My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"Ding-"

Tom’s magic seems to be just throwing out a small stone, and a black shadow flew forward with a "swish" sound, hitting a throwing axe in the middle of the level ahead, making a crisp collision sound, but only on the axe. A white mark was left on one side of the blade.

"It's a pity, Riddle seems to lack a clear understanding of the level of the level props! Although the throwing axe was blocked by this attack for a moment, it is just a man-armed car!" The commentator sighed loudly, "His spell is wrong! No! Know if the next two players can resolve the fight as soon as possible and take this opportunity to catch up with him?"

"Tom made no mistakes."

At this time, Ludwig, who was fighting and retreating, was already very close to Tom. Before the students around him had just made a lost expression, Nelson's timely words infused them with a booster, and they all looked at Nelson, looking forward to it. Reading his next sentence.

"Watching the game, you will understand."

Nelson didn't explain too much, he just supported his chin with his hand and stared at Tom on the field intently.

Tom did not hear the commentary evaluation, naturally it is impossible to be affected. He raised his wand again, assumed the same posture as before, waved the spell, and a small black shadow shot out again, hitting another one afterwards. Throwing axe.

He did not look back.

Seeing his action, the commentary stopped. In the next ten seconds, Tom fired fifteen similar spells one after another, hitting six of them with throwing axes, and one of them was hit. The largest throwing axe was hit eight times, but it did not suffer any damage except for the eight white marks on the axe blade.

The audience could already clearly hear the panting of the commentary about a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Hey! He's on the bar with this curse, can you stop worrying about your stone throwing!" As a British, the commentator yelled angrily, and the assistant below the stage quickly approached As a reminder, he lowered his voice to apologize to the audience, "Sorry everyone, I am a little excited."

At the end, he added: "But I still have to say that there is not much time left for Riddle. Kant and Sagan are very close to him. One of them is catching up and the other is desperately obstructing. Opponents, and Riddle is wasting his hard-earned advantage. If he doesn't adjust his tactics and show his performance in the first game, then this one is dangerous!"

Hearing the comment of the commentary, the audience became visibly noisy, and everyone didn't understand what medicine was sold in Tom's gourd.

"You don't have the bottom, do you?" Alphad carefully approached Nelson and asked in a low voice, "Isn't Tom unable to solve this level?"

"How is it possible?" Nelson said without looking back, "Tom is about to pass, don't you think? Moody."

Alphad turned his head and saw that Moody, who had just heard the conversation clearly, was staring at him resentfully, his face was full of dissatisfaction with his arrangement of Tom, Alphad had to rub the kid’s head. , Said, "I'm joking, really, look at my sincere eyes."

Moody snorted and continued to stare at Tom in the arena.

The audience talked more and more frequently. Although he was trying his best to stop Margaret, Ludwig was only a few steps away from Tom, and half of his foot was already on the devil net that Tom had just passed by. On the lawn, the twisted Tengman had already climbed onto his ankle, and Ludwig stepped on his feet, and an imperceptible sound wave radiated from his arms to the surroundings, and the devil's net under his feet loosened the tentacles.

Margaret was chasing faster. She was almost face to face with Ludwig. Ludwig felt tremendous pressure at this time. He only felt that his spells and wands had begun to become unwilling. Magic always misses, but Margaret's attack hits his shield with every single blow.

His defenses began to become unstoppable. A ray of flame engulfed him with wind, and even hit Tom, who was behind him. The fire-fearing devil's net immediately retracted and turned into a harmless lawn. .

This level is set a little lacking in meaning. How can a player who can be selected as a warrior not know that Devil.com is afraid of fire? However, complex herbs cannot be used in this type of competition. Those truly dangerous magical plants may kill three players in an instant. This lawn seems to be forcibly inserted into the game due to some kind of element.

The tongue of fire rushed to the hem of Tom's robe, and it went out when he was about to approach. He didn't seem to notice the tongue of fire, and he was still bombarding the howling throwing axe in front of him with that poorly powerful spell, without turning his head back.

When the noise in the lecture hall reached its peak, Tom moved. He lowered his head, frowned and looked at the hem of the robe protruding from the cylinder of his torso. After thinking for a moment, he unbuttoned and took off his coat. The black sweater with t embroidered inside was exposed.

"Oh, it seems that our warrior is a little hot by the fire," the commentary said, not salty or weak. "I have to say that Riddle's clothing is still very good. It is easy for ordinary people to wear this kind of black. Like a crow or a bat, he can control this style."

Tom folded his robe and hung it on his bent right arm, inserted his wand into his sleeve, took a deep look at the throwing axe in front of him, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Merlin's Paris Cannon!" The commentator was so angry that he began to talk nonsense. "Judges, have you seen it? I am not mistaken, am I right? Our Riddle has taken the wand back, did he abstain? ?"

The judges ignored his wailing, but stared at Tom with interest, looking forward to his next move.

"Five, four, three—"

Tom closed his eyes, his mood was extremely calm, and his heart rate stabilized. He felt the sound of the wind brought by the throwing axe in his ears, and silently counted the numbers that he had counted hundreds of times.

"two."

Tom leaned forward and opened his eyes. As imagined, the first throwing axe flew past the tip of his nose. The throwing axe has just passed by. It should be the best time in the past, but Tom did not move. Instead, it was. Waited again.

Margaret, who was blocked by Ludwig, saw Tom’s movements. As an opponent, she might be the one who knew best what Tom wanted to do. She raised her wand in horror, and then two red light beams. He crossed Ludwig and struck Tom's back.

"one."

Time seemed to freeze. Tom opened his legs and walked forward. The throwing axe in front of him was falling and struck him again, but after all, it couldn’t accelerate on its own. Tom took off his coat, it couldn't even cut the corner of his robe that was supposed to be here.

Margaret’s curse immediately followed. At this time, the throwing axe coincided with Tom’s back. The spell hit the throwing axe heavily one after another, causing the axe blade that was running normally to pause and turn towards The other half.

But what effect can this have on Tom? He was like a gentleman on a date, holding his jacket, and walking towards the end of the throwing axe path at a constant speed. Ludwig was panicked when he realized that Tom had entered the next level. He turned around, and a few thick black beams directed towards Tom rushed, and without exception, they were all hindered by the flying axe. Several powerful spells even turned around with the flying axe, banging loudly.

Even though it was as exciting as a symphony behind him, Tom did not look back.

The audience finally understood what Tom was doing in his seemingly meaningless behavior before. He stood in front of the throwing axe and wanted to find an easy time to pass, but the frequency of the axe blade was different after all. Those spells Although it only hindered the subsequent throwing axes for a moment, they successfully adjusted them to a frequency that Tom wanted.

He passed through an axe blade that shone with cold light. They wiped his hair, the corners of his clothes, and the tip of his nose, but they couldn't really hurt him. The reason why Tom took off his clothes was only because the robe was on him. It's hard to avoid being shaved. He really doesn't want to walk back in tattered clothes, not to mention that this dress is quite expensive.

Ludwig’s curse bounced back and forth in the throwing axe, as if a violent conductor was directing a percussion band. He had already ignored Marguerite behind him, and turned around completely. , Leaving her back, just want to hinder Tom's pace.

And Margaret watched Ludwig's stupid behavior, her eyes filled with anger, and she clenched her fists involuntarily.

"Oh my God! Merlin... Merlin's ass!"

The exclamation of the commentary sounded at the right time. He couldn't wait to slap himself twice. The commentator also saw some legends of wizards, knowing that when every genius rises, there will always be a veteran character who can't read the air. It seems to be played. Like a stupid curse, he poured cold water in front of him. He knew that the protagonist of the story would always prove himself, but he did not expect that he was the "veteran character". What I didn't expect was that the pretending to slap his face came so quickly, he looked at Tom with red face, and the comments he had just released seemed to have bounced through the walls of the lecture hall and passed into his ears.

"This is the temperament that a great wizard had when he was young!" The commentator can't wait to use all the exquisite words on Tom at this moment, as if he has won the championship, "In the face of difficulties, he will not compromise, and he will persist in the face of doubts. I, walking around in the face of victory, why? Why?"

The audience looked at the commentary like a fool. His professionalism was indeed not bad, and he quickly aroused the audience’s appetite. Even Dumbledore, who had confirmed that Tom had the winning ticket, looked at him, wanting to hear what he could spit out. Ivory comes.

"That's because for him, victory is so easy!" The commentator yelled excitedly while waving his desk, "I bet even Dumbledore, no! Not even Merlin! I dare not be in this level. Throw away the wand! But Tom Marvolo Riddle can! Let’s call his name! For so many years, I’ve never seen a wizard capable of doing something like this. It’s more powerful than the use of any powerful magic. I feel shocked!"

Dumbledore didn’t know whether Tom would blush when he heard this praise. He blushed anyway. He listened to the commentary. He thought Tom had just killed Grindelwald and glanced at Sigmund next to him secretly. Dumbledore took a deep breath and continued to look at the arena.

Tom shuttles through the dangerous jungle formed by throwing axes. Any accident may kill him, but his face is plain, no different from a walk after dinner. Although there is a dense sound of spell explosion behind him, Tom Still not looking back, his movements are still precise, his heartbeat is still gentle, and his eyes are still confident. He clearly knows that the throwing axe being played with will block all the damage for him, and he will double the humiliation he has received back to the people behind. .

"What are you doing in a daze? Come and help!"

When Ludwig saw that Tom was about to reach the end, he was immediately panicked. Although there were still some cards in the follow-up, the tea set of the whole level was really difficult to catch up. He couldn't guarantee that he would pass the level after standing for a while, so he turned his head and became ill. He hurriedly sought help from Margaret, completely forgetting that the two were almost born and died.

"you can…"

"what?"

"You are such a fool!"

Margaret was furious, raising her wand, and the petrification curse hit Ludwig who was messed up.

"Did you know? Riddle adjusted the swing frequency of these axes. If he can pass, the people behind can also follow his speed, find his timing, and pass the level in the same way!" Margaret stepped forward. Putting his wand against Ludwig’s petrified throat, he said coldly, "He doesn’t bother to stumble the laggards. As long as you are honest, you can at least run through his paved road, but what are you doing? Woolen cloth?"

Tom jumped over the last throwing axe, and its sharp blade hit his hair that was lifted by the wind, and it broke two hairs! Tom frowned, threw his wand out, and used a flying curse to attract the two hairs, which burned to fly ash in his hands.

Margaret whispered at Ludwig, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, "You know that magic can hardly hurt these axes, and you have to vent that meaningless anger. This kind of weak struggle is really ridiculous. Blocked your last part of the road, what can you do? You can’t even make Riddle’s stumbling block, oh no, you can make these **** axes spin and perform acrobatics, you really are sharp!"

She pushed down the stiff Ludwig and made him fall into the devil's net. Then she lit a fire under her feet and rushed into the throwing axe. Faced with the throwing axe that was messed up by Ludwig, Margaret took a hard side. As he resisted, pushing forward, his own confusion spell couldn't control more than two handles at the same time, which made Margaret feel even worse.

Ludwig fell stiffly to the ground, bitterly tasting the feeling of being held by Vineman.

Tom lifted the robe, draped it over his shoulders, and put it on without any urgency. He still didn't look back. He only had the front in his eyes, as if he had no interest in the opponent's progress.

"This is Tom." Nelson rubbed Moody's hair and said softly, "You can always trust him, of course, except in rare cases."

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