My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"It's really boring."

Nelson wiped his wand and felt Tom walking around in front of him. From time to time, he raised his head to look at Ludwig and Margaret fighting fiercely in the arena, and couldn't help but yawn.

"Put these two together, it's really a match for the opponent, and you will meet Liangcai."

Tom looked at Ludwig in the middle of the field. He was evading Margaret's dense curse attack behind a bunker in the field, while controlling the stone behind Margaret to slowly approach him, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

The two players didn’t know what they were being stimulated, and their fighting style became more conservative. Ten minutes later, the content of the game was still under trial and after trial. Nelson felt that he was getting sleepy. In order to prevent waiting. Maybe falling asleep, he took a small silver ball from his pocket, put his thumb against a dark brown button, and held it to his mouth.

"Oh... I can only drink a cup of coffee in my own study time. It is an unforgivable sin."

Nelson pressed the button, and the cold coffee mixed with ice cubes flowed out of the gap in the ball and fell into Nelson's mouth. He swallowed the coffee, left the ice cubes in his mouth, and chewed it "crunchy".

"Ah this..." Tom looked at the ghost, "Didn't it mean that props are not allowed?"

"Yeah, I didn't bring it. The coffee beans I just planted are freshly squeezed." Nelson handed the ball to Tom, and pointed to the depression under his feet that looked like a radish pit. "Would you like some? That green." The button is grass juice, the orange one is pumpkin juice, and the yellow one is lemonade."

"Lemon? Don't you hate lemons the most?" Tom took the ball and accidentally pressed the green button. The green drink spouted out of the ball, slapped his face, "Don't lie to me, coffee is a bush , I have seen coffee trees, you are obviously a pit left by digging potatoes."

"Awesome, agronomist."

Nelson took out a tissue and handed it to Tom. This made Tom even more confused. McGonagall found Hagrid to carry it before the start of the game. He checked Nelson's coat inside and out, and even turned his pockets outside. It stands to reason. There should be nothing in it, Tom even made up his mind, deliberately release the water without accident, leave the opponent to Nelson, and see how he will fight after the tatters are gone.

"Seriously, what does Professor Dumbledore want me to do?"

Tom stopped, sat next to Nelson, and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the battle between Margaret and Ludwig has finally entered a white-hot stage. The stone that Ludwig attacked is as ridiculous as a primitive man’s hidden weapon, and it is useless to scratch Margaret, and Margaret also Successfully compressed Ludwig's position on the ground through constant walking. At this moment, a soldier in silver armor crawled out of the ground and rushed toward Ludwig without fear of death.

Ludwig may be the second most restricted person by the rules, but even if the rules allow, his supersonic bat, which can only sustain life in Newt’s box, can’t help him much. It depends on the basics. No one thought he could steal victory in Margaret’s upright army.

"I'm wondering, if I just scrapped that obnoxious little flat head on the court, would it be useless to follow up those things."

"No." Hearing Tom talking about business, Nelson finally came to his senses, looked at Tom, and said seriously, "Do you think a silent explosion can kill you?"

"How do I know? I haven't seen the silent again." Tom shrugged.

"Do you remember the table-shaped mountain in the diocese of Newmontgard?" Nelson said. Beerburn flattened it with a spell."

"So awesome?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "but it's not enough."

"Do you know the robbery a few months ago?" Nelson continued. "At that time we were in Albania. On the block next to Diagon Alley, a wizard single-handedly rushed in—"

"You mean the Potter family that sells shampoo?" Tom closed his eyes. "Merlin blessed, I hope they are not robbed of the shampoo formula. I quite like to use their shampoo."

"Of course not," Nelson said. "Nagini's invisibility cloak was grabbed by Credence, alone, from a heavily guarded family. The Potter family and the one in Knockdown Alley. Dumpling chicken is different. Although they have few people, every one of them is an elite."

"Well, to be on the safe side," Tom shrugged, "but I still hope you are all wishful thinking. I still have trouble understanding the brain circuits of these terrorists."

"Okay, Margaret will defeat Ludwig, but that little flathead may be able to defeat her with just one move," Nelson said solemnly. "Grindelwald wrote to me two days ago and told me that the second Lehm sent at least seven silent men to Hogwarts. Two of them have fallen into the hands of Dumbledore and him. , Jonas definitely didn't want you to go down with him so early."

"Ok……"

Tom looked at Nelson and gave up arguing. Seeing Nelson's plumber-like attire, he probably understood Nelson's plan.

The trend of the game was exactly the same as Nelson expected. After exhaustion, Ludwig finally fell to the corner of the duel, and Margaret, who thought she had a chance to win, only received a spell from Ludwig’s dueling assistant. He fell down, and her younger brother's performance was lackluster. In the face of a powerful enemy, he once again lost the opportunity to separate his name from the title of "Margaret's younger brother".

The audience was surprised by Xiaoping's performance, and the voice of the commentary was a little more turbulent, and the game seemed to have suspense again.

"It's a pity, I hope Mr. Sagan can be his name within ten years." Tom took the parchment that Nelson handed him at the last minute, glanced hastily, and took his wand to the arena. "Whatever you want. Things moved to the location you marked, right?"

"Yes." Nelson followed him.

"No problem, how long do you need me to delay?" Tom licked his lips, the scarlet light was hidden under his eyes, "The silent one? Far more powerful than a wizard? Nothing more than a dull freak, but I still hope some fun."

"Sorry for ruining your stage."

"It's okay, what difference do we have?" Tom smiled, took another wand from his pocket and inserted it in the cuff of his left hand. His expression was a little anxious and a little worried, "Don't be too busy in the end. No longer, that's too funny."

...

"Come, Hedwig, come to me."

...

For the final warrior and awards ceremony, the organizing committee specially invited the band that had performed at the dance party. Amidst the passionate music, Tom and Nelson walked side by side on the field.

"Really two handsome boys!" The commentator couldn't help sighing, "I don't know if they can beat the dark horse Kailian, and I look forward to them working together to offer a wonderful game for everyone!"

Amid the applause of the audience, Tom walked to the starting point of the duel. Opposite was Ludwig, panting and extremely weak. Nelson and Xiaopingtou stood on the sidelines, standing behind the two warriors.

"Kant, let your assistant go, you should go to the school hospital now!" Tom frowned and looked at his weak opponent. He was afraid that he would accidentally hurt him again, and he didn't like to be called weak now. Ludwig shot.

"You have to try to find out, Riddle," Ludwig gritted his teeth, blood covering the solidified blood stains on his head, slowly staying along his forehead, until it flowed into his eyes, and he blinked. Blinking red eyes, he raised the wand to his chest, "Let me see our gap!"

"As you wish." Tom frowned, passed the wizard's salute, stepped back, opened his posture, and waited for Ludwig to attack first.

The process of the game is boring and lengthy, relying on narration and jokes to support, Tom’s offensive has also become conservative, always unable to get through with the decorations in the field, but Ludwig has become more and more courageous in the non-stop offensive. But the physical strength is constantly losing, and it seems that there are back and forth, but Ludwig is about to be dragged down by himself.

The audience has already turned their expectations to Little Flathead and Nelson. Strangely, Nelson is holding a handkerchief and constantly wiping the wand. This action has been maintained for several minutes. If his hand can be faster, the wand should have started. It's sparking.

After a while, Ludwig fell under his own curse. The iron armor curse that he was running all the time drained the last trace of magic and fell in despair in front of Tom. Only he knew that Tom simply He didn't regard himself as an opponent, but kept moving the debris on the field like playing wizard chess.

Xiaoping opened the corners of his mouth, and the guy who had no expression in the whole scene showed a crazy smile at this moment. He took the wand in his hand and turned it, walked into the duel, looked at Tom and Nelson, and licked his lips greedily.

"I have never understood why the old Sigmund didn't allow me to sign up," he said happily. "Now I understand that he, like you, is jealous of my power... Remember to kill you. People, my name is Kailian—"

"That's not important, Little Flathead." Tom interrupted him, staring straight behind him without looking directly at him, "Do you want to pretend to be? Muggle."

"Muggle?" Xiaoping's expression froze. He widened his eyes and looked at Tom, "Why are you..."

Suddenly, black blood vessels spread from his eye sockets to his pupils, Xiaoping raised his hand, covered his neck in pain, and shouted hoarsely, "Mother!"

"My good boy, my mother will reward you." The black blood vessels moved extremely fast, and soon contaminated his eyes to pure black. The female voice gently spit out from his mouth, "It seems you know what , But didn't run away. Are you really so impatient to return to your mother's arms? I like you, but before that, I need to clear the way for my family."

Xiao Pingtou blinked at the two of them. It was an expression of joy when he saw Lie's heart. He raised his wand, and the black cold flame was ignited rootlessly in the air.

He looked directly at the expressionless Dumbledore on the podium, provoking loudly.

"Hahahahaha! Now, this school has become a prison! You jugglers! You self-righteous fools! You strangers who have been on top of human beings for thousands of years!"

Kailian stood in the center of the duel, opened his arms and laughed wildly with a distorted expression. His body swelled violently, his skin exploded due to tension, and it was almost impossible to maintain his basic shape.

Soon, he rose to a height of four or five meters, thinking about a disgusting sarcoma. From head to toe, there are seven of the most hideous wounds. What is frightening is that there is no blood flowing out, instead, there are piles of dark spirits from the wounds. They got out of the middle, and they merged together on the top of his head, becoming a pitch-black, twisted giant with seven faces.

"Silently?" Some knowledgeable audience exclaimed, and then fell into infinite fear.

He raised his hand, and black flames poured out of his body, instantly igniting the walls of the Quidditch Stadium! The icy breath of death makes it difficult to get close to the flames, and when many viewers are still in a state of confusion, they have been locked up!

"Underage wizard? The hope of magic? Now, let's not say that you only have a weak Dumbledore. Even if Grindelwald is here, there is no escape!"

"He is imitating you." Constance suddenly patted Sigmund on the shoulder and said, "If it were me, I couldn't bear it."

"Imitate me?" Sigmund pointed to himself, and asked with an exaggerated expression, with big doubts in his small eyes, "I never said such silly lines."

"Really? Grindelwald." Constance curled her lips. "Don't pretend, I've already seen it. Isn't this what you want?"

"Really?" Grindelwald stood up. He tore Sigmund's disguise to pieces, revealing the face that made the whole world scared and crazy, "I didn't expect the students I brought to have such courage. ."

The rostrum was far away from the stadium, but Kailian recognized him at a glance.

"I'm here, so what?" Grindelwald smiled sarcastically.

"I knew you wouldn't just sit back and watch." The official of the Ministry of Magic wiped the sweat from his head, stroked his chest, and let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."

"Albus," Grindelwald ignored the officials at all. He didn't even need to hear what he was talking about. He just lowered his head, looked at Dumbledore who was silent, and said softly, "It's time to show you. Look at my newly developed magic."

"What?" Constance asked, "have you developed any black magic that exterminates humanity?"

"Of course not." Grindelwald said with a shrug. "It doesn't destroy humanity at all, but it still destroys the world. Albus should know what I'm talking about."

"Is it interesting to sell Guanzi?"

"Are you aware of it?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows~www.readwn.com~ and said in a pretended surprise, "Yes, it's so interesting!"

After all, before Constance scolded himself, Grindelwald drew out a scarred magic wand, and held it high above his head like a band conductor about to begin. Then, the magic wand was swung down, the Forbidden Forest With the castle, the school gate, and the fence, there are bursts of spells that convey messages like fireworks.

"Haha, this is mechanical descent."

The words without magic power were spit out from Grindelwald, even Constance heard that this is not a magic spell at all, but somehow, everyone felt a powerful magic power quickly condensing in the field.

The four towers of the Quidditch Stadium trembled violently, as if something was coming that made the unchanging buildings tremble with fear. The pure white whirlpool opened in front of Kailian without warning, his eyes widened and dark. , But before I have time to say something, a huge fist rushed out of the mist, it spewed hot steam, and each finger flashed with magic patterns representing solidity and breakthrough, and it was burned red by the heat. The metal slammed onto Da Da's silent face firmly.

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