My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 470 Scene Seven: Magic
"This German officer is really stupid. He has a stupid bird even stupider than him."

As the story progressed slowly, the auditorium in the projection hall let out a burst of whispers. The falcon did not lead the group of prisoners to the armored regiment as the blond officer said. On the contrary, it It seems that they are already tired of the shackles on their feet, and they yearn for freedom more than these already numb prisoners of war.

After leaving the airspace controlled by the German army in Krakow, it suddenly turned around and flew westward without stopping. On a dead branch not far away, it combed its feathers, and stared at the last old, weak, women and children with those sharp eyes.

People's numb eyes finally became a little more angry when they arrived at this deserted wilderness. They come from all over the world, with different nationalities, different accents, and different skin colors. There are men and women, old and young, but they Fortunately or unfortunately, unfortunately, they are all losers in this war, locked in the prison of the winner like livestock, fortunately, they have the opportunity to jump out of the sky.

"Ali, it's looking at us like it's food."

In front of the crowd, two strong soldiers were watching the Silver Falcon confronting them. It seemed that they had not been in the concentration camp for a long time, and their bodies and spirits had not been broken. Their eyes revealed a strong desire to survive. One of them was pale-skinned. The black-haired middle-aged man said to the soldier with a Latin American face, "It seems to treat the people behind it as food and wait for them to die."

"Hush!" Ali grabbed his companion by the collar and glared at him, "John, don't say that word!"

John was so strangled that he couldn't breathe. After thrashing violently for a while, Ali let go of him and said softly in raw French: "Only vultures eat carrion. This kind of proud bird doesn't bother to eat carcasses."

"What if you don't say it?!" The soldier who was attacked twisted his neck, jumped up, and shouted loudly, "Don't these people die if it doesn't eat? Don't we die?! "

The two quickly wrestled together, and the people who heard their conversation couldn't help but feel sad for their fate again, they didn't even have the mind to pull the two energetic people away, just stared at the silver falcon numbly, hoping for their own death Don't come so painfully.

After wrestling for a while, they let go of each other panting. John glared at Ali and said angrily, "Then what should we do now?"

"What should we do? Since he is merciful, let's run for our lives." Ali rolled his eyes at him, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and walked towards the silver falcon.

"Show mercy?" John snorted coldly with disdain, "Do you think he is showing mercy? You don't know how bad these Germans are. He is playing with us, and only a fool like you would listen to him foolishly." Bullshit."

Although he said so, John still followed Ali's example, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, followed him, and approached Ali, muttering, "If I can get out alive, I will report to the army you belong to. , a lawless person like you who doesn't know how to respect the officer—”

"Come on, old soldier, and that doesn't look like a German," Ali interrupted his chatter ruthlessly. "That's got to be able to get out, alive to let you command, sir? If you don’t have confidence in your abilities, let me lead the team, so don’t talk such useless nonsense.”

"Well, you are sir," John rolled his eyes, trotted along beside Ali, looked back at the numb crowd, and whispered, "I have survived many battles, and some experiences are very useful to you. It is useful, believe me, boy, the most urgent task now is to pick out those who have combat effectiveness from this team, and we will divide into small teams to flee for our lives. With such a few hundred people, even if this damned bird does not attract the enemy, we will They will also be met by the Germans patrolling their territory."

"What about those civilians?" Ali asked rhetorically.

"Damn, you're too busy to take care of yourself, listen to me, they can still shine for us, as long as you arrange for them to follow—"

"That's enough! John!" Ali turned his head, picked up John's collar, and pressed their foreheads together. He said sharply, "We came out together, we have to go back together! No! Force me! Beat you!"

"You can fight if you want," John sneered, "you have the final say, come out together, die together, it's up to you, but you have done a good thing first, we really should eat some meat to supplement Take a fight."

After saying that, he swung his stick and rushed towards the silver falcon.

"and many more."

Before Ali had time to stop him, he had already rushed in front of the silver falcon and swung his stick out, but the silver falcon deftly avoided it, leaped into the air, flapped its wings, and stared at the silver falcon with a look that made John feel insulted. Looking at him, John lost his balance, and was angered by Falcon's eyes, a dog gnawed shit, and fell to the ground.

Slight laughter came from the screening hall. From the moment the two soldiers appeared on stage, the atmosphere of the movie became more relaxed. The torture that was oppressing the audience finally dissipated, and they were able to take a good breath.

Covering his face, John saw through his fingers that Ali approached the falcon and bowed deeply to it.

"I know you've changed directions," Ali said earnestly. "I'm sure you've had enough of their rule too. Please help us."

"Damn, what are you going to do? Are you really going to follow this bird?" John yelled in disbelief, "Didn't you see his face? This bird must be in a place that is more terrifying than Auschwitz." The place grows up, you will lead us to death like this!"

"In this era when people are all ghosts, maybe only animals are trustworthy."

If Ali's words and deeds were put on the real battlefield, people might be regarded as mentally retarded and kicked out of the team, but on the screen, in this good age when the audience has not seen so many routines, the brilliance of humanity shining all over his body has earned Although John's speech was more reasonable and directly touched the truth, even though Ali's choice would really bring them to death, people off-screen could not feel the feeling of approaching death after all, let alone empathize with them. , They like to watch this kind of bridge.

The silver falcon stared at Ali with human eyes, and flew to the west with a cry.

The subsequent plot is no different from the legendary stories written by most of the living. Ali's words influenced the bird that led the way. They trekked on the European map surrounded by enemy troops and threatened by growing dangers, and passed the enemy time and time again. , Time and time again, they turned danger into safety, influenced the enemy again and again, and escaped from danger again and again. They drew a strange arc on the European continent, and even went around from weak gaps to the other side of the Maginot Line of Defense.

There are many veterans who have really experienced World War II in the screening hall, but they all put aside the unreasonableness of this plot. They just escaped from the meat grinder and they need such a heart-warming story to cheer themselves up.

When Ali showed up in front of the Allied camp with his team, the chief of the station seemed to have seen a ghost. Just as Ali promised, all the people were taken to a safe place by him one by one.

After confirming the identities of the prisoners of war, the chief of the station regarded them as a miracle, but there was no figure of Ali at the celebration party. He stood by the sea and looked at the distant sky. On the back of a free silver falcon.

"This German officer is really stupid. He has a stupid bird even stupider than him."

"Is it possible that this bird is used by military officers to release talents for training?"

"How is it possible? If there is such a bird, Washington may have been shot down by the Germans."

"This is a movie... Sir, movies and reality are different."

"Indeed, if this Ali was one of my soldiers, I would have shot him dead long ago."

"You are persecuting and murdering a hero!"

"Miss, you said it yourself, this is a movie, and the movie is different from reality."

The discussion in the screening hall quickly became personal, even to the level of personal attacks, but before the audience started to fight with real knives and guns, a dull sound of closing the window drew their attention back to the screen.

As soon as the camera turned, there was only a closed black wooden door left in the audience's sight. There was a line of small characters indicating their identity on the door plate. They understood that this was the office of the blond man, and he was an employee working in Krakow. Senior scientific research management of Fufu Science R&D Center.

An officer in gendarmerie uniform walked to the door with a stinky face and knocked on the door.

"Sir, it's been three days, and the garrison over there still hasn't received any prisoners."

"They're slower on their feet."

The military police left resentfully, and returned to the door after a while, but the pot of flowers placed at the door was already a little wilted.

"Sir, it's been a week and I still haven't received it."

"As I said, their pace is relatively slow."

"But that's only three hundred miles from here, my grandma—"

"No one understands this distance better than I do."

The military police ate and left angrily. This scene appeared repeatedly in the camera, and the audience began to laugh, until he appeared at the door for the seventh time and slammed a piece of paper on the door.

"Listen up!" This time he didn't even yell at the officer, and slammed on the door, shouting the German national curse, "The Allied forces have begun to honor their heroes, this team bypassed Maginot Line of defense!"

"Fake news." A perfunctory voice came from the door, "Even if it is true, it only proves that there is something wrong with your defense."

The gendarme's yelling attracted the guards in the building, and several armed secret police came from the end of the corridor, knocked the yelling gendarme unconscious with the butt of a gun, and dragged him away.

The laughter in the auditorium became more intense, and even the floor was shaken.

"How stupid."

People have regarded it as a funny film, which is very suitable for screening at such a grand event as the World Expo.

Just when people thought the movie was coming to an end, the door opened from the inside.

Their hero, everyone's favorite Ali, stepped through the door.

"My lord, the boat has already left," he said respectfully while bending over. "The old people, women and children are basically on that boat. Do you need to arrange escort?"

"That's too fake, isn't it?" The blond man stood behind him, with his back to the camera, teasing the silver falcon standing on his arm, "We can't do better, life needs them to fight for themselves."

Confused expressions occupied the faces of every audience at the same time, they looked at each other and looked at each other.

What's the plot?
"My lord, why did you save those who have nothing to do with you?" Ali asked softly, lowering his head even lower.

"Someone did it," the blond man turned around, and a young face with a bright smile appeared through the door, "so I did it too. Since we have been blessed by magic, we should share its goodness with everyone people."

magic?

The expressions of the audience became more confused, but no one answered their questions, and the door was closed with a "snap". This unfinished ending seemed to be paving the way for an impossible sequel. From the integrity of the story and the In terms of unity, magic?This unconventional arrangement is undoubtedly a dollop of chili sauce squeezed on a fairly delicious dessert.

The lights in the projection hall were turned on, and the bright environment made the bewildered audience unable to open their eyes. Martha, who was sitting in the first row, tightly covered her mouth with tears rolling in her round eyes.

"Nelson? Mr. General, is that Nelson?"

The spotlight overhead was so bright that most people didn't notice that the black wooden door was still on the screen. It was so real that it didn't look like the light and shadow printed on the curtain, just like the stage. In the middle, there is such a door leading to the unknown.

There was a familiar chirping sound above their heads, and people looked up to find the source of the chirping. This was not a thin recording of the phonograph, and it did not come from the room. Instead, it resounded through the sky and came in from outside the main venue.

When the balance that maintained the fragile balance in the confrontation collapsed, the bird living in people's imagination finally broke through the cage and rushed to the sky. The people who fell on this road waved their flags and shouted behind it. In this way the barrier was broken.

Standing on the edge of the barrier, Grindelwald looked at the big hole he poked out with his own hands, and smiled knowingly. He hadn't smiled so happily in many years. His eyes drifted to Dumbledore's face not far away. On his face, he looked at the Aurors surrounded from all directions, raised his head and chest, and laughed heartily.

The battle-damaged silver falcon spread its wings and rushed from the hole in the barrier to another world. Behind it were the waving flags of countless victims, the monstrous flood from the sky, and the cruelty from 17 years ago. the truth.

The rain that had stopped slammed into the hearts of the Muggles, and the people of Paris finally recalled the fire that drove them to death 17 years ago, as well as the shame of wanton erasure of history.

A little boy stood up from the auditorium, and at the same time, in the projection hall, the door depicted on the screen opened.

　Typing in the sound of firecrackers is a very strange experience. I wish you all a happy new year. On the last day of the Year of the Ox, I also shamelessly ask for recommendations, collections, comments, and rewards.

　　happy New Year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)