My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Since the surprise attack of the German Blitz on September 1, the German front has steadily penetrated the entire territory of Poland. Except for the Soviet Union, which suddenly entered Poland from the east on the 17th (the second day of Dumbledore’s trial in Wiesengarmo), Germany The army did not encounter any effective resistance in Poland. Although Piłsudski had used his thigh to get a well-equipped German weapon for his country in the previous ten years, but its combat effectiveness was the same as that of the same equipment. The gap between the enemy forces was too large, and it eventually became a supply for Germany to advance the front.

　　 At present, the German army at the forefront is marching towards Warsaw with these supplies seized from the Polish army. This *** country, which has also cooperated with Germany a few years ago, is in the desperate situation of subjugation and extinction. It can also be said that the Polish people are living in dire straits. The loyal and loyal people among the people are full of outrage, but they have nowhere to be effective, because they can't find their own government. Unfortunately, Poland does not have the "strongest army in Europe". Such a powerful combat power, the epic tactics used to preserve the vitality of the rehearsal of Dunkirk's Great Retreat, can't be talked about.

　　 The slider on the wheel of the train made a sound of "besides". In the early morning of the third day of the train, it finally approached the destination of this trip——

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

At present, as the capital of the German occupation zone, it houses the largest number of combat troops and construction corps. Various military buildings full of political symbolism are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. In places further south, there are some unified systems. Small camps are being established 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 hill in the distance, trying to disperse the shadows on the train, but it was obvious that it had failed, and Nelson held it in his mouth. Standing in front of the dressing table in the bathroom, the toothbrush was smashing his back molars with his sleepy eyes, and suddenly his whole body was irritated, and a deep chill came to him.

　　 "Hiss——" He immediately woke up and seemed to pound too hard, and his right gum was poked.

"Quick healing." White's voice came from behind Nelson. He felt a refreshing in his mouth. The wound seemed to heal. He turned around and saw White with the head of the henhouse putting away his wand, her mouth He also had a toothbrush in his hand, and seemed to be in line. Seeing Nelson looking at her, White took the toothbrush away and asked, "Do you know what Poland is rich in? I want to bring Barry a gift."

　　 "Center?"

"what?"

"No, missed the mouth, missed the mouth." Nelson turned around and spit out the last mouthwash, cleaned his teeth and the water cup, turned and said seriously, "The Polish specialty is amber. In addition, the specialty here is also available in Germany. "

"I will bring him a gun studded with amber, lest he be caught by Muggles again." White walked sideways to the dressing table, as if moving house, he took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his pocket, from small to large. Step onto the stage, "Are you all right? Can you move your position? I'm fed up with food on the train. When I got up this morning, I felt a smell of sauerkraut in my mouth."

"You haven't seen it more unpalatable." Nelson leaned against the mirror outside the bathroom, shrugged, and suggested, "The gun is unnecessary. You may not understand Muggle weapons. The firearms may go wrong. You can buy him an amber trinket... forget it with the cane, I don’t want to get the same thing as a married man."

"What married man?" White's ears were a little red, and her tone sounded a little frustrated. She waved her sleeves and the bathroom door was closed in front of Nelson. A looming voice came from inside, "Betrothed, betrothed." , Can you be called married?"

　　 "What about divorce, or widowed?" Andrei put on his pajamas and put on a coat, holding a water glass and pushing the door of the room out, he heard the conversation between the two and interjected playfully.

　　 "That won't work! You old widower!" The bathroom door popped open again, and White came out angrily and cursed.

　　 "Look, she is in a hurry." Andre spread his hands and yawned, "Morning, Nelson, how come your relationship with her suddenly becomes so good?"

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

　　 "Who isn't it?" Andre said weakly outside the door, "Life will always be our enemy. By the way, you will pack your salute by the way, and you will be there in an hour after you finish your meal."

　　……

As the train passed through bare fields and burning villages, there were well-groomed German soldiers escorting displaced Polish people everywhere. Nelson was sitting at the dinner table, looking out the window at the scorched earth that was constantly ravaged by the war, and the cereal in his mouth was also Gradually lose the taste.

　　 The horror around me kept bringing to my eyes, and there was a weird sound like the sound of the wind but not the sound of the wind in my ears, which made the atmosphere on the dining table become suppressed.

　　Zweig sits quietly at the table, with his hands folded on his lap, like an ascetic monk without eating or eating.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat when he noticed that the surrounding atmosphere was a little dull. "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 bunch of hair on top of Nelson's head gradually bends into question marks, his eyes widened, "How could you..."

"I always do," Zweig said slowly in his unique low voice, ignoring the surprised eyes of Andre and White looking at him, "and I like your jokes very much, I think they are better than I have heard. Many jokes are much better."

　　 "Ding Dong——" The doorbell of the carriage rang suddenly, and someone shouted from outside, "Several sirs, I will be there soon."

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

The train stopped outside the Old Town of Krakow. The popularity here was in stark contrast with the station in Berlin. There was no passenger on the platform, only one soldier in German uniform leaned against the pillar with a gun. He dozed off and heard the whistle. He quickly stood up to salute, but almost fell.

　　 "Hurrah!" He raised his right arm and stood beside the crowd of people, like a sculpture with crappy techniques.

Opposite this station is the Florian Gate built in the early 14th century. On both sides of the dark and tall city wall are two small towers with golden statues. The walls are painted with colorful pictures. Stacked, underneath this modern children's graffiti may be the brushstrokes of a desolate painter a hundred years ago.

　　 City walls and gates have basically no defensive role in modern warfare, but more than seven hundred years ago, there may be clanging sounds of swords, lights, and swords, or the inspiring speeches of a certain leader.

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

Nelson has no intention of admiring the exotic surroundings. This old-fashioned car driving on the old gravel road can only be described in two words-bumpy, Nelson just feels vomiting, he raised his head and felt a bird spinning above his head. . The car drove slowly, passing through military restricted areas, towards the deep hills outside the city.

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

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

After driving for about two hours, the two cars finally drove to the depths of this hill~www.readwn.com~ Through a lush forest, Nelson saw a huge shadow that obscured the sky-a tall and dilapidated building. Old 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 Cuyavian family, and this family that once dominated Poland has long disappeared in the long river of history. The maintenance of the castle in the deep mountains is expensive. , Gradually became 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 heavy stone walls were covered with cracks dug hard by ivy over the centuries. Moss and some vines clung to it, and the surrounding windows were either broken. , Or the painting is covered with a thick layer of dust, the original color can not be seen, only one tall building connected to the castle theme is replaced with translucent new glass, and the garden downstairs has also been cultivated into fertile land. Plant flowers and some vegetables.

Nelson stepped on the shadow and felt a swishing cold wind blowing from above his head. He raised his neck and saw that at the top of the highest spire of the castle, there was a green dragon entrenched, with its wings spread out. , Covering the sky and obscuring the sun, issued a deafening scream. The dragon roar shattered the clouds above his head, and Nelson felt his eardrum humming, and he understood what the uncomfortable sound he heard on the train was.

The dragon bends its knees slightly, tightens its wings, and the light under its feet condenses. With the tightening of its claws, a huge blue circle slowly takes shape, then suddenly expands, and quickly chooses. Nelson rubs his eyes. The dragon has disappeared. He only heard the sound of it flying away through the air.

　　 "Is this a dragon?" Nelson sighed, putting his hands on his ears.

　　 "No, it's not." Andre frowned. This mission seemed much more difficult than he thought, "This thing is not a dragon at all."