My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Thank you for your concern," Credence said politely, "and thank you for everything you have done for her."

"That has nothing to do with me directly," Nelson has an extraordinary affection for him, not only because of the rescue when Second Salem was trapped, but also because the invisibility cloak helped him a lot, but also because of Nagini. He had an extraordinary relationship with him, so he smiled and said, "I just provided an idea. The invisibility cloak used to deceive the blood curse was sent by you, and the success of the plan mainly depends on her will to survive, Bayer Mr. Ben, Nagini often called your name when he was in a coma."

"Yes?"

There was a hint of shame and touch of premature love in Credence's voice, which formed a sharp contrast with his hoarse voice.

"So what are you doing here?" Nelson said lightly. "Perhaps we can find a quiet place under the sun to chat."

His hair shrouded in the shade of trees was glowing with an indifferent silvery white, which reminded Credence of some not-so-friendly memories.

"Shushasha."

The bush swayed gently, as if thinking about Nelson's words.

"Okay." Credence thought for a long time, and said, "face to face to show frankness, I hope you don't get nauseated because of your appearance."

Nelson nodded, took a step back, and stood in the sun. The golden sun-like color reappeared, making Credence feel another familiar warmth.

Soon, a thin man walked out of the bushes. He had the same sunken eye sockets and hook-shaped eyebrows as Dumbledore. He was wearing an out-of-season shirt and vest. He was wearing a pair of dragon leather boots that had not been washed for a long time. An outdated dome hat, messy hair emerged from under the brim of the hat unscrupulously, the over-protruding mandible makes him look solid, dark hair and dark eyes, even the skin is slightly tanned by the sun. Black, still young but not too young.

If he was just such a face, not only would he not be as ugly as he said, but he would be a little handsome, but a scar all over his left cheek confirmed what he said-it did not seem to be a scar, but rather like a crying person. The tear stains left on the makeup slowly expanded from the corners of the eyes, and once occupied half of the chin and neck. It can be imagined that this scar is getting bigger and bigger-he wears a glove on his left hand. It seems that this invisible hand has become that kind of black, vowing to divide him into two completely different people, one black and the other white.

Those black scars are like rotten flesh that has been peeled off. There are reflective black pus hanging in the muscle bundles. On the surface of the scars, a grimace similar to him is shaped by light and shadow. It was shocking outside, and with the movement of his facial muscles, that grimace seemed to be talking.

Fortunately, Nelson was not a ignorant person. He was just stunned for a moment. When Credence was about to show disappointment, he smiled and asked, "Is it silent? Can it be cured?"

"I'm used to it. This might be better," Credence's tone relaxed as he watched Nelson's unchanged attitude. "This is already the limit. According to their calculations, I should Is dead before."

"The scar is the honor of a soldier. I can see your bravery in the silent confrontation," Nelson laughed. "Nagini must like this scar very much. I remember the first dress she conjured for herself was black. , The same material as snakeskin."

"Yes?"

Credence touched his face, looked behind Nelson, and saw that no one was paying attention to it before he walked out of the shadow of numbers with confidence.

Under the sunlight, the scars on his face became more terrifying, as if he were alive.

"Her clothes are also very strange...no, very gothic," Nelson nodded, seeming to convince himself, "Where would you like to talk?"

"Just here, I don't want others to see me."

"Okay," Nelson followed his thoughts, and asked again, "what do you do?"

"I want to take that girl away."

"Huh?" Nelson asked. "Which girl?"

"The one you took from Second Salem." Credence explained seriously, "I don't know what her name is, but she should have been tortured by the wizard of Second Salem. She used to be on me. The experiments that have been done seem to be successful with her."

"Adele?"

Nelson frowned, chuckled coldly, and put his hand back in his pocket: "Mr. Beerburn, this joke doesn't seem too funny."

"I didn't mean that," Credence suddenly realized. Nelson seemed to regard himself as one of their raccoon dogs, and hurriedly explained, "I have no malice against her, Mr. Wiltening, she has probably become a silent Well, I can teach her how to control the power in the body. She is much younger than me and has the opportunity to return to a normal life."

"I have seen the silent, and I have also seen people who almost became silent. Adele's situation is completely inconsistent with them. She is just a little witch who is not lucky and has encountered some bad things. It makes no difference to any one person."

After rescuing Adele, he once seriously discussed her injury with Zweig. According to Zweig, she was just a little weak, and her magical talent was brutally opened up by painful experiments, resulting in magical phenomena. It is larger and more disordered than its peers-the first use of a magic wand to create a kneeling figure is a good example.

As for the silent person, Nelson has also made a special search for many books. He knows that the silent person is often difficult to control his emotions. In his childhood, the magic will run away from time to time. On the contrary, Christian who is somewhat manic is more in line with this standard. After claiming to be Wiltening, the magic of this well-behaved girl was as calm as a lake.

"And I don't need her to master the power of the silent person, she just needs to spend her life happily like other children, that's enough!" Nelson's tone was slightly rude, "Even if she has become silent If possible, I will solve it too. Trust me, I don’t read less information than anyone else."

"Until the age of seventeen, my silent person never broke out," Credence retorted Nelson's words with his own personal experience. "Under the guidance of my mother, I have been suppressing my magic, and always suppressing it. My own thoughts...Oh, yes, my mother is the black monster that was torn apart by you during the global live broadcast, and I almost became a part of her."

Nelson was silent. He did not study the magic in wizards. In fact, for all wizards, research in this field is like a desert, but Credence's example is not enough to convince him.

"I started paying attention to her when she came to London," Credence struck while the iron was hot. "Just in Diagon Alley, when you were chasing the thief, the girl next to her once asked which one she wanted to go. College, as far as I know, he should have been assigned to Newt Scamander’s college, because you said that it was the best for her, but do you know where she really wants to go?"

"Slytherin," Nelson said solemnly, "but her qualities are more suitable for Gryffindor."

"And for the little wizard, during the time when the wand was first acquired, the magic runaway was the most frequent, because they got the medium to use the magic power but didn't know how to use it. Why didn't she run rampant once? I think even if it was You, from the time you get the magic wand to when you really start to learn, there are also times when you are struggling to operate or even make mistakes. Why doesn't she? Is it because she is more talented than you?"

Nelson commented on Credence silently. There were dark blood vessels on the edge of Credence's eye sockets climbing along the eyeballs to the pupils, exactly like Adele.

"I can't explain it to you, Mr. Wiltening, I don't have a high level of education, but the silent one knows what's going on with me, would you like to see her like me?" Credence took a step forward. The whole person stood in the sun, and Nelson saw that his darkened face was not caused by shadows or the sun, but was wrapped in a looming, extremely dangerous black. "I just want to help her because I am A silent person, I know the silent person, just like you are proficient in transfiguration, so you are willing to help Nagini! I don't want to see you suffer the same pain as mine."

Nelson looked at the curious and indistinguishable grimace on Credence’s face. The wind was blowing towards the two of them. The trees on the edge of the forbidden forest were dropping their leaves in the middle of the two, after a long silence. , He squeezed out, "I think your education level is not low."

"Why don't you ask her what she thinks?" Credence had great patience with Nagini's savior. When he changed to someone else, he was already on his way home. "Wilt Mr. Ning, I know that you gave her your surname. I also know that you treat her as a relative. I also know that you have the power and talent to solve silence. But have you really considered her? Have you ever I thought, for her, you might become a person like my "mother"?"

Nelson had already convinced him a bit, and asked in a deep voice, "Who called you here?"

"It's Nagini and me. I was once a member of Second Salem, and maybe even its only remnant party." Credence lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief, "Would you like to show me her ?"

"I heard that you are a bad talker," Nelson said. "You can ask her yourself."

He turned his head, in the direction of the herbal medicine classroom, the students after the class swarmed out, a small figure hovered at the door for a moment, and quickly ran towards the forbidden forest. Adele was not as weak as Nelson. What's wrong, even across the Black Lake, she can see his sunny hair and pixelated eyes at a glance.

"I just don't like talking," Credence smiled stiffly, facing the crying face on his left cheek, looking very strange, "but when I need to talk... well, it's Nagini who helped me think. Yes, she feels she can convince you."

"What are you going to do? If she is really silent." Nelson looked at Adele who was approaching, and asked softly.

"I need to stay with her for a while," Credence said. "This may require you to find a way, but I don't recommend that you seek help from the school-it may be that I have some emotional touch, and your principal may prefer it. Avoid danger."

"Professor Dumbledore shouldn't be that kind of person, but he cares more about most people-in extreme cases," Nelson pondered for a moment, "you may be like me. Will you stay in England for a long time? ?"

"At most half a year, I still have other things to do," Credence said. "Then what do you do? Will there be two of you in a school?"

"The compound decoction is a good choice. Maybe you don't mind if I perform a time-sensitive human body deformation on you?" Nelson made a decision. "I might go out to do some things this semester. Isn’t it high? You can help me in class... What you just said was wrong, Credence, you are not the only remnant of Second Salem, Daguerre is still alive."

"I just killed him myself last month."

"I also personally killed him once yesterday."

"..."

"Sorry, I have to let people stare at you. I have to be responsible to other people to make sure you have no other ideas."

"I understand, you can actually trust me like Nagini."

"Trust takes time to develop, Mr. Beerburn, I'm sorry, but as a helper, you have to be suspicious." Nelson was in good measure. "I have to search your memory."

"I understand."

"We may be able to make another unbreakable vow."

Nelson looked at Credence's black bloodshot eyes, which were slowly fading away. Both eyes were equally clear and sincere.

"I understand."

Credence hesitated for a moment and then nodded. At the same time, Adele had already flicked her long hair and approached the two of them.

The moment she saw Credence, Adele's smile froze on her face, and she hid behind Nelson vigilantly, burying her face in his school robe.

"Adele, he is a friend."

Nelson put one hand in his pocket, tucked her hair with the other, said softly.

"Are you called Adele? Miss Wiltening," Credence took a step forward. "Can you raise your head?"

Adele shook her head. The fear in her heart had gradually occupied her eyes with the intractable black bloodshot eyes.

"You've seen people like me, haven't you? But they are all dead," Credence continued. "You might even have seen me, but they moved you too quickly, and I got nothing at that time. "

"You came to save people before—"

Adele raised his head, and the two originally bright eyes were completely dark.

...

"Take your wand, Adele, get closer."

Under Nelson's command, Adele raised his wand and timidly approached the two who shook hands in front of the Forbidden Forest.

"Point our hand with the wand."

Adele did. Nelson turned his head, looked at Credence, was silent for a moment, and said: "Credence, when I leave school, you are willing to be like me and help me control Adele's body. Is it silent?"

"I do."

A tongue of fire gushed from the tip of Adele's wand, wrapped around the hands of the two of them, bursting out a strong flame.

"Are you willing to do everything in your power to save her from her abominable fate?"

"I do."

The second tongue of fire was also wrapped around the hands of the two of them, and the light of the fire became even more fiery~www.readwn.com~, reflecting the two people's faces red.

"Are you willing to bear the danger and pressure that may arise with me, and swear this trip is only to save Adele?"

"I do."

The third tongue of flame was more intense than the first two, making Nelson's hair seem to be on fire, and the ghost on Credence's face on the opposite side also showed an unwilling and hideous expression.

"Sorry, this is not fair to you."

This was Nelson's third apology today. He let go of his hand, and the burn-like traces slowly disappeared on the back of his hand.

"It should be. You are doing what I want to do, and you have even helped me to do what I can't do," Credence said sternly, "This is the reward you deserve."

"Keep it away, Credence." Nelson handed a small silver ball inlaid with gold rims to Credence, and said solemnly, "If you are in danger, open it, no matter where you are, you will Get my help."

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