My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"This level is really exciting," Alphad commented, sitting behind Nelson, holding a slice of pizza without knowing where he came from. "It's like an ancient wizard's tomb or a treasury tunnel."

"I agree." Nelson was finally able to sit in the audience and watch the game. He stretched out comfortably, and his right hand just hit Alphad's nose with his head down. "But I have a question, is it mine? Isn't it exciting enough?"

"Enjoy! Energetic! I really love Alexander! I also suggest that my father make one for you." Alphad covered his sour nose with one hand, waved the other, and said urnly, "But nothing With a sense of substitution, do you know? Just like when you read a book, everyone has a sense of substitution. Few people like to read a story about a hapless person who is constantly tortured. You understand."

"It turns out that the bad idea was yours." Nelson shook his head and scanned the people in the lecture hall. The judges and guests were seated, and the commentator was slapping the wand in front of him to test his voice.

"Hello, the game is about to start, can you hear me?"

"What are you looking at?" Alphad swallowed the last piece of pizza, took another piece from his pocket, and handed it to Nelson. Five meters ahead, I will go back to sleep."

"Nothing, let me see who's here... By the way, did you see Chris? Tom’s sister, Christian Jewell." Nelson replied absent-mindedly, so that he could make it clear to Alphad. Repeated Christian's full name, "Until the last minute, no one knows who the final winner will be."

"I know who it is. I didn't see it." Alphad shook his head. "Nelson, the prophet can't talk nonsense."

"You have to know that this kind of first match is not the first place, but it depends on whether you can pull the opponent down."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a blast from the starting point. A colored ball above Tom's head exploded, and a streamer enough to bury him fell. This unique starting gun made the audience laugh.

"Because Tom Riddle won the first place in the first round, he has the right to start. Of course, due to limited space, his first mover advantage is only one minute. Let us see how What will he do in one minute?" The commentator quickly entered the state, "The game has started. With my knowledge of Riddle, the warrior, he is known for his precise magic and speed, and he is likely to borrow This opportunity opens up the gap with the other two. After all, for a wizard who can fly over the wall, a mere dagger can only be regarded as an ornament."

Tom looked at the other two warriors beside him, said hello, and stepped onto the track.

The horizontal angle of view made Tom's actions and progress clearer in the eyes of the audience. He shook his shoulders, let the ribbons on his body fall to the ground, and stepped on the floor composed of daggers.

"Ornaments?" Tom snorted. Nelson had already shown him the dagger brought by the question mark. It could be said to be as iron as mud and indestructible. Tom didn't think his flesh and blood could stop the attachment. The magical cold weapon, even the pace became cautious.

But to outsiders, Tom’s slow pace is like a gentleman walking after a meal. He did not seize the opportunity to run as the commentator guessed, nor did he create obstacles for subsequent players as some audiences imagined. , More like waiting for them, eager to face a fair game.

Tom's leather shoes stepped on the tip of the knife, as if walking on the ground. The sole of the shoe was not inserted at all, and the gleaming cold light under the foot seemed to be just an illusion, which could not hurt him at all.

"We checked these daggers before the game. They are all very sharp. We know that the tip of a knife is easier to pierce through obstacles than a blade. The Riddle Warrior should have used the Hardening Curse on the sole and the Lightning Curse on himself. ——This kind of spell has rarely been deliberately learned after its improved version of the floating spell was born, enough to show the vast knowledge of this player's spell."

The commentator talked eloquently. In the middle of the two games, he made up the make-up lessons. The improvement in professional level was almost immediate. Even Nelson couldn't stop nodding his head after listening. "Tom's light curse is not strictly a floating curse. The predecessor, the two have similar principles, but there is no strict inheritance relationship. The advantage of the light body curse used here is that there is no danger of losing balance by releasing the floating curse on oneself."

"That's it," Nelson turned his head. This new voice was a little familiar and strange. It turned out to be a round-headed, round-headed, tender-faced Moody. He looked at Tom with admiration and longing, and asked. , "Senior Williams, doesn't Senior Riddle know how to fly? Why didn't he choose to fly?"

"Uh... Moody, you should call me Nelson. Senior Williams sounds like a wizard who just got married at the age of 40 or 50 who only likes magical animals." Na walked into Newt in the amphitheater. He raised his voice, causing Newt to look at him and wave a fist. Then he pulled Tina to Nelson, "Tom does fly, but in such a small space. Flying is easy to encounter danger. On the other hand, this is also a problem you need to pay attention to when leaving school in the future."

"Okay, Senior Nelson, what is the problem?"

"Okay," Nelson was too lazy to correct Moody's name. He showed a lingering expression and said seriously, "When you venture in a forest or other uninhabited place and find the ground is dangerous but the sky is quiet, you must You have to check again and again before deciding whether to take a shortcut, because the calm sky often means there are more dangerous predators there."

"But there are no birds and no dragons in the corridor."

"You can't be so indifferent, Moody," Nelson said, pointing to Tom, "If these knives are purely to hinder the way forward, then why does Tom have it in all directions? Is it because the tournament predicts that someone will Become a gecko and crawl against the ceiling? You see, this is already obvious."

"Obviously? Sorry, I didn't—"

"The last two players are about to start." As another colored ball exploded, Ludwig and Margaret stepped onto the track, but their positions were very interesting, and Margaret actually lined up. Behind Ludwig, Nelson continued to explain, "Why didn't Margaret, who scored the second highest, not start at the second pick? The tournament team has already told us the format they want to see, Luther Vig can fly, and he will definitely choose this way of fast-tracking points."

After all, I saw Ludwig stretched out his hand and squeezed his left shoulder firmly. His hand turned into sharp claws, thrusting into his shoulders with unattainable strength, and then two huge ones. With the bat wings spread out behind him, Ludwig pushed **** the ground, jumped up, waved his wings, and rushed towards Tom's back.

"Wow! Ludwig Kant showed us the magic that he used in the first round of the game with the help of magical animal magic, but before the game, the staff had clearly checked his belongings, it looks like He has a special way of summoning," the commentator's voice sounded in due course, "Oh! His speed is fast, like a black lightning, but-my God!"

"Look, this is what I said. Since humans are born to be incapable of flying, they must be more in awe when facing the sky." Nelson turned his head, and what was reflected in the dumbfounded Moody's pupils was exactly what Ludwig had been counted by. The scene of wrapping up the dagger falling from the sky, "These traps are very obvious. If you can't even see this, you must be more careful when you go out in the future."

Tom turned sideways slightly, saw Ludwig who was stabbed like a hedgehog by a dagger, turned his head blankly, continued to maintain his own rhythm and drove forward, only the passage of the dagger had already gone for most of the time, waiting for him in front of him. Yes, it will be the crossbow bed surrounded in all directions and the throwing axe that is tied to the sling, tossed about, and howling the dangerous wind.

Behind Tom, Ludwig, who seemed to be embarrassed, was not that uncomfortable. His opening sprint did narrow the distance with Tom. Although the daggers did pierce the wings that wrapped him, they didn’t. What harm was done to him.

Ludwig released his right hand on the left button, and the wings behind his back shriveled. In a matter of seconds, it turned into a lump of slender residue like corrupted dead wood, and a dagger stuck in the wings. Controlled by the wand together, they flung to Tom ahead.

At the same time, he lost his power and fell on the spot. He actually became smaller and smaller in the air, disappearing like a **** mouse in the knife formation on the floor.

"Kant warrior chose to abandon his wings and attack Riddle who is far ahead!" The commentator exclaimed, "Is that Animagus? He actually used such a way to instantly reverse his disadvantage! You know— —"

"You know, the person who is ranked second must be the most dangerous," Nelson continued to explain, "He has to face the ambush set by the leader, and the thunder usually allows the third person to take advantage of it, but also to face it. The possible offensive against Margaret, such a situation of being attacked back and forth is actually the most dangerous."

I don't know when it started. A large group of people surrounded Nelson, including Tina and Newt. The two of them politely invited the classmates next to Nelson to change seats with them.

"Nelson, you are not A..." Newt paused and asked, "Has Albus taught the best student of transfiguration? Is Kant an Animags with his hand?"

"It should not be." Nelson shook his head. "This should be a less difficult transformation magic. The skilled Animagus can move freely in the animal state, and even use magic. Ludwig becomes one. A bat can’t fly. It’s like a **** mouse. It’s obviously not suitable for this body, and... I don’t know if you noticed it is useless. His form is a supersonic bat, Animag. Rarely has it become a magical animal."

"Yes, it is indeed a supersonic bat." Newt took a closer look at the **** mouse on the court and nodded. "I don't like this kid. He is too rude to the magical animals he raises. Oh, and Tom, remember to tell him, I hate him."

"Senior Newt, Tom has confessed. He vowed to have money to set up a magical animal protection organization," Nelson said nonsense. "He is even willing to lend you the basilisk for a few days."

"Oh?" Newt's eyes flashed brightly, and he coughed implicitly twice under Tina's reminder, "I will forgive him for his recognition of his mistake, and continue to watch the game. , Why is Tom still so tepid today?"

On the field, Tom frowned as he watched the throwing knife coming behind him. He finally drew out his wand and waved it reluctantly. Then, a **** mouse was never far away. Zhong flew up, just in the middle of Tom and Throwing Knife.

"When you choose to be weak, your destiny is controlled by others," Tom shook his head, and said disappointedly, "Kant, is the guy who led me to charge the giant dead? Why can I only become a mouse? Where are you hiding in Tibet?"

The restrained black bat squeaked twice in the air. When the flying knife approached, he put down the spell, Ludwig's control was lifted, and he fell straight to the ground, but he was still on the path of the flying knife.

After doing all this, Tom turned his head directly and faced the level ahead, completely useless to defend his back.

He only heard a piercing scream from the supersonic bat behind him. It quickly transformed into a human roar. Ludwig appeared in the air, pulling away his proud iron armor, and following a torrential rain With the thunderous crash, those flying knives were blocked by his barrier, and Ludwig, who was impacted, also smashed Tom's back.

But he quickly lost his motivation in mid-air~www.readwn.com~ and fell straight to the ground. Ludwig, who was too late to find balance in the air, had no time to hug his head, thicken the barrier, and hit it fiercely. In the blade forest on the ground, his hard barrier collided with the same sturdy dagger, wiping out dazzling sparks. Tom still did not look back. He stood in front of a small piece of twisting grass at the end of the blade line, bowed his head and looked at his feet. plant.

Ludwig staggered and climbed up from the ground behind him. His barrier was not broken, and the dagger stuck in the ground was not broken. The only thing that was hurt was the ground of the corridor. It was like a plow. There were scattered stones everywhere. Blocks and daggers inserted into the stones.

He raised his head and looked at Tom's back with complicated eyes. Tom raised his hand, and his body was suddenly covered by a layer of pulsating hot flames, and then he passed through the grass unharmed, standing in a whistling sound. Before the throwing axe.

Hugging his left arm with his right hand, biting his lower lip tightly.

"boom!"

Another colored ball broke, and Marguerite put on her glasses and set off.

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