My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

At midnight, Nelson picked up his slippers and tiptoed out of the room. Facts have proved that no matter on the shore or on a ship, there are always people who can’t sleep in the middle of the night. First mate Jack stood at the bow of the ship and posed at the helm, seeming to be pretending A Captain's Dream.

He walked down the deck and got into the cabin below the deck. The doors in the long corridor were closed, only the room at the end was still lit. When Nelson approached, he heard bursts of laughter and clinking glasses in the room. , He turned his head and looked in, and saw that a group of strong male nurses were playing bridge in the room with their upper body shirtless.

"Close your ears and listen."

With a flick of his wand, the sound in the room was cut off from the outside world, and his steps suddenly became easier.

"Ahola is open."

The door of the temporary ward opened with a creak, and at the same time, there was a hole in the door that was emitting green smoke.

"It's back to normal."

Nelson pushed open the door and walked into the room. He was startled as soon as he entered the door. In the darkness, there were sixteen pairs of crystal eyes staring at him intently.

"You are an accomplice of the wizard." The dark-skinned 19340201 who spoke first, his image is also the scariest - the whole face is completely hidden in the darkness of the night, only the eyes and the occasional flash of white mouth His teeth were gleaming, and he looked perfectly normal at this moment, "Are you here to rescue him?"

Nelson froze in place. He opened the door behind him with his backhand and took a step back.

"Wait!" The innermost 19391012 stopped him weakly, then turned to the black disease at the door, and pleaded, "You won't tell the doctor, will you?"

"That's right!" 19340201 nodded solemnly, and the other patients, as long as they could talk, agreed.

"You should have come earlier." Pilot 19351117 complained, "He is different from us, different!"

It seems that the one who knows the most about mental illness should be the one who is mentally ill. At the end, he added, "Quack!"

Nelson shook his head. He really didn't understand what these people were thinking, so he gave up his useless efforts and went straight to the depths of the ward. He stood by 19391012's bed and opened the shackles on his hands.

"Close your ears and listen." He cast the spell again.

"You can talk now, sir, there is no doctor here." He helped 19391012 to sit up, picked up the water glass on the bedside table and fed him a few sips of water, "What's your name? Why did they catch you?"

"Hiss——Panxingxingpanyue finally hoped for you. I'm really afraid that I will be locked up as a wandering mental patient for the rest of my life." 19391012 moved his wrist, touching the wound on it, grinning in pain, "I My name is Barry Beckman, you can call me Barry, as you can see, I am a poor wizard who can't hold a chicken without a wand."

"Great, I thought your name was Jack too... You don't have to blame yourself, most wizards are no different from Muggles without their wands." Nelson relieved, "But I won't let it go for a while. You have to endure it for a few more days."

"What?!" Barry Beckman opened his mouth wide, looking unbelievable, he didn't want to stay in this place for a second, "Why?"

"I don't know how to apparate, and I don't have an owl." Nelson spread his hands and said helplessly, "Even if I let you go, you have to stay on the boat all the time. Instead of being so troublesome, I'll take you away when you disembark. "

"It doesn't matter, I will, as long as you have your wand..." Barry blinked, realizing that his words were wrong, so he lowered his head in frustration, "Sorry, I was just arrested because I didn't have a wand."

"You just need to cooperate with the doctors, they will serve you with delicious food and drink." Nelson comforted, "Can you tell me how you were arrested?"

"It's a long story," Barry leaned against the wall, laughing self-deprecatingly, then opened his neckline with burning eyes, and showed Nelson the pattern of the Deathly Hallows, "You should have seen it during the day, this sign, I'm a saint."

"A follower of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald?"

"That's right, but I have to say that you in the UK have always misunderstood Lord Grindelwald, probably because of Albus Dumbledore." Barry shook his head and said frantically, "But Lord Grindelwald Not the same, he treats all wizards equally, although he has mastered countless powerful black magic, but he did not use them to do evil, to gain personal gain, although this is easy for him, Lord Grindelwald relies on that Brilliant foresight has brought us together - against the darkest fate of wizards..."

He seemed to be suffocated, and he kept expressing his admiration for Grindelwald. It seemed that Grindelwald had been his spiritual sustenance during the time he was imprisoned. Nelson's left ear goes in, and his right ear goes out. He has always been unwilling to fully believe the emotional expressions of others. Compared with hearsay, he prefers seeing to believing. This is also one of the purposes of his trip.

"...He entrusted me with a mission, a secret mission, a great mission that would make me famous." Barry's expression became excited, but soon became lonely, "But I think my mission may not be That's so important, after all, they haven't sent anyone to look for me for so long..."

"What task?" Nelson asked curiously, "It's not convenient to say it."

I don't know if the task is really unimportant, or if Barry's desire to confide has been suppressed for too long, he actually said it.

"I came to England to look for a historian who lives in Godric's Hollow, Bathilda Bagshot." He said slowly, "It is said that this historian is Lord Grindelwald's aunt, and at the same time as The wizard who has the most research on the history of magic in the entire magic world, she knows many secrets, which is related to the ultimate goal of my mission—"

He began excitedly, "You know the mark of our saints—"

"I know," Nelson interrupted his spellcasting. He secretly reached into his pocket, gripped the ring of the Gaunt family, and said in a deep voice, "That is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows."

"Okay." Barry said dryly, looking extremely uncomfortable, as if a sneeze that had been brewing for a long time was finally swallowed, "Then I will make a long story short, Lord Grindelwald wants to collect all three pieces. Hallows, so he sent me to look for clues in the old papers of the history of magic, he sent me to Durmstrang's library to find clues, but how can such a simple task stump me? I think Bathilda Bagshot must know a lot of things that are not in books, so I came to England."

"So it's not your mission to find Bathilda Bagshot?" Nelson understood.

"True, but my decision was right, wasn't it?"

"Sorry, I have a hard time agreeing." Nelson looked at Barry, whose body was half tied up in a straitjacket, with a caring and foolish expression on his face.

"Well...it was just an accident. After I came to London, I asked someone to find out the location of Godric's Hollow, and then I was cheated out of money." He lay down as if resigned to his fate, staring blankly at the ceiling. The messy hair fell down, revealing the young face, "Then I was locked up in a mental hospital."

"Your story spans a bit too much?"

"It's not important..." Being arrested would be a bit embarrassing. Barry couldn't say a word for a long time, so he had to shift his target to Nelson, "You still look like a student? Hogwarts?" Is it? There should be third and fourth grades, right?"

He couldn't see Nelson's face clearly in the dark, and he didn't look at it carefully during the panic during the day. Now he can only feel his tall figure, which inevitably led to a misjudgment-this also made Nelson vigilant, he has always put on a true face Showing people, not to mention what foreshadowing will be laid in the future, even at the moment, this young appearance is easy to cause trouble for himself.

"Almost, what's the matter?"

"Then why don't you go to school, instead go to... er, where is this ship going?"

"Poland."

"What are you doing in Poland if you don't go to school?"

"I took a break from Hogwarts." Nelson said helplessly, "I don't have any books to study now."

"You are amazing!" Barry clasped his hands together in admiration, "You actually managed to drop out of Hogwarts."

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"Don't you know? The only person who dropped out of your school in hundreds of years once captured Master Grindelwald." Barry said excitedly, without any feeling that his words were revealing the old background of his leader, "You wouldn't be the same Are you here to trouble Lord Grindelwald?"

"Have you been locked up for too long? Why do you feel that your brain is not working well?" Nelson raised his forehead. He felt that there were some reasons for Barry to be locked up in a mental hospital. He said bluntly, "I have a fight with Professor Dumbledore. There was a plane, so I couldn't go to school."

Barry's eyes instantly turned into hatred again, and it seemed that the medicine that Dr. Jack gave him in the evening hadn't worn off yet, and he said enthusiastically, "When I get off the boat, I can ask someone to arrange for you to study in Durmstrang! "

"Let's talk about it after getting off the boat!" Nelson got up and said goodbye. It was late at night and it was time to sleep.

"Wait, wait!" Barry called Nelson again, "Do me a favor, just one, just tell them I'm still alive, just use one spell, one spell, it's very simple!"

It sounded like a lighting spell, Nelson tried it, and there was the sound of something exploding on the deck above his head, and he hurried out of the ward, removed the spell and ran to the deck.

"I will do what I say, and I will repay you!" Barry shouted behind him.

Nelson ran to the deck, only to find that fireworks were exploding in the sky above his head, and the gorgeous fireworks drew an exquisite pattern in the air-a vertical line in a circle, and the line ran through a triangle. It was too high and far away, so it was hard to tell whether it was set off on the boat or from a small island not far away just passing by.