My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "My assessment is, but so."

After class, the confident Credence patted Tom on the shoulder, picked up his school bag slantly and confidently said, "It's a pity that I didn't go to school before, otherwise I can become A student as good as you."

"Thank you for your evaluation of me," Tom said expressionlessly, pulling Credence's hand from his shoulder, and the corner of his mouth twitched. , I hope this confidence can be maintained in the next class."

　　 "Oh...huh!" Credence raised his eyebrows, shook his shoulders, and said slowly, "It turned out that I was introducing the content of the course for an hour. It's incredible."

"Not all." Tom walked to the podium, grabbed the small silver ball he had set on the eaves of the podium, and lightly wiped it with his magic wand, filling in the previously dug depression, and turned his head to Credence. Said, "He also introduced his achievements in his research career, that he is talented, cute, and good at ancient magic texts as he is. Under his guidance, he was excellent in the wizard rank examination, and he successfully found a job in the Ministry of Magic. The niece who bought a house in Diagon Alley."

　　 "……"

　　 "Let me look up the class schedule," Tom shook his head, found a class schedule, and said, "Aren't you going to see Adele? It just so happened that she won't have classes the next day."

Credence gently rubbed half of his face. He didn't understand what magic Nelson used, so that under this strange face, those manic scars that were eroded by silent magic turned out to be asleep. The tingling sensation and itching that had tormented him day and night and the dreams that lingered in his ears all the time fell silent. From the day he hit Credence and felt the monster in his body, he never stopped. There is no such relaxed feeling.

　　 "Don't touch it, or others will think Gnar has hives after a while," Tom glanced at Credence, as if he could see what he was thinking, "Gnar has a lot of research on this kind of out-of-control magic."

　　 "Well, I saw it," Credence nodded, "I saw the live broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament in the Wizards' settlement in Brazil, and he really has a hand in playing silent."

　　 "Right," Tom and You Rongyan, "When you are free, you can even ask him to see if he can solve the disease. After all, he can even solve the blood curse."

"Let's talk about it then, I'm not like Nagini, it...is already a part of me, Credence Beerburn," Credence's hand covering his face paused, no pain at the moment. Moreover, he was a little uncomfortable, and even felt uncomfortable all over, "Let’s go and see the little girl's situation first. She is different from me. She has the opportunity to choose and also has this condition."

"Well, but don't be discouraged. We are omnipotent." Tom followed Credence's movements and patted him on the shoulder. "I used to hear rumors that you were a dull gourd. I didn't want it or it was quite interesting. of."

"Really? Haha," Credence smiled dryly. He cherished the short time he was able to spend on campus as a normal person, and he was able to repay Nagini for curing Nagini. The benefactor, the two joys are superimposed, and more joy is gained, "I just don’t know what to say."

　　 "Well, I understand," Tom nodded and said, "Let's go and see Adele."

　　……

　　 The House of All Requests.

　　 After all, Tom did not bring Credence to the secret room. Compared with Nagini, Credence's sense of trust was not enough for him to share this secret. So he took Credence and found Adele at the door of the potions classroom, and took her to the responsive room.

　　 Hogwarts Castle promised them a "spacious, bright, and quiet place suitable for treatment."

　　 "I don't want to be there."

　　 This is the first sentence Adele said today. She pointed to the iron bed in the center of the white and bright room, which was illuminated by the spotlight.

Credence followed her fingers, frowning, and apparently he was also reminded of bad memories. He sneered and said, "Could it be possible that the gift of Second Salem is still using the same bed back then." ?"

　　 Adele didn't speak, but kept shaking his head.

Credence smiled, stretched out his hand and shook his palm in the direction of the iron bed. He didn't use a magic wand, but there was an extraordinary pressure in the air out of thin air. In the sealed room, a stream of air flow could not stop. , There was a strange wind sound similar to "hehehe", and a huge black hand suddenly appeared in the air, holding the iron bed like a drink bottle, gently grasping it, and the steel creaked and groaned. , Was quickly rubbed into a ball of scrap iron.

　　 Tom squinted his eyes, the power of Credence, the silent man, is not at the same level as Kailian.

"It looks like it really is," Credence threw the iron ball aside, pinched a chair from the base of the wall with that black hand, and smiled, "Don't be afraid, that place has disappeared. I went there some time ago. A visit, a nice statue."

　　 He asked Adele to sit in a chair and stand aside like a barber.

　　 "Can I be like you?" Adele sat down and asked in a low voice.

　　 "Same as me?" Adele's voice was so low that Credence couldn't fully hear him. He smiled and shook his head, comforting, "Don't worry, you won't be the same as me."

　　 "I mean, can I be like you?"

　　 "Same as me?" Credence had curiosity in his eyes, "Why are you the same as me? Don't think too much, I will heal you."

　　 "I want to be as strong as you."

"Oh?" Credence raised his eyebrows. "Someone taught me before. If you really want to, then I will teach you how to control it, but I think Mr. Williams would prefer Seeing a healthy you, your brothers are already very strong."

　　Credence turned his head and glanced at Tom.

　　 "Gnar told me," Tom's voice floated faintly in the corner of the room, "He hoped Adele would make his own choice, and arranging other people's life should be what he most rejected."

　　 "Hehe." Credence smiled, turned his head, and reached out to Adele's cheek, "eyes widen."

At this moment, he was like a different person, his expression was extremely solemn, he pressed Adele's forehead with one hand, and opened her eyelids with the other, staring tightly at her eyeballs that were hidden under the eyelids. Black bloodshot eyes, they are like barnacles parasitic on a shipwreck, but they do not float on the surface. Instead, they smudge the whites of her eyes, making her eyeballs look like a broken egg.

　　 After these bloodshots were revealed, the girl's original pure eyes became like a change of person, becoming ferocious, even with a hint of irritating mockery.

　　 "How do you usually feel?" Credence slowed down and asked in a soft voice, "such as pain, tearing, burning, or hearing some fragmented sounds echoing in my mind."

　　 "No." Adele shook his head and said ignorantly.

"I know," Tom said earnestly, leaning on the pillar to the side. "In the second Salem battle, a black thing came out of her eye socket... In fact, a lot of People who suffered misfortune in that experiment have experienced such an abnormality, as if their eyes are the eggs of some kind of creature and need to be hatched with life as fuel."

"Huh? Shouldn't it, is it mature?" Credence changed his face, put down his hand holding Adele's eyelids, turned around and asked eagerly, "Can you describe it in detail? The inside of me It was the same situation when silently waking up for the first time, but the little girl shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be..."

　　 He frowned and kept repeating.

"I thought Adele was okay," Tom thought for a moment, and said, "That day Gnar used a certain method to activate the magic power in the surviving victims of Second Salem, where I can see. Monsters rushed out of their eye sockets. They made me feel like a dementor, but they had a significantly stronger and more powerful mixed magic power, which was different from the coldness of a dementor, and was like fire... its size and Like a normal person, there is no face, only an abstract expression. The edges are blurred, as if they are constantly collapsing in the air and regenerating. It is very similar to a flame, but according to my observation, it is almost composed of magic, but It is silently compared to what I saw—for example, in the final match of the Triwizard Tournament, when compared with the product of the combination of the Kailian and the woman, it... uh, how do you say it?"

"small?"

　　 "Well," Tom nodded and added, "It's a lot smaller, a lot."

"This is normal. Just like the wizard who gave birth to it silently, it also needs continuous growth. It is the wizard who was born out of intense despair, the other self with one body and two sides," Credence said sternly, "but it and The symbiotic relationship between the rhino and the rhino bird that we are familiar with is different. The silent growth unilaterally ebbs and flows, absorbing the belief and magic of the wizard. When it becomes stronger, the symbiotic wizard will become weaker and weaker. The wizard has absolutely no way to feed back from it-everything you just described is completely in line with the silence of a newborn, so I don't understand why you think the little girl is all right."

　　 "But it's dead," Tom tilted his head and looked at Adele. "Nelson was dragged out of his eyes and pinched to death."

　　 "Pinch to death?" Credence didn't quite understand Tom's description. "Can you tell me in detail and abandoning how Mr. Williams suppressed silence at the time?"

"I've spoken objectively," Tom opened his hands and said, "You just said that he did have a hand in silence. Gnar has some magic for souls, and even legendary wizards, as long as you can see When it comes to the soul, he can also break it down. In Gnar’s words, silence is not much different from the nature of the patron saint and dementor. It is just a group of magical forces that are affected by strong emotions that give birth to his own logic. Silence is a bit special, similar to another personality born for the purpose of self-protection in an extremely depressing environment. Do you know what I mean? Just like some people will change their temperament, this is a kind of mental illness. "

　　 "Uh... very insightful."

　　Credence has never heard of such a statement. Since silent people are too rare and short-lived, there is very little research on this among wizards, so almost anyone's theory can be called a new point of view.

"Gnar grabbed these monsters from the wounded's eye sockets and shattered them with magical power. Those shadows did not have the ability to recover, they could only turn into a pile of fragments and return to their bodies." Tom snapped his fingers. A silver ball appeared at his fingertips, and the scene of Nelson trying to save the postman began to play on its own. "Frankly speaking, this method is not very effective, but time is running out. This is the only way to go."

　　Credence stared at the picture of Tom's fingertips, his expression getting more and more strange.

　　 "Unbelievable..."

When the very impactful eyeball bursting screen was over, Credence couldn't help but sigh, but instead of waiting for Tom to reply, he bent down and met Adele's eyes. He opened the corner of his mouth and revealed a With a sorry smile, her eyes closed tightly. In the next second, her dark pupils pierced Adele's heart like a violent ghost fire. Her expression froze, her eyes widened, and the black bloodshots stirred like arteries. It spread to the pupils, but the speed was incredibly slow, like a snail.

　　 "Look straight at me!"

　　 Credence's voice still has a rough echo like sandpaper. He sternly scolded, and Tom, who raised his wand, stopped his movement. He saw that the target of Credence's threat was not Adele.

　　 I saw that the bloodshot slowly growing on the surface of Adele's eyeballs was scared back by Credence's scolding, and the eyesight regained clarity in an instant.

He leaned down, whispered a few words in Adele’s ear, raised his head again, made a silent gesture to Tom, and comforted Adele, "It’s okay, even if it’s me, in Grindelwald. It took a long time to get used to it with the help, you just have to think about yourself the most—"

"boom!"

Before Credence's words fell, the spotlights above the heads of a few people suddenly exploded, and the glass **** sprinkled like rain. Tom raised his head and saw that the ceiling of the responsive house has been lifted, and countless people have lost the support of the floor. The chamber pot fell like a rain of frogs along with the dust in the sky. Tom raised his wand, and a transparent barrier appeared above the three people's heads~www.readwn.com~ He knew this room, which seemed to be part of the House of Request, Dumbledore. I used to talk about it as a chat.

　　 "Is it possible that the House of All Requests is of this kind of structure?"

Tom stood stunned. He looked between the ceiling and the floor of the room upstairs. The section of the brick and stone showed the quiet purple black of the night sky, and there were faint silver ancient magic words shining in it. God knows that the explosion just penetrated. What's going on—this is what Alphad dreams of, but Hogwarts' continuous improvement of protection for thousands of years makes his dream like a joke.

　　 "What's wrong? Mr. Beerburn?"

　　 Adele's voice sounded in a cloud of smoke.

　　 After a while, Credence's response was belated: "Good job, keep it up."

　　 Adele did it? Tom's hand holding up the wand was slightly relaxed in surprise, the barrier above his head disappeared, and the luxurious chamber pots of various styles fell down one after another, almost hitting the heads of the three of them.

　　 "Can you hear it? Miss Wiltening."

　　Credence no longer calls her "little girl".

　　 "No," Adele's answer was extremely conclusive, "I can't even imagine what the voice you describe is like."

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