My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dear Mr. Andre:

Hello!

Long time no see, I don't know if you've calmed down.

The angrily leaving at the school celebration five years ago is the thing I regret the most in recent years. I didn't expect that it would be the last time I met you. Unfortunately, this parting may continue. Dear teacher, forgive me I failed to apologize to you in person, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, forgive me for not taking the road you prepared for me, forgive me for stepping into the future that you thought was hopeless.

However, even though you are my mentor, I still have to say that I always think that the power of words alone can hardly affect this era, and no matter how shocking words are, it is difficult to wake up the rich people from their carnival. As a graduate of the Department of Literature, I realized that only more straightforward numbers and words can directly touch the hearts of most people-this is why you have always wondered why I chose to become a reporter.

Teacher, I have to tell you that although you have always looked down on my career and even refused to issue me a diploma, I seem to be doing well. The work of a reporter is very different from the documentary literature we learned in college , I need to describe a major event that just happened in the shortest possible time, and I have to ensure that my report can be understood by anyone who can read or understand other people's newspapers, I can't even report Expressing any of my own thoughts and opinions in it—I wasn’t used to it at first, as you said, it seemed to be a kind of non-nutritious text that anyone could write, but after two years of practice, I finally understood, To convey information seems to be the most fundamental meaning of words and language.

I have not let go of my interests, although you always say that my interests are boring pastimes, and even refute me with my theory-I betrayed my class, I betrayed my identity, but I always think that a person Being able to be a person always depends on his choice. He may lack the ability, but he must have the right to choose.

I'm tired of hanging out at drinking parties, I'm tired of writing boring poems for rich ladies, I'm tired of those gorgeous rhetoric and the rotten, bloody streets behind them, I want to find something that can make the world a better place Methods!

Sorry, sir, I didn't become the person you expected.

But what I have done is not meaningless. More and more citizens have realized that domestic oppression is abnormal, and their fighting spirit against the outside world is mostly from the guidance of those in power. More and more People, inspired by like-minded people like me, call on the authorities to get out of war and recuperate. They no longer want to indulge in the glory of the empire, but only want to feed and clothe the majority of the people in this country. , everything is moving in a good direction - but that was a few years ago.

In March four years ago, I applied to the newspaper to be a resident in Paris. The atmosphere here is great. Although most people and the country generally do not have a clear understanding of the situation, their attitude is completely opposite to that of the country. The nature of Parisians Romance also seems to have affected their attitude towards war, they seem to be more confident than us, of course, as victors, they do have the capital of self-confidence.

However, under this kind of blind self-confidence, I even feel that they will soon become the target of our country's next encroachment. Although they are equally powerful, they are more vulnerable at the same time.

This all makes me more worried...

But I can't do anything, dear teacher, I don't know what's going on in China. I have almost cut off contact now. The newspaper I work for has not contacted me for more than two months. Last month, before leaving, out of worry, I once wanted to go back to China, but I was surprised to find that I had been regarded as an enemy by my country, so I had to cower in my hometown with the help of some kind-hearted distant relatives during an intense week of travel.

One hundred years ago today, a great man was born in my hometown of Trier, but one hundred years later, I can only hide in my hometown.

It's really hilarious.

I can’t go back home anymore, even now, I’m writing this letter to you from my new home in England. I checked, and there’s a mailbox at the door, and I’ll put the letter into it later.

My lover and I live together. This is a beautiful little house. There is an open space at the door for the residents to turn it into a garden. The skills you have asked us to help you weed for many years can finally be used.

Speaking of which, Mr. Andre, you may not have the chance to attend my wedding. I met a beautiful lady in France two years ago. Her name is Bella. She fits all my imagination of a perfect woman—beautiful , knowledgeable, loves to read, and can make delicious soup. I fell in love with her very quickly. In fact, from the first moment I saw her, I knew that she was the one I would like to die in her arms woman.

Bella has a father who loves her and a sister who is eccentric. Her father is a melancholy and dignified man, more poetic than anyone I have ever met. Unfortunately, he is not good at writing, and I also agree with this. Not interested. Her sister is an interesting girl who once secretly told me that she is a witch and that it would be nice if there was magic in the world, so that many sad stories can have a happy ending. While tragedies are often more powerful, no one would say no to a family story, would they?

Bella was a girl who was deeply hurt by the war, which made me feel so sad and sympathetic.

Three years ago, her mother died in the bombing of our country's army, and her father was depressed for several years, until Bella said yes to my marriage proposal. I still remember the day when this man took his daughter's hand hand, and put it into mine—a man from the same country as the executioner who committed a heinous atrocity against his lover.

He didn't say anything, but I knew that the man had let go of all his worries, and sure enough, he went to the battlefield two weeks later with the family gun on his back. After the Battle of the Somme two years ago, he was burned to the ground. The lower half of the stock was sent home along with his favorite fedora—the only thing he had left.

He once said he would give me this hat when Bella and I got married...he never kept his word, and this fedora on top of his head is a constant reminder that I'm lost again A person worth cherishing.

This is what the war has brought us, dear teacher, do you still think my work is meaningless?

I can't see Bella getting depressed every day. At the beginning of this year, I proposed that we move out of this sad place together. I quit my job at the newspaper that you have always looked down upon, and moved to the UK with Bella. I just settled down today and I can't wait write this letter to you.

Dear teacher, how are you doing? Are you still healthy? Forget it, you are approaching retirement age, I miss those sunflowers in your garden very much, although every time we weed weed, our brothers and sisters will be bruised all over, I miss you and your family so much, miss you I miss my country so much during the happy time at Heisenberg University, the country I grew up with and saw it slipping into the abyss, I miss that peaceful time so much, everyone is there for me The family smiles and work hard, this is the most romantic look that I can't write with a pen.

Forgive your stupid student for not becoming a poet, but even so, you are the person I respect most in my life.

I hope you can forgive me.

Your Student: Jonas Nicklaus

September 28, 1918

...

Jonas, who had just arrived in London, did not know that the mailbox downstairs in their house, which looked strong, had been abandoned. He would never know that it was because of the abandonment of the mailbox that this letter was left unharmed. It was silent for twenty years in an undisturbed confined space, and twenty years later it was picked up by two passing teenagers and stuffed into a new mailbox.

This strong mailbox is like a taciturn guard who silently guarded the last letter in his life for twenty years, waiting for an impossible postman to visit.

He will never know that the postman who found this letter in the new mailbox treasured it because of its old stamp and date, and showed the most professional attitude to deliver this letter after twenty years , completed a perfect delivery in this era when the rate of lost items in international mail is extremely high.

He will never know that this letter arrived in Germany via Poland on an ocean liner named "Icarus", and shortly after the letter was delivered, his favorite nephew set foot on the same boat. A ship embarks on the same journey.

He will never know that his respected teacher Andre forgave him as early as the school celebration, and Andre was more gratified than anyone else about the fact that he did not embark on the literary path. On the day of the school celebration, when he saw his students from a distance, Andre was waiting for him to come up and apologize to himself, and then he could laugh and introduce the students he admired the most to the journalists who came to the celebration .

But Andre did not wait for his apology after all, and he was really unwilling to give up his best student, so he had to secretly help him build bridges and pave roads. Jonas thought to his death that he had the privilege of going wherever he wanted to interview It comes from his own outstanding ability - there may be reasons for this, but more of it is Andre's good intentions like an old father.

The secret of this wonderful fate can only be fermented by coincidences and misses, until it was revealed by Nelson who occasionally turned to the student roster of Heisenberg University more than 20 years later.

Why Andre is so familiar with Muggle literature, why he is too cultured as a wizard, why he always takes care of himself - after connecting Andre with the name on the letter, Nelson has answer.

All this seems to have its own will in the dark, and fate seems to be too cruel for some people.

What is gratifying is that the letter was not undelivered, and Jonas also restored contact with the teacher before he died. The reason on the Carlos was because of Barry on the one hand, and on the other hand because he was also one of the people who came to mourn Jonas.

Among the serious-faced people from Trier that cloudy afternoon was the carefully disguised figure of Andre.

He knew Nelson long before Nelson knew him, and Jonas once said that he wrote to his wizarding friends, and Nelson didn't take it seriously.

However, Jonas, who has traveled all over the world and encountered countless strange people and anecdotes over the years, is not an ordinary person. Just like everything Andre has done for him, this gentle and gentle man not only makes himself a guiding light for his nephew, but also in Nelson. Where he knew, Jonas also silently did many things for him.

Jonas' wizard friends? Nelson did not receive any letters from them, and no strange owl flew to him.

Perhaps among these so-called wizard friends, only Andre is a real wizard, or maybe they have already learned about Nelson's situation and are just observing him in secret.

Jonas was such a person, even after death, that he could make those he cherished feel extremely safe.

...

Andre asked himself countless times, did he do the right thing?

After all, he headed to the pier full of confusion to bid farewell to Nelson who had returned to school.

Looking at the flagship on the sea that has retracted its giant anchor and is riding the wind and waves under the guard of the warship, Andre once again fell into self-doubt. He thought of Nelson's performance in Krakow for three years. He seemed to have done nothing, but he seemed to be Everything is done.

When he thought of the sporadic weapons assembled in the German Muggle army, his heart was even more turbulent.

Nelson did too many outrageous things. He shared the power of magic with Muggles, even if he made them think that it was the result of his own research; Gad's allies, Andre, can't even imagine the success of their war of aggression. Right now, the German Muggle army can also be handy in the face of the encirclement and suppression of the Allied forces.

Sometimes he even doubted whether Nelson was a horrible warmonger deep in his heart, and it was really difficult for him to connect these actions with Jonas' will.

But Nelson, who has accepted his identity as a "prophet", knows that this tragic landing is a whole year earlier than in history, and human history has undergone earth-shaking changes because of the flapping of butterfly wings. .

...

Time goes back to the present.

Nelson, who walked out of Grindelwald's room, apparated to the top of the hub. For three years, this place has always been his favorite place. Looking down at the busy and neat military formations in all directions, Nelson snapped his fingers lightly.

"boom."

Nothing seemed to have changed, but on the battlefield hundreds of miles away, on the eastern front, those hysterical German officers rushing forward were horrified to find that the lights in their hands had gone out.