My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

"I understand, you were also forced." Nelson said sincerely, clutching his forehead, and slowly moving his feet to a low wall on the side.

"Don't worry, kid, I won't attack you," Isabel smiled. "If you really understand me, you won't be so scared, will you?"

"No... I just have a headache." Nelson felt that his brain was about to explode. Isabel's memory is not huge, but it is mixed with the life fragments of the wizards I have read before, and strong emotions are in the story. Rippling and erupting, causing Nelson's mood and magic to fluctuate like them, "You laughed, I understand, but I think you should realize that you have made such a small mistake in solving the problem."

"Arrogant, you haven't experienced everything I experienced, so how do you deserve to evaluate what I did?"

Isabel shook her head disdainfully. She raised her wand. The silver flashing memory was like liquid. Although Nelson tried to avoid it, they still occupied her skin. He staggered close to the low wall and held it drunkenly. Everything in front of him was divided into three parts. The double images sometimes overlapped and sometimes separated, and a feeling of dizziness and nausea flooded his throat. At the same time, the more distant stories opened in his mind like the pages of a book.

"Don't worry, boy, I won't attack you."

Isabel looked like a mother who coaxed her baby to sleep with a bedtime story. Her eyes were gentle when she looked at Nelson, as if she was holding McGonagall and singing an out-of-tune lullaby for the first time.

…

A year before McGonagall’s birth, Isabel and Robert met. A handsome and practical guy and a smart and lovely lady. In most vulgar love stories or real life, they will be blessed by everyone. right.

But compared to the storybook, their story has a touch of cool, **** sweetness, and the root of everything is that small wooden stick—the magic wand.

Isabel is faced with the same choice as McGonagall — to choose a lover or to choose a family. The differences and conflicts that should have been intensified in the face of her father and McGonagall’s grandfather — Mr. Rose, a violent temper The stubborn wizard, the prejudice in his heart is more difficult to shake than the hardened rock formations under the Antarctic ice cap.

For him, it is more reasonable for his daughter to marry a house-elf at home than to marry a Muggle. After all, the elf at least has some magical powers. Like most ego-centered fathers, he chooses strong control, if not Obedient, the dark basement next to the house elves will become the future residence of the disobedient daughter.

Unlike McGonagall, Isabel chose a lover, which made her immersed in the happiness of her husband and child for the rest of her life. At the same time, this was also the beginning of the **** legend of the Scottish Highlands.

She is as good as McGonagall. Accompanied by the flying broom called "Silver Sword" that her mother gave her on her eleventh birthday, she left the hellish one that had controlled her for seventeen years. Home, and Robert has been away from home since then, and found a sheltered church in the Muggle settlement next to Heroes Village in the Highlands.

At first, it was her neighbor, an old woman with a long tongue. She vividly told the story of Mr. Pastor’s wife and the devil trading eternal youth at the entrance of the village. In fact, Isabel only used what was left when she broke her leg. Saved her health.

Isabel endured the different eyes of the people in the village, but she was willing to do so. In her opinion, these setbacks were just a test of God's love for her.

It wasn't until two weeks later that the pesky old woman knocked on her door again and said triumphantly: "Take your baby out. You shouldn't want Mr. Robert to be expelled by the church for marrying a devil."

The undisguised greed in the eyes of the old woman completely broke out her repressive pain. The solitary loneliness, the abandonment of family members, and the rigid husband’s incomprehension of her own, the old woman’s words are like a crowbar, and these small pains are easily removed. The built mountain was overturned, but the only people living at the foot of the mountain will always be affected by the mudslide.

The next day, the old woman insisted on visiting friends in London alone. Two weeks later, the police brought her soaked corpse and a piece of rotten paper with her name and address to the village.

That was the first time Isabel showed such a bright smile many years after leaving home.

After tasting the beauty of revenge, she began to get worse-her husband's mean colleagues, the village tyrant who invaded her own vegetable plot, the parents who allowed her son to bully Mai Ge, and laughed at her husband's poor old classmates, these people may only have a relationship because of His own faux pas left this beautiful world forever.

Is it rare that Isabel doesn't know what she did wrong? She is faster than most people in the world. From the beginning, she knew that she had embarked on a path of no return, but she was also good at whitewashing peace—for a happy family, this simple reason became her everyday The most powerful excuse to convince yourself.

Later, those potential dangers that might harm her family members became major problems that must be resolved in her eyes.

Her care for her family is extremely sincere, which also makes her magic more powerful than ever.

But her heart became empty and urgent as she became stronger day by day-there are so many things in the world that would hurt Robert, McGonagall and her two sons. How can she clean it up alone?

Under the ravages of black magic, her face was invincible, and she could only barely maintain it by absorbing the vitality of those liquidated Muggles. This was the first time that "medicine" was born in the world, and she felt that her life was leaving her body. But it’s all worth it—Robert goes back and forth between church and home religiously every day, thanking God for bringing him such a happy life. All three children have gone to Hogwarts. They will become beautiful and powerful wizards, but Isabel always felt that there was not much time left.

As a result, a special guest appeared in Knockturn Alley. That day, Karaktakus Bok shook the crystal bottle in his hand and stared at the charming purple light that was reflected by it, belonging to wealth.

Looking at the dark wizard behind him, who was limp from the test medicine, but whose eyes were about to rise with happiness, he asked intoxicatedly, "Madam, what do you need?"

"I don't need anything."

"Then you must have a lot of things." Karaketakus put away the crystal bottle, carefully hid the formula given to him by Isabel in his arms, and said, "No matter what you need, I believe that compared to you Everything it brings to me will never exceed the price I imagined."

"This is just a failed product. The real finished product can help your youth and will not destroy your will." Isabel believes that although the result has been achieved, the finished product that she consumes is the most precious.

"No, no, ma'am," Karaketakus stared obsessively at the man who had only the word "medicine" in his mouth, and said with a smile, "For me, this kind of medicine is the best...it has a name. NS?"

"No."

"How about'power'? Or'control'?" Karaketakus folded his hands, nervously convulsing, "No, no, no! How do these vulgar names deserve your such great invention? Just call it' Medicine', it can cure everything!"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Isabel vaguely understood what he wanted to do.

"It can heal my desires, and the territory in my heart will be completed with its assistance. To tell you, I already have abundant raw materials that can no longer be abundant," Karaketakus waved his hands excitedly. Dian's subordinates maintained the same frequency, "You will be my benefactor."

Isabel did not answer him, she left.

…

The memory that was forcibly poured into Isabel's mind was constantly scouring Nelson's ideas, and the full of grief and misery almost turned into a real flame, swallowing him to death.

Next came emptiness, but that emptiness was quickly filled with morbid morality and satisfaction. In Nelson’s heart, the remaining uncleaned emotions belonging to Pepigui were aroused, and his expression was aroused. Constantly changing, from laughing to crying, from crying to anger, Nelson was a little tired of coping, not because of these difficult memories, but from the emotional agitation.

He closed his eyes and sank into his soul. The white city was filled with black mucus, which gushed from the sewer and rushed on the street.

A big metal hand dropped from the clouds, Nelson jumped up, was caught by Alexander, and placed it carefully on top of his head.

Those black scents approached Nelson and even spread to the soles of Alexander's feet, but Nelson quickly pulled out the invisibility cloak and put it on his body. They immediately lost their target, patrolling the city in confusion, and soon sank. After entering the sewer, the street was restored to its former cleanliness, as if nothing had happened.

Only the huge silver ball buried deep underground groaned that it was about to be broken, and the mayfly fell from Alexander, sank into the ground, turned into a chain, flashed into a rush of magical power, and continuously strengthened the silver ball.

In the empty village, Nelson did his best and opened his eyes. With this colleague, Isabel's last memory was also played.

Looking at Nelson, who seemed to have lost her soul, Isabel raised her arm and looked at her palm. She herself did not expect that those memories would give Nelson so much excitement. The effect of this magic was so good that she saw Nelson. Opening her eyes again, she smiled and asked, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand, but I was really shocked."

A terrible thought suddenly rose in Nelson's heart.

"Maybe I can leave and pretend that nothing happened?"

He increasingly felt that this plan was feasible. At the end of his memory, Isabel’s plan surfaced. When a terrifying legend took shape over the Scottish Highlands, everyone would be cautious in their words and actions out of fear, no matter what others thought, Her family won't hear any bad words anymore. She can even go home and let the Ross family who are addicted to "drugs" accept their family again. What a blessing!

Except for the wizards whose brains have been spoiled, only Nelson and herself two sober people know everything. If they don’t say it, no one will know what happened. McGonagall and Robert will only think that the people of the Scottish Highlands are much better qualified. , Even if Isabel dies, as long as the "medicine" is still there, the chain on the top of the head will always exist, and no one wants to disappear for no reason.

But soon, his inner conscience slapped him awake, not to mention that this almost return to primitive religion is a big mistake in itself, just looking at this plan, it is also full of loopholes-such a place where the emperor is far away from the sky. Will Kim Bok really follow Isabel's plan and only capture those who have broken the "rules"? He will only intensify under the drive of interests, and eventually turn this into a **** like Second Salem.

"It looks like you want to understand?"

"No!" Nelson replied suddenly, frightening Isabel, but Nelson was just waking himself up, "I'm really fainted, and I will be affected by you..."

"Think about it, boy, at least here, Minerva is the person you are closest to," Isabel is still trying to persuade Nelson. "Those people have nothing to do with you."

She also noticed that the four wizards were saving the Muggles, but she didn't intend to interfere, just let Nelson make his own choice.

The wind blows from the mouth of the village to the end of the village, but it is still unable to wash away the blood stains that have been immersed in the soil.

"Mr. Robert, he is an honest and upright person." Nelson swallowed and spoke with difficulty.

"Yes." When it comes to her husband, Isabel's eyes are full of happiness.

"He must not want you to deceive him like this."

"Up until now, do you think this is a deception?" Isabel's tone was a little cold.

Nelson knew that no matter what he said, he seemed too frivolous in front of Isabel, and there was too much tacit meaning in her eyes.

But he was still procrastinating. The mayfly in the village told him that the four wizards who had not yet been infected with the "medicine" were indeed fulfilling their orders. They switched on and off the Muggle "raw materials". The door of the cell, despite the rude means, was still trying hard to drive them away. More and more people left the village and were driven far away like sheep.

"If you tell Mr. Robert all this exactly, UU read www.uukanshu.com, I think you know better than me what he will do."

"You may be able to listen to what you said." This sentence hit Isabel's weakness. Indeed, she knew very well what her husband would think of her, "How dare you use him to threaten me!"

"I'm not threatening, but I really can't do anything about you and your happiness." Nelson dropped his hands to his side, and the two wands were shaking righteously. "All I can do is raise the wand."

"Deserve to be misfortune!"

Seeing the persuasion to no avail, Isabel waved her wand angrily, and the green poisonous cloud rolled like a tide.

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