My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"mercy?"

Nelson shook his head and said, "I have never felt compassion for anyone, especially when facing the executioner, my impulse is even stronger than that of most people in the world-I just resent Stupid, everyone's life is worth more than dying on the battlefield, I believe they will create their own meaning."

"This is already a kind of pity from above," Grindelwald chuckled. "What right do you have to measure the value of others or decide where they go? But you still did it, and it's all on my shoulders." Believe it or not, I probably know you better than anyone in the world."

"No one knows himself better than himself."

"No, Nelson!"

Grindelwald suddenly appeared in front of Nelson, and Nelson didn't know when he changed to a standing position, the surrounding light flowed rapidly, and soon, the two were already in a modern city full of skyscrapers, which was different from the real city. Different, the streets here are clean, there is no pedestrian, not even a leaf or garbage on the street tree, and the buildings are just a simple geometric splicing, as if it is an enlarged model that has not been colored. Without details, Nelson looked at the surrounding scene and fell silent.

When Nelson walked in here for the first time, he recognized the modern society that made him yearn for days and nights, but contrary to his feelings, he has always avoided revisiting the old places these years, just like an emotional person I will never set foot in a theater where I hold hands with my former lover again.

On the one hand, Nelson was puzzled by Grindelwald's intention to bring him here, and on the other hand, he was amazed by his mastery of the misty illusion. Compared with himself, who seemed to be born with the mist, Grindelwald's understanding of this world is always Refresh your cognition again and again.

And all this became unimportant in the next second, Grindelwald looked at Nelson with burning eyes, his face was full of excitement, this kind of performance is rare for a wizard like him who is good at hiding himself , Soon, Nelson couldn't control his expression anymore.

I saw Grindelwald raised his arms high, his head held high, and he looked at the tall building in front of them in a praying posture. Soon, this solidified pure white world appeared from under their feet. Variety.

First of all, there is a square of cement bricks under Grindelwald's feet, which suddenly has color!

It was the same red, dirt-stained brick, carved with a repeating pattern that could join another brick, on every sidewalk in every city, so often in Nelson's dreams all those years ago.

This brick seems to have traveled through time and space, squeezed through the times abruptly, and appeared in front of Nelson.

"It's a beautiful brick, isn't it?" Grindelwald studied the patterns under his feet with great interest, and said with his head down, "For people nowadays, this kind of patterned floor is usually laid at home. Think of the dirt roads in London, it’s hard to describe when it’s raining.”

After all, he stepped lightly on the red floor tile with his foot.

"Crack——"

Under Nelson's gaze, a crack across the pattern appeared on the surface of the brick, and then, various familiar colors squeezed out of the crack in the brick, spraying in all directions of the city like a fountain.

Like splashing ink or mopping the floor, Nelson froze in place, too late to avoid the dyes rushing towards him, but coincidentally, no drop of fuel splashed on the two of them, and the colorful fountain was like a magic pen, bringing joy to everyone around Nelson. All the scenes have been painted with color, and they have restored their true appearance just right.

The sky-blue glass curtain wall is reflected in the building around me, a cloud flies over from the height of the twentieth floor, the rusty fire hydrant under the feet, the street tree painted with white ash below the waist, and the scorching sun shines from the gaps between the green willow leaves , but this did not make Nelson even the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, he was bathed in the hot sun and breathed freely like a green plant.

"I'm curious, what is this?" Nelson turned his head and saw Grindelwald pulling a bright yellow brick with a special pattern on the sidewalk with his feet, "It seems that the road above is reserved for pedestrians, I have to say , I like the trees that block the sun, but what is that yellow line in the middle?"

"That's the blind road, a road reserved for blind people."

"Oh, that's it!" Grindelwald suddenly realized, "The pattern on it should be for them to tell where they are going. Is this the future you see? So..."

He seemed to be unable to find any adjectives for a while, so he closed his mouth, and the scene became awkward for a while.

"So fragile." Grindelwald suddenly changed his tone and said coldly, "I don't know how many years in the future this is, but they seem to have no essential difference from the present. In fact, in my opinion, this There is no difference from when human wisdom first developed hundreds of thousands of years ago."

He bent down, gently inserted his fingers into the gaps in the floor tiles, and picked it up vigorously, and the cracked brick shattered to the ground, exposing the wet soil underneath.

"Under the cover of civilization, what people believe in is still barbarism," Grindelwald pinched an ant that was kicking its legs with both hands, and threw it aside casually. When the world will usher in great progress, it always presents me with only disappointment."

Then, Grindelwald raised his head and looked towards the horizon. Following his gaze, Nelson saw a plane with flashing red lights slanting down from the clouds in the horizon. The model seemed to be a Boeing 767 or a 757. He couldn't remember something.

"Nelson, we see the same future," Grindelwald straightened his back, watching the plane crash into the tallest building in the city with his hands behind his back, "Unfortunately, you have always been a gentle person, and you can see that people in the future are fighting for you." The facilities prepared by people with disabilities, you can see the shade they provide for pedestrians, you can see the beautiful buildings and the glass curtain walls like crystal palaces, but I have seen, no matter how many years have passed, internal friction and unlimited disputes It is still the main theme of the world."

The plane crashed into the building slowly, and the plane was instantly flattened like a rough-made iron sheet. Under the impact of the plane, the building was cut off in half in the next second. The lower half trembled slightly, while the upper half fell to the ground in despair. slide.

In this simulation of the disaster, there were no other witnesses, no victims, and not even the sound of steel bars breaking, glass shattering, fuel tank exploding, and gravel falling to the ground. Under this silent film-like perception, The disaster seemed more and more terrifying.

"Look," Grindelwald picked up the two newspapers blown by the blast in the distance, as if to support his words, the politician on the front page photo looked horrified and indignant, and he handed the two newspapers in front of Nelson "The world is still using different languages, and there are still gaps in people's communication. In the face of a disaster, people with different positions are still blaming each other. They will not think about how to solve the problem in the first place, but focus on shifting responsibility. , how sad."

He let go of his hand, and the red Fiendfire instantly devoured the two newspapers. Grindelwald clapped his hands lightly as he watched the ashes flying towards the sky in the strong air current.

Countless pedestrians suddenly appeared around the two of them. They were in a hurry, turning a blind eye to the crimes that occurred in the alley beside them. Instead, they looked down at their watches and even quickened their pace.

Immediately afterwards, the bandits who took hostages, the army engaged in street fighting, and the bullying gangsters, like actors at the curtain call of a stage play, walked in and out of the alleys around the two while carrying out their own atrocities.

"This is the civilian you want to protect, and this is the Muggle you expect to be given a chance," Grindelwald sneered, "Do you think they will cherish the opportunity you rewarded? They won't even know that their own lives come from For your mercy, I support you to do everything you want to do, but I really want to ask, will everything you do really make them grateful?"

Nelson didn't speak, but silently looked at a thin young man who was stopped to ask for money in the alley. He rubbed his eyes, his memory had become less vivid, and he had already forgotten. A bully or a perpetrator, maybe both.

"I noticed that you haven't used your wand for a long time," Grindelwald seemed to be really as he said, and he knew everything about Nelson, "The combination of black walnut and dragon heartstring, fourteen inches, twelve trees have Helped you remove the traces of the British Ministry of Magic attached to it, but I keep seeing you cast spells with the other wand, and I think you know why."

"That wand is better for Transfiguration."

"Oh, Nelson, you're not being frank again," said Grindelwald, shrugging. "In the theory of Ollivander, the best wandmaker in England, the nature of the wand and the quality of its owner often reflect each other. I don't know when, when you used that black walnut wand, you found that the spells you used to be handy appeared a little stagnant, and this situation intensified afterwards, so that when you used it against the enemy later, you only Can choose guerrilla, every complicated, powerful magic is not even as good as the twig you picked up from the side of the road, do you know why?"

"I……"

"Although Ollivander added adjectives such as 'powerful' to each material, we all know that this is just for selling. The kind in the hands of a genius, but it has a strict requirement for using one's own wizard," Grindelwald stared into Nelson's eyes and said word by word, "It requires users to ask their hearts from time to time, only It works best when you are true to yourself, Nelson, and tell me, when did you feel that you couldn't use it?"

Nelson silently put his hands in his pockets, and grabbed the wand that he bought at the age of eleven at a cost of seven galleons and thirteen sigrams. It trembled, as if responding to its master, whom he hadn't fought side by side for a long time. Seems to be resisting this self-defeating hypocrite.

"Your attitude towards the Muggle War is your attitude towards yourself," Grindelwald stared at Nelson with falcon-like eyes, and there seemed to be countless emotions flowing slowly in his strange pupils, "You Desire for war, desire to be in it, to turn it upside down, to cause your enemies to suffer heavy losses, you want to vent your anger, you want to destroy, you want to slaughter, you want to make the person who caused you pain pay, you are more than Any wizard is more like a wizard, you are high above, you are not dusty, you sit on the roof of the central building and snap your fingers to wipe out their years of hard work, you play with those illiterate soldiers like ants Cao, you gave them hope and then destroyed them with your own hands at the last moment, and the most interesting thing is that you didn't have a drop of blood on your hands."

"This will make the war end sooner." Nelson said softly, gripping the wand in his pocket.

"Yes, you are always so rational, you can use the number of prisoners to deduce the reproduction of dementors, you can measure human life on the balance without fluctuation, but you always shrink back at critical moments," Grindel said. Wo's tone became high-pitched, he opened his arms, and countless missiles of different types attacked the city from all directions, "I don't know what is restricting you, but you can obviously live what you want, and you have what others don't have. Everything! For you, their war is just a flag of war! You clearly know everything, you can clearly see farther, and you can clearly lead them to a better future!"

Grindelwald waved his hands, and an invisible barrier unfolded over the city, stopping all the missiles raining down. The hurried passers-by stopped, and faced the person wearing a long windbreaker and a soft felt hat who appeared above the barrier. The wizard paid homage.

"Is it because you are reluctant to violate their freedom? Is it because you don't want to hurt their autonomy? Is it because you respect their dignity?" Grindelwald's voice was filled with confusion, "Believe me, when you can bring When each of them is given a world with their own duties, endless resources, no conflicts, and no wars, they will trample those boring things under their feet, which is the bounden duty of wizards like us!"

"No, you're wrong, Grindelwald."

Nelson pulled out his black walnut wand from his pocket, and pointed it gently at Grindelwald. In an instant, the scene of disaster above his head was completely shattered, and the worshiping pedestrians in the surrounding busy streets disappeared in an instant. The whole world has undergone earth-shaking changes. Some roads have become wider, and some paths have become narrower, but they are no longer the orderly and unchanging appearance in Grindelwald's eyes. Young mothers on the street are teasing the children in their arms with leaves. Vendors and customers haggling over prices, the school on the corner, kids big and small running on the pitch (no footsteps), they may not be that good, but they're not that bad either.

"In this world, there may be conflicts happening every moment, but more people's lives are still irrelevant to it. It is a fallacy that you throw cruel nature into the society of intelligent creatures," Nelson flipped his wrist, The surrounding scene collapsed like shattered glass. He cast his eyes on Grindelwald, looked at him bravely, and said firmly, "People may have good or bad abilities, character or other things, but Nobody."

Grindelwald looked at the dots of silver light lingering on Nelson's wand, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and disappeared in front of Nelson.

"I, wait and see."