My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"continue."

There was a sardonic smile at the corner of Tom's mouth. Even though the two of them had lost the ability to resist at this moment, even though they were surrounded by the Auror, the offensive seemed to be reversed. No one dared to get close, and no one acted rashly. , As if surrounded by them.

Tom raised his head and looked up at the dark mark on the sky. He was so tired that he could hardly move, but he held up the soreness and straightened his waist, pressing Nelson's weight on his shoulders.

Time seemed to stagnate, and the breeze blew across the site exposed to the sun. Although the sun was shining, the Aurors felt like an ice cave. The battle in New York in 1926 came to their minds, and the name was left to them. They were so impressed that they could not move when they saw his mark.

The air became extremely depressed, and was overwhelmed by an illusory mark and a name? How funny!

Several young Aurors are finally ready to move. In the most active years of Grindelwald, they are still young, and young people are always not afraid of authority. Only after constant stumbling and beating, they will have a longer memory. .

So, under the eyes of everyone, a little boy who was dissatisfied with his cowardly colleagues stood up.

"There are so many obstacles!"

A transparent wave blade rushed towards Nelson. Nelson's head tilted slightly, and the soft blond hair swayed slightly. He turned his head to avoid the curse, but it still hit the side of the black mask with a sound. There was a crisp sound of gold and stone colliding, Nelson's body leaned back, and the mask was knocked out of his face, swirling and falling into the crowd.

A face that was not as clean as a dark wizard appeared under the mask. Nelson's head shook and drooped again, the hair on his forehead covering his face.

After seeing this face, the Aurors present had different expressions, and most of them felt incredible. Are these Aurors hanging in the sky the work of this young man? There are more consternations in the crowd, but these consternations come from completely different reasons.

The Aurors walked back quietly, exchanged glances, and raised their wands.

Despite hearing Nelson's voice, Tina still didn't want to believe this scene. After hesitating for a moment, she looked around and squeezed her magic wand.

The young Auror’s shot triggered a series of chain reactions. Several spells followed immediately on Nelson and Tom, but some people in the crowd reacted faster than them. Several guys who took action on their own were all knocked down, and the Aurors were surprised to find that many of the colleagues who had just arrived with them had left the team and locked them from behind.

After knocking down the attacking wizard, they raised their wands to protect the two on the roof.

But their movements are a bit slow, but this has no effect on Nelson and Tom.

Because the saints have arrived.

A middle-aged man with meticulously combed hair suddenly appeared in the middle of the Auror’s encirclement. At the moment he appeared, he had already observed the surrounding situation, suddenly raised his wand, and a solid barrier appeared in front of Nelson. After blocking the incoming spell, the barrier quickly disappeared.

"Master Wiltening."

He turned to face Nelson on the roof, nodded slightly, then raised his wand, a black beam of light rushed into the sky, and merged into the mark of the Deathly Hallows that Nelson had summoned.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late," Nelson said hoarsely. "Thank you, Abernethy."

The appearance of this person caused a commotion in the Auror team. He was once a member of the American Auror team and even Tina’s immediate boss. Aberneti was a powerful spellcaster. During the time he had been for the Auror, he was also considered a very successful battle, but after Grindelwald escaped from prison, he quickly fell into the arms of Newmontgarde.

Nelson once had a fate with Abernetsy in Krakow.

Abernesi nodded and scanned the surroundings. He saw many familiar faces with solemn expressions. He quickly understood the situation at the moment and said to Nelson, "Do you need to evacuate? I will cover you. ."

"No," Nelson shook his head. "We wait for someone."

"Okay." Aberneti's acting style is like his spell, without any muddle. He raised his wand, and the saints who had left the Auror team appeared by his side, and the encirclement was slightly squeezed away. , So that Nelson's breathing was smoother.

"Abernetsy! You still have the face to face us!"

Tina scolded angrily when she saw her former boss.

"Long time no see." Aberneti did not respond to her greetings, but greeted her with a smile. Under his command, several people opened the battlefield and propped up a barrier that could stop a moment.

Tina deeply forgot Nelson's glance. The two eyes collided in the air. She seemed to be asking if what Nelson said to her at the dinner table was a deception, but Nelson did not avoid her eyes as she imagined. Looking at her guiltily, his eyes were so clear that Tina was shaken.

But her identity did not give her too much time to think. Seeing that the barrier led by Aberneti was about to be completed, she also ordered an attack on the besieged people.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. The barrier is crumbling under the indiscriminate bombardment. A few Aurors are struggling to support them, but they are not afraid. As long as they raise their heads, they can see the sacred mark on their heads. They know that reinforcements. It will already come.

"Crack!"

A hideous crack soon appeared on the barrier. There was even a disarming curse that invaded through the crack and shot straight at Nelson in the middle, but he did not evade. A saint quickly appeared in front of him and cast the curse. Block it.

In the next second, the air around Nelson twisted, and an old man with a scarred face appeared beside him.

"Huh? Nelson? Why are you here? You were beaten?"

"Andre, why are you here?" Nelson was also a little confused. Shouldn't he be in Europe?

"I'll do something, tsk tsk, Boston is my sad place," Andre shook his head, observing the surrounding environment, "Aberneti? What did you call him?"

Veteran saints like him don't like to see people like Aberneti.

"I am here in response to the call, Lord André," Aberneti even lifted his head and turned his mouth back in time, "It is my honor to protect Wilten by the stream."

"Hmph, I hope you take it well." With a grinning smile, Andre raised his wand, and a thick black beam shot straight into the sky and merged into the Mark of the Deathly Hallows. It became larger and more conspicuous, "You Think he needs your protection?"

"I need." Nelson said hastily.

Andrei did not participate in the defense led by Aberneti. He raised his wand until the gap where the disarming curse flew. The wand spit out green light bullets like a machine gun and flew into the Auror team. In, set off a series of explosions.

"It's a bit difficult," Andre looked at the dark crowd in front of him, the scar on his face twitching, "Did you step on their tail? Why are there so many people?"

"I'm tracking Helbo's Horcrux, but the Magic Congress of the United States wants to use it to do bad things."

"No wonder."

Andre knew that he knew something about Nelson's deeds. Needless to say, he jumped off the top of the building, stepped out of the barrier, and continued to retreat the Auror who was close to the barrier with his own strength.

Andre attracted a lot of firepower, which made Aberneti and his team who maintained the barrier a lot less pressure. Although they did not deal with each other, they were still able to play a subtle cooperation—especially Andre repeated before and after the barrier. Jumped horizontally, and didn't suffer any harm.

"Increase the firepower! They will have more and more people! We must take them down first!"

A relatively sober leader in the Aurors commanded them. Their spells began to focus on the torn wound of the barrier, which made the barrier more fragile. A few seconds later, it crashed and Nelson was exposed to the Aurors again. Under his wand.

Tom raised his arm and prepared to squeeze his magic power to join the counterattack. He understood why Nelson did not choose to retreat, and he knew that as long as he persisted in this paragraph, they would become the righteous side as the winner, not to mention, there were only two. The personal hardest time has long passed.

But Nelson pressed his hand and shook his head slightly.

"Roar!"

A huge black monster with no specific shape suddenly appeared, swallowing the curse that had been shot at Nelson, and vaguely, Nelson saw a somewhat familiar figure.

Silently!

As soon as he appeared, he showed a crushing power, and it only took a moment to break up the formation of the Aurors, dividing a blank area between the two warring parties.

After doing all this, he disappeared quickly as if he had come abruptly.

The sunny sky suddenly became cold, and the air in the center of the second Salem station appeared to be twisted and deformed, and a group of figures appeared in the encirclement of the Aurors. Luo contended, but soon their team grew.

They are men and women, old and young, some dressed in luxurious long-distance races, some dressed in Muggle costumes, some are alone, some are in groups, they have different skin colors and different accents, but you just need to look at them. Then they knew each other’s identities. After determining the situation in the field, the arriving wizards raised their wands, and more and more black beams merged into the Deathly Hallows in the sky, making it even larger and more powerful. More conspicuous, like a star falling to the earth, enough to attract people's attention hundreds of miles away.

Newmont Gad is announcing its return strongly.

The moment they saw the mark of the sacred instrument, the saints had already rushed to the assembly place, and even had no time to change their costumes. This made these saints from all walks of life look like a miscellaneous army, but their team was in a mess. The Aurors were much neater, they didn't say a word, and they lined up in a neat line to guard Nelson.

Many of these American saints have not even seen Nelson, but they have already made a decision the moment they saw the mark.

More and more saints appeared here, making the relatively small residence of Second Salem suddenly cramped.

As the number of saints increased, the Aurors' wands gradually became dumb.

The Aurors retreated under the pressure of the saints. Under the pressure of their numbers, they quickly became the besieged party. Unlike the prestige and deterrence of Grindelwald before, they really didn't dare to act rashly.

Finally, after the landing site was continuously compressed, a curse was shot from the Auror team to the saints.

This curse was like a fuse bursting with sparks, instantly igniting a dull powder keg.

Countless spells were shot at the enemy from the two camps. There was no intention, no formation, no pre-war mobilization-the battle began, the spell knocked down the enemy, or was knocked down by the enemy, The wizards in the rain of bullets have no choice.

Compared with these saints from all walks of life, the Aurors’ combat power is undoubtedly much stronger, but their numbers are not dominant. What's more, a few minutes ago, their companions had already started from behind and were betrayed. The price is not only attrition, but suspicion. They not only have to face the overwhelming offensive of the saints, but also be wary of their companions who are fighting side by side around them, for fear that they will suddenly turn their wands, and then turn to the sacred mark on their heads. Head to yourself.

The independent Aurors put aside the tactical manual that they had memorized during training, and only relied on their personal ability to mediate on the battlefield.

But this is undoubtedly causing them to abandon their martial arts. In terms of duel alone, there is no lack of hardworking masters among the saints who have a sense of faith. They are weak in cooperation, but compared to the Aurors who have lost trust with each other at this moment, Their cooperation with each other is particularly strong.

What's more, there is a steady stream of wizards appearing on the battlefield, joining the queue of the saints.

But the Auror is the best among the wizards after all. Their fight with the trapped beasts should not be underestimated, and many of the Saints were injured and left the field under their frenzied counterattack.

The battle became more and more fierce, and more and more people were injured and fell. Tina caused a lot of trouble to the saints by herself, but there are people who can resist pressure, and naturally there are people who can’t. A few Aurors had apparated and left, and they had escaped at such a critical juncture.

Perhaps they were calling for rescue, or perhaps it was a sensible choice to evacuate under this number of superiors. But fleeing at the battlefield greatly affected the Aurors’ fighting spirit, and more and more people made it with them. The same choice, only a small group of people headed by Tina remained in place.

I thought they would be discouraged, but the people left behind are the strongest part of the Auror, and they are equally elite.

The situation even fell into a deadlock for a while, until the Deathly Hallows imprint on the top of the head slipped like fine sand, and a black rain fell on this vast area.

In the rain, black yarn filled the sky.