My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 583 Death is knocking on the door

"What is this place?"

Ludwig held the armrest on the outside of the carriage, raised his head, and looked at the invisible black, as if he was standing at the foot of a steep mountain. A weak ant.

He sighed and looked away. Since the train finally put him here, then this place should be the end of the journey. Nothing can be seen behind the veil, as if there is nothing, and it seems that even the light that enters is swallowed up up.

Ludwig calmed down and began to observe the surrounding environment.

Compared with a lonely train journey, this place is undoubtedly much more lively, but this kind of excitement is not what Ludwig wants. Countless people gather here from all directions with numb steps, and they maintain the same The stride and the same speed made Ludwig hesitating in the crowd look extra dazzling. Each of them was the same as the fellows Ludwig saw during the journey, except for paleness, there was no trace of color in their bodies. color.

After staying here for a long time, Ludwig already knew his situation, perhaps because of the self-consciousness of the dead, he guessed about the blurred environment, Ludwig was just a little curious, in his In my imagination, I should enter a certain mythical hell, so as to verify whose legend is true, go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, balance evil and good deeds, and finally gain relief.

But he never thought that hell is such a pure place, and it doesn't seem to care about good and evil at all, it just urges the dead souls who fall into it to the other shore. He saw all kinds of people in the crowd, although they have lost their color , but still retains some of the characteristics of life:

Someone is riding a big white horse and carrying a white lance, maybe a warrior who fell on the charge road in the Middle Ages; someone is an old woman with a vegetable basket, it seems that she forgot to bring her own bag when she went out to buy vegetables one day body, which reminded him of the stories he had heard about the professor of the history of magic when he participated in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts; I left the team in the last war and came here all the way...

He doesn't know how long these people have traveled. The lack of reference time is meaningless here. The wandering souls from different eras have gone through the same journey to their final place. His journey seems to be relatively fast.

"Did you protect me? Didn't you make me a wandering soul on this pale land?"

Ludwig silently thanked the Hogwarts Express that sent him here. Along the way, he saw people crying in the wild wind, and the mist mixed in the wind ravaged like locusts in a disaster year. , the person with color that he had just stared at became numb after the wind stopped, and became like a plaster statue that could walk, moving firmly towards the direction pointed by the railroad tracks. He saw someone fall into the water and be washed away Cherished memory and self, someone fell from the dangerous peak, someone was dragged into the fog by the mud - only he, who was sheltered by the Hogwarts Express, never experienced any danger even though he passed through dangerous places along the way.

"It would be great if you could send me back. I... still have a lot of things to do."

Ludwig lowered his head and murmured, perhaps because he had suffered too much in his life, he received unusual care on the way to death, but he would rather give up this period of peace. In exchange for a chance to fight against this suffering world, the veil is slowly swinging in a windless environment, as if on the other side of the door, there is a sunny place full of hope. In this world, he felt that his soul was longing for the door, and he couldn't help taking steps under his feet.

But the complete memory and experience held him back. He didn't want to leave, and he was willing to wander in this desperate death. The bully had to hide from XZ, remembering the past when he was ostracized because of integrity in Durmstrang, he always believed that most people thought the same as him, but under the influence of the environment, they had to Pretending to be a gangster.

He hoped that he could wake them up, but the reality was a desperate and insurmountable high wall. His efforts were like confessing to the withered and yellow weeds in autumn, and no one responded, just like the current situation—those white People, they walked past Ludwig Kant, their pale eyeballs did not reflect any shadows, even if Ludwig stood in front of them, it would be of no avail, and the soul that was heading towards the destination would instinctively choose to bypass, Facing the heterogeneous in the crowd, he did not hesitate at all.

He thought that perhaps he had no color at all, and there was no smooth mirror in the blurry environment that could allow people to see himself clearly. Perhaps he had already taken his own color along with the Hogwarts Express during the long journey. Colors, the past and memories are all missing during the journey, and he needs to move to the next stop with his soul cleanly.

Isn't it a good choice to go to the next stop cleanly like this?Ludwig asked himself back, he just had some regrets and felt that he was not doing well enough.

He wanted to touch the train that brought him here, but his hands were in vain. The bright red Hogwarts Express was about to leave at some point. Ludwig understood it. He nodded, very He straightened his waist, straightened his unknown collar, and walked towards the dark door with his head held high.

The veil was raised again, floating over the heads of the crowd, brushing his face, reminding him of the first kiss between Nina and him, and when he was a child, his grandfather hugged him when he returned home from the first year. , Rough beard rubbing against the childish face, it doesn't hurt very much, but I want to cry.

At such times, death becomes extremely gentle.

"Can't you take me back too?" Ludwig said his final farewell to the Hogwarts Express. He squeezed through the crowd and ran towards the black door. This long and arduous journey, "At this time, there should be something like death to count my life?"

Almost all ancient civilizations have depicted scenes after death in their myths and legends, whether it is an angel washing away the evil on people’s body, a god of death with a jackal face measuring the heart and feathers representing good and evil on a scale, Or the old woman waiting at the bridgehead will hand over a bowl of steaming thick soup to end her previous life.

But Ludwig did not wait for such a guide, whether it was Avada who was guessed by someone based on a spell, or the skeleton-like god he saw in Dürer's paintings when he was a child , he was getting closer and closer to the door, and the lost fog under his feet clung to him looking for the taste of memory, but he couldn't stop his already unstoppable footsteps.

The black gate is getting closer, but it seems to be smaller and farther away. He doesn't understand the reason, but it is enough to see the whole picture of the gate - the ancient stone gatepost, very similar to the famous Stonehenge in England, The pure, yet somewhat colorful black made him puzzled. He remembered that when he was painting, the total collection of all the mixed colors was black. Perhaps everything experienced by his fellow travelers was left here. The stone on the top The veil hanging on the beam was missing a corner, which destroyed its natural and perfect harmony. Ludwig didn't think too much about it. Perhaps in the laws of nature, the incomplete beauty is a part of the truth.

The wind was getting louder and louder, and his footsteps were getting faster and faster. When those dazed people saw his back, someone finally stopped and cast empty gazes.

Colors are constantly being lost from Ludwig's body, but because of his strong obsession, he is surrounded tightly. The whole person looks like a ball of thick and colorful paint on white paper. He is running wildly, flying, thick The colors made everyone look sideways, and they fell on the bodies of the fellow travelers, adding momentary emotions and nostalgia to their eyes. Because Ludwig passed by, some people stopped, but they were quickly submerged in the traffic. In the tide of death.

The wind was getting louder and louder. As the distance got closer, Ludwig's ears gradually discerned the noise mixed in the wind. He could hear a voice protruding from the missing corner of the curtain, feeling unwilling and nostalgic , There is power, there is cowardice, while running, his tears slipped from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, which is probably the sound of a loser.

He gradually heard some intelligible voices, swearing, hatred, and prayers about a certain prophecy. He was getting faster and closer, and the voice became clearer and clearer. Weixin" place name, and a massacre of a planned abortion, dense ravings intertwined, languages ​​of different eras, accents of different regions, he knew that these voices should come from some people like him who were unwilling to keep their memories, They don't want to start the next stop of life, but hide behind the door that they can't get out and linger on.

A cheerful smile appeared on Ludwig's face, and his voice was full of relief. As the distance from the door got closer, the attraction and pressure that Nelson had felt once came to him. It looked normal, and he was a little puzzled, but the pace under his feet did not stop. He knew that someone would complete what he hadn't completed, so he finally stopped being a despicable person and threw the burden on others.

Thinking of this, his laughter grew louder.

The heavy pressure made it difficult for him to straighten his shoulders and back. The door did not seem to welcome stained guests. He heard a hint of urgency, a hint of hope, and a hint of desire in the whispers in the wind. Someone was telling him to stop. .

Perhaps earlier, when he was still wandering aimlessly, hearing someone talk would have thrilled him, but the journey had come to an end, and he had accepted his fate, how could he stop here?
Besides, surrounded by crowds, it was difficult for him to stop.

Just like that, he rushed to the door and saw a black robe thrown on the ground with one corner hanging on the door, without stopping, he rushed towards the veil.

……

"That's right," Nelson nodded to the people standing in front of him, "Bojin Burke did get one thing from me."

More and more wizards crowded into this not-so-spacious path, completely enclosing the direction Nelson was traveling in. He was like a magnet, firmly attracting those greedy eyes.

Looking at Nelson's empty fingers, the wizards of Berlin confirmed the rumor from the rogue gang that Borgin Bock had acquired at a high price from this antique collector named Igor Karkaroff One of the Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone.

Its power makes people flock to it. Unlike the Elder Wand that shows its power but always swallows its owner, the ability of the Resurrection Stone to communicate with the dead has infinite possibilities. No one will feel that they are the wizard in the fable. The phantom of death blinds their minds, and they think that they have no great concerns. If they can ask them about their lost treasures and lost magic from the mouths of those dead wizards, maybe the black tower in Nurmengard in the south can change its owner. maybe.

Not to mention the more seductive legend, if you collect all three Deathly Hallows... become the master of death, what a seductive ballad... The Elder Wand changes hands frequently, and the Invisibility Cloak has a testable inheritance. However, the Resurrection Stone is the most unpredictable of the Deathly Hallows. Those who chase after the Deathly Hallows even have a longer inheritance than many wizard families. Before, they dared not even think about it, but now they have a chance to reach the sky in front of you.

wealth?magic?that power?With it, aren't they a handy thing?
"Is it the resurrection stone?!"

Someone in the crowd yelled loudly. Immediately afterwards, countless longing eyes focused on Nelson's face, but he just smiled and didn't speak.

"boom!"

The sound of an explosion came from a distant block, and people's attention was attracted by the explosion. In the place where the smoke was billowing, people noticed the broken roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, which was Borgin Bock's site. Some people couldn't wait and acted first up.

The eyes of the crowd turned to Nelson again, but he was no longer here. People didn't waste too much attention on this guy who sold resurrection stones. This kind of person who has an empty treasure mountain but used it for a lot of money , What is the difference between a fool and a fool?Everyone who can survive in Berlin is a smart person, and smart people will always make more correct decisions.

Some wizards have already disappeared in the crowd, but they are more attacks on the people around them. Instead of rushing to the battlefield to fight and be picked up by others, it is better to deal with possible opponents early.

Smart people think together.

"Huh, that's interesting."

On the roof of the Kaiser William Memorial Church, Barry held the brass binoculars that Nelson gave him before, looked at Berlin, which suddenly began to dance with demons, and sighed, "When did your potion level become so high? You still let me People set the rhythm in the crowd, you're such an asshole."

"I asked someone to do it for me," Nelson stood behind with a smile, "After reading so many books, I realized that the most terrifying thing about the Deathly Hallows is not its power, but when people start to pursue it. When there is power, death knocks at the door."

(End of this chapter)