My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 464 Scene [-]: Rain

"Is this the change you're bringing to the world?"

Dumbledore was walking on the crowded street, wearing an ordinary coat, he was inconspicuous in the crowd, just like an ordinary, lonely tourist, walking with those mortal beings like him. Together, holding a piece of crepe just bought in the small stall in the front hall of the French Pavilion, letting the full jam drip on the back of the hand, the sweet aroma volatilizes wantonly in the air, and those from all over the world in the air The smells from all over the place are mixed together to form a complex picture that cannot be seen by the eyes.

Among them, there is a clear, mint-like fragrance that is the most unique. Dumbledore sniffed it a few more times and made up his mind that it is best to find where it is sold these days.

He did not choose to take a car. In his opinion, sometimes it is a good thing to be slow, especially at this time, he can see the traces he touched when he traveled the world in front of the door of every building , Passing tourists just thought he was strange, and couldn't figure out why this man with a small sweet tooth kept staring at other people's outer walls.

"Dude, you have to go in and have a look, the things inside are interesting."

A passing man patted him on the shoulder and said loudly in French. Dumbledore turned his head and saw that the man was almost wrapped up in an assortment of shopping bags. He could only see a big beard from the gap between the bags. He was stunned. Dazed, the foreign language turned around in his mind, and then he realized what the man was saying. Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him, and walked into the venue in front of him.

This is the Hungarian pavilion. As soon as he entered the door, Dumbledore was surrounded by all kinds of lace. These Hungarian specialties were hung in every corner of the room like ribbons for Christmas decorations. The venue was empty. , except for the big guy in the end, there are not even tourists. Although Hungary is not well-known in the magic world except for the dragonfly, it is not like this.

Dumbledore raised his head, pushed aside the lace in front of him, and looked at the big guy who was placed upright in the center of the hall—a specimen of the Hungarian Horntail, which was spreading its wings and claws, in a fighting posture , the amber longan stared forward majesticly, but there was nothing there, it seemed to be defeated at the most brave moment of its life, and then became a work of art for people to watch.

Dumbledore sighed, this dragon brought back too many memories for him, his eyes followed the black scales of the dragon, and next to its curled feet gripping the ground, a tourist who was not much different from a fingernail was standing With his back to him, admiring the heroic appearance of the dragon, this is the only visitor in the Hungarian pavilion besides him, and there are not even staff members besides.

Dumbledore understood the reason for the emptiness here, and he walked through the vine-like lace as if walking through the jungle, and approached the tall and straight figure.

"Grindelwald."

Dumbledore's tone of greeting was a little stiff.

"Oh? You're here?" Grindelwald realized the identity of the visitor just by hearing the voice. He turned around and saw Dumbledore walking towards him, showing a long-lost smile. He patted the giant The scales of the dragon, feeling the hard and cold touch like iron stone, said, "I remember that the dragon we caught together was as big as two... Oh, by the way, did you research anything in the end? Time is too long." It's been a long time, I don't even remember."

"Don't you read magazines?" Dumbledore approached Grindelwald, stood opposite him, and said seriously, "With the help of Mr. Nicole Flamel, I found the No. 12 uses of dragon blood , he even put my name on the first of the paper in "Alchemy Today", even though compared to his workload, I didn't do anything."

"For someone like him, things like fame have long been meaningless."

"So what about you? Is it meaningful to you?" Dumbledore spread his hands, his wand was held in his palm, "Why did you set up such a grand event? To reproduce your pioneering act of burning Paris more than ten years ago ?"

"Then you really think highly of me, Albus," Grindelwald shrugged with a smile, and also spread his hands, with only half a yellowish crepe in his palm, which seemed to be in the same family as Dumbledore. Bought in the store, "All this is Nelson Wertning's idea, he wants to push the world forward, such a good thing, I have no choice but to push the boat along, you can come to Nurmengard to sit if you are free Sit down and you'll know when the time comes, I'm an accommodating person who listens to everyone's advice."

Dumbledore shook his head. No one knows Grindelwald's paranoia and determination better than him. For what he believes in, even if a hundred dragons like this are chained together, it will be difficult to pull Grindelwald back. What's more, not long ago, Aberforth detected such important information, Dumbledore didn't say much, but changed the subject: "Then do you know what he wants to do?"

"Oh... what does he want to do? This is a good question, but more importantly, what can we do." Grindelwald patted another nail beside him, inviting Dumbledore to sit here, and said relaxedly, "That's a good thing, isn't it? We finally don't have to pick up sweets in the poor and barren days. If Nelson had been born a few decades earlier, maybe I could have ridden a British-made broomstick when I was young, and I didn't have to spend time." Fearing that my wobbly old car would throw me from the sky - which it did in the end."

Dumbledore walked towards Grindelwald and sat beside him, listening to him recall the journals of those ignorant times, trying to find out some troubles from them, but he soon fell into a similar fantasy, and time seemed to It solidified.

The mint-like aroma became more intense, and Dumbledore woke up a lot, and he gripped his wand even harder.

Because the hornet's body is too large, the Hungarian Pavilion did not seal the roof, but opened a skylight on the basis of their traditional vault, which is enough for the spikes on the hornet's body to stick out, and the whole building is built on it No matter which angle you look at from those low-rise or high-rise shops, you can see its Kong Wu's posture. At this moment, the clouds above the head are thin, and the sunlight is shining in, coating its ferocious posture with a medal-like brilliance.

Grindelwald was enveloped by the sudden skylight, and he raised his head with a surprised expression.

……

"I thought the venom of the Winged Demon was unsolvable, as Newt said, until Professor Sykes told me personally what it means to specialize in surgery."

"Are you sure that the fresh spirit you made can dissolve the aftermath of so many years?" Tom unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand, sniffed it close to his face, "Why don't you give it as a perfume sample to passers-by, I guarantee that it will be popular .”

"Since Newt can do it, so can I," Nelson took his hat out of his bag and held it in his arms. "I don't have a thunderbird to make clouds and rain, but the sky is not the privilege of any species."

The sun shot down from the gap between the dark clouds and hit Nelson on the back. No one noticed the figure standing above their heads. Tourists were attracted by the dazzling array of goods and lingered on the bustling streets. From time to time, there were businessmen from The applause came from above their heads. Those huge amounts are already numb to the current tourists. It seems that orders from all over the world are signed on this small street every second.

Under the impact of magic factory products, the magic manufacturing industry in most countries is already on the verge of collapse. This kind of small workshop operation that seems to be stuck in the middle ages cannot achieve the efficiency and quality brought by the perfect industrial chain, except for some A special individual with little communication with the outside world, and the remaining hard bones of a well-established industry were all smashed by dumping this little trick that would rot in the future, and they spontaneously moved closer to the magic factory.

Compared with ten years ago, the quality of products in the wizarding world has almost improved to a higher level, and there are more and more shadows of Muggle progress in it. Nelson looked at the changes he brought about, but still felt that it was not enough.

He straightened his back and looked at the sky with questioning eyes, but the dull sky didn't give him the slightest response.

Nelson didn't expect God to promise him anything. As if performing a ritual, he slowly put the soft felt hat on top of his head, pulled out the black walnut wand from his pocket, and held it up high. point to the sky.

The birdsong that pierced the sky quickly came from the top of his head, as if responding to his call, the silver-white brilliance rose from his body, and approached the sky curlingly, it quickly condensed in the air, and struck the sky with a The silver falcon spread its wings.

The two high-pitched falcon chirps reverberated in everyone's hearts like a duet, everyone's breathing was stagnant and their heartbeats slowed down by half a beat. They quickly merged into one, and the face of the sky became strange and unpredictable .

"It's time to rain, Paris."

Nelson put down his wand and muttered.

……

"I remember that there was such a rain more than ten years ago. The rain was so heavy that it could fall from the east to the north, and from the west to the east." Beside the excavator at the entrance of the Muggle Expo Garden, An old woman leaning on crutches was waiting for her grandson who went to experience the machine, and said to the granddaughter-in-law beside him, "The rain was too heavy. It is said that it rained both in the city and in the suburbs. I have never seen such a heavy rain." The cloud, it seems to be able to wash away our bad memories, it falls into the mouth sweet."

"Grandma, look at the weather, it's going to rain." Sun's daughter-in-law held up an umbrella to cover the old woman's head, and said softly, "Come closer to me, don't catch a cold."

The old woman didn't hear what the daughter-in-law said, but she became more and more energetic. She pointed to the gap in the clouds above her head and said excitedly, "Yes, that's it. The sun seems to be caught by someone. Hiding and refusing to come out, but when it rained that time, there was still thunder in the sky, that scene was too frightening!"

"Grandma..." Sun's daughter-in-law had no choice but to approach the old woman with an umbrella, looking worriedly above her head from time to time.

"I really didn't lie to you!" The old woman put her arm around her daughter-in-law's arm and said over and over again, "The rain really made me feel a lot easier, and I feel a lot better...a lot better ..."

The granddaughter-in-law sighed, her husband's grandmother is not too old, but her head is a little unclear. Her memory will always go back to when she was young, and she will always be unable to remember things clearly. She saw it with her in a magazine. The research results of a German doctor surnamed Alzheimer were exactly the same. She leaned her umbrella in the direction of the old woman again, for fear that she would catch the cold again.

Her husband was queuing up next to the iron lump, and her mind began to diverge again. She remembered the conclusion in the magazine that the prevalence of the elderly in Paris was more than a little higher than the world average, and she couldn't help but worry.

"There are more and more old people like this in recent years, will I be like this in the future..."

The clouds above her head became heavier and heavier, giving people a sense of urgency as dark clouds pressing down on the city. On the contrary, the gap in the clouds in the center became clearer. The dull and humid air made her breathless, and the condition of the old woman beside her seemed to be Sudden deterioration of the general, began to tell conflicting childhood stories of her grandson.

……

"What does it smell like, Newt?"

Tina climbed up to the second floor of the China Pavilion. Under the shell of the wooden building, there was a pavilion made of a whole piece of porcelain. She stroked the raised cloud pattern on the surface of the porcelain wall, and the smooth texture It made her feel happy from her fingertips to the bottom of her heart. Coupled with the clear fragrance that filled the air at some point, the unhappiness that Newt who was infatuated with the snowman brought to her disappeared.

"Ah, it tastes good." Newt said without looking up. Obviously, he didn't listen to what Tina said at all. His mind is full of snowmen now, and he can't wait to ride a broom to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to catch a snowman. Just tuck it into my suitcase.

The joy that Tina had just raised was immediately shattered. She slapped the album in Newt's hand, covered the snowman's portrait, and said with lowered eyes, "Newt, I'll give you another chance."

The desire to survive in Newt's heart became stronger, he wrinkled his nose, took a few breaths, and said quickly, "I smell the perfume on your body, and the burning in this building...it should be sandalwood, or It smells like mint, sorry, I'm not very familiar with potions, it's quite refreshing, do you like it? I'll buy it for you."

"Why didn't you do this earlier? Newt." Tina slowly moved her hand away from the album, and pulled it away a second before Newt smiled. She carefully stuffed the album into her bag , holding Newt's arm, "I think I'm more interesting than Fantastic Beasts, right?"

……

"Grandma, lean in a little bit."

The grandson's daughter-in-law hugged the old woman worriedly. The weather was getting worse and worse. Although the gaps in the clouds were still bright, she was still worried, which was not a good sign.

"boom!"

She only had time to hug the old man, and the thunder sounded in the sky. Before that, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hit the tallest colorful tower in the Expo Park. Under the guidance of the lightning rod, it was like a spider web Generally spread to the ground.

Falcon was engulfed in the thunder, and its figure merged with the clouds.

"boom--"

The drizzle fell neatly, washing the earth like a soft brush.

"Yes, that's the rain!" The old woman stretched out her hand, caught the raindrops, and licked them like a child.

……

On the dark screen, noises like snowflakes flashed from time to time, and with a crisp ringtone, the noisy conversation around fell silent, but the screen was still completely black, and only the sound of the projector and phonograph turning could be heard.

"The story begins in 1939. Without this past, perhaps no one would know that there is such a small town called Auschwitz in the outskirts of Krakow in the center of Europe."

(End of this chapter)