My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Flames are very different from other calamities. When the violent fire that swept everything is extinguished, there will only be ashes on the ground. If there happens to be a breeze at this moment, even the ashes will fly away, and there will even be another one in time. The rain, the smooth and clean stone road is as clean as it was when it was built hundreds of years ago.

At least the officials of the Ministry of Magic think so. When Dorian Weasley brought his hands down to Knockover Alley, he saw the light clouds and breeze in front of him, and even thought he had broken into a quiet afternoon that had just rained. , The surrounding shops are the children’s favorite toy shops, and the down-and-out wizards who are **** in rows are the children brought by the teacher. They sit together and play like "throwing handkerchiefs". Some kind of game.

"Did someone report a false police?"

Dorian muttered to herself, hoping that his subordinates could give a little affirmative response. Almost everyone in the Ministry of Magic knew that two distant relatives of the Bok family who didn't know where they came from, opened in Knockturn Alley. This shop specializes in obscure things. Every item in the shop can be found in the Ministry of Magic’s "Prohibition of Making, Possessing, Distributing, and Selling Prohibited Magic Items", but he has been at large for so many years.

Dorian is affiliated with the Field Department of the Department of Magical Disasters and is not interested in these things, but he has also heard of some passionate young people wanting to stab the Bojinbok Magic Shop to rectify Knockdown Alley. But these "heroes" "Story" often ends without a problem after just writing the beginning. If things go on like this, everyone in the department knows that Karaktacus Bok is a tough one to provoke, so he had to let his magic shop just open like this.

But today, Dorian was shocked by the sight of the underground in the air. The original large shop has disappeared. Instead, there are rows of neatly arranged, regular-sized, smooth-walled craters, which are like being bombarded by meteorites. Once again, completely razed to the ground, but still intact, a group of black wizards on the watch list of the Ministry of Magic were tightly tied and strung together like meat sold by butchers in the market, making Dorian couldn't help but think of himself. When I was young and immature, my favorite thing to do was to string grasshoppers in the garden with grass to make a "wind chime" and hang it at the door of my sister who was chattering all day long.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, but his expression quickly became serious again. The hard bone of Karaktakus Bok was hard enough to chew, and it was really hard for him to imagine what kind of wizard would be able to achieve victory.

"Are you sure it wasn't a false police report?" Dorian raised his voice and asked again.

But his subordinates still didn't respond at all. If they can tell that this is indeed a false police report, they don't need to waste it under their own hands.

Dorian shook his head, clamped the broomstick with his legs, and led the team to the dark wizards **** by Nelson to land not far away.

Seeing the official of the Ministry of Magic descending from the sky on a broomstick, Nelson took out a small ball and squeezed it gently. A silver glove covered his burned right hand. Then, he raised his wand and tapped it lightly. After tapping the glove, it immediately turned into an ordinary leather, and the fingers were able to move flexibly.

A bald man in a suit stepped down from the broom with difficulty and shivered. Instead of checking the scene immediately, he squinted his eyes, turned his head and stared at the belated subordinates, and seemed to be considering whether to move from The guy who was dressed in a thicker coat stripped off his jacket.

Nelson greeted him. After a few years, Mr. Weasley, who had been in love, got fatter, and had completely lost the most distinctive feature of the Weasley family—the eye-catching red hair was gone. One, and his bald head gleamed in the sun.

"Sir, you can count it!" Nelson happily stepped forward and gestured to the wizards on the ground, setting the tone for today's affairs, "These dark wizards who illegally make a large number of corpses are really disgusting!"

"The corpse?" Dorian's voice rose twice. No one had told him that there was a corpse before he came. He nervously touched his **** pocket and pulled out his wand to look around vigilantly, even for most wizards. For the dark wizard, the word corpse only exists in books. They have heard more of the impressive name of this evil magic, but few have seen it with their own eyes, "Where is the corpse?"

"Don't worry, it has been processed by us. All the corpses have been burned. Now these dark wizards are left, waiting for you to send them to Azkaban."

"Are you?" Dorian raised his spirits, stepped back and asked. He used his peripheral vision to look at the wizards who squatted like quails. Good guys, they are all familiar faces. Colleagues in the Ministry.

"Saved..." A young brunette wizard squatting on the ground poked the arm of the wizard next to him, pointed to Dorian, and whispered, "It's Mr. Weasley, we can finally stay away from these two guys. Up."

"Huh, Lestrange, you think too much..." The wizard next to Dorian glanced at Dorian, rolled his eyes, and said, "I think Karkaroff is tied here and Dorian is locked in. It makes no difference to Zkaban."

"He works in the Department of Magical Disasters and is not in Wizengamore. How can we lock us in?" Lestrange pouted and said, "Besides why he can't get along with us, we are all pure-blood wizards."

"Are you sick? Are the brains of people who just left school so bad?" The wizard who was in a bad mood because of being **** said grimly, "We are all pure blood and he will help us. What is this? Logic? That Karkaroff and Chamberlain seem to be pure blood, did they help us?"

"This is different after all..."

"It's really different. Weasley is more complex. Their whole family is pure-blood scum. The guy who lives in a Muggle village and makes friends with Muggles... Fortunately, he is not a dementor, otherwise it's possible. I'm going to kiss you on the spot in a while." It seemed that something disgusting had been thought of, the wizard shivered, turned his back to Lestrange, and stopped talking.

"My name is Karkaroff, sir, a passing wizard," Nelson raised his right hand and tapped on the mask, making a "bang" noise, and said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't take off the mask and You can be honest with me. Today, my friend Chamberlain and I came to London for shopping, but when we came across such a black shop, we were forced to buy and sell, so we would attack us and even use the corpse...Fortunately, we are better at it, otherwise you Probably no report will be received."

"Ah...Is that so?" Dorian stared at Nelson suspiciously, with a fat hand gesturing behind his back. Although his men did not wink, they were not low-level wizards, and their intelligence was normal. Above the level, seeing the gestures, one after another approached Dorian, spread out, and slowly surrounded Nelson in a huge semi-arc. Dorian pondered for a moment and asked, "Then... What? Where's the corpse?"

"That's right, you should let him come and talk to you in person."

Nelson nodded, turned and walked towards Tom. He was surprised to see Karaketakus nailing himself to the wall and asked in a low voice, "How did you do it?"

"He's a smart man, knowing that nailing himself to the wall is the most comfortable and relaxing thing," Tom grinned and smiled, "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

"Put him down."

Nelson stepped on the ground lightly, and the spiked hole under Karaktakus' feet was immediately filled up by the mud that appeared out of thin air. Tom waved his hand and the "sea urchin" on the wall retracted, Karaktakus It fell softly, making a muffled sound of "poof", arousing a cloud of smoke and dust.

"It's boring," Tom glanced at Dorian's group of people who were preparing for battle in the distance, and asked them, "The people who wash the floor are here? Can we go now? Shall we go later? Take a look at the safe house I bought?"

Nelson nodded, and Tom saw it and kicked Karaktakus who was pretending to be dead on the ground. He said angrily, "I walked over and confessed the crime. You must explain it clearly, understand?"

"Ming...understood!" Karaketakus opened his eyes, took a peek at Tom and then retracted his gaze, nodded vigorously, and then quickly got up from the ground and ran towards Dorian, nothing like a pain. The injured person.

Looking at the back of his escape, Tom spread one hand, and the other hand was placed on it in the shape of a small person. When Karaktacus was about to run in front of Dorian, he raised his index finger. .

Immediately afterwards, Karaketakus raised his left leg strangely. He leaned forward and was uncontrollable. Finally, he shoveled forward in front of Dorian in a split position. He secretly looked back and saw Tom. Staring at himself and smiling, he immediately retracted his head.

"How did you do this?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I said, I'm better at dealing with wizards than you," Tom glanced at Karaktakus and saw that he was standing upright in front of Dorian, not knowing what he was talking about, looking like he was reporting his own situation. Turning his head to Nelson and said triumphantly, "This is a branding magic that I developed myself. Dumbledore taught me a magic to send messages fifty distances. On the basis of it, I combined The principle of Lettering’s soul magic strengthens the strength of one-way connections, and can even achieve a certain degree of control."

"I haven't seen you cast a spell. The preparation time should be very short?"

"Do you want to learn? I teach you?"

"No, I don't have that much energy," Nelson said quietly, shook his head, and said tiredly, "I have been a little weak lately."

"It's okay to give yourself a holiday," Tom advised. "You are not the kind of wizard who needs hard work to learn the spell."

"Always learn more. Dumbledore was already famous in fifth grade. Can you guarantee that you can beat Dumbledore at this age?"

"Actually, there is no need to treat him as an imaginary enemy. He shouldn't..." Tom thought about Dumbledore's three years of teaching his performance, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "But you have to take the initiative, better than Passivity is good, isn't it?"

"Ok."

"By the way, you were very resistant to my use of this magic before, but now you want to use it a little bit." Tom raised his eyebrows and said with winking eyebrows.

"Have I never used the Heart Drill?" Nelson retorted, chuckling, and said, "My previous thoughts were too one-sided, but now that I want to deal with someone who is born in hell, we have to compare They are more like demons. When I first burned the corpses, I could feel the liberation of their souls. I can't imagine the torture of these innocent Muggles by these wizards. This made me firm and I was right to do it. Things, under this premise, it doesn't matter to me that you use a magic wand to poke Karaktakus through."

"The pain of being stabbed is nothing..." The red light in Tom's eyes flashed faintly, and he said in a low voice, "I think he should have regretted it now. Why didn't he do business well in the first place?"

"I think so."

"By the way, are your hands okay?" Tom asked casually, glanced at Nelson's gloved hand, and then his eyes drifted to Karaktacus, who was crying and confessing in front of Dorian.

"Fortunately, apply some burn medicine, and it will be better soon." Nelson shook a fist and said that he didn't hurt much, and explained, "It's funny to say, every time I play with fire, I get burnt by my own fire To."

"Why?" Tom turned his head, staring at Nelson's hand and asked, "Is it hard to control fierce fire?"

"Not really, it may be my problem. I have no problem with other magic, but from the flame curse to the fierce fire curse, they are not controlled well. No one else has this situation. It may be mine. Magic power is not suitable for arson... but you see, this is the most powerful move in my magic right now."

"Have you asked anyone? I mean, Dumbledore, or... Grindelwald."

"I asked Newt, and he said that in my situation, it would be better to find a cute magical animal to stay together. He also recommended the pygmy cat to me, but I didn't find this magical animal in New York." Nelson thought for a while, and said, "I asked Grindelwald again~www.readwn.com~ his statement is a little more reliable."

"How did he say?"

"He thought it was because I had memories of the Paris fire in my mind, which made my magic instinctively resist the flames, so—"

"What are you talking about?! Why didn't you say it earlier?" Before Nelson's voice fell, Dorian in the distance seemed to have heard some explosive news from Karaktacus. He yelled, his face full of disbelief.

Nelson and Tom looked at each other and walked towards Dorian. When they saw the two walking side by side, Dorian cleared up his expressions, but when he looked at it for the second time, he saw two inexplicably familiar figures, and his face was written again. Full of confusion, "How do I feel where I have met you?"

"Perhaps." Nelson asked, "Is there anything I can do with the arrest? We are happy to help the Ministry of Magic maintain the dignity of the law."

"Ah...no, I have already called for reinforcements from the ministry."

"Then we will retire first." Nelson nodded and looked at Tom. Before Dorian made a sound to stop the two of them, they disappeared in place, and Karaktakus was agitated when he saw Tom's disappearance. His expression was eager to try, but he swallowed immediately, fear covering his previous emotions, and honestly reached out his hand to let Dorian tie himself. I am jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 186: Green reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Please click [Jump]

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