My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you miss me? Helbo?"

Nelson, who had returned to his residence from the cemetery, lay back on the bed, took out Riddle's ring and held it in his hand. When the mist swallowed his body, he couldn't wait to open his mouth to a pale void.

One was placed in Auschwitz, it was time to come to trouble.

"Of course, my master."

The mist in front of Nelson's eyes cleared. At this moment, he was in a pure white palace. The despicable Helbo was standing in front of him. He was wearing a straight black butler suit, and he was bowing his head from the long table in front of him. Pulled out a huge chair, that chair can no longer be called a "chair", but like a throne, it has no chair legs, solid steel under the cushion, and the back of the chair that is more than two meters high is outlined with complexity. The pattern-a cluster of entangled, end-to-end venomous snakes, each eye of each snake gleams like a gem in this pale palace.

"It seems that even if you have been locked up here for so many years, things outside are still very clear."

"What are you talking about?" Helbo asked cautiously, "My master, for so many years, for me, you are the only light that shines in from outside."

"Interesting, your suit is very beautiful." Nelson snorted coldly. He raised his left hand and reached into the sleeve of another long wizard robe. He held the knuckle of the little finger of his right hand and rubbed it like a ring, faintly. Seeing that there is a trace of emerald green there, "For you ancient Greek wizards, is this style too advanced?"

Helbo lowered his head as if he hadn't heard anything, noticed this scene with the corner of his eye, he was delighted, his face showed a ferocious smile, but he immediately bent his waist lower and moved the whole picture. With his face buried between his knees, he said in an extremely humble tone: "My respected master, this is the throne I built for you. Please sit down!"

"Don't mess with these boring things. In the illusion, this kind of thing can be squeezed out in a second." Nelson sneered, or walked over, standing in front of Helbo, who was almost on the ground, politely Asked, "Can you give me a hand? I can't get through if you stand here."

"Okay! Okay..." Helbo hurriedly stood up, nodded repeatedly, and kept moving back, his eyes never moving away from Nelson's left hand.

"Yes, it fits your aesthetics," Nelson looked at the huge metal throne, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the armrest cushioned with some unknown animal fur. With gentle pressure, it immediately turned into a white chair-shaped ball. The fog collapsed, he raised his hand and held it imaginarily, and a simple small chair appeared on the ground. He sat on the floor and commented, "It's so ugly."

Helbo gritted his teeth and did not let Nelson see his expression clearly. He lay down on the ground and apologized: "My fault...my master..."

"Since you used to be a famous dark wizard, now you are lying on the ground like a dog." Nelson smiled and stroked Helbo's hair and said, "I'll give you a name, Voldemort, what do you think? Note: see what the author said)

"Thank you, master..."

"Okay, kidding, something like you is not worthy of this name." Nelson waved his hand, reached out his right hand from the sleeve, and placed it in front of Helbo, and asked, "Do you know what this scar is about? The emblem you gave me turned into a snake, and it became like this after biting me."

Haierbo raised his head, and Nelson saw his face clearly—he was ordinary in appearance, and he belonged to the look that would be forgotten when he turned his head. He looked about twenty years old, and his face was pale but revealed a tragic green color. The sparse black hair on the top of his head also has a green light. His iris and sclera are the same color, and his eyes are like two dark black holes. They don't distinguish between whites of eyes and pupils like normal people. It looks strange and scary.

At this moment, the ecstasy that emerged from the pair of pure black eyes could even be felt by Nelson. Helbo's whole body was shaking like chaff, his throat suffocated and his mouth was grinning like a snake to an unimaginable size. He stretched out his trembling right hand, grabbed Nelson's little finger like lightning, and squeezed the base of his finger with his nails. Nelson was in pain and kicked his face.

"Stupid, ignorant, arrogant..." Helbo's face was stepped on by Nelson, and the cold and hissing voice made people shudder. He lifted the stepped head, and his two black eyes stared at Nelson's. By the side of his face, he wants to frustrate this kid who has caused him so much humiliation!

The humbleness and compromise that Haerbo had before was nothing more than a disguise before he escaped, and at this moment, the key to the gate of freedom was being sent by the goddess of fate in his hand.

"Stupid guy, do you want to control Master Helbo?" His voice changed, as if hundreds of people were talking together, men and women, young and old, sharp and low, and all kinds of tones changed from his voice at the same time. It is emitted from the mouth, and is forcibly coupled together to produce a kind of physiologically uncomfortable sound.

He grabbed the right hand of Nelson's fingers and pressed his nails deeply into his skin. Drops of red blood dripped slowly, falling on the pale ground of the palace and fainting. He was quickly absorbed by the mist, but the mist seemed to be lost. Repelling this kind of living blood, the ground where the blood stains dripped was quickly eroded into black traces, accompanied by a scorched smell of white smoke.

"Are you sure you don't let go?" Nelson didn't care about the pain in his hand, he asked coldly, "I can forgive you for your disrespect this time, but—"

"Enough! Ants!" Haierbo uttered a high-pitched roar like a chorus, shaking Nelson's tympanic membrane. He stretched out his excessively long tongue and licked his lips, like a poisonous snake that was delighted to hunt. Staring at Nelson carefully, "How young, handsome and full of talent **, your contribution, Master Helbo likes it very much, so I won't torture you..."

"Are you afraid of my body being hurt?" Nelson asked curiously, "Do you want to occupy my body, but don't you want to be like you, ugly, old, with little hair, and a little bit disabled? "

"Show me your fear! I want your life now!" Hearbo heard Nelson's question and almost turned his back. He was so humiliated by this young wizard for thousands of years. Yang Qigong had broken the gong, and he cursed a little angrily, and then let out a disgusting laughter of "hehehe", "I want to draw out your soul, tortured..."

"Are you in a hurry? It's true that the dark wizard's mind is not clear." Nelson was sitting in a chair. He was now acting like a girl who was being proposed. There was even time to use another free hand from another. He took out a small tomato from his pocket and threw it in his mouth, "Can you explain the principle to me? How do you occupy my body and then torture me? Can you knock me down by imagination?"

"You!" Haierbo laughed angrily. "It seems that you still don't understand your current situation. The optimistic wizards like you are basically dead."

"Didn't I control your Horcrux and become your master?"

"Are you still dreaming? Poor child..." Helbo looked at Nelson's face with some sympathy, and said softly, "When you become a ghost, I will tell you the principle of this matter."

"So let your little green snake bite me, is that your plan?" Nelson didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, and instead wanted to discuss with Helbo with a lot of fun.

Haierbo didn't want to talk to this innocent person anymore. He forced his right hand, and his entire arm started from his shoulder, emitting a glowing green light, and slowly spreading towards the hand connected to Nelson.

Nelson watched this scene, stunned. He didn't resist. He just sat on the spot and watched Helbo's arm turn green all over, and then—

"What then? That's it?" Nelson stared at Helbo's greener right hand, looking more anxious than him. "What's the next step? Will you go in like a green light?"

Helbo's frantic face froze, becoming as stiff as the soles of Nelson's shoes clinging to the bridge of his nose, and the shaking of his arms became stronger.

"Remove your dirty hands." Nelson's curious baby's expression disappeared. He lifted the foot that had stepped on Helbo's face and kicked it out again, using his full strength.

Helbo, who was already thin, lay down like a gourd on the ground. He still stared at Nelson's little finger, and nothing could be seen in his dark eyes.

"Surprise?" Nelson took off his wizard robe, put it on the back of the chair, untied the waistcoat, knit the sleeves of the shirt up, and put his left hand into the pocket of the wizard robe on the back of the chair. Inside, drew out a straight and slender black wand.

An incredibly strong emotion burst into Helbo's eyes. He stretched out his arm and pointed at the wand in Nelson's hand, making strange syllables like a jam.

"Wand, I didn't expect it." Nelson raised the wand with his left hand and showed it to Helbo, then held it with his right hand, "There are more surprises, look forward to it."

"Clear water is like a spring." With the completion of the spell, a stream of water burst out from the tip of the stick, washing the little finger of Nelson's right hand, and the water flowing across the finger was stained with a hint of green, and it flowed to the ground again, lost in fog absorb.

"Simple painting technique, but it requires certain practice, otherwise it will be easy to draw crookedly." He walked to Haierbo's side, squatted down, and stretched out his white right hand to dangle in front of Haier's eyes.

Having said that, he stood up, walked back to the chair he had been sitting on before, picked up the wizard's robe on the back of the chair, stretched out his wand and rushed towards the chair and clicked it. It was bigger than the one made by Helbo at the beginning. The solemn throne appeared under Nelson. He sat up, draped his robe casually, put one leg on the other, leaned on the back of the chair, and asked softly, "Do you think about how to redeem it?"

Haierbo lay on the spot and did not speak. He was a little skeptical of life. From the time when the extra Horcrux was discovered, he was played by the young wizard in front of him. He simply closed his eyes and lay down ready to be beaten.

Nelson didn't say a word, just put his right hand on the armrest of the throne, and leaned his body against his right hand, staring with interest at the Haierbo who looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"My great master!" Haierbo suddenly jumped up from the ground, turned to face Nelson, and lay down, raised his head nervously, and asked in a hopeful tone, "Since your humble servant's trick hasn't worked, Explain that you, being cautious, powerful and intelligent, must have not personally taken the risk to get my unimportant Horcrux. I can offer a kind of safety—"

"Are you talking about this?"

With a friendly smile, Nelson stretched his hand into the pocket of the wizard's robe. After looking for it for a long time, he found out a green, peculiar ring in the shape of a ouroboros, and tossed it between his hands, his pocket. There are a lot of debris and small metal **** inside, and the surface of this brand new ring a few days ago is already covered with small scratches.

"Your craftsmanship is very rough, I didn't even think about adding some anti-scratch magic to it." Nelson commented, holding the ring with one hand and showing it to Helbo, "Look, it's all scratches."

Haierbo looked at the ring distressedly, feeling it silently, and suddenly trembled with fear, and asked in a high-pitched voice: "Master...I...my soul..."

"It's in a very safe place. I didn't bring it." Nelson took the ring back and threw it back into his pocket. Helbo's eyes walked with his hand, and he felt that his divided soul might have been wiped out. In his eyes, Nelson is the most cruel person of this era. He has put Nelson's threat above Grindelwald, who visits regularly every month.

"I suggest you change the method of atonement." Nelson suggested, "or you can pray that I don't care about your ambush and previous offenses at Auschwitz."

"I am willing to present the magic book that records what I have learned in my life, and tell you the buried place of my heritage. There are no traps there, and only a small spell can be entered..." Haierbo wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead. A thick book gradually took shape in his hands, and his heart was indignant (Hailbo: I just want to live what I have sinned!), but his tone became more and more flattering, "Master, you can have mine as long as you move your fingers. Everything ~www.readwn.com~ clichés." Nelson snorted and suddenly appeared in front of Helbo and took the book from his hand, turning a page casually, it was disgusting black magic, he frowned. It took a lot of effort for the boss to find a slightly more normal-looking enchantment from the corner. According to the description, this enchantment can make the enemy lose the ability to cast spells.

Nelson flipped through the book in disgust, but Haierbo looked at him dumbfounded, and sighed, "Great Master, you can apparate in the illusion." Then he reluctantly confided the location of his treasure.

Nelson pointed his magic wand at him, muttering words, tried the spell he had just seen, and saw a tightly fitted iron mask buttoned on Haierbo's face.

He nodded in satisfaction and said to Helbo:

"nobody"

"than me"

"Understand better"

"Blurred illusion."

Nelson corroborated his words with an exaggerated body language, and then disappeared into the palace in a blink of an eye.

Haierbo looked at the huge throne in front of him, not daring to approach it.

On the roof of the Black Tower Library, Nelson lying on the bed dropped the magic book into his pocket and laughed at himself:

"How good I am there, there will be more dishes." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 111 Fashionable value, X can be installed and combat effectiveness is significantly positively correlated. Green Reading-My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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