My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 405
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to her, my lord?"

The witch stood in front of Nelson and said softly. As the biggest witness who watched and recorded Jokunda's escape journey, and as a mother with two lovely children, she couldn't help feeling sorry for this ill-fated girl. Not a little sad, Jokunda's attitude towards Nelson also reminded her of her father, her first love, and her scarred appearance when she was young.

After she made a suggestion, the wizards behind her began to look around consciously, as if they had a strong interest in the "early winter" snow scene of Lake Ontario.

"She's looking at this place from a distant hill."

A delicate silver monocle frame appeared in front of her right eye. A thin water curtain rippled in the frame, revealing the trembling figure of Jokunda holding Niuxiu. She could clearly see a few small black dots that looked like sores beside the lake. She covered her mouth, and the big teardrops rolled down uncontrollably, slipping on the back of her hand, after simply moistening the skin that had changed due to the winter cold. After getting dry skin, it quickly fell to the ground, leaving imprints like plum blossoms on the flat snow surface, just like the row of small footprints left from time to time outside the wooden house.

This level of clarity seems to be a generation ahead of the water curtains used by the saints.

"The Secrecy Act . . . how much pain did it cause?"

Jokunda couldn't help asking questions to the pine tree in front of her. In the past, she only knew how to like magical animals as her father taught her, and even divided animals into different grades according to her own preferences, but she didn't think about the fact that she was empty in the past. She pretends to be someone else in her heart, but now she understands, what is the difference between the original self and these hideous American wizards?Don't they look at Nelson the same way as the rancher's daughter looks at those animals?

But she can't do anything about it. Her carefree attitude towards life makes her magic commonplace, and she is also a middle-class Hogwarts graduate. Apart from being able to ride a broomstick to fly a little farther, what else can she do? What about things?Even her family's knowledge of magical animals that she is proud of all day long is so pale in the face of a Muggle hunter, she doesn't even know what migration is-how can a high-ranking wizard care about those dinners? What about fish?
Jokunda clenched her fists tightly, and the tears left on the back of her hands had been frozen by the cold, and even sparkling salt crystals had formed... After all, she could only look at the back of Nelson being taken away by the American wizard, just like when she was holding his hand. Holding the broomstick that couldn't fly, watching his father face those powerful enemies with blurred faces.

But for some reason, the figure of Dr. Sykes became faint in her mind, always overlapping with Nelson's bearded old face from time to time, and what echoed in her ears was no longer her father's doting teachings, but It was the figure of Nelson sitting by the lake saying slowly, "The fish is hooked."

"My lord, she is crying."

"Snow, it's time to stop."

Nelson lowered his head in silence, and said in the hoarse voice of the old hunter, "If the fish cannot return to the upper reaches, the lake will be empty next year."

The witch nodded, and a wizard behind her disappeared, apparently intending to notify the duo of Johnny and Joseph.

"Remove those surveillance, I have got what I want, I only hope that she can be a complete person in the future," Nelson lowered his head, stretched out his hands, and said, "Take me away, at least let her I feel that there is really a...good person in the world who can be used as a reference and learn to be a human being..."

The witch couldn't bear to pull out her wand, and the Obstacle Curse flew towards Nelson lightly, and hit the undefended chest in the next second, only to hear Nelson grunt, and his body flew backwards, drawing a line several meters long on the snow. Traces, lying in enough snow to bury a grown man, do not move.

Seeing a black dot flying out, Jokunda bit the tiger's jaw that was covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound. With all her strength, she punched the pine tree in front of her. Faced with such a soft fist, The big tree didn't respond, it just shook its tough and towering body slightly, and the snow covered by the canopy slammed heavily on her head, making her look like a miserable drowned chicken.

"Do you really dare to fight?" The wizard behind the witch smacked his lips, looked at Nelson lying in the snow in disbelief, and hurried forward to check, "You wait to go to the Sahara to study magic cactus!"

"It's also possible to go to the North Pole to study magic polar bears, or simply sink into the sea to cultivate magic cod," another wizard followed, helping Nelson with his eyes closed from the snow, saying to his companion said, "But you don't really think that a blocking spell can knock him down?"

"Your Excellency must be guilty, that's why there is no protection," the witch lowered her eyes and said softly, "In the original script, I just wanted to use the Obstacle Curse, and the angle and strength were determined."

"Are you a tiger? Don't read those useless books," the second young wizard scoffed at her emotional speculation. "This should be part of the plan. Do you know what a plan is? We don't just I'm watching that girl, my lord's things have been buried all the way, you'll never understand someone like him who walks one step and sees three steps."

"A stinky man who doesn't understand the style," the witch shrugged, knelt on one knee on the ground, and made a comfortable stretcher out of snow. She directed the two to gently carry Nelson onto it, and said, "In short, Things here have come to an end. The adults haven’t slept much these days. They act during the day and do things at night, so they can just rest and rest. You two should move slowly. If you shake the adults off, be careful that the penguins will send you to feed the penguins .”

"Okay okay."

Under the effect of the floating spell, Nelson floated up steadily, and from time to time there was faint snoring, and the three of them moved very quickly, especially after casting the skating spell on the soles, "whoosh" Like a few afterimages, after ten minutes or so, they had come to the edge of the Great Lakes area. After leaving this area, the transformation on Nelson's face faded away, revealing his original face.

"It seems that the adult is really exhausted. Look, he is not much older than my child." The witch turned her head sideways, looked at Nelson's sleeping face with frowning and relaxed expressions, and said in surprise, "I I've only seen his profile in his office before, I didn't expect him to be so young."

"I haven't seen it before," said the wizard who helped Nelson proudly. "You may not know that he was younger a few years ago."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"You don't understand that kind of shock. I didn't believe that there is such a thing as a genius at that time," the wizard said flirtatiously, "When my lord first came to Krakow, I was transferred to guard him , At that time, I only thought he was a noble young master who came to be gilded, maybe Lord Grindelwald's nephew or something."

"It's a bit like it. This hair color is not common."

"But it's not. Although this rumor is famous in Nurmengard, I know his identity, because I am an Englishman. Not only is Lord Grindelwald not his relative, but he personally defeated and caused the death of his parents." The culprit!"

The other two stopped abruptly, and the stretcher stopped in the air with a "bang", Nelson was almost thrown off, but fortunately, the wizard who cast the levitation spell reacted immediately, so he didn't disturb his peaceful sleep.

"What do you mean? Could it be that Lord Wertning has lived with the enemy for so many years?!"

"Literally, but many people are saying that the real murderer of the Wertlings is someone else, but they are indeed confronting Lord Grindelwald... These are old things." The wizard lowered his voice. The voice said, "When I was still studying at Beauxbatons, I heard the legend of Mergan Wertning. In a school with a majority of female teaching staff, a man can get the highest credits all year round. Do you know what that means?"

"It means you see people through colored glasses," the witch retorted, "Beauxbatons is not a girls' school."

"Well, let me put it another way. He stood up when French men are generally not very good. Of course, he also sounds like a foreigner." The wizard curled his lips and said, "Mergan Wertling has received an olive branch from the Ministry of Magic since he was in the fifth grade. The professors will repeat this story tirelessly in almost every student's career planning interview, but Mergan is a person different from other wizards. He is very special, he has a good impression of Muggles, it seems that because he has a Muggle relative who is very important to him, he is always calling for the school to add cultural courses of Muggle studies, because he thinks our cultural level is too low , but when I enrolled, there was still no such course.”

"No wonder..." The witch looked at Nelson softly again.

"When I was in the sixth grade, people from the British Ministry of Magic came here again. This matter was blocked by the school, but I was able to get along well in Beauxbatons, so that I could hear the inside story after a few years," the wizard challenged. She raised her eyebrows, "Guess who?"

The other two shook their heads in unison.

"It's the Shafik family, that is, the family of the old judge who was frightened by Lord Grindelwald in Norway and finally acquitted Albus Dumbledore. They seem to be relatives of Mergan. Knowing that after the talk, my senior beat up his relatives with his own hands, and claimed that they were the garbage of the wizarding society, and he would definitely ruin them. Many people speculated that this had something to do with his girlfriend, Muggle It’s about Elizabeth Williams, who was born, and it’s supposed to be a bloody love story about the difference between Muggles and wizards.”

"After breaking up with the Shafik family, the French Ministry of Magic stopped looking for him. You know, the men in the French Ministry of Magic are not allowed either," the wizard sighed, "so much so that Lord Grindelwald convened a meeting in Paris. When they were saints, only their husband and wife resisted. If you ask me, the French Ministry of Magic is the teammate of pigs. They even attacked their own people as if they were insane. There may be something hidden in it, but I think they are crazy anyway. Yes, this is also one of the reasons why I made up my mind to go to Nurmengard. Speaking of which, after that battle, the number of French wizards who came to Nurmengard is the largest...Huh? Why don’t you speak? I swear I said it Every sentence is true."

"Good story, so you were there at the time?"

A voice came faintly from the wizard's ear, he subconsciously shook his head and said, "I also heard it from someone."

"I think your language talent should be taken to a more useful place," the wizard turned his neck stiffly, and met the penguin's murderous eyes. A magic cactus pet that can listen to the voice of a wizard is a project with great market prospects, are you interested in going to Assyria to cultivate a cactus for Mr. Wiltonin?"

"Pen...Master Penguin." The wizard stammered and stood at attention.

"Leave it to me, my lord," Penguin said, handing a palm-sized stone disk to the wizard, "I won't send you to the Sahara, and find a suitable place around the Tigris River. After the teleportation disk is installed, , There will be some people to arrange some things, and then there will be supplies sent there every week, as for you, don’t come back to report if you have nothing to do.”

Penguin patted him on the shoulder and said kindly, "Now we lack some products with humanistic care. I hope you will not disappoint adults."

"Okay... okay." The wizard accepted Yuanpan bitterly, and there was no dissatisfaction in his words.

"Scarlett, how are your son and daughter?" Penguin quickly turned to the witch again, and asked with a smile, "Did the last medicine work well?"

"They...they're still squibs," said the witch's two lovely children, none of whom had the talent for magic, which was almost a devastating blow to a family in the wizarding world, and her expression immediately became depressed, "But the mental head And the body is much better - not so weak anymore, and I can use those alchemy props to do some simple housework... Mr. Penguin, now I am afraid that after they die, they will soon become people in the sewer, you know ...There is no place for them in, in, in the future that Lord Grindelwald paints for us."

"What you have to believe is not the lord sitting in the black tower," Penguin took Nelson's stretcher and said softly, "Lord Grindelwald is indeed great, but people always have limitations, don't they? Like that A grim world is not what adults and we want to see, that's what we gathered around him, isn't it?"

"is it?"

There was a discordant voice behind the penguin, and Johnny stood behind him with Joseph on crutches, staring at him with interest.

"Don't buy our people anymore." Joseph pointed the penguin with his crutches, "We are a team, not an office."

"Scarlett's family has two poor children, and Pamisa's family in South America are all Muggles, and he was Muggle-born," Johnny nodded at another taciturn wizard next to the witch, provoking He raised his eyebrows and said, "I see the future of the magic factory. Joseph's hometown was destroyed by fire, so I am obsessed with your lord's vision for peace. Each of us can't find ourselves between Nurmengard and the Ministry of Magic of various countries. We don’t want to see a traditional society where wizards squeeze Muggles, and we don’t want to see a future where wizards rule everything and people are clearly priced. These people wander between tradition and the future, Muggles and wizards, war and peace People will involuntarily be attracted to adults and gather around him, so what about you? Penguin, what is your purpose?"

"interesting."

"what?"

"Oh, I mean you are so funny, don't forget that I gathered you one by one, and now you are doubting me? I suggest you also go to an oasis on the banks of the Tigris River for a vacation, let the dry desert breeze Blow your brains," Penguin shrugged, "You doubt my loyalty, Johnny, you seem to have lost your mind and went crazy."

(End of this chapter)