My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Marguerite wearing the glasses was like breaking a certain seal, and her temperament became unique.

Even the commentator said "Miss Sagan is like a different person."

She took her feet, the style was slightly different from the first but still white long skirt flutteringly raised the skirt, looking like a cleanly washed mushroom.

The raised skirt reveals a foot with black soft-soled leather shoes. Her calves and ankles are extremely slender, her skin is transparent that rarely sees the sun, and the cyan blood vessels are looming, like an exquisite glass sculpture.

The soft-soled sandals lightly stepped on the tip of the knife. The audience imagined that the scene of the dagger piercing the sole of the foot did not happen. Those extremely dangerous blades quickly corrupted when they touched her, and they were generally weathered for thousands of years. It shattered in the crisp "click" sound, as if she was stepping on a pile of potato chips.

"Did she hang up?" Nelson muttered to himself, looking at the scene in shock, "was she not like this before?"

"What?" Newt asked curiously. "What did she drive?"

"Nothing," Nelson shook his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the "outing girl" who was walking in the garden without even taking out his wand. He took out the dagger brought by the question mark from his arms, held the tip of the knife, and The hilt of the knife was handed to Newt, and he explained, "Those daggers are similar to it, and may not be as good as it, but it is definitely not a simple destructive spell that can be destroyed."

"Oh, you are carrying such a weapon with you!"

Newt took the dagger carefully, and under Tina's disgusting gaze, he held it in his hand excitedly like a child and chopped the air in front of him.

After playing for a while, he drew out his wand and tried various spells against the back of the knife.

The red-orange-yellow-green-blue-violet curse flashed, Newt was busy sweating, but the dagger in his hand was still intact.

"Ahem, Nelson, you know, although I haven't received much school education, my level of curse is not so bad."

Newt scratched his head, fiddled with the dagger in his hand, and handed it back to Nelson, puzzled.

"Senior Newt, the magic power on this dagger is closely connected with Hogwarts. Unless you cast magic that can destroy the castle, it will be difficult for even a powerful wizard like you to hurt it," Nelson took the dagger. , Put it back into his arms, "Of course, it has to be in the castle, but according to my personal feelings, Marguerite has no such level at all."

Tina smiled softly at Newt, who had flushed cheeks, and said to Nelson, "Look at you, Newt never knows how to respond to compliments. You will prevent him from finding North."

"I'm just telling the truth, Mrs. Scamander." Nelson blinked, and it was Tina's turn to blush. The two experienced wizards who were nearly a hundred years old looked like two puppies. The young man caught by the dean.

"So how did Sagan destroy the dagger?" Moody may be the only one who is still paying attention to this matter. He asked loudly, what a horrible kid!

"The strongest fortress is often broken from the inside," Nelson squinted again, observing Margaret's tricks. "This is an extremely clever, clever confusing spell that no one can learn, Marguerite. It should have affected the dagger's perception of'time', because the fallen daggers are naturally weathered no matter how you look at them."

"How can a wizard control time?"

"This is not manipulating time, this is deceit, when you firmly believe that one second of your own is a hundred years from the inside out," Nelson swallowed, threatening Moody with a ghostly story. "Then even if only a few seconds have passed outside, you will quickly grow old in your own feelings!"

"Gudong."

Moody swallowed heavily, this world is too dangerous for him!

"So! Alastor Moody, eat me." Nelson drew his wand and pointed it at Little Moody's nose, making Little Moody, who didn't dare to get out of the air, become a cross-eyed. Nelson learned from the Dark Wizard. The voice said hoarsely, "Life is like a year!"

Moody closed his eyes cooperatively, for fear that he would have become an old man when he opened his eyes again.

Time flies quickly. A few hours later, Moody felt his shoulder patted. He opened his eyes and saw Nelson smiling and playing with his collar and the students around him who were holding his smile.

"Okay, well, Moody, you really died of old age just now. We all attended your funeral. It's 1973. I didn't expect your next life to be like this, and I didn't expect that we still have fate. Hogwarts met."

Nelson helped Moody sort out his collar, looked at him still in a daze, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I don't use magic, only a second has passed. Let's continue watching the game."

"Good job!" Alphad exclaimed loudly, "I learned it!"

"What's the use of you learning!" Moody, who had just realized that he was ridiculed, looked at the softest persimmon present, and choked, "If you do this, others will think you are joking, only Williams and Riddle It is possible for such a wizard to use such magic!"

"Haha." Tina and Newt smiled stiffly, as if only two characters were written in the line.

"It's a good idea," Sigmund (Grindelwald), who has been watching here silently, joked to Dumbledore seriously, "I am going to develop a magic that will cast a confusing spell on the world so that we can solve the crisis in one second. , It's called'mechanical descent'."

"You are a judge, can you pay more attention to the game..." Dumbledore shook his head, "And this is also unrealistic. Since you can cast a confusing spell on the world, why not directly solve the crisis?"

"makes sense…"

At the same time, another wizard, Tom, who was praised by Moody, was standing in front of the throwing axe. He had maintained this contemplative action for a long time, which really made everyone appreciate his handsome profile.

He held his chin with one hand and the back of the other hand, like a sculpture, in sharp contrast with Ludwig who was struggling behind him in the rain of knives.

Each of the throwing axes in front of them danced at a specific frequency. If you can grasp the rhythm, you can even walk past it leisurely like a road in the early morning.

Tom stood in place and meditated, but he kept flying black shadows forward, but he would soon be wiped out by hitting a throwing axe.

Even though each shadow walks more distance than the previous one, it still looks like it is queuing to commit suicide.

Ludwig, who was fighting with the dagger, has become more relaxed. His heart is full of anger that Tom despised. Many people can only be extremely angry when they are extremely angry, but Ludwig is different. He In the case of extreme anger, it broke out beyond the previous combat power, and was able to use the iron armor curse to influence the trajectory of the flying blade. Yu Li interfered with Margaret, who was quickly getting closer.

Confusingly, all his interfering spells were shot behind him, and none of the daggers that flicked off came to Tom's back.

"What a gentleman!" Sigmund sighed, shaking his head, "The fly in the ointment is that he doesn't know much about sports."

"A gentleman who madly attacked the girl behind him?" Constance said dissatisfiedly, "but compared to you, your students are still much more upright."

"This is respect for the lady, my dear Constance," Sigmund retorted. "In a competition on the same stage, treat her as a well-matched opponent and give him 12 points of respect. He is more than you. You know what it means to be'open and upright.' Isn't this a gentleman's behavior? Do you want your students to be treated preferentially? If you really think so, I will stop the competition and propose changes to the rules."

"I didn't mean that." Constance snorted sullenly, holding his hands and turning his head to the side. "A strong word!"

"I'm unreasonable." Sigmund immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued. He pointed to Margaret and said softly, "My dear Constance, it seems that you don't understand the tenacity of your student. Well, you see, Ludwig's attack is nothing to her."

Constance followed his fingers and looked at Marguerite, who was almost flooded by the torrent of flying blades. She closed her eyes, her glasses looked like a display. Seeing that the student was about to be hit hard, Constance became nervous. Can not help but clenched his fists.

In an instant, Marguerite was engulfed by a torrent of terrifying steel, and the daggers so dense that it made the viewer uncomfortable covered every vital point of death on Marguerite, but she did not slow down her pace at all, but maintained it. Going forward with the original speed, facing the dagger.

In the next second, the slender girl disappeared. Her position was completely swallowed by crazy daggers. Even the instigator Ludwig's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of killing people, but what was even more unexpected was that of Marguerite. Especially without precautions.

In an instant, there was a shower of dense metal crashing from the dense dagger group, and Margaret walked out of the dagger group intact, like an intangible ghost, Ludwig’s face. Shang also maintained his horror of his murder.

Margaret left the deadly attack behind her, and the frantic dagger was divided into two distinct camps, half still strangling everything around in chaos, and the other half forming an orderly square. Efficiently destroy the surrounding "enemy".

The daggers in the castle may be invincible, but when they face their own people, the unbreakable golden body is broken. The daggers appear on their bodies, and then more and more battle damages, those that were damaged by Ludwig. Grid was thrown away at random, relying only on instinctive destructive actions, and even the dagger that would accidentally injure the friendly forces, was quickly defeated. Margaret commanded the remaining subordinates and violently attacked Ludwig.

Ludwig finally knew why the third-placed himself was arranged to appear in second place. The front was Tom, who easily pulled his deformed himself out of the knife formation, and the rear was Margaret, who easily cracked his offensive. Especially, he feels at a dilemma, and he understands deeply what is meant by "two breads with cheese".

"My students are not bad either." Constance said with a distressed expression, "Such a good student even sometimes makes me feel that my teaching is meaningless."

"Indeed," Sigmund nodded in agreement. "You really should feel that you are meaningless. If there is one of Miss Sagan's magic that you taught, I will eat Albus."

"Bet can you not take me?"

Dumbledore was helplessly drawn into the dispute between Constance and Sigmund.

"As a teacher, you shouldn't have any idea of ​​preferential treatment," Sigmund even took the time to educate Constance. "For wizards, a fair defeat is more meaningful than a victory over rape. Every Individuals have their own inherent defects that are difficult to eliminate, but this also means that everyone who competes with you on the same stage has their own shortcomings. People who are truly valuable should overcome these shortcomings and become strong, rather than complaining about themselves! The weak who can only beg for mercy are worthless!"

Many people on the judges' bench had heard Sigmund's deafening speech, and they all looked at him as if they had known this person on the first day.

"Sorry," Sigmund lowered his voice, "I'm a little excited, and it doesn't seem like what Sigmund would say."

Hearing this, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

Constance took a deep breath and said seriously: "Sigmund, you have some truth, but... you speak like a person I hate."

"Can you tell me who it is?"

"Gellert Grindelwald," Constance looked straight into Sigmund's eyes and squeezed the name out of his throat. "I don't agree with you, but I can't refute it."

Rao Shi has been playing "ping-pong-pong" behind him, and Tom still did not turn around. He did not have the confidence to face the two sneak attacks at the same time, but Ludwig looked at him last. His eyes have confidence.

Tom knew clearly that Ludwig's heart had been occupied by rage and the obsession to prove himself. He would not be able to do it without catching up with him. On the contrary, he would do his best to defeat Margaret. To create a game without interference.

After a long period of observation, Tom has already practiced to figure out the frequency of these throwing axes in front of him, and the black shadow he released has also gone farther and farther, but in the face of several attacks on the way, he had to be dispelled. Then re-condense.

In fact, he has found a not-so-beautiful customs clearance route, but this requires a combination of toss and turns like an assassin, various forward rolls and backflips. He shook his head, and it appeared in his mind that Nelson was wearing the one that was enough to hold down. The figure who broke his overcoat on the sixth floor breathlessly.

"It's too unmagical."

Tom smiled, raised his wand and pointed at the first throwing axe that crushed his phantom.

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