My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Very brilliant alchemy." Nelson sat on the ground and loosened his grip on his left hand. The nameplate tied with a string fell down, dangling in his hand like an ancestral pocket watch of hypnotists." The name not only points to him, but also connects to me close by—especially after I was photographed by Desire Camera."

"Does this have anything to do with the photo?"

Tom feels a little guilty. Nelson's photo was taken by him.

"No," Nelson stared at the swaying nameplate, a trace of solemnity in his darkened pupils. "For an alchemist of this level, he may feel his work if he holds it, just like Lavin Crowe will notice that the crown is in the same position."

"So..." Tom nodded, "Then what he said—"

"It's funny, I got confused when I heard a few words," Nelson laughed to himself, waved under his arm, and grasped the nameplate. "I really thought he knew something. Now it seems that he really just read mine. some thoughts."

"Is it a dementia?"

"No, if I'm not humble, my Occlumency is impeccable," Nelson shook his head. "It's a way to feel emotions by magic... It seems that it can only analyze the strongest emotions, such as fear, anger, desire, and longing. Such as the purest emotion, I think I should let Penguin analyze the camera well."

"Sounds tricky," Tom frowned. "How to kill someone who can clone?"

He had sharpened his sword and wanted to kill Daguerre immediately.

"Some are like Helbo with Horcruxes, but there is no need to destroy his Horcruxes," Nelson analyzed. "He came to see my body as if it was made from animals. If it's not expensive, find him. The ontology of "may not be a simple matter."

Tom looked murderous: "Just kill them one by one."

"Fortunately, I can still use the nameplate to keep in touch with him."

"What? Is there any way to release it?"

"Yes, many, such as destroying this nameplate, but why should I disarm it? I can find him, but he can only be passive," Nelson rubbed his eyes, his eyes regaining a clear blue, Daguerre wearing a top hat His sly face appeared in his eyes, "He has angered me, and now it is him who wants to break this connection."

"Master Wiltening!"

A small figure ran out from Hogsmeade, and saw Nelson on the top of the mountain from a distance. He shouted, holding his hat, his expression was open, and the striped tie crouched on his shoulders, the old style of the last century. The suit was run crumpled.

After confirming Nelson's location, he raised his wand, spun it around, and quickly appeared beside the two of them.

"Hug... I'm sorry..." the short man said, panting, leaning on his knees, "I couldn't determine your position at first."

"It has nothing to do with you," Nelson looked at the obscure Deathly Hallows logo on the back of his tie and nodded. This seems to be the central cook, who was said to be an Italian Auror who was good at escape. "That is not something you can fight against. Enemy, let alone, you're just a messenger, aren't you?"

"You punish me to go to the Sahara Desert!"

The man's eyes became watery in an instant.

"Well, I have something for you to do."

"Just give your orders!" The man put his expression away in only a second, stood straight in front of Nelson, and easily entered the working state, and even took out a piece of parchment to prepare to record.

"Find Penguin and ask him to disassemble and study the camera carefully, don't even let go of the lens cap, especially alchemy-if he doesn't know alchemy, go learn it, or find someone who knows alchemy," Nelson Instructed, "Let him submit the report to me as soon as possible."

"Understood, Lord Wiltening," the man said sternly, "Penguin should preside over the launch of the factory in Antarctica, and I will pass through the hub later."

Um? He didn’t even call Penguin "adult", and it seemed that he might not be a subordinate of Penguin—Nelson felt that his "leader" was a bit of a failure. In fact, he didn't even clear out the people that Penguin had saved, but was just in peace. In the letter that Dre sent, he learned that there seemed to be such a thing.

After thinking about it, he was relieved. As long as he can finish the matter, whoever did it by what means did he do it? After all, this is the "bad" atmosphere he brought out during his errand in Krakow; what's more, if he goes into it, what normal person can he find with the penguin's nagging style?

"In addition, to investigate the important criminal Daguerre who is wanted by the Magic Congress of the United States, I need him for a century... No, all the information since the establishment of Second Salem," Nelson said, squinting, "maybe even further forward. , He should have used many pseudonyms. The last one was Louis Jacques Mungo Daguerre. He went to the Magical Congress of the United States to look through the files at the beginning of their establishment and look for those who existed before the Magic Congress was established. , See who has disappeared without being caught, rest assured, Norton II will give you face."

"clear."

"He should have magic shops all over the world as a cover. There is one on the southeast road in the hidden place. After you leave here, you will immediately take people there to find him. If there is no one, just take the things in the shop without falling to the ground. Give it to me—this is the most important thing, go now."

"Received, Lord Wiltening!" The man raised his wand and began to circle.

"Practice Apparition." Nelson looked helplessly at the performance that quickly turned himself into a faint, "isn't it uncomfortable to turn around?"

The man smiled awkwardly, and after three turns, he disappeared quickly.

"It made me dizzy." Tom curled his lips. He swept away until Nelson took out the nameplate and asked sharply, "What are you doing!"

"Don't be nervous, Tom," Nelson pinched the cord that tied the nameplate with **** and tossed it up and down in the air. "A little experiment."

The rope rubbed against the ring that appeared on the finger at some point, and the curled mist climbed up the rope, covering the nameplate, making the unclear name even more hazy.

…

Thousands of miles away, in France, in a hidden place, Daguerre is standing in his alchemy shop, surrounded by rows of high ceiling-to-ceiling shelves, and those shelves are under his command like empty cartons wrapped in many alchemical materials. Fold it up, and quickly move closer to each other to splice.

Suddenly, the folding action of the shelves stopped, and Daguerre standing in the center felt a suffocating sense of envelopment, as if a fierce but patient beast was watching him in the dark corner of the shop, his chest With violent ups and downs, the eyes covered by the shadow of the top hat suddenly widened, two lines of bright red blood and tears burst out from the corners of the eyes, and the thick blood flowed down his cheeks and hung on his banana-like beard.

"Damn..." He clutched his chest, feeling like a big hole was broken there, his lungs convulsed from intense pain, squeezing out all the remaining air, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly. "Are you killed? Who? Didn't even the memory come back?"

The flustered feeling of falling into a cage became stronger and stronger. Daguerre clutched his chest and leaned on the shelf that was compressed to half. The top hat fell from his head, his demeanor was absent, and he looked around nervously, his eyes seemed to It can penetrate shelves and walls, and the eyes are so strained that they look in different directions.

The blood oozing from the eye sockets spread on the eyeballs, and quickly covered his eyes, covering everything in his eyes with a **** flame-like filter.

In a daze, Daguerre saw a man wearing a trilby standing in the flames, his face covered by the fire, only a clean chin was exposed. He raised his arms in the fire, and the corners of his mouth cocked, revealing his prey. With a mocking smile, his fingers lightly ran his throat, making a provocative singing voice.

"who?"

Daguerre closed his eyes, but the **** picture still lingered. He knelt to the ground, and the shelf he was supporting continued to fold up.

"Tell me, who are you, what do you want!"

The man in the fire smiled disdainfully, holding on to the brim of his hat, he disappeared into the fierce tongue of fire.

The flames gradually warmed from crimson red and gradually transformed into blue. The disorderly flames gathered together and condensed into an unspeakable terrifying behemoth, rushing towards Daguerre with high heat.

"what!"

With a scream resounding over the hidden place, Daguerre only felt that his eyes seemed to be tortured with a red soldering iron. The pain he had not felt for many years stimulated his brain along every nerve. This pain It is even gradually spreading to his aging soul-his feeling of pain has long been numb with time, but this pain has awakened his accumulated memories.

At the same time, the shelf is completely folded and spliced ​​together, plus the handle is a silver suitcase.

The screams attracted the surrounding passers-by and shopkeepers, and Daguerre felt that a group of wizards who appeared on the street at the same time were splitting into two teams, outflanking him in his direction.

"Who is it..."

He no longer has the strength to be angry. If he hadn't passed Nelson before in Boston, then he would know who the owner of the trilby was, but he knew nothing about him and would even have nothing—the wizards. It was getting closer, but his weak and trembling hands could no longer hold the box due to the sharp pain of the soul. In the end, Daguerre, who was good at survival, made the most correct choice.

He loosened the silver box, and his body exploded a second before the wizards broke into the door, turning into a group of moths covered in scales. These moths looked very hideous, and the patterns on their wings seemed to be breathtaking. His eyes, they swiftly penetrated into every gap in the shop, leaving only the empty facade.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise from the door. The next second, the door and the door frame slammed on the opposite wall. A short wizard carrying a wand and a group of wizards in black robes rushed in murderously. Shouted, "Tax inspection! No one is allowed to move!"

No one responded to him in the empty shop, but the surrounding shops closed their doors after hearing the loud drink.

"boom!"

It was the same magic again, and another group of wizards in the same costume broke in through the back door.

"No one behind."

"It is true if the soles of your feet are oiled," the short wizard ordered. "Don't take it lightly. Follow the procedure first."

When he talked about the "Anti-Phantom Shifting Curse", before he even finished speaking, the last moth hidden in the cracks of the floor exploded into a pile of reptiles, got into the ground, and disappeared.

After repeated inspections, the wizards confirmed that only the box in the center and the top hat lying on the side were left in the store, and there were no shelves.

The saint who led the team picked up the hat with magic, inspected it, and finally sighed, "It's a pity, it looks like it just ran away."

"If those guys in Newmondgard come here, maybe they won't even be able to find a hat."

"Yes, if you change to another wizard, you might even have moved out of the shop."

The saints behind them comforted their little leader.

"What are you talking about! Your lord's information is so timely that we can't catch anyone. What's the difference between us and the boring mediocre people you are talking about?"

"Ah this... we were wrong, please don't send us to—"

"If you make a mistake, you must make up for it. According to the adult’s instructions, move everything in the store to the center and put it in the warehouse next to his office—the floor, the wall, and the signboard at the door... In short, except for the main building. Pry away all the things!"

The saints inside and outside the shop are busy, but the shopkeepers of the shop next door are terrified. They are full of fear: When is the tax inspection so terrifying?

…

"What are you doing?"

Tom looked at Nelson like a fool. At this moment, Nelson was closing his eyes and was already fully armed—putting on the invisibility cloak, taking up the old magic wand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and even the roots of his little finger appeared. The green ring mark like ouroboros appeared, but this look looked too funny—a lonely head floating in the air, the mark on the little finger covered the head with a layer of green, and the old man was holding it. The hand of the wand was pulling at the neck.

His stroke of neck was too funny, as if some strange condition had worsened.

"I have to say that although the Helbo people are disgusting, his curse is still very useful." Nelson opened his eyes, seeming to have noticed the strangeness of his own image, so he quickly took off his invisibility cloak and set on his lonely head. After removing his body, he showed Tom the nameplate dyed green in his hand, "Curse, the effect is outstanding."

"what's the situation?"

"It seems that Daguerre's magic is a bit dull, he seems to be unable to obtain the information from the clone that was quickly annihilated," Nelson said a lot lighter, "his own magic may be a lot worse than I thought. , But even more peculiar."

"strange?"

"It's so strange that it's not like a wizard, but it's like those magic users who are lost in history," Nelson put away the sacred artifacts and thought. "Professor Bins may understand this history. Now we need to figure out that Daguerre What do you want to do?"