My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

At the beginning of the battle, Nelson crossed the two wands on his chest, bent slightly, and performed a wizarding ceremony popular in the Scottish Highlands. This unexpected courtesy made Isabel a little pleased. She always had a heart that belongs to a wizard.

"I will still give you the opportunity. I can help you with everything you want, even Bogin Bock's wealth," Isabel said sincerely, smelling her appreciation on Nelson, "You may Living in suffering and not understanding the true meaning of happiness, I can help you."

"Someone has promised me more attractive conditions, but I want to say that they are not suitable for me."

"I may know who you are talking about, but unlike him, my gift has no cost," Isabel decided to end the conversation. "Hurry up, those little things have about half an hour to escape, if you If I don’t know how to repent, I can only persuade you in a rude way."

"No, you look at it, you don't need you."

Feeling the sound of the furnace coming from his ears, Nelson lowered his head and muttered to himself. When the last Muggle was taken away by the four wizards, his eyes were completely clear again. In the white city of blurred vision, underground The tremor was subdued again, and the collapsed tall buildings rose again. Alexander was concealed in the mist. Only the gaze cast from the crimson one eye spanned time and space, focusing on the lonely master, rushing for a short time. After Isabel nodded in greeting, Nelson disappeared in place, replaced by a cluster of white and flawless light, which quickly swelled into a white mist that enveloped half of the village, lightly like a tide like a green poison nearby. go.

Soon, the lost fog and the poisonous fog met. Isabel raised the cane in her hand and was ready for Nelson's attack, but the imaginary explosion or collision did not happen, it just drifted into the poisonous fog. In the middle, white and green appear to exist in two dimensions that are not connected to each other. Isabel looked at the gradually thinning poisonous mist around and used her fingers to pull a touch of the mouth. She blinked and said strangely, "I think Your magic may be out of order. My baby doesn't seem to be weakened."

Nelson was silent in the fog, and a chain that shot at Isabel replaced his answer. Isabel's body eroded by black magic to the point of being ill could not fully respond. She did not make any effective resistance and was soon imprisoned. Locked firmly, just like an ordinary old lady.

"Heh...heh," the chains on her body tightened, the air in the lungs was squeezed out of her body little by little, and even the breastbone and ribs groaned crackingly, but she didn't care about the pain, just squeezed the last With a sigh of relief, remembering his youth, "When I was playing Quidditch at Hogwarts, your curse couldn't hit me."

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The disarming curse, the stun curse, and the petrification curse were shot at her from three directions indiscriminately, as if three wizards had been rehearsing for this trick for a long time. The red lightning of the disarming curse blasted her hand holding the cane, the stun curse The red light directed at her as a hood, and the petrification curse accurately hit her legs, holding her firmly in place.

These three curses were like three slaps that said "You are old", slapped heavily on her face. When the coma curse hit her, Isabel closed her eyes, tightening the chains and petrifying Curse did not allow her to fall.

The cane whirled up into the sky and fell into Nelson's hands in the mist.

Even if the opponent seems to have completely lost the ability to resist, Nelson has not easily escaped from the fog. How could McGonagall's mother be such a simple fallen character? Those poisonous mists that are still expanding are the most powerful evidence.

"Okay." Isabel twitched, and opened his eyes again. Nelson swears that this way of self-awakening is definitely the only one in the wizarding world—to get rid of the pain caused by the poisonous mist eroded by his own hands. The coma spell, this method may not be possible for anyone except Isabel. Nelson just held the cane she threw out, and the suspended water film on the surface of the palm was quickly rendered into a greenish green, and it came from the place where it touched the skin. Hot pain.

This kind of pain penetrated into the bone marrow and made Nelson a little more respect for the witch who had been in the poisonous mist in front of him.

Isabel's eyes were full of vigilance, and she believed that Nelson should also hide somewhere to mediate with herself.

However, in fact, a heated discussion was going on right behind her.

The emerald-green golden beetle stick was inserted into the ground in front of Nelson, shining as if it was coated with a metal film, most of the stick body penetrated into the ground, only the beetle waving its mouthparts and small feet above was exposed. The mouthparts and each foot were After spraying with poisonous mist, the ground with a radius of one meter from the center of the cane has turned dark green.

A transparent barrier stood around Nelson, isolating him from the outside world.

He waved his magic wand, and a dung shell who was diligently digging a hole in the underground pierced the soil and flew out. Nelson placed it next to the green ground, and in a new environment, it dazedly touched the ground with its tentacles.

"Huh? Green?"

This is the last thought before it turns into ashes.

"People who love **** and shellfish strongly protest." At his feet, there was a joke in the double-sided mirror facing the cane, followed by a serious evaluation: "It's so poisonous! What is this made of? Eight eyes A poisonous spider?"

"I really want to use penguins, but the conditions are limited. There are only **** shells around-if you really like it, I can dig some for you when I go back. There is nothing on the prairie, just **** shells," Nelson shrugged. "As for what kind of poison it is... Ask me this kind of question, you really look at me too high."

"No, aren't you the first student to lock the'O' in the potions class this year?" Tom smiled, "How can you be stumped by the mere venom?"

"You can make two more jokes, but Minerva's mother may poison herself in these two jokes."

"Okay, okay, I would have followed if I knew it," Tom's tone returned to seriousness, "Why didn't you just knock her down? I think this kind of thing should be easy for you."

"Of course, then, by the way, kill her and let Minerva wash her face with tears every day?" Nelson said, "A binding curse can cut her ribs off. I don't think she can stand Alexander's punch. "

"What about Apparition? The tactic we tried in the secret room before was the one that flashed back and forth?" Tom suggested, "You start from the front—"

"Tried," Nelson interrupted her, "but she has been standing in the poisonous mist, do you know what she can do to break the coma spell? It hurts. I can't imagine that it can be used to unlock the coma spell. How intense is the pain of the curse that came for the operation, her heart may be really strong, but her body is also much more fragile than you think."

Nelson was silent for a moment and continued, "She seems to know me very well. When sharing her memories, she even deliberately included all her posthumous assumptions. Although I don’t understand why, I think she’s already dying. Chi."

"You can just leave it to your fate, just throw two spells to see the effect."

Tom gave up thinking. In terms of spells alone, he was more fond of powerful magic than Nelson. In these respects, the two were almost half-hearted.

"If it is as you said, she is sinful, then even if you miss her and beat her to death, no one will say anything, including Minerva."

"But I think this matter should be her choice."

"Let Minerva?" Tom laughed. "You are a pervert."

"Stop the boring temptation," Isabel's voice spread from the green poisonous fog, "I saw in the newspapers, you should have a powerful and unmatched giant to follow."

The Tom in the mirror shrugged.

"Leave it to fate." Nelson stood up, took the double-sided mirror back into his arms, removed the surrounding barriers, and returned to the battlefield. The white mist suddenly became more active, and they burst out much stronger than at the beginning. With an aura, ruthlessly encircling the diluted poisonous mist, as the green fades, Isabel understands that she was wrong at the beginning, not to mention that the legendary giant entourage, the old and the old, she has long been lost and young The capital of human confrontation.

Poisons may kill everything, but in the sea, they don't even have the capital to make waves.

"You are Minerva's mother, and I am not qualified to make a decision for her."

"I remember you tampered with the oath Shafiq told you when you received the Order of the Garder," Isabel's tone softened when he heard McGonagall's name, "You said you would protect everyone? Is it Scotland? Don’t these innocent Muggles in the Highlands deserve protection?"

"Do you also think they are innocent?"

"I don't think, but don't you think either?"

Isabel screamed heartbreakingly, her eyes, mouth, nostrils and ears were overflowing with dark green blood. The blood was so thick that it could hardly flow there. Her body was already full of her own. "Medicine", perhaps for Karaktakus Bok, Isabel's medicine does not make people produce the dependence he expected, but for Isabel herself, she has long been infected with an addiction that she can't get rid of.

"Come on! Let me see what you can do!"

The fierce poison burst out of her body, tearing out small, venomous wounds on her body surface. After losing her wand, Isabel uses the purest emotion to drive the magic power, letting them mix with the venom in the body to form a delay. A monster expressing his own will, a thick green water flowing all over, like a monster that just crawled out of a swamp and was covered with despair. This reminded Nelson of the silent man he had just confronted not long ago, the size of Isabel. She was a normal wizard, but the pain caused by her stubbornness still twisted her magic power when she got old.

This is different from the silent, but it is also very similar.

The venom that had not been diluted cleansed out of the village and returned to their owner's body. Isabel's final form surprised Nelson, except for the color, she was almost exactly the same as Salem.

Before he could think about the relationship in detail, the venom-spattered water column had already hit in all directions, naturally including Nelson's direction.

Experienced in this kind of things, he understands that Isabel's collapse is inevitable. He has no choice but to escape from the village, looking at the green dancing in the white mist, with complicated eyes.

He still didn't understand why Isabel made such a choice, what the emotions she conveyed to herself and the memories mixed in it meant to explain, and what secrets were hidden in her tacit eyes.

Nelson sighed and looked at the empty village that was wantonly destroyed. He was afraid that he would never know the answers to these questions.

This is the biggest failure Nelson has tasted since his debut-he wants to make a **** person alive, but he can't interfere with her own will at all.

Isabel in the mist stopped for a while. She felt that the village was empty. She knew that her opponent had withdrawn. Instead, she burst out with more powerful magic power, destroying the empty buildings in the village like venting her anger.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Nelson's shoulder.

He turned his head, it was McGonagall.

"sorry, I-"

"You have nothing to apologize," McGonagall shook his head and said, "I already know what she did. Even if you don't stop her, I will report to the Ministry of Magic."

"But she...oh." Nelson let out a breath and didn't speak any more.

"Let me give her a ride." McGonagall had tears in his eyes, but his tone was unusually firm. "She should have disappeared under the dementor's kiss."

At this moment, Isabel's last madness has come to an end, and she will fall weakly in the poison pond like an ordinary woman, and the surrounding fog will also quietly dissipate.

When Isabel fell on the ground, hearing her daughter's conclusion about her coffin, a trace of misery and incomprehensible loneliness flashed across her face, but her eyes quickly relieved, and her hands deeply pressed into the ground relaxed, The green venom precipitated from the soil and swallowed itself.

McGonagall turned around unbearably. She had practiced her own justice all her life, but she had never thought that her mother would do such a damaging thing.

Isabel's mouth opened and closed, but her broken vocal cords could no longer make any sound. Her body was completely destroyed by her own poison. Even if no one did it, her life had come to an end.

"She is wishing you happiness." Nelson sighed, but McGonagall could no longer see the last lip. Hearing Nelson's reminder, she turned around, tears flowing freely, dyeing her light makeup. A bunch of ugly flowers can only be brought into view by a pool of green swamp, her mother has disappeared.

"boom!"

The venom exploded, but no drop of the venom flew out of the village except the one that fell on Nelson's face.

Nelson wiped his face, the cold venom did not burn him, but a hint of sweetness.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the venom from his fingertips quickly volatilized into silver vapor into his temples.

"Remember my look, be careful of the eyes behind!"

He turned around abruptly, behind him was the endless grassland.

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