My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Ludwig passed through the rain of bullets and threw himself over Alexander's head, and his own broken wings could no longer sustain his flight. After putting them back on the ground with the last trace of strength, he completely lost his balance. Driven by inertia, it flies towards the pointer throne.

Nelson's familiar blond hair appeared in his eyes, and a smile was already at the corner of his mouth.

"The test can reveal a lot of problems, and it seems that the defense of the head is still not enough."

Nelson stood up from the throne with his hand on the armrest, holding a magic wand in his left hand, pulling out a flower in the air, and Alexander's head was quickly covered by mist.

He stretched out his imaginary right hand, and a flash of lightning shot up into the sky from under Alexander's feet and shot into his hand.

On the shoulder of the Nelson activist, the lost fog poured into his hands, condensed into the handle of a double-pointed spear. He raised the spear and pointed it at the opposite three.

"bring it on."

Ludwig closed his eyes and rushed towards Nelson, but a sudden pull from his back made him open his eyes and turned his head to see Tom holding a dark chain and pulling himself back.

"He has been preparing for too long, we can't do without you." Tom smiled and patted Ludwig on the shoulder, and took out a bottle of white fresh from his pocket. "Recover now, and wait for you. Come and help us again, by the way, save a bit."

"You are indispensable." Margaret hummed, "Warriors can't fall behind."

"Yeah!" Ludwig nodded vigorously, and tremblingly unscrewed the white lid with both hands.

It took too much time to rescue Ludwig, causing Tom to lose the opportunity to attack, and the fog quickly spread to them, just to exclude Ludwig.

Ludwig swallowed and looked at the agitating fog wall in front of him. Numerous faces came out of the fog and were caught by pale hands. It was obvious that there was a great danger hidden inside, and he couldn't help worrying about the other two warriors. .

"Come in when you're ready," Nelson's voice came from the fog, "I don't want to take advantage of others."

...

In the lost fog, Tom and Margaret kept a distance of two meters, groping towards the throne, which happened to be the farthest distance they could see each other and help each other. The two held their wands. Well prepared.

Three silver shields flew around the two of them, and a rope net hidden in the dark was on standby at any time. Tom called out a number of small snakes, swimming on the floor, looking for Nelson.

"clang!"

Tom turned his head abruptly and looked at Margaret's back. The sparkling gun tip slammed out of the fog. It was blocked by the silver shield backed by Margaret, but the tip of the gun dispelled the transformation technique. The silver splendor still caused the silver shield to melt quickly.

Tom's backhand was an obstacle spell shot behind the tip of the gun, but it hit the empty space. Nelson missed a hit and quickly escaped.

"It's fast!" Tom gritted his teeth and shouted back, "Kant, did he wear a coat when you just saw Gnar?"

"I did not notice--"

Ludwig shouted, pulling his throat.

"Do some help..."

Tom cursed secretly and continued to be firm in Nelson's direction, while clearing the mayfly on the road.

"Get down!"

Margaret suddenly yelled. Tom didn’t understand why she yelled, but she still fell down instinctively, and saw the tip of the gun pierced out of the mist in front of him, rushing into the air, the rotating sword and shield suddenly The room rushed towards the tip of the gun, and it seemed to have hit this time, and the muffled sound of the blade piercing the flesh came from the mist.

"L……"

It was the sound of blood dripping, Tom's expression was a bit anxious, but he maintained the speed just now and continued to move forward until his foot stepped into a puddle of water on the ground.

He turned around and found that Margaret had fallen behind.

Three meters away from him, a pair of hands made of white mist was slowly covering Margaret's eyes.

"I understand why your eyesight is not good, Miss Sagan," Nelson whispered in her ear, "you don't see clearly, you just want to see more clearly, since ideas can come true, can you see the appearance? what differences are there?"

Marguerite was stunned, her hands hanging weakly on her side, only the last reason maintained her movement of holding the wand.

A thick wall made of lost fog approached from behind Margaret, and that small face was full of unwillingness to death and nostalgia for memory, and the hands made of white fog protruded out of the fog wall one by one. They hugged or dragged, and gradually narrowed the distance between Marguerite and the wall.

"Your Transfiguration is a Confusion Curse, isn't it?" Nelson asked softly, "No, all your magic is a Confusion Curse."

Marguerite's eyes widened, and the foggy shadow in front of her made her feel dizzy.

"Trick the masonry, make them think that they are soldiers, deceive the hair, make them think that they are blades, deceive the enemy, make them think that they are defeated, deceive the wand, make it think that you have cast the right spell," Nelson exclaimed, "have to Say, how could there be such unreasonable magic in the world, even if you didn't use it deliberately, but I really almost agreed to your invitation that day."

"I……"

At this moment, Margaret was completely covered by the hand stretched out in the lost mist, and the thin mist was invading her body from her ears, nose and mouth following Nelson's voice.

"But you are afraid of it, so you choose to be silent. You don't even talk to people." Margaret, who was disturbed by the fragmented memory in the lost fog, only felt that Nelson's voice was gentle and full of bewitching, which made her unconscious. "You are afraid of it just like... you are afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid--"

"Margaret, are you afraid of me?"

On the podium, Dumbledore, who noticed this scene, frowned, stretched out a hand, squeezed it against his nose, his gaze patrolled the auditorium, as if looking for a familiar figure.

"What the **** is Wiltening doing?" Constance's face was also solemn, "Is this what you taught him?"

"No, but these two things are combined..."

He shook his head and was silent.

"Margaret, don't be afraid." Nelson encouraged, "I have nothing to fear, there is nothing in the world to be afraid of."

As early as when he signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, Nelson had already noticed the strangeness of Margaret's magic. That night, he sought help from his former subordinates who were on a business trip in France, because of the conditions for a substitution to go to the Antarctic expedition. , The reply was quick, and with the help of Garon, a case sent from the Magical and Mental Hospital of Saint-Pinel presented Margaret in front of Nelson like an anatomy.

A young witch who was once thought to be a dumb gun or a silent person, after receiving Nicol Lemay’s three-year conditioning, was finally able to release magic successfully. She had an uncontrollable ability to confuse others since she was a child, but this It also makes it difficult for her to use other magics. In addition, the magic power released all the time makes her growth slower than ordinary people, and her body and magic are abnormally weak, especially her spirit. Her spirit is almost always run by a confusion curse. Squeezed dry, and this situation became more serious when she consciously opposed her own ability.

"Everyone says that you are an alien. Even your most respected Nico Lemay calls your help a ‘cure’, but are you really sick? Is it an alien that is different from others?"

"I am an alien, I am sick and need treatment..."

"Your brother is being bullied by others in Boothbarton every day for supporting you." Bai Wu has already closed Margarita in the fog wall behind him, and her innocent shackles have bound her tightly. "If they can really'cure' you, then why are they afraid of you?"

"Yes, I am not a patient..."

Marguerite's breathing gradually stabilized, and her tight expression relaxed, revealing a crying face. Some people are like this. If you don't make any expressions, it looks like crying.

"No! Monster!"

The lost fog contains the memories of all the deceased. One sentence coincides with Margaret’s inverse scales. Her emotions suddenly become unstable. The wall of fog finally finds an opportunity to invade her spirit and pull her consciousness in. In the blurry illusion.

"I!"

She breathed the air, looking at the pure white world surrounded by skyscrapers, and raised her hands blankly.

"Sorry, Miss Sagan," Nelson said with a smile, standing in front of her, "You are too difficult, I can only trick you into this place, but rest assured, the magic in the illusion is different from the outside, you can finally I had a good night's sleep."

The scenery changed quickly, and Marguerite appeared in a room on the top floor of the building beside her.

Nelson stood outside the door and said softly, "Sleep, you will feel refreshed when you wake up."

In the eyes of the audience, Margaret was swallowed by the white mist, and then inexplicably bowed her head and walked out. Just when they thought Nelson's magic had failed, Margaret suddenly raised her head, her eyes Pure white waves were surging in the middle, and then raised the magic wand, one by one spontaneously rotating sharp blades were born from the void, and each pure white soldier walked out of the fog wall holding various weapons.

Is Margaret going to fight back?

Everyone thought that, she did it, but she was attacking everyone who could be attacked indiscriminately.

The soldiers rushed into the fog and vandalized, while the rapidly rotating blades flew around in the air and hit Tom's back. Fortunately, they were blocked by the barrier, otherwise they might have been glorious.

"Miss Sagan! Sagan!" Tom turned his head, "What's the matter with you again?!"

What responded to him were the blades that struck one after another after the position was exposed.

Margaret's unconscious attack lacked her limitation, the blade became indestructible, it could be said to be as iron as mud, and Nelson's fortune was ruined.

"Oh...I'm too difficult." Tom sighed and drew forward to avoid the attack.

"I'm here!" Ludwig's voice sounded from behind Tom.

"You can count it." Tom took the time to reply. "You can get your pension if you come later."

Not only had to resist Margaret's indiscriminate attack, but also had to find Nelson's direction, and had to turn around to talk to Ludwig, which made Tom feel extremely tired.

"wind!"

Ludwig screamed with his unique sound after merging with the supersonic bat. Then, a hurricane enveloping the sound wave hit behind Tom. The lack of maintenance mist became thin and gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery It also becomes clear.

The fog cleared, revealing the figure of Nelson standing proudly in the center.

He carried the light gun, and seemed to have maintained this movement for a long time.

He was wearing a shirt with oily cuffs and a pair of overalls that had been washed many times. He stepped on a pair of high-top dragon leather boots and put the trouser legs into the boots. Tom could even imagine him wearing this suit and assemble those little by little. Gears, a scene that gives each mayfly agility.

The right hand holding the light gun is covered by the "armor" made of gears. The structure with no protective ability cannot be called a real armor. The gears rotate rapidly, pulling the transmission shaft to lift the spear, as if growing outside the body. Muscle is average.

A red lens floated in front of his right eye, and Nelson closed his left eye, leaned back and assumed a standard bid gun posture.

Every gear bursts out with amazing light, and their speed even exceeds the limit of naked eye observation. Only one disc sits around Nelson's arm, and the magic power is transmitted upward from the gear on his shoulder, acting as a gear. When it goes out and stops spinning, the next gear will take on its energy, and the magic will be transmitted to Nelson's wrist within a few seconds.

Tom raised his wand and waved it madly. A series of powerful spells rushed towards Nelson without money, but the power of the light gun was so powerful that it could have hindered the progress of magic, not to mention the endless mayfly standing on an iron wall. In front of Nelson.

In the next second, the sound of breaking wind and a light flashed across Tom's ear, and his ear was even cut by the wind.

But Tom didn’t have time to check his wound. He turned his head in horror~www.readwn.com~ Ludwig's face still had that confident smile on his face. He spread his wings, clenched the curse, and moved forward. Pounced, ready to help the battle, but a light gun passed through his right chest and nailed him firmly to the ground.

The electric light from the tip of one gun paralyzed his whole body, while the silver glow from the tip of the other gun began to dissolve and deform from his chest. His wings became shriveled and gradually contracted into the body. His fangs, red eyes, etc. were not human. Features have gradually faded.

His expression did not change in any way, but this smile hung under his human face but looked sad and embarrassed. His throat suddenly moved, and then, retching sounded, but it was not blood that was vomited out. It's a green toad.

It raised its head, looked at Ludwig who had been nailed to the ground, stuck out its tongue, poked his ankle, and then jumped and hid in the mist that hadn't completely dissipated.

Nelson took a deep breath, the gears all over his right arm fell off one by one, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Now, we are left."

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