My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

No piece of the sky has experienced such a big change in one day. The black veil hangs down from the sky, like a skirt thrown by a **** in the water. It is as graceful as a petal swinging in the wind, and as terrifying as it is. It is a doomsday. It not only falls from the sky, but also swallows the sky, tearing the sun sprinkled on people's heads to pieces.

The light of the sky shed weakly through the veil, casting a black and white filter for the wizards who are fighting on the ground. The city of Boston is playing a movie that looks like a picture. The content of the story is a wizard who can trick in the first place. The experience of being toyed with by rabbits when entering the city, the voice actors on the side of the screen screamed in exaggeration, and the nobles in the audience were laughing rudely.

In the enclosed darkness, they may be the only people in Boston who have not found this strange sky. At this moment, the roads in the city are too crowded to walk, and the pedestrians have no plans to move. They look at the cold sky in the northeast. With the triangular pattern and the black veil that surrounds it, his eyes are full of fear of the unknown.

The black gauze brushed the mark of the sacred instrument at high altitude. It slowly wrapped the mark, clustering it into a bud-like shape, and breathing gently inflated and swayed, but the Aurors below had to suppress the fear in their hearts and counterattack. At an enemy who is more brave than just now.

Everyone has been painted with a layer of gray, only the various spells are still dazzling. Under the glare of the dazzling spell, Nelson in the center has become the only touch of gold, just like the snitch on the Quidditch court. Generally eye-catching.

This also reminds those Aurors who are about to be unable to hold on. Although they still don’t know what happened, they still understand the principle of capturing the thieves first. The light beams of all colors flew towards Nelson.

At this time, Andre didn't even know where he went.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

The loud sound appeared in the center of the battlefield and radiated to every corner.

Grindelwald appeared in front of Nelson, and the curses stopped suddenly, like a urchin inserting a pencil into a movie projector.

At the moment Grindelwald appeared, all the magic spells that shuttled in mid-air suddenly stopped, not only fireballs, water bombs, and even flying rocks, but even the light beams seemed to be locked in the photo and stuck in the air.

He was smiling and dressed decently, as if he was about to attend someone's wedding. When he flicked his wand, the curse that was near Nelson dissipated as if erased by an eraser.

Seeing Grindelwald’s back, Nelson closed his eyes, and the saints put away their wands and saluted Grindelwald respectfully. They were not worried that the Aurors’ curse would hit them, because for this For wizards of the age, if they want to be on guard, they only need to say "Grindelwald is here", but if Grindelwald does come, they will only be left with fear.

"Nelson," Grindelwald turned around for the first time, looking at Nelson behind him, "Is there any problem that even Mr. Wiltening can't solve?"

"Ahem," said Nelson, using Tom's shoulders to straighten his waist, brushing the broken hair from his forehead to the back of his head, and looking directly at Grindelwald, "I am not qualified to fight against a country's wizards."

"No, you are qualified." Grindelwald said in a soft voice, "Keep in mind that not only do you stand behind them, but they also stand behind you."

Suddenly, he stepped forward, ignoring the wand raised by Tom, grabbed Nelson's left hand, pinched his little finger and brought it to the front, where a green ring with the pattern of ouroboros was shining like a venomous death. Tightening Nelson's knuckles tightly, the flesh was torn by the sharp edges, and the red blood seeped from the gap, but was greedily sucked up by the ring, leaving only the dry blood stains in the corners.

"You are so messy!" Grindelwald reproached, and then he shook his head. "But also, if you call for support in the first place, it won't be you."

Nelson withdrew his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

Grindelwald glanced around the battlefield and noticed the saints who had fallen in the battle. He frowned and looked down at the Aurors who were squeezed into the corner. He asked in a cold voice, "You know you What did you do?"

"Get out of America!" A young Auror who had been fighting to the end finally couldn't bear the pressure and couldn't hold back his emotions. He screamed. His voice became distorted with excitement and fear, and his hand holding the wand trembling.

"Oh? Good courage."

Grindelwald took a step forward. In the eyes of Grindelwald, the Auror could not grasp the wand in his hand and fell straight to the ground, and he himself was frozen in place like a cold statue. , His teeth trembled, unable to say a complete word-and this may be the only place where he can move up and down, his mind is completely filled with Grindelwald's eyes-what kind of eyes are those, deep It was also cold, more terrifying than the black veil that covered the sky and sun, as if to tear his soul out of his eye sockets.

"But being reckless doesn't help you restore the situation."

Grindelwald stepped forward again, and the struggling Aurors knelt down one after another, their knees colliding with the hard pavement, making a **** muffled noise.

"Grindelwald."

Tina gritted her teeth and stood in front of her colleagues, looking at the familiar figure standing in front of Nelson.

"Oh! Hello, Miss Goldstein." Grindelwald waved his hand unhurriedly, but he quickly tapped his head with his fingers and said with a smile, "Sorry, it should be Miss Scamander. , Time flies so fast, you have also found your own happiness."

He waved his hand and gently moved his fingers. Those static spells burned abruptly. The clusters of blue flames seemed to be cut down from the blue sky, and the pure flames swallowed the magic power of the spells. , To strengthen himself, become stronger and more gorgeous, embellished among the wizards watching him, like a painting of gold, gorgeous and exquisite.

"It's a pity, there is no new curse, it's not good enough." Grindelwald shook his head in frustration, as if feeling lost, "Mrs. Scamander, would you like to add some color to this painting?"

"What are you going to do? What do you want? Grindelwald!"

Tina glared at Grindelwald bravely, and was not overwhelmed by his aura. She was a person who had fought with Grindelwald, and naturally dared to face the pressure of the devil again.

"I don't want to do anything, you should ask, what Mr. Wiltening wants to do," the old river and lake Grindelwald only took a look at the situation and he sneered. "Don't you even give a word? Is he? Mr. Wiltening doesn't want to have anything to do with me, forcing him to make a bad decision. What are you afraid of?"

"I……"

Tina was speechless. She was the kind of "Auror who was kept in the dark" that Nelson said to Tom. Her over-righteous character made her have no chance to understand what happened here, but at this juncture, she was The Magic Congress was thrown to clean up the rubbish.

"Look, our symbols have been hanging here for almost a century. Why did the Magic Congress only send you people?" Grindelwald showed a look of pity, "Did they abandon you? What a pity."

"No!"

Tina quickly retorted, but there was no confidence in the words, a raining sound came from behind, and the only Aurors who could still stand also lost their fighting spirit, and their wands slipped from their hands.

"If it's like what I said, it's nothing," Grindelwald said with a smile. "After all, I am not a person who likes to chase hard. What you need to calm down is his anger."

He turned sideways, stretched out his hand, pointed at Nelson behind him, and even took two steps back to give up the stage to today's protagonist.

"Thank you, Tom."

Nelson whispered in Tom's ear, then put down his arm on Tom's shoulder and stood up.

Tom nodded, but took a step to the side, blocking most people, including Grindelwald, facing Nelson.

"Mr. Riddle, relax," Grindelwald smiled and shook his head. "With me, no one will attack him frantically."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Nelson who stood up. He stepped on the eaves, his coat was blown up by the wind, and under the skylight filtered by black gauze, it was like a statue on the top of the church.

Tina stood helplessly on the spot, the fierce flame burning in the air reflected in her eyes. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Nelson for help. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that she didn't look at the wrong person.

"Tina," Nelson said in a low voice, looking at the old acquaintance, "you can look behind you."

His voice was hoarse and low, but everyone in the audience was silent. This was enough to make his voice spread to every corner of the Second Salem Station. Tina followed his gaze and looked behind him. The saints who had been surrounded as one of the retreats were firmly blocked, but at the moment they gave up a wide road, enough for Tina to see the hut at the end.

The ordinary house, the dark doorway was like a huge hungry mouth, it was unbearable to look directly at it, even in the gloomy Second Salem resident, it was the darkest place.

What exactly is there?

The black veil on the top of her head faded away, allowing the sun to spill from the sky and illuminate the building, but it was not enough to dispel the cold there. Tina felt the discomfort instinctively. She understood that it might be Nelson facing the Auror directly. The reason was that she stepped forward and stumbled towards the cabin.

The saints tried to stop her, but Grindelwald shook his head, and they backed away, leaving a wider way for Tina.

But as she got closer, Tina felt as if she was walking on a thin wire like the tip of a knife, her feet cold and her calves as if she was filled with lead.

Gradually, the situation in the room surfaced in her eyes, and a hollow, dead eye suddenly appeared in her sight, shocking Tina to stop. She resisted the instinctive discomfort and continued to walk forward.

"Have you seen a dementor? Tina."

Nelson's voice sounded in everyone's heart behind her, over the second Salem station.

"That is a kind of monster condensed from all the negative emotions in the world. They grow in the most stinking and most pickled corners. They are monsters spawned by the pain caused by the human position. They feed on the human soul. They The paradise is in the graveyard of mankind."

"If you want to breed a dementor, you need to catch a person who is innocent or has a happy life, put him in the place where the vile Helbo soul is leaked, and let the magic of the black magic that has been conceived for thousands of years destroy his body. Replace the blood in his veins with cold toxins, and let the curse of despair eat into his nerves..."

"say no more……"

Tina had already walked to the front of the hut and saw the dead bodies full of lifeless people in the room.

"Knock off his bones inch by inch, and let the poisonous insects get into his flesh and blood," Nelson was still babbling to himself, "More importantly, destroying his soul, everything he really loves. , His beliefs, his dreams, his chastity, using all conceivable capital punishment to unite him with Helbo's magic... Sorry, Tina, I am just targeting you, I understand that you don't know about it. But this is what the Magic Congress of the United States is doing. They raise the Second Salem like a dog, the Muggle organization that you fought against while you were on vacation in the UK, and piled their sins on them. Whitewashing peace, Tina, you were deceived by them. We are friends. Senior Newt is an important person in my life. I don't want to see you being kept in the dark by such a group of people."

"Snapped!"

The sound of dry branches breaking is heard from inside the house. A dirty little girl with twisted arms is grabbing the sharp gravel on the ground and crawling towards the sun with scarred hands. This scene is more convincing than any language. .

Tina covered her mouth with her hand and was speechless. She turned around, staring at Nelson firmly, with suppressed anger in her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you."

Immediately afterwards, she raised her wand, the air twisted and disappeared in place.

Several saints left the group, one of them ran towards the little girl lying in the sun, and the others seemed to chase.

"There is no need to chase them." Grindelwald stopped them. "We waited for the people of the Magic Congress to come. We never thought that our wanted criminals would still stand on the moral high ground, asking those who wanted us for crimes. Day."

There was cheerful laughter from the crowd, and the saints began to clean the battlefield in an orderly manner to treat the wounded.

"Is Zweig here?"

"Sorry~www.readwn.com~ I'm late, Lord Grindelwald." A big bald head appeared in front of Grindelwald, "I'm going to treat Nelson."

"It's not too late," Grindelwald nodded and looked at Nelson, who was already sitting on the roof. "Let's see the people who were rescued by Nelson first. Don't let them die. By the way, Andre? "

"After he found me, he went after the Aurors who ran away."

"Yeah." Grindelwald nodded, looking at the busy and united saints, looking up to the sky, "Hurry up, I can't wait."

After Zweig left, Abernechy approached Grindelwald flatly and asked in a low voice.

"Nelson, is it really that important to you? I mean, why can he get such help from Newmontgard?"

"He? To me? If I have to say it, I really look forward to him, but it has nothing to do with the so-called help," Grindelwald gave him a disgusting look, then shook his head and explained. "He earned respect on his own. Where you don’t care, he has done a lot for the world. You may have noticed that. This is also the reason why these wizards who are not combatants can fight hard for him-Aber Nessi, don't you appreciate him?"