My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Nelson and the armor followed Dumbledore to a locked door. Along the way, Dumbledore was telling Nelson the story of Peppies.

The first-year Nelson and Alphad had been here during a night tour. At that time, the seemingly dilapidated wooden door was tied to a lock full of ash, and they could not do anything to use it.

Now it has been opened, hung on the doorknob and dangling, hitting the doorknob from time to time and making a crisp sound.

"It looks like you've been here?" Dumbledore said briskly, "I remember it was written on the school rules that this area cannot be approached... As expected, every student at Hogwarts has violated the school rules."

"I'm not, I don't." Nelson denies, at least he has to put on a dress in front of the principal, but he can't get over it. "I'm just a little curious."

"There are so many things in this world that make us curious," Dumbledore blinked, drew his wand and pointed it at the doorknob, and said softly, "Get your wand, beware, there may be a hard fight, the opponent is a ghost, I Need your lost fog."

"Is it Pippi?" Nelson asked curiously. "Isn't he just doing pranks?"

"That's not necessarily true. The wizard's hostility is at least traceable. Unprovoked hostility will only make us unprepared." Dumbledore shook his head. With the help of the unlocking spell, the old wooden door "creaked" and opened. , The hinge of the door shaft was rusted, and the harsh noise echoed in the empty corridor. Dumbledore turned his head, looked at the armor, and said, "You protect him."

"Good! Albus!"

The armor had no face, but Nelson clearly saw the joyful expression on its "face". When the holy and eye-catching golden light was shining on his chest, he suddenly had an unknown premonition and waved his hand again and again, "Professor, I do not need."

"No! You need it!" The shouts of round armor and righteous words echoed in the corridor, piercing Nelson's tympanic membrane like a brain-piercing sound, and it said excitedly, "Brother! How long have we not been together The battle is over! Come on! Let's execute the evil!"

"How I wish I had never fought alongside you..." Nelson closed his mouth bitterly. He didn't know whether the evil would be executed, but he knew that his face was about to be executed.

"Oh?" Listening to the abrupt and exciting music around him, Dumbledore stopped after entering the door, turned his head, and stared at Nelson who was covered in golden light with interest.

"Let's yell that sentence together!" The armor's voice was passionate.

Nelson has closed his eyes and closed his five senses as much as possible, hoping to survive this painful experience that is about to happen. He deeply understands a truth—anything that can only be said when you are alone is never to be said when someone is around you. of.

"Why don't you speak? Are you out of spirit?" The armor that had turned into light asked in confusion, "Let me do it for you!"

"Come on, Hansen!"

The amplified sound of the armor rushed into the sky, almost breaking through the roof of Hogwarts Castle.

A set of quaint, shiny silver and waxed full-body plate armor appeared on Nelson's body. Elf-like flashing runes gleamed around the armor, making Nelson enveloped in a halo. Horizontally, he raised the magic wand in his hand to the top of his head, and drew a perfect arc on his side. Then, with a strong downward flick, a pointer rapier covered with gears appeared in his hand.

Nelson could obviously feel that the armor was getting excited. It manipulated its arm to pull a sword flower that was a hundred times more beautiful than the action he had made before. It raised its chest and stood in front of Dumbledore. It didn't even know where it came from. I got a green Slytherin cloak, hung it on the back of my neck, and used the magical breeze to blow the cloak up and down.

"It looks okay," Nelson couldn't help thinking in his mind. "If this armor is a dumb, or if it's not me in the armor, that would be great..."

"Oh!" Dumbledore was surprised, and clapped his hands in praise. "Really handsome! The Knights of the Round Table are nothing but that."

"Thank you for your compliment." Nelson's urn sounded out of the can, like a forty or fifty-year-old man, but Dumbledore didn't know that Nelson in the armor was having a dangerous conversation with the armor.

("Do you have an increase in magic?"

"With me, you still think about magic? But there is a bit of it."

"Is there a Forgotten Curse?"

"Of course there is, how could the small breaking magic of the Forgotten Curse break my defense?"

"...")

"Let's go, Professor."

Nelson clanged to Dumbledore and walked in the door first.

Dumbledore shrugged and followed.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard a "clang" in front of him, and then he slammed into Nelson's hard carapace, and was pushed out by Nelson who had withdrawn.

"What's the matter, Nelson?" Dumbledore rubbed his knees and took a breath. "I feel like you might have knocked the map on my knees."

"Sorry, professor, but you might as well see for yourself."

Nelson took a step back, guarding the unprotected Dumbledore and looked out the corridor behind the door.

I saw innumerable sharp daggers floating in the corridor behind the door, guarding the central bell-shaped cover. He was pierced into a hedgehog—of course, the sharpness of the dagger allows it to penetrate the human body without any hindrance. Perhaps the last thing left is not a hedgehog, but a shapeless sponge.

Dumbledore just probed the probe, and three daggers flew towards him at lightning speed. Nelson subconsciously raised his hand to resist, and the dagger hit the armor. These daggers that could cut off the desk at will could not break it. His defense only left three white marks that quickly disappeared.

But Nelson seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. Despite the cushioning of the armor, his arms were still numb, and his brain was still buzzing.

"Pippy, I'm here to negotiate terms." Nelson shouted into the door.

Three daggers responded to him.

Nelson was a little angry, but still patiently said, "Now the principal and administrator have changed. You don't need to be like this!"

Chiliquala talked a lot, but the people inside seemed to be unable to understand the human language. He just threw the dagger outside, Nelson was angry, and he had surpassed the scope of pranks. No matter how good the temper is, people encounter this kind of unreasonable. Guys will also become unreasonable.

"It's not like a prank." Nelson shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Professor, are you sure it's Pipi ghost here, not some hidden treasure?"

"No, the trap that used to ambush Pipi Ghost is here. Look at those crossbow beds and those throwing axes, they should be under Pipigui's control now."

"Are you sure you want to use this place as the venue for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I think we should be able to deal with Pippi."

"What nonsense? Just rush in and have a look?"

The irritable big brother in armor did not give Nelson a chance to object. He took his long sword and bent his knees slightly. Nelson only had time to take a deep breath, and shot out the door like a cannonball that came out of the box!

The response of the dagger was not unsatisfactory. The dagger approaching the wooden door followed Nelson's invisible silver figure, blasting out like a gust of wind, and even some daggers had predicted the point where he would slow down in front of the opposite wall. .

But neither Nelson nor Pippi thought that the armor had no idea of ​​slowing down at all. It controlled the balance in the air, but it kept accelerating and hit the opposite stone wall.

Nelson closed his eyes. This trick was at least worth a concussion. I hope that Dumbledore will not be like dumpling stuffing when he pours himself out.

But the imaginary collision did not happen. The armor changed its posture in the air. Two legs stepped on the opposite wall, kneeling down to the limit, leaning back to avoid the flying daggers, and adjusting the remaining daggers. Before the angle, both legs exerted force and fired again to the other side of the wall.

A silver lightning leaped in the dusty corridor, almost breaking through the limit of human imagination for the word sensitivity. Nelson in the armor only felt that his heart beats faster and his blood boiled. This is the instinct of human beings when encountering stimuli. In response, the armor's "Yes, that's it, just close your eyes and leave the rest to me" also became very harsh, his arms exerted force, regained control of the body, and left his hand. He pierced deeply into the wall, hung himself on the wall, turned his head and looked at the stone wall that was almost collapsed by the foot just now, holding the long sword in his right hand, pointing directly at the bell jar.

The silver visor opened, revealing a strand of blond hair, and Nelson's eyes were full of excitement. It had been a long time since he felt the joy of every cell in him.

"Perhaps I am a fighter in my bones."

Nelson thought indiscriminately, as he had been deep into the sword formation, he was being firmly locked by the daggers in all directions. He had the same mind as the armor, but he had an idea at first, and his legs and feet were synchronized with force and came out of the string.

Nelson switched to holding swords in both hands and charged forward. Dumbledore, who had not had time to enter the door, rubbed his eyes. The silver figure in his eyes was like a flying falcon. It seemed that only the ceiling was his limit.

Nelson stopped avoiding, but rushed forward to meet the flying dagger. Even so, the dagger coming from behind and to the side still couldn't even see his exhaust.

The long sword held high burst out with a dazzling golden light, and there was a clock-like clockwork sound in the trance. When he raised the long sword to the top of his head, the surrounding gears suddenly scattered, and the sword body split into countless numbers. Fragments, but they were all slashed fiercely with Nelson's sword swing, and a violent rainstorm engulfed in a whirlwind of sharp blades was immediately set off in the corridor. Although there was only one sword, he was still not afraid to face the dense daggers. The attack rushed towards the bell jar.

Behind Nelson, the golden sword rain fell, and the daggers that were riddled with holes and twisted and deformed fell weakly to the ground like dumplings.

"Brother, look at me next!" The armor yelled excitedly, and Nelson's ears were going to be deafened.

There is also a row of hanging throwing axes in front of the bell jar. If Nelson is in the world of "Tomb Raider", he may need to perform a rhythmic gymnastics movement such as a back and forth roll to avoid these throwing axes.

But the way of fighting armor perfectly interprets what is called violent aesthetics. Even if it is an armor made by wizards and specially worn by wizards, it does not know what "dodge" is. Nelson's magic power is mobilized. Condensed on the surface of the armor, facing the heavy guillotine axe that passes by, it can push them away with every hard part of the body, change the direction of the throwing axe, and when facing the obstacles that come directly You can even delay the axe blade with the remaining sword hilt in your hand, and make a fist with your other hand to smash the blocked axe!

The heavy crossbow bed has no way to threaten the two of them. Even with the magic power, it is just a heavy plaything.

Nelson quickly came to the bell jar, and the blade fragments flying behind him finally caught up with him, piece by piece on the hilt, and those gears also flew around the dagger in the corridor, and surrounded him. .

Nelson bent down and tapped the bell jar in front of him with the metal knuckles, but the armor suddenly straightened him.

A poisonous arrow glowing with purple light shot out from the air hole of the bell, and flew over Nelson's neck. The capital of the dagger that was rubbed behind became charred and brittle, and fell weakly.

Nelson was really upset. He held the long sword back, and the sword body turned into a rifle in a "click" sound. Nelson raised the rifle, held it against the air hole of the bell, and continued to pull the bolt. Fire several shots in a row.

"The bald lion cold arrow, right? Cold weapon, right?"

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Seven shots went down, and the bell-shaped cover broke open with a crack.

Dumbledore who followed immediately raised his eyebrows. This was a good item purchased by the school back then. Isn't that sword more than a strong sword?

"Well, Pippi, we are here to negotiate terms."

"Talk about terms?" Nelson heard Pepi Ghost's voice for the first time, a sharp, twisty voice that seemed to be laughing all the time. Pippi has nothing to talk to you!"

Nelson felt a coolness coming from behind, he turned around in horror, only to see Dumbledore, who was expressionless, raised his wand, his armor rolled on the spot with Nelson, and a thunder suddenly struck the bell. The bell was blown off by the explosion and hit the wall. The two deformed together, and the bell bounced back and forth in the corridor.

"Pippy, I'm the current principal of Hogwarts. You pose a threat to the safety of students." Dumbledore's face has never been so stinky. "Either stop your behavior, accept the school's supervision, or leave. Hogwarts, never come back."

"Well, Pippi thinks that the students may not think so, but Pippi can't beat you, so Pippi thinks you have the final say."

Pepy Ghost squeezed its milky white head out of the air hole of the flying bell, and stared at Dumbledore with a grin. Suddenly, the bell hit the other wall, squeezing its head, but It pulled out abruptly and got into the wall.

"Hahaha, crying ghost, this is Pippi's escape route!"

Dumbledore looked at the place where it disappeared blankly and took a deep breath.

Nelson shrugged, and a big hand made of lost fog came out of the wall holding a soft and feeble Peepee, and then, the entire wall of the corridor waved hands made of fog.

Nelson approached the wall and walked into the fog. Behind him, the screaming and cursing Peepee was also dragged into the illusion. Facing the fog, the spirit body would almost lose all its power.

"Professor, I'm afraid you will kill it." Nelson's voice came from the fog.

"I understand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Dumbledore said softly, "I'll go back to the office and wait for you. I'm sorry, as a professor, I lost my mind in front of the students."

"I understand, Professor, after all, I've also gobbled up in front of you."

Nelson's voice became smaller and smaller, until the door of the mist closed into a small whirlpool behind him, and the big pale hands with their teeth and claws turned into mist and merged into the whirlpool.

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked at those savage hands that he knew weren't serious magic. He frowned, and he stretched out his hand. The last mist of mist was cut off by him and condensed on the tip of his staff.

"It's really you, Albus," a weird voice sounded behind Dumbledore. He turned his head, and Sigmund, shaking his head, was standing outside the wooden door. "I thought it was about a knight's hand-to-hand fight. Wonderful performance, but I didn’t expect that there would be such an after-hours entertainment show, where you would even have to plug in your own students’ stuff. After so many years, you are still so...tsk, so indescribable."

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