My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

It is Judge Shafik, who has a close relationship with Nelson, who is facing the principal Armando Dippet. He once presided over the trial of Dumbledore as the representative of Wizengamore.

As the principal, Armando Dippet hasn’t appeared in Hogwarts for a long time. Many people are speculating about where he went. Some even claim that he has died in the attack of the saints, but those The inconspicuous guess was obviously wrong, because he appeared on the streets of Paris at the moment.

For more than a year, with a few portraits, he traced the footprints of several wizards who were suspected of saints all the way, and finally locked the target in a shop in a hidden place.

"Shafik, I'm not crazy," Dippet raised his wand, pointed it at Judge Shafik, and said in a deep voice, "I thought it was only you who understood me the best, but it seemed that you and those people Just as cowardly!"

"Isn't the one who understands Albus Dumbledore the most you value?" Judge Shafik asked, shaking his beard, "I understand your anger and your hatred, and I understand your impulse at this moment better. , But listen to me, Dippet, you should leave this to Dumbledore."

"Albus?" Principal Dippet shook his head, and the hand holding the wand did not tremble at all. His body was not as tough as an old man of this age. It was very different from the dying year he saw in the Nelson branch. He was very angry. Laughing, gritted his teeth and said, "I thought he was the ideal successor who could end everything with his superb magic, but he only told me last month that he and Grindelwald signed a blood oath."

"What are you talking about?" Judge Shafik was also a little surprised, "Obviously you had called me before and asked me to open up Dumbledore during the trial."

"Yes, this is one of the decisions I regret the most in my life. Albus confessed to me after the trial. Think about it, who can sign the blood oath? You and Has your wife signed a blood oath?" Dipeter was emotional and continued, "But I don’t care about this anymore. I only want the blood of those murderers to pay off. You don’t have to stand here and wait for me to do it. After finishing what I should do, I will go to Azkaban by myself."

"This... that thing has been going on for many years, and no one knows who did it, and don't you think it's weird that there happened to be a clue just last year?" Judge Shafik said with all his heart. Persuaded, "The saints in Paris have a clear identity. Even if you have seen them commit atrocities, that cannot be evidence. Moreover, as the principal of Hogwarts, your every move affects too many things. ...Dippet, stop, let's go back and investigate again."

"I've left all my relatives! My family is dead! Died under those scumbags, just because I am the principal of a magic school?" Dipeter lowered his eyes and said sharply, "I have been alive for a few years. , I don’t mind doing things that you cowards dare not do before you die!"

"You can now rush into Newmontgard and kill Grindelwald. Can you do it? Even if you can defeat him, what about the saints? You can let them riot and kill more people. The wizards you targeted have completely legal identities in France. Now you are rushing in to slaughter civilians... Have you considered the consequences, have you considered the impact, have you considered the evidence?" Shafei Judge K covered his forehead speechlessly. In his opinion, Dipet has been blasted into Alzheimer’s with anger, and his mind may be full of carrots. He continued to persuade with all his heart, “Dipet, you still have grandsons. Yeah!"

"Grandson?" Dipeter was even more angry, and he cursed, "Just because of the dumb gun, how does he deserve the surname Dipeter? How does he deserve to be my grandson, when he knelt at the feet of Grindelwald, I have nothing to do with him!"

"Don't make any conclusions yet, Dippet, your—"

Armando Dupete didn't talk about martial arts, and while Judge Shafik was speaking, a red curse was shot out, bypassing the statue of Pitia and came to Shafik's face.

"Dippet, you!" Shafik raised his wand, only had time to swing an iron armor curse. Although it was basically formed, it still couldn't withstand the long-planned disarming curse of Dippet, and the effect of disarming was cancelled. But the huge impact made him take a step back, a sickly flush on his face, he pressed his mouth tightly, his cheeks bulged and collapsed, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"The Auror office should hire you back as a supervisor. You are still as hard-line as before." Dippet exclaimed, and threatened, "But it's a pity, Shafik, Wisengama's position has let you slack off, maybe you The understanding of the law is the deepest in the world, but your magic is too old, let me in! Look at it, you are the only one to stop me, an old man, don’t you think it’s weird?"

"The person who understands the law the most will not scorn the law," Judge Shafik sneered, with a trace of dark red blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He raised his arm and wiped the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of the white judge's robe, mockingly said, "But I Knowing that you have violated the secrecy law and performed magic on the streets of Paris, and I am ready to personally send you to the trial seat of Wiesengamo."

After that, he stopped speaking, took up his wand in a defensive posture, pressed his lips tightly, and his face solemnly and silently released a series of unpretentious curses.

The confrontation between the two began in a completely silent night. Tonight’s Paris could not even hear the sound of the wind. The only background sound on the scene was the melodious singing from the Paris Opera in the opposite block. Tonight’s play was "King Lear." The plot at this moment is also entering the scene. The elderly King Lear is holding the corpse of his beloved little daughter and has fallen into madness, and the mad kings who have been betrayed and separated are gradually falling into madness in the torment and struggle.

The battle between the two old wizards was not as powerful as people imagined. On the contrary, they used all their magic power in the most important place. Judge Shafik pulled off his silver-white judge robe and black sweater. The trousers are more conducive to hiding his figure in the dark. Each of his spells accurately hits every spell shot by Dippet. The light beams of different colors collided in the air and eliminated each other. The magic used is not much, not a lot.

And Dippet deserves to be the principal of Hogwarts. There are only a handful of wizards in this world that are stronger than him. He walked up to Shafik like a walk, and apparated to another direction at the moment when the curse struck. Fierce attack, this set of tactics full of sense of space is his famous stunt when he was young. It is said that Grindelwald's fighting style also refers to his previous record to a certain extent. (Note: see what the author said)

The sparks of the spell burst out in silence, Dipeter's figure kept flickering in the field, but Shafik's copper walls and iron walls were always difficult to penetrate! The scene of the battle between the two is like a silent film, although silent, it is very intense.

"Dippet, let’s be honest, what did you see back then!" Shafik and Dippet’s distance were always difficult to narrow. Seeing that Dippet’s expression was a little anxious, he asked, trying to calm his emotions. "Who told you the so-called truth?"

"How many times have I said it! As soon as I got home, I saw my son and daughter-in-law lying in a pool of blood, and my stupid grandson, who was like a dumb gun, rolled his eyes foolishly!" Shafik's curse was somewhat inadequate. A petrified curse hit the street lamp on the side of the road, and the crow standing on the top fell stiffly. He continued, "For so many years, I have been looking for the person in the past. The people who used the idea of ​​capturing the spirits finally made me find a Muggle who passed by that intersection in the past..."

The two old men still pointed their magic wands at each other, but they stopped the offensive with a vigorous heart and began to talk. On the one hand, their aging bodies needed time to regain their energy. On the other hand, this matter was indeed doubtful.

The performance of the Paris Opera also arrived at the moment, and the cry of King Lear was heart-piercing, enough to penetrate the wall and echoed in the ears of the two people.

(Cry! Cry! You guys who are as indifferent as rocks! If I had your tongue and eyes, I would have cracked the sky with cries and tears! She is dead! I know very well alone. It's dead or alive, she's already dead, like dust...)

"The memory of a Muggle?" Shafik tried to make his voice sound less tired. He asked suspiciously, "I remember your family lives in the residential area of ​​Diagon Alley. How could there be Muggles there? What's more, he happened to appear near your house at that time?"

"His memory is true and has not been instilled by others." Dipeter also took advantage of the time to speak. He stared at Shafik with the eyes of a concentration camp instructor, and slowly said, "He is a man. Painter, I can just draw the faces of the few people who came out of my house."

"It's a coincidence, Diepert." Shafik and Diepert looked at each other. The lion-like eyes under his fluffy silver wire made Diepert's gaze recede, and he sneered. " A Muggle, who happened to see all this in the wizarding community that cast the Muggle Expulsion Curse, and he happened to be a painter. This reminds me of a joke, do you want to hear it? Forget it, let me tell you, Gellert Green Devour also worked as an artist in Paris recently. You would rather believe in such outrageous evidence than what your grandson said."

The wrinkles on Dippet's face trembled, and he whispered, "But he's just one--"

"Swish—"

This time it was Judge Shafik’s turn to attack, and the tip of his wand condensed red light. At the moment when Dipeter realized that the attack was ready to take action, Shafik’s phantom moved behind Dipeter, flashing red light. The wand was slammed on Dipet’s waist. With a loud noise, Dipet’s wand was taken off his hand and flew into the air, and he himself was hit by a huge impact like a rag and flew forward. He looked Looking at the deserted street in front of him, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Dippet, don’t forget, I helped you with your Apparition." There seems to be an old thing between the two old people, but this does not prevent them from fighting each other now. Shafik raised his wand and sighed. With a sound, he pointed to the body of Dippet that was about to land, and said aloud: "Fly up quickly."

This is the first curse to be uttered tonight.

The corner of Dipet’s mouth was grinning with a cheerful smile. His right hand holding a wand was balanced in the air, and his left hand was gently waved. A stubby wand slipped from the sleeve into his hand. He held the wand tightly, a blue The beam hit Shafik's chest, making him stiff and unable to move.

"Petrification Curse, Shafik." Dipeter turned his wand down and pointed it down, and fell lightly, stood up vigorously and walked across from Shafik, waved the wand in his hand in front of him, and said, "My son I’ve kept it until now, and he really is blessing me.”

(The disease has come! You murderers! I had a chance to rescue her, but now she is gone forever... Cordelia! Cordelia? Wait, what are you talking about?)

King Lear in the opera house was already delirious. In despair, he heard the words of his daughter's body.

The wrinkles on Diepert’s face are not obvious. This is related to his life that he has not laughed for many years, but at this moment he is laughing happily. He has long no longer regarded teaching as his lifelong career. In his world, Revenge is as important as Hogwarts.

"The wand flies." He took up his wand, carefully inserted his son's wand into the sleeve tube, and put Shafik's wand on the top of the street lamp in the distance with a floating spell, and walked to the petrified judge. Said, "The next time I see you may be in Azkaban."

"Dippet, you wait." Shafik's eyes rolled quickly, his lips couldn't move, he could only make a vague voice, "Don't you want to listen to my guess?"

"You can tell me when you visit Azkaban later."

Dippet picked up the wizard robe that Shafik had dropped and put it on him~www.readwn.com~, turned around, resolutely passed through the statue of Pythia, and entered the hidden place.

(Why a dog, a horse or even a mouse has its own life, but you have no breath! You die forever, forever, forever, forever...)

The cry of King Lear's farewell was floating lonely in the alley, only drifting into the ears of the stiff old man, and there was only one listener.

"The wizards you targeted are engaged in the business of smuggling magical animals all year round, and the Aurors' report on the site clearly stated that even Grindelwald would not be able to cause such powerful damage in a short period of time," Shafik watched. Pitya’s sculpture murmured, “Your grandson, Barry Dipet, may have become a silent person under your iron-blooded education.”

But Dippet could no longer hear this sentence. But with the ingenuity of Headmaster Hogwarts, how could it be impossible to think of this possibility? But he had never thought about it. This educator who was known for his sternness could not bear the truth like that.

(He fainted! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Look up! Your Majesty!)

Shafik felt that his vision was suddenly full of red, and something seemed to fly past in the sky, but he couldn't lift his head up, and could only hear the cry of the soldiers in the opera house and the funeral march that sounded gradually. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 122 The headmaster’s whereabouts green reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Please click [Jump]

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