Chapter 605 Interrogation

"really not bad."

Tom looked at the big hole blown out by Nelson, quickly looked away, and said, "I thought you were dead."

"Good people die young."

Nelson shook his head, fastened his hat that was loose due to the shaking of the deck, squinted his eyes and looked around the dilapidated city around him. Jokunda felt that his eyes were a little different, but Tom's expression remained the same, even a little Xianxin helped to dismember Moran who was howling.

Twilight is approaching, although the clear sky still retains the color of the sun, the dots of starlight have begun to blink, and above the heads of several people, they are arranged in a matrix to respectfully watch their waking Creator, and hide The days in the clouds are different, they no longer hide their tallness, Alexander's body is slowly raised in the "dance" of Nelson waving his magic wand like a conductor, black silt is discharged by the increasingly compact body structure, and spreads all over the body Around the exhaust vents, there was a billowing black smoke like a coking coal field-this is a smell that wizards have never smelled, it only belongs to the chimneys of the roaring factories around the bustling cities.

Zweig's treatment seemed to have had its effect as well. Nelson closed his eyes with a smile on his lips, and the documents in the office were indeed seen by the person who should have found them.

In the alley far away, Zweig hugged the boy's frail body tightly in his arms, but the black magic power condensed into him had already faded, and thin mucus slipped from his fingertips, dripping on the There was no shadow on the ground, and those interlocking memories flew uncontrollably to the sky after breaking away from the chains, attracted by the silent and huge figure, and drifted leisurely towards it.

Zweig squeezed his fist, but nothing could stop the boy from disappearing, and then he could only cheer Barry up, no matter what others did for him, he had to fight for his life by himself.

Looking at the completely melted boy in his arms, he thought of a few mornings ago, shortly after Nelson took Moody out of the house, Nelson, who had almost melted and was carrying a briefcase, suddenly appeared in front of him.

...

"I know you're a good man, Zweig, otherwise you wouldn't be able to teach me the Patronus Charm," this "Nelson" was dripping water on the ground while talking, and was as short as a goblin, dripping water At the same time, it became smaller and smaller, "I'll take a look at you while I'm free today."

"I heard that you have already graduated from the British Ministry of Magic." Zweig's tone was a little blunt, and Nelson didn't even want to see him in person. He said a little annoyed, "Didn't you always avoid me before?"

"I can't make up new jokes, Zweig," said Nelson, who had shrunk to the size of a child, and the baggy suit looked ridiculous on him, and the small briefcase was big enough to be a tower shield. Covering his body in the same way, "I'm going to start an adventure that I have to participate in. I don't know when I will come back, and I don't worry about it."

"You still know how to care about him? Do you know that he is going to die?"

"I respect Barry's choice, Zweig, but I haven't had time to tell him his grandpa's last words," Nelson shook his head, the top of his head was out of sight under the cover of his briefcase, "everyone I could find seemed to be I got stuck on something at the same time, so I want to ask you one thing."

"Go ahead."

"You should be able to see me in Berlin soon," Nelson's voice was getting quieter, "I hope you can keep the sight of the intrusion into the Department of Mysteries in my office, where you can find A What Mundo Dippet left to Barry, I really feel sorry for this guy. He has been manipulated by his grandfather for a lifetime, and at the last moment he has to accept the rescue of the person he fears the most. I don’t know what it will do to him. Is it torture or redemption..."

Nelson's voice disappeared completely, and the briefcase fell into the puddle with a "pop". Zweig bent down, picked up the light package, and looked at the rapidly evaporating puddle of water on the ground, only having time to sigh with emotion for a few seconds. , and quickly rushed to the closet in the room to search for his bottles and jars with lightning speed.

He didn't tell Nelson about the special "treatment" that Barry got. Even if this Nelson was just a puddle of water, he was enough to see from those blue eyes that he was determined for that "adventure". Barry's adventure is left to him. .

"Everyone is concerned about him by coincidence..."

Zweig smiled, stepped on the center of a circle of runes drawn by water stains on the dry ground, and closed his eyes.

...

The silently divided body began to writhe and twitch, setting off earth-shattering tremors. Under its ravages, roads twisted and collapsed, buildings toppled over, and cracks in the ground extending from under it even grew to the Outside the city, in the direction facing the two big holes, the building of the International Federation of Wizards was split in half from the middle. If you look straight along this crack, you can even see the forests and mountains in the suburbs with good eyesight. mound.

The strange thing is that one side of it seems to have regained its sanity and began to condense into shapes that people can understand, while the other half is more filled with the instinct to wreak havoc with magic power, and it begins to wreak havoc at the cost of consuming itself. The violent objects even include other people. half myself.

Its unhealed body could not maintain the huge magical power that surrounded Berlin, and the surrounding walls began to collapse and disintegrate. The walls became low and broken, and Alexander in the center of the city was getting taller and taller. In the past, it walked among the mountains and could become one of them, but now, standing in the middle of the city, it is an unattainable mountain.

Its body was roughly stretched and extended, and it looked like a skinny giant with long hands and feet. The mass of its whole body was turned into bones. The jumping furnace looks more like a human being than a machine. The muscles and bones that were originally connected by straight steel pipes are divided into human-like spines. The pipes extending from the furnace are connected to all parts of the body like blood vessels. Tom watched himself rise slowly until he was lifted into the sky, found a piece of parts that popped out of nowhere and sat on it. He watched Nelson with his eyes closed but fascinated, the Elder Wand and the black walnut wand in his His left and right hands are flying up and down, like a well-thought-out painter sketching an oil painting without line drafts. Tom can't see the changes in Alexander under his feet, but he knows that it must become grander, more beautiful, and stronger.

The city wall receded and the giant rose. Its one-eyed red eye unabashedly looked at the building divided into two halves in the clear sky where the stars and the sun coexisted. The next second, the center far away in Poland suddenly trembled, followed by What happened was that the hubs all over the world changed. The transportation of the saints stagnated for a moment and then returned to normal. They didn't know that just now, the ghost clinging to the hub woke up, and another set started almost at the same time as the hub. The system that was built, and simultaneously completed, began to function on its own without the care of wizards.

Alexander's figure was surrounded by silver rain all over the sky, and these mayflies, which were as small as smoke and dust, clustered around him, quickly filling up its exposed bones.

The wizards stationed outside the city noticed the vision that happened here, and they all showed expressions of astonishment. The meeting that could not end even when the building was divided into two was interrupted by exclamations. The daunting giant retreated in fright, and finally only a few people stood in front of the window, with uncertain expressions on their faces.

"I knew he'd be trouble...but why is he there?"

"This Williams really doesn't respect the rules. He broke the secrecy law. What does he want to do now? Are there Muggles in Berlin? Isn't he only interested in Muggles? Why do you want to get involved here?"

"What if there really are Muggles?"

"..."

The people in front of the window glanced at each other, their expressions changing rapidly.

Nelson's eyes soon stopped on the broken roof of the Kaiser William Memorial Church in the distance. After a few years, it will lose the chance to be topped because of the commemoration of the World War. This made Nelson feel a little sad. After the sun rises tomorrow, What will it be used to commemorate?

He raised his wand and pointed in the direction of the street. The city between Alexandria and Long Street, under the effect of transfiguration, receded like civilians waiting for the king to cross the street in the Middle Ages. They were obviously square buildings, but However, it added a touch of the charm of a living person. Even after the deformation, the structure of the streets and buildings was not damaged at all, as if they were living creatures, but they stood up and retreated to the side with great difficulty.

This deformation is as silky and casual as flowing water, which is a stark difference from Nelson's powerful style not long ago.

"You've finally found your magic... Nelson."

Dumbledore, who was leaning against a broken pillar and hadn't moved since the opening of the hole, finally raised his head after seeing the street parting, with a complicated expression in his eyes, but he still didn't He just patiently waited for the student to complete what he wanted to do, and even put his fist on his chest involuntarily, encouraging him silently.

The battle on the long street was presented in Nelson's eyes at a glance. What is surprising is that their deathmatch seemed to be temporarily suspended. Surrounded by hungry ghosts, they were occupied by Muggles and wizards respectively. Elite strongholds were set up at both ends of the long street to block those life-devouring monsters. Even the dementors were scattered in formation. The periphery of the street was surrounded by those hideous shadows. The food in the shadow pile was clean, which made them suspend the battle with each other who were also human beings, and began to resist these monsters in an all-round way. Only a small number of people were left to face each other behind the bunker in the middle of the street. They understood that there are endless monsters now It looked like they were going to be wiped out completely, but even if there was a chance of escape, the people at both ends of the street would not let each other go.

The Muggles brought by Jokunda were less than one-third of the original number, and all of them were killed. The dark wizards who had experienced a death fight before were even more dead and injured. Their strength is always like this. Threats can't destroy the opponent, as if the epitome of this weird world.

Tom squinted at Nelson, and began to refute Nelson's last sentence: "Oh? Good people die early? Not necessarily."

"I've done so many bad things, I'll live at least until the next century," Nelson replied. "Of course, you can live two centuries from now, you're a bad guy."

"So what did you do just now? Don't tell me that you were really ambushed by this thing?" He pointed at Moran, who was struggling and struggling, and raised his eyebrows, "It's not me, maybe Dumbledore for a second The clock will kill it."

"Renew your thinking a little bit." Nelson raised his head. The silver rain under his feet had been extinguished for most of it, and it quietly became a part of Alexander's body. In the hole is a kaleidoscope-like passage wrapped in broken mirrors, "I opened the box again, Tom, someone is like me, trying to find answers from the past, seeking help, time is really elusive Things, this story that should have been late seems to be the beginning of everything."

As Nelson parted the street like Moses divided the sea, the wizards of the International Federation of Wizards also saw what happened on the long street.

"Sure enough, there are Muggles."

"Is this guy Muggle-born?"

"No, his blood is even noble."

"Do you want to stop him?"

"If you can defend that big guy alone, I will lead someone to catch him."

"..."

"Jokunda, I heard your conversation with Tom," Nelson blinked, looked at the witch who had changed because of her choice, and said with a smile, "Thank you for everything."

"But I think..." Jokunda looked a little pessimistic at this time, "I have seen your power, but they seem even smaller. You are a prophet, but have you seen our final tragedy?"

"Are you worried about my sudden change of heart? Or what if I die?"

Jokunda said nothing, apparently acquiescing to Nelson's statement.

"Did you know that the missionary was not developed by me alone? I did the first draft of it, but I almost copied the idea of ​​the last page message board of "The Quibbler" for the rest of the design?" Nelson smiled, " I believe that the human race, which has experienced countless sufferings but can still become the master, has the possibility of eliminating prejudice and continuing into the future. Can you imagine that they will join hands for a short time like they are now? We can't foresee the vast majority of possibilities. But once the spark is lit, it is very difficult to extinguish it."

"I should have copied that into that damned teaching," Jokunda murmured.

"I'm not a god." Nelson and Tom looked at each other and grinned. "Even fate can be changed. What else do we have to fear? Keep up your spirits. I've ruined your strategy of keeping a low profile. Soon you will face the questioning of the world."