My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"Who are you!"

Only the head and half a day of the body were left lying on the ground in silence, looking at the pure white towering buildings around it that almost bordered the sky, and fell into a panic. More than half of the facial features on its face quickly withered and were protruded from the surrounding white fog. His little hands were torn away piece by piece, and it roared hoarsely, "Where is this?!"

Under the unknown force, it was torn in half from the scar that penetrated the chest and half of the torso, and was dragged into the illusion. The healthy eyes on the face looked in different directions. This strange piece It feels suffocated by the environment and the power that is passing all the time.

"Aren't you looking for me?"

Nelson’s voice came from the clouds, and he silently noticed the big hand that was still tightening his neck. Looking up along the stout arm like the world tree, a cold one eye shot a red light, penetrating the city. In the fog, staring at himself.

Silently shook his neck, trying to break free from the giant's restraint, but the giant is not a terracotta dog. Its arms are as hard to shake as if they are watered by steel. The giant created by Mongad's productivity-Alexander.

The arm holding the silent neck is not only sturdy, it is undoubtedly much more sophisticated compared to the earliest skeleton structure with only levers and gears. Its forearms are unusually sturdy, looking like a Gothic castle, and colorful. The long slender glass is inlaid on the arm armor, depicting one after another runes shining with magical light. The spire of the castle extends from the elbow, like a hideous barb. Anyone who sees it There will be a consensus in the heart-this aesthetically peculiar roof will easily pierce anyone's throat.

Sitting high in the clouds and sitting on the throne, Nelson felt the surging music coming from beneath him. It was a war song composed of the clash of machines, the friction of gears, the tapping of levers, and the blast of steam. Alexander For the first time, it faced an enemy comparable to it. It was eager to tear the monster in front of it, eager to declare its existence with a hearty destruction.

"Alexander, it's useless for the audience this time." Nelson patted the throne under him lightly and murmured softly. The giant's body trembled, seeming to make a somewhat aggrieved response.

In fact, after participating in the first round of the competition, Nelson, who was not under test pressure, devoted all his free time to the work of transforming and perfecting Alexander, except for his daily life. This is why Tom always saw him wearing various clothes. The reason why the bib or overalls, and the wrench appeared on the campus.

Compared with the first appearance, the height of this Alexander has broken through people's imagination of giants. Even Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in the British Isles, is just a dirt bag that can be easily read. It is really unimaginable to be so huge. What kind of shock it will be when his body walks in the world.

And the restrained Silent still did not see the full picture of the giant-except for the powerful arms, the indifferent one-eyed and the hidden shoulders hidden in the mist.

Its shoulders are as broad as a mountain range, which outlines the background of the mountains behind the city. The lower body is hidden in the building, maintaining the action of choking the enemy's throat, like a portrait of a giant god, only the scorching steam from time to time announces it. Active and strong, the blue flame in the chest furnace swelled with excitement, and was compressed by the steel heart, so back and forth, the more powerful and faster heartbeat was transmitted along the arm to its iron fist, silently clear I know that this is the desire for destruction.

It didn’t know what the giant was in front of him. Alexander, who had a glimpse in the first round of the game, was far from his increasingly healthy image. Linked with the upright gods, fear inevitably rises in its heart. It never thought that after possessing the strongest power in the world, it would soon face such a powerful enemy.

But? Isn’t the power of the silent one the most destructive in the world? Why am I not moving at this moment? The things in front of her completely exceeded the "mother"'s imagination, her mind was thinking crazy, and she might have never used it to be so active in her life.

"You're Nelson! Nelson Williams!" Silently heard Nelson's voice. Although its magic power has been out of control, the "mother" who maintains reason is very sober. She shouted, "We have no conflict! Me! It's Salem! It's the'mother' of Second Salem, dear child, I'm here to help you!"

"You are really interesting. The first time I heard that my relatives climbed up to someone else's mother. But speaking of it, half of you look like the first time I met a disgusting old acquaintance."

Nelson controlled Alexander to silently press down on the ground. The back of its head pierced through the ground and underground facilities under the impact. The few remaining eyeballs were bloodshot, and the wide and sharp-toothed mouth uttered a painful roar. Immediately afterwards, the seemingly decorative doors and windows on the arms of Alexander "Castle" opened, and the dense, audible sound of the insect wing sheaths crashing all over the body came from the mist, silently seeing a white world Inexplicable light spots appeared in the mist. They were like the eyes of Alexander One Smaller in the fog. Before it could see clearly, countless floats sprang out of the fog, and they were divided into numbers. The stock, surrounded silently, like a jackal sharing a colossus of food, silently rushed towards it.

At the same time, the thirsty lost fog got this huge "gift" containing too strong emotions, and white arms that were so small that they couldn't be seen stretched out from the ground under silently, wanting to take it. Drag into it, and accompany them.

But Silent is really too big, comparable to Alexander's size makes the power of the little hands seem so insignificant, Salem doesn't care about this uncomfortable environment-the magic power of Silent is not afraid of any magic, or Attacks with magical power, and Alexander's fist, which is driven by magic, but releases real power, is what it fears.

However, a few seconds later, he let out a stern scream, and something unexpected happened to Salem.

Those seemingly soft and feeble little hands are like the sharpest daggers, forcibly squeezing the magic power from its huge body! Blurred illusion is the place where the dead wash their souls and move on to the next step. The rich memories they leave here are twisted into strands of fog. This is the origin of the lost fog. After thousands of years, the illusion is finally lost. The lost fog fills up and becomes a world full of memories.

But the memory is only pale after lack of soul, they cannot feel and taste by themselves. When they lose the emotional wave, even the coherent story is difficult to piece together, only the desire for fresh soul and strong emotions is left. Of course, as the final catharsis of the silent person's suppressed emotions, it is undoubtedly the food that Lost Fog desires most.

Salem felt that his power was slowly passing away like his feet were being shaved, and the hordes of floaters were constantly cutting its recovering body with those nasty lasers, limiting the speed of his recovery.

After doing all this, Nelson’s voice came from the cloud again, “I’m very curious, you are still a prisoner after you have mastered absolute power. So, what is your confidence to help a person with one hand? Who are you knocking down?"

This is an opportunity! Salem made a balance in his heart. It controlled an eyeball that slowly rose up and opened its mouth wide in the eyeball, and a human face grew out of the stacked sharp teeth—that was Bella's face.

It is determined in its heart that the intelligence collected by the members of the Second Salem in London a few years ago about the three targets, they have the possibility of winning the normal human camp, and their biggest concern in human society is a woman. —It's Bella.

Seeing this scene, Nelson was stunned, Alexander's big hand was loosened, and Ling Moran was finally able to breathe normally, but it didn't seem to need to breathe.

Salem controlled the condensed Bella and said, using the softest and most mother-like voice she imagined.

"Strength is not important. Believe me, Williams, it's more important to know yourself," Salem said quickly. "Child, I know you grew up in a normal human family. You were kidnapped by them. I became an alien! I can help you see yourself clearly, and you can get real relief! Boy, trust me, think about your life in the orphanage, think about Jonas Nicklaus, think about Berat Ricks, are they willing to make you a juggling monster? Boy, this school is full of deceit and indifference. We are the real family, Nelson, can I call you Nar?"

The air was stagnant, Salem carefully looked at the one-eyed in the mist above his head with the pile of eyes. Hearing her words, Alexander stopped his movements, and Nelson fell silent, moving gently in silence, feeling relaxed. He hurriedly struck the iron while it was hot, and said enthusiastically, "Go with me, join us, wizards are superfluous to the world, and your power is more suitable for creating a peaceful and safe world for mankind. We are born as a family. People, accept—"

The word "Er" hadn't been spoken yet, it only felt that a strong wind flashed in front of him, and Alexander's right hand hidden in the mist suddenly stretched out. This hand is still a semi-finished product, still the appearance of a castle, but this Byzantine-style castle There are still cavities where the dome should exist, and it seems that something needs to be installed in it.

With a violent right fist, it hit Salem’s raised eyeballs, erased Bella’s figure, and smashed its face into a smash. The skin on the face slowly recovered, and it was in Salem’s heart. Full of doubts and fears, what was feared was the speed and power of the giant, and the weakness of his own magic power when it approached. What was puzzled was that he angered Nelson by that sentence.

Nelson seemed to know how to read the mind, and quickly answered it.

"You annoyed me."

The indifferent voice was amplified by Alexander, stained with a hint of metal and steam, making his statement more like a deity without emotion. His tone was erased by the vibration of the metal plate, but even monotonous statements can be heard. Out of the anger that is difficult to suppress.

"You shouldn't use Bella's face, how dare you put her face on this disgusting thing? Isn't the lesson of the rare holiday enough?" Nelson's words gradually amplified, and Alexander lifted it again. Right fist, the blue fire spurted out of the cavity lacking the dome, and the energy beyond imagination gathered in its fist, "I thought you could have any ideas, and I was curious about how a Muggle organization is. It has been a headache for the Magic Congress of the United States for so many years. It seems that it is not that you have the ability, but it may really be because they are too mentally retarded."

"you-"

"Shhh, listen to me." Alexander's left arm violently squashed the slender neck that was dragged by it silently, and Nelson said softly, "What does it mean to recognize yourself? Maybe you don't have it at all. By recognizing yourself, you are just a vampire who persecutes some wizards who are still children and grabs power. You look down on wizards. Isn’t the power you rely on the most magical? Or can you tell me that the source of the power of these silent people is Quantum mechanics."

Hearing Nelson's ridicule, Salem struggled, manipulating his silent body to gush out black magic, but before they could make any waves, they were dispelled by the fog.

"What a stupid guy is he who wants to be a family with you? You can only lie to the children. A criminal who thinks he is a high-end criminal who took over is just the most disgusting human trafficker. No wonder you are so distorted. ," Nelson sneered, endless mockery in the cold metal sound, "And Gnar, what are you? How do you deserve to call me Gnar, a disgusting maggot like you? I have lost communication with you. Desire, UU reading www.uukanshu.com so now... I ask, you answer!"

Salem struggled and said, "It's really hopeless... I admit, you have some abilities, different from those stinky boys, but what about it? Our family is endless, and you think we will cleanse uselessly. Hogwarts? The people you care about will die."

"Your nonsense added a death weight to your balance." Nelson asked disdainfully, "So what? Then? You don't think Hogwarts is as vulnerable as your brain, do you? , Answer my questions before I start torturing you."

On the rostrum, Grindelwald looked like a spectator, watching the professors who had been fighting with the remaining half silently, swept the smoke in the forbidden forest in the distance with one hand, and covered his ears. Listening to the sound of the small silver ball in the ear canal, he laughed happily.

"No audience?"

Grindelwald chuckled and waved his wand, and a curtain of water that Dumbledore had used appeared above his head silently.

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