My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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With her white veil flying among the hideous throwing axes, Margaret has neither Tom's confidence in dodgeability, nor Nelson's swift and agile skills, or even Ludwig's indestructible defense-her dodge is embarrassing. Yes, but this scene is undoubtedly beautiful in the eyes of the audience.

"It's like Snow White lost in the forest." This is an evaluation given by Sigmund. He seems to like this girl more than his own students.

The attack initiated by her destroyed the absolutely safe passage built by Tom. She could only continuously deform the things around her, hoping that they would be able to stop the throwing axe that hit her.

But this kind of obstacle is undoubtedly powerless. It is like a delusion to use a wooden shield to resist the charge of a heavy cavalry. Those knights who were crushed into powder before transforming into a complete posture fell helplessly and became a guardian of them. The princess struggled forward to the humble martyrs.

Fortunately, despite the tight protection of the axe blade, Margaret can always control the one closest to her. This makes her small boat that is difficult to support in the storm an extra thatch, even though the fisherman is already wet. Thoroughly, but at least there is no need to face the gust of wind and rain.

The puff sleeve on the shoulder was cut at some point, and even hurt the skin. The injury was a bit serious. The bright red blood flowed down the arm, leaving traces spreading downwards like the blood vessels of the skirt, and finally at the skirt. There is a circle of flame-like ornamentation.

Her face became paler because of the loss of blood. Ironically, the only bright color on her whole body became the only bright color. When the beloved veil became her burden, she was involved in the axe's blade again and again, anxiously. Marguerite raised her wand, and a white glow flashed across. The hem of her dress was cut with a knife, and it fell to the ground, revealing two white and slender legs.

The abandoned red dress was quickly rolled up by the passing axe blade and thrown into the steel jungle. They groped eagerly for the blood-stained clothes, which was quickly torn to pieces, and petal-like fragments floated around. Fly, captured and cut by the axe again and again, eventually became a fine rain of blood, poured on Margaret's face.

She tore off another skirt and wrapped it around her shoulders casually. When the blood ran out, she knew that she had failed and could not catch up with Tom anyway. The knights around him climbed up and fell down, and they were about to insist. No longer, Margaret thought of giving up. She stood there blankly, as if she was frightened and stupefied.

Until the fragments of the long skirt covered her eyes, these were the few fragments that were not soaked in blood, and the scene in front of her was covered by a looming white, as if enveloped in a layer of fog.

fog?

Marguerite's eyes became hollow, and her thoughts seemed to be drawn closer to the mist.

The blood-stained axe blade vibrated as if it had received some order, and the concealed magic lines shook out subtle magical powers, enveloping Marguerite in the resonant sound waves of the axe blade.

Sigmund smiled, it was a smile that saw Lie Xinxi.

The intensive offensive around her made her feel terrified. From a young age, Margaret, who was a stranger, could not master the real magic that belonged to the wizard. Her incomparable talent brought her strength and made her study full of frustration and slack. She has the confidence to face any powerful opponent, but she has no way with such continuous assaults. The illusory axe blade is twisted and deformed, gradually turning into a dragonfly-like silver machine, and the cold red stares at her with one eye. .

Marguerite felt a splitting headache. Everyone thought she had performed well in the last level, but no one knew what happened to her after the lights were turned off.

Tom in front of him used a spell to repel the "ding and ding" of the crossbow arrows, the sound of the devil's net climbing Ludwig's body behind him, and the death of the knight beside him resisting the throwing axe were silent. A hallucination appeared in front of her eyes. The massive blood loss had already made her mind trance. In confusion, Nelson's figure holding a long sword appeared in front of her.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I-"

Margaret's body shook, she felt dizzy for a while, but before she could say anything, Nelson's face was replaced by Queenie Goldstein.

"Don't be afraid of it, I'm not even afraid of Grindelwald, why are you afraid of it?"

"It?" Margaret asked blankly.

"It belongs to you, dear, are you afraid of the fork you use for breakfast?" Queenie smiled lightly, holding the long sword with both hands, raising her arms flat, and stabbing it towards her with a smile. heart.

"It has been with you since you were born. This kind of talent is not like the devil, chaos, or alien as others say. It depends on who you want to be... the disaster is coming, dear. , You are talented, I don’t want your personality to be destroyed by anyone, and I don’t want you to fall into the hands of those who once controlled me."

Queenie repeated what she had said to Margaret in Cookie Castle. These little memories gradually appeared in Margaret's mind. Queenie's face disappeared, and the self-defeating figure in front of her was gradually replaced by Nelson. The gears of the sharp blade in the hand turned, and the intensive biting of gears dissipated the sound waves around Margaret, and the magical powers that seemed to be absent were also subtle due to the fading of the sound waves.

"Are you afraid of me?" A stream of blood dripped from the corners of Nelson's smiled mouth, his chest undulated violently like a bellows, but he didn't feel the pain in his fantasy. He kept repeating like a phonograph with a cassette player, "You Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of me?..."

Margaret raised her hand, rubbed her temples, raised her head, and met Nelson's eyes in her heart. They were eyes as big as the sea that could swallow everything, but she was no longer nervous.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Williams, I'm really afraid of you." Margaret raised her injured arm, and the sting made her look horrified, but after all she endured it. She held Nelson's hands and pushed hard. , The long sword fell into Nelson's chest, "But I'm afraid of too many things... There are too many, I have to face it, don't I?"

"It makes sense." Nelson, who was supposed to be dead, nodded and said, "Seriously, I am a little lucky that I didn't agree to your dance partner's invitation. I saw that your brother's leather shoes were deformed that day."

"Haha." Margaret held the hilt and turned around. Nelson gradually turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated in the air. She murmured, "Thank you, Mr. Williams."

In the eyes of the audience, Marguerite was just blindfolded by a piece of rags. Then, she tore off the piece of cloth, as if she had changed her person, with her eyes resolutely raising her wand and slashing hard.

All the fragments scattered on the ground trembled, and a knight in armor climbed out of it. They lifted heavy shields and didn't care about their own casualties, protecting the princess's evacuation.

Different from the previous ones, the knights at the beginning were full of lifelessness, as if they were doing useless work, but the reason why these new-borns followed suit was because their master had regained the brilliance in their eyes.

Marguerite rushed out of the axe formation under the cover of the knight, despite the wounds on her body, although the white gauze dress on her body was already a red one-piece skirt, although she looked embarrassed, she finally left. come out.

"It's so beautiful, but it's effective." Seeing the startled Margaret suddenly wake up, Sigmund frowned and shook his head, but his eyebrows stretched quickly, revealing an indifferent and curious smile, and commented, " I wonder if this girl would still make this choice if she replaced those cumbersome cavalry with her mediocre companions?"

"I don't know, Sigmund," Constance said flatly, "but I know that if you don't abstain from the referee, Mr. Kant will be strangled to death by the Devil."

"Really?" Sigmund stared at Margaret obsessively, leaving a little room for students who didn't have him in his eyes. "There is no abstention in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But he is dying!"

"Really?" Sigmund waved his hand and said in a flat tone. "If you die, you will die. The students I brought to Hogwarts are eager to become warriors, and even more eager to die on the court."

"You simply—"

Constance wanted to help him call abstention, she didn't know what words to use to describe Sigmund at this moment.

"What's more, if he dies, it means that he is not as good as the other two," Sigmund shrugged and glanced at Sigmund who had been entangled in the devil's net so that he couldn't see it. "Of course. , It’s the same if you lose."

"Sigmund," Dumbledore finally said, "Mr. Kant is not because of his inferior skills, but because of force majeure. His order and character caused the present scene. He has not even shown his true strength. , I can’t imagine how a person who has been cursed with petrification should face the devil net.”

"Really?" Sigmund said, tilting his head to Dumbledore's side, "All right."

Just as Sigmund was about to express his abstention in the game, the situation on the field suddenly changed. Tom turned into a black smoke and flew over with a "swish" after stopping all the crossbow beds with a single blow. In front of him, victory was already at his fingertips, and he still didn't look back. The opponent's progress was meaningless to him. Strangely, Tom slung his face, as if he was very upset.

In this game, Tom grasped the character of Ludwig, an upright person, found the frequency of throwing axes, and shook dozens of crossbow beds blessed by magic. The former administrator used to catch Pipi ghosts. After experiencing the strengthening and reconstruction of the organizing committee, Tom’s level still failed to hurt him. Of course, except for two and a half hairs, Tom, who values ​​his image and cherishes his hair, even named them. This imperfect play makes He was a little upset.

Except for the bland crossbow bed level, he didn't even use magic. The coat is still spotless. He didn't show explosive power like Margaret, nor was he as active as Ludwig. The audience understood. , His level has surpassed the limit that this level can test-the commentary is even more convinced of this.

Tom didn't fiddle with the bell jar in a hurry, but bent down and stuck his wand on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Nelson's expression was so wonderful that he almost wrote the sentence "You copied me? You copied me!" on his face.

Tom was very satisfied with this action, his stinky face looked better, and a line of fire spread from his feet to the back, passing through the orderly formation of the crossbow bed, and slowly advancing to the rear.

Marguerite, who had just passed through the mountains and flames and found that her opponent was already at the end, showed a bitter smile. She turned around and faced the throwing axe in front of her, using the axe blade as a mirror, acting gracefully I took care of my hair. In a sense, I was the same as Ludwig who was bound by the devil's net. In a game where there was only one winner, the second place and the first place were just behind. What's the difference between a bad third place on the track?

Feeling the temperature of the slowly coming flame, she gently waved her magic wand, and two sparks with a slender tail flame whirled around each other and flew towards Ludwig.

"It looks like you don't have to abstain, Sigmund," Constance snorted coldly. "Sagan and Riddle know the meaning of the game and the value of life better than you."

Sigmund shrugged, noncommittal.

"In fact, they don't need their help."

"What did you say?"

"I suggest you don't underestimate the warriors I chose," Sigmund pointed to the devil net that suddenly became active, "Albus, can't you imagine how a petrified person should face the devil net? That's it now."

The audience's attention was attracted by Tom's line of fire and Margaret's sparks, but they did not notice that the cocoon entangled by the devil's net was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the ceiling was shaken off several walls.

The fiery flames burst from the Devil’s Net, and several herbal experts shook their heads. In the heavy gunpowder, Ludwig stood with his upper body naked and his skin covered with wounds pierced by the Devil’s Net. When he got up, he opened his mouth, and the scorching breath came out from his mouth. The hideous wounds on his body were temporarily sealed by the high temperature. His eyes were only white, and his back suddenly gave birth to wings. At the moment when no one reacted, he catapulted and started and rushed into the flying bushes.

But tragedy does not create heroes every time. Ludwig relied on his tough defense to advance halfway, but because he lost consciousness and was unable to dodge, he was smashed to the ground by a throwing axe. The rest of the axe laughed wildly at him, and prepared. Share this disrespectful fellow.

Margaret raised her hand, but the soldiers couldn't rush in at all.

Feeling the change, Tom turned around, saw this scene, raised his wand without hesitation, and yelled, "Sagan! Get down!"

Marguerite lay on the ground subconsciously, and saw a hole smashed by a knight in front of her. She rolled on the spot and hid in.

In the next second, a black beam almost as thick as the entire corridor rushed out of Tom’s wand. It silenced all the colors and covered all the sounds. Like a monstrous flood, it shattered all the crossbow beds. The top of Margaret's head filled everyone's eyes.

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