My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 476 Patronus?
"Arrest them! Arrest them all! Go and contact all the wizards who can solve this matter!" The French Minister of Magic waved his arms angrily, as if he had fallen into madness, he shouted loudly at the Auror beside him, "Secret The law must not be broken in France, I remember Newt Scamander can solve this matter? Find him quickly, do it again like 17 years ago!"

He didn't care at all whether the Aurors around him could understand him, and he didn't care whether his plan was feasible, he just yelled like no one else was around. Fortunately, the tourists around him had basically evacuated, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore could Listen to his gibberish.

"Even if we arrest all the Muggles in Paris, we must erase all their memories," he danced. The gentleman who was handsome a few minutes ago seemed to have turned into a lunatic picking up garbage in the bridge hole. "Go to the British Ministry of Magic, go to Grindelwald, go to everyone who can help us!"

"What an idiot..."

Grindelwald frowned with disgust on his face. He raised his arm and stared at his dominant hand holding the wand. This hand had shaken hands with the French Minister of Magic a few months ago. Palm, even as the minister's behavior became more intense, the tip of his nose wrinkled, and he wanted to wash his hands again right away.

"Lord Grindelwald, we are late."

Zweig walked behind Grindelwald, bowed his head respectfully, and among the crowd peeping here from a distance, the witch from Ilvermorny stared at Zweig's generous back, still unable to believe that this woman who showed mercy The famous fellow school wizard really threw himself under Grindelwald's command, and Zweig took off his hood and waited for Grindelwald's response.

"You are not late," Grindelwald said, shaking his head, "No, it is still a little late, you missed the most interesting scene."

"We saw you and Dumbledore teaming up to break the barrier." Barry stood behind Grindelwald on crutches, and said with a smile, "Nelson's life is not in danger, but he may have a longer memory in the future, guardian God didn't use it like that."

"His will is pure," Zweig said, turning around, "and his Patronus is the toughest I've ever seen."

"I didn't join forces with Albus to break the barrier, Barry," Grindelwald laughed and looked at Dumbledore. "He will be angry if you say that."

Barry looked in Dumbledore's direction, and saw him standing alone surrounded by the Aurors, with a calm expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"He doesn't seem to be listening at all—"

"Okay, Barry," Zweig poked him, "don't worry about it."

"Are you Barry? Barry Dippet?" Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and looked at Barry across the crowd.

Seeing this from Dumbledore, Barry, who seemed to be fearless, also trembled, regardless of whether Dumbledore said the surname he had been resisting, and responded stiffly: "Yes, what's the matter? "

"Nelson has something for you."

Dumbledore said something completely irrelevant to the situation at the scene. He straightened up and walked towards the street. The Aurors surrounding him maintained a circular encirclement and moved with him. It seemed that Dumbledore had a funny halo on him.

He sighed, shook his head, looked in the direction of the Minister of Magic of France, and said seriously: "If you want to do something, then do it, making excuses like this, won't you be disappointed in yourself?"

But the minister didn't hear what he said at all, and just arranged for Aurors and other wizards to capture those who escaped from the projection hall in a haphazard manner. It seemed that in his eyes, the city above Paris was really a piece of unique shape. Naturally formed clouds.

Dumbledore's words seemed to be speaking to himself. He walked straight to Grindelwald, passed Grindelwald under the gaze of the crowd, and walked towards the ruins of the collapsed main venue of the Muggle Expo. Go to the door frame standing silently, to the only audience left.

gold.

He raised his arms and stood there alone, exactly like the door frame in front of him. .

Grindelwald smiled, and Dumbledore had already made his attitude clear. He saw the wizards fleeing with the Muggles, the meaningless actions of the French Ministry of Magic, the ambiguous attitude of the people, and the thoroughness of the barrier. The situation of collapse and doneness is no longer intended to intervene in the current affairs.

"Stop them." Zweig turned around and ordered to the black saints, "The audience of the speech needs to be quiet."

The black phalanx formed by the saints spread out slowly, surrounded the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, and did not attack them, but hindered all actions. The giants of the world are walking along the border, meticulously destroying all the walls that separate the two worlds.

"bring it on."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and the black veil above his head fell down, swinging, as if standing on the border door frame with Nelson, the black curtain merged into one, the black veil fell into his hands, and he used it like petting a pet. Fingers lightly slid across the black gauze, and murmured: "You can stretch again."

As soon as the words fell, the Voldebat on the top of the head trembled excitedly. The scene of the black veil twisting all over the sky made the hearts of those who saw it tense. Then, the black veil suddenly swelled, and after many years, it stretched out to cover the sky. huge body.

"Muggles in Paris, you must have seen this scene."

Grindelwald cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "I believe this is definitely not what you want to see. After all, the magic power of the rain 17 years ago is to 'forget the memory you least want to recall'. It seems that magic is very important to you. As far as poor heads are concerned, it is still a bit too advanced, even difficult to understand, and even breeds fear."

His voice was not too loud, but it could not only be heard in the ears of the wizards in the hiding place, but also resounded throughout Paris. The Voldebat, which was so huge that it was difficult to cover it all with eyes, waved its body like a piece of ground lying on the ground. Like a cloud, it made a mess of the sky that was originally mixed with sunshine, rainstorm, lightning and thunder. After getting rid of the shackles of the hidden barrier, it stretched its body wantonly, and its tentacles like black veil continued to extend outward, just like the Just like 17 years ago, black tulle hung over the sky of Paris. It traveled through the pure white city and spread out from the fog, as if pouring floods into the labyrinth where the bull-headed Minotaur was imprisoned, and mercury poured down the ground. Generally flowing outward smoothly, most wizards who see it have difficulty imagining that this is a living creature, and it is even more difficult to connect it with the Voldebat in the illustration. They only think that Grindelwald is out of aesthetic needs And the special effects that must be brought on the stage, this magnificent creature that even wizards can't understand is even more terrifying to Muggles.

Before they could calm down from the astonishment brought by the rising white city, they saw the same terrifying scene as 17 years ago. Although the fire did not burn till now, the great fear made their hearts burn There was an indistinguishable fire, and these flames shuttled around the black gauze body of Voldebat like a ghost, turning the sky into a cold blue, and there was even a faint blue fire coming out of the zenith, making people People can't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

The black veil moves regularly, and Grindelwald's voice is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. The slightly hoarse voice is not annoying, and even pleasant to hear, but the magic of Grindelwald's language is contained in the ethereal echo. But it crossed the tympanic membrane and the brain, and pierced straight into the hearts of the audience, making the already spreading fear grow even more.

"Yes, the fear has always been with you, imagine that someone in your co-workers, friends, or family members you live with every day can take your life by flicking a tree branch stuffed with hair... But it's not The scariest thing, the scariest thing, is that they don't take your life lightly for some reason, but they have the highest privilege when it comes to taking everything from you but your life."

Grindelwald's laughing voice echoed over the city of Paris, and this smile spread into the ears of Muggles, and it became as harsh as irony, as if the army was teaching their captives, and the ranchers were training their children. Livestock, but Grindelwald doesn't care about the feelings of the mediocre. For him, Muggles, who are difficult to access even magic, are even more mediocre among the mediocre.

"Of course, you can be afraid. Just as the strong have the privilege of dominating the weak, the weak also enjoy the privilege. The privilege of fear. Fear is the privilege of the weak."

The Muggles wanted to refute, but they lost all confidence in this world-ending scene. Even the strong ships and guns and elite soldiers and generals who deliberately parked around Paris in order to maintain the World Expo were under the pressure of magic. I lost my courage, and the weapons that lacked people were reduced to a pile of useless scrap iron.

Grindelwald closed his eyes and opened his arms. From the beginning to the present, no bullet was shot at him. He couldn't help laughing out loud. The laughter was full of disdain, which was disdain for himself.

"I even worried that your steel army, under the control of mediocre people, might pose a threat to the elites who master magic. Now that I think about it, I was really wrong," Grindelwald said coldly, "Maybe out of pity , Keeping you in the dark is the most suitable choice for those in power."

The Muggles should have fainted from the intense fear, but the fresh spirit in the air forced them to widen their eyes, and it was difficult to escape in the dark. They got the right to talk directly to Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, and even Under the effect of the potion, their active thinking made them instantly understand that they were listening to a villain's monologue.

"Have mercy on them, have mercy on them, have mercy on them..."

When the French Minister of Magic heard his words, there was an uncontrollable joy on his face. He prayed silently, hoping that Grindelwald would really keep everyone in the dark as he said.

He didn't notice the pilgrimage-like silence of the saints around him, nor the helplessness of the wizards of the Ministry of Magic who had to be silent because of their power. He didn't control his volume, adding a bit of noise to the original pure speech.

Grindelwald didn't respond, but some saints had already stunned him from behind and slowly dragged him away. Their hearts had already surged in the world Grindelwald promised, and they tore up the previous prohibition at will, expressing their gratitude to the brave Those who interfere with their faith attack without mercy.

"Of course, how can a person with such evil deeds like me have compassion?" Grindelwald added a trace of anger throughout his life in his tone, "You, living on fertile land, hold wizards once What can the resources transferred this time bring? Technology developed for pleasure and conquest, endless greed and abilities that do not match this greed... We have tolerated you for too many years, this world and time I have tolerated you for too many years, but we only waited until the endlessly expanding moths. I understand a truth, everything about a stupid person can only play its own value under the control of true knowledge, otherwise it is just a meaningless mess mud."

Paris was silent.

They were so silent that they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. They clearly felt the anger in Grindelwald's tone, and even greater fear enveloped their hearts-people with such power were about to be punished, and they knew this very clearly.

Their gazes slowly moved to the highest point of the city. The pure white skyscraper was wrapped in the body of the Voldebat, and they could no longer see it clearly, but how much they hoped that someone could save themselves and save this city from the poisonous hands of magic. In the city, the resentment for forcibly seeing the truth has long been dispelled by Grindelwald's declaration, and it seems that it has never appeared. Although they can't see the inside story, it is clear that that person is there.

"Of course, unlike me, someone has compassion. He thinks you need to face the truth. Of course, he may be right, so you are at least somewhat prepared in your heart, but if he can see your pitiful appearance now, he will definitely be disappointed. Terrible," Grindelwald sneered, "Someone wants to be your patron saint, but even if you really have the protection of a god, how can you wake up a group of cowards?"

Grindelwald suddenly turned up the volume, and his passionate tone made the city tremble: "Why don't you dare to shoot the bullets you use to conquer? Kneel down with peace of mind, for... the greater good!"

"He really has no good intentions. He is using you, Gnar. After you send the truth, he will send a crueler fate." Tom narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction of the hiding place through the black veil, and shook his head. Holding Nelson who was in a coma, he cursed helplessly, "I never thought that someone would be as crazy as you, no matter what, do you think this is playing a game of house? Squeeze yourself like this, after death Can you say 'hey, let's have another shot'?"

Tom gritted his teeth. In order not to let Nelson's efforts go to waste under Grindelwald's intervention, he raised his wand and stood up.

"boom!"

Grindelwald's words were interrupted at the climax, and a red beam of light flew across in front of him.

He turned his head in surprise. In the ruins, the boy raised his trembling arm. The missed spell was shot from his forearm. It passed through the black door, passed through the black tower, and passed Grindelwald , along a straight line toward Nelson, just along the light path that the sunlight he asked for when he was decorating the black tower passed, but this sunlight did not come from the top of the head, but from the ground.

Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him, the astonishment on his face was the strongest since he arrived in Paris.

It was such a young and ignorant child who dared to interrupt Grindelwald?

"If you pray that someone will be your patron saint, that's a big mistake."

Tom retrieved a chair from Nelson's pocket, placed him on it, and turned to meet Grindelwald's gaze through the passageway pierced by the deflected spell.

(End of this chapter)