My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Sorry, my old friend."

Standing on the central dome that is higher than all the buildings in Krakow, the westerly wind with a faint smell of gunpowder and dust hits Nelson, but when it approaches him, it splits to both sides, looking at the slowly sinking sun , the warm orange light seemed unusually abrupt in the current atmosphere.

The wind blew Nelson's windbreaker back, and his messy blond hair, which had not been trimmed for a month, fluttered flamboyantly behind his head, making him stand upright like a banner slanted on the battlefield.

The setting sun elongated his shadow, and the boundary of the shadow appeared black and white on the orange-dyed roof.

In the distant sky, a group of white pigeons that shouldn't be there flew in a row before the afterglow of the setting sun like wild geese. Not far away, the sounds of urgent drills by the sergeants became more and more leisurely. The shadow prepared for the dub.

The shadows cast around Nelson, flitted across his face and body, and finally landed on the roof behind him, like a group of crows struggling in the flames, they spread their wings and opened their mouths wide and chanted death the ballad.

Nelson's windbreaker was unfolded backwards under the increasingly fierce wind. On the roof, a hawk stood proudly staring coldly at the noisy birds overhead.

He took the wand in his hands and held it gently in front of his face, as he did when he first encountered it in Ollivander's wand shop years ago, making the same movements as Tom did back then.

Nelson lowered his head, lightly pressed his bloodless lips to the dry stick handle that had not been used for a long time, and kissed it lightly.

"Hello, my old friend."

Nelson lowered his hand and held the wand. The tip of the wand condensed dots of silver light like fireflies. Although the light was weak, it was still so conspicuous under the still strong sunset.

He seems to be talking to his own wand, and it seems to be talking to the falcon in the shadow behind him.

Immediately afterwards, his forearm muscles tensed, he raised his arm, and swung forward vigorously.

Dense and uniform small light spots suddenly lit up in front of the empty space. The slightest water vapor in the air may be invisible to most people, but it is extremely obvious to Nelson.

Nelson closed his eyes, and those scattered droplets of water suddenly gathered around him and completely enveloped him, as if adding an old filter to a photo.

Soon, Nelson, who was surrounded by water mist, stepped out of it, leaving behind the water mist that had taken shape in place and became more and more solid. When he turned around, a person exactly like himself was looking at him with a smile on his face. There is still a hint of blue at the ends of her hair, and a drop of water is flowing down her temples to her chin.

Nelson, who was condensed in the mist, nodded slightly at him, imitating his movements curiously.

Under the control of magic, his face and body changed rapidly, and every second he changed into a person Nelson had seen before. After a while, there were not many people left who left images in Nelson's memory. The deformation of flowing water is also mastered more and more skillfully.

Nelson lowered his head and looked at his hands. For wizards, sometimes growing up is so simple. Obviously, there is no difference between himself and half a day ago, but it seems that there have been earth-shaking changes.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Grindelwald, he questioned his heart, and Nelson finally got the approval of his magic wand. At the same time, his memory and destiny merged into one at this moment. Nelson finally embraced himself, proudly The cowardly soul finally became complete, and the knowledge accumulated over the years found an outlet at this time, rushing out like a monstrous river. This conversation clearly did not discuss any topics related to magic, and even Nelson's heart There is still confusion, but he finally changed after all.

Nelson felt that the magic power belonging to the ancient wizard family was active in his body. It yearned for freedom and catharsis. He flipped his wrist deftly, and the figure formed by the mist in front of him was divided into two again. Two adults, a man and a woman, stood in front of him. The man was wearing a blue robe embroidered with gold, and the woman was wearing a black skirt. They held hands, nodding and smiling to themselves.

He felt the beating heartbeat of the magic wand in his hand, and felt the proximity of the ubiquitous water vapor. At this moment, the wizard called "Wildening by the Stream" finally reappeared in the world after more than ten years of silence. superior.

He closed his eyes again, and the two figures merged into one. The figure of Jonas Nicklaus gradually became clear in front of Nelson, but he did not open his eyes, did not express his suppressed emotions for many years, and did not rush into the arms of visions.

Jonas looked at his nephew who had grown up in front of him, nodded with a smile, took off the soft felt hat on his head, and put it on Nelson's head just like when he was playing ten years ago.

At this moment, Nelson finally opened his eyes. The figure in front of him had disappeared, and turned into water vapor and merged into the dry air again. The last ray of the sun poured out, drawing a small trail behind him. rainbow.

Nelson touched the top of his head, the soft hair was a little wet, he gave a smirk and disappeared in place.

"...Zizi...the enemy...counterattack...Zizi..."

The radio left in place leaned against the fence on the roof, still doing its last work.

...

"It was an eye-opener."

Nurmengard, walking through the "Magic Industrial Zone" behind the distribution center on the tracks, Tom couldn't hold back the shock in his heart. He stood on the top of a 100-meter-high steel castle in admiration, from Nurmengard's living area to Looking in this direction, you can only see the green mountains and continuous forests in the outskirts. I didn't expect that if you took the right path, the place that should have been farmland would constitute a different world.

Such a magnificent building is just a slightly ordinary one in the cluster. The black oil stained tracks under his feet and the huge gears standing in the city gave him a dreamy feeling of traveling through time and space. According to Barry It is said that these gears only serve as the load-bearing function of the viaduct, and the reason why they grow like this depends only on the aesthetics of the planners of the industrial zone.

"This is a symbol, representing that everyone works hard in their own positions, and their work links are closely linked, and finally one person's ability is transformed into efficiency far beyond one person." Barry said, "The structure of gears , responsible for the transmission of power in a Muggle mechanism, beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful..." Tom nodded and asked, "How much can you produce every day?"

"I don't know much about this, and I don't know how to tell you," Barry said, waving his hand, "There is a candy factory over there, which produces enough candy to distribute one to every child in England every day, but it's next door potions shop, and the signature blood potion takes two weeks to produce a dozen."

"Blood potion?" Tom asked in confusion. "I remember it was a blood substitute invented for vampires. Does Nurmengard even produce this potion?"

"Of course," Barry raised his eyebrows, "All the potions that can be produced in the world can be seen in Nurmengard. Our potions have the most abundant types in the world."

"No, no," Tom waved his hand and explained, realizing that Barry would make a mistake, "I'm not saying that your technology is not up to par, I'm just curious why you produced this potion. After all, there are not many vampires in the world, and they will buy it. Its less, and a wizard who can make blood potions can make more and more valuable things in two weeks."

"You are the common thinking of most wizards who specialize in potions. To be honest, you are a bit narrow-minded, Mr. Riddle," Barry explained, "Of course our potion factory will do a lot of things that can be replaced by large Take Garen's potion, but with this efficiency, the more you do, the less you earn. In fact, we have successfully reduced the prices of several common potions in the world to several percent of their original value."

Tom recalled the price of potions in England. It is true that Diagon Alley has always maintained a constant output over the years, but in Knockturn Alley, more and more cheap and good items of unknown origin have become the favorite of most wizards. Choice, even Professor Slughorn sometimes complains that potions have become more and more difficult to sell in the past few years, and instead make some more difficult custom potions to supplement the family.

As far as he knows, there are already many regular shops in Diagon Alley secretly buying goods in Knockturn Alley, and selling their own packaging at a low price, and they don’t even make less money. attitude.

"To be honest, from potions to household magic props, from the most basic magic protective cloak to alchemy equipment, any product you buy from a magic store in any country in the world may contain Nurmengard ” Barry said proudly, “Our output is beyond your imagination, and we have even used the excess production capacity to produce non-magical goods for trade with Muggles. In this case, we will naturally put Focus on those high-end and closed industries, such as special potions for vampires. Just imagine, if you are a vampire, you can easily find blood potions from a certain store. How about when you shop for other products later? , will you choose this place again?"

"You can't make much money like this," Tom raised his eyebrows, "those who speculate will make more."

"I know that some wizards will secretly sell our goods at their prices, but we don't care, on the contrary, we expect them to do so more than anyone, when those wizards are used to making quick money with our products, They are also gradually throwing away their skills that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and the future Galumbi, these are just small money." Barry seemed very satisfied with Tom's expression, and said with a smile, "I believe When it's revealed, everyone will be shocked, and after the shock, those left behind will be terrified!"

"If you show me this, aren't you afraid that I will tip off your opponent?" Tom asked back, "Aren't you going to let me go?"

"How could it be? Mr. Riddle, you are Nelson's friend, our friend," Barry grinned, and said, "You wouldn't do that either. What's the point of tipping mediocre people? You see, We didn't steal your voice, we were even willing to hand over the benefits to the group of people you brought."

"What is this picture?" Tom felt a little toothache.

"You're a sensible man," Barry said, "otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here, don't you agree with better and cheaper goods, greater efficiency, less competition, better life for wizards and the greater good?"

"It's really interesting," Tom glanced at the gate of a factory not far away, and a group of Bolox and his party having a good talk with a wizard in black robes. He lowered his head, and the red light in his eyes flashed away. Biting his lower lip lightly, he raised his head again, "Gnar told me that the British Muggles did the same thing as you in the last century, and he called it dumping. You do this and want to be the hegemon of the world ?"

"What's the point of that? Mr. Riddle," Barry shook his head, "don't be prejudiced against us. I admit that some of us did do some radical things out of eagerness for quick success, but none of these can change our determination , the wizards of Nurmengard gather together for the same ideal, behind us are all wizards, the whole world, for the greater good."

"really interesting."

...

"No, absolutely not!"

Hogwarts, in Dumbledore's office, Newt patted the table and looked at his most respected teacher with a straight neck. It was hard to imagine what Dumbledore said before if he could retort in such a tone. talk.

"It is absolutely impossible for me to control magical animals to do this kind of thing!" Newt stood up while supporting the table, and said decisively, "I can't control them, and this is different from what you once taught me. Thought it was just a pure race!"

"It used to be," Dumbledore shook his head, "but not this time."

"Have you thought about the consequences?" Newt picked up the clothes hanging on the back of the chair, turned and left the office.

"The struggle for power among wizards is really boring." Professor Binns' transparent body flew out of the wall behind Dumbledore faintly, "Albus, when you reach my age, you will find out that the so-called The king of the moment will be just a name in a textbook hundreds of years later, and history will continue to correct mistakes."

"With your kind words, Professor Cuthbert," Dumbledore rubbed his temples, relaxing his tense nerves, "I also hope to live to your age."

"Really, which wizard wins and which wizard loses, does it make any difference to wizards?" Professor Binns said flatly, "You might as well care more about more dangerous things."

"What? Professor Cuthbert, the Castle—"

"Albus, do you think you will be the next Headmaster?" Professor Binns interrupted Dumbledore, staring at him with big milky white eyes, "If you think so, come with me, Castle The thing in there seems to be waking up again."