My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 481 Ivy Darwin

"Huh... has she left?"

At the moment when Jokunda disappeared with Jin, as if he was stepping on a spot, Ivy lifted the black veil and walked over from the rooftop. He looked around vigilantly to confirm that there was no sign of Jokunda After that, he regained that expression of not caring about anything.

"What? Are you afraid of her?" Nelson asked curiously.

"No, how could it be? I'm just afraid of myself," Ivy shook his head, "I'm afraid that I can't control my desire and kill her here."

"Well, she heard the place name and left, and I think we can finally have an honest talk," Nelson said. "But before that, I have to make sure that the surrounding—"

"Don't worry, those policemen have already been hung on the facade of your tall building."

Ivy couldn't wait to interrupt Nelson's words, stretched out his hand, waved it casually, and the fine powder that was difficult to detect with the naked eye fell from the palm to the tentacles of the surrounding ground bats. In an instant, those black yarns fluttering in the wind seemed to be real fabrics After being exposed to the sun, it quickly withered and shrank, and turned into dry and thin brittle pieces, which were so fragile that they would fly away when blown by the wind. This method of robbing vitality was never seen before. Nelson covered his mouth and nose, Carefully observe Ivy's jerky technique, and his powerful strength that is completely inconsistent with his technique.

The moment the potion powder touched Voldemort's tentacles, the magic power on the limbs of this powerful magical animal underwent a complex transformation and became a pure magic power, which could not sustain its survival at all. It even affected its normal biological skills, which led to a series of chain damage to the Voldebat's structure, which reminded Nelson of Dr. Sykes' genius creation - Sykes Reduction.

Although only a small part of Voldebat's limbs are in contact with the potion, the potion seems to be inexhaustible, assuming the catalyst function in the process of life annihilation

"What is this? His invention?"

"A simple potion," Ivy clapped his hands, swept away the remaining medicine residue in his palm, and said casually, "In the past, in the Happy House, some incomplete goods that were not easy to sell but consumed a lot would be sold like this Get rid of it."

"It's cruel."

Nelson stared at the misty green air in front of his eyes. The sound of mechanical rotation came from the mist behind him, and then a strong wind blew away the dangerous poisonous mist.

"Cruel? Maybe he doesn't think so," Ivy shook his head, "He thinks this kind of death is painless, and even the animals whose lives have been taken don't even have time to feel the fear of death. He even gives this kind of death The law has a name, called 'euthanasia'."

"It's really comfortable enough," Nelson laughed. Although "his" name was never mentioned in the conversation between the two, for this Dr. Sykes, who had never met, every time he heard about his deeds, there would be some surprises. A brand new experience, "It's really worthy of being a wizard who calls himself a doctor."

……

"So after talking for so long, who are you? Mr. Ivy." Nelson tilted his head, looked at Ivy with scrutiny, and said softly, "Or I should call you by your full name, Mr. Ivy Darwin ?”

"who am I?"

Ivy repeated Nelson's question, as if he didn't understand the meaning of these simple words at all.

"Not long ago, I found a group of acromantula in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and later learned that it came from a friend of mine. Who would take this precious and dangerous What about giving it to him? I even tried my best to find a partner for it. As a last resort, I could only read his memory. That was the first time we met, Mr. Ivy," Nelson told Ivy patiently. Telling how he knew each other, "It took me some time to find out the source of your name. There is a small town 35 miles east of Happy House. In the northwest corner of the town, there is a vacant three-story small town. The building once belonged to the Darwin family."

Nelson poked lightly on the handrail with his finger, and a mayfly flew out from the mist behind him. A strong red light shot out from its single eye, hitting the mist between the two of them. A large but warm town emerged in the rolling fog. Nelson tapped rhythmically on the handrail with his fingers. The face of the town was slowly drawn closer, and finally stopped at the front of a 50-year-old bungalow. , the courtyard has long been desolate, the glass on the first and second floors has been broken to the point that only the window frame is left, the glass on the third floor is covered with thick dust, and several large holes can be seen. It seems that this small bungalow It has become a favorite adventure place for children in the town, and throwing glass with stones has become their favorite entertainment.

Darwin's surname is written on the sect in front of the gate. It is beautifully written and looks grand. This family should have been a prominent family here.

"I asked someone to visit here, and the residents in the town kept secret about the family's situation. Fortunately, some old people talked very sexually. I knew some stories about this family decades ago." Nelson stared into Ivy's eyes, Trying to find some emotional fluctuations in his calm eyes, "The owner of this house is a well-known old gentleman in the town. He moved here with his wife and a few servants brought from other places 40 years ago. A former member of parliament, he has a good reputation, and many residents in the town even ask him to mediate when there are conflicts."

Listening to Nelson slowly telling the familiar story, Ivy's eyes were completely calm, as if he was listening to a novel that had nothing to do with him.

"Soon, their family had a pair of children one after the other. The elder sister went to other places to study since she was 11 years old. The younger brother has always been the dream lover of girls among her peers because he is smart, handsome, and With the incomparable status and wealth brought by ordinary people brought by his parents, this younger brother has the same name as you, Mr. Ivy, his name is Ivy Darwin, this Mr. Ivy Darwin has lived up to the expectations of the townspeople and his family, he When I was an adult, I also went to other places to study, but it was London, which is familiar to everyone, and even became a rare doctor."

Ivy opened his mouth to say something, but Nelson continued his statement without giving him a chance to interject.

"As for this missing sister, my investigation was at a deadlock for a while, and then by chance, because I encountered the acromantula in the Forbidden Forest at night, I was fined to clean the honor exhibition room. Among the inconspicuous medals and trophies, I found a trophy belonging to Miss Darwin, the champion of a certain Ravenclaw College Gobstone Competition," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "My previous investigation went wrong Direction, British women will lose their surnames after they get married, so I have been looking for Miss Darwin to no avail. Fortunately, this time I happened to be able to confirm your identity. This Miss Darwin is an 11-year-old boarding school student. The school is Hogwarts, and you, Mr. Ivy, are Dr. Sykes' brother-in-law, and you even became his junior when you were studying in London."

"A good guess," Ivy raised his head and looked at each other through the thick fog and eyes in the air. After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Nelson and said, "As far as I know, Ivy Darwin should be dead."

"This is what I have always been curious about, and I am even more curious about it than you are curious about the reason why you put dangerous magical animals in Hogwarts." Nelson looked at Ivy with piercing eyes, "Mind sharing your story ?"

"The truth may be very different from what you imagined, wizard," Ivy's eyes turned cold, his figure disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of Nelson, looking down at him, "If I'm really Ivy Darwin, why What if I'm going to use Apparition?"

"That's the answer I want to know, too."

Nelson, who seemed to be so injured that he couldn't get back up, stood up suddenly from the chair, stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist with a speed that Ivy couldn't react, and turned his palm over to reveal his pale palm. In the palm lines of his hands, the green powder remained in some blind spots that could not be patted off. Nelson carefully stretched out his other hand and stretched out a finger to Ivy's palm. Seeing his bold move, Ivy's arm He tried hard, trying to break free from Nelson's restraint, but he underestimated the strength of the young wizard in front of him, equated him with those weak wizards, and stopped him loudly: "You are crazy, this is not something you can touch! "

"Don't worry." Nelson said with a smile. When he approached his palm, a delicate silver ball appeared on his fingertips, and it was just like the Voldebat touched by the potion powder. At the moment of the dregs, the slightly fluorescent runes dimmed, turning from a well-made alchemy tool into a piece of scrap iron.

Nelson picked up the ball and observed the lines on which the rune was once engraved. The magic material had expired, and it was replaced by pure magic power that was dissipating all the time. Just as he was observing for a short while, the magic power had already disappeared. Dissipated completely.

"Actually, the scar on your neck has already explained everything." Nelson threw the ball on the ground, looked into Ivy's eyes, and said quietly: "If you are a wizard, you should be dead when you touch the potion ,Is not it?"

"Maybe," Ivy said dissatisfiedly as he broke his wrist from Nelson's grasp and rubbed his wrist with the other hand, "I don't know when the wizard started practicing."

"Personal habits, just like Muggles are about to start adapting to life with magic, I also need to prepare for the future of losing my wand." Nelson sat back in his chair and looked up at Ivy, "I should also prepare for the possibility of losing my wand. Even the case of magic is planned in advance."

"You're doing the same thing as him, but you're doing it in a more subtle way," Ivy narrowed his eyes, staring at Nelson with a breathtaking coldness in his eyes, like a hollow shell without a soul, "You Do you know the consequences of exploring the nature of magic? If you have heard the story of the Sykes family, you should not be unclear."

"He's a madman with only magic but no strategy, and he even destroyed his family because of it," Nelson shook his head. "I'm different from Dr. Sykes. My actions are more organized."

"To be honest, I can't see where the rules are," Ivy turned his head to look at the increasingly fierce conflict in the hiding place, and sarcastically said, "Could chaos be your plan?"

"What do you think will be the result of proceeding step by step?" Nelson shook his head, "I have deduced countless possible directions in the future, if I let them divide up everything, and then give this 'big gift' to Muggles, they will welcome It can only be ruled by people like Grindelwald. The magic factory I have painstakingly created will only become another prison for Muggles. more closely."

"I used to survive under the hands of an ambitious man like Grindelwald. His ideals seemed meticulous, but in fact they were narrow. He always thought that I would attack me in the year I graduated from Hogwarts, so I didn't make much preparations. , even if I broke the barrier so suddenly, he was almost turned into what he wanted."

This is the first time that Nelson has revealed his views in front of people other than Tom. Perhaps it is because of the sense of identity that Ivy's identity between Muggles and wizards brings to him, or maybe it is because he can be a Muggle. The peculiarity of using magic gave Nelson a new hope, and he said sincerely:
"I know that many people think that hiding wizards is better protection for Muggles, but this kind of protection seems to use fences to enclose wizards in small circles, but on the other hand, does the fence enclose only Can't it be the outside world? Muggle technology is developing, and one day they will be aware of the existence of wizards, and wizards' desires will continue to expand. Domination is always the main theme between the strong and the weak. The man who had the greatest influence in his life told me that to eliminate disputes, the first thing to eliminate is surprise, but compared to things such as class, race, country, and culture among Muggles that can be subtly changed, magic is the one that hinders everyone in this world The biggest differences that really come together."

"You should know that I've been to the Happy House, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me," Nelson said softly, looking at the Deathly Hallows-like pendant protruding from Ivy's collar, "I know what happened to you, I've been waiting You came to me, I always thought that you could help me find out what is the basis for magic to choose life, and what is the difference between wizards and Muggles."

Ivy's pupils trembled, and seemed to be touched by the speech of Nelson, the wizard he met for the first time. He struggled for a moment and said, "I want you to kill me."

"Do you know that bringing death to an undead body is even more difficult than returning life to a dead person?" Nelson spread his hands, showing a rather helpless expression, "If there is no place for you on the other side, Then the cost may be beyond your imagination."

"Like now," Nelson suddenly raised his hand and pointed his wand at Ivy's heart. A green light hit his chest instantly, but Ivy stood still, as if he had just been illuminated by a flashlight , Nelson put down his wand and smiled wryly, "You are resisted by death."

"You don't want to kill me," Ivy shook his head, "On the contrary, you want me to live more than anyone else."

Nelson, who was exposed, was silent and did not speak.

"There is no difference between you and him, but you look kinder." Ivy shook his head, "I know what you want, and I will cooperate with you to get everything you want, but after that, you You must kill me, I know that you are the one who has mastered death, and only you can take away my life, which should have disappeared long ago."

Nelson looked into Ivy's eyes, felt the determination in his eyes, and finally nodded.

"But the real story is indeed quite different from what you imagine, wizard."

"what?"

"What you are talking about is indeed Ivy Darwin's life experience, and I am just an unlucky passerby passing by the happy house," Ivy said in a deep voice, "This used to be his story. Of course, on the day he died, And that became my story."

(End of this chapter)