My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 410 Two people
"What are you thinking, Albus?"

Grindelwald smiled innocently, glanced at Nelson at the side, spread his hands and said, "That's just a group of innocent widows and posthumous children, and the wrong things done by their elders cannot be blamed on them...you know , I thought people like us could better understand the feelings of these young people who are discriminated against."

"My teaching work is a bit urgent, and I don't have time to care about current affairs and politics across the ocean."

Dumbledore replied blankly. He observed Nelson's expression from the corner of his eye. From the flash of astonishment, Dumbledore clearly understood the fact that Nelson did not know. He silently breathed a sigh of relief. The body also relaxes a little.

"You may not know that although we all know that there is no direct relationship between birth and achievement, the sins of their parents made them suffer in life. They were provoked and humiliated by some extreme children on the way to school. They have no way to find a job after leaving, and they can't even get proper care when they get sick and see a doctor. In fact, they are taking the blame for those kneeling statues."

Grindelwald showed an expression of satisfaction due to his lofty morality, and said intoxicatedly, "And we treat every wizard equally, so we should give these children who have crawled out of their sins a chance, don't you think? Even--"

"Okay, Grindelwald," Dumbledore shook his head, "In a foreign land, we needlessly broke out for some boring disputes. I came here to talk to my students. It seems that you Seems like there are more important things to work on."

Dumbledore turned slightly and made a "please" gesture.

At this time, the three of them presented a strange triangular position. Grindelwald was leaning against the towering trees beside the tree-lined path, and the sun-facing canopy cast mottled light and shadow, dyeing his silver hair obscurely.

On his right, Dumbledore stood frankly in the middle of the road. His short brown-red hair revealed a few silver strands that were invisible under the clear sunshine on the east coast of the United States.

Nelson stood opposite Dumbledore with his fists clenched, keeping a considerable distance from the two of them. The debris of leaves slipped from the edge of his fist, flashing light and shadows from shallow to deep, unknown because of the changing angles of the reflected sunlight Or they themselves are in an extremely unstable confusion.

"I'm not in a hurry," Grindelwald categorically denied the accusation that Dumbledore was busy with work. He simply leaned his whole body lazily on the tree, looking at the two motionless people from time to time, "We must put some important Things come to the top of the agenda, like you are very important."

Nelson felt a chill for no reason, and he subconsciously took two steps back to distance himself from the two of them.

"Do you know what happened just now, Nelson." Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald, turned his head to look at Nelson, looked into his eyes and asked, "I believe you must feel something and know something."

"Was it half an hour ago, Professor?"

Nelson nodded again and again, thought for a moment, and quickly understood the current situation. Obviously, the impact of the broken hourglass was much greater than he had imagined, and it had even affected the two people far away in Europe. But in front of Green In the face of Devore and Dumbledore, even if the restoration of Sykes was exposed, the prototype of the Time Converter could not be revealed, so he quickly showed a confused and shocked expression, and asked, "Could it be that you were also attacked?"

"Attack?" Dumbledore didn't notice Nelson's momentary pause. He frowned and asked, "What attack? Who attacked you?"

"Aren't you talking about this?" Nelson looked even more confused, "Just now I came to Ilvermorny to visit a friend, but unexpectedly, an invisible enemy cast a confusion spell, me and my My friend's perception of time has slowed down by a second, and I suspect that Professor Twelve Trees did it."

Nelson only felt guilty for a second, and then threw the blame on Professor Twelve Trees. He knew in his heart that Dumbledore would not agree with this statement, so naturally it was impossible to confront Professor Twelve Trees. In case Dumbledore admitted his death, he would go to Professor Twelve Trees to find out. He hurriedly added, "Of course, I'm just guessing. After all, Professor Twelve Trees is the most powerful wizard around."

"That's not necessarily the case." Before Dumbledore could respond, Grindelwald easily began to apply eye drops to him. He looked towards the direction of the town not far away, whistled, and said with a smile, "The surrounding area But there are many good players, do you need me to help you Albus? Maybe you can't become the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, but you can consider occupying the title of "the fastest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts" Position', of course, if Nelson is willing to help, our success rate will be much higher, this is a battle of glory."

Dumbledore's forehead was throbbing with veins, and it took a lot of effort to maintain his self-restraint.

"No need, Gellert, we have more important things to do today."

Grindelwald showed an indifferent expression, and retreated to the tree and leaned against it.

"So what were you doing before?" Dumbledore turned back to Nelson's direction and asked softly, "Perhaps you can reveal something that you can tell me."

Nelson thought for a moment, then glanced at Grindelwald, who was doing nothing behind Dumbledore, and suddenly had a good idea in his mind. He gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "Professor, maybe you still remember the despicable Helbo."

"I remember, kid, I'm already going to write your deeds into the school history."

"Why..." Nelson said with a shy expression on his face, "As we all know, the despicable Hai Erbo has thirteen Horcruxes."

"Yes, you destroyed the most important ones with your own hands," Dumbledore said with a look of appreciation in his eyes, "You chose to become a hero in order to protect your world."

"It's just a coincidence, but professor, in fact, we only destroyed twelve pieces. The one in the Second Salem Station is not a horcrux, but a breeding ground for dementors left by him. That is to say, there is still one A horcrux was left outside, and I have confirmed his death through certain methods, and that horcrux may become a medium for storing black magic like the Ravenclaw crown," Nelson said through gritted teeth, "I have been hiding this news , just to find his last horcrux and destroy it before bad guys use it to do bad things, but I think you and Mr. Grindelwald don’t want to see these people of insight wandering about black magic... Just now I tried to contact the Horcrux through the seal he left, but was interrupted halfway."

"It turns out that you always left school because of this, Nelson, we owe you too much..." Hearing Nelson's description, Dumbledore frowned first, with a look of worry on his face, and then looked at him distressedly. To his student, who was working so hard for world peace, he suddenly felt that his suspicion was undoubtedly a despicable fault, he turned his head suddenly, and shot the innocent-faced Grindelwald with his scrutiny from the gap between his hooked nose and glasses, and continued After a few seconds, he whispered to Nelson, "Child, sometimes you misunderstand people. This is a mistake that everyone may make."

"How could it be, Professor?" Nelson felt a little guilty. He was unwilling to deceive, but there were always various excuses for him to choose to hide.

"Nelson, I once promised you that I will teach you some knowledge beyond the classroom schedule in my spare time. For outstanding students, step by step may be a kind of restraint." Dumbledore waved his sleeves and said suddenly, "But Your thirst for knowledge is always ahead of my thoughts, which is very good, but even a genius, without planning, may get twice the result with half the effort.”

"You're right, Professor," Nelson nodded obediently and said yes, "so I have been studying according to the outline of the textbook, thanks to the tutorial written by Miranda Gosack, Professor, maybe you have the opportunity to read what she wrote Maybe the book is more suitable for students than the textbook we are using?"

"Standard Spells?" Dumbledore obviously read the tutorial written by Miranda, "She sent me a few copies after she graduated. At that time, Melissa... it was your Professor Sykes who suggested that this The set of books is used as a textbook for freshmen, but unfortunately, when the school manager and the Wizengamot were still going through the process, she had already—"

Dumbledore was a little speechless.

"Defected," Grindelwald helped him finish the sentence intimately, and laughed "Puchi" in a voice that the three of them could just hear, then straightened his face and added seriously, "Because of colluding with the anti-wizard Organization Second Salem is wanted by the British Ministry of Magic... Oh, you go on, you shouldn't interrupt in class, should you?"

"I'm glad you can still remember the most basic classroom order," Dumbledore glared at Grindelwald from the corner of his eye, picked up his wand, and said softly, looking at the leaf debris on Nelson's fist, "In fact , Many of the courses I prepared are meaningless to you, so I want to give you a practical lesson today, I wonder if you are interested?"

When Nelson heard Dumbledore's words, a fighting spirit suddenly rose in his heart, and even his feet that stood still became eager to try. He also wanted to know how far he was from Dumbledore, who would become the greatest wizard in the world in the future. What is the difference between the characters, and now he is not the boy who carefully learned Occlumency. Years of study and accumulation have boosted his confidence. Nelson slowly pulled out his wand, and when he was about to perform the wizard salute, he saw Dumbledore turned around and faced Grindelwald's direction.

"What are you thinking? The professor can't do anything with the students even outside the school," Dumbledore heard the noise from behind, turned his head to see Nelson who drew out his wand and raised it to his chest, raised the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but said, " I know you have always wanted to teach me a lesson, I promise you, when you graduate, I will give you this chance."

"Professor, I didn't..." Nelson put down his wand helplessly and shrugged.

"To be honest, among the wizards in the world, you are the one I don't want to fight the last." Dumbledore winked at Nelson and said with a smile, "Do you think I haven't seen your duel? It's like a long-distance race It's like a competition, I don't have the waist and legs of young people, I might be walked to death by you like an old horse... Of course, if you are interested in participating in the banquet hall in the basement of the professor and the ghosts in November I would like to compete with you at the dinner table in the sour and sweet food competition held by China United."

"I'll go, Professor." Nelson said with a smile, "I'm very confident."

"I hope so," Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Grindelwald who was pretending to be a tree trunk or a not so superfluous ornament, and put away his smile, "Grindelwald, are you willing to join me in helping Nelson Will Mr. Williams give a lively dueling lesson?"

"I?"

Grindelwald felt a little baffled. He pointed to his nose, shrugged, and reluctantly agreed, "Okay, let me play a dark wizard who does all kinds of evil and only likes to persecute good people."

"Aren't you?"

Dumbledore raised his wand to his chest, and was about to bow his head in salute, when a red curse flew towards his chest silently.

"Nelson, watch!" Grindelwald excitedly used Apparition to flash behind Dumbledore, and shouted at Nelson angrily, "This is the first knowledge point, a dark wizard who does all kinds of evil will only Sudden attack on you."

"boom!"

The red curse hit a small silver buckler that suddenly floated in front of Dumbledore, was bounced to the side, and slammed into the root of a big tree, and the unlucky old tree was instantly blown into two pieces , Rumblingly pulling the same kind of branches and leaves entangled with the crown of the tree and dumping to the middle of the road.

The flying leaves and dust dance around Dumbledore in the center. When they are separated from each other, they are like elves singing and dancing in the garden, but when they are combined, they are like a tall and healthy centaur standing Behind Dumbledore, he used his muscular bow to shoot arrows. Those tight leaves stopped in the air for only a second and then shot towards the direction where Grindelwald made the sound like cannonballs. The scene was amazing. Thousands of arrows were fired, and the wind pressure forced the vast and dense forest to bow its head.

Dumbledore showed a level of strength far beyond the one he demonstrated to his classmates at school. The blade-like leaves drifted like a whirlwind, hiding sharp murderous intentions, and moved towards Grindel, who was constantly using seamless apparation. Wo chased after.

"This is the second knowledge point. Even if the dark wizard has no bottom line, we must hold our heads high and be aboveboard!"

"Except your weapons!"

Grindelwald's shout suddenly came from the smoke and dust brought up by the whirlwind of leaves. Dumbledore raised his hand, and the sand and stone on the ground instantly condensed into a silver round shield, surrounding him, but he waited It wasn't a red spell, but a sharp arrow burning with a purple flame that instantly roasted the leaves into charcoal.

This "disarm" is Nelson's best little trick. It seems to have a kind of magical power. Any wizard who often practices magic with him, whether it is Tom or Grindelwald, will be infected like a virus.

Grindelwald's figure suddenly appeared in front of Dumbledore, he raised the corner of his mouth, and the distance between the two was close enough to use the head hammer.

"We haven't had a duel like this in a long time."

"Yes."

Dumbledore's men didn't rest, the spell pressed against Grindelwald's stomach, and a powerful impediment spell blasted out instantly, but Grindelwald had already disappeared in place, only the sound still echoed.

"There is no building here for you to jump."

"Yeah," Dumbledore hasn't had a duel for many years, but Dumbledore is still very familiar with Grindelwald's habits, as if instinctively, he flipped his wand, pointing the tip of the wand behind him, and another obstacle spell blasted out, and said softly, "This time The audience doesn't need me to distract and protect them."

"Actually, you have been able to fight me since a long time ago, haven't you?"

There was a loud bang of a spell hitting behind him, and then Grindelwald's voice came from beside his ears.

Dumbledore didn't answer, and the blocking spell that was shot first hit its first target. In an instant, countless tall trees fell like dominoes, and thin mist began to gather around him.

"Perhaps." He murmured, and suddenly raised his voice, "See clearly! For a shape-shifting wizard who is good at using water, being able to easily absorb water from the air means that any place is your home field!"

"It's very useful for you," Grindelwald agreed, "but Wilt by the stream would rather not be disturbed by others!"

After all, the hard-to-see magic like a violent storm bombarded Dumbledore indiscriminately from all directions.

"I do not know either."

(End of this chapter)