My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 459 The Door

I am not a person who likes to fight.

I am a solitary person. I have no father, no mother, no one to rely on, and I was adopted by my "mother" when I was a child. Although she is indifferent to me, she even often indulges the guys under her to "purify" me and abuse me. Same attitude with other brothers and sisters in the cage.

But I still thank her.

Because she won't beat me personally, won't beat me on the back with those whips covered with blood and dirty water, she peeled off my human shell, and turned me from a alien who was spurned by everyone into a A monster feared by all, but... that's not bad, isn't it?At least I didn't have to embrace death prematurely like my brothers and sisters did, I was alive despite the pain and had the gift of sharing it with others.

She told me that suffering is the greatest reward for a sinner like me; she also told me that everyone in the world is guilty.

I didn't believe it until that day.Oh yes, Nelson, I may have left by the time you read this letter, but would you believe it?How could I fall in love with a snake that ran away from a circus.

I don't know exactly why.Is it because she can't protect herself but is still willing to protect the dying me?Is it because she, like me, is a monster that is neither wizard nor human nor even mortal?Is it because the eyes that are identical to mine are hidden in the pair of snake pupils I saw on the streets of Paris that day?
Maybe both, or maybe neither.

I became a person living in struggle.

I lied to you, from the very beginning, I knew who the silent man was hiding around my house, only I would cower like that, only I would look forward and backward like that, only I would miss everything like that.

I don't know how you know how to cure her, maybe in the time prison you built yourself, you have tried thousands of times for this, I don't know how much I paid for this thing, I Like a despicable thief, one day in a daze, I suddenly waited for Nagini, who I dreamed of, and enjoyed her gratitude and love for me unscrupulously. I clearly knew that the person who saved her life was not me, I was pressed on my chest by this heavy love, and it was hard to breathe. Obviously, it was the person I missed for a thousand days and nights, and I knew that she did not belong to me, at least not to me now, and neither did I. I know what kind of mentality I am enjoying this treasure that does not belong to me.

Until you told me hope for a turnaround, I was finally able to get out of the guilt, and I finally had a chance to do something for Nagini.do you know?I was ecstatic. When I heard the news, I finally understood that love can save us from each other.

Thank you, that changed me more than when Gellert Grindelwald told me Aurelius Dumbledore's real name.I am no longer a man born with sin, no longer a monster born for vengeance, no longer a soul so self-contained that I was told, I lost the lightness that floated on the clouds , as if I have been living on a gentle ground from the very beginning, my life can finally be freed from being bound by silk threads like a kite, and I can be connected with the people I love, I feel that I can finally walk away from the status of alien or monster come out.

The funny thing is, at this point, I become greedy, I want to spend more time with Nagini, I don't want to give her to my future self, even though I can always feel him missing him Emotions that dare not show up.

I wish your magic would have been perfected later, but I'm still afraid, afraid that I'm gone forever, I'm not greedy for life, I'm just lustful for her.

These days I always have some strange dreams, sometimes without you in the dream, Nagini also turned into a snake, and I also went to an unavoidable collapse, I found Tom and gave my strength to He, wanting to be his eyes, watching Nagini go; sometimes...forget it, it's just some boring conjecture, although I wrote such a big deal, I still hope that your magic can be perfected sooner , I don't want Nagini to live in an uncertain crisis anymore.

If we succeed, none of this will be entangled, but if I fail... I will try my best to send this letter to you, and don't blame yourself for it, my life as a silent person is coming to an end soon, I just want to implore you one more time, don't give up on her, Nagini has a future.

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"What are you writing about, Clay?"

Nagini came out of the hotel bathroom, wearing a black bathrobe, and hugged Credence's waist from behind. Her chest was tightly pressed against Credence's back. You can feel the powerful beating of the heart, which is warm and vigorous, different from that of cold-blooded animals.

Credence's movements froze. He covered the letter with one hand, and covered the back of Nagini's cold hand with the other, rubbing it gently, trying to warm her up with his own temperature.

"You are still the same as before, walking without any sound at all."

"Scared you? Did it bother you to write to other girls?" Nagini hugged tighter, resting her chin on Credence's shoulder, looking curiously at the girl on the table. The stationery, but only saw rows of dazzling forms filled with time points. She gave up watching, narrowed her eyes, and said lazily, "After all, I am a snake."

Credence's body tensed up, he held Nagini's hand harder, and said a little out of control, "You're human!"

"Okay," Nagini said in pain, but did not shake off Credence's hand, just rubbed his cheek on his shoulder, "Yes..."

In the early morning in Paris, the two lingered in front of the window for a while, and then separated like old couples who disliked each other for many years. Nagini helped Credence fold up the letter papers on the table and put them in a silver clip , asked curiously: "What are you recording? The magic that Nelson taught you?"

"Yes," Credence nodded, black magic power poured out from his body, the exposed magic power quickly became clear, and was soon assimilated by the silent and powerful power pollution, repeating this process, " This is an amazing magic, according to Nelson, it was invented by a doctor named Sykes, do you know what status a doctor represents among British wizards?"

"You may have misheard, they know a Sykes, but that is a professor of Ravenclaw." Nagini recalled for a moment, shaking his head, "I met her, she was a knowledgeable A gentle lady, she once helped me relieve the cold in winter, so that I would not fall into a coma in the Forbidden Forest in the state of a beast."

"Is that so?" Credence, dressed in decent Muggle clothes, picked up a decorative cane like a gentleman, and swung it around in the air, but he still didn't learn how Nelson had practiced for a long time. Sword flower charm, he picked up a newspaper hanging at the door with his crutches, looked at the British exhibitors with many marks on it, and added another stroke to it.

"What are you remembering?" Nagini glanced at the newspaper hanging on the door, raised her eyebrows, pointed to the name of one of the merchants, and said happily, "Oh, I recognize this store, Tom I used to like to buy shampoo there, I remember their family name should be Potter?"

"I want you to give you a present, Nagini," Credence said, putting his arms around her, taking off the cape from the coat rack, and carefully draping it over her back, "it's just a gift from that thing." The master probably doesn't want to sell his treasure, so I can only wait for him here and find a chance to... chat with him."

"No, Clay," Nagini said with a smile, turning around, grabbing Credence's collar and helping him fasten the top decorative button, "I think I The best gift in the world has been received."

"That's different."

"You are such a stubborn man."

Credence, who was fully dressed and ready to go out, finally looked out the window. The streets of Paris were still full of traffic as before. The loud shouts of Muggle vendors came to his ears through the window from time to time. At the end of the street, a car with a style The chic carriage was pulling the heavy wooden box towards the Pythia sculpture. Credence looked at the family crest hanging on the carriage and compared it with the trademark printed on the newspaper. After confirmation, he pulled Nagini left the hostel.

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"Tom, it's useless for you to look at it now. They won't open in a few days."

Nelson walked on the newly built Wanboyuan Avenue in the hidden place, holding a long and thin silver stick in his hand, tapping the ground from time to time, and patrolling the busy construction site like a supervisor.

Tom followed unhurriedly, holding a camera that Nelson had just conjured up for him in his hand, and took pictures of the buildings along the street.

His footsteps stopped in front of a tall building complex. Unlike other countries who choose to use the overall building to express themselves, the oriental wizard built interconnected pavilions and pavilions on the clouds hovering in the sky. According to the schematic diagram, after the hall is opened, tourists can climb up the steps along the clouds extending to the ground, and walk through gardens with different styles but unified styles. When they climb to the clouds, the magnificent hall will let tourists Feel the ancient civilization from the mysterious East in an all-round way.

"How did this structure work?"

"I don't believe that Egyptian wizards lived in pyramids. Isn't this a mausoleum?"

"Why are American wizards American? Shouldn't they be counted separately from native wizards there?"

"Didn't it say that wizards in Uganda live in thatched huts? Why do they also have masonry structures?"

"Why didn't I see the French Pavilion? Where did they go?"

Along the way, Tom asked questions like a curious baby, and Nelson was too annoying, but he could only introduce everything here like a competent tour guide.

"Okay, one last question," Tom asked Nelson, who was on the verge of collapse, holding up a finger before approaching the black tower, "Why do you know so much? If I remember correctly, you should have always Right in school."

"Maybe this is a genius, to use the time that others spend drinking coffee to plan the park." Nelson shrugged, "The capitalists will cry when they hear it."

Tom smiled, looked at the "black tower" in front of him, and observed closely, he found that it was not a black tower similar to Nurmengard's style, but it was exactly the same as the Muggle World Expo Garden in Paris, except that the outer steel frame The main body of the building to the inner layer is made of black materials, like a facsimile painting that has been forgotten to be colored.

After experiencing the baptism of all kinds of strange buildings before, Tom's tolerance threshold for architectural aesthetics has also been unprecedentedly raised. At this time, seeing the ordinary buildings in front of him, he is not only not shocked, but even wants to laugh. Just put this at the finale?" It was written on the face.

Seeing his disdain, Nelson smiled and didn't say much. He took the lead and walked towards the "Black Tower". Right in front of the tower, Nelson turned around and tilted his head at Tom, "Look again. .”

Reluctantly, Tom raised his head and looked at the ugly building in front of him, only to see that the sky behind it suddenly became a little unreal from the angle he was observing. Those clouds seemed to be painted on an overly uniform canvas, without any spirituality.

Tom rubbed his eyes, took a step back, and changed the angle, and the incongruity disappeared quickly.

"interesting."

He stepped forward again and returned to the original position. After comparing the two times before and after, the sky behind the "Black Tower" completely lost its reality. The spell that separates the world from the hidden place.

He squinted his eyes, black smoke billowed in his pupils, and under these eyes, which were powerful enough to see through the traces of any spells cast by his opponents, no disguise could be concealed, let alone such spells cast only by Muggles. .

In Tom's eyes, the sky behind the "Black Tower" gradually became thinner, and even quickly became transparent, and Paris, which was hidden by the sky, slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

What they were facing was the colorful Wanbo Museum built by Muggles in Paris. Behind it was a dark but identical building, like a shadow.

Seeing the amusement in Tom's eyes, Nelson grabbed his arm and pulled it in. In the deepest part of the hall on the first floor, a tall stage for displaying goods was slowly being built. Nelson and Tom jumped onto the stage. The wizard did not stop them, but gave up their position.

"Thank you." Nelson nodded to the wizard who set up the curtain, and led Tom to the center of the stage. In the center of the background, there was a doorknob without a door stuck to the wall alone. Nelson held the doorknob, and his wand became The shape of the key fits perfectly.

"Crack."

There was a distinct but faint sound.

Nelson twisted the handle vigorously, and a non-existent door opened. On the opposite side of the door, several men in uniform were directing the laborers to complete the final arrangement.

They suddenly noticed the door that suddenly appeared on the wall of the hall, and the two young people looking into their heads on the opposite side of the door.

"What are you doing here?!" One of the men pointed at Nelson and rushed over with a baton. Nelson smiled at him and closed the door.

"boom!"

The man slammed into the wall firmly.

He got up from the ground with staring eyes, and as soon as he got up, he rushed to the clean wall, groping on it.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Where's the door? Did you see the door that just opened here?"

"Sir, this is a wall, and the door cannot be opened on the load-bearing wall." Another man holding the blueprint came over and said to several witnesses with a blank expression, "Please move the place, we are going to install the stage gone."

(End of this chapter)