My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 477
For a moment, all eyes were on the small figure in the middle of the ruins.

So that Grindelwald, who stands high in the sky and surrounded by saints, and Dumbledore, who is slowly approaching with a compassionate face, seem a little overshadowed,
"He... dared to cast a spell on Grindelwald, that boy, the Muggle boy who stole his wand."

The uncontrollable whispers of the crowd that had been silenced by the pressure of the saints were like carrion crows waiting for the eagle that was about to break out of their shells, or like lions watching their newborn lion cubs after a great battle. It is even hard to get close to Jin, who is so thin that he is so weak that he is no longer unarmed like Muggles for thousands of years. He only knows how to ride and slash. .

"Who? Who gave him the wand, who leaked the magic to these mortals?"

As if knocked down from the high throne, to the wizards, those few adults who resisted the Auror for a while are nothing, even the gold who lifted the broken bricks and walls before is nothing, there is a lot of magic Even Muggles can barely use props, and magic is still the prerogative of wizards.

But when this curse representing anger was cast, these truths that existed for thousands of years fell apart.

"Who? Who is it?!"

No one answered their questions. Dumbledore looked at Jin with deep eyes and remained silent. Apart from magic, he saw in this boy the same qualities as any Gryffindor child-he had the courage to Challenges, not afraid of power, even in the face of the unknown, it is difficult to stop his firm and resilient soul.

Grindelwald stood on a high place and looked down at Jin who was trembling all over. For such a Muggle, even if he could use some magic, he could take his life in an instant, but Grindelwald didn't do that either. Putting one hand on his cheek, he gently stroked his neat beard, as if the curse had really touched him, making him feel a tingling pain that hadn't subsided until now.

"Why do you have such courage?"

As wise as he is, he can't help but feel confused at this time. Obviously, the plan has been going on step by step, and everyone is playing the role he expected, even Nelson, who is the writer of this big drama, is in his plan. , is just a writer and executor who will temporarily leave the stage in the middle of the game, and finally stand by his side to usher in the climax of the plot.

Everything was going so well, but the least and least important little character in the drama jumped off the stage to give his director an insight.

He looked at Jin silently, the boy's eyes went over Dumbledore's shoulder, and despite the fear, he still looked at him firmly, he didn't even know what was on his arm, didn't know how it worked, didn't know What does the spell he just shot represent, but as the humblest and noblest creature in the world, his human dignity made him still tense, standing still, grasping all the hopes he could grasp, how many years , in the most humble and poorest slums in Paris, he endured everything thrown by life in this way, he has seen the light that he has never seen before, even if he dies at this moment, what regret is there?Compared with everything I have experienced, what is the aloof black magic Grindelwald?

"Who? Who is it?!"

The crowd's questions never stopped, but the long silence of the two people who knew the inside story kept them from getting the answers they wanted. Various conjectures could not help but arise in their minds, and all kinds of terrible conjectures made them I wondered, could Muggles be able to use magic as long as they got a wand?Could it be that his privilege as a noble wizard is just a castle in the air without any support... Even some people who were not steadfast in the ranks of the saints were shaken.

If everything is true, as Grindelwald said, the existence of wizards is completely exposed to the Muggles, and the elites rule everything, then if Muggles can master magic, can they still be called elites?

You must know that not only the seers and the persecuted are gathered in Nurmengard, but also a large number of wanted criminals, thieves and robbers and other dregs. "Endorsing your own desires will make you crazy about the privileges Grindelwald promised, and you will lose your mind because of the fear of falling into the dust.

Suspicion spread in the black team. Looking at these cowardly saints, Zweig's expressionless face finally showed a hint of sullenness.

"enough!"

Zweig yelled, raised his wand, and stood up.

Looking at Jin who was focused by his eyes, he remembered the weak and pitiful appearance when he saw him a week ago. He once healed the wounds on the boy with his own hands, and witnessed him seeing the light, but for his own pursuit , he had to return those pains in full, and even took away that short-lived light.

"Sorry..." Zweig lowered his eyes and said softly, then raised his head and pointed his wand at Jin, "I understand your pain, but for the greater good, someone has to make a sacrifice."

His voice lacked any strength, and even the phrase of greater good seemed at this moment to be an empty phrase of little weight.

In the next second, an unpretentious disarming spell flew towards Jin. Zweig still didn't want to hurt him, but he had to take away the alchemy item that allowed Muggles to master magic, even though he knew that this The spell would destroy the last hope that kept the boy standing.

"Whoosh!"

Ordinary spells, ordinary wizards, even though they have the gift of Nelson's mighty army, but for the still immature Jin, this is also difficult for him to resist.

The curse crossed Dumbledore's shoulder and rushed straight towards Jin's arm. The magic light only lit up for a moment, and then rushed to Jin's face. The tall silver falcon standing in the middle of the ruins did not move, as if its creator Already gave up.

Dumbledore, who was immersed in the shock, didn't notice the curse shot from behind at the first time. When he saw the red light in the corner of his eye, he subconsciously raised his hand, and his upper body was twisted backward by the belt, thinking To stop this curse for Jin.

But his reaction was still half a beat late. Zweig is not the kind of silver-gun wax head who will be chased around by a pistol. He is a wanted criminal by many countries around the world. Mention some spirits too.

The curse just passed through Dumbledore's hair like this, grazing from his ear to Jin, time seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the red light, their mentality Compared with the beginning, great changes have also taken place. They are all looking forward to the hit of the spell, the fall of the boy, and the story continues to develop in the direction they expected.

Faced with Zweig's sudden attack, Jin was stunned for a moment, and in a hurry, his arms seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't control them. He just lifted them slightly, but the silver metal pieces on his arms didn't respond at all. At the same time, Joseph, who appeared on the edge of the ruins, just saw the moment when the curse was about to hit, his eyes widened, is the script going to be tampered with like this?
His body instinctively leaned forward, and for a moment, he even forgot that he was a wizard, and only wanted to use his flesh and blood to protect the person Nelson had chosen.

Joseph's arms were waving, his body fell to the ground due to loss of balance, and the projector and film in his arms also slipped from his arms, hitting the ground one step faster than him.

"Om-"

This curse, which was not even a threat to many people present, just fell on Jin's arm, and the silver shell was blown to pieces, revealing the intricate structure and stable running runes inside. The body also fell backwards with the impact of the curse explosion, Dumbledore's pupils dilated, and the flames that had finally ignited were about to be extinguished. Could it be that his ideals many years ago will be realized in this way that he does not want to see? ?
Joseph raised his hand in despair, and the penguins who appeared immediately behind him were also upset.

"Bang!" The silver shell quickly collapsed along the edge of the splicing, and clusters of brilliant fireworks erupted on Jin's arm. The rotating gears fell one after another, and the magic words that were originally running due to the connection were also broken. The center lost its brilliance, and the densely packed parts bounced out, sprinkling a golden rain of light around him.

Dumbledore turned his head abruptly, his dilated pupils constricted suddenly, even at this moment, Jin's eyes were still fixed on Grindelwald, even though he was in a critical situation where the ants were facing the dragon, this man who never The boy struggling to grow in the quagmire still did not give up!
Compared with such a spirit, what is the worth of a small piece of silver?Aren't the stirring of the mind a powerful magic?
His hope is not the little device that Nelson gave him at all, but the world that Nelson let him see, people who can get out of despair, their prayers are never dedicated to the gods, but to themselves!

As if he heard his prayer, the golden light rain surrounding him suddenly solidified and gathered towards him again in a way that was completely contrary to common sense—in the buzzing and loud noise in the air, time was unexpectedly at this moment. A moment really froze!

With gold as the center, in a small space, time becomes slow, and the noisy sound of clockwork can be heard endlessly, as if someone is fiddled with the pointer of time. Joseph is not included in it, but the projector that fell out of his hand and the film that fell. The speed has become extremely slow.

A passive fog surrounded his back, and a hand with strong bones stretched out from the fog, put it on the back of the boy's waist, and with a light support, Jin's body that was about to fall stood firmly.

This hand continued to stretch out, the pure black cuff was embroidered with golden silk patterns, and the runes were connected together, as if narrating a grand epic, followed by a slender arm with edges and corners coming out of the mist With distinct shoulders and a dark robe, Tom's pale face reappeared in front of everyone in the dissipating fog. They thought of the figure of this young man confronting Dumbledore and fighting to the death, and of him carrying Nelson on his back. Slowly stepping out of the crowd, he was expressionless, just put his hands on Jin's shoulders, and stepped on the rubble with his leather shoes, the crisp sound seemed to knock on everyone's heart.

"Gnar's work is not done yet," Tom raised his head, raised his chin at Grindelwald, who was standing tall, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, with his own strength, to the world's most powerful dark wizard and his forces Provocative, "Until the last punctuation mark of the story is written, no one can defeat him, careerist, put your claws away."

Grindelwald took his hands away from his cheeks, shook his sleeves, and a stern smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The saints were angry at Tom's offense, but none of them dared to move without Grindelwald's approval.

But at this moment, there was no Dark Lord in Tom's eyes at all, his eyes quickly moved away from Grindelwald's face, and fell on the face of the boy who was so weak that he disgusted him, with a change of expression, he sighed softly.

"Do you know what it's called? Jin." Tom asked softly. He felt the weight of Jin's whole body on his body, knowing that the boy's frail body and even the magic power Nelson left in the alchemy tool had been taken out by the time-turner. Empty, knowing that the boy was speechless, he replied without a moment's pause, "It's called a missionary."

The magic inspired by the missionary is still exerting its power. Time, the authority over everyone, molds the reality into the shape you want like plasticine. The red light shines from Jin's arm again, slowly The ground is stripped away, and it recedes along the light path when it came.

Tom took King's arm and lifted his hand to the spell frozen in the air.

"Open your hand," he whispered in King's ear, "do you know what it's teaching?"

Jin, who recovered a little physical strength, shook his head and opened his palms. The missionary, who had been drained of magic power, did not respond at all.

"This may be the last time. No one walks on crutches forever. Everyone has their own beliefs. Kim. As a human being, if you want to live upright under the sun, you must believe in yourself."

The wand slipped from the sleeve into Tom's hand. Dumbledore, who was standing opposite, noticed that the black wand was not Tom's yew wand, but Nelson's black walnut. The firm belief in the practice of will is undoubtedly revealed. The tip of the wand slowly parted the air, and the mist belonging to Nelson overflowed from Tom's palm. Feeling the will from the wand in his hand, Tom whispered the first black magic he learned The name of the defensive spell.

"Iron Armor Protection."

The dissipated mist constantly changed its shape around him, and it became more and more solid, like a pure white figure, holding the black walnut wand together with Tom, as if Nelson's voice sounded vaguely.

"Iron Armor Protection."

A huge iron fist smashed down from the air, smashing the solidified spell into powder.

The figures condensed by the lost fog disappeared under the strong fist wind, and even the sky above the head was bright and clear because of the sudden appearance of the giant, and the clouds and mists were avoided.

"If you want someone to be your patron saint, then you are wrong." Tom lowered his head and whispered in Jin's ear, "but everyone has the power to protect themselves, do you understand?"

As the Disarming Curse was shattered by such a large formation, the stagnant air around Jin slowly flowed again, and some projectors and films that were finally raised could not resist the gravity and fell heavily on the ground.

"Gnar chose you to prove this point. There is nothing special about you, you are just one of the crowd."

Following Tom's words, more and more people stood behind him. They responded to Nelson's call, and they were more determined than the saints facing them. Even in the opposite crowd, more and more people Man makes his own voice.

"We are the same."

(End of this chapter)