My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 429 The First Lesson
"Why do you dare to appear here?"

The boy who was strangled screamed angrily, which attracted the attention of everyone present, but no one came to stop him. They understood the resentment in the boy's heart and saw the remorse on Nelson's face.

He loosened the boy's collar, helped him fasten the ripped buttons, and said softly: "I also blame myself, but I dare to face all the bitter fruits I have caused."

"What's the use of that? I don't have a mother!"

The boy's cries pierced Nelson's eardrums and echoed in his heart. He didn't argue back, make useless apologies, and didn't say chicken soup nonsense. He just stared into the boy's eyes until he calmed down.

Dumbledore on the side saw this scene, and there was a flash of unbearable in his eyes. Nelson's figure gradually overlapped with the appearance of Gellert Grindelwald in his memory, whether it was this posture facing the abominable person, or they were doing it. What I think is right, but it is inevitable to move forward on the unknown and unpredictable road.

But he is like Dumbledore, like a helpless, self-righteous teacher.

"Your mother did die because of me, but it's not me, but her who needs you more at this moment." He looked at the corner vacated by the three of them beside the tomb, not noticing that he looked so much like the one in Nurmengard back then. Grindelwald in the cemetery, "When you grow up, I welcome you to come to me for revenge, but before that, I think you should be the son she expects."

The rain suddenly became heavy, and an impenetrable wall was erected between the boy and Nelson. The boy lowered his head, clenched his fists, and rushed into the rain.

……

"Amen."

The rain stopped.

As Robert struggled to get up, he read the last eulogy, as Isabel's three children shed the last tear, as the last shovel of soil was filled into the pit, Isabel led her full of sin and defined by love I bid farewell to this world completely.

Even though the backfilling soil was not as tight as it was before, and even if there were some things underneath, the final grave mound only had a soil bag with a negligibly small curvature, and was so flat that a tombstone could even be placed directly on it.

Isabel left so few things that she had no personal belongings in this family except for a few pieces of jewelry and a magic wand she took away when she eloped. Her traces are left on every household item—how did a once-gifted witch learn to sew in the process of being pricked again and again, what about a pair of hands that have only touched a wand since childhood Get close to kitchen utensils, brooms and mops.

After the simple ceremony was over, Dumbledore shook his head, walked slowly towards the family of four who were embracing and weeping, bowed slightly towards Isabel's grave, took out a green round gemstone from his pocket, and used it A clean white handkerchief was placed gently on the mound.

"What is this? Professor."

McGonagall raised his head and asked, Dumbledore shook his head and didn't speak, just patted the student's shoulder lightly, but Nelson, who noticed this scene, narrowed his eyes - after Isabel chose to self-destruct, Nelson because of The poisonous obstruction makes it difficult to get close to the center of the village. This may be the eyes she congealed after obtaining the magic of the group of people in Amando's mouth, but who obtained it, and how did it come to Dumbledore? Lido's hands.

Since Dumbledore got an "eye", he should know about this series of things, and Nelson has no need to hide it. When Dumbledore returned to his original position, he immediately went up to meet him. He asked in a low voice, "Professor, do you know what that thing is?"

"As expected, you have seen the same one," Dumbledore replied after a pause, "Gellert gave it to me on the afternoon we met in Ilvermorny, I think you should understand that it means What."

Nelson recalled the scene he observed from Dr. Sykes' memory, his pupils constricted. At the end of the party, a man who was dusty and dusty came late, and he was full of wisecracks like prophecy. Now it seems that that It is without a doubt Grindelwald.

"It reveals the essence of magic, doesn't it?" Dumbledore sighed, "I have never seen such magic. With the help of previous headmasters and Professor Slytherin, I tried to analyze it. It is difficult." Especially when we are faced with unknown affairs... Who would have thought that magic, life, soul and even memory can be attributed to emotion? Fortunately, I happen to have a useful one in my office magic props."

"The Pensieve?"

"That's right, you're always right in your words," Dumbledore nodded, and said with a complicated expression, "I can feel her relief and despair from that eye, but what's deeper is hatred. I had a brief relationship with Hogwarts. At that time, I had just started teaching, but she was about to graduate. My impression of this girl was only smart and flexible. She was like a much more enlightened Minerva, not so meticulous. But smart is the same."

"Can you tell me?"

Nelson is full of curiosity about this seemingly ordinary but extremely crazy woman.

"What I can tell you may not be as much as you know," Dumbledore sighed, and continued, "Many people say that she will have a bright future, but after graduating from Hogwarts, we rarely I heard about her. As you know, Professor Slughorn is a person who likes to contact and collect friends. This is not a good habit, but sometimes it is useful, as long as his classmates, alumni or even Some of the students I have taught have achieved something, and I can also see that person in the Slug Club, but even if he is so good at making money, I can't find any information about Isabel. I didn't expect such an ordinary The place became her extraordinary burial ground."

"It's really embarrassing."

"With the help of the principals, I saw everything in the eyes, and you can see her love for Mr. McGonagall and the children is so strong, so dazzling, so touching, but I only feel her The endless resentment towards this world," Dumbledore sighed, "I don't understand, I always thought the world was good and worth our maintenance, but it can still push a loving person into the abyss."

"So we need to change it," said Nelson, with his hand in his pocket, clutching a small silver ball. "It may not be too bad, but it's getting worse and worse."

"But what's the difference?" Dumbledore asked back, spreading his hands open, "Everyone knows it's not good enough, but do you know where it's not good enough? Maybe everyone has a plan to make it better, But are their results really good? I know you are not as gentle as you show, and you are full of prejudice against the world, but it does not blame you, and it has not treated you gently, Gnar... I know You have many grand plans. I know that you can even achieve in the few short years after leaving school that Gellert and I may not be able to achieve in our lifetime. I even know that you are developing a kind of storage magic that can The technology that makes Muggles and wizards the same can even be put into use, but I want you to think carefully, are you ready to change the world, is the world ready for your change?"

Without waiting for Nelson to answer, Dumbledore continued to ask questions like a storm: "You have stayed by Gellert's side for too long, maybe you think your wisdom is enough to resist all influences, but haven't you noticed? You I am used to using violence to solve problems. I admit that the vast majority of wizards in the world can no longer stop you from doing what you want. In this regard, you are better than me and Gellert back then, but even if you Is invincible, but imposes what she thinks is good changes on others, and what is the difference from Isabel who creates terror? If you don’t consider the real contradiction, it is just a stagnant dream.”

"Professor," Tom, who had been sitting by the side, said suddenly, saying what he said many years ago in the Troka tavern in the suburbs of London. The earth-shaking changes, "Gnar, is a prophet."

"I can't refute this point. The prophet can indeed see much more than us," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "But I think Nelson prefers to chase after the illusory future. Seek answers from history. Of course, I admit that even though I have made up some knowledge in recent years, my understanding of history is still inferior to yours. I think you should know this truth better than me. How do you say that sentence? What? Dynasty is short, but kingship is eternal."

"But the kingship no longer exists."

"That's not kingship, only truth is eternal," Dumbledore showed an ugly smile, "sadly, none of us have grasped the truth."

"..."

Nelson's expression kept changing, the hand holding the little silver ball kept loosening and clenching again and again.

"Hold on to what's in your pocket, it's a great invention," Dumbledore blinked, as persuasively as Nelson did in his first Transfiguration class at Hogwarts, "There are many reasons for this tragedy, Perhaps the biggest source lies in the conflict between Muggles and wizards, in the Statute of Secrecy... Have you ever considered that if all things remained the same, and Mr. McGonagall was a wizard, a, uh... a Protestant wizard, the ending of the story would be Has anything changed?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Nelson thought for a moment, and said seriously like answering questions in the first class, "Contradictions are everywhere, even if we avoid wizards' fear and prejudice against Muggles, there are blood, A series of contradictions such as status, wealth, etc. occur in the new story line. Maybe the final ending still has a tragic core, but this is just my guess. Such a future is chaotic, and they may live a happy life life is uncertain."

"You see, even you admit that when a certain point in the past is changed, the future will become chaotic again." Dumbledore blinked and said softly, "History is unbreakable but also fragile, you must be careful .”

Nelson knew what Dumbledore was referring to, and he held his chin, lost in thought.

Beside the tomb, the four members of the McGonagall family were saying their final farewell. Nelson suddenly raised his head and said to Dumbledore, "Professor, do you... know something from the future?"

"We should continue the topic just now. What if you didn't expose Isabel's deeds?" Dumbledore didn't answer him, and continued to ask, "Will lies eventually become truth?"

Nelson wanted to say no, because apart from McGonagall, her family would not have any tragedies in the end, but when faced with Dumbledore's question, he found in his thinking that even with the foresight to see through the future, it is so simple But he couldn't answer complicated questions.

"Why don't you ask the person concerned?" Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder, "Look, Mr. McGonagall is walking towards you."

Nelson stood up quickly, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and went up to him.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm sorry."

"I've said it before, right is right, wrong is wrong," Robert waved his hand, his self-blame was worse than Nelson's guilt, "My ignorance caused all this, Isabel...she What you have done has gone too far, if Minerva didn't come here without you, the person who discovered her crime might become your policeman, is it Arrow?"

"It's Auror, Mr. McGonagall," Nelson said, considering his choice of words, "You're right, the Ministry of Magic has noticed Mrs. McGonagall's... behavior, and Auror will definitely be provoked."

"So this is the inevitable ending. Instead of letting our family's happy life be on the ruins of a lie and a disaster, it is better for us to face all of this calmly."

"Mr. McGonagall, if you are a wizard," Nelson put his hands in his pockets, held the small silver ball, and clenched his fists, "I mean, if you have a chance to become a wizard, you can cast magic like a wizard , will you be happy?"

"Well... sometimes I also wonder, if I were a wizard, would the story between Isabel and I have a better story?" Robert looked at the cross above his head with a melancholy expression, and sighed, "But reality doesn't Therefore, if God really gives me a chance to start again, I think I will cherish her more and not let her face so much despair alone, but the wizard's wand may not be what I really need—— We don't really care about each other in the 'what if', do we?"

Nelson has mixed feelings in his heart. Ever since he developed an alchemy tool that can be used by Muggles, he has never heard rejection from anyone. He takes it for granted that no one will resist the charm of magic, and no one will be willing "Ordinary", as long as everyone masters magic simply and rudely, the gap caused by magic will easily disappear.

But now, Robert rejected him.

(End of this chapter)