My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Isabel stretched her hand forward, but threw herself empty. Nelson was already empty, only the knitted sofa cover that was wrinkled by McGonagall was slowly rebounding.

"What happened? Mr. McGonagall?" Nelson looked at Robert with a grim expression, "Is something wrong with Minerva's sweetheart?"

"That's not her sweetheart, young man," Isabel said with an unpretentious smile on her face. "That's just a little villain who makes Minerva sad."

"Has he been captured by the wizards? Is he going to be sold to Bogin Bok as a raw material for ‘medicine’? Or is he dead?"

Nelson spliced ​​what he saw and heard after arriving in the Scottish Highlands and got a not-so-good guess. He asked questions like cannonballs, but did not want to get the answer. He grabbed McGonagall’s coat on the sofa. Chased out the door.

"She Apparated and left, you can't find it." Isabel yelled behind him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, and I'm sorry to leave hastily. When I solve the problem, I'll come to your house again to harass."

Nelson raised his wand and looked towards the sky. An intricate metal silver falcon model swung blade-like wings and swooped down from the clouds. When the silver falcon was still some distance from the ground, Nelson's robe suddenly flew out Hundreds of buzzing mayflies, they arranged in a neat line, showing the shape of a larger bird, when the silver falcon dived and lifted up, passing in front of Nelson, they followed closely behind, changing shape , Spliced ​​to the silver falcon, and within a few seconds, a bird large enough to carry people appeared in the air.

Taking off from the muddy beach, facing the depressed sky.

Nelson leaped up and waved his magic wand. He disappeared in the air, then appeared on the iron bird's back for an instant, standing upright, carrying McGonagall's coat and rushing towards the sky not far away.

"After forty days, Noah opened the window of the ark and let a crow out."

Robert holding the cross, walked out of the room, squinting at the sky.

"Can you find the corresponding sentence? You remember it really fast." Isabel followed behind him and said with a smile.

"Not appropriate." Robert shook his head, leaning on the door frame, looking at Nelson's disappearing back, and asked concerned, "Will he be our son-in-law?"

"No," Isabel shook her head and said regretfully, "I can't see it, but I like this guy very much. He shouldn't make our baby girl sad."

"That guy Doug is actually okay, but he is not a wizard like you."

"Honey, how many times I have said it, I really don't mind at all, and Minerva and her brothers won't mind at all." Isabel picked up the brown leather coat on the hanger at the door and put it on the clothes. Looking at Nelson's back, the thin husband exclaimed, "He is indeed very good, and he is very good at talking to ladies, but he is still too young and too impulsive."

"Did Doug go?"

"My dear, don't you believe me!" Isabel hammered Robert lightly on the shoulder and said, "I have made him forget Minerva, and I just want to take my family to London to find a livelihood in the short term. He may have sold the land in his family by now."

"Hope God bless him."

Robert pursed his lips and watched Nelson's disappearance among the clouds. He silently drew a cross on his chest, not knowing whether he was looking at the sky or looking into the distance.

I don’t know if I am blessing Doug or Nelson.

"Minerva will figure it out," Isabel patted her husband on the shoulder and walked back to the house. "There are still pots on the stove. They should be able to come back before dinner."

"Yeah." Robert replied softly, leaning on the door frame, his eyes panic, and took out a box of matches and a piece of soil smoke from his arms.

Isabel walked into the living room and accurately found every sight glass and every alarm that was closed by the mayfly. Her face was a petting smile. She seemed very satisfied with the young man Nelson, but after clearing up all the alarms , She first spread out the sofa cover at McGonagall’s position, and then unfolded the sofa cushion Nelson had just sat on. She took out an exquisite silver second-order imitation from below, and pressed the upper buttons in a certain order. Nelson’s voice changed from It came out clearly from inside.

"...There is no law that you can't be a fan without Quidditch," Isabel listened to Nelson's speech with a smile, "It is precisely because he loves your mother..."

The smile on Isabel's face grew stronger. She liked the young man who came to her house more and more, until a match came from outside the house and the sound of magic on the outer wall drove her smiling face away, and she walked out the door sternly.

"Robert, does your God allow you to smoke?"

"God will punish me." Robert buckled his thumb into his palm, opened the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "I am willing to accept punishment."

Isabel furiously ran up to Robert, akimbo, staring at him.

"You have a bad voice, don't be here." Robert looked at his wife, and when he saw her taking a step, he reluctantly pressed the cigarette **** out on the wall. "Well, stop blowing it, let's go back."

…

"It's so cold."

Standing on the bird's back, Nelson shivered. He raised his hand to look at McGonagall's coat, shook his head, and pulled out a green scarf embroidered with "n" from his pocket, which was wrapped around his neck.

"Somehow tell me where I am. Is this an attitude of asking for help?"

Nelson squinted his eyes and moved his fingers dexterously like playing a piano. Several mayflies with big eyes separated from the silver falcon, flew in all directions, sank into the clouds, and disappeared.

Several round water **** soon appeared in front of him. At first, the clouds and mist in the water **** were lingering. After a while, pictures of different areas were lit up in them. Only the depressive clouds above his head can confirm that they are all in Scotland at this moment. Over the high ground.

He is like a general overlooking the sand table, with a panoramic view of the vast wilderness.

Soon, the mayflies locked down the settlements below and moved closer to them. The images returned became clearer and clearer. Nelson was a little confused. It is reasonable to say that a place like this kind of sparsely populated place shouldn't be too poor, but he really is. It is impossible to find a suitable reason for the worry that hangs on almost everyone's face.

"really interesting."

Nelson rubbed his tearful eyes by the high-altitude wind and stared at one of the water balls. A young man with a newsboy hat stood in the middle of the village looking at the mayfly above his head. The two looked at each other across the water curtain.

"Christian aesthetic?" Nelson quickly looked away, McGonagall was not there.

After flying in the sky for about ten minutes, Nelson discovered McGonagall's figure, his whole body tense, his expression becoming solemn.

There is almost no smoke in the village where McGonagall is located. The surrounding large areas of deserted land are covered with weeds. The houses and windows are dilapidated, but those dilapidated doors are tied with expensive-looking locks, a bunch of dirty The sorcerers who looked exactly like the addicts in Highland Heroes Village surrounded McGonagall, who stood in the middle of the village. The church that has collapsed in half cannot be retreated.

Nelson inserted his magic wand on the back of the silver falcon, and its temperature rose instantly, and the metal feathers on the tail wing were even burnt red by the temperature of the body. Nelson firmly buckled a bulge on its neck with his hands, and then, the wings With a strong fan, the clouds twisted together. Through the water curtain, he saw McGonagall as if he was still saying something to the wizards who surrounded her.

The silver falcon’s tail burst out with a burst of magic power, and under the reaction force, it, together with Nelson on its back, was shot out in the direction of McGonagall like a spring.

"What are you talking about with a madman!" Nelson waved his fist vigorously. He was very anxious, for fear that McGonagall would be killed before he arrived. He could only increase the magic power injected into the silver falcon, and the magic power burst out. , The sharp wings pierced the surrounding air.

…

"Where is Doug? Where did you take him?!"

McGonagall yelled at the wizards in front of her. When she saw the devastated village, her heart suddenly became cold. Where is the place where she was just married? She understood that her mother lied to her.

She followed the path into the village to the collapsed church. A few months ago, her father even came here to visit another priest, but now they are gone. She heard the vague crying from the direction of the church and couldn't help speeding up. Footsteps.

What caught the eye were scenes that made people feel hairy. The houses that had lost their owners were filled with pig-like civilians. They were unclothed, their eyes were numb, and the expensive magic locks looked like one. Roots pierced into her heart.

"It shouldn't be like this..." She repeated these words sadly, even forgetting the purpose of the village in the future.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice, one by one hollow wizards were surrounding herself from all directions.

"You are wrong in this way, it is a violation of the "Secrecy Act"!" McGonagall leaned against the scumming wall, still trying to understand it with emotion and reason, but the wizard in front of her was like a walking corpse. I couldn't hear her at all, didn't answer the words, didn't attack her, just kept shrinking the circle.

As the last gap was filled, McGonagall only felt a suffocating sense of powerlessness, just like the sky at this moment-dark clouds pressed down on the city, and the gaps that showed the sky were all overwhelmed by thicker clouds. It is difficult for the sun to fall on the earth, just like entering the night.

The distant coastline was also slapped fiercely by the rushing waves, which are taking the opportunity to continue to eat into the living space of mankind.

"Where is Doug?"

McGonagall asked feebly, but still no response.

After waiting for a few seconds, the sadness on her face suddenly disappeared. Her back was straightened, and she gently waved her hand, and drew the wand from her pocket gracefully. The weak Muggle girl disappeared and was replaced by the impression of Nelson. The tough, brave, and meticulous Minerva McGonagall, although young, but the perseverance belonging to Gryffindor is already a mature fruit.

"It seems that I have been whimsical to communicate with you." McGonagall raised his wand and pointed it at the wizard closest to him. His face was gray and his eyes were sunken. It seemed that he was even a dying person. "Encountered this kind of thing. , I don’t think I can leave it alone, Nelson is right... People like you, I can defeat ten in one second!"

There were even tears in the corners of her eyes, and her lover was still missing, but she put them aside for the time being, and chose what she should do more.

This may be the biggest difference between her and another cat. She has never been a selfish person.

The group of wizards surrounding her were like corpses, and did not respond much. McGonagall raised his wand and waved it downward. The ground under their feet shattered suddenly, and the sudden appearance of a large crater swallowed them unexpectedly and was turned over. The mud on the ground soon buried the people who fell into the pit, only the head was still exposed, no more, no less, exactly ten people.

At the moment they were attacked by the spell, they moved as if being activated.

Regardless of the controlled companion, countless murderous curses rushed towards McGonagall like raindrops.

Nelson, who was still flying, watched this scene anxiously. He knew McGonagall so well. He knew that she would never use any lethal spells. He even wanted to control them and find the Ministry of Magic in the future, but this It's not realistic at all. When you are **** and your enemies have a killing intent, this is simply an unfair battle.

The development of the matter was the same as he thought. When he was finally able to see the village with his naked eyes, McGonagall had been beaten into the crumbling church, and even bricks and tiles were constantly falling off his head. McGonagall looked at the gloomy sky. , The eyes are full of bitterness.

Suddenly, it dawned.

Sunlight rushed out of a whirlpool that suddenly appeared, burning McGonagall's eyes, and a silver falcon that was as dazzling as the sun swooped toward her, and she finally waited for a helping hand.

Countless sharp feathers whirled off from the silver falcon, and shot the wizard to the ground. Nelson jumped in mid-air and disappeared in the storm of steel.

The next second, he appeared on the bird's back again, with the petite McGonagall in his arms.

"I knew that the deadlift would also bring Tom, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Nelson smiled at the weak McGonagall, "He likes this kind of big scene the most."

"It's not that crowds are a big scene," McGonagall raised his hand and twisted his ears. "Don't make trouble for yourself, but... they are indeed sinful."

"I see."

Nelson nodded and jumped off the bird's back.

McGonagall propped up and looked at Nelson's phantom twinkling figure.

The imaginary giant did not appear. Nelson held two magic wands, apparating around the church like a dance.

Every time his figure appeared in a new position, it would be accompanied by an army of silver mayfly. Those uncooperative wizards had no unforgivable spells but could not touch the corners of his clothes, but they were **** one by one. Yan Yanshi fell down on the ground, his appearance at the moment reminded McGonagall of the Grindelwald that Newt once said, and he was like the boy who danced with Myrtle at the ball that day.

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