My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

Righteous indignation filled the hearts of all wizards around the world. They clenched their fists, but these anger was of no help to what happened at this moment. More and more people gathered in the center of the magic streets, looking at Above the water curtain, whether it is a Muggle-born wizard who has been cold-eyed since childhood or a pure-blooded careerist who has been suppressed for many years, at this time, they more or less expressed their agreement with the views of the Dark Lord.

A small number of people who are still awake, or people with different opinions are crowded in the crowd, feeling the increasingly fanatical atmosphere around, after all, they are still trapped and unable to make their own voices.

When the water curtain appeared, the Ministry of Magic of each country made emergency plans. At this moment, even the French Ministry of Magic, which is recognized as the least efficient, sent their Aurors to thwart the "Dark Lord's conspiracy." When they came to the hiding place, they had to take out their broomsticks because the crowd was too dense to get close to the water curtain, only to find a group of wizards in black robes blocked their way.

"Who are you?"

"Your friends." The leading wizard took off his hood, revealing his old scarred face, Andre smiled and embraced the Auror Captain's shoulder, and said, "Look, we didn't do anything, we It’s just broadcasting a game, and Busbarton’s are also participating!"

"Yes?"

The Auror captain turned his head and looked at the young wizard who led the way. This was a young man of Muggle origin. He had just entered the job, so he was assigned the job of patrolling, and the French Ministry of Magic, who had suffered from "Grindelwald PTSD" early, gave it to him. His first task was to "always be alert to the actions of Grindelwald or the saints." When he saw Grindelwald in the water curtain, the young wizard sent a message to the ministry.

While waiting for his colleagues, he carefully watched the scenes played in the water curtain, and the memories of the past suddenly came to his mind—the childhood bullied due to the "heterogeneous" performance, and when he was studying in Busbarton. The mediocre and the boss who only knows the corpse position vegetarian meal according to the book, the faces of himself overlapped with the figure that he walked tremblingly.

The young man remembered Salem’s rampant declaration in the water curtain, and remembered Grindelwald’s promise to break the unfairness-even though Grindelwald had not made such a promise, the young man still gave him a more image in his heart. The savior’s comparison, when he lowered his head at the moment, facing the boss’s interrogation nervously, somehow, a anger suddenly rose in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it, squeezed his fist, and whispered," My lord, yes, they are broadcasting the Triwizard Tournament."

"Then you tell us what to do!" The young Auror just wanted to say that the game was over at the beginning, and the rest of the melee was explained by Grindelwald, but the boss did not give him a chance to explain, and he scolded and screamed. Then he hooked his shoulders and walked to the side with Andre, "You know? We came here on flying broomsticks! Almost violated the confidentiality law, your kid has good fruit!"

The young Auror stood bewildered in the splash of saliva, his face filled with confusion. He didn't understand why the boss, who likes to fly the broomstick over Paris in his free time, could put the "Secrecy Act" on his lips so grandiosely. He understands why he is reluctant to inquire one by one as written in the manual even after hearing the news of Grindelwald, let alone why he can so naturally hook up with the "legal businessman" Andre in front of him, and In full view, he stuffed a small bottle into his pocket.

The excessive amount of information caused the brain of this young man who had just entered the society to crash. He watched his boss lead the team to leave after a friendly and cordial exchange. In addition to severely reprimanding himself before leaving, he even I haven't looked directly at the water curtain.

"The charm of language, my dear friend." After sending away the Auror captain, Andre noticed the young man standing by the side in a daze. Game."

"Will they charge those Muggles?" the boy asked inexplicably.

"What?"

"I mean, when these Second Salem Muggles are all over the world stealing children, will those Aurors let them go because they have taken their money?" The young man's eyes returned to clarity, and he asked solemnly. "Like you just gave him money."

"Oh?" Andre raised his eyebrows, "Your identity, this kind of speech is very dangerous."

"It's already like this, Andre, I know who you are, and I have witnessed his bribery process. He will not let me go," the young man shook his head. At this moment, he is sober in the world, "not to mention, so Many people have heard Grindelwald's declaration. Someone must be impeaching the Ministry of Magic for ineffective work. Isn't it the best scapegoat for me to patrol here tonight but never report it?"

"Hahaha, you see it thoroughly," Andre smiled first, and then said with a serious face, "I can tell you responsibly that the situation you just imagined happened, and it's not rare, it's absurd, right? I know you have a misunderstanding of Newmontgard, but all we do is to eliminate these farce."

"Really?"

"Really, Jack." Andre smiled and pushed back the small silver ball that was about to roll out of the ear canal without a trace.

"Do you know what my name is?" There was a look of excitement on the young man's face. He didn't expect that his mediocre performance would actually enter the eyes of the famous Andrei.

"Of course, my child." Andre stretched out his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder. "I have been in France for a while, and one of my tasks is to observe young people who have the ability and potential."

"Really...really?" The young man was caught in a great surprise, until Andre arranged for his subordinates to contact him who was already sincere, and there was no other reaction.

Andre led the people back to the back of the water curtain, and murmured at the ball in his hand, "Fortunately, you can check their list, otherwise this honest boy talks all over, it is indeed a bit troublesome."

Similar scenes are happening all over the world.

After Andre disappeared with his men, the battle scene of Alexander looked down in the water curtain.

The giants and dark monsters that meet in gold and silver almost fill the entire water curtain, but this is already the most extreme viewing angle. If the lens is farther away, the details between them will be almost completely invisible.

Silently abandoned a face and one-third of his body, and broke free from Alexander’s iron fist. The painful screams accompanied the whole process. After a process similar to childbirth, Salem became more clear and pure. The sound came from the monster's body. The eyes on its face were almost closed, only the most central one was still open. Malicious eyes burst out from it along with the black magic light, blasting Alexander's armor. , Even such a heavy metal can corrode.

By observing Nelson’s performance, Salem understood that she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of her suffering. In just a few minutes, she knew what was going on, whether it was from Nelson’s "Muggle-born" identity or settled down. The injustice he suffered when he was kicked out of Hogwarts didn't move Nelson in the slightest. This was an iron bump, just like this ridiculously big puppet.

But even at this juncture, the arrogant she never thought that there might be something wrong with her intelligence. Nelson might not be of Muggle origin at all, or she might not have been driven out of Hogwarts at all.

Alexander unhurriedly watched her attempt to break free. When the small circle stood silently on the opposite side, its one-eyed light again, letting go of her hand on the ground, and at a speed that did not fit her huge body. Straighten up, wave his fist, and smashed at the silent one-eyed.

"Do you regret killing so many children?" Nelson was still exploring whether this person had a bottom line, but her answer quickly disappointed him.

"Words are useless to me, little bastard, you wizards are all the same," Salem yelled, "If you were a butcher," Do you regret killing pigs? What I regret most is not taking the three of you back sooner!"

Nelson did not speak any more, but controlled Alexander to continue beating the various monsters in front of him.

The unimaginable magic power of the Silent is a hard bone after all, even though Salem is just a Muggle and doesn’t understand any magic, even though she just forcibly stitched her own spirit into the body of the chimeric Silent, even though there is no The ubiquitous mist is biting its body and absorbing its life all the time. Although it has been weakened again and again, it can only breathe magic power and explode in silence, which is still rough. The flesh is disgusting.

Alexander smashed its body to pieces time and time again, but the huge magic power will still restore the silent body in a flash. In the battle between the two, this Nelson’s dream city suffered a lot of skyscrapers. Was cut off, the ruins that landed in the next second were crushed into dust, returning to the original foggy form, half of the city was quickly razed to the ground, and the retreating silently also found desperately, his body The white space at the place is unexpectedly out of sight.

But having a comparable record with Alexander once again gave Salem a fluke, as long as I can defeat it...I can go out...

Was Alexander, who was almost assembled, turned out to be so unbearable?

No, even with the help of geographical advantages, Alexander can randomly tear it apart like he did at the beginning of the game, but this is actually an experimental opportunity that Nelson cherishes, in other words, everything is planned.

Whether it's Nelson and Tom, Grindelwald, or even Dumbledore, they have never looked at the Muggles who used stolen power to carry out terrorist attacks. There is only one real enemy with a clear destiny visible to the naked eye— The despicable Helbo, or the Helbo who has become the "humble Helbo" here by Nelson, his record is too brilliant, the legend is too sensational, even if the performance at this moment is no longer unbearable, they dare not face it carelessly.

When studying the dementors created by Helbo, Nelson was surprised to find that the emotional essence of the dementors’ magic power is almost the other extreme patron saint, and the most similar magic body is the silent one. , But Nelson obviously couldn’t catch the only known silent Credence to study, so the experience of fighting the silent at this time is precious, especially when the silent is determined to explode immediately if he can’t beat it. .

But Salem was obviously confused. When she discovered that Nelson was constantly changing her attack methods, she felt that she had found the weakness of her opponent-it seemed overwhelming, but in fact there was nothing to do with herself!

This may be the consequence of Muggle's forcibly mastering magic power. Anyone with normal brain power will not naively think that the opponent who can crush him at the beginning suddenly becomes weak. This kind of blunt knife cutting meat is often the most terrible. .

"Surrender!" Salem said without embarrassment, "I think your puppet is very suitable for cleaning. Let's go out and kill those disgusting wizards. I can give you a chance to call my mother."

"Wait a moment."

"What?"

Nelson didn't pay attention to the dying man in front of him, he just felt sad for the other three souls who had been manipulated for a lifetime.

In the end, after trying all the methods prepared in advance and making records, Nelson is determined to give the other three owners of this huge body a decent way to die.

"Do they have any last words?"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's impossible to think about it. What can someone who has no life fighting for?" Nelson on the throne put down his notes, drew out his wand, and inserted it under his feet.

Looking at Alexander’s countless battle losses, Salem once thought that she was going to win, but when she opened her eyes triumphantly, she was ready to teach this young man who did not respect "mother" another lesson. There was a flash of silver light on Alexander’s body, and the battle damage was repaired in an instant by the floating flying out of the vent. Then, a complex magic text that penetrated Alexander’s whole body lit up from the head, and dried up gully. Filled by the magic of silver white.

Salem only saw a fist wrapped in silver light rushing towards him, and he heard a stunned falcon in a daze.

At the moment of collapse, she heard an old call, excited with hunger and thirst.

Nelson once again appeared in the center of the Quidditch Stadium. All the people present except Grindelwald with surviving ability joined in this melee defending Hogwarts. The other half who stayed in place has been completely lost in silence. Sanity, in the midst of frantic value-added and splitting, the countless black figures in the field fought with wizards, and Nelson saw Tom protecting a dozen classmates behind him in the crowd at a glance. U U Reading www.uukａnshu.com

Grindelwald was not idle either. He focused on fiddling with the water curtain, deliberately subtracting out the Quidditch field, the wizards led by the Aurors and Dumbledore were constantly purging and suppressing, like cockroaches, who did not know where they came from. The enemy's figure, he excitedly pointed the camera at Nelson, repeating the silent scene of the giant just wearing a silver fist smashing it with a punch.

In the distant Antarctic, a young man whose cheeks were reddened by being exposed in the wind and snow all year round stood up from a group of magic penguins waiting to be fed, holding the mini water curtain in his hand, with excitement.

His face became even redder because of seeing his old boss's face. He was waiting for the messenger once every three months. Under his feet, he was piled up with research reports from the previous three months.

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