My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 57 Who Will Execute?

"Nar, how are you going to concoct him?"

Nelson ignored him and just stared down at the bearded man. He reached out and gently stroked the bearded bald head with his fingers. The touch of the fingernails on the skin made the bearded scalp tingle. Looking up at Nelson like rolling his eyes, and seeing that he was looking at himself, Nelson stopped and looked at Big Beard, who was so horrified by his stare that he struggled with his mouth closed.

Nelson wiped his hand on the tablecloth, shook his head with a smile, and made the bearded heart even more furious.

He remembered the ridiculous reason for Jonas's attack, it was so funny that he couldn't believe it was true, he always thought that there might be a huge secret behind Jonas's killing, maybe against him Some people hoped that he would keep silent, maybe even targeting himself, for the past events of those parents that he did not know... He had already made plans to face a more powerful enemy, but the truth of the matter was unexpectedly simple ——

This murderer's mind has been basically destroyed by alcohol and his own mediocrity. He doesn't even need Legilimency or Veritaserum. He doesn't even need the simplest language skills. This man's greasy and stupid mind sees through everything. He is such an impulsive and reckless man whose body is faster than his mind.He really attacked him because he happened to bump into a German on the road.

"I always thought," Nelson put his hand on top of the bearded head again, he gently scratched his scalp with his fingernails, as if looking for a convenient location, he said slowly, "a true patriot, humiliated in the motherland When the time comes, they will appear on the battlefield, instead of nesting in the tavern like a mouse."

"Woooooo." The beard struggled and twisted, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't move." Nelson put his entire palm on top of the bearded head, holding him firmly. "You know what? The guy you killed, the German was a journalist."

"You must be thinking, so what? A German who's a journalist or a German, isn't it?" Nelson took his hand away, turned and waved to Troka, who was whispering to another bartender. , continued, "Last year he went to Poland for an interview and witnessed Poland's partition of your neighboring country, Czechoslovakia. I don't know if you know that Warsaw was even more frenetic than Berlin at that time. Thieves like you still care about your motherland. Are you not humiliated?"

"Woooooo!" Beard's struggle became stronger.

"Did you know? He has written countless reports, hoping that other countries in Europe will pay attention to Germany's ambitions. No one in this world hopes for peace more than him!" Nelson took out his wand from his arms and bullied him viciously. Putting his wand between his eyebrows, the fir wood wand under the mighty force seemed to be about to bend, "You know what? He's been out all year round, just to keep your homeland of scum from the war! You know that! He has been married for so many years without having a child, just because he is afraid that the child will distract him from his career! You know what? He told me the day before his death that he wanted me to be a person who would strive for the happiness of others for life. Do you know? Do you know? You, do you know!"

Nelson used the greatest strength to make the smallest sound, his face turned hideous, the muscles on his cheeks trembled, he wished he was a vampire or a werewolf or something, so that he could tear this disgusting person in front of him with his own hands.

"Tell me, what's going to happen to him!" Nelson clenched his left fist and slammed it into Beard's mouth. With one punch, Tom's spell didn't even work. Beard opened his bloody mouth, greedily Breathing in the air, Nelson pulled his face up by the collar and roared, nose to nose, "You tell me! Tell me! Ah? Open your stinky mouth and tell me!"

The bearded man closed his mouth, he stopped struggling, turned his head to one side, and dared not look directly at this hideous young man.

"I'm here to tell you that he, who spent his whole life running for, you scumbags of the country, was stabbed to death by your light-hearted patriot!" Nelson let go of his hand and grabbed him by the collar. Throwing it back into the chair, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat. He felt a shell on his body cracked. Although it didn't crack, it was undoubtedly a lot easier. He grinned at the greasy face that was gradually turning purple. , raised his chin and sneered, "Pain? I'm more in pain than you, I believe Jonas - oh, the German who was stabbed to death by your understatement, he was in more pain."

"Nal." Tom looked at the unfamiliar Nelson and shouted worriedly.

"I'm fine, Tom." Nelson turned to look at Tom with a smile, bloodshot eyes staring at those scarlet eyes, they seemed more like vampires than Troka, and he turned back to stare at the bearded man , bent down to help him straighten his wrinkled clothes, patted his face gently, and asked softly, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished, do you agree?"

Bearded nodded and shook his head frantically.

"Looks like you agree," Nelson ignored the big beard who nodded frantically, patted the other half of his face lightly, nodded and said, "But it may be different from what you think, maybe because of your understanding Death is the most painful thing in the world, but we, there are countless ways to make you taste more painful things."

"Aren't you curious about what this is?" Nelson held up the fir wand in his hand and showed it to the bearded man. "It's a wand, yes! That's the look, yes, exactly as you thought. Yes, I'm a wizard, and this is a magic stick."

Beard widened his eyes, and even though the spell to seal his mouth was gone, he was just struggling in his chair, begging and fear in his eyes.

"I never felt above anyone, but you forced me, Jonas taught me the same, but he died—at your hands." Nelson retracted his wand and touched it again. Living on the bearded temple, "Sorry, I've never used this kind of magic before. This is the first time I've used it. It may be a little rusty, I hope you don't mind."

"Drilling--" he said vigorously, word by word, "Cut out--"

"Except your weapons!" A red light flashed in the tavern, and with the distortion of the air in the center of the tavern, a man in a solemn black suit appeared in the tavern, he held his wand high and pointed in Nelson's direction, "Nelson, don't do this. "

Nelson's fir wand flew high, swirling in the air, and flew into Dumbledore's hands. Dumbledore stretched out his left hand, caught the wand, glanced down, and snapped, "Don't go astray. !"

Facing fear and various unheard of scenes, the bearded man was a little helpless, tilted his head and fainted.Tom stared at Dumbledore warily, handing the sloe wand to Nelson, pulling his yew wand from his sleeve and pointing at Dumbledore.

"Tom, daring to challenge the strong is a kind of courage." Dumbledore laughed angrily, and he shook his head, "But are you sure you want to attack the teacher outside the school? I don't look down on you, I just think that a second-year student is Compared with the teacher, the magic attainments should be a little far behind."

Tom didn't speak. He gave Nelson a worried look, the wand in his hand firmer.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you also going to be an accomplice?" Nelson turned to look in Dumbledore's direction, his pale blond hair fell down and covered his eyes, making his expression unclear.

"Accomplice, what accomplice?"

"He killed Jonas, are you even going to stop me from getting justice?"

"Nar, can I call you that?" Dumbledore softened his voice and said softly, "Nar, you are not seeking justice, you are abusing lynching, and wizards are not allowed to cast magic on Muggles, you don't One mistake and another mistake."

"..." Nelson took out the slender iron needle used for sticking olives from the lemonade on the table and held it in his hand, "Professor, this is not magic."

"Nar...not like this, think about it, your uncle, does Jonas want to see you like this?"

"Professor, that's the difference between you and Jonas." Nelson raised his head and stared at Dumbledore mockingly. "He never wanted me to be who he was, he just wanted me to do what he wanted to do."

He turned, ignoring Dumbledore, and took Tom's sloe wand and continued to point it at Beard.

"Gnar! Stop!" Dumbledore shouted, his auburn beard shaking, "I'm doing this for your own good!"

Nelson stopped and turned around, staring straight at Dumbledore, his mouth twitching, and he said softly, "For your own good**."

"What?" Dumbledore's eyes widened. He thought he had heard it wrong. Even Tom put down the hand that confronted Dumbledore with his wand and turned his head to stare at Nelson in surprise. This was the first time in his life. Hearing the swear words coming out of Nelson's mouth, he was dumbfounded by this inexplicable plot.

"I said, for your own good." Nelson shook his head, his words were clear, and now he had given up on it. He put everything he knew in his mind behind him and stared at Dumbledore's words without fear. He opened his eyes and said, "Why do you want to be good for me? How can you be sure that this is for my good? Professor Dumbledore, you were not there when Jonas was killed, and now the murderer is about to be punished, you are here. ."

"Nar...Trust me, can you leave this matter to me?" Dumbledore spread his hands, "You guys go back to school with peace of mind, this must be what Jonas wants to see."

"is it?"

(End of this chapter)