My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Let me thank you for him first."

Nelson was thinking about Grindelwald's purpose of coming here in disguise, while chatting with him about the family affairs.

He couldn't really just come to the dance party of the Triwizard Tournament, present a powerful opening song, and then leave behind, hiding his achievements and fame.

"Mr. Grindelwald, if you are really interested in Professor Dumbledore's life, I suggest you ask him yourself," Nelson said after being dismissed for failing to answer five questions about Dumbledore in a row. He said helplessly, "As you know, Professor Dumbledore is very busy recently, and I rarely even see him. Of course, this is also thanks to you."

Holding the idea that "he's not here to join in the fun", Nelson was horrified to find that this auditorium, including teachers, students, and guests, almost included most of the elites and hopes of the European magic community.

Combined with the plan for Second Salem heard from Newt, as long as there is a "bang", Grindelwald's footsteps of conquering Europe will not be hindered in any way.

Nelson thought about it again, Grindelwald liked the elite so much, so he couldn't be so mad.

But just to be on the safe side, he sneaked a peek under Grindelwald's stool to see if he had hidden Credence there.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah? It's nothing." Seeing that there was nothing under Grindelwald's stool, Nelson heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his head, just in time to see a little blond wizard sneaking in from the door. "I saw an acquaintance."

Abraxas Malfoy, half an hour ago, Nelson saw with his own eyes that he drank the Bone Spirit and the Water of Life and Death, and lay on a bed in the school hospital.

"Are you familiar?" Grindelwald followed Nelson's gaze, "What a little mouse."

mouse? Nelson didn't know for a moment whether he was describing Malfoy's attitude, or something else.

"Malfoy, where's your little dance partner?"

When Malfoy passed in front of him, Nelson suddenly called out and stopped him.

Looking at Nelson who suddenly appeared in front of him, Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and then showed a flattering smile, "Mr. Williams, long time no see."

Looking at his glib appearance, Nelson always felt a little familiar.

His eyes wandered to Grindelwald beside Nelson, and he said in surprise, "Mr. Bowie!"

"Where's your partner? Malfoy." Nelson put his hands in his pockets and asked again, "Is Miss Joy's healing effect so good?"

"Dance... partner?" Malfoy froze, thought for a moment, and replied, "She fell asleep in the chair next to me—"

Before he finished speaking, he ran away.

Before Nelson raised his wand, his left leg suddenly stuck to his right leg with a "bang", and he froze in place as if standing in a military posture. Under the inertia of running forward, Malfoy His face hit the ground hard.

"Leave your dance partner behind and come to the dance secretly by yourself, do you want to steal?"

Grindelwald's hands were still on the armrests of the chair, without any movement, but Malfoy, like a prey bound by a hunter, was dragged by an invisible rope, rubbing against the floor and slowly squirming towards the two of them.

"Nelson, this is what I often say, some seemingly inconspicuous small magic can play the same role as those advanced magic in many cases," Grindelwald turned his head and rushed Nelson explained, "You like those powerful spells with a huge range too much. In fact, it's really unnecessary when facing an enemy with little resistance like this."

Nelson stared at Malfoy on the ground. Although he was sure that he was not the one who was still lying in the school hospital, he still said "unlucky boy" in his heart.

"In contrast, your friend did better," Grindelwald raised his chin and said to Tom, who was dancing with Walburga on the dance floor, "I saw him fight once. Although sometimes you will do some flashy actions, but the overall pursuit of speed and refinement, it is true that your spells are very powerful and look very... very big, but if you face those masters who are good at killing with one blow, This can become your greatest weakness."

Nelson nodded, touched the little silver ball in his pocket, and felt relieved.

"For example, what I just used is just a little jinx that a first-year student might use, the Leg Locking Curse, but it has the same effect as when you transformed into chains to tie him up, and..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, who was separated by the dance floor. He had already sat in the rest area, holding a bowl of lemon shaved ice and chatting with Sigmund, completely oblivious to the fact that his students were being dragged along.

In fact, no one in this auditorium except Nelson and Grindelwald saw Malfoy lying on the ground.

"Besides, low-level spells are often cast quickly, so I can spend more time casting some high-level spells with higher tactical significance, such as this," Grindelwald explained patiently, "The spell is 'seeing is believing', The effect is to make people in an area visually obtain an effect similar to 'closed and deaf'."

Older gingers are more spicy.

Although Nelson's view of "big is good" has not been reversed in the slightest, his thinking is still much clearer. The strength of a wizard cannot be developed overnight, and it takes time to accumulate.

Seeing Nelson's thoughtful look, Grindelwald lowered his head and looked at Malfoy who had been dragged to their feet.

"Okay, it's rare for me to sing on stage for the first time, let's see who dares to disturb me."

Grindelwald twisted his neck, and before he knew it, he had returned to his original appearance, stretching his much taller body.

"Do you like to put your head on the ground when you kneel?"

Grindelwald stood up, bent down, supported Malfoy's shoulders, and made him kneel on the ground. The simple movement made Malfoy almost suffocate.

When he saw Grindelwald's original face, Malfoy, who was unable to move, began to tremble all over. His fear of Grindelwald had surpassed the shackles of the wand.

"Compound decoction, what a hassle."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and said trouble, but when he drew out the scarred Elder Wand and pressed it against Malfoy's face, his immature face faded away like a melting candle in an instant, peeling off from it. What came out was a face that was gray and white like a dead man.

The man who turned into Malfoy had very thin skin, and the top of his head was covered with earthworm-like twisted veins and protruding blood vessels. The protruding blood vessels ran down his neck and spread all over his body, swimming like blue and black tattoos. on him.

These "decorations" that would not appear on a normal person's head made him look particularly hideous and terrifying, and what was even more disgusting was the wet and greasy skin exposed after he tore through Malfoy's robe.

It was as if he had just been vomited out of his stomach by some giant beast, and his whole body was covered with unknown, foul-smelling mucus. Except for the gray-white dead skin and terrifying blood vessels, about one-third of his back There was not even skin in the place, and the gray, bloodless mass of rotting flesh was exposed in the air, making Nelson almost suffocate.

Even Grindelwald, who was used to seeing the market, frowned because of the pungent smell.

But he suppressed his nausea, moved closer, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Looking at the increasingly frightened expression on the bald man's face, Grindelwald said softly, "It seems that you know me, but even the stupidest wizard would not be so afraid of me, so you must be living in a world full of prejudice. and a place of ignorance."

The bald man simply closed his eyes, not looking at Grindelwald.

"Oh, you must have suffered a lot with these foreign objects hidden under the skin."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and touched the man's head. His hands were covered with the man's slippery mucus, but he didn't care at all and stayed there for a few seconds.

"Thankfully, this summer, I've seen something like that."

When he took his hand away, the protruding "vessels" on the man's body twisted under his skin like a creature with its own consciousness.

Seeing this scene, Nelson felt his teeth ache for a while, until a steel strip with a ferocious mouthpart like a wireworm pierced the skin on the back of his neck and rushed frantically towards Grindelwald's face.

But in the next second, it hit a transparent wall, smashing the seemingly sharp mouthparts into pieces.

"Son, do you know who you are?"

Grindelwald picked up the paper towel on the table, wiped his hands, and burned it to ashes with fierce fire. The ashes scattered on the man's scar made him extremely painful.

"Do you know who your father is? Do you know what your mother's name is?" Grindelwald couldn't see his pain, and continued to ask, "You know that if you don't fall into the hands of those fools, you will receive Which magic school's acceptance letter?"

The bald man was panting heavily. There were more and more holes on his body. Long worms made of steel came out of the holes. Not a drop of blood flowed out, only the friction between steel and muscles could be heard. With a loud noise, they all hit the solid barrier, and Grindelwald even used a table knife to pick at the gap of one of them, and forcibly pulled it out of the bald man's body.

"After Credence Barbone escaped from the Devil's Nest, they seem to be able to control you only in this way," Grindelwald sneered, "It's better to have a smart traitor than to turn people into loyal fools. It's really short-sighted."

The bald man's eyes slowly opened, as if he had recovered a little clarity.

"Let me see who you are." Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction, and put his hand on his forehead again.

"I see." Grindelwald, who was familiar with Legilimency, quickly read the dull and painful memories.

Just when he read the key memory, he noticed that the bald man whose memory was being read turned blue, showing a painful expression. Then, the long worms rushing out of his body lit up red, emitting There was a burst of scorching energy, and in just a split second, Nelson felt short of breath. He finally understood what Newt meant by "bombing up the school with a silent man".

Looking at the man's skin that was gradually turning red like a boiled shrimp, Nelson understood that the dissipated energy alone was enough to make him feel hot, so the explosion of his whole body was a bit unimaginable.

Nelson was ready to run. He touched the few small silver balls in his pocket and estimated the equivalent of the upcoming explosion.

"I really feel sorry for you, poor children," Grindelwald shook his head sadly, "Obviously possessing extraordinary power, but was coaxed into a pig's nest by a descendant of a squib to be concocted into a weapon against his own race, Make it look like a human being, a ghost or a ghost, I will save you, poor child..."

Grindelwald seemed to be overflowing with sympathy tonight. Facing the bald man who had turned red and his skin began to crack like the dry earth, he didn't want to hide at all.

"Bang bang..."

A heartbeat sounded beside Nelson, and just as Nelson was guessing what it was the countdown, the bald man suddenly exploded.

This is a silent person with an explosive device installed in his body.

The most amazing thing about Second Salem is that even though everyone knows that everyone in it from top to bottom has a bad brain, they can always accomplish such pioneering things, such as mass "production" of Obscurus.

Nelson didn't have time to react, and the right arm of the dress robe close to the bald man was instantly reduced to ashes. Under the protection of the water mist, his body was not harmed by anything other than the scorching heat.

Nelson closed his eyes, was he going to run naked for such a funny reason?

But the expected explosion never came. Nelson opened his eyes, and saw a scene that shocked him—Grindelwald tapped his wand on the bald man's chest, forcing back the explosion magic that escaped him. his chest,

"Son, I said I would save you."

Grindelwald said gently, and once again put his hand on the bald man's head.

Like enlightenment, the bald man suddenly awakened his childhood memory and judgmental IQ.

The facial nerves of the man who recovered his memory twitched, and two lines of blood and tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Remember?" Grindelwald smiled, "You can go on the road when you remember, one yard for one yard, kid, this time is punishment."

Grindelwald put down his wand with a smile on his face. Against the backdrop of Nelson's dumbfounded background, the magic power agitated by the last suppression surged out at a momentum several times stronger than before.

Grindelwald and the bald man suddenly disappeared in place, and the magic of "seeing is believing" suddenly failed. , Nelson found that Dumbledore, who had been sitting opposite and looking around, was staring at himself, or the "empty seat" beside him.

Nelson turned sideways, and when he turned to Dumbledore again, the ashesed sleeve "grown" again.