My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What are they holding?"

Tom's eyes showed great disgust for the iron chains stained with blood, even if humble as dust, he shouldn't be treated like this.

As for Nelson, who was usually indifferent, an angry flame burst into his eyes at this moment. A small silver ball was unscrewed in a small crack at his fingertips, and manic black air burst out from the cracks and poured into Nelson's eyes.

"That's a man, Tom." Nelson raised his right hand, and the dark wand with knots appeared in his hand. "It turns out that there are such wizards everywhere in the world."

Nelson gritted his teeth. The current situation is different from that of Chamberlain Karkaroff in Knockdown Alley, the two black wizards who cross the river and fight the local trash fish, and the one-to-many two-to-many in the Scottish Highland Village. The Auror of the Magic Congress of the United States has trained Su, and the magic that I am good at assault is only fierce fire. Although it is different from the kind of scorpion who can’t control the fierce fire, once the fire rages, it will burn indiscriminately within the area. Don’t burn it here. Cheng Baidi will not give up.

And Alexander's power, which can also be borrowed, is even more powerful.

But besides the members of the Second Salem, the researchers of the Magic Congress and the Auror, there are many Muggles and little wizards who were not involved in the small town in front of them. The magical pollution escaping from the device, but only innocent people.

Even if they reduce their power to attack indiscriminately, they will be the first to fall.

In this way, one can only use Pippi’s power to increase his magic power. This is the first time Nelson has faced his shortcomings. In fact, he has seen signs of it as early as when he was fighting against McGonagall’s mother, but at this time it was already critical. , Haierbo's magical power has been picked up by this group of researchers, and he can't immediately grind his guns.

Tom looked at the cracked, darkened little silver ball in Nelson's hand, and his thoughts returned to the afternoon when Slytherin was taken to the secret room.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

...

"Tom, you can imagine that there is another person's voice in your mind. What does it feel like?"

Salazar Slytherin, who walked out of the portrait, stood in front of his statue, with his hands on his back and his back to Tom, and said softly.

"That must be annoying, Professor Slytherin."

"Yes, it's annoying," Slytherin nodded. "This is also the smartest thing about Roy's wise man. For her, blocking the uncontrolled magic power of the little wizard in the castle is the easiest way. ."

"But won't this kind of magic power accumulate more?" Tom wondered, "It's like discharging sewage into a pond, even your castle, I'm afraid it won't be able to bear the weight of the accumulation of time, Pippi ghost? Wasn't it born like this?"

"Yeah, but that's for posterity. Roy's greatest wisdom is not being clever, but understanding that she is not the only smart person," Slytherin sighed and shook his head. "But Royna didn't expect In the hundreds of years after her death, it was only a stubborn castle elf who had completed this work for him. What he did not expect was that after the castle elf was contaminated by evil, someone used such an extreme The way to solve this problem!"

"Gnar, the magic he has accumulated Pippi..."

"It's mainly emotions, Tom, if you want to be a truly powerful wizard, you must understand this truth. Emotions are ten thousand times more important than magic. Your current principal is an individual talent, but he is still wandering in front of the door," Slytherin Turning around, looking at Tom with piercing eyes, "He seems to want to figure out what'love' is, but that is something that even the great Salazar Slytherin can't figure out."

"I don't care about this, Professor Slytherin," Tom asked Lang Sheng, putting the "really powerful wizard" aside, "what will happen to Gnar?"

"He? As the name suggests, he will be very powerful, so much magic power." Slytherin shrugged, seemingly dissatisfied with Tom not eating this set.

"You just said that emotions are ten thousand times more important than magic. It is annoying to have another person’s voice in your mind. What about thousands of voices? You said that Professor Ravenclaw’s magic is only Absorb the malicious magic." Tom squinted, "What will happen to Gnar? Is there any way to save him?"

"He doesn't need someone else to save him, he's saving people like this...wait."

Seeing what Tom wanted to say, Slytherin raised his hand, interrupted Tom, and made a listening gesture. Tom stood there and maintained this action for a long time.

A few minutes later, a surprised expression appeared on Slytherin's face: "What is the principle?"

"What's wrong? Professor."

"That friend of yours has sealed the magic power he snatched from Pippi in a little gadget." Slytherin stroked his beard and said in confusion, "He is innocent in every way, how can he be in the soul? There is such an accomplishment...Yes, the guy who can wander around in the illusion must have something, but since he can extract these magic powers, why not just throw it there? Oh, I get it , This is also a guy who is unwilling to be lonely."

"What will happen?" Tom forgot the honorific and asked urgently.

"You should know that he is mediocre in every respect."

"Gnar is very strong." Tom retorted.

"I know, but you should also know what I'm talking about," Slytherin explained. "What do you think of him? He was given up thousands of years ago, and only Godric knows how to handle it. Combat; Transfiguration, all kinds of transformations, this is enough for him to defeat most enemies, but it can't make his spell more powerful. I have watched your competition in the Triwizard Tournament, you It may not be discovered that he is like the little girl from France. Almost all the spells are based on very skillful transformations. For example, a series of explosions. Many people can do it with a lot of magic, but he It's very special. He deformed the air in the explosion. The principle is very complicated, but I think you should understand..."

Slytherin paused, glanced at Tom thoughtfully, and continued:

"...I digressed a bit, but I was really surprised by the'surgery' of his soul. With these freely available magic powers, he can raise his curse anytime he wants. To an unimaginable intensity, such as defeating your death curse with a disarming curse."

"Professor Slytherin, I won't be a death curse." Tom regained his senses and began to behave. "But after all, it is...what you said, contains emotional magic."

"It's okay to use it occasionally. Don't be so rigid in your mind," Slytherin shrugged. "But I personally still think he should use these things for the gadgets he is good at. After all, he will inevitably give Personality has a bad influence, and even affects the soul. After he came into contact with Pippi, the patron saint's condition has obviously worsened. Damn, he is obviously from my college. Why is the patron saint an eagle?"

"That's Falcon, Professor."

Tom nodded, and Slytherin's first day of counseling was like chewing wax, but this conversation was remembered by him.

...

"Let's go, Tom!"

"and many more."

Nelson turned his head when he heard the sound, and Tom's outstretched hand grasped the small silver ball of fingers and fingertips.

"Damn, I always think you lied to me, what you see in the prophecy is not a self-righteous Gnar who plays himself to death!"

The manic magic power spread to Tom’s hands instantly, and the black energy that penetrated into the soul was as difficult to shake off as if it was contaminated with fierce fire. His right hand was quickly covered by the black magic power, feeling the sorrow and sorrow of the soul and the sharp sharp appearing in his ears. Howl, Tom clenched his fists, raised his wand, his forehead burst into blue veins, and the unconstrained magic power was forced back into the fragmented ball by him who didn't understand the principle.

"Do you have to risk yourself in the face of miscellaneous fish?"

Tom laughed, his forehead dripped with big beads of sweat, and he gasped for breath. Tom quickly recovered his calmness. When he released his hand holding the ball, a slender and delicate emerald chain emerged from the tip of the stick. , Wrapped the ball tightly, his brows burst out with unparalleled confidence.

"I said, this is my battle for chocolate frog pictures!"

"Tom..."

"Help me tie up the downed enemy!"

Tom leaned forward and appeared in front of the pair of researchers closest to them in the next second, in front of the two Aurors guarding next to him, and penetrated the bodies of the two with the same spell.

All this happened in a flash. He turned around and gave Nelson a thumbs up, as if to say "Watch me perform".

And the half-pulling phantom spell behind Tom, who turned around, played an unexpected magical effect at this moment. No one saw him, only a blond wizard with a mask standing motionless in the hut at the entrance.

"There are enemies!"

The nearest Auror yelled, raised his wand, and launched a red firework into the sky.

"You guy."

Nelson shook his head, gave a wry smile, threw the ball with his fingertips locked back into his pocket, raised the old magic wand, and pointed it at the sky above his head.

Several mayflies flew out of his pocket, scattered around to several key nodes of the barrier. After a while, a dense crackling sound came from overhead, and the invisible iron curtain shone with a light path like a brick wall. , Under the attack of the mayfly, the luminous bricks at the key nodes fell from the air, and were smashed by Nelson's curse, becoming light particles that dissipated in the wind.

And the dome that lost the transmission of magical power also flickered like a short circuit, and quickly became dull. Pieces of walls depicting the magical text broke away from the dome, dissipated in mid-air, and reflected in the background of red warning fireworks, like an aurora. Generally gorgeous.

Not far away, many people in Salem Town and Boston City saw this spectacle. The golden light and rain shone like a rainbow under the clouds, and an eye-catching firework exploded in the sky.

But no one can imagine that under this beautiful spectacle is hidden a scene that can be called hell-innocent or guilty mortals are led like dogs by a high wizard, and they inject into the body of innocent people from another The magic of the world is only to master the illusory power, and the owner of this power is indeed a notorious dark wizard. The Auror who protects safety guards this place, but two people called "black wizards" destroy it. The only hope of sin.

"finally……"

In Boston, in the shadowy alleys where the shadows and cockroaches breed, a disabled old man was pushed out of the shop by a wheelchair. The old vampire was bathed in the sun, but the discomfort of the sun was nothing compared to the suffering he had suffered. What, he looked in the direction of the fireworks, showing a relieved expression.

"Mr. Troka, I said they can," a greasy middle-aged man in a Chinese suit pushed his wheelchair with a smile, placed him in the best view of the alleyway, wearing a top hat. Said politely, "Thank you for giving me the gift."

"What? Daguerre? Are you going to die?" Old Troca's eyes were focused on the fireworks.

"The sin is coming to an end, Mr. Troca," the owner of the alchemy shop can be seen everywhere, stroking the scar on his face, "The Second Salem has long gone against the original intention. As a businessman, I know both gains and losses. This truth."

"I'm not interested in your **** things." Old Troca looked at the fireworks in the distance with enjoyment, but Daguerre by his side had long since disappeared.

In the second Salem resident, Tom is playing well. After Nelson helped him destroy all the protections here, he was invincible like a poisonous snake mingled with rats. Although the Auror is an elite wizard, they They are not faced with enemies that can be easily solved in normal days, but they have never seen an enemy so fast. Unlike Nelson’s flexible posture, Tom seems to be very clear about "people" and he knows where it hurts to beat them. , No one will fall when hitting, no spell is superfluous, and no spell is invalid. The light from the tip of the staff flickers in front of the researchers like a life-killing ghost~www.readwn. com~ Then they fell to the ground.

He is like a precise scalpel, cutting into the enemy's heart sharply, distracting their souls. Before the first fireworks were even completely extinguished, the second Salem station was no longer in sight. There is a researcher who is still standing.

"After squeezing the soft persimmon, it's time to chew the hard bones."

Tom appeared in front of Nelson, turned around, and faced the wizards who had gathered on the main road and raised their wands to point at Nelson.

"Leave it to you, Tom, I'll move those contaminated people," Nelson said to Tom's back. "I need you to cover me for a while. Helbo's magic is always a little troublesome."

Then, he raised his wand high and chopped it down, and a pillar of thunder fell into the Auror, instantly dispersing their tight formation.

"No problem," Tom twisted his neck, "but I always feel that these hard bones are not much softer than persimmons-do you think they deserve to make me a member of the chocolate frog painting wizard?"

"Not sure, but I think they will at least make you a member of the high bounty black wizard."