My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Nelson squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and a green light flashed over his head in a timely manner, as if arranged by the director. Unfortunately, there was no audience for this one-to-many performance.

The imprisoned Muggles stared numbly at the battle outside. For them, this was not the dawn of salvation. They had suffered too much, and every wizard was equally vicious and evil in their eyes. , Even if someone turned their backs to them and faced countless enemies.

"Except for your weapons!"

Nelson raised the wand in his left hand and yelled at the tall witch who was behind the broken wall not far away. The witch who heard the shout couldn't help but squeeze her old wand, which was already full of cracks because it hadn't been maintained for too long.

But the red light did not come. Instead, a steel claw protruded from her feet, dragging her into the ground that suddenly turned into quicksand.

Quicksand whirled and sucked her into the ground. Only the eyes, nose, and hand holding the wand were exposed. A flashing red eye flashed past her eyes, followed by a sharp blade rubbing the flesh. At the sound of her, a creeping witch who was trying to save her collapsed softly to the ground.

She heard the sound of mellow water behind her, but she couldn't turn her head at all when she was confined by the soil. Although the air was filled with a strong sweet smell, she understood that it was a sound of blood flowing, and within a few seconds, "buzzing" "The sound of turning reappeared behind her head, the mayfly's rotor put aside the blood stains on the blade, and a few drops of still warm liquid dripped onto the top of the witch's head.

Listening to the sound of the mayfly getting closer, she closed her eyes in despair.

But the pain did not come quickly. She forgot the time in her self-enclosed five senses. When she opened her eyes again, the mayfly had passed over her head, and the unscrupulous rotor would interrupt the magic wand in front of her, and the witch felt There was no difference between himself and the Muggles who were still being tortured a few hours ago, and his expression became dull.

A gleaming **** mayfly flew from all sides of the village and surrounded Nelson, forming a circle that could no longer be standard. Their indifferent red eyes were the same. Nelson in the center held up his wand, waving like a band conductor. Holding both hands, a series of high-temperature beams shot out from the mayfly's eyes, cutting everything they were looking at.

Nelson crossed his arms and raised it to the top of his head, turning his closed eyes to one side as if intoxicated. Another green light passed through the gap between his arms and his head in good time, wiping his ears and flying to the sky.

The face of the buried witch, which was as dumb as the Muggles, showed an expression of horror. She watched Nelson, who was nearly attacked ahead of him, closed her eyes and easily stunned her with the wand in her right hand. Companion, the next second, Nelson lowered his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her.

"I'm ready to die." The witch opened her eyes, preparing for death.

But what appeared in front of her was only a white cat, lightly stepping on the top of her head, and rushing to more corners of the wizard with the mightflies around her.

The witch's eyes went dark, and a scene of herself licking the bench leg and begging the woman for medicine appeared in her mind.

A faint blue flame rose from the top of the half of the magic wand in her hand, and quickly swallowed the dry wood below. Within a few seconds, the wand was burned to ashes under the fierce fire, but her hand was not burned. After destroying the magic wand, the icy flames inside disappeared on its own. A light wind blew by, and the ashes in her hands were lifted high. At this moment, there was no difference between the empty-handed witch and the imprisoned Muggles. .

Seeing their companions fall down one by one, the wizards stationed in the village suddenly panicked, their faces finally had expressions, shouting each other's names, and groping towards the church in the center of the village.

This did not make them feel at ease. Even if it is daytime, the place they see is as dark night—the white night, and the sudden rise of dense fog obscures everyone’s vision. They can only distinguish themselves by sound. The orientation.

The screams that came from time to time made them more nervous. The most frightening thing was that these screams were almost the front and rear feet, but they came from completely different directions. They only felt like they were in a game of wizard chess. The observant chess players looked down at them and gently grabbed the pieces from the board.

Finally, someone's fragile heart completely collapsed. The lanky and rickety old wizard found two other companions early. He thought that holding a group would make him safer, but he didn't expect this to be the beginning of the nightmare.

At first, he and two other wizards lined up and shuttled quietly in the alleys of the village. He opened the way and the other was behind, but when he walked to the front of the team and turned to confirm, he found that the person behind the team's nave disappeared. It's like walking down the street and being stolen by a thief.

He hurriedly ran back, grabbed the arm of the remaining man, excitedly released spells around indiscriminately, these spells with no accuracy made his heart feel better.

In the next second, wailing came from the far west, it seemed that the demon went to the west to wreak havoc, and he should be safe...

He watched as the air behind his companion suddenly became distorted, and there was no time to remind him that a vague figure appeared behind him. Then, his companion and the figure disappeared without a trace, as if they had just been found. The experience of the companion is just an illusion.

He blinked, trying to construct a story of "everything is an illusion" in his mind to mend his fragile will. However, at this moment, the wand that lost his master began to fall, and the tip of the wand suddenly burst out like a flower. The blooming blue flame, it really seems to be a flower, spinning and blooming, wanting to return to the earth, but the life of the candle in the wind cannot support its return home. Unfortunately, the magic wand is in mid-air. It turned into ashes.

The wizard blinked again, and the ashes fell on the back of his hand, and the burning awakened him.

"Ha...haha...hahaha," he laughed unpleasantly like a phonograph with a cassette player, raised his wand, pointed it at his neck, and muttered with hollow eyes, "Devil...this is the devil..."

Along with the wailing from the south, his lips trembled, and he uttered the spell for the first and last time: "Avada—"

"It's not easy to chew big melons at this time," Nelson suddenly appeared next to him and gently pushed his wand away with his hand. The half-life memory flashed in the wizard's mind. He felt that he was now at a distance from death. Even closer than the Suicide Curse, Nelson's voice echoed softly in his ears, "It seems that all of you know this spell? But with all due respect, you don't have the energy to end your life."

A thin figure and a sharp female voice appeared in the wizard's eyes. What she said was exactly the same at the moment, "Your power can't even kill a Muggle..."

Nelson tasted the interesting scenes he had just seen with interest. He held the wizard’s wand and gently pulled it out of his hand. At first, the wizard’s knuckles used some force, as if he wanted to hold it. His last magic, but he quickly lost all his strength, and the wand fell to the ground with a blue flower.

The wizard looked at that figure for the last time, like a civet walking among the trees, elegant and alert.

He hugged his head and knelt to the ground, his knees smashed by the stones on the ground, blood was flowing, but he could not feel the pain at all.

"I can't count you as a good person either. After all, did you participate?" Nelson's voice still echoed in his ears, but the wailing in the distance came again. This time, he couldn't tell where he was. "That doesn't seem to be fair to good people."

"Bullying!"

"Weak!"

"inability!"

"vent!"

Nelson’s scolding appeared in every corner of the village, "Seriously, your level is far worse than the real dark wizard! The real dark wizard apparates at least twice as fast as me. If you change He is here. When you fall down, you can't even feel hit by the curse!"

The surviving conscious wizards have completely lost their will to resist. Under Nelson's scraping of bones, the remaining three melons and two dates can't even play the role of stragglers, even if they finally reached their destination and stood there. On the platform in front of the church, even though they finally fulfilled their dream of holding a group to keep warm, they couldn't even stand still after witnessing the burning of their companion's wand.

The wizard with the expression most like a normal person fell to his knees with a "puff", raised the magic wand in his hand, and ruthlessly folded the wizard's most important thing, and the unicorn hair in the center of the rod burst into light. , This is its last wailing.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining four followed suit. They were tired and didn't want to be played anymore.

So far, the seventeen people who controlled a village of Muggles completely lost their pride as wizards.

"Who are you?" The wizard at the beginning asked wearily, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Good question." Nelson appeared in front of the five people. He had just changed a pair of new shoes and waved his hand. A mayfly holding a bunch of magic keys flew from behind him and hovered in front of the wizard, "Go Open those doors."

"The door locks have been destroyed by your strength."

"Well, go and open them."

The wizard took the key, propped up with the help of his companion, and hobbled away.

"Azkaban is busy now," Nelson said with a smile looking at McGonagall who appeared beside him. "

"If I were them, I probably wouldn't want to touch my wand for the rest of my life." McGonagall looked up at Nelson's profile with a complicated expression, and said, "Your use of Apparition... Did you learn Grindelwald?"

"Otherwise?" Nelson shrugged. "Or should I use it to catch walking balls?"

"You guy..." McGonagall laughed, but his tone soon became gloomy, "I didn't find him among those Muggles, maybe..."

"I didn't find myself in those Muggles, maybe..."

"I'm still joking at this time." McGonagall's mood eased a little. She heard the hint in Nelson's words, clasped his arm, and asked, "Do you know what? Read it?"

"I'm not sure, Minerva," Nelson shook her head, "but I think you should go back."

"What, I haven't seen anyone yet, how could it—"

"Minerva," Nelson said sincerely, "leave it to me next, you are not suitable for this kind of thing."

"I am a teacher! I—"

A red beam of light from behind McGonagall interrupted her speech, and McGonagall, who was stunned by the Stunning Curse, fell softly into Nelson's arms.

"Mrs. McGonagall, you shouldn't use this spell on your daughter."

Nelson turned his head and looked at Isabel who appeared at the entrance of the village, his tone full of reproaches.

"Didn't you also block her?" Isabel leaned on a thick cane engraved with a golden beetle and walked slowly towards Nelson with her waist. "It seems that you also agree with my approach."

Nelson watched her approach step by step, carefully supporting McGonagall on the back of the Falcon and instructing it to take McGonagall away.

"When you read the first memory, you should stop." Isabel said briskly. She didn't stop Nelson from doing everything. She walked up to Nelson and stood still, took off her hood, and revealed a picture more than when she first saw it. Older face, "You feel the same way, don't you?"

"It's difficult." Nelson shook his head stiffly.

"Relax, my dear, you can hit so many...what about the evil black wizard!" Her tone suddenly increased, and then slowly fell, full of irony.

"Indeed, they are far from the real strong," Nelson nodded, "but you are different."

"You can really talk." Isabel chuckled. "Fortunately, you didn't tell Minerva, otherwise I can only give you a happy tear in my tears."

"I don't think that with Minerva's cleverness, she would not be able to guess it." Nelson did not lose sight of it.

"Short-sighted, there are too many ways to make her forget all this."

"She's not the kind of silly person."

"You will ruin the happiness of our family."

"Happiness is to weave a fig leaf of lies for two honest people?"

"I do it for their good, and for our good." Isabel's face showed a happy smile, but this smile only made Nelson feel terrified.

"Do you know how long it takes to open a person?"

She turned her back to Nelson, her rickety back was like an arch bridge, and her high shoulders were like the two humps of a camel, making her head smaller with little hair left.

"do not know."

"Come, read my memory."

"Not interested in."

"I'll let you read it!" Isabel suddenly yelled, and the silver mist filled her eyes, forcibly rushing towards Nelson.

Her manipulation of memories was so good that Nelson could not escape her magic.

"Ouch, I*..."

Nelson was stunned and even swearing. This is the most outrageous thing he has seen in years. Even the atrocities in the Krakow concentration camp that were strangled in the cradle are not just in case—perhaps Crazy Muggles have far beyond the imagination of ordinary people in sadism, but after all, they are not assisted by magic, and they can never perfectly present those crazy and ugly thoughts, but wizards can easily do them with magic.

"You are anger..." Nelson frowned, free from his memory. "Dispose of all those who laugh at your family. The residents of the Scottish Highlands will have a noble character. You can't figure it out."

"Otherwise? Do you really think Rob is doing a good job of confidentiality?" Isabel asked rhetorically. uukanshu.com "From the day my father wanted to kill my husband and my father-in-law insulted me as a slut, I committed an unforgivable crime, Nelson, you are worthy of my daughter, I think Please continue to protect her happiness after I die."

"Those medicines?"

"They feel happy too, don't they?"

"Do you still think so now?"

"Everyone is so unfortunate, even those Muggles, when they feel the sweetness of pain and the moment they are swallowed wholeheartedly, they will definitely feel happy."

"I met a madman a few days ago, but I didn't expect there to be someone more mad than her."

"Don't you like happiness?" Isabel was a little disappointed. "I thought you were a smart person."

"Coincidentally, I thought so before."

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