My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The Scottish Highlands are known for their vastness, but Nelson, who is between the vast world and the earth, felt a sense of extreme repression. Isabel's Salem-like shape and dying words always echoed in his mind, tearing his five senses. , In a daze, he saw an eye staring at him on the grassland.

Raising his hands, various spells shot toward that eye like a gust of thunder. At the same time, countless mayflies appeared behind them, their red one-eyed lights up, and an airtight laser net was swayed toward the eye mask. go.

McGonagall was taken aback by his side and held Nelson’s arm, but this small movement gave the nervous Nelson greater excitement. It was another round of indiscriminate bombing, as if he was going to take this The grassland was raging.

"What's the matter with you?" McGonagall, immersed in grief, put his emotions aside and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Nelson rubbed his eyes and looked into the distance after the gunpowder dissipated. There was an ugly scar on the grassland that was originally filled with purple. The muddy lake was boiling on the damaged land. Nelson raised his head and the sun was shining. Landed on the lake.

"Oh, it's the sun..."

Nelson closed his eyes, he saw the lake water and the reflected sun as one eye, smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his wand again toward the damaged ground.

"What's the matter with you?" McGonagall asked again.

"It's nothing, I have been allergic to the lake recently." A green light gushed from the tip of the stick, shattered into tiny spots in the air, flying towards the lake like a group of little fairies flapping their wings.

"I hope you won't fill up the Black Lake when you go back," McGonagall didn't believe it, but she didn't say much, just looked at the green curse and asked, "What is that?"

"The curse taught to me by a dark wizard who taught me to call God is very suitable for promoting plant growth," Nelson shook his head. "But I only know these. Some wizards who are proficient in magic plants can even make the forest do it for themselves. war."

"How can a dark wizard call for a guard?"

"Yeah, how can the dark wizard call for the guardian?" Nelson repeated McGonagall's question, but there was a sigh in his tone. He turned around and gave the final wizarding ceremony to the empty village covered with green venom. "Let's go, it's all over."

He walked non-stop towards the sun, trying to escape this depressed place quickly, but McGonagall did not follow up. He turned his head and looked around, and saw McGonagall facing him with his hands covering his face. , Trying to control the trembling shoulders.

A sob is very obvious on the grassland, this kind of back cannot be carried away by the wind on the wilderness.

No matter how strong McGonagall is in front of people, no matter how convinced of justice, no matter what her mother did wrong, no matter how harsh she judged her mother, but now she is after all a girl without a mother.

"This is her own choice." Nelson stepped forward and persuaded her conscience. "She did do some wrong things and caused some serious irreparable consequences, but I think at the last moment of her life, she must It's a confession."

"She never"

"I... um... I know." As Nelson approaches, McGonagall can no longer maintain her strength, her voice is intermittent, and the words are full of sadness overflowing with words, "but I still dare not Believe that the green thing is... it's mine, oooooo... it's my mother."

"She's not," Nelson only felt that his vocabulary was so lacking that he couldn't even think of a decent word of comfort. He stretched out his hand, trying to pat McGonagall on the shoulder, but he finally retracted his hand. , Stood aside at a loss, "Your mother is Isabel McGonagall, she just...just--"

"She is my mother! The mother who taught me to be as honest as my father since I was a child, the mother who taught me to ride a broomstick, the mother who used to shine, but she..." McGonagall choked, "She is also an evil Dark wizard, you don’t have to persuade me. Before coming, I went to the Highland Hero Village. I know better than you what she did. Everything she did is exhausted. I really don’t know... I don’t know how to face it in the future. For my family, I really don’t know..."

Nelson couldn't say anything. He didn't dare to share Isabel's memories with McGonagall. He was afraid that these memories would give her even greater excitement.

"Sorry, if it weren't for me, your happiness should continue."

At this moment, the word happiness became extremely ironic, and McGonagall couldn't help it anymore, and began to cry.

"Feel sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I am more willing to let my mother accept the trial of Newmontgard than the happiness in the dark."

"let's go."

Nelson held on to McGonagall's shoulder and wanted to take her away from this sad place.

"Yeah." McGonagall nodded, "Just let... everything disappear, I have to tell... tell Dad."

Thinking that he might also have to take over his mother's sins, and began to deceive his upright and kind father, McGonagall couldn't help but feel sad and wept more.

"Furious."

Nelson helped McGonagall away from the village, where the blue flames gushing from the tip of his staff were left behind.

The faint blue fire only added a bit of coolness to the cold village.

After the two left, Fierce Fire greedily swallowed everything in the village. It quickly spread to every building. The building that was lit immediately spawned new flames, and these scorching monsters entangled like a vine. Together, bursting out more and more bursting energy, they

Ten seconds later, the church in the middle of the village burned like a torch. The tongues of flames entangled each other and roared towards the cloudy sky. The rising heat pierced the dense clouds above the head. This evil spell drove the sunlight from high to the top. The sky was pulled down.

In the middle of the flame, the poisonous swamp left by Isabel was quickly evaporated to the size of a palm.

A white-haired man wearing a black coat appeared in the flames. This violent and hot energy looked extremely meek when facing him. Inside the huge flame monster, the tongue of fire broke away from the group, like a superstitious primitive man. Creeping around the man.

Grindelwald.

He was able to apparate accurately and accurately to the center of the village. It seemed that he had been here. He walked to the poisonous marsh, sorted out his clothes, knelt on one knee, and reached out his unprotected hand into the poisonous marsh under his feet. Among.

"Zi..."

The sound of the venom corroding the skin is extremely harsh even in the center of the bursting flames. Although large drops of sweat have dripped from the forehead and the muscles of the whole body are tight due to pain, Grindelwald still maintains the most solemn expression. He bit Gritting his teeth and digging his hand to the bottom, the poisonous swamp passed half of his forearm, his cuffs turned into a wisp of black smoke in an instant, and he was drawn into the flames and disappeared.

"It's a bit early, but you are more determined and better than I thought." Grindelwald seemed to have touched something in the poisonous swamp, held it in his hands after resisting the pain, and said intoxicatedly, "Yes. The taste of love and the magic of emotions are really moving, Miss Rose, I heard your love."

He drew his hand from the poisonous swamp, it had been eroded to black, revealing rotten flesh, but Grindelwald didn't pay attention to his injuries, just stared at the things in his hands fascinated.

It was a green, crystal-clear eye that resembled a stone.

It is so similar to the black stone left by Salem and the blue eyes of Bogin Bok who was given to Tom to keep it. If they were some kind of handicraft, they were made by the same craftsman.

"The third eye." Grindelwald straightened up, letting the fierce flames on the last residue of Isabel, solemnly pay attention, "What has three eyes? Or more?"

Li Huo also burned the last stone in the village at this moment. Just as Grindelwald was preparing to extinguish the flames, the misty clouds rushed over his head, and the misty drizzle fell, Li Huo was extinguished like an ordinary fire. NS.

"Dripping water doesn't leak." Grindelwald chuckled and disappeared in place.

...

"These victims...what are you going to do?" Looking at the Muggle with a numb expression in front of him and the four wizards kneeling in the forefront, Nelson made a dilemma, "Minerva."

"Let me come," McGonagall's mood eased a lot. Although there are still tears in the corner of her eyes, she has once again become a meticulous Professor McGonagall, "I will contact the Ministry of Magic."

"Then I—"

"Let me stay alone." McGonagall shook his head. "Go and accept your honor."

Nelson nodded. He understood that McGonagall didn't need his own company at this moment, and comfort would make her more vulnerable, so he left a mayfly under his feet and disappeared.

But he did not go directly to London, instead he appeared over a town that he passed during the flight.

On the way to free fall, Nelson found the shop he was looking for.

"Sir, how much does this suit cost?"

Nelson walked out of the fitting room of the clothing store and showed the owner of the suit that had not been untied. At this moment, he had changed his face, with black hair and black beard, his face looking down on people, even his height. The figure has also changed, and the thin body can fit perfectly into this brown striped suit.

The old tailor rubbed his eyes, he was really confused and forgot the guests he was receiving.

He hurriedly put down the needle and thread in his hand, ran to Nelson with his waist, and carefully looked at the suit on his body.

"Thirty-five pounds, this is the best suit in our shop. By the way, sir, is your shirt in our shop too?" He squinted at Nelson's shirt, then looked down at Nelson's feet. Leather shoes, I always feel that they are a bit familiar, "I have to say, you wear them really well."

"That's not it, I just follow the version of this suit." Nelson very much agrees with his argument about "fitting", after all, this is the fact, "shirts and shoes are in your store, you just recommended to me. , Forgot so soon? How much do they cost in total."

"You are really humorous, but it is indeed a lucky thing for the tailor to be able to find the right garment by the customer," the old tailor replied as he joked, "A total of forty-two pounds, sir, let me Cut the cable on your body first, and then I'll match you with a suitable tie later."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded, dropped a few banknotes, and lifted the paper bag in his hand. "Do you know where the attached police station is? I have something."

"Okay," the old tailor was busy with his scissors, "you walk two intersections in the direction of the pawnshop, right across the green post office."

"thanks."

Nelson twisted his tie and walked out of the clothing store. The old tailor was a little confused again. Is the speed of his own stitching so fast now?

...

"Name, the reason for the visit."

Sitting behind the consultation table in the police hall was a fat man with glasses like beer bottles. He heard someone coming in at the door, and he asked without looking up.

"Igor Karkaroff," Nelson said with a goat-like face, "I want to find my relatives, but she seems to be no longer in the house. I heard that she is missing. May I have a look Is her file? If you can find it."

"German?" The fat man raised his head and glanced at Nelson who had come to the table in disgust, and said grimly, "What kind of relatives can you have in England."

"You laughed, I live in London as a kid," Nelson put his hand into his pocket and said with a smile, "I really miss her, can she be accommodating."

"What are you doing?!"

Seeing Nelson's hand in his arms, the fat man stood up nervously and knocked the seat under his buttocks to the ground.

"I understand, I understand, you are here to turn in your weapons," Nelson stretched out his arms from his arms with a grin, and there was a thick pile of pounds in front of the fat man, "Look, I'm so cooperative. Now, be accommodating and accommodating."

The fat man’s eyes, which were already squeezed by the fat, were even smaller, even like mung beans. He glanced behind him in a panic and saw that the door leading to the police station was closed. The heart was put back, and then burst out at a speed that was completely inconsistent with the figure, and took the pound in Nelson's hand and quickly stuffed it into his pants.

Nelson raised his eyebrows. Money can really make people happy, but there is no need to tuck it into the crotch.

"This kind of dangerous goods should be better preserved." The fat man's tone eased a little, with a smile on his face, and explained in a friendly tone, "Of course, for the people who cherish their families, we have ten thousand reasons to satisfy them. Request, isn't it?"

"I couldn't agree more."

"Ahem, originally the archives room was not open to outsiders, but because today I am the only person on duty in the police station, even if the location of the missing persons files you are looking for is not confidential, it is illegal for you to see it," the fat man rubbed. He rubbed his hands and said, "But in order to serve the citizens of the British Empire, I am willing to make an exception."

"I understand," Nelson nodded slowly. "The police officer does good things without leaving a name. I won't preach it everywhere~www.readwn.com~Yes, yes, you understand." The fat man closed the door of the police station. , Took Nelson into it.

"Can this door be closed?"

"They don't matter." The fat man replied casually. "The file room where the missing case was placed is upstairs."

After half an hour, Nelson finally found the dossier he wanted.

"Kohler Jones...well, it should be her. The time of death was from the end of September to the beginning of October four years ago?" The time of the first Isabel victim's crime was quite different from Nelson's imagination. He thought that Isabel had started attacking people who offended him a long time ago, but now it seems that she did not commit crimes intermittently for more than ten years, but started her revenge with high frequency four years ago, "Why four years ago?"

Nelson was in confusion. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in his mind, linking two things that shouldn't be related, which made Isabel's alarm even more confusing.

That was the time when he disembarked from the Icarus, entered the blurry illusion for the first time in Numontgard, and met Grindelwald under the inverted black tower.