My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

To the very sane, death is just another great adventure.

I don't know why, but Little Jack always thinks of this sentence from time to time. Maybe it's because he's used to the turmoil and parting at sea these years, or maybe it's because he didn't know where he heard it at some time in the past or in the future. This sentence impressed him deeply.

Since old Jack stopped living at sea, little Jack has become the only captain on the sea, which allows him to call himself "Captain Jack" as he wished, but Captain Jack standing on the side of the ship doesn't seem so complacent.

He couldn't help but think of the doctor with the same name when he was still a waiter on the Icarus, and he heard that the mental patient he was in charge of ran away, and he insisted that it was because of magic—in the end, it became too absurd. A new patient at the hospital where he works.

During that voyage he met many interesting people and encountered many funny things.

Little Jack thought that his experience when he went to sea for the first time could become a topic of conversation for a lifetime, after all, some things were too funny! Unexpectedly, such funny things happen every day.

"I don't know when it's a head."

The warship was swimming in the English Channel. Captain Jack was wearing a luxurious black leather coat with all the marks torn off. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was a German military uniform. Under the pursuit of a Polish cruiser, the captain of the Blaney, who calmly escaped the legendary feat of driving a dilapidated frigate, Little Jack's actions were given an important mission.

The Blaney, a ship that has experienced several major battles but is still safe and sound, has successfully bypassed the enemy's blockade and participated in escorting the first batch of Allied soldiers to land in Normandy under the command of Jack, who is known for his luck. The mission, the coat on his body was given to him by a French general. In Jack's view, the captain with half an ear missing was just as young as himself, but he already had the will to die early.

"I don't know what happened to that guy..." Little Jack shook his head and stroked the deep fold on the chest of the coat. It looked like a crease. Give it up, and said, "That guy with missing ears must like this dress very much, so he keeps putting it in the cabinet..."

He wanted to try to use the railing beside the ship's side as a mirror to see his current appearance, but failed because of the filth, so he had to lower his head, praying that the sea would be calm and that his own shadow could be reflected.

Little Jack's hope was lost again. As soon as he stretched out his head, he saw two naked men swimming in the sea, playing with the water and laughing.

"There are sailors who don't hate the sea." Little Jack muttered, retracting his head.

On the dinghy next to the ship, the sailors cleaning up the attachments below the waterline were celebrating the smooth return voyage loudly. They sang songs celebrating victory with accents from all over the UK, and the celebration seemed to them to be getting brighter. The Allied counterattack, on the one hand, celebrates the fact that they only participated in the escort mission.

But Little Jack, who has a good understanding of the war situation, is not as easy as it seems. In the east, it is said that the German army, which was on the verge of collapse due to insufficient war potential and fighting on two fronts, suddenly broke out after a large number of Allied troops landed. It was very different from the prediction. The intensity of the resistance blocked the allied army's over one million troops within a hundred miles of the coastline.

After Little Jack participated in the escort of the first batch of nearly 180,000 advance troops, he first got the good news that the Allied forces had captured several beaches. Then, the follow-up troops that had been prepared for a long time were quickly put on the battlefield. , but with the increase of troops, the battle situation became anxious. Although the German army launched a long display, it showed amazing mobility in terms of support. For every Allied soldier, this seemed to have given them a blow to the head-the battle was very good when they set off, but just halfway back, they heard the bad news that the surrounding area of ​​​​Normandy had become a blood mill.

"Hurry up!"

Little Jack stared at the frolicking sailors on the sea with an uneasy expression. They didn't know the battle situation ahead and even thought that they could receive a reward and retire when the ship sailed to England. A few shirtless young sailors jumped into the The hot summer is not considered to be cold sea water, and the barnacles and oysters attached to it are broken off one by one from the ship.

"Captain! Oysters!" A tanned young man raised the shell in his hand and waved it, pried it with an iron rod of unknown purpose on the small boat, and swallowed the fresh seafood into his belly with the sea water.

Little Jack even heard the "gurgling" sound of fresh and tender meat sliding into the stomach pouch through the throat accompanied by sea water.

"Hurry up, we've been in this sea for too long! Besides, this thing is dirty!" Warships are different from cruise ships. The small animals must be very "nutritious", and the scene of breaking oysters is so similar to what Little Jack remembered, he laughed and scolded, "Remember to send me a few!"

After finishing speaking, he took off his fur coat, put it on his arm, and turned around to walk into the captain's cabin.

He put the photo of the girl on the desk, a small photo was sandwiched in a huge photo frame, this scene is ridiculous, especially this photo seems to have been half soaked in sea water, half of the girl's face Showing an unpredictable smile, the locket that prevented the photo had been smashed in a certain wave during the previous escort mission. Little Jack snatched the photo back from the heavy rain, and waited for the ship to approach. After landing, I finally found this pair of photo frames at the pier.

"It's not like people were washed away by the sea," the captain, who was missing half an ear, persuaded after snatching back the photo. "It's better than anything else that you can go back whole. There's no need to make people widowed just because of a photo."

Little Jack didn't answer him. He didn't know what "whole" meant, and he just wanted to show this photo to his beloved girl with his own hands when he got home.

He stared at the photos on the table, lost in thought, and let out a "hehehe" smirk from time to time.

"captain!"

A sailor with wet hair pushed open the door and approached the captain's cabin with a big iron plate knocked into the shape of a tray. The tray was filled with fresh and plump oysters. At Little Jack's desk, standing aside and waiting for orders.

"Tell them, you can speed up," Little Jack nodded, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and added skillfully, "Remember to knock on the door next time you come in."

"Okay, Captain!" The sailor's saluting posture was not standard, but no one cared about it these days. He continued to stare blankly at the table until the shaking of the ship made him feel an obvious acceleration.

Little Jack grabbed an oyster on a tray, skillfully pried open the hard shell with the corner of the table, and swallowed the whole oyster in his mouth. If the captain missing half an ear was still there, he would definitely tell him, "This is the oyster. Swallow 'whole'."

Little Jack neatly stacked the oyster shells reflecting colored metal light on the table, forming a pyramid shape. He heard that Old Jack got off the ship because he ate too much seafood and got sick, but he didn't care. He lived at sea People will be poisoned to death by seafood? What are you kidding?

He shook his head like he was drunk.

...

History is slowly changing, or for this world, this is the history that should have happened. The German army, which was already stretched at the end of World War II, had a sudden increase in combat power because of some "achievements" in Krakow, but Nurmengard also They are not the "forerunners of the Aryan's awakening ability" as they thought. They are also using each other while forming alliances with each other.

For most of the German army, the achievements of the allies who have occupied a large amount of Krakow's resources in recent years have only made their tanks faster and better able to adapt to complex terrain, and these achievements are obviously not related to their magnificent research So it doesn't match. For a long time, there have been rumors in the army that those mysterious men in black robes have found ways to make people immortal, and have dedicated them to the head of state and the high-level officials of the empire.

This also made them full of longing. After the war, could they have a dream of immortality?

Perhaps it is possible, at least for some fanatics at the top of the government, it is undoubtedly the most wonderful thing for the great Aryans to rule the world forever, especially after they have tasted the beauty of magic.

Nurmengard's infiltration of this Muggle country has reached a frenzied level, and it has intensified after Nelson took over Krakow. In addition to some magic such as "teleportation" and "fetching from space", he opened up greater authority to the wizards hiding next to each high-level wizard, allowing them to use some magical powers that can slightly reverse the situation of the battle under certain circumstances. magic.

What is the magic that turns the tide of battle on a small scale? The Germans’ resistance to the Normandy landing is the best interpretation. Small groups of armored troops appear like ghosts at various weak points on the battlefield, making it difficult for the Allies to judge how many tanks they have, which seems to be no different from the intelligence. , and it seems that each of them drove a tank.

"Nelson," Andre once asked Nelson, "I feel that you are not a warmonger, and you don't like our Muggle allies. Why do you want to give them permission? I'm just curious...you know, although saying This matter is insignificant to us, but it is enough to change the situation of the battle, you don't need to work so hard, in fact, it is enough for us to order them more easily."

"I didn't expect you to be the most peaceful person," Nelson asked. "Isn't that what I'm doing?"

"I know, I'm not advocating peace, I just think that letting Muggles use magic...this kind of thing," Andre hesitated, "Even in this way, it's difficult—"

"I understand, Andre," said Nelson to the worried little old man as he packed his luggage the day before he left Krakow for London, "everything has a price, doesn't it? You see Go to the book on the wall to the east of me? That's pretty much all of human history for thousands of years and we're stuck in a stupid cycle where all but the zealots and the blinded Knowing it's a stupid war, everybody knows it, but the cycle of stupidity keeps going back and forth."

"What do you want to say? Nelson." The worry in Andre's eyes grew.

"But we all know that for Muggles, this is an inevitable war," Nelson raised his head, looking at the messy but cleared-out center table, a yellowed roster quietly Lying there, he said softly, "As a former professor at Heisenberg University, you must know better than most Germans."

"Nelson, you..."

"I'm sure you also know what happened to your favorite student who tried to devote his meager power to the cause of opposing the war," Nelson smiled. "I'm doing it my way , I tried to obstruct their atrocities in Krakow, but this made their aggression in other places worse. It is useless to blindly guide them. I can give them the way to pour out and the power in front of them, but the war should be over .”

"Nelson, they are our allies after all!" Andre followed Nelson's eyes to see the roster, his pupils shrank, and his original categorical words gradually lost confidence.

"Don't worry," Nelson shrugged and continued to pack his luggage, "Our allies will appreciate us more and give us what we want."

He folded the last short sleeve and put it in the box, zipped it up, stood up and looked at Andre, although he was smiling, but Andre didn't dare to look directly at him, "Do wizards really care about numbness?" Is the melon dead or alive? Do you really regard them as allies? They are all living in a huge deception from top to bottom, and the wisest and most powerful of them have been fooled by you from beginning to end. I just accelerated this It’s just a process. If you really think about them, you should choose not to influence them. As far as I know, the head of state of this country became obsessed with various unreliable supernatural powers after contacting wizards.”

"but--"

"Believe me, Andre," Nelson said confidently, "I will let them taste the sweetness of victory before they lose, at least one day before the wizard disappears... As an ally, Nurmengard will have nothing to lose , on the contrary, more can be obtained - as long as I can proceed step by step according to my idea, Nurmengard can take away all the resources needed, the war can end early, civilians will not suffer too many casualties, and the relatively righteous side can win , and those who are defeated can retain their lives, this is the most perfect ending."

"Nelson..." Andre's lips collided, but he was speechless for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Nelson looked at his watch. "The boat leaves in half an hour."

"It's nothing, you are becoming more and more like a wizard," Andre closed his eyes, and squeezed out a few words, "I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Really, this is his own choice. I am also very grateful for your care of me. It's a pity that I didn't find out about it until now."

Nelson shook his head, picked up the box, winked at Andre, and spoke slowly in a joking tone.

"For the greater good."