My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Since the German Blitzkrieg surprise attack on September 1, the German army has steadily penetrated into the entire territory of Poland. Except for the Soviet Union, which suddenly invaded Poland from the east on the 17th (that is, the day after the Wizengamot trial of Dumbledore), Germany The army did not encounter any effective resistance in Poland. Although Piłsudski had acquired a well-equipped German armorer for his country in the past ten years by holding his thighs, its combat effectiveness was comparable to that of the same equipment. The gap between the enemy forces was too large, which eventually became the supply of the German advancing front.

At present, the German army at the forefront is marching towards Warsaw with the supplies seized from the Polish army. This independent country, which was still in conflict with Germany a few years ago, is in a desperate situation of national subjugation and extinction. The Polish people can also be said to be living in dire straits. The loyal people among the citizens are full of righteous indignation, but they have nowhere to contribute, because they themselves cannot find where their own government is. Unfortunately, Poland does not have "the strongest army in Europe". With such a powerful combat power, it is impossible to talk about the epic tactics used to preserve the vitality of the Dunkirk retreat.

The slider on the train hub made a sound of "Furthermore", on the morning of the third day of departure, it finally approached the destination of the trip——

Krakow, an important industrial city in southern Poland, the geographical center of the European continent, and one of the oldest cities in Europe, was used as the capital of Poland from 700 AD to the end of the 16th century. Even today, it is extremely important An industrial city and transportation hub—because of its geographically important position, this city has been ravaged by wars throughout the ages, but it can always stand tall on the European continent.

At present, as the capital of the German-occupied area, there are the largest number of combat troops and construction corps stationed here. Various military buildings full of political symbolism have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Small camps are being built around a small town called Auschwitz-Birkenau.

The train crossed the bridge across the Vistula River, and the first rays of sunlight were rushing towards Nelson from the top of the distant hill, trying to dispel the shadow on the train, but obviously, it failed, and Nelson held The toothbrush stood in front of the dressing table in the bathroom, rubbing his back molars with sleepy eyes, and suddenly his whole body shivered, and a bone-chilling chill hit him.

"Hiss—" He immediately came to his senses, as if he had smashed it too hard, and his right gum was poked out.

"Heal quickly." White's voice came from behind Nelson. He felt a refreshment in his mouth, and the wound seemed to be healed. He turned around and saw White, who was wearing a chicken nest head, was putting away his wand. She also had a toothbrush in her mouth, and seemed to be queuing. Seeing Nelson looking at her, White took the toothbrush away and asked, "Do you know what Poland is rich in? I want to bring a gift for Barry."

"Center?"

"What?"

"No, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue." Nelson turned around and spit out the last sip of mouthwash, cleaned up his teeth and water cup, turned around and said seriously, "Poland's specialty is amber, and besides that, the specialty here is also available in Germany. "

"I'll just bring him a gun studded with amber, so that he won't be caught by Muggles again." White walked sideways to the dressing table, and took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his pocket as if moving house, in order from small to large Code to the stage, "Are you okay? Can you move your seat? I'm fed up with the food on the train. When I woke up this morning, I felt a taste of sauerkraut in my mouth."

"You've never seen anything worse." Nelson leaned against the mirror outside the bathroom, shrugged, and suggested, "There's no need for a gun, you may not know about Muggle weapons, and guns can go off. You can buy him an amber trinket... just a cane, I don't want to have the same thing as a married man."

"What married man?" White's ears were a little red, her tone sounded a little annoyed, she waved her sleeves, the door of the bathroom was closed heavily in front of Nelson, and a faint voice came from inside, "Engagement, engagement , can it be called married?"

"Then let's get divorced, or how about being widowed?" Andre, wearing pajamas and a coat, pushed open the door of the room and walked out with a water glass in his hand. Hearing the conversation between the two, he interjected playfully.

"Not to mention that! You old widower!" The bathroom door flew open again, and White angrily poked his head out and cursed.

"Look, she's in a hurry." Andre spread his hands and yawned, "Morning, Nelson, how come you and her have such a good relationship all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it's because we have the same enemy." Nelson spread his hands like him, then pushed open the door of his room and walked in, "Good morning, I'm going to change my clothes."

"Who isn't?" Andre said weakly outside the door, "Life will always be our enemy, by the way, you pack up and salute by the way, after dinner, we'll be there in an hour."

...

The train passed through bare fields and burning villages. Along the way, German soldiers in uniform could be seen escorting the displaced Polish people. Nelson sat at the dining table, looking out the window at the scorched earth that was constantly devastated by the war. Gradually loses flavor.

The tragedies around were constantly drawn into view, and strange noises that sounded like wind but not like wind whistled in my ears, which made the atmosphere on the dining table depressing.

Zweig sat quietly at the dining table, folded his hands on his knees, and did not drink or eat like an ascetic monk.

"Ahem," he realized that the atmosphere around him was a bit dull, he cleared his throat, "Why don't you talk? Since we are on the train, I will tell you a joke about the train. There is a train bound for Siberia... "

"?" A lock of hair on Nelson's head gradually bent into a question mark, his eyes widened, "How could you..."

"I always have," Zweig said slowly, ignoring the surprised looks Andre and White looked at him, in his characteristic low voice, "and I like your jokes very much, I think they are better than any I have ever heard." A lot of the jokes are far better."

"Ding dong——" the doorbell of the carriage rang suddenly, and someone shouted from outside, "Sirs, we will arrive at the station soon."

"Okay!" Andre shouted to the door, then got up and picked up his coat from the coat rack, put it on his arm, and patted Nelson on the shoulder, "Let's go."

The train stops outside the old city of Krakow. The popularity here is in stark contrast to the Berlin station. There are no passengers on the platform. There is only a soldier in a German military uniform leaning against a pillar with a gun. Dozed off on the morning, when he heard the siren, he stood up quickly to salute, but almost fell down.

"Long live!" He raised his right arm high, standing next to the crowd that filed out, like a sculpture with poor technique.

Facing this station is the Florian City Gate built in the early 14th century. Two small city towers with golden statues stand on both sides of the dark and tall city wall. The city walls are covered with colorful pictures. Layer upon layer, under the scribbles of modern children may be the brushstrokes of a certain painter who was down and out a hundred years ago.

The city walls and gates basically have no defensive function in modern warfare, but more than 700 years ago, the clang of swords, lights and swords may be heard here, and the inspiring speech of a certain leader may be echoed.

"Sirs, get in the car." The gendarme at the beginning caught up and led the crowd to the two old-fashioned cars that had been waiting here.

Nelson has no interest in appreciating the exotic surroundings. This kind of old-fashioned car is driving on the old gravel road. There are only two words to describe it - bumpy. Nelson just feels nauseous. He raised his head and felt a bird spinning above his head. . The car drove slowly, passed through military restricted areas, and walked towards the depths of the hills outside the city.

"Where are we... going?" Resisting the desire to vomit, Nelson covered his mouth and said to Andre.

"Inside, that wild wizard lives in the mountains." Andre said, then suddenly covered his mouth, shook his head, and signaled that he didn't want to talk anymore.

After driving for about two hours, the two vehicles finally reached the depths of the hills, passing through a lush forest, Nelson saw a huge shadow covering the sky - a tall and dilapidated castle.

The castle seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and it has indeed been abandoned for a long time. This castle once belonged to the Kuyavia family, and this family that once ruled Poland has long since disappeared in the long river of history. Castles in the mountains are expensive to maintain , Gradually becoming uninterested, so that it is difficult to verify who the current owner is.

The roof of the castle was overgrown with grass, and some of the walls collapsed. The thick stone walls were covered with cracks dug by ivy for hundreds of years. Moss and some vines clung to it, and the surrounding windows were either broken. , or the painted paintings were covered with a thick layer of dust, and the original colors could not be seen. Only a high-rise building connected with the theme of the castle was replaced with transparent new glass, and the garden downstairs was also reclaimed into fertile fields. Flowers and some vegetables are planted.

Nelson stepped on the shadows, felt a whizzing cold wind blowing from overhead, he raised his neck, and saw, on the top of the tallest spire of the castle, there was a huge green dragon with its wings outstretched. , covering the sky and the sun, sending out a deafening scream. The dragon's roar shattered the clouds above his head, and Nelson felt his eardrums buzzing, and he understood what the uncomfortable sound he heard on the train was.

The giant dragon slightly bent its knees, tightened its wings, and the light under its feet condensed. A huge blue magic circle slowly formed with the tightening of its claws, and then suddenly expanded. It quickly made a choice. Nelson rubbed his eyes. The dragon had disappeared, and then Only then did he hear the sound of it flying away.

"Is this a dragon?" Nelson exclaimed, putting his hands over his ears.

"No, it's not." Andre frowned. This task seemed to be much more difficult than expected. "This thing is not a dragon at all."

I'm not sure who owns Krakow at this time, it should be Germany, after all, it will be October soon. If there is a fallacy, it will be revised later, but it has been traversed, and the timeline is wrong for a few days.

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