My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 420 Change
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The swollen corner of the rotten wooden door scraped against the frame, the rusted hinges rubbed against each other with a toothache, it closed inward, opened over the frame, and hit the chair behind the door again toward the street. swing in the direction.

"Young people are really anxious."

Grindelwald sat in front of the bar counter of the tavern, hooked his fingers, and creaked and closed the wooden door that was led by Nelson who was anxious to leave, but it was a pity that the wooden door was in disrepair for a long time, and part of it had been deformed due to long-term moisture. It couldn't fit perfectly in the door frame, which made Grindelwald, who pursued perfection, frown and simply stopped looking at it.

"If it was you in the past, maybe you would try to make that door into a regular square."

Dumbledore leaned on the bar and stood at the door, looking at the closed door, as if he wanted to observe the deserted street through it.

"What's the point of that, Albus?" Grindelwald shrugged, stretched his arms and took another glass, filled it with cloudy liquor, and flew towards Dumbledore danglingly, "All these years , I understand a truth, everything is different, not eternal, even if I put that door into a regular shape, its door frame has been deformed, even if I fix them all, it will not be the same. There is no guarantee that in this pickled environment, it will not expand again due to being soaked in water, even if I use the magic of permanent setting, so what? There are so many doors in the world, do I have to be like Nelson I also wear a wrench around my waist every day, do you repair one when you see one?"

"You're right," the wine glass in the air was constantly hitting Dumbledore's head, which made him feel tired, and he had to reach out to take it off and put it on the table, "so more often your thoughts don't Not for most people, is it?"

"Look at you, you are telling me the truth like a teacher again," Grindelwald picked up the cup on the table, raised his head and drank it down, the half-melted ice slipped into his throat without chewing , the cold touch rippled from his chest to his limbs, he shivered comfortably, wiped the cup with his hand, and it was filled with muddy wine again, "I'm talking about doors, you're talking about people, people Can it be the same as a door? A broken door can be repaired, or even bought a new one, but what about people?”

"How can people be bad?"

Dumbledore showed a smile, picked up the glass on the table, and drank it down. He didn't swallow the ice cubes, but chewed them in his mouth. For a moment, it was very similar to the creaking sound of the door hinge The sound resounded in the tavern again, becoming the only bottom noise in the silence between the two of them. Grindelwald leaned on the table with his cheeks in his hands, his strange eyes seemed drunk, and there seemed to be some complicated emotions flickering.

After a while, when the sound of chewing ice cubes subsided, he straightened up and shook the wine glass. The purple Fiendfire burned into various strange shapes at the mouth of the glass like a docile pet, but the wine glass was still cold, even A thin layer of frost formed on the wall.

"Do you know what he went to do?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"It's really sad," Grindelwald pretended to wink his eyes, "As the principal, he doesn't care about his own students, and I have to let an outsider care about him."

"You are self-aware." Dumbledore stared at the torch-like cup in Grindelwald's hand, and said softly, "I thought that Fiercefire's change from red to blue was the limit, but I didn't expect its temperature to be even higher .”

"I have to say that Muggle research is still of some value," Grindelwald played with the flames, "Nelson left a few books written by Muggles at my place before, and I really can't understand things like gears and sliders." , but some things are still good, and can be exchanged for gold in the garbage dump."

"As long as it exists, it has value."

"That's right," Grindelwald smiled, "so I'm good at recycling."

"Nelson... the Horcrux that Nelson mentioned, it is in your hands," Dumbledore heard the subtext in Grindelwald's words, "that kind of sinful soul is no different from a garbage dump, but you can still Pan out of it for what you think is gold."

"You actually believed what he said." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. Although he did not agree with Nelson's excuse just now, he did not deny Dumbledore's allegations.

"I believe every word the children of Hogwarts say." Dumbledore lowered his head and played with his wand, "Whether it is true or not, as long as I am willing to believe him, he will always tell me the truth, just or Sooner or later."

"I can tell you what he did," Grindelwald suddenly turned back to the original topic, "Your ex is preparing his murder plan again, and this time he is targeting the little boy that Nelson brought from the United States to England. Girl, you should understand his temperament, he is indifferent to everything, but as long as he hurts the person he cares about, then—”

Grindelwald shrugged, and Dumbledore experienced the subsequent plot himself.

"My predecessor?" Dumbledore pointed to his nose, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, "You mean Professor Dippet, although his story is embarrassing, but his thoughts difficult to realize."

"His grandson is with me. You should have seen that kid. He is almost the exact opposite of Dippet. He likes to break the rules and write everything on his face." Grindelwald shook his head. In terms of categories, the silent ones like Aurelius Dumbledore are more from the oppression of unfortunate fate. He has gotten better recently, and I have seen new colors from his fate. For those who have a home, The injustice of fate can only be regarded as an insignificant episode, but this kind of fate is also unfair to him, the destination has come too late, and he has slipped too far toward decay."

Hearing Credence's real name, Dumbledore's eyes showed a trace of regret. He shook his head, picked up the refilled wine glass, and drank it in one gulp. At the end, he wiped his mouth and sighed: "It's love." , love can take him far.”

"That kind of thing is too elusive," Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth, "Can you use love to cast magic?"

I thought Dumbledore had nothing to say, but his reaction was beyond Grindelwald's expectations. He nodded and said, "I will, it's more powerful than you can imagine."

"is it?"

"Yes, some of the things you do are contrary to love," Dumbledore slowly filled his wine glass with his wand, "so you will face resistance from it, and the followers you have bewitched with a powerful future are Leaving you one after another, Queenie, Aurelius... and many, many others who know what is right, you will be surrounded only by fanatics, and then you will be trapped The cause surrounded by fools is just a mirage, Gellert, you who claim to be wise will not fail to understand this truth."

"It's true," Grindelwald shrugged, "Maybe you don't know, we haven't done what a villain should do for a long time, Nurmengard's purpose now is to make wizards live a better life .”

"I like that magic sewing set very much. To tell you the truth, I used it to mend the holes in the wool socks I'm wearing now. It hasn't been broken in three months." Dumbledore kicked the stool and wiped it with his cuff. own wand, "I admit it will make the world a better place, but does it have anything to do with you?"

"Is it okay?"

"A young man who couldn't catch your eyes at the beginning turned the fortress you have worked so hard into icing in just three years, and the atmosphere like a pressure cooker has also become full of vitality. Why? With your criminal record, those officials of the Ministry of Magic did not choose to wipe out this den of criminals, but even threw an olive branch? Do you think it is power that deters them? For resource owners, power cannot be dispelled Their determination to wipe out the enemy—the would-be criminals, the thugs—has changed, they've found their niche in a whole new industry, and after all, who wants to be a bandit when the time is right?"

"So you should thank me."

"Why should I thank you?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically, "Did something change after you stripped off this new clothes? Those who still stay with you have already come to the end of the road. I have seen Nurmengard The majestic magic factory, seen its steam and the goods that are transported out all the time, it changed the times, but does it belong to that shell? It's just a hermit crab, when it grows bigger , it will choose a more suitable hotbed, I think this is the change we should encourage, not simply tear it down, and build a palace on the ruins that is exactly the same as before but with a different door.”

"You know quite a lot." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I've been paying attention to you, Gellert, and I'm learning new knowledge that overwhelms me like a freshman. Before that, I never had" Dumbledore sighed, "We used to want to He is a person who changes the times, so when facing the change, I will be more nervous, and I look forward to what he can do in the future, and I have even seen it.”

"Seeing it", Grindelwald knew that he was referring to the best-selling sewing kit, or maybe something else, and his face showed a daze in the face of change, as Dumbledore said, when Newmont Gard's products are sold all over the world. When he seized unimaginable wealth and power in a way that was a hundred times easier than before, this changer was a little lost in the face of faster and more violent changes, but his strange-colored eyes The firmness that runs through the book has not changed. For the prophet, these are just small episodes in the established future.

"Since you have been paying so much attention, then you must have noticed that too." Grindelwald didn't want to continue the topic, but turned the topic bluntly back to what he wanted to say at the beginning, "You noticed that Is it? That second."

Grindelwald held the cup in front of him, and the rising flames hid his face in lush purple. When he said this, Dumbledore's movements visibly froze, and he paused for a few seconds. Slowly said: "I didn't."

"It seems that you know what I'm talking about." Grindelwald put down his glass, with a tacit smile on his face like decades ago, "Your time has also been dialed back by one second, obviously, this is right It's from our 'change boy'."

"This nickname is really ugly," Dumbledore said noncommittally, "It reminds me of his other nickname, Nordic Boy."

"You must have noticed." Grindelwald scratched the rim of the cup with his hand, and whenever his fingers passed through, those Fiendfires who looked like death-killing ghosts to others would hide behind him like taboo emperors On the one hand, from the beginning to the end, he didn't feel any burning pain in his fingers, "Otherwise you wouldn't come here, it's really not easy, I thought the taboo subject of the nature of magic power was already difficult enough, I didn't expect there would be more Difficult—even so unbelievable that it wasn't included in the list of taboo subjects."

"Oh, that's how it is," Dumbledore didn't care, and even looked a little regretful, "I thought I could suddenly predict, and I thought, it won't be an easy science fiction story made up by some people. deceived."

"Haha, do you still remember the story I told about the Muggle flying into space on a missile and building a house in the sky?" Grindelwald remembered the imagination of the two when they were young, and couldn't help laughing, "I admit , Compared with those aircraft and cannons that were actually seen, this fantasy is still too advanced."

"Impressive," Dumbledore blinked, "but it's not impossible."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head, "Fox told me a few days ago that these days, there are always things flying into the sky from all over the world, and then never come down again. It is exactly the same as the house hanging in the sky you mentioned. The ideal is slowing down. slowing down into our reality.”

"Is this ideal? This is delusion." Grindelwald shrugged. "Some meteorites often fall to the ground, so it is understandable that something flies up, isn't it?"

"I hope so."

The dialogue between the two fell into a strange tacit understanding. They were both deliberately avoiding certain topics, and they knew each other's avoidance content well, so they had to hold guns and sticks in the chat, and quickly passed each other's reactions. Get the answers you want.

"Actually, Newt gave me the blood oath many years ago."

"I think you should have kept it in the cupboard, well protected."

"Now I wish I did."

"It's not too late now," Grindelwald stroked Fiercefire, and said softly, "From the perspective of souvenirs, there is no difference between a pile of glass shards and a complete cup."

"..."

"By the way, maybe changing something about the boy can make regrets no longer regrets."

"That was obviously not a small accident." Dumbledore took a sip of the cold liquid, "Even if it succeeded, it must have cost a lot, not to mention that a pile of glass shards is not a complete glass after all. "

"What's more, how can a person who believes in the future say such things?"

He put the cleaned wand back into his arms, and Grindelwald on the side also picked up the burning wine glass and drank it down.

The two people with their own persistence did not convince each other, but it seemed that something had changed. They looked at each other and smiled, and clinked glasses with normal ice cubes. The next time they meet, they don’t know when it will be .

"I go first."

"I'll pay the bill."

Familiar conversation, Dumbledore was the only one left in the tavern, and at the position before Grindelwald, a light green spherical gemstone was slowly turning at the bottom of the cup.

(End of this chapter)