My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nurmengard is the most dangerous and safest place in Europe and even in the whole world.

The name Nurmengard could refer to an island, a city, or just the tower, but Nelson felt that it referred to both the place where Gellert Grindelwald was, and where he stood Where, where is Nurmengard.

A soaring black tower pierces the sky. Its black is pure and rich without reflecting a single ray of light. It is so magnificent that everyone who sees it can't help feeling awe.

The entrance in front of the tower is engraved with Grindelwald's famous words:

"For the greater good."

Different from the solemn and solemn appearance of the tower, the surrounding buildings look multifarious, row upon row, and grow wildly upwards. Each building has its own unique artistic style, and their respective builders should come from all over the world. These unique architectural stars The tallest tower was guarded like a crescent moon, forming a small city, a living city that only belonged to wizards.

Different from the well-ordered military base imagined by Nelson, the streets of Nurmengard are bustling and lively. Even the most dilapidated streets in the corners are full of hawkers and customers bargaining. How much worse is the corner alley, here is not as full of violence and oppression as the newspapers said, but like a paradise, all wizards don't care about the secrecy law, they ride broomsticks to work in the sky over the city, and even wear uniforms The wizards in the city are riding a broom to deliver food, and the people on the streets are also wearing colorful clothes, not only wizard robes, but also Muggle clothing such as suits and ordinary clothes. The free air fills the city.

"Nelson, wait for me here, I'm going to buy something." Gellert Grindelwald led Nelson through the streets of Nurmengard. He stopped at an intersection, patted his forehead, and walked across the street. As he walked, the passers-by on the street recognized him and stopped to salute seriously. Nelson could tell that it was not power forged by violence at all, but respect from the heart.

He stood there bored, the sun above his head was shining brightly, which was different from his impression that the sky over Nurmengard was always covered with clouds, lightning and thunder. He even felt a little hot, so he unbuttoned his coat, and with his hands While fanning the wind, I suddenly saw a newsstand beside me, so I walked over to buy a newspaper—it was used to fan the wind or block the sun, not for reading anyway.

The newsstands here supply all the newspapers that are published in the world every day, from the International Wizarding News to the Muggle lace tabloids, from London in the west, to the Magic City in the east, just tell the shopkeeper, and he can find it for you.

Standing in front of the newsstand, Nelson saw the most important news of the day written by the owner next to the signboard. The moment he saw the headline, he was astonished like a thunderbolt. He stood there blankly, his body shaking Twice, almost fell, the owner saw the weak customer, stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern, "Sir, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay." Nelson pointed to the newspaper in the display window of the newsstand, and took out a Galleon tremblingly, "The latest "Daily Prophet", get me a copy."

The shopkeeper waved his wand and summoned a newspaper. Nelson waved his hand and didn't even ask for change, staring at the headlines on the front page:

Saint or Murderer: Albus Dumbledore surrenders to the Wizengamot, admits killing a Muggle in early September

Nelson's pupils vibrated, and he pinched the newspaper vigorously with both hands. The two sides of the newspaper had been crushed due to too much force.

"Nelson, what's the matter?" Nelson raised his head and found that Grindelwald was draping his shoulders, holding a bottle of brandy that could not be named in his hand. He leaned over to look at the newspaper in Nelson's hand, his right eyebrow raised Picked up, "So you ran to Europe because of this? This is indeed something Albus can do..."

He sighed, straightened his collar, and said with a smile, "He's always so self-righteous, thinking he can take on everything, but he's not qualified at all."

After speaking, he snatched the newspaper from Nelson's hand, picked it up, glanced at it, crumpled it up and threw it into the sky. As the ball of paper flew upwards, it suddenly ignited, and when the gravity completely overcome the acceleration, it went out , became a cluster of fly ash and dissipated in the air.

"We won't talk about him today, it's a shame, we have more important things to do."

Grindelwald stuffed the brandy in Nelson's arms into Nelson's arms, and walked out of the city on his own, Nelson followed helplessly.

"Nelson, you can sneak up on me at any time, and I won't blame you." Grindelwald turned his head and smiled at Nelson.

Grindelwald is a middle-aged man full of charm, otherwise he would not have assembled so many people. He is tall and tall, more than 1.8 meters tall, with a handsome and tough face, and his eyes are hidden under the high browbones. He looks unpredictable. He has well-groomed short silver hair and a well-trimmed beard on his upper lip. He always wears a shirt vest and a black coat over it. He is gentle but always surrounded by melancholy. The shrouded Dumbledore is different, he seems to be full of vitality and resolute.

"You must be joking, Mr. Grindelwald."

Nelson smiled reluctantly. He had complicated feelings for the person in front of him. After the fight on the cruise ship, he half-voluntarily and half-forcedly agreed to the invitation of several people to go to Nurmengard. Out of concern for the Muggles on board and distrust of White, a mental patient, he asked to enter through normal channels. In Europe, they didn't break their promises, but they didn't give him any chance either - as soon as Nelson disembarked in Poland, a group of wizards in black robes were waiting on the pier.

In fact, when he broke up with Dumbledore, he thought about the possibility of defecting to Grindelwald. He felt that his ambition did not conflict with Grindelwald's theory. Isn't peace just a greater principle for human beings? interest? But this idea was quickly abandoned. As far as he knew, Grindelwald was his own father-killing enemy, and it was under his spell that Mergan Wertning and Elizabeth Williams fell. .

But when he stood in front of Grindelwald by accident, he didn't feel any blood rushing, let alone the deep-rooted hatred and desire for revenge-none of these, he was just pure I feel that I am not the same as Grindelwald. This may have something to do with Jonas's education in downplaying hatred since he was a child, or it may be related to his experience in two lifetimes, or because he has never met his parents, and he doesn't even know about it. Everything about them, how does this make him hate?

"Then come to me," Grindelwald stood still and waved at him. When Nelson followed, the two walked side by side on the street. Grindelwald raised his arm and pointed to a mountain not far away. "We're going there today, it's a bit far, let's go by car."

"Okay, Mr. Grindelwald." Nelson followed him and stood on the side of the road, waiting for the tram to go to the suburbs. "Why are there trams here?"

"Oh, this is not a tram." Grindelwald shook his head, pulled Nelson onto an empty tram that just passed, and dropped two coins into the coin box at the front door, "Muggle precision instruments It will fail in a magical environment, this is just an alchemy product that looks like a tram, and you see, there are only two of us in this car, and there is no driver."

"No, I mean—" Nelson considered his words, "I thought the people of Nurmengard were quite resistant to Muggle products and concepts."

"Hehe." Grindelwald smiled, "What we resist are only Muggle weapons and equipment. Their understanding of violence has progressed too fast. Those fragments brought to me by the prophets kept me awake at night."

"Indeed." Nelson nodded. "I didn't expect Germany to capture Poland in the blink of an eye. This is the modern Muggle war."

"However," Grindelwald patted the seat under his buttocks and said with a smile, "I still appreciate this invention of Muggles."

Nelson nodded, looking at the fireworks and scenery on the side of the road with mixed feelings, Grindelwald also took out a pamphlet while reading and annotating, silent.

"By the way, Nelson." The tram has left the city and is passing through the fields of wizards. The agriculture of wizards is much more extensive than that of Muggles, but magic has many wonderful uses. Nelson looked at all kinds of strange things on the side of the road. And the huge crop was fascinated, and Grindelwald suddenly called him, "Is it hard for you to see foresight?"

"Mr. Grindelwald, what did you say?"

"You are a prophet like me, aren't you?" Grindelwald closed the booklet in his hand and put it in his pocket with the pen, "Knowing too many things must make your life very tiring."

He sighed empathetically, only to see Nelson shake his head.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I have dreamed about the death of a relative, but it may just be the induction of family affection. I don't have the ability to predict."

"Maybe." Grindelwald blinked at Nelson. At this moment, he looked very much like Dumbledore. He suddenly stood up, arranging his clothes solemnly facing the glass window of the tram, and said, "Get out of the car." Well, here we are."

The tram stopped, and Nelson jumped out of the car with the bottle of brandy behind Grindelwald. The tram stopped at the top of the hill in the suburbs. This is a simple cemetery surrounded by barbed wire. Although it is simple, it is very clean.

Grindelwald walked towards the two middle tombstones, stared firmly into Nelson's eyes, and said:

"Nelson Wertling Williams, here lie two great wizards and two fearless warriors, Mergan Wertling and Elizabeth Wertling," he sighed , "I think, you have wanted to see them for a long time."