My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

But what did I see from the window? No more than some hats and coats, and under the hats and coats may be some ghosts or some disguised people, moved only by springs.

- Descartes, "Meditations on First Philosophy"

...

Facing the crowd of people crowded on the top of the hill, Andrei's old eyes overflowed with two tears. He has never seen such a fragile moment in his faith. In the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of a soft felt hat , on the head of the young man who saved the world, he is handsome, calm, full of charm, very much like Grindelwald who almost changed an era.

That hat... Andre's consciousness was a little fuzzy. He remembered that hat belonged to a student he admired and loved the most. Like the two people on the steps, he was ambitious, full of energy, and had a large group He is surrounded by companions, but he alone lacks the power to change the world, so his dream is always left in Trier, ups and downs in the crowd, and Andre thought that person had already disappeared from everyone, Until he received an unacceptable funeral invitation seven years ago, did he remember the man who asked him to take care of his junior, was it Tom Riddle?

"Jonas..."

A bead of sweat dripped from the forehead of Andre, and dripped resoundingly on Grindelwald's leather shoes on the silent mountain top. Reality and memory were separated at this moment, and he couldn't understand the sudden vacancy in his heart. Feeling empty and suffocated, everything suddenly became so unreal.

There are always thoughts going on in people's minds, they are so deep that whether magic, sword, bullet or annihilation can dissolve, the old man's eyes go dark and his back curls up in pain.

"What's the matter with you, Andrei."

Grindelwald sensed Andre's weakness, and stretched out his hand to him, but Andre blocked him. He didn't want the man he was following to the death to bend down, raise his head, widen his eyes, and use tears filled with tears Pupil stared at Grindelwald imploringly.

"Well, as you wish, Andre."

Grindelwald pursed his lips, stopped bending over, and raised his chin, responding to the saints' allegiance.

"Tell us," Andre carefully wiped away the tears that dripped on the leather shoes with his cuffs. It glistened like it had just been taken off the shoemaker's workbench, and a big smile appeared on his hideous face , "Your order, Lord Grindelwald."

"I……"

Grindelwald lowered his voice, and reached the ears of every saint with a pleading tone. The mark of the Deathly Hallows was still shining in the air, and more and more saints gathered here. He felt astonished in a tone he had never heard before, but his heart couldn't help beating violently.

"I hope you can help me to find the traces left by people who don't exist. This is a fantasy plan and an impossible task."

"clear."

Andre's resounding response resounded through the Scottish Highlands, just like the scene where countless black shadows in full suits flew away in the fire that burned Paris when Grindelwald announced his return eighteen years ago.

Tom witnessed all this from the perspective of a bystander, and seemed to respond to his doubts. Before leaving, Andre raised his head, stared at his hat and left a sentence:

"Nothing is impossible for a saint."

"Really? I'll wait and see."

Tom held on to the brim of the hat, pressing the place where its owners liked to press it, feeling the warmth passed down from generation to generation by a family singing in blood and fire.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Looking at the empty hilltop again, and the summoning order of the saints dissipating above the heads of the two, Grindelwald raised his wand and said seriously, "What we feel is incongruous, in the eyes of most people, is normal .”

"Chocolate frog card," Tom narrowed his eyes, "back in the present, I watched a card duel of wizards, and one of the kids used Gnar's card, before you asked an octogenarian to shine his shoes At that time, I seriously thought about my experience. During the period from the end of Haierbo to the celebration banquet, my memory was blank. I didn't know what I had experienced, but when I woke up, everything changed. "

"Who isn't?" Grindelwald shook his head, "After I asked Andre about Albus's recent situation, I seemed to have parted ways with this world from that moment on, and it became more and more incoherent, more and more Fractured and frightened me more and more, like the first time I saw a Muggle plane or cannon outwit a wizard in a prophetic omen, it escaped my grasp."

"Incongruence is the best news for us, Grindelwald."

Tom's eyes were burning, and there was a fighting spirit in his eyes that exceeded any moment in his long life of more than 2,000 years. He took out a picture of chocolate frogs that he had collected in his student days from his arms, and wiped the steps with his fingertips. The cards opened like trestles. , he quickly pulled out the card of Potions Master Horace Slughorn from it, and pointed to a line of obtrusive explanation squeezed in the text: Working with Nicole Flamel to discover the ten treasures of dragon's blood One use, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"If the world is harmonious and unified, we are two hysterical lunatics, but it is the existence of disharmony that gives us our last hope. Their existence is erased, but the hand that caused all this, In other words, the screenwriter is obviously not a brilliant writer. The evidence of their existence affects the past of everyone who has come into contact with them. life, but abruptly."

Grindelwald's eyes quickly flicked over the cards that Tom had spread out, and there was no Dumbledore in it.

"When he was on trial in Norway, Albus told me," Grindelwald smiled, "that he didn't care what the Wizengamot had to do with him, or how much his reputation was taken from him, as long as he didn't get caught out of chocolate. Just take it off the frog card, but I'm afraid he will be disappointed."

"It's all right, they'll come back," said Tom softly, stroking the yew wand, "I don't know who it is, but I'll make him pay."

"I clearly remember how much Nelson has brought to this era. The magic factory, the alchemy props that got rid of wizards, and the abolition of the secrecy law. They are too profound and will definitely leave clues."

Grindelwald raised his wand, and black fireworks shot out from the tip of the wand. His ingenuity was enough to help him find the major events and subsequent influences that best represented Nelson and Dumbledore in a short time. The command fell into the hands of the saints in a firework that flew around the world.

"I'll go by myself, I'll take the invisibility cloak with me."

Tom stood up, holding the Invisibility Cloak by the neckline and draping it over his shoulders. From the back, he looked like a man who had been cut in half.

"It didn't belong to me in the first place."

...

"Boss, your suit will be available in two days."

The bouncing girl stopped in front of the newsstand and said to the boss who came out, "Is this week's magazine here?"

"I'll save it for you," the boss said with a smile. "Little Martha, you've helped me a lot. My son has brought the wedding forward. If it's another tailor, I'm afraid I can only wish them well in an old suit."

He turned around, took out a well-hidden magazine from under a stack of publications that were not very popular, put it together with several fashion magazines, and handed it to Martha.

"Business is good recently?" the boss said while giving Martha some change, "I haven't been here for a week, this one happened to be delivered a week ago, and the content on it is the attack of the big devil Hai Erbo , this weekly magazine is just like a newspaper, after the time has passed, it will lose its timeliness, and the latest issue will be delivered in the afternoon."

"Even if it's outdated, it's still novel to me."

"I heard people say that you came back from the battlefield? Have you seen what the big devil looks like?"

The boss didn't wait for an answer because Martha had already run away.

"The Quibbler", a magazine that has sprung up in recent years, is widely welcomed by wizards and Muggle readers because of its important role in the abolition of the "International Statute of Secrecy" and its outspoken stance and mission.

It was also the favorite publication of Martha, a seamstress who had recently risen to fame in London.

"I wonder if Myrtle has recovered?"

Holding the special fountain pen that came with the magazine, she flipped through it quickly, waiting a few seconds longer for the page that mentioned her childhood friend Tom, and finally stopped at the last page of the magazine.

The handwriting of different readers flashed quickly, which is also the favorite part of every "Quieker" reader.

"I'm really curious which genius created this amazing magazine?"

She had similar doubts to most readers. After thinking about it, she stood on the side of the street and wrote in the margin of the last page: Does anyone know who founded this magazine?

As her handwriting replaced the original first line of sign-in, the sign-in and check-in message that flashed by quickly froze for a moment.

In the next second, heated discussions broke out, and readers were equally curious about this topic that troubled most people.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this question?"

"Me too, I even know the answer."

"Bragging, didn't some people say that the editorial department was afraid of being assassinated by Aurors, so they hid themselves?"

"What year is your old almanac? The secrecy laws are abolished, who will assassinate them? The readers of the Ministry of Magic can't wait to send them blades to remind them to change!"

"Speaking of which, I feel as if I have discussed this topic in the first issue. Is this the sense of déjà vu?"

Martha froze for a moment, and a picture of a chocolate frog that came with the magazine slipped from the gap at the waist of the book. This is a habit that has only recently emerged from "The Quibbler". This magazine had been printed before Haierbo's death. It was a gift stuffed in a week ago. Martha didn't have the habit of collecting pictures, but she still opened the paper package and picked up the pictures inside.

There seemed to be a familiar person on the picture, but when it was completely presented in Martha's eyes, the faint golden color quickly dissipated, leaving only a simple outline in an instant, and the words were also blurred into a ball of ink stains. She felt empty in her heart. , panting for a while while leaning on the street lamp.

"Wrong card? Strange..."

...

"Bang bang bang!"

In the corner of the festive Hogsmeade village, the door of the deserted Pig's Head pub was closed tightly, and a hasty knock on the door broke the musty silence in the pub.

"Get lost! I told you not to go to that shit celebration party."

"Bang bang bang!"

The people outside the door seemed a little impatient, and the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard.

"It's all said, get out!"

Aberforth lifted his drunken head, grabbed the beer bottle in hand, and threw it hard towards the door.

"boom!"

This "knock on the door" was countless times louder than before. He opened his drunken eyes and saw a figure who had kicked the door open, holding the wine bottle he had thrown, and walking towards him against the dust that was raised.

"Uh... ah, Tom," Aberforth's face was flushed with alcohol, "our hero, don't you cut the cake, come to me and have a hiccup... Butterbeer?"

"Aberforth, where is the thing I asked you to bring back?"

"belch……"

Aberforth burped heavily, pointed to the counter behind him, and said, "See that glass? It's in there."

Tom approached the bar and saw on the table a large tin beer mug that had been wiped clean and was out of place in the Hog's Head, with a pile of silver shavings and a few pieces of rotten wood in it, and seeing Tom pick up the mug, Aberforth smiled and raised his empty right hand high, shouting, "Cheers! Oh...damn, I just threw the bottle at you."

Tom shook his head, and the wine glass disappeared in his hand. He looked at the dark and dirty furnishings in the bar, and the vomit all over the floor, covered his nose, and said, "Do you know where Alphard is? I just went to find him , his sister told me that he came to see you after leaving the celebration party."

"Is that the kid who was almost... hiccup... crushed to death with me?" Aberforth rubbed his eyes, "He went to Egypt, and he wants me to go with him, shit, that damn place What is there to do?"

In the corner of the bar, Tom saw a picture frame made of splintered wood. A girl in a skirt stood in the picture frame and cast a beseeching look at Tom. He nodded and understood Aberforth. What exactly happened.

"You don't think Ariana was accidentally injured in the duel between you and Grindelwald?"

Aberforth froze, and after a while, he pointed at the door and yelled, "Get out!"

"You really have confidence in yourself, Aberforth, what kind of onion are you? A duel with Grindelwald? What is the duel? Who will vomit more after drinking in the competition?"

"You...how could I call—"

"I really admire you, Aberforth," Tom realized. As Dumbledore's younger brother and the one who brought back Nelson's sword and wand, Aberforth is very likely to be with himself and Grindelwald. Same, "You can accept reality quite well, don't you think there is something wrong? In the old house of a family of four in Godrico Valley, two of the five chairs are for your left and right ass, right? ?”

Aberforth raised his head abruptly, where is there any hint of drunkenness in his scorching eyes?

"I'm going to find Alphard. If you want to follow, you'd better move fast."

...

"Captain Jack, I really don't understand. Is it really not unlucky to name an ocean liner Icarus? What's the difference between calling it Titanic? The picture of the captain is still hanging on the old crooked neck tree at the entrance of the Ship Museum Come on, my lord captain! How about we change to another one, such as the Angel Baby?"

"Let me tell you, this name is very particular. Back then..."

"What happened back then? My lord captain, why didn't you speak anymore? Has the wax on your old mouth melted?"

...

Grindelwald flipped through the chocolate frog picture left by Tom over and over again, trying to find traces of Dumbledore in it, but after flipping through it over and over again, the disappointment in his heart became stronger and stronger. I felt the ancient magic contained in this pair of cards that had already been turned over.

This is the chocolate frog picture that Nelson gave to Pythia and finally fell into the hands of Tom. With the efforts of ancient Greek wizards, each picture hides an ignorant and incomplete soul, which guides the direction of the North Sea. , depicting the appearance of a silver giant who once represented hope.

...

"I swear I actually discussed this with someone in the first issue!"

The words were quickly refreshed in Martha's pocket, and people's discussions were also heated up under the conflicting views.

"Are you going to show evidence?"

"I'm at the scene right now, at the entrance of the main venue of the Paris Wizard Expo. If you have the ability to come here by yourself, I will show you!"