My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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The pure black death light swallowed every light in the arena like a giant dragon, and effortlessly ran over everything that was obstructed in front of them. The audience felt their seats suddenly shake violently, and the wall covering on the ceiling was also a piece of cake. When they fell off, they drew out their wands and used magic to protect the field.

"Nelson, what kind of magic is this? Do you know?"

While protecting the students around Newt and Tina, he asked the junior brother beside him, a sunflower with a bright smile crawled out of his pocket, and it became huge with his breath, even the melon seeds on it. The size of a fist, it stretched out the green vines, rolled up the lower grade students near the front row, and threw them behind Newt.

But Nelson didn't seem to hear him, Newt freed a hand and poked him in the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Newt just gave a light jab, and Nelson tilted his head and lay down on his shoulder.

Newt's eyes widened, looked carefully at the heroic Tina in front, and then looked around to make sure that no one had noticed here, he carefully smashed Nelson's head, pretending that nothing happened.

The wall of the amphitheater that divides the corridor suddenly protruded toward the auditorium. The one-way mirror of the viewing window was instantly squeezed into splashing glass shards. Some of the popped bricks collapsed to the audience like bullets, watching the wall crumbling. Dumbledore stood up from the referee's bench, raised his wand and pointed it forward.

Countless silver-white light beams spurted from the tip of the stick, and shot like fireworks on the wall that had completely collapsed. In that moment, a smooth iron wall appeared in front of everyone, panicking, or horrified. Or the sarcastic expression of knife shadow can be seen at a glance.

Suddenly a human-shaped protrusion appeared in the center of the wall. The iron wall was like a liquid, spitting out a young girl in a red dress. Her eyes were blurred, and she lay motionless on the ground after rolling a few laps.

Miss Joey, who appeared behind Dumbledore at some unknown time, stepped forward, squatted beside Margaret, made a small mouth with her wand on Margaret’s neck, and then took out a vial from her pocket. The light green potion dripped down the wound.

There was a pan of "sizzling" sound from behind the iron wall. It seemed that unimaginable high temperatures were brewing on the field. The iron wall quickly turned red, twisted and deformed and swelled. Dumbledore looked serious and was hidden. The eyes behind the half-moon glasses seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at Tom on the other end.

The high temperature behind the wall was not enough to melt the iron wall, and the loud noise soon subsided. Dumbledore lowered his hand, and the iron wall suddenly fell apart like a pool of slime, and flowed underground along the newly exploded gap on the ground.

The scene on the field finally appeared in front of the audience. They put down their defenses one after another, turned their heads and looked forward, only to see that the cross section of the entire corridor became a smooth circle, but other than that, nothing was disturbed. The traces of destruction, it seems that everything that should have been there has been evaporated.

In the middle of the track, dozens of large axes can still be seen in the original shape. The decorations on the surface of the throwing axe are melted, and even the blade of the axe is blunt. It's hard to destroy them, but the iron ropes that hang them are all evaporated. Among the axe, Tom raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and nose, not even his hairstyle messed up.

He put down his arms blankly, and his wand was hidden in his sleeves. A black snake lay under Tom's feet. Every snake scale was smooth and intact. He lowered his head and gently kicked the quilt. The snake sloughs in a bag, but it doesn't respond.

Tom frowned, bent down, unfastened the seal on the side of the snake, and while holding the order, a pitch-black bald head was poured out, and the carbonized skeleton surrounded his body. It shattered when Tom touched it, but it was vaguely It can be seen that they are two bat wings, which seem to be Ludwig.

Tom leaned his hand to Ludwig’s head, took a closer look, found his nose, put his hand up, straightened up after a while, shook his head regretfully, and then he turned his head and looked towards The direction of the audience seemed to see something bad, and his face sank.

Everyone who saw this scene made a "thump" in their hearts. Could it be that they were dead?

Newt stood up, and it was time for him to appear again! Unexpectedly, Tom knew that he was an expert in this area. He lowered his head and looked at Nelson, who was still silent. He quietly cast a petrification curse on him, and lifted the shrunken sunflower up to Nelson’s. On his head, he was regarded as a barrier for him to fall from a height, and then he squeezed the crowd away and walked to the scorched Ludwig's side. At this moment, the situation is still very strange. The judges, especially Ludwig's principal, Xi Gmund, none of them left their seats, but Newt was the first to arrive at the scene.

He glanced at Tom beside him and said softly, "Good job."

"But he seems to be dead?" Tom frowned. "I meant to save him, but he didn't seem to survive my rescue."

"Your kind of rescue... ordinary people really can't survive," Newt shrugged easily, "but don't worry, if it is Mr. Kant, he should be able to survive. In fact, your kind of rescue may be the only way to save him. Way out."

Newt lifted the hem of the trench coat, and under the gaze of everyone present, Cong took out a large suitcase behind Cong's ass.

"..."

"The ball that Nelson gave me, you know."

"Uh…"

Tom twitched the corners of his mouth with complicated expression. When did you start to speak with repetitive words? Does marriage make men like this?

"Fortunately, some of my friends around me feed on blood," Newt said gratefully. He took a bag of blood from the side pocket of the suitcase, cut the package, and poured it on Ludwig's head. Under Tom’s gaze, Ludwig’s scorched black skin suddenly swelled, and the blood dripping on his body surface was instantly absorbed. “It’s even more coincidental that I have dealt with the wizards in Demster, knowing their What does this evil magic look like in extreme circumstances."

"What does it look like?"

"Well, that's it," Newt said to the black Nunu on the ground, "His partner will take the initiative to enter a state of deep magical entanglement in order to protect him. At this time, Ludwig will have his partner. Part of the characteristics, especially in terms of survival, you have to know that supersonic bats are very rare. When they can’t find a mate, they will even dry themselves, hang in the cave and find them. The opposite **** will water them with prey or even their own blood, prompting them to wake up and reproduce their offspring... Sorry, I told an underage wizard if these are not so good?"

"..."

"Listen, his heartbeat," Newt pointed to Ludwig's chest that was beginning to rise and fall. "One big and one small, they two are fighting together."

"Thank you, Newt," Tom said blankly. "I was even thinking about how to contact Gnar and let him rob him after being caught in Azkaban."

"Haha," Newt patted Tom on the shoulder. "Why would you go to Azkaban? Are they willing to grab him because a little wizard wants to save his companion but his hands are a little heavier? ... logically speaking, he should have been awake."

Tom and Newt stared at Ludwig on the ground. His breathing had stabilized. Some of the charred skin peeled off from his body, revealing new flesh and blood. Tom's secret path was not good. He had only mastered this curse soon. Lettering’s notes also mentioned that it might cause damage to the soul—Tom once thought this was because the power of black magic would cause harm to the user, but he realized that he was really wrong. It would cause damage to the opponent's soul, and a drop of cold sweat came out of Tom's forehead.

"Albus, your student, amazing."

I watched here for a long time, but didn't say a word, so that Sigmund, who was thought to be unacceptable because of the disaster of his beloved student, suddenly popped out a word.

"Sigmund," Dumbledore smiled wryly, "Trust me, Tom really wants to save him."

"I understand," Sigmund nodded, "people always miss."

"Of course... the same can be said." Dumbledore nodded, "I didn't expect Tom to have such a destructive magic."

"No one can think of it," Sigmund said, squinting his eyes and looking at Ludwig who was lying on the ground unconsciously. "I heard Newt Scamander said that he should be awake."

"Sorry," Dumbledore said with a bitter expression, "if he really...we will be responsible."

"That's not what I meant." Sigmund shook his head. He turned his head and looked at the Slytherin auditorium, muttering to himself, "Strange, I saw it clearly. Did something go wrong?"

Suddenly, the scorched Ludwig opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of happiness after the disaster.

"So hanging!"

Nelson in the audience sighed in his heart and opened his eyes at the same time.

At the moment when Ludwig was about to be torn apart by a throwing axe, he saw Tom cast his eyes to the auditorium. Although Tom did not know the arrangement of the auditorium, he still directly locked Nelson's position, and Nelson I immediately understood the expression in his eyes: Protect Ludwig's soul!

At the moment Tom raised his wand, Nelson had already put on the Gunter family ring, and his consciousness sank into the illusion. When everyone’s attention was attracted by Tom and Margaret’s rescue, two The pure white hand stretched out from the floor, grabbed Ludwig's ankle, and dragged him and a bat into the imperceptible whirlpool hidden in the smoke and dust.

Nelson felt a little hot, and the top of his head was a little heavy. It might be that the sedentary body made him a little uncomfortable. He wanted to change his movements, but suddenly realized that he couldn't move!

Nelson's face was flushed, and he tried his best to turn his neck, but he only trembled with the strength of breastfeeding. At this time, a huge sunflower hung in front of him, and the melon seeds on his face were humane. The earth made a curious expression and stared at him with blinking eyes.

Nelson exhausted all his strength and struggled to control the fingers of his right hand, turning the ring on his **** around.

Seeing the wounded awakening, Miss Joey rushed forward. Dumbledore announced the suspension of the game in due course and asked everyone to leave as soon as possible, but everyone already knew who the winner was.

Nelson struggled for a long time, and finally broke through the blockade of the petrification curse. When evacuating from the courtyard, a small flat head suddenly stopped in front of Nelson and Alphad who were walking together.

"Ludwig is really useless! But in the final duel, I will be his assistant! Wiltening, you and Riddle are ready to taste failure!"

Before Nelson could speak, Alphad stopped in front of Nelson. He showed an exaggerated smile, and a huge drop of sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead; "Who are you fucking?"

After all, the two of them bypassed the small flat heads and began to discuss the sunflower on Nelson's head and the left Tom.

…

What's in the bell jar?

This is a question that many people are curious about. Everyone has speculated that there may be important information related to the content of the third level. However, Nelson, who was provoked by the small flathead, knew that the final game would return to a simple and pure duel. , Where there is any information to inform the winner.

"Use your invincible prophecy to find a way!" The winning carnival started again in the Slytherin lounge. Interestingly, the initiator Alphad and the victor Tom failed to squeeze into the crowd. Nelson, who had given up participating, sat by the fireside together, and Alphad scratched his head and cried out strangely, "Damn it! It must be that big flathead who stumbled Tom. It was obvious that Tom saved his student. He is so grateful!"

"Gnar, it's up to you." Tom smiled. After the first two rounds of competition, he is no longer interested in the so-called intelligence. It may be prudent to pay attention to opponents, but to pay too much attention to opponents who are much weaker than himself is timid. "I guess it’s half of the prize money. Professor Dumbledore must have seen my recent financial distress, so he wanted to send me some money..."

"Um..." Nelson picked up the teacup on the table, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com drank the tea in the cup, slapped the tea dregs in his mouth, and raised the teacup again, like a magic stick and like a stick It shook like a gambling ghost, then snapped it on the table with a "slap", stared at the tea dregs on the table and groaned for a moment, and said in an extremely pretentious tone, "The thing in the bell jar... is a McGao Fen!"

"What is that?" Tom heard a word he had never heard before, his expression serious, and he seemed to have taken Nelson's words seriously, "What powerful magic?"

"Speaking of which, is there any more powerful magic than yours?" Nelson waved his hand, and the spirit of the magic stick disappeared in an instant. "There is nothing in it, there may be nothing in it."

"Okay," Tom curled his lips and realized that he was being tricked. "I hope no one will hit me with your ‘high dung’ in the third level."

"This sounds like a new type of dung bomb," Alphad raised his eyebrows. "I'm a little bit looking forward to it."

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