My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I shouldn't believe in old Jack's evil, I don't know what I'm doing!"

On the expansive sea, a tattered frigate is slowly separating the splashes of water. Under the scorching sunlight overhead, the splashes it cut through the sea are like a gleaming Christmas tree, and this ship is The antique colored ball on top of the Christmas tree.

Little Jack stood at the bow of the ship, wearing a white captain's cape. It was hard to imagine what he had experienced. Only in just three years did he become a sailor who was an intern on a cruise ship and he looks quite mature. Commander of the Navy.

Several years of life at sea left Jack’s face with an indelible sunburn. His dark brown skin was as rough as gravel, and there was a fresh scar under the corner of his left eye. A Bailey was as tattered as a boat. The cap draped casually on his head.

He was dangling a low-quality cigarette and struggling to wipe a damp match on the fence. This is the last half pack of cigarettes left. He has not returned to land for half a month. His right hand was fixed by a splint, and he was hung around his neck with a dirty bandage.

After a lot of effort, the match was finally ignited. He put his mouth on the flame, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a sigh, and threw the burned match into the sea. After a few seconds, he spit out a thin plume of smoke. .

The inferior cigarettes were no better than the high-quality goods provided to senior officers. They didn't even have a filter. Jack's eyes were red, but he was already familiar with this feeling. He just blinked his eyes and continued to slurp with the cigarette.

A flock of seagulls hovered in the surrounding waters, and soon they plunged into the water to feast on. The war dwindled the fishery in this area, but gave the fish in the sea plenty of time to recuperate. Jack could even see the birds with his naked eyes. The sea below was gleaming, and when he finished smoking his cigarette, the seagulls were full and lined up and flew away.

Jack spit his cigarette **** into the sea, followed by a mouthful of thick sputum. He felt a little itchy in his chest, "Maybe it's been a long time since I took a bath?" He twisted his neck indifferently, and put his left hand into the collar and scratched vigorously. Scratching, letting out a comfortable groan, his nail touched a hard object, he took out the necklace with the pendant box from his collar, and gently opened the lid with his thumb to reveal the picture tucked inside. A cute girl with a round face is smiling at the camera, smiling like a flower.

The Blaney is a river-class frigate. It is poorly equipped and neglected to maintain, but it is still the most trusted friend of the Allies at sea. The river-class ship at Jack’s feet has not been launched for a short time, but it is around. It’s a legend in its small circle-it has experienced several major battles with heavy losses, but fortunately it has survived to this day. The reason is that it has so many minor problems. It is always overhauled in the dock during wars. .

Captain Jack is the second commander on the frigate, under the command of Major Doug. Under normal circumstances, his main job should be to fight hands. However, Jack said that he has been on board the ship since the first day. I have never seen that so-called Major Doug, and I can only see the signature of this Major Doug on the report documents when he stops at the dock regularly.

I heard that Major Doug’s father was a well-known councillor in London. He arranged his son into the navy, but he had been taking sick leave to prevent him from entering the most dangerous battlefield.

"I hope it's syphilis." Jack leaned on the railing, drew a cross with his healthy left hand, and blessed silently in his heart, "At least three times."

His rank was also promoted by the line of fire, because no one really wanted to accept this task-setting up mines in the warring seas. On this ship, apart from the professionals engaged in mines and a few veterans sailing the ship, the other naval forces would There are only a bunch of cheap bones left, they don't know one big print, either to serve the country with enthusiasm, or for the generous pension, and board together this broken ship that will disintegrate on its own without knowing when.

"I finally know why old Jack always wants to watch the fireworks," Jack spit into the sea, stared angrily at the sun that was scorching him, and said cursingly, "You can't see anything but birds on this sea. Why not blow up a boat to show me the fireworks!"

God seemed to have heard his prayer, and soon, a few hundred meters away, a water column a dozen meters high suddenly stirred up on the surface of the sea.

"Bang!" The next second, Jack heard the sound of the shell entering the water.

"What is it?" He turned and ran to the command room, shouting loudly, "Did anyone see someone attacking us?"

"Captain Jack!" A young red-haired marine stood on the top of the mast, retracted his binoculars, and reported loudly, "It's a ship a circle bigger than us!"

"What model?" Jack asked loudly, running under the mast.

"Report to the captain! I don't know!" The sea soldier replied confidently, opening the partition under his feet and sliding down the rope, while explaining, "We were pulled aboard the ship less than a month after class! We haven't learned how to know. The lesson of ship models."

"I**" Jack cursed and pushed away the command room, and roared, "Where's the radar soldier? Did you go drinking?"

"Report! The radar is broken!" A yellow-haired boy raised his head and reported tremblingly: "I haven't seen the image of the incoming ship now."

"I knew it!" Jack rolled his eyes and sat down in the captain's position. He calmed down quickly and gave orders loudly, "Let everyone prepare to meet the enemy. The equipment on our ship is all ragged. Try to get close to them." !"

He didn't need to say too much, the crew knew that this was a moment of life and death. They were doing their own things methodically. Jack squinted and saw a fierce mast rise from the arc-shaped sea level in front.

"Whose ship is it?" He asked the red-haired marine who had just seen the enemy and was now ready to climb up again. "Did you just see the flag on it?"

"I see it." The seaman nodded.

"Whose is it? Germany?" he asked nervously.

"No, Captain, I don't know that flag either." The seaman scratched his head. He was uneducated. How could the low-level British, who had a hard time hearing and reading, have the time to recognize those flags that were dazzling? He replied, "But the captain, it's definitely not Germany, it should be the servant army, but I don't know which country it is the servant army."

"I hope de Gaulle is not sitting on it and sailing the boat himself," Jack took out the binoculars from the drawer and drew a cross on his chest before holding it up in front of him, muttering tremblingly, "I hope it's a fishing boat... a sampan. Board or something..."

...

At the same time, on the sea more than a dozen nautical miles away, several behemoths with German flags are guarding a medium-sized cruise ship from east to west in the opposite direction. The flags of this special fleet are not consistent. , The bows of the most central ships, a simple black flag is waving in the wind-the triangle symbol of the Deathly Hallows falls in the center of the flag, making the hearts of those who know the meaning tremble.

"Master Wiltening, a naval battle is taking place in the waters ten nautical miles ahead. Should we fire a warning? Or wait a while before crossing?"

The cabins of the cruise ship were opened up and transformed into a hall full of bookshelves. In the center of the hall, Nelson, who was sitting at a table reading a book, was disturbed by the footsteps of the incoming people and raised his head from the book.

There were two thick stacks of books in his hand. The farther stack was one person tall. Nelson closed the book with the faint green light in his hand, took the silver chain on the table and circled the book. Twisted the ground, carefully put it in the lead box and closed the lid, took off the gloves, raised his head and looked at the person.

The wizard who came to report now saw Nelson's face. Compared with three years ago, his changes were not big, but his facial features became mature, but the boundaries of his appearance were still soft, and his blue eyes were like those outside the window. The sea, but some is too clear, like the sky is out of sight. His appearance is the same, but his temperament is quite different. Compared to his bitter and enmity three years ago, Nelson's face always looks smiling, the corners of his mouth are upturned, but his eyes are calm.

The black-robed saint stood opposite Nelson, only glanced at it, and then lowered his head, not daring to let out the atmosphere.

"Who?" Nelson put away the lead box, fiddled with the crucible that was boiling the purple liquid on the table, and asked, "Isn't it a tacit truce these days? Why is there someone fighting in front?"

"It's a British frigate. It seems to be setting up mines. It was discovered by a cruiser of the Polish Navy and is bombing." The black-robed wizard raised his right hand. The three-dimensional scene of naval battle was slowly unfolding in front of him. Nelson raised his eyebrows. Every time he saw such a scene, he was amazed, thinking that he was watching a science fiction movie.

"Let me see." Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Does Poland still have a navy?"

"Yes, my lord," the black-robed wizard replied, "Germany was occupied very quickly, and some remained, some went to England, and some remained in China."

Nelson nodded, stood up, walked around the table to the black-robed wizard, his black long windbreaker pocket made a loud noise, his action awakened the alchemist hiding in various corners of the table. People, white little things hopped off the table and left. This scene made the black-robed wizard's hair creepy.

"Well, I have been on the shore for the past few years, and I am not very clear about the things in the sea." Nelson squinted, bent down and looked at the three-dimensional image in the hands of the black-robed wizard, took a breath, and sighed, "Awesome. It's..."

"My lord, what are you talking about?" The black robe wizard was a little puzzled.

"I mean this boat is amazing. Are these patches made by the big boat?"

"No."

"Can this kind of ship be launched?" A hint of respect rose in Nelson's heart. "This is Goblin Technology, right? I'll see what happened... I think this broken ship is sinking."

He took a small ball out of his pocket and threw it to the door. A bird that was too fast to see clearly disappeared into the air.

Compared with three years ago, the production industry of the small ball has also improved. It has advanced from the small silver ball to the "small silver ball plus", "small silver ball pro" and some more special versions. Grindelwald is always right. He was puzzled by his bewilderment of preparing props. In his opinion, if Nelson didn’t wear a jacket, he would be at the mercy of others. In order to refute him, Nelson deliberately spent a lot of money to make a magic, and he could summon the jacket anytime and anywhere. When it comes to the body, the enclosed space and the Phantom Shifting Prohibition Curse are helpless to it.

"I'll go and see." Nelson picked up the trilby that had been worn for three years from the table, turned around, the hem of the windbreaker flicked with his movements, he buttoned the trilby on his head, the next second Appeared on the high platform with the saint's flag at the forefront of the deck.

After a while, a silver falcon flew from the front like an electric light, rushed to Nelson's chest, and instantly turned into a cloud of silver dust.

"Are you an acquaintance?" Nelson nodded thoughtfully, turned and ordered the wizard behind him: "Go, sink that Polish ship."

"My lord, that is the German servant army, and the German Muggle government is our ally..." A black-robed wizard was surprised by his order and whispered.

"I know," Nelson asked rhetorically with a shrug, "and then?"

"then--"

"I remember that I said, don't do things on holidays. Since they don't understand, I think they can retire directly." Nelson ordered, "Just aim at the paddles and hit them. The boat will stay where they are and let them go back in a lifeboat. ."

"That's right, the Muggle army dared to disturb our travel, and there is no need to keep the lifeboats for them." Another saint was winking, and trot to order.

"By the way, how about the prisoners of war under the deck? I recently got a little angry eating oranges, so move down and give them to eat." Nelson asked casually, looking at the sea and the sky~www.readwn.com~.

"No problem," the dull saint replied, "the same as before."

"I didn't follow before, where did you all throw them?"

"Lost on the high seas, we actually didn't dare to get too close. We drove them to the lifeboat and cast the Forgotten Curse, so that they would feel that they had escaped by themselves and rowed to England by themselves."

"What if you can't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest?" Nelson asked.

"It can only mean that their lives are bad," the saint shrugged and said in an indifferent tone. "You are kind to them like this. If you can't run away, I think it's better to just jump. sea."

"Oh—" Nelson sighed and asked, "The people in the concentration camp to the east are almost ready, haven't they? When I left, it seemed to be empty inside."

"Some came out, some died."

"It's a shame that I can't stay there anymore... I can't find the garrison in the future. It's really interesting to put people in front of them." Nelson shook his head regretfully.

"Master, you can come back often." The black-robed saint lowered his head and smiled silently. He has become accustomed to the evil taste of the son's brother. If it were not for the wizard, he might have been shot by the angry garrison. . Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is the enemy of Voldemort Chapter 158 Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort [Jump]

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