My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Among the broken walls, Zhao Wenrui leaned against a pile of bricks and tiles, and blood with a slightly darker color was constantly flowing out from between his fingers, dyeing his clothes red, and after infiltrating, it dripped like broken thread pearls. Under the masonry and mud.

There was surprise in Zhao Wenrui's expression, and he stared at the woman who was holding the dagger not far away with questioning eyes.

The woman is beautiful, innocent and sweet, but now this beauty has been destroyed by the distorted expression.

The dagger is also very beautiful, with a strange shape and a faint magic light, now it is full of blood.

"What I hate the most is your appearance, never care, never understand!" The woman was hysterical, her voice was sharp and high-pitched, and her voice was gone. The fingers holding the murder weapon were completely bloodless because of excessive force.

She looked extremely excited and angry, but it also contained fear, guilt, and confusion. It seems to be a comprehensive emotion of being helpless after a big hatred is avenged, but the problem is that Zhao Wenrui has no hatred with her.

"It seems that I am a fool who has always claimed to be smart, and I still don't understand what is wrong." Zhao Wenrui's face was calm and his voice was low.

Special weapons, real damage, and the life-saving artifacts he possessed are almost powerless.

Of course, one of the team's core, the team's most important treatment is to betray, and this attack is sufficiently targeted.

The sense of dying had begun to appear, Zhao Wenrui knew that he was running out of time, and it was time for the mastermind of the incident to show up.

Hum! Three people appeared in the empty space before.

The leader is a tall and sturdy young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a sunny temperament, but his deep eyes can make people who pay attention to details realize that his true age should not be as young as he seems.

The young man looked at Zhao Wenrui who was embarrassed, and his expression did not have the joy and pride of getting rid of the enemy, but he was still vigilant, and with a bit of sadness.

The two behind the young man, one strong and the other thin, stared at Zhao Wenrui, with fearful expressions, their weapons clenched, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Until now, the two of them couldn't fully believe that the boss of Samsara, the powerful "Dead Star Lord", just overturned in the gutter and was about to die.

That murder weapon is the Deathly Hallows-the Godslayer.

In order to create this assassination opportunity, twenty-seven reincarnation teams have joined forces, and so far they are fighting **** battles with the four great generals under the Lord's command and the Dark Legion.

Also used special rare items to exile the bodyguard and stand-in who has the title of Lord's Shadow to another world.

Even though they have done so many arrangements and have already reached this point, they still suspect that Zhao Wenrui may have a back hand.

It is indeed that this person's prestige is too prestigious, and there are many powerful reincarnations who have discovered the weakness of the Death Star Lord's main body is not strong, and a lot of actions have been taken, but all died without exception.

The weakness of the noble lord later became a pronoun for digging pits and others, and it was circulated among the reincarnations.

What about this time?

It looks like it's done!

"Human Emperor, hey, it really is no two days." Zhao Wenrui murmured.

The leader of the youth waited until it was confirmed that Zhao Wenrui's consciousness had been blurred, and then said in a low voice: "You are too arrogant. You are so arrogant that you disdain to communicate."

Looking back, Zhao Wenrui's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the woman whose bird was snuggling to the Emperor, and said contemptuously and without lack of self-deprecating: "I think people like us can survive the mission again and again. It's already a luxury..."

The voice gradually turned low, until there was no sound, Zhao Wenrui was dead! ?

From a distance came the cheers like howling ghosts and howling wolves. There were too many survivors in that voice, fortunate to vent the smell.

Once the lord dies, the army destroys itself and decides whether to win or lose.

"We won!" the woman raised her head and said.

The Human Emperor stroked her back, took the dagger from her trembling hand, and said with emotion: "Yes, I won!"

As he said, a knife stabbed into the woman's heart. In the woman's astonished gaze, she said coldly: "Charm? Ability? Body? Sorry, but you are dirty here!" He twisted the handle of the dagger fiercely. Then he pushed the woman away.

"Let's go!" The emperor greeted him and walked away first.

The thin man said: "God Killer..."

"The lord is the supreme, the murder weapon that kills him will become a dark curse, involving the past life, future, and all parallel worlds. Are you sure you want to take it?"

The greed in the thin man's eyes quickly faded.

The burly man took a mouthful of the woman and spit on her pretty face. "Bi Chi, who will keep you with such a grateful thing?"

The woman's expression changed from despair to complex, she turned her head hard to look at Zhao Wenrui. She wanted to understand something, but it was a pity that it was late...

The woman’s eyes quickly lost the brilliance of her life. At the last moment before falling into darkness, what she saw was Zhao Wenrui’s body burning, with a pale flame, just like the color of Zhao Wenrui’s weird guardian star, the Death Star...

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In the wilderness of the Scottish Highlands, the wind is fierce and rainy, and the light is dim. From time to time, there are electric snakes flying among the dark clouds.

In this muddy cloud drooping, two wizards are wielding their wands in a duel.

They are already covered in mud and water, and their breath is as heavy as a dog's breath. It's just that the young man's eyes are excited and bloodthirsty. The other middle-aged man with a haggard face has a worried expression. He is dealing with the battle and looking at him from time to time. Wife and children in the mud.

Finally couldn't help it, the middle-aged man began to sue for forgiveness: "I surrender! I am guilty and you will punish me, but my wife and children are innocent. Please let them go. As long as you agree, I will do what you want."

The young man's expression became more and more excited, his eyes bright as if flames were burning in it, he stepped up his offensive, and said loudly: "The Death Eaters have no power. Stanley, you can only surrender unconditionally."

"Well, I…"

"Except your weapon!" The young man took the opportunity to get the middle-aged man's wand with a disarming spell.

Stanley surrendered, but before he could speak, the young man cast a spell again: "Quick imprisonment!"

Stanley is bound by invisible force, ‘bang’! For a moment, he fell into the mud and said anxiously: "You!"

"What's wrong with me?" The young man said triumphantly as he walked over: "I, Henry Reeves, defeated you!"

Stanley took a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "Yes, I was defeated by you."

"Cut the bones!" Henry followed with another spell.

This time it was an Unforgivable Curse, and Stanley couldn't bear it, screamed hoarsely, and then vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

He said with difficulty: "You are an Auror! You are an enforcer..."

Henry looked jokingly and said with a smile: "I am not an Auror right now. I am a victim of a family member who was poisoned by Death Eaters, **** pure blood!"

"Despicable!" Stanley opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth.

"Can be more despicable than a Death Eater whose hands are stained with innocent blood?"

As Henry spoke, he strode closer to Stanley, and a flash of lightning fell not far away. The momentary glare made the young man's expression very hideous.

He said: "It's all your fault, you old-fashioned trash, inbreeding perverts, lunatics who violate morality, you are arrogant, faint and incompetent. UU reading www.uukanshu.com stands still."

"Before the end of the seventeenth century, Muggle-born people were not only accepted, but often considered more gifted. The nickname Magbob (Magic from Nothingness) speaks for itself. And what about you? Interests, support fallacies, follow lunatics!"

Another flash of lightning fell nearby, and the wind became stronger and the rain even stronger.

Henry seemed to have pronounced the verdict, and roared with a sigh of chanting: "You pure blood are the real curse of the wizarding world, and **** that should be completely wiped out. Today, I will represent myself and die with you. Thousands of innocent people in their hands will be sentenced to death!"

The more Henry spoke, the louder his voice became, and the more he spoke, the more ferocious his expression became. He raised his wand and asked for another heart-piercing spell in the Unforgivable Curse.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning fell, hitting the wand, and transmitted it to Henry. Immediately, his body was scorched black, his clothes were on fire, and his hair turned ashes. He stared, tilted his body and fell down, and stopped moving.

"Ah puff!"

In the hall, there was a spit of water and the rustling sound of wiping his face with a handkerchief.

Fifty judges Qi Qi used the **** and watched Stanley's memory. The duel in the wind and rain was the last paragraph they saw.

This is a scene from the Ministry of Magic of the British Empire in 1985.

Because the person on trial is an ancient pure blood and the circumstances of the case are special, the trial person is Wissengarmo, the highest court in the wizarding world, and the principal of Hogwarts, Abs Dumbledore, is also one of the judges.

And now, the buzzing noise has shown that the judges obviously had a lot of opinions about the arrest operation in the thunderstorm wilderness...

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