My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"For such a big scene, I guess the people from the Ministry of Magic will come to wash the ground after a while."

"Indeed, their police dispatch efficiency is always so high."

"Don't you have anything to say?" Nelson got up from the chair, walked to Karaketakus's side, squatted down, poked the back of his head with a magic wand, and the old man who had been in a fainting state woke up faintly. With an innocent look, he blinked and scanned back and forth between Nelson and Tom.

"All... I dedicated it to you!" Karaketakus said hastily, then put on a flattering expression and complimented, "Two adults, I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a powerful person. Wizard!"

"Uh," Nelson looked at Tom, the two of them showed the same expression of toothache. He shook his head, sat back on the chair, and leaned down and said to Karaquetakus, "You know what? You look like you remind me of An acquaintance."

"It is an honor for me to be similar to your acquaintances." Karaketakus laughed.

"Your attitude makes it hard for me to believe what you have to survive."

Tom approached Nelson, leaned down again and grabbed Karaktakus, and lifted him from the ground alive. The old man’s hair was originally not very dense, his legs were dragged on the ground, and his arms were slumped weakly. Except for the places where his hair had no use, Karaktakus showed an expression of pain, his eyes showed strong prayers, and looked at Nelson. In his opinion, the Karkaroff-sama was relatively kind and kind. The breathless old hair shouted hoarsely like a broken bellows, "I am willing to dedicate everything to you, as long as you can keep me a horrible life!"

"It's really getting more and more like it." Nelson shook his head and got up from the chair again. He looked around, observing the corpses around him that were frozen in place and posing in various strange poses. For a long time, he said to Tom. If the pure-blood wizards in the Ministry of Magic are all this virtue, I don't think these corpses need to be left...Speaking of which, if not in the UK, I can ask some acquaintances to come and deal with them, but—"

Nelson shrugged, showing a "you know" expression.

"So shall we keep them?"

"No, let these guys sleep peacefully, after all... the material of the corpse is human."

"Yeah." Tom nodded, and his free hand was about to raise his wand, ready to make a ruthless one.

"I'll do it," Nelson stopped him, and walked to the burning wand on the ground. "You can talk to him for a while. I'm not good at dealing with wizards."

"Can you?" Tom looked at Nelson's trembling right hand with some worry. Although the fierce fire was evoked by Nelson, he could not completely suppress the violent energy. The flame clinging to his hand burned his right hand red. At this moment, the heat has dissipated, but there are a few hideous wounds. Still staying on the back of his hand, Tom asked softly, "Your hand..."

"It's okay," Nelson smiled, took the wand in his hand and tapped the back of his hand. A gust of steam rose from his hand instantly, as if it was emitting heat, wrapping his hand up, he put the wand away from his pocket. He took out a small crystal bottle and said, "I have a friend who is very good at healing, and burns are no exception."

"Oh." Tom nodded, and then dragged Karaketakus to the side.

Nelson half-kneeled next to the wand inserted on the ground, watching the blazing fire on it, gritted his teeth and inhaled a breath of cold air, then shook his heart and held it up with his burned right hand. For a moment, the dark flames of the dome It became more violent, and the bursting tongues of fire rushed to the surroundings with the sound of bursts. The flames were clearly more vigorous, but the surroundings were darker. The fire tongues were entangled, merged and split with each other, forming ghost buildings in the air. The horror scene of, they flung their teeth and claws like the ground, the flames distorted the air and made a whistling sound like a devil's weep.

When Karaktakus saw this scene, he couldn't help but shrink his neck. He regretted the right decision with the two at this moment. In his long life, this should be the first time he paid the price for his greed.

"Greedy really ruined me." Karaketakus resignedly closed his eyes.

"I'm glad you recognized this at the end." Tom dragged his hair on the ground. The old man's lower body drew a beautiful line on the ground covered with ashes and dust. Tom panted and said. "Do you know? I really just wanted to sell things with peace of mind at first."

"I know, Mr. Chamberlain." Karaketakus smiled bitterly, "I really understand now. I am willing to give you a price that is absolutely satisfactory, but are you still willing to forgive me?"

"It depends on whether your sincerity can impress my friends."

Tom dragged Karaktakus towards a remnant wall. A stone was hung on the old man's lower body, which tripped Tom. Karaktakus licked his teeth and squeezed a sentence from his teeth: "You can actually use the Levitation Charm, and you don't have to work so hard."

"I just want to work hard," Tom increased the strength of his hand, and strands of hair slipped from his fingers. He raised Karaktacus to the height of his gaze, and said viciously, "And, even if yours Sincerity can impress my friend, you have to pay the price for the harm caused to him!"

"Hurt?" Karaktakus denied, "I will give you as much as you want, but how could I hurt Mr. Karkaroff? He was chasing me and hitting him from the beginning. You see that Is the group of wizards tied up? How could we hurt him?"

Tom didn't speak, but just looked in the direction of Nelson's hand. Karaktakus followed his vision, yelled loudly, lowered his voice, and said, "He burned it himself!"

"Ok?"

Karaktakus did not see Tom using his magic wand, but a heart-piercing pain suddenly rushed into his mind. This pain was not caused by the pain, but burst from the depths of the soul from the inside to the outside. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't scream.

Tom dragged him step by step to the broken wall. He waved his wand, and a pit full of sharp thorns appeared at the foot of the wall. Tom again pointed his wand against the wall, and a metal block that looked like a sea urchin appeared out of thin air. on the wall,

He dropped Karaketakus. The old man was recovering from his convulsions. He was covered with sweat and completely wetted his robes. He raised his head tremblingly to meet Tom's scarlet eyes.

His eyes were full of fear. He experienced the most terrible pain in his life in just a short period of time. This pain was not only derived from feelings, nor did he know what terrible magic Tom used. Within seconds, Karaketakus experienced countless painful memories that he didn't want to touch in his heart.

"I'm recruiting! I'm recruiting!" Karaketakus shouted one after another with a "thump" in his heart.

"What are you recruiting?" Tom's smile appeared to Karaktakus to be thousands of times more terrifying than the black flame evil spirits floating in the sky. He approached Karaktakus's ear and said softly, "Go, Grab that stone, and be sure to hold on tightly, or I won’t have the leisure to sew you a little bit when it falls."

Karaketakus lowered his head, shaking more and more violently, he begged, "What do you want to know, I say..."

"You hurt one of his hands, and I only hurt one of your hands. As for what I want to know... I don't have any ideas yet."

Karaketakus couldn't afford to resist at all. He got up with all his strength and stumbled towards the stone wall.

Tom nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and looked at Nelson's figure in the center of the flame. The ghosts surrounded him. Faces beyond the human imagination were constantly being generated and shattered, controlled by Nelson's curse. Down, the black inflammation of the dome became thinner and thinner, even dripping down like a palace made of quicksand, and when it stuck to the ground, it began to burn more violently.

The black inflammation dripped faster and faster, and soon covered the solidified bodies of the corpses. Under the burning of the flames, these walking corpses that had lost their consciousness wailed unconsciously, and they remained. Instinct drove me to struggle violently, but the fierce fire was as difficult to get rid of like bone gangrene. Instead, it burned more and more intense and gradually spread, and the ghosts surrounding Nelson made a happy howl, rushing to those who slowly melted under the high temperature. Poor body.

In a world composed of black flames, the destruction of tyranny is so simple, and turning into ashes may be the best destination for those who are made into corpses.

A special "rain" appeared in Knockover Alley, the dome shattered, and the sunlight from outside penetrated in, projected from the gaps of various shapes to the ground, and struck a beautiful scene in the air still filled with smoke and dust. The light beam, the fragility of the nature of these corpses made it difficult for them to hold on for too long under the fierce fire, and soon turned into ashes, and the black flames even clung to the ashes and burned, trying to squeeze all their energy.

Nelson frowned, and the relief smile on the face of a burning corpse broke his understanding of this vicious black magic. As a tool of the wizard, their souls should have been wiped out.

Nelson's heart moved, and the lost fog appeared next to him. After he stopped controlling, this thick white fog slowly rose, fitting on the crack exposed by the falling fire on the dome. Under unbelievable eyes, these mists that were out of control were born in the air and tore an entrance connecting the world to the illusion!

Clouds of blue smoke rose from the corpses that were turned into ashes. They were weak but tenacious. Nelson even saw the complex emotions of a unique human from the fog of these unshaped bodies. They slowly floated into the air and hovered over Nelson's head. After a few laps, it seemed to say thank you, and it seemed to say goodbye, and then rushed into the gap in the air without reluctance.

Nelson opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, just staring thoughtfully at the shimmering crack on the top of his head. What just happened once again refreshed his knowledge of the fog, those who burned out the corpses. Li Huo couldn't find anything else to wreak havoc, and crawled towards the wizards around Nelson who were tightly bound by him. Nelson was awakened by a scream, he looked around, and all the corpses were bound to them. The eyeballs turned into incombustible ashes, and several dark wizards who woke up even raised their eyelids and took a peek - this pure ashes is a good raw material for black magic.

But their attention was quickly attracted by the fierce fire rushing around, and they sensed the danger they were in. These shamans with their hands and feet **** arched **** the ground. They could not escape, they just wanted to hide. Behind his companion, let himself be burned later.

Nelson shook his head and pulled out the magic wand that was inserted on the ground. As the source of magic power was cut off, the fire that was still in a certain shape broke out completely, and a disaster was about to occur, but Nelson took out Grindelwald's Lighter, opened the lid, and gently rubbed the rollers. These fierce fires seemed to be conscious and settled down. They slowly contracted along the four pillars of fire at the beginning, and did not forget to pick up the same kind scattered around in the middle. Soon, they condensed into a small flame, got into the lighter, and let Nelson close the lid.

As the clouds began to bloom, the huge fierce flame covering the Knockdown Alley disappeared, leaving only a glowing cloud in the sky.

"Gnar, do you know? This guy uses a living person to make a corpse!" Tom threw down Karaktacus who was hanging on the wall ~www.readwn.com~ and ran over anxiously and said, "I thought he I stole some corpses from which cemetery... But I searched for his soul, and he took back at least one Muggle every month, and then made them alive into corpses. The corpses made in this way will bring the soul to the soul Blocked in the body, it is more painful and can stimulate the energy of black magic. This guy is absolutely frantic!"

"I found it." Nelson motioned to Tom to look at the sky. The crack torn apart by the lost fog floated in the air, except that it was low and shiny, and it was no different from ordinary clouds. The two quietly watched the end. A wisp of green smoke entered the clouds, and a gust of breeze passed by, taking away the ashes that had piled up, along with the evil of Karaktakus.

"He will pay the price." Tom said softly, looking at a scene from a biblical story.

There was only a scorched ruin in front of me. A burnt beam was slowly disconnected from the middle, and there was a crisp "click" sound. The next second, it fell to the ground and raised several times. Meter-high smoke and dust.

The wind was blowing harder and harder, and soon, a few clouds in the sky drifted over the Knockout Alley. They rubbed against each other, and after a muffled thunder, the fine raindrops crashed down.

The cloud formed by the lost fog, like a real rain cloud, merged into it and disappeared. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 185 Reborn Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort [Jump]

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