My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Listen to me, question mark, I really didn't see you lying on my head in the morning!"

"Meow!"

"Really, it's really because I'm so tired!" Nelson's shout passed through the soundproof door of the dormitory and echoed in the Slytherin lounge. There were only a few hiding in the empty lounge. The house elves sweeping in the corner, Nelson's yelling even made the flames in the fireplace more exuberant, "Otherwise, I will feel it so heavy on my face!"

"No! I didn't mean that you are heavy. You are too light. I even discussed with Metel the day before yesterday to give you an extra meal!"

The flames in the lounge were beating leisurely, enjoying the peace of this moment, when suddenly, an uninvited guest rushed in.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm very sorry! I'm very sorry!"

An elf standing by the fire with an iron fork and stabbing the firewood saw the figure appearing behind the opened door. He shook his neck and hit the fireplace: "I'm very sorry! Let you see me dirty Figure!"

"Calm down, Bubble."

Dumbledore's face looked very tired, he should have not slept all night, his movements were very strange, his right hand was raised flat and placed on his chest, as if hanging an invisible clothing, he gently waved with the other hand The wand, the brick wall of the fireplace suddenly became soft as cotton candy, and the bubbles hit and bounced.

"I should thank you for allowing me to be lucky enough to see a cute elf in the morning."

The elf's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he looked at Dumbledore deeply, and disappeared with his friends.

Dumbledore shook his head and walked up the stairs. Nelson's howling sounded in his ears, which made a smile on his sad face. He quickened his pace, found Nelson's bedroom, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in—"

Dumbledore opened the door and saw Nelson sitting upright on the bed with the question mark in his arms and stroking its fur. He pretended not to see the question mark's nails deeply embedded in Nelson's thighs, and said, "Nelson, absolutely. Urgently, many students have lost consciousness. I need your help."

"What? Didn't the French doctor come?" Nelson raised his head, remembering the silent dying struggle, and said to himself that it was not good, "Chrissy--"

"Miss Jewellery was among them. In fact, more than one-third of the students have not woken up. Someone told me that they may already be on their way to the next step."

"Next..." Nelson frowned.

"Yes, I asked Slytherin, and he said these students look like people who are not dead, and that guy...he said you must understand what that is." Dumbledore approached Nelson and leveled it. Raised arms stretched towards him, "Let's go, go to your site, everyone needs you."

Nelson nodded, put the question mark on the pillow, stood up, stretched out his hand, and touched a completely transparent, cold, slippery fabric on Dumbledore's arm, "Nagini?"

"He gave it to me." Dumbledore didn't seem to know more. "It's the invisibility cloak."

"Okay, Professor." Nelson took off the invisibility cloak from Dumbledore's arm, put it on his shoulders, and touched his hand under the pillow. A cloud of mist rose from all sides of the dormitory and submerged to Dumbledore in a few seconds. On Lido's chest, he took off the coat hung on the bedpost and put it on his body. There was a crashing sound, "Let's go."

In the empty bedroom, the question mark lay on Nelson's pillow, staring at the place where the two disappeared, and patted the pillow towel bitterly, and reluctantly gave himself a comfortable nest and lay in it.

...

Blurred illusion.

Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at the pure white castle in front of him with a complicated expression. He didn't expect Nelson to build a Hogwarts in the original state of the illusion.

"So... I blamed him." Dumbledore thought mixedly. "I'm such a selfish and self-righteous person."

"Professor, are you uncomfortable?" Nelson's voice interrupted Dumbledore's thinking.

Dumbledore blinked, looked at Nelson, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little lost, do you know where to go?"

"Don't you know?"

"Don't you know?"

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Nelson's shoulder.

Nelson followed his gaze and stretched out his hand. The icy invisibility cloak was so smooth. He even solved the force and followed his arm to climb to the body. Nelson turned his body, and the invisibility cloak was perfectly attached to it. On his coat, there was a layer of moonlight shining silver attached to it. This radiance was a little humble. It only flickered for a moment, and then it was restrained quickly.

Nelson felt a lot more relaxed, but there was always a foreign body sensation between his ribs. He stretched his hand to the waist and touched a hard object in the pocket of the invisibility cloak—a slender stick full of spherical protrusions.

That is a magic wand.

Nelson's eyes widened, he touched the handle of the wand, and pulled it out of his pocket. The pure black body of the wand is unusually abrupt in this white world, and the bulges all over the wand are scars that record time everywhere. , The rod of the elderberry, the tail feathers of the night qi, fifteen inches long.

At the moment of holding the magic wand, the cold touch was transmitted from the fingertips to the brain. Nelson felt his heart as if he was tightly gripped by a hand. Then, Nelson closed his eyes tightly, the one pinched on his heart. The hand is broken! It can beat again.

The majestic magic burst from his body, surging with infinite power, Dumbledore raised his arm with difficulty, blocked it in front of him, was pushed aside by the violent wind, before being pushed away, he saw Nelson raised Grindelwald's wand.

The lost fog drifting in the air is twisted by a certain force and descends into a vortex that directly leads to the sky. The surrounding cities are shattered by the strangulation of the hurricane, but they are rebuilt under Nelson's unconscious control-this is a continuous death to see A magic wand that will be subdued.

"Old magic wand."

Dumbledore struggled to squeeze a few words from between his teeth. He looked at the pure white wind wall in front of him, set up the barrier, and walked in with difficulty. When he entered the eye of the wind through the wind, he faced it. His Nelson just opened those dark eyes.

Dumbledore's gaze couldn't help being attracted by those eyes, and he almost fell into the bottomless abyss behind his pupils.

"Professor," Nelson cocked his mouth and smiled, "Don't be afraid, black is a mixture of all colors."

After all, under Dumbledore's surprised gaze, Nelson raised the hand holding the old wand, pinched the wand with his index finger and thumb, opened the remaining three fingers, and showed him the back of his hand.

A dark, awkwardly shaped ring is quietly placed on his middle finger. A crooked triangle is engraved on the oval-shaped gemstone ring. The Deathly Hallows logo is shining with breathtaking light, and they are connected to each other. , Mutual achievement, vaguely, Dumbledore saw a figure wearing a black robe and holding a sickle behind Nelson.

He rubbed his eyes, is that the **** of death? Maybe not, but the legendary Deathly Hallows definitely has the power to control life and death. Dumbledore looked around and the boundary that belonged to the dead also confirmed his guess.

It's a pity that the figure was just a glimpse, twisted and shrunk to a point, attached to Nelson's hand, Dumbledore blinked, everything just now was just an illusion, only the magic of the triangle rune became more and more condensed.

The creations of the three brothers have been separated for too long.

"When did you? No, the Deathly Hallows..."

Dumbledore’s face was full of surprise. Even though Grindelwald had mastered the old wand, he still believed that the Deathly Hallows was nothing more than a legend created by a wizard who feared death. After all, a well-made elderberry wand was with him. Within the scope of understanding, and there are many invisible cloaks in the world, it is not impossible to have so few special ones.

"Is this the Resurrection Stone?" There was a sudden desire in Dumbledore's eyes, but he quickly suppressed the emotion, and when he realized that he was in the place of death, he laughed at himself, "Sorry. , I'm a little gaffe."

"Professor, this is just a lie." Nelson shook his head with a look on his back, but now it is not when the children are in love. There are still many sleepless students in Miss Joey's ward, and Nelson presses on the gun with his left hand. Turn gently on the ring of the special family.

In a circle.

The storm grew fierce, and almost washed away Dumbledore's feet. He felt as if his soul was about to leave his body and go elsewhere.

Two laps.

The noisy conversation echoed around the two of them, different languages, different content, or sadness, or nostalgia, or relief, or relief, filling Dumbledore’s ears like whispers, and he tried to distinguish I can understand the content. Before she died, an old woman hoped that her son could eat the cake she made. A crazy soldier roared before drinking bombs and was unwilling to lose her invincible country suddenly. The shaman who accomplished nothing is missing his youthful lover, and a child who was conservative and suffering from illness finally smiled at his parents...

The dying sounds of countless people poured into Dumbledore’s mind. He felt that his head was about to explode. Vaguely, he saw a girl lying on the ground looking helplessly at the fighting three brothers, hoping for himself. The picture of his brother closing his eyes in regret that he can hug him, tears immediately filled his eyes.

Three laps.

When the ring returned to its original position, the wind stopped, the surrounding whispers disappeared, and the brand-new city stood on its ruins again. I don’t know when the street where the two of them was suddenly became crowded. Get up.

The shoulder-to-shoulder pedestrians are walking silently in the opposite direction from the two. Their faces are covered with the same anxiety and the same expectation. With each step, the color on their bodies will peel off like a wind-eroded mural. , Sink into the mist under your feet, eaten up by greedy memories-they will also become one of them, those lost colors will eventually become white fragments, everyone's life may be just a wisp of insignificant mist , And even complete fragments will not be left behind.

New passers-by appear at all times, and they immediately join the flow of people. Some people have reluctance and fear on their faces, but they all seem to be put in a tightly-fitted cover, observing the iron law of the dead, and facing the same. Go in one direction.

No one noticed the two aliens in the crowd. They went straight through their bodies. Even if they were on the same street, the living and the dead still had an insurmountable mound.

"Is this the illusion?" Dumbledore muttered, staring at the scene before him in shock.

"Professor, I remember you were here." Nelson squinted his eyes and looked over the dead one by one, looking towards the endless white wasteland outside the city. It is impossible for the living to understand the way of the dead, so his eyes can't see. In the end.

"I just feel shocked." Dumbledore sighed. "Can you see all the dead here?"

"I don't know, Professor," Nelson looked back, "but I think I have found Hogwarts classmates."

Nelson waved his sleeves, and his body was glowing with silver moonlight. Dumbledore felt the sky spin. When he stood firm, he found that he had fallen into a group of students in Hogwarts uniforms with expressionless faces. , Looking ahead, walking forward appraisingly, it is the Hogwarts students who have lost consciousness. They are different from most people here. Their clothes are still bright, but a tentacled chain is tightened. I took everyone’s neck and tied them together. The buckles of the chain are suckers that bite into each other. The feet of these suckers are covered with smaller suckers, like a starfish stretched to an infinite length. Tentacles.

The suction cup pierced deeply into the students’ throats and extended to the infinity ahead. Some substance twisted through the suction cup and entered their esophagus, and these dazed souls also walked indifferently like marionettes. .

Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief and raised his wand, trying to stop the group of students who shouldn't be killed. He tried his best to stop the students. Gradually, the expression on his face became more and more ugly, and his wand could not match. Any one of them interacted, and he found weakly that his own spell passed through everyone's body and shot into the distance. The deformed barriers and obstacles could not delay their footsteps even if it was an impervious wall. , They can easily travel through the past.

They belong to two worlds.

Upon seeing this, Nelson ~www.readwn.com~ stared at the chains that led the students. They were obviously different from those around them, and this chain seemed to be the culprit for their "death".

After thinking for a moment, a silver radiance poured out from the old magic wand, and the half-moon-shaped blade of light slashed towards the chain, and the chain pierced by the light twitched for a while. When Nelson thought he had succeeded, the blade of light passed through, and he frowned. , This chain should come from the silent person, but there is always a familiar smell.

"They seem to be something like shadows."

Dumbledore's eyebrows were filled with anxiety, and every second delay increased the student's danger by one point.

"I can't touch it, Professor." Nelson shook his head. "They don't seem to be here at all."

"I think I can go to the finish line." Dumbledore squinted his eyes and said something crazy. Before setting off, Slytherin repeatedly told "Don't try to spy on death", but at this moment, for the comfort of the students, Dumbledore ignored him. He looked at Nelson, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can you send me forward? When I go back, remember—"

"Professor, it's us," Nelson interrupted Dumbledore. He raised his old magic wand and pointed it in the direction of his classmates. "I think we can go to the end."