is also a gift." Nelson nodded, then cast his gaze to the sky. Everything in the blurry illusion was pure white, but he saw a touch of blue above his head. "The foresight allows you to avoid a lot of danger, no ?"

"No, you are wrong, Nelson." Grindelwald sighed and said sternly, "Many people admire my identity as a prophet, but they don’t know that those who fear fate the most are those who can peer into the future-most mediocre people always think They can take advantage of the good things and avoid the disadvantages after peeking into the future. However, they will not understand that when the future is seen, it is already confirmed. All their struggles to avoid tragedy are just for that The future I see adds to the fire. Instead of this, I might as well not see it in the first place."

"You can't be sure whether what you see includes your own future, maybe even the prophet is already doomed." Nelson figured out the joints, and he raised his right hand and touched his forehead, just about to immerse himself in fatalism. In the huge sense of powerlessness, a problem was suddenly discovered:

　　 I do not exist in the future.

　　 Nelson stopped touching his forehead and waved his arm like a passionate leader. Grindelwald saw this scene, and an imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes.

"I smell the same smell on you." The despicable Helbo suddenly spoke at Grindelwald's feet, his voice was like an old bellows, and like an old engine that lacked maintenance, the strange pronunciation mixed with hiss. Snake whispers hissing, creaking constantly, "That's the smell of black magic and conspiracy... We are the same people."

"Climb farther." Grindelwald twisted his ankle in disgust, and stomped Helbo on the ground, leaving no gap between his chest and the ground. "I am different from you. I am a wizard. And you are just a maggot."

"Are you prophets? It's surprising that there are two prophets in one era." Helbo didn't care about his humiliation, but it was true. His lingering remnant had no dignity, and he had struggled for thousands of years. But for people who still have the desire to survive, nothing is more important to seize this fleeting opportunity. He raised his head and continued to pull out the voice from his broken throat, "Yes, I am a maggot, I am just you The humble insects under your feet..."

　　 "I know who you are, don't disgust me with such words, I was in a good mood today." Grindelwald added gravity, and Helbo, who had just lifted his body, fell heavily on the ground again.

　　 "This is not a hypocritical compliment..." Haierbo squeezed out his voice with difficulty, "Even when I was a wizard, I can't defeat the powerful you."

　　 "It's fine if you know, so don't worry about it." Grindelwald snorted coldly, "What is your purpose, pretending to be a zombie for so many years, and now suddenly recovering?"

　　 "No, I just recovered..."

"I warn you," Grindelwald raised the foot that was stepping on Helbo's back, stamped heavily on his head, bent down and said coldly, "Don't think that a young man is here today, you can go and bewitched. He, if you dare..."

　　 "Why are you chasing me?" Nelson asked, "What stone."

"What stone?" Helbo raised his head and scanned Nelson from head to toe, making him feel uncomfortable, and then said dejectedly, "I read it wrong. There is nothing to bring in the illusion. I'm sorry, it's me. It's too urgent."

Nelson felt a little strange. He couldn't say anything was wrong, he only felt that nothing was right. For example, why a person who could endure thousands of years of torture in order to survive would break his merits at first sight, so that a person should obviously lose his mind. , Why can I still communicate normally now? Why didn’t I come here on my first day in Newmontgard, but this time I came back into a illusion. He even felt that Helbo was winking at himself, but because there was too much on his face Zhanzi didn't see it himself... He was thinking, and was suddenly attracted by the conversation between Grindelwald and Helbo.

　　 "What do you want to do?" Grindelwald moved his feet away, frowning and speaking.

　　 "I want to help you, I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you." Helbo crawled flatteringly and turned to Grindelwald.

　　 "Nelson, behind me." Grindelwald yelled at Nelson, then looked down at Helbo's raised old face, "Speaking of people, what do you want?"

　　 "I just want a relief." Helbo begged weakly.

　　 "It's simple, you tell me where your Horcrux is, and I will destroy it." Grindelwald said coldly, "Just tell me where it is, and I will release you completely."

"You know, I'm not referring to this." Helbo stretched out his trembling hand to Grindelwald's boots, and was glared at Grindelwald's boots and stopped. "Besides, you know, if someone else has mastered it. Horcrux, that fate will also be in the hands of others."

　　 "Is your destiny not in my hands now?"

　　 "Yes, a great person like you, certainly doesn't mind when you control the fate of the ant, give it a little freedom."

"Why do you think you have the right to go out? You are just an immortal madman split by soul magic." Grindelwald sneered, "An old antique who was killed thousands of years ago, do you think you are going out now? Can you still be a mastermind?"

"I just want to find a place for the rest of my life." Haierbo raised his head, trembling all over, "but before that, I can still shine for your career-I know you have great ambitions, and I am willing to help you, I have magical powers and ancient spells. I also know a lot of past things that others don’t know. If you are willing to help me, you will find that this is the wisest decision."

　　 "It is not your turn to judge whether I am wise or not."

　　 "Yes, I only admire you unilaterally. In the era when I was still alive, there was no such wonderful wizard like you..."

"Do you know who I am? Do you know what I have done? Do you know what I want to do?" Grindelwald bent down and mocked. The title of'the worst black wizard in history', do you think you can lie to me like this?"

"Okay." Haierbo is still the posture of the dying man. He lifted up half of his body with his arms and buried his head deeply. "You can get everything you want from me, as long as I have got."

　　 "What do you have?" Grindelwald drew closer and asked calmly.

"I have magic, ancient and powerful magic that you have never heard of; I also have treasures, secret treasures annihilated in the long river of history; I also have secret arts that can assist you with more powerful potions, alchemy and other skills;" Haierbo Grinning, "I'm still a powerful wizard, I can fight for you, be born to death-and all this requires you to do a little bit of trivial things~www.wuxiahere.com~ It's just that. Nice." Grindelwald snorted coldly.

　　 "I will prove my loyalty..."

"No, I don't worry about your loyalty at all." Grindelwald didn't seem to put Helbo's magic in his eyes, his eyes revealed thinking, and he said, "I'm just afraid of your treasures for so many years. All rotted away."

　　 "……"

　　 "So how do you prove your sincerity?"

　　 "We can sign an unbreakable..."

　　 "Say something human." Grindelwald said lazily.

　　 "I am willing to give you my Horcrux. It is half of my soul. This is enough for you to restrain my life." Helbo said as if he had made up his mind, gritting his non-existent teeth.

　　 "What if you have more than one Horcrux?" Nelson asked suddenly.

"Little wizard, you are very imaginative. This is a necessary quality to become a great wizard." Haierbo raised his head, looked at Nelson deeply, and said, "But man can only make a Horcrux, and the soul can only be separated. once."

　　 "So that's it..." Nelson showed a suddenly realized expression.

　　 "I am willing to offer everything for you!" Helbo put his head under Grindelwald's feet again.

　　 "I haven't promised you yet." Grindelwald turned his head and led Nelson to the passage above the fog wall he had opened before. "For the greater good."

"I like this saying."

Nelson noticed that when Helbo said this, his voice was not trembling at all, not weak at all, just like a young wizard, but when he turned his head to look around, Helbo was still the old man who was about to die. .