My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, hatred can't solve the problem." Dumbledore showed a pitiful expression, put down his wand and shook his head, "You are too young to understand these principles."

"No, you're wrong, Professor Dumbledore," Nelson shook his head, his sweat-drenched hair drooping down, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes cold, "Forgiveness can never resolve disputes, sympathy for evil is sympathy for goodness cruelty."

"That would just lead to—"

"No!" Nelson interrupted his words, "Professor Dumbledore, do you know? Your so-called forgiveness is just evasion. Do you think you have the position to say such a thing?"

"I--"

"Take yourself for example," Nelson raised his head, brushed away the broken hair in front of his eyes with his wand, and stared at him with more pity than Dumbledore, "Gellert Grindelwald, your former best friend, once Lover, but not when he cast a spell on your sister! And yet you forgive him...do you think that's forgiveness? Is it kindness? It's just weakness."

"Did Aberforth tell you all this?" Dumbledore's face turned ashen. These words pierced his heart deeply, and severely uncovered the deepest part of his memory so far. There is no huge healing scar, but he is Dumbledore after all, he is not annoyed, he just wants to use this incident to continue to influence Nelson, "Yeah, I gave him a chance, so it didn't lead to a bigger tragedy. "

"Really? Professor Dumbledore." Nelson's face was full of disbelief, "It's really you, don't you feel that you are wrong? The person you forgive has become a terrorist after escaping from you. Don't you know how many people he killed? Your weakness will only bring more cruel consequences, are you still deceiving yourself?"

"Gnar, this is different." Dumbledore dissuaded with a sad face, "You are just impulsive, and you will regret it later."

"No, Dumbledore," Nelson said calmly, but his slightly trembling hands and the lack of honorific address still revealed his true mood, "I have never been so calm and thoughtful, I am sure, if I don't Revenge with my own hands, I will regret it in the future, since you have experienced it, you should not let me repeat the same mistakes."

"Look! This is my desire. You have used the Mirror of Erised. Can you tell me what you saw? I dare! This is my deepest desire. I only hope that everyone I care about is alive. Is it that difficult?" As he spoke, he took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the table. It was a group photo of several people, and Jonas' bright smiling face was particularly eye-catching. "Why do you hinder me? You will always Think about your own big things, then you can think about it, why do you want to take care of me? I only know that if anyone hurts them, I will make him pay the price!"

Dumbledore looked at the small picture, his face frozen, his mouth open but speechless.

"Gnar can see farther than you!" Tom standing aside suddenly shouted, he still kept pointing his wand at Dumbledore, stubbornly like a little wolf who lost his territory, "Gnar is a prophet , he knows everything!"

"Prophet?!" Dumbledore's pupils shrank and he lost focus. From the moment Nelson mentioned Ariana, his thoughts were immersed in the broken family and his former lover. Under the dim light, it appeared a silvery off-white color. When the word prophet came out of Tom's mouth, the figure in his mind and the person in front of him gradually overlapped, and his gaze refocused on Nelson's face. , raised his arms, and said in a deep voice, "It's all my fault, but this time I won't let the tragedy happen again."

"I'm sorry, Gnar." He said softly, "I'm sorry for everyone, I'm sorry for Ariana, I'm sorry for Gellert, I'm sorry for your parents... I'm sorry, Gnar."

Nelson's hand holding the wand trembled violently. He tilted his body and fell heavily on the ground. His eyes were tearing apart, and a huge pain invaded his mind. The fragments of his life were reflected in his eyes like a revolving lantern. Prague The cake shop on the street, the Sorting Hat shouting "Slytherin", the lingering fog in Ollivander's shop when he first held his wand, the drowning cat in the Thames, Jonas hugging Seeing his legs flinging in the air... and the fiendish flames that consumed everything in the streets of Paris.

Tom dropped his wand and knelt on the ground and hugged Nelson's shoulders, patting his sweaty cheeks, gnashing his teeth while staring at Dumbledore, who just looked at Nelson's hair and kept muttering to himself apologise.

"Iron armor!" Nelson, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly picked up the wand that fell on the ground, and shouted loudly, so loud that the chandeliers in the tavern were sparsely scattered with years of dust, "From my brain Get out!"

His painful convulsions stopped, but resisting the spell had already made him drenched and exhausted. Tom supported him to sit on the ground, but he stood up stiffly on the table, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Standing still, raising his head, the mocking look in Dumbledore's eyes intensified, "Professor, I've been making preparations since the first day I saw you."

Dumbledore didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

"I started practicing Occlumency on the first day I arrived at Hogwarts." Nelson flicked his drooping bangs and said with a relaxed smile, "I understand that for a great man like you who is busy saving the world, if you It is really a cost-effective choice to be able to achieve the goal by peeping at someone's memory or twisting his mind."

"Gal, you don't have to..."

"Although I am just a nobody, I refuse to let anyone play with my life." The sense of exhaustion disappeared, Nelson picked up the wand, turned to face the bearded man who was still fainting on the chair, and said seriously, "My mind is already indestructible , I have your unimaginable will, Professor Dumbledore, now you have two choices."

"One is to watch me punish my enemies, and then arrest me and send me to the Wizengamot's trial seat." He pressed his wand against the bearded man's eyebrows again, "Second, stop me now, but you It is impossible to stop me for the rest of my life, and after that, I will take endless revenge on him, his accomplices, his relatives, his ethnic group, and all the people I can vent my anger on—this is the consequence of forgiveness , maybe that's what you want to see."

"Gnar." Tom pressed his hand on Nelson's arm. Originally, he had imagined that they would find the enemy, torture him severely and then throw him to the gallows, but he never expected Dumbledore to appear Let the whole story go to such a twists and turns, he didn't want to see Nelson thrown into prison, but he didn't know what to do, and froze in place in a panic.

"It's okay, Tom." Nelson patted the back of Tom's hand, stared at his eyes that were still clear despite the scarlet, and said in relief, "I'm okay, have you forgotten, I'm a prophet."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, secretly tightened his hand holding the wand, and seriously recited the spell in front of him, "Crucio."

The moment Nelson chanted the spell, Dumbledore's eyes trembled, as if he had made up his mind, he quickly raised his wand, a dazzling green light shot out from the tip of the wand, and hit the bearded man's chest almost at the same time——

The bearded man opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth but did not make a sound, his body twitched for a moment.

Immediately after kicking his legs, he died.

Nelson looked at the bearded body in shock, and turned to stare at Dumbledore closely. He didn't know whether the bearded man died under the Cruciatus Curse or Dumbledore's way that looked like Avada Kedavra Curse, he didn't expect Dumbledore to end this matter in this way.

"You may think I'm a coward, yes, sometimes I feel the same way myself." Dumbledore approached the round table. This time Nelson didn't avoid him, and Tom didn't hold his wand again. He smiled wryly, "You Seeing people very clearly, Gnar, I always look forward to the end, so it caused a lot of tragedies, so that I spent my whole life running through this mess-the people who hurt the most are the people who care about me the most .”

"Maybe other wizards think that I am powerful and successful in my career." He rubbed his hands, looking several years older, walked to Nelson, picked up the photo on the table, wiped it carefully, and stuffed it into Nelson's pocket , and put the fir wand gently on the table, "Put it away, this is your most important thing."

"But people who really know me will understand." He continued, "I'm just a complete loser. Every decision I made led to the result backfired, so I chose to face him, to face my years of mistakes."

"If you want to hate, hate me, Gnar." Dumbledore took off his glasses, and Nelson's haggard figure was reflected in his tearful blue eyes, "Sorry, I left you with such a bad Impression, even let you learn Occlumency, but please believe me, I really do it for your own good."

"Go back to school, Gnar, leave this matter to me." Dumbledore's tired face faded, and he rambled like an old man, "Actually, it's all my fault, it's because of me that you let you... …Sorry, Gnar, go back to school with Tom and study hard, everything will be fine, and the previous things will end with me."

Nelson ignored him, just stretched out his hand tremblingly, sniffing the bearded man.

"Tom, you go back." Nelson shook his head. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. "You're right, so I won't go back to Hogwarts."