My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Help me... who will help me..."

Nelson opened his eyes abruptly, and there was pure darkness all around, with only a one-meter square light source under his feet. A woman's faint cry for help came from all directions, seeming to be a voice directly in his mind.

He lowered his head, there was a smooth mirror under his feet, and he leaned down to observe. There was no reflection of him in the mirror. Instead, he looked down into a pure white round room, and the surrounding walls were regularly inlaid with light-permeable dark glass. , You can vaguely see different rooms.

A woman tightly covered by a white sheet is lying on a cold silver metal bed. The sheet has a square mouth. A strong heart unlike humans is exposed to the air, like a cry for help. Beating feebly, black blood leaked from the edge of the wound, clinging to the white sheet.

This is the woman who was found in the bunker who was attached to the male body. At this moment, her eyes widened, her complexion was green, and she made a roaring expression, but there was no sound coming out, as if her vocal cords no longer exist. .

Nelson tapped the glass under his feet lightly with his knuckles, as if hitting a rocky mountain, motionless, and there was no tapping sound. It seemed that where he was, only the room in the mirror was filled with time, and everything else was nothingness.

He is like an audience, watching an immersive movie on a very small screen.

A gloved hand stroked the woman's forehead, and a wizard in the black cloak of the Middle World medicine lightly touched her spasmodic eyelids with the other hand, softly comforting something, but no sound came into Nelson's ears. Except for the cry for help, his world has been in absolute silence.

The woman was struggling with horror, but she only had very few muscles on her face to move, so she could only watch the wizard close her eyelids. As she closed her eyes, the mirror in front of Nelson slowly returned to dark.

He raised his hand and touched his body and pocket. It was him himself. The wand still existed. The mayfly he carried with him could also respond to his call. He took out one and placed it in the air. The red one-eyed of the mayfly lit up the whole The film space covered his vision with a thin, **** curtain. While the mayfly’s wings were flapping, the same voice came from behind him. Nelson turned his head, and an identical mayfly was slowly floating on him. Behind him, he directs the mayfly to make movements, and the mayfly behind him also synchronizes with it. This seems to be a limited but circular space-this situation often appears in the dreams of wizards, which imprison the owner of the dream like a cage In the memory he least wants to face.

More than a long time later, Nelson determined his place-in the woman's memory.

"So... is this your dream?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of glass shattering came from the ears, and then, the sound of the outside world that was rich enough to explode appeared like a tide around Nelson-there was the sound of saw blades passing through the bones, the roar of beasts, heartbeats, and crying. And laughter, and dense footsteps—the woman's hearing seems to have recovered, and there should be a lot of people around her watching.

"Okay," the man's voice came from under his feet, "I promised you, my dear, I will save you."

"Dear?"

Nelson mused. He recognized the voice. While spying on Jokunda's memory, he had met the man and replaced him. The owner of the voice was Dr. Sykes.

The mirror surface under Nelson's feet suddenly lit up, and the man in the black cloak who was pulling out the woman's eyelids slowly overlapped with the figure of Dr. Sykes in the impression. He looked much younger than when he was dying, and his tired face was full. It was excitement. The gloves were covered with filthy blood stains. The exposed heart was beating vigorously. Every beating conveyed abundant energy to the woman’s depleted body. With the beating of the heart, it became black. His blood also became bright red.

"It's disgusting."

A woman's mocking voice sounded from the side. Nelson looked in the direction of the voice. A woman with a petite figure and well-rounded facial features was standing on a workbench in the corner of the room, playing with the only Huang Nelson knew among a group of strange instruments. Copper balance, this balance is a bit damaged, so that it is normally tilted.

"What's so disgusting?" Dr. Sykes shook his head, bent down, and gently kissed the woman's forehead. "The filthy manure can grow the most luscious fruits, Isabel, I think you don't understand this. reason."

The woman released the brass balance and let it sway arbitrarily. She turned around, but Nelson was taken aback by the appearance of her face.

"If my family’s melons and fruits grew up eating shit, I would rather not eat it, Doctor, you are already stunned. Can a human figure made of various pieces of meat still be called a human? I thought you What unexpected discovery, I did not expect to come to perform a Muggle stitching technique," her "Doctor" was full of mockery, "Also, don't call me Isabel, I am Mrs. McGonagall now."

This woman is the mother Nelson had met in the Scottish Highlands, who was defeated by Minerva McGonagall on the way home to visit relatives and looking for her first love. The one who used "medicine" as a bait to stir up the Scottish Highlands. The terrible woman who turned upside down and finally exploded into a pool of venom-but she was very good with Nelson, who had only one side, and was full of love for her family. This kind of contradictory double-faced person can indeed get together with Dr. Sykes .

"Have they seen it so early?" Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Yes, the age gap is not that big, and lunatics can always attract each other."

"Okay, Mrs. McGonagall," Dr. Sykes said with a complacent expression, spreading his hands, "you may not know what my work represents."

"It means you put your wife's head on a wild man's body, and stuffed it like a doll with so many ingredients for dinner bought at the butcher shop?"

"Wife?"

Nelson felt puzzled. Isn’t Dr. Sykes’s wife the mother of sisters Jokunda and Melissa? If this head is their mother, then who was the mopping in the living room on the day of the death of the Sykes family?

The sudden information caught Nelson’s eyes,

"Haha, don't be too hostile," another person interrupted. He sat on a chair by the door of the room, wearing a silver wizard robe, blending with the surrounding environment. Nelson didn't even see him. "Let's take a look at what the doctor has done. If it is this kind of installation art, then I don't mind teaching him a lesson with you."

"Do you think I want to?" A crazy smile appeared on the corner of Dr. Sykes' mouth. "This disgusting smelly man is her own brother. Her beautiful head resists anyone except blood relatives. You help me find Those bodies don’t need to be used at all!"

"Really?" The man at the door smiled stiffly, already raising his wand, "It looks like I did something wrong with my kindness."

"Not really, thank you," said Dr. Sykes hurriedly, who noticed the man's anger. "They provide me with good data for my experiment and allow me to make a perfect plan without making mistakes. With their dedication , I successfully rescued my favorite person from hell."

"Why do you think your wife will be in hell?" Isabel wondered. "You may go to hell, but your wife should go to heaven."

"No, she won't," Dr. Sykes smiled happily, "I know I will go to hell, so she will definitely come to **** to accompany me."

"..."

Isabel took a breath and felt cold. She couldn't help holding her shoulders. After a long time, she exclaimed, "Of all the perverts I have seen, you are the only one."

"Thank you for your praise of my love, Isabel!"

Dr. Sykes straightened up nervously and bent over to salute Isabel. This time Isabel, who was shocked by the metamorphosis, did not entangle his name for himself, but wrapped his clothes tightly and leaned on the test bench.

Dr. Sykes continued to say intoxicated, "When my daughters grow up... they are the closest blood of my love, so that she can come back to this nasty world to accompany me!"

Isabel felt a chill, and moved a few meters away.

"Let me interrupt, Doctor," the man at the door raised his hand with an ugly expression, "I would like to ask you to translate what it means to wait for your daughter to grow up? The eldest daughter or the younger daughter? How old is your younger daughter now? Isn’t Isa... Mrs. McGonagall’s daughter is older? So today you asked us to show our loneliness, just to tell us to wait for more than ten years?"

"My eldest daughter is too much like me and is not compatible with her mother." Dr. Sykes shook his head. "The younger daughter is like her mother very much. It is the perfect carrier. As for the results, it has been a complete success. , Mr. Daguerre, my wife can only feel but can’t express her body because it doesn’t match her body, but I can show you her life later. As for the shells you want, the final experiment has already been completed. I'm ready before."

The man by the wall turned out to be Daguerre! But his appearance was too different from what Nelson had seen. Under the bombardment of information, Nelson was even ready to wait for Grindelwald to crawl out of the bed.

"I hope so," Daguerre nodded with a stern face, "I don't want my money to be lost, do you understand?"

"Understand, understand." Dr. Sykes waved his hand.

"So what's the purpose of calling me here?" Isabel said sternly, "If it is to disgust me, then I have to clap and praise you. You succeeded and you exceeded your goal."

"Why do you think so?" Dr. Sykes showed an exaggerated expression of frustration, "I always can't wait to share my joy with my closest friends, but you always doubt me!"

"I can't be your friend."

"Well, Isabel," Dr. Sykes said sternly, "During the experiment, I successfully attached a Muggle head to the body of a wizard. I have to thank Mr. Daguerre for providing me with Many wandering wizards, of course, also want to thank Ms. Mary and Mr. Daguerre who are still on the way, if it weren't for not washing your hair, I would like to take off your hat and salute you!"

Daguerre waved his hand and motioned to him to say business.

"Isabel, haven't you always wanted your husband, the respected Mr. McGonagall, to be one of us?" Dr. Sykes flushed with excitement, "I have mastered the authority to plunder the magic power. To me, the discrimination caused by magic is just a matter of knives and knives! Just change him into one—"

"Enough, Doctor," Isabel scolded Dr. Sykes, "I don't want to chop off my husband's head and replace it with a man I don't know!"

"Perhaps waiting for me to find the magical organ of the wizard—"

"Don't say it anymore!" Isabel could not imagine what she had imagined, clutching her chest and retching.

"Well, it seems that you still have the illusion of using potions to change his physique. IMHO, you might as well think of a way to replace the soul with a body, or consider Ms. Mary's attempt to create a wizard in Second Salem. ," Dr. Sykes shrugged, "but I still need your potions for support. Those medicines are too effective for plundering life and giving life to life!"

Isabel just retched and didn't comment.

Suddenly, the mirror under Nelson's feet flashed, and Dr. Sykes lunged at the woman and asked with concern, "Are you awake? You must be awake! Look at me! Look at me!"

"boom!"

The door was pushed open roughly from the outside, and the eyes of the other two were immediately attracted by the two who walked in.

Nelson's eyes widened and he was an acquaintance—Amando Dippet, the former principal of Hogwarts, and Salem, who attacked Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. Why are these two people together?

The entry of the two added a smell of gunpowder to the room.

"Professor Dipper," Daguerre greeted happily, "I didn't expect you to come with Ms. Mary. This is really rare."

"I received an owl on the way to find this woman," the gray-haired Professor Dipeter snorted coldly, and let go of the hand holding Salem's wrist. "I still think you are too stupid. Why believe in a Muggle? Promise? She is also worthy to think of a way to suppress the silent? I actually want to put my grandson's life in her hands?"

Mary, who claims to be Salem, rubbed her wrists and remained silent, but Isabel on the side was interested, "Professor Dippet, isn't this your own choice? But I thought you would lie to yourself for the rest of your life. It turned out to have admitted that the child is a silent person."

"No, so, talk to, Professor!" Dipeter glared at Isabel, and said sharply.

"Woohoo," Isabel shrugged, "I finally understand why that kid became the Silent, and I hope Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will not change its name to the Silent Training School under your leadership."

"When Barry is an adult, no matter what the reason, no matter who it is, no matter what excuses...If that monster stays with him," Dipeter ignored Isabel, turned around, stared at Salem, threatening Said, "I will personally crush every scavenger and every bone of those anti-witch Muggles."

"..."

"I need you to help me get rid of the control of the American wizards," Salem lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Dippet, we will wait and see."

"Why should I help you? Self-righteous Muggle!"

Now even Daguerre didn't know how to complete the game.

"Look at me! Look at me!" In the silent room, only Dr. Sykes, who was touching the woman's cheek, yelled.

"squeak--"

The door was slowly pushed open~www.readwn.com~ A well-made black leather shoe covered with dirt stepped out of the door. Everyone attracted by the sound had different expressions, but most of them had their faces hanging. Fear and disgust.

"It's all here. I made a prediction while sleeping on the Cavaliers bus. Does anyone want to hear it?"

"Nelson! Wake up Nelson!"

A shout awakened Nelson. He blinked and suddenly found himself surrounded by fierce flames. Borlocs stood above and yelled anxiously, "Come on!"

The woman's skin was scorched fiercely, and the moisture was squeezed out, sliding down her shriveled cheeks like tears.

Nelson shook her head, closed her eyes, and left the bunker in a twisted air.

Behind him, the row of bodies that were roasted into coke collapsed suddenly, waiting for time to turn them into loess.

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