My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 418 The death of the principal
The muddy ground was covered with moss, and the body of the fallen Armando was also covered by the filth splashed up.

Nelson was silent for a moment. This battle was not as close as he imagined. In his perception, the headmaster of Hogwarts could be equal to a Dumbledore, but now it seems that he was just playing tricks. Just a delirious old man, so that the news that he successfully used magic to predict the opponent's actions for the first time in battle has become tasteless now.

He was puzzled as to what a once respected headmaster had gone through to turn into this inhuman and ghost-like appearance. In the bunker of the Home of Love, the one who seemed to be the Sykes sister In the memory read in the mother's mind, the "decent" image of Amando seems to be incompatible with those ghosts and monsters. What kind of role did he play?

All kinds of doubts gathered in Nelson's heart, and his joy of easily defeating a powerful enemy was washed away.

After thinking for a moment, he walked towards Amondo. There were some sharp broken stones scattered on the ground, and a slender stone happened to penetrate through the back of Amondo's head when he landed on the ground. Green mist quickly seeped from the wound on the back of his head. and was soon dissolved by the mist of mist. Despite such a fatal wound, Armando did not shed a drop of blood. He was literally drained dry by Isabel's potion.

Nelson took off his hat and held it to his chest. The old headmaster was beyond help.

Suddenly, Armando's folded eyelids trembled and his lips moved. Nelson turned his ears and listened carefully.

"My portrait . . . is at Barry's."

Armando's eyes had completely lost their luster, his chapped lips were murmured, and he spit out a broken sentence as thin as a mosquito.

Nelson didn't speak, just took off his hat and silently watched the once respected old headmaster.

"It's time like this, do you still care about your posthumous name?" Nelson felt a little contemptuous in his heart, but this impatience just disappeared in his eyes. He simply sat down in the mossy mud and patiently After hearing Amondo's last words, infinite desolation arose in his heart, "Is the end of life spent with the enemy... It's really sad."

"If he is willing to let me accompany him...can you please say something nice for me, you are Barry's friend! I don't want to be a grandpa who will be hated until death."

Armando seemed to be returning to the light, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He raised his thin arm, which was not as thick as a branch, and held Nelson's wrist.

Such a simple action became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The skin like dry bark cracked along the texture of the muscles, revealing the shell under the skin. Not counting, there is no trace of moisture, it is as shriveled and dead as a coral stone on the bottom of the sea, a faint green light flickers between the gaps in the muscles, and the blood vessels passing through it are clearly visible, a dark green liquid that can hardly be called blood It flows slowly in it, struggling to squeeze the last vitality in Amondo's body.

Nelson, who witnessed the tragedy at close range, almost vomited, but he quickly suppressed the nausea, and did not shake off Armando's hand. From this withered hand, he could not feel any Malicious and crazy, I only felt the last trace of nostalgia for the world from a dying old man.

"Don't you need me to give the portrait to Dumbledore?" Nelson shook his head and asked softly.

"It seems that you also feel that it is impossible for Barry to forgive me, not to mention... If my behavior is made public, then Hogwarts will lose all face," Armando shook his head, neck The skin on his body also cracked, "At that time, if I can be placed in a Hogwarts storage room to accompany it, it will be the best ending for me."

"I'll tell them the truth."

Armando let out a sigh of relief from his chest, as if some unbearable burden had finally fallen to the ground.

"Maybe in the eyes of all of you, I am an incompetent grandfather."

"Maybe only Barry can judge this matter," Nelson said softly, and there was no expression on Armando's face, but Nelson could also feel his wry smile, "But at least you were a competent principal before."

"I'm not, I'm too strict with you guys, I made too many strict school rules, and even allowed the administrators to physically punish students, although Ogg, a good old man, has never done that before."

"When Barry was young, he was an excellent kid like you, but he was different from most wizard kids. He always carried us behind his back and secretly went to play football with Muggle kids in their schools, you know? ?It’s the kind of game where you kick an inflatable leather Bludger with your feet.”

Armando's thinking has become a little fuzzy, and he didn't even realize that Nelson, who gave him the desperate confrontation, was no longer a child. His face shone with the glow of happiness that was deep in memory, and those faint blushes were even enough to penetrate deep into the marrow of his bones. Temporarily expel the green mang, "His idol is Dai Lisi Dewente, and his dream is to become a healer like her, so that everyone can be free from disease... because his mother died when he was born. So I never had the chance to watch him play football.”

Nelson felt a little depressed in his heart. He stretched out his other hand and put it on the back of the old man's hand. The fire in Armando's eyes seemed to be extinguished at any moment, but he seemed to want to finish the story.

"Although his mother was a little sick and unable to go out, our family was considered a wizarding family that everyone envied at that time-I had just become the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I was in the limelight at that time, and my son Being an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, you can be called a young talent, Barry is also a cute and well-behaved child, if only he can get rid of that bad habit of kicking the ball on the back of the guests, it would be great."

"I've never seen him play football. I didn't know he had this talent."

Nelson responded to Armando's topic, holding a small black ball with a sacred symbol in his hand, hesitating whether to call Barry.

"He should never be able to play football in this life... It's my fault, I shouldn't blame all this on a child," Amento rolled his dry eyes, and Nelson couldn't judge such eyes at all Can you see something, "The one in your hand, is it a tool to contact Nurmengard?"

"Have you seen it?" Nelson blurted out.

"Yes, sorry, I have tortured some of your friends, those Grindelwald's men, have seen similar things, do you want to contact Barry? How about...forget it, I don't want him to see such Ugly grandpa."

Nelson fiddled with the ball twice, leaned over, and stuffed it into Armando's other hand, which was lying powerlessly on the ground, unable to hold the magic wand that had followed his fame all his life. Rolled from straight logs into dirty water.

"I'll give it to you, click it if you want to see Barry."

A gleam of hope flashed in Armando's eyes, but was soon covered by loneliness. He curled up his fingers and held the small ball, but did not press it down.

"Did you invent this?" Receiving Nelson's affirmative reply, Armando revealed a principal's relief when he saw an outstanding student, and sighed, "It would be great if there was such a thing, if only it existed , those children will not be involved in danger."

"You mean Barry?"

"Yeah, are you willing to listen to the old story of me, an old man who has done all kinds of evil things? Hehe... Anyway, you have heard so much, and I have no one to tell." Amando said to himself Continued, "Barry was not worrying when he was a child. He always sneaked out of the house to play football. In order to show his mother his skills, Barry even wanted his father and me to accompany him to perform at home."

Nelson couldn't help laughing when he thought of Armando galloping like a referee on the pitch with a straight face and wearing shorts.

"In order to fulfill his wish, my old bones even learned the rules, and I was hit by the ball on the grass every day," Armando said with a hard smile, "Later, on the day before the exhibition match, Barry proposed Go find those little friends and come together, you may not know that a football team needs eleven people!"

"It takes so much." Nelson continued following Armando's words. If he had skin on his face at this moment, it must be the last flush of the light.

"Yes, but he went and didn't come back until the next morning."

Nelson's heart tightened.

"Yeah, what does a child know? He proudly told his friends about his identity as a wizard, and showed them the ridiculously simple magic, such as turning a mouse yellow." Amando's tone was more "That's a damned Muggle church school. When Barry's father found him, he was hanging on the cross, accepting that damned purification and damned baptism!"

Nelson remembered that Father Claude had told them about the Scottish church bombing many years ago, and he could already imagine what Barry had suffered, because the green magic power on Armando's body suddenly swelled up, and the explosion was even stronger than it was at the beginning. The powerful aura quickly died down because his oil was exhausted, and this excitement accelerated his death again, and his body twisted loosely like a shaking building block.

"An Auror who killed an entire church and blew up a street into a pit, do you know what that means?" Amando said with a hint of tears in his tone, "He took the child back Got home, wanded himself in front of me, Barry's mother saw it, and the day before he performed to his mother, he was a child without a mum and a mum."

"..."

"That's why I was so strict with him, and even with you... Now that I think about it, I shouldn't blame this on a child, showing off to my friends is such a normal nature." Amando wanted to cry, But the dry body no longer has any moisture, "I was immersed in the majesty of the principal, immersed in the reputation and authority, but I didn't know that for Barry, I was the only relative he could rely on. Indeed, it was me. who made him into a silent man."

"Sorry, Professor."

Nelson lowered his head, and Armando's body had already started to collapse and fall apart like sand, and most of the bones of his body were placed in front of him desolately.

"I've been contaminated with too much filth, child, I didn't remember who I am until I was about to die," Armando's voice suddenly rose, and his withered hands grabbed his arm so painfully, "Keep my eyes closed , boy, I hope it's clean."

"What eyes?!"

Nelson was startled suddenly.

"Once upon a time, a group of people, for various reasons, got together to explore the nature of magic... Some believed that magic grew from hatred, some believed that magic came from love, some believed that magic was a kind of power, and some believed that magic was A kind of resource, some people think that magic reveals the essence of life, some people think that magic is an irresistible destiny... They each have their own ghosts, fight on their own, and want to recognize its essence, so as to restore the biggest problem in their lives. It's a pity," Armando's chest was heaving violently, his irritating coughing sound was endless, his facial muscles exposed to the air turned red, and he said hoarsely, "They hate each other but they have to communicate with each other. Making up for regrets and not caring about them can lead to greater regrets for more people, and I am one of them - I think magic is a curse! Nelson Williams, your former headmaster made so many rules To control you, but behind the scenes, he is studying the most outrageous and taboo subjects, he may be the most demon-hating person in the world!"

Armando's body crumbled like a sculpture that had been weathered for many years. The shriveled muscles fell off the bones, and the bones turned into fine sand and evaporated in the air when exposed to the air.

"This is a kind of magic we have researched. It can leave a person's magic power after death. Maybe Rose is right. Magic power comes from emotions... Boy, I hope my eyes can be clean in the end Yes." The skeleton-like Armando did not know where to rely on what organ to make the sound, "I also want to redeem the regret, but perhaps for Barry, I am the biggest regret in his life."

The last two lines of clear tears were squeezed out of Amento's completely dehydrated eyes, which only flowed for a few centimeters before they dried up helplessly.

The strength on Nelson's wrist suddenly relaxed. He lowered his head and sprinkled a handful of white sand on the back of his hand, which quickly dissipated in the wind.

All that Armando left in the world was the wand lying in the muddy water, and two amber gems.

And the little black ball that was rolling in the mud that wasn't pressed until the end.

He raised his head and looked at the sky where the drizzle began to fall. The clear rain hit his face, wet his hair, and washed away the filth on his body like a trickle.

"Love can be twisted like this"

He let the raindrops hit his cheeks, whispering softly, until the cold touch quickly disappeared.

"The rain has stopped."

Nelson raised his head, the rain stopped falling, but the patter still lingered in his ears.

"What do you think?"

Tom's leisurely voice came from not far away. Nelson turned his head and saw Tom who was holding a black umbrella and raising his chin at him. He stepped on the muddy water and walked to Nelson. new scars.

Noticing the magic wand in the water, Tom bent down, held the umbrella for the two of them with one hand, picked up the wand with the other hand, waved it to remove the stains on it, and held it up in front of him, showing a sighing expression.

"In the second grade." Tom said softly, "Professor Dippert once helped me write a recommendation letter. He encouraged me to study hard and try to stay in school to be a good teacher."

"..."

"What just happened? Did he say anything?"

"Give me a hand," Nelson held out his hand, "I've been sitting for too long, my butt is numb."

(End of this chapter)