My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The flash pierced the sight of all witnesses. For a while, another sun seemed to rise above Hogsmeade Village. Under Nelson's full force, the accelerating spear broke through the sight in a flash. The limit that can be captured was nailed to a wild cherry tree north of Hogsmeade in a flash.

The cherry tree vibrated violently, and the unpicked cherries at the top of the canopy fell to the ground like a waterfall. They piled up at the roots of the trunk, burying the spear and the person pierced by the spear.

Nelson walked forward along the road where the thunder gun broke open. The high wall outside the village protected by magic was melted by the heat from the thunder gun to form a round arch that was enough for two people to pass side by side. In the cross section of the arch, The red sand gleams with the brilliance of the new glass, refracting the passing sunlight into a suspicious rainbow.

"He won't die, will he?"

Tom raised his hand to cover his face. The heat from the arch made him a little uncomfortable, so he waved his wand, and bright ice crystals poured out from the tip of the wand, covering the hot section, accompanied by a buzzing like boiling water, molten crystals. It quickly condensed, and when the two walked through the arch, the ice crystals behind them fell off, revealing the door of the smelted crystal cluster, which looked very valuable.

"No," Nelson shook his head. "He almost ran away, but I didn't expect that I would use the signature on the camera to track him... What a lucky guy, he stopped one second before the spear exploded."

"Explosion?" Tom, who had seen an explosion in an underground cave in London, quietly moved a step to the right, half a meter away from Nelson, moved back before he found it, and asked, "Alphad's condition has been transmitted from person to person. Is there something wrong? There shouldn't be any explosives on your body, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Huh, also—"

"Of course there is."

Tom decided to stay away.

In a short while, the two rushed to the cherry tree. The cherries were piled up into small hills under the tree. The plump and juicy flesh of the lower layer had been crushed, and the red pulp flowed all over the floor like blood, dried up. The grass sucked greedily, most of the cherries were roasted by the heat of magic, and the semi-solid hot cherry sauce filled the air with an unspeakable smell.

"How come there is a bad smell of alcohol?"

Tom wrinkled his nose, sniffing the sweet and rotting scent of cherries mingled with it.

"The cherries ripen in June. Even if Hogsmeade is colder, the cherries that are still on the tree are undoubtedly ripe. Fermentation is reasonable." Nelson explained, "It's like a winemaker's failed product. ."

"It's disgusting." Tom waved his hand, protecting his sensitive nose. "I feel my sense of smell is impaired."

"I hope Mr. Daguerre likes this taste."

Nelson waved his hand, the thunder light dissipated, and the magic wand wrapped in the thunder gun flew out of the jam pile with a "swish" sound, suspended in Nelson's hands, the moisture in the air was squeezed out by an inexplicable pressure. Shimizu quickly formed a band around the wand, wiping the wand from end to end like a handkerchief.

Nelson grabbed the wand, dried the moisture on it, and took a step forward.

"Mr. Daguerre, how can a wanted man wander around?"

The jam pile shook, and Nelson raised his wand vigilantly. Suddenly, a "blooded" hand came out of it.

"Yes...cough cough...can you give me a hand?"

Daguerre's voice came from the cherry. Although it was not full of breath, it shouldn't be the sound of a seriously wounded person who took such a shot.

Nelson and Tom looked at each other, raised their wand, and watched for the unknown Daguerre, while Tom waved his wand. The hurricane curse caused the violent wind to blow away the cherries and jam accumulated under the tree, exposing the belt. Wearing a Daguerreotype fruity top hat.

His whole body was still covered with blood-like jam, and they slowly flowed towards the ground under the action of gravity, until Daguerre's pale face and silver moon-like beard reappeared.

"You're amazing!" He opened his eyes, shook his head, and shook off the jam on his face, maintaining the hypocritical smile of the merchandise promotion, "This level of magic, few wizards can do it! "

"With this level of magic, few wizards can follow." Nelson pointed his wand at Daguerre's forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you coming to England?"

"Can you answer me a question? I'm very curious." Daguerre maintained a smile and said, "I am a businessman, you know, what we admire most is equivalent exchange-this is my principle, only answer Don't ask, it's kind of unfair."

"It's really interesting. In this case, do you still want fairness?" Tom pointed his wand at him. "Fairness is not fair enough to enjoy the fish on the chopping board."

"My body has been defeated, but my soul and mouth are still free," Daguerre smiled. "Mr. Riddle, you don't have to press on like this. From the pain just now, I am enough. Feeling your attitude, in fact, I am a little bit lost. After all, I have sold you a lot of good things at a low price."

"So you can still run." Nelson stared at Daguerre, whose jam was flowing in front of him, and heard what he meant. "Yes, I ask one, you ask one."

"You are really a contracted person! I even want to applaud for you, but as you can see, I am a little difficult to act now... So your first question is why I came to the UK, right?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "This is your first question."

"Huh?" Daguerre was stunned, then burst into laughter. The penetrating injury on his chest didn't seem to affect his language ability at all. Coming here is to end everything as the last sinner in Second Salem. I need to find something, something that must be destroyed."

"what?"

"This is the second question," Daguerre smiled slyly. "Now it's my turn, Mr. Wiltening, how did you find me... Or, how did you find me? Find the real me in each me?"

"It's very simple. Every alchemist has their own pride. They are willing to keep their name on the most proud work." Nelson paused and looked into Daguerre's eyes. "If I don't guess Wrong, that camera is not a work left by the inventor. The person whose name refers to is you... No, or you are Louis Jacques Mandé Daguerre who invented the silver camera in 1839, you I use magic to engrave my name on that camera that can see through desire, so that I can feel every piece of work my creation has captured every moment."

"You unexpectedly discovered the magic I set!" Daguerre blinked, showing a pompously shocked expression, "I'm hiding it very secretly!"

"It was discovered by another meticulous guy, which may be a bit unlucky for you-he sent me something this morning, and for those who are proficient in alchemy, relying on a signature full of magic and constant sound to find Its owner is just a trivial matter that is not too difficult."

Nelson raised his fisted left hand and opened it in the air. A nameplate cut from the wood was tied to a simple rope and hung down. The French name on it exuded a faint golden light. When approaching its owner , Its brilliance seems to be more radiant, "You seem to have a strong desire for voyeurism. Even when you are hiding in Tibet, you never forget to pay attention to every photo. It seems that you have a pair of eyes full of desire."

When talking about "eyes", Nelson increased his tone. Daguerre's expression was only slightly stiff for a moment, but the moment was still captured by Nelson's concentrated attention.

"Very well, it's my turn." Nelson put his hand down and re-secured the nameplate. "What are you looking for?"

"It's a pair of eyes." Daguerre said frankly. "You should have such eyes too."

"Everyone has eyes, you are talking nonsense."

"No, Mr. Wiltening, you know what I'm talking about. After defeating the'mother' whose alias is Salem, you must have won her eyes." Daguerre showed a confident smile." A pair of black eyes that resemble the gem-like green eyes that your wizard Gellert Grindelwald obtained from Isabel McGonagall."

"What's the meaning?"

"Mr. Wiltening, this is another question." Daguerre smiled and said, "Now it's my turn. After gaining the power of the castle spirit and Muggle hatred, as a wandering traveler, do you have Have a pair of eyes that belong to you and here?"

"What the **** are you doing!"

A horror that seemed to be seen through rose in Nelson's heart. After taking on the violent magic power accumulated by Pippi for many years with his own power, his spirit also became tyrannical every time he used that magic power that was not his own. So that the pupils will turn into a dark color, and later in the second Salem station, the gift left to him by the souls of more than a thousand victims is to purify the violent and disorderly emotions and magic, those who have been purified The final choice for emotions is his own eyes, and the tyrannical magic that can be controlled is also sealed in that little ball.

His eyes turned dark again due to excitement. He took a step forward, grabbed Daguerre by the collar, and lifted him from the ground. The cherry jam quickly slid down with the movements of his body, revealing the chest that was pierced by the thunder gun. -Feathers, scales, and various animal materials fill the chest, isolated from each other, there is nothing between them, not even flesh and blood, and nothingness seems to be connected to the unknown.

"Congratulations, you really have a pair of eyes that belong to you."

"What the **** are you?!"

Nelson threw Daguerre to the ground, the magic wand in his hand was so huge that it was palpitating.

"I am a human being, a reporter, Mr. Wiltening," Daguerre coughed, clutching his chest. "In every drama, everyone has their place. You killed the black box and destroyed In addition to the plot, as an intruder, when you step onto the stage, you also play your own role in this scene. That is exactly the mechanical descent that every playwright avoids!"

Seeing that the magic power accumulated at the tip of Nelson’s wand became greater and greater, and even reached the point of tearing the air, Daguerre couldn’t help speeding up his speech, "Do you have a feeling...behind you there is always a blind The person of Qing Dynasty, he manipulated your life, destroyed the plot that belongs to you, and inserted the characters that do not belong to this scene into the next scene. I can tell you who is the instigator, but relatively, you may be From a mechanical descent into a clue figure."

"Pretend to be a fool!"

Nelson raised his wand high, and an iron fist quickly condensed from the void above his head, crashing against Daguerre on the ground.

"But you did bring something different," Daguerre still had the salesman smile on his face, "I know what else you want to ask, why I put the camera at such a low price. Sell ​​it out—this is a story outside the repertoire. As a photomechanics author, the person I teach most often is a reporter, except for the cameraman."

Alexander's iron fist ran over the crown of the cherry tree, and brought the smashed cherry tree down to Gael's body.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wiltening," Daguerre said with a heartfelt smile on his embarrassed face. "Before coming to England, I saw something very interesting-America has a long history of worshiping the sun, and After an accident not long ago, many Muggles on the East Coast think they have seen miracles. We know that powerful wizards often appear as gods in Muggle legends, and they are even admiring your totem. ."

But Nelson did not hear him, and his iron fist fell and plunged into the ground several meters deep.

"What? Reporter?"

But Daguerre, who had been smashed into the mud by the huge force, could not answer his question. The next second, the explosive potion trapped in Daguerre's body burst into blazing light and scorching heat under the squeezing of the iron fist. Tom secretly said something was wrong, flew forward, put his arms around Nelson, who was blankly gaze, and Apparated away in the last second of the explosion.

…

"Damn it, I knew it!" On the top of the hill on the other side of Hogsmeade, Tom knelt beside Nelson and slapped the ground angrily. "Slytherin is right. UU reading www.uukanshu.com overuses Pippi. The magic of ghosts will surely affect Gnar!"

He tried hard to recall the spell of speech and spirit that Slytherin had specially taught him before leaving school last semester, and pressed his wand heavily on Nelson's chest.

A dark python emerged from behind Tom and swallowed Nelson in one bite.

Suddenly, a clear sound of falcon sounded from Nelson's body, and the soft silver light rippled on the surface of his body, becoming brighter and brighter. It was able to dissolve the magic power of linguistic spiritism. The dark ink flowed out of his eyes and mixed into the body. Table of silver light.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of powerful wings suddenly opened behind Nelson, and an ink-like falcon rose from the ground and rushed towards the sun. Its eye frame was surrounded by a pair of human-like agile black eyes, as if there were real The mood is average.

It flew high in the sky, patrolling its territory.

"Sorry, Tom."

Tom felt more strength on his shoulders.

"I'm a little excited, I haven't asked many important things... I was disturbed by a ridiculous little trick. It really shouldn't be."