My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I mean, you are following an extremely dangerous magical animal."

"Me? There are magical creatures around me." Nelson was a little puzzled, and asked, "What is it? How do you know?"

"Do you remember your backpack? The backpack you always forget." Tom eagerly poked his head and looked at Nelson's head, as if trying to control an old-fashioned racing game with his body, but unfortunately, the mirror did not Unable to change his perspective, he said anxiously, "Didn't you say that you are with Newt Scamander? Let him find a way for you!"

"My backpack, let me think about it... Don't worry, Newt is not with me, you can explain what's going on first." It's about his own life, and Nelson didn't dare to be careless, but he was honest. I didn't understand what Tom was talking about, so I had to persuade him to calm down, and finally asked, "Do I still have the habit of backpacking? I remember I always put things in my pockets."

"How can I not be in a hurry?" Tom was really anxious, his fingers were almost poking through the mirror to Nelson's nose, "Look at you, forgot everything, your symptoms are obviously late."

"A good show," Nelson opened his hands and shook his head helplessly. "Don't you think I'm okay now? If it's really urgent, maybe I'm already dead. It's better for you to clarify the matter first, and then I will. Go to Newt and think of a solution to the problem."

"Okay," Tom calmed down, and said, "You had a backpack before, and you carried it every day, but after our first party we never saw you carry it again. Think about it carefully, is there anything like this? At that time, in order to figure out what was going on, you still wrote the word'backpack' on your hand to remind yourself."

"It seems that there is something like this..." Nelson scratched his head.

"You!" Seeing that Nelson has not seen for a few days, he has become more and more like a big idiot, but Tom is not in a hurry. He deeply understands that if Nelson really becomes a idiot in the next second, there is nothing he can do, so he has to calm down. , Continued, "That night you went to the owl room on the roof of the Ravenclaw Tower to send a letter, and there was something wrong with the portrait. You told me, do you remember?"

"I remember all this," Nelson asked with a serious smile on his face, "Are you saying that my memory was erased because I saw something that I shouldn't see? But I still remember. That night I saw a little shameless people or things, only Professor Dumbledore’s sister Ariana, and Professor Sykes’ sister, Jokunda Sykes..."

Having said that, Nelson narrowed his eyes and realized where the problem was.

"Yes," Tom nodded with satisfaction when he saw Nelson as if he was back to normal, "I finally don't have to communicate with a fool... I mean, I just met a self-proclaimed Jokunda Seke in Paris. The witch of Si, she was controlled by me and later confessed that she once hid a magical animal in your bag. I suspect it was an egg or something, but now the bag is empty, so I suspect it may stay by your side. "

"So you mean, I forgot my bag because of its influence?" Nelson didn't doubt whether Tom could control a graduated witch. He just frowned, his fingertips scratching on the parchment. Mark, "But I don't think that a small animal that just got out of the egg will steal my wand and send a message to my face, "I forget it all."

"It's not the Forgetting Curse..." Tom was anxious again.

"Is it the Curly Winged Demon?" Nelson rubbed his chin, and suddenly a word that Tom hadn't heard popped out of his mouth.

"what did you say?"

"Curl-winged demon," Nelson said solemnly, "a very dangerous magical animal. Its venom can make people amnesia. At the same time, it also feeds on human memory. The danger is that this magical animal likes... …Uh, like to eat human brains."

"What?" Tom's eyes widened and shouted, "Hurry up and lower your head, let me see!"

"It's okay." Nelson smiled. "If my brain is gnawed even for a small bite, what you see now I should be crooked and slanted. Look, my hair isn't even scarce, but even worse. It's thicker."

Nelson stroked his hair, and even a gleam of golden light appeared under his pale blonde scalp. "There is only one kind of magical animal that can affect people's memory, and that is the Curly Winged Demon."

"Anything else?"

"No, this is the most interesting part."

"What?" Tom felt that Nelson's IQ was back, but he couldn't understand what he said.

"It's almost an instinct to eat human brains for such a magical animal as the Curly Wing Devil, but you can also tell that my brain is unscathed."

Tom: "I have reservations."

"Don't make trouble, you must be jealous of my hairline," Nelson glanced at Tom in his glasses and said, "But I have been in Newmont Gad for so many days, I can't think of any brains in it. , If it dares to take a shot in Neumongaard, the Voldebat in Grindelwald will teach it what it means to be a magical animal with its tail sandwiched."

"Voldebat? What's that?"

"What should I tell you?" Nelson really didn't know how to describe this special magical animal, until he caught a glimpse of the scene behind Tom, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Here, the thing flying behind you It's the Volterra bat... Has Grindelwald go to Paris?"

"What?" Tom turned his head.

While Tom turned to look at the Volterra bat, Nelson held his chin to continue thinking, "This kind of cub should be the most in need of food, and I take a shower almost every day, but I never found a big baby lying on my body. The moth... if it is indeed a Curly Winged Demon, it must need a lot of food."

"Where is so much food? A lot of human brains? Or...a lot of memories?" Nelson looked up and found that Tom's attention was still immersed in the huge bats that were large enough to fill the sky above Paris, and lowered. Head, muttering to himself, "Grindelwald told me that the lost fog in the illusion will erode the souls staying there all the time, and the gaps between the walls formed by the lost fog are filled with the memories of the lost... ...I think I found you."

"Tom!" Nelson called out suddenly.

"I have to say, it's so cool...what's the matter?" Tom turned his head and saw Nelson's brilliant eyes, and asked happily, "Did you find it?"

"Make a magic trick for you, Tom." Nelson pulled out the Gunter family ring from his pocket and shook it on his index finger. "If you regret it, I can return it to you at any time."

"It's yours." Tom curled his lips, hiding the curiosity under his eyes, "It's not as good as the pair of chandeliers I just sold last week."

"Look up!" Nelson closed his eyes, and suddenly there were wisps of white mist around him. They agitated, and pale and withered hands stretched out from the mist and grabbed Nelson.

Tom looked at all this in horror: "Hey! Isn't your magic killing yourself?"

Soon, the mirror in Tom's hand was only white, until Nelson's voice came, "Of course not, Tom, welcome to the illusion, this is my world."

"Your world?" Tom rubbed his eyes and looked at the environment around Nelson: white, white or white... He looked at the empty white background behind Nelson, and asked, "This is what you said. The illusion?"

"Yes, Tom," Nelson nodded, squinted, and raised his right hand holding a small metal ball. "When we die, we will come here for a while."

"Can't you not die?" Tom muttered, "You think about Nick LeMay..."

Nelson didn't speak, a glove of silver light slowly formed in his hand, and then he quickly stretched out his right hand and inserted it into the thin wall of fog in front of him.

"I caught you," he retracted his hand, carrying a delicate bird cage, a blue-green butterfly covered with spikes struggling violently in the cage, he grinned and smiled at Tom , "Helped me a lot, Tom, the funny thing is, I thought I had been nervous about Grindelwald or Helbo."

"Is that it?" Tom looked at the butterfly in the cage with less than a palm length in disbelief. After trying to break through the cage to no avail, it wrapped itself in its wings and curled up like a green, pointed Thorn Cocoon, he confirmed, "Is this the thing?"

"Yes," Nelson carefully cast multiple protection spells and reinforcement spells on the birdcage, changed a password box to lock it in, took back his **** right hand and showed it to Tom in front of the mirror, and said with lingering fear, "You can Don't underestimate the little guy, generally this kind of thing that is not big but can dominate in nature is somewhat unique."

"Indeed," Tom agreed, "I just controlled Jokunda Sykes with a little snake."

"Huh...I feel better. I don't know if it's my illusion. I think smart IQ has occupied the high ground again." After closing the password box firmly, Nelson took a long breath and took out a piece of fresh water. The bandage was wrapped around my hand, "You take a look, how does it tie my hand."

"Hiss... It's amazing," Tom took a breath when he saw Nelson's miserable right hand, and said, "This has to make me suspect that your head is very hard, or you might have died the first day."

"Not necessarily," Nelson shook his head. "This dangerous magical animal has extraordinary instincts. It may smell the smell of mist on my body, and the mist will devour memory-this is its food. , Look at this wall, the gaps in the mist are full of memories of dead souls, almost eaten up by it."

Nelson turned the double-sided mirror to show Tom the fog wall at close range.

"Oh... what is this, the apple pie made by Aunt Susan next door to Merlin's house." Tom let out a retching voice, "Quickly remove it, it's disgusting."

"Oh, all right." Nelson turned back to the mirror and heard Tom ask curiously, "So how are you going back?"

"Don't worry, I will take you to see someone."

"People?" Tom felt that the Three Views had been refreshed again, and asked, "There are still people in this ghost place?"

"I didn't make it clear to you before. The famous black wizard in ancient Greece, the despicable Helbo, because of his crappy and funny Horcrux, is now trapped in the illusion, unable to survive or die." Nelson Throw the magic wand and whisper, "Guide the direction."

When the wand stopped turning, he waved his hand to disperse the fog wall and walked in one direction, while introducing: "This place is very strange. From different places, you will reach different corners of the environment, but the distance between them seems to be the same. , As long as you know the direction, you can get there quickly."

"I remember, I thought you said you dug him in which cave, and you showed me a magic book, it was green like radiation," Tom asked cautiously, "You can't learn from it. Magic?"

"I don't dare to look at that stuff. The guy in Helbo has a bad stomach, or how could he be called the despicable Helbo? If I was sucked by the Curly Wing Demon with a straw, I might be able to see Saint Mungo's life in time. "Brain spirit' what," Nelson said with a shrug as he walked, "but if I read Helbo's book, I might really become a fool."

"Great and benevolent master, maybe I was once despicable and shameless, but my heartfelt to you, heaven and earth are proof, the sun and the moon can be seen!" The fog wall in front of Nelson suddenly dispersed, and a green-robed wizard wore a hood. Waist at the front to welcome, "My master, you are finally here."

"Can you stop saying that, it sounds disgusting." Nelson felt physical discomfort and trembles, and said to Tom in the mirror, "I'm right?"

"It's pretty good." Tom nodded seriously, then carefully glanced at Helbo next to Nelson. From the classics left by Slytherin, Tom also had a certain understanding of the notorious dark wizard. He couldn't help worrying about Nelson.

"Master, are you a black double-sided mirror?" Helbo narrowed his eyes, looked at the mirror in Nelson's hand ~www.readwn.com~ and asked, "Is this thing left for now?"

"Do you know it?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, walked around Helbo, and walked to the chair he had left in the clearing before, and asked, "Did there be double-sided mirrors in ancient Greece? No, there were mirrors back then?"

"Yes, Master." Helbo glanced at the throne one meter from the ground, consciously ran to Nelson, lay down on the ground, let him step on his back, and said, "The black wizards control communications. , This is a monopoly technology."

"The Dark Wizard?"

"No, it's the black wizard, master."

"Black Wizard? Black? Well, in a few years Muggles will be able to make video calls." Nelson sat on the chair disapprovingly and asked with his legs folded. Think of something worth reporting?"

Helbo was lying on the ground, his face buried deep in the fog, his eyes kept turning.

Sitting on the throne, Nelson cocked his feet, holding the handrails so hard that the joints turned white. Since discovering that they can locate each other in the illusion, he has more than once suspected that Helbo has found other soul fragments and interacted with it or them. There is communication.

And Tom, observing secretly through the mirror, he felt that Nelson really looked like a big boss among the dark wizards, but he didn't think it should be. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 135: Curled Wing Demon Green Reading-Hogwarts, My Classmate is Voldemort Please click [Jump]

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