My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

In the sky, the array of mayflies burst out with strong electric light. Although this magical power is almost insignificant to the power accumulated in the rain cloud, it is enough to wake up the thunder that is already ready to move.

Under Nelson’s defensive attack, a stout thunder smashed the ground from the air. The unprepared Aurors closed their eyes involuntarily. If it were a waiting wizard, I am afraid that a lot of people have been reduced under this offensive, but Aurors We still flexibly avoided or withstood the thunder's harassment.

But this was Nelson’s purpose. Under the dexterous positioning of the Aurors, their rigorous formation was broken up by themselves. Just as they were complacent about the defeat of Nelson’s offensive, the unsourced fog quieted. Rise from their side.

At first, these lost fogs were hidden in the sand and dust excited by thunder and lightning. They were not very eye-catching. The proud Aurors did not notice the dust under their feet. Their attention was all attracted by Tom who was hiding in the dark. Nelson was just a fancy dark wizard to them at the moment.

But when a red light from the shadow of the house penetrated the abdomen of an Auror in the corner and hit the chest of a teammate next to him, tension began to spread among the crowd.

The resident is quiet and terrible, and any sound of wind and grass can be heard clearly by the people present.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the crowd.

"They are gone! Paul and Oliver! They are gone!"

The two Aurors who were fortunate enough to have their own names were the two who were fallen by Tom. They fell on the edge of the crowd. In order to prevent the enemy from beating around the dead, the Aurors did not act rashly, but at this moment, they were lying on the ground. The teammates suddenly disappeared. Only the white mist that could drown his knees remained in place. The wizard who issued the warning shouted again: "Damn it! What is this!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by his voice, and the wizard was quickly enveloped by the white mist rising from under his feet, like a prey wrapped in a spider, struggling helplessly, and his roar was quickly absorbed. Full of anger became vague, and gradually fell silent, as if something in the weird mist had swallowed him alive.

The wizards closer to him took a step back in unison. They forgot each other, only to find that the surrounding area was plunged into white. The mist of surprise attack was like an experienced eight-eyed giant spider. Before the prey was not aware of it, the venom had already been injected. Lost their bodies.

From a distance, the Auror team at this time is like a spider's delivery room, with waves of undulating mist surging, dividing the people close to the world separated by yin and yang. The American Aurors do not have this aspect. Experience, faced with the fog that the magic power cannot pass through and may never come back when they encounter it, they quickly panicked. This gave Tom an excellent opportunity. He was like an experienced hunter, relying on An almost perfect trap, surrounded the most brutal herd in the forest with an extremely precise shotgun.

Enemies fell one by one, and Tom, who was occasionally seductive, learned more and more about the truth of the matter—not much different from what Nelson said. Second Salem, the Muggle-in-power organization established and in power, has not been there since the beginning. May contend with the great wizards, especially after the elder Daguerre of Second Salem was expelled by the hidden wizards with some small means, this organization with its mission to expose the existence of wizards soon became the Magic Congress of the United States. The best chess piece to use when doing some inconvenient things—whether it is the power of the Muggle world using the venom of the Curly Winged Demon to make potions, or the use of them to steal little wizards around the world to conduct brutal experiments, the United States After the Magic Congress has tasted the sweetness again and again, it has become more and more wild. This group of criminals, speculators, and descendants of the blind stream who have invaded the homes of the American wizards exposed the unscrupulous means in their bones, so that crazy, stupid, pitiful and yet The hateful woman—the woman who took Salem as her name, emptied her family, and angrily swung her butcher knife at Hogwarts, who was unable to beat her.

But unlike Nelson's fluke idea, Tom knew that the Auror sent here was the part of the American Magical Congress who knew the inside story, and there was no such thing as being used or kept in the dark.

The hostility in Tom's heart was slowly hooked out. He was no longer limited to stun opponents with less lethal magic, and he no longer deliberately avoided the vital points of his opponents. As long as they did not lose their lives, what pain would they suffer? Isn't it karma? Suddenly, the satisfaction brought by the power of the gods to sanction evil filled Tom's heart, and his shots became fierce. The Aurors who were caught off guard did not show their strength at all, so they were as sharp as a death sickle. Falling down one after another under the spell, Tom became more and more cheerful, but the pain accumulated in those losers became more and more.

At the same time, Nelson, who had completely covered the resident with mist, saw a strange sight that he had never seen before and did not want to see-a man who was locked by a chain and his life was coming to an end, he held his neck at the last second of his life. He turned one hundred and eighty degrees and looked at him with his back facing him. His pure black eyes were full of hatred for the wizard. Even though Nelson was not the instigator, the remnants of despair still loomed over Nelson's body. .

Nelson didn't know what the man was thinking at the last moment of his life, and he couldn't empathize with a stranger across the ocean, but he was familiar with the monster that was born of pure despair.

The man's body fell heavily, and the twisted neck turned back with a "swish" sound. He lay flat on the ground with his mouth open like a snake. Then, his body quickly became gray and shrivelled. A pale, slimy and **** hand stretched out from his mouth. The hand was bigger than his head, followed by a skeleton-like dry arm and wet black rags. Not long after. , A humanoid monster nearly three meters high and covered in a hood floats in mid-air. The corpse underneath is turned into a nutritious ashes and falls into the soil-a dementor.

Nelson whispered secretly, raised his wand, and the silver chain accompanied by the whistle shot out from the tip of the stick, binding the newborn dementor firmly, his arm was slightly hardened, and the dementor was dragged in front of him.

It looked at the seductive soul in front of it, raised its hands, and held its hood.

"Don't kiss me, it's disgusting."

Nelson frowned, and the delicate silver lighter flashed in his hand. The faint blue flame instantly swallowed the dementor's robe and burned it into a torch over five meters in less than half a second. .

It is too late to study this newborn dementor. The magical powers in the controlled Muggles that do not belong to them are being violently distorted, greedily devouring their lives. Seeing this scene, Nelson closed his eyes and his fingertips appeared. A ring inlaid with a resurrection stone plunged into the blurred environment.

He didn't have time to rest, and ignored the scene of observing the appearance of the surrounding factories. He threw his legs and ran towards the Muggle souls on the pure white ground. On the way, his coat began to shine with silver, as if running in the illusion. , The figure became looming.

In order to divide the battlefield, some of the Aurors were dragged into a blurred environment by him, but they did not find Nelson at all, and they were still puzzled by the environment they were in.

Nelson appeared next to a girl wearing earth-colored rags. It was obvious that it might have been a bright red dress before. Her soul was full of scars, and her legs were bent at a strange angle. It was difficult. Thinking of what the animals did to her body, her hollow eyes were covered with black bloodshot eyes. These bloodshot eyes spread from the eye sockets to the pupils, and she was about to twist her soul into the shape of a dementor.

Nelson half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out the hand wearing the ring, stroking the top of her head, a wisp of translucent steam from her forehead into Nelson's palm, the cost of reading the memory is not high, but the memory of seeing it is not His face stinks instantly, and the black bloodshot fills faster and faster, and the girl’s left eye has almost completely turned into pitch black. The dementor’s manic consciousness has become more active, and even greed and mocking emotions appear in her eyes. Nelson's forehead blue veins violently, staring at the girl's eyes, angrily said: "Get out!"

His palms were completely covered by silver, and the patron saint's powerful aura burst out. The proud silver falcon spread illusory but real wings behind him. His left hand was in the shape of a falcon's claw. The girl’s left eye came out of her eye socket.

"Sorry, Adele," Nelson said softly, "but please believe that someone else loves you."

His left hand slammed hard, the dark eyeball was instantly squeezed, and the screaming and wailing sound that only the soul could hear burst out of his hand, and the tyrannical black air splashed everywhere, and Nelson did not understand the language of the dementor. , But presumably it must be cursing herself. The pain caused the girl's remaining right eye to restore a trace of clarity. She raised her head blankly and saw a face under the mask. Although she could not see clearly, she instinctively Reached out, trying to touch Nelson's mask.

But this simple action was also extremely difficult for her. Her raised shoulders touched countless hideous scars on her body, which made her soul weak in an instant, and the black bloodshot in her right eye began to tenaciously. Re-growth, Nelson took her hand and put it on his mask.

"Don't worry, your parents are doing well, and I will take you home when I waited for what I was supposed to do last night."

Then, Nelson appeared in the original cabin, covered the girl's body with the glow of the patron saint, and said that she was placed gently on the ground.

But he didn't care much about the girl, instead he appeared in the crowd again, and there were too many people who needed him to save.

Feeling that Tom had been killed by the outside world, Nelson frowned, but he had no idea to stop it. On the contrary, if Tom and him were swapped, he might have gone too far.

After confirming that Tom had mastered the situation, Nelson turned the ring, and the Aurors in the blurred environment were thrown out again. After seeing the familiar environment, they thought that their companions had gained the advantage, but never thought that they would fall into the real world. Of hell.

Nelson kept holding up an old woman who only vented without air intake, and put his hand on her forehead.

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After a long thunderstorm, the clouds over Boston dissipated, and the long-lost sunlight again shone on the ground. Tom leaned against the wall and sat on the mud without thinking about his image. The mask was thrown aside, his chest violently Ups and downs, he was very tired. There were some good players in the Auror. After their companions fell one by one, they figured out some of Tom's ways and began to cause him some unprecedented troubles. Tom could only use his power to change. The big spell and the greater consumption of magic power made him no longer able to do one-on-one killing. In short, in this two-to-many battle, Tom was far more embarrassed than he thought, but he has gone through more difficulties and obstacles. He finally won.

A group of wizards, a group of wizards wearing Auror-style costumes, a group of wizards suspended upside down in the sky, a group of unconscious wizards, a group of scum, a group of self-righteous scum, these are the results of Tom alone.

But he didn't have the consciousness of enjoying the fruits of victory at all. He just silently looked at the small house at the entrance and counted the number of people who appeared inside.

Nelson has not yet returned.

Tom clenched his fists and wiped his wand with the corner of his shirt.

"forty five."

Tom counted silently. He knew that there should be fifty people there—only a dozen Aurors and three fully organized Auror teams could control so many Muggles and little wizards. He cursed a swear word. , Spit out a foul breath.

Suddenly, the white mist in front of him condensed into the shape of a person, and Tom immediately stood up against the wall, patted his butt, used magic to arrange his clothes with lightning speed, and stood straight in front of the man in the mist.

The figure in the fog became clearer, and Tom raised his hand in front of his mouth and gave a light cough.

"Gnar."

Nelson staggered out of the fog. Although there was no war damage on his body, his face was extremely pale-Tom had never seen Nelson, who was known as the physical king of Newmontgard, be so weak.

Tom just wanted to say something, but saw Nelson's feet soft, leaning forward, and lunging at him.

Ignoring his fatigue, Tom hurriedly helped Nelson, "Nell, what's the matter with you?"

"Tom, there are five people left in the fog forever." Nelson shook his head sadly, "put on the mask and help me stand."

Tom supported Nelson and stood in the center of the second Salem resident. A giant hand made of steel stretched out from the fog and trapped the two in the palm of his hand.

"Alexander, go back."

The steel buzzed and slowly dissipated.

In the next second, more Aurors than before appeared swiftly around. As soon as they appeared on the stage, they pointed their wands at Nelson and Tom.

But Tom was so calm at the moment, he even wanted to scold them.

A witch walked out of the center of the Auror team, UU reading www.uukanshu.com approached the two, holding the wand vigilantly, looking at their masks and colleagues floating in the sky.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so close, Tina." Nelson said softly.

This Auror was Newt's wife, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she heard Nelson's voice.

"Tom."

Nelson said softly.

He held the wand's hand sharply high, and someone in the Auror team screamed, "Stop them!"

In an instant, countless spells were shot from all directions, but Tom used the last bit of strength to block the first wave of spells, and brought Nelson's entourage to the roof of a side building.

"Ha ha."

Nelson's arms dropped weakly, almost unable to grasp his wand, but everyone present did not dare to move rashly.

In the blue sky, the black Deathly Hallows symbol was hanging high.