My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Oh... my God! What happened to this?"

The bright flames in mid-air became more and more blazing, and the teachers of Ifamoni felt the unbearable heat after a long distance. They couldn't help but exclaim, but the flames dimmed suddenly, just adapting to the strong light. His eyes soon fell into darkness again.

The lavender fireball revealed its true face in the fading light. It shrank inward for a moment, and even the color became solid. Professor Twelve Trees, who was standing in the front on a broomstick, stared wide-eyed. Without reminding the colleagues behind him, there was only time to raise the magic wand, but a few professors who had followed him rushed out. Professor Twelve Trees waved the magic wand and shouted.

　　 "Ultimate protection!"

Several professors noticed the principal’s actions and instantly understood what danger was about to happen, so they raised their wands uniformly, and the milky white light gathered into the prototype of the barrier held up by Professor Twelve Trees, which quickly spread and strengthened. The magic power converged to a point in front of Professor Twelve Trees, and the solid fireball had shrunk into a small spot invisible to the naked eye.

　　 "Come back soon!"

His beard danced wildly in the air due to anxious movements. The professors who had no time to brake turned their brooms and turned their heads, but they could no longer hear Professor Twelve Tree's words, only seeing him forcefully handing out the wand, the magic of the barrier. Being led to rush out from the gap between them.

　　 "Boom!"

The explosion only lasted for a moment before it fell silent, replaced by absolute silence and buzzing in the ears. The professors who had not had time to hide in the barrier only felt that they were dark in front of them, and Professor Twelve Trees in front of them was dazzling white light. The professors were torn into chaotic lines, and the professors who were engulfed by the explosion turned their heads, trying their best to look at the disaster behind them.

　　 Then, their unconscious bodies flew out like cannonballs.

　　……

　　 "Grindelwald! What are you doing?!"

Dumbledore rushed into the "Trocca Bar" on the outskirts of Boston, adjusted to the decayed smell and dim light for a second, and saw Grindelwald sitting in front of the bar shaking his whiskey glass. He quickly Stepping forward, a slap was slapped on the table top of the bar. The rotten bar made an unbearable crunch, and even the chandelier above his head shook, dropping snow-like dust.

　　 Grindelwald unhurriedly covered the mouth of the cup with his hands, and looked up at Dumbledore.

　　 Dumbledore stared into Grindelwald's eyes, his uncontrollable anger was burning violently.

　　 After a long time, they kept looking at each other. When the dust settled down, their hair and shoulders were covered with a layer of dirty hoarfrost.

Grindelwald avoided his sight and raised his head to look at the no longer shaking chandeliers. The flames of some of the candles had been extinguished because of the shaking, and the curling smoke was rising from the top of the charred candle line. He gave a light breath. , The red flames bloomed again.

　　 "Do you know what you are doing?" Dumbledore asked every word, "How dare you leave that magic in—"

　　 "Wait a minute, Albus."

Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore with a smile. He raised his hand covering the mouth of the cup, took a white handkerchief from his chest pocket, and gently wiped the dusty back of his hands and shoulders, as well as his hair. A flash of blue fire flashed across his pickled things, changing the plot of his hair.

He casually threw the handkerchief behind him. It was swallowed by flames in mid-air. No ashes were left behind. In the not-so-clean whiskey glass, the brownish-yellow liquor was still pure. He raised the glass. Sora motioned to Dumbledore and took a sip, but he frowned quickly and raised the wine glass to his eyes. A round ice ball slowly emerged in the glass, and Grindelwald used another The back of one hand tested the temperature, nodded in satisfaction, took the cup and drank it.

　　 After tasting the wine in the glass, he took out a brand new handkerchief from his pocket and threw it lightly at Dumbledore.

The handkerchief was flying lightly in the air. As Dumbledore was approaching, a sharp, chilling cone of ice flew from behind him like a lightning bolt, centered on the handkerchief, and then went away after penetrating it. Undiminished, it was firmly nailed to the table in front of Grindelwald, which happened to be nailed between his palm and the wine glass. The frost spread from the opening of the table to the wine glass and the palm, and the sound of creaking ice was silent. The tavern is unusually harsh.

　　 There was no one in the tavern at the moment. The vampire owner and the bartender were nowhere to be seen when they came in from Dumbledore. Grindelwald prodded the ice cone with his index finger with interest, and his fingertips were instantly frozen blue.

　　 As if unaware of the pain, he held the ice cone, let it frostbite his palm, threw it into the wine glass, and smashed it to pieces.

　　 "Of course I know what I'm doing, Albus," Grindelwald nodded. "Our chat should be neat, right?"

　　 "Compared to the cleanliness of the body and clothes, the cleanliness of the mind is a hundred times more important," Dumbledore suppressed his anger, "Do you know that the fierce curse might hurt the teachers who came to explore?"

"You actually care about this kind of thing, shouldn't you pay more attention to whether I will harm those innocent little animals in the forest? What's more, it...will it?" Grindelwald shrugged, "A vagrant and Will the aftermath of an ordinary teacher's duel hurt a group of teachers? Of course, more importantly... Mr. Albus Dumbledore, didn't you leave the mess with me and leave?"

　　 "Do I want to drag you to show the teachers of Ifamoni, the principal of Hogwarts and the Dark Lord are experimenting with dangerous magic together?"

"So in your heart, not letting others see is more important than the possibility of harming those teachers. You are still weighing the pros and cons. You are still able to easily distinguish between the big and the small like a balance. You always have such disagreements. Albus."

　　 Grindelwald smiled. Seeing that Dumbledore was about to lose control of his emotions, he picked up the ice cone on the table and stabbed himself to death, so he continued: "Of course, they won't be hurt."

　　 "Do you know what you are talking about? I have seen through your magic, how powerful is that kind of aggregation and explosion? Don't you know?"

"I'm just stating a simple fact." Grindelwald spread his hands and said, "He is coming soon. It is hard to imagine that Hogwarts, led by you, can teach such a responsible student. ."

"what?"

　　 Dumbledore turned his head, the tavern’s rotten door shaft creaked again, and his students opened the door and walked in amidst the sound of a metal crash.

　　 "Sorry, Professor, it took a while."

　　 The button on the windbreaker collided with the hook on the waist of the breeches, playing a not-so-quiet song. Nelson walked to the bar step by step and said softly, "Troca, here is a glass of water."

He picked a taller bar stool in the corner, dropped two Nats, and looked around, only to find that there was no one in the tavern except for the three of them. He raised his eyebrows and plugged the two copper plates. Back in your pocket.

　　 Nelson, who noticed that Dumbledore was dusty, took out a towel and handed it to him. Dumbledore did not refuse this time, took the towel, and pointed to himself with a cleaning spell.

"Give you."

　　 Nelson raised his head. Grindelwald appeared behind the bar somehow, and handed him a cup that was as cold as an ice cube, filled with clear water.

"thanks."

　　 Nelson took the cup, drank it, and raised his head. Grindelwald was still standing there and extended his hand to him.

　　 "Huh? What's the matter?" Nelson asked suspiciously, "Mr. Grindelwald."

　　 "Aren't those two steel rods money?"

Nelson shrugged and put his hands back in his pockets, but his change was too small, and the alchemy doll in his pocket had no time to classify the items that had just been put in the warehouse. He fumbled for a long time in the pocket with lots of clutter. He finally Only one silver Xi Ke was found.

　　 "Oh, there's a tip." Grindelwald rubbed his chin and took the Sirk, sat down and looked at Dumbledore from his position, flaunting, "Now I am not a vagrant."

　　 "A decent job as a bartender."

　　 Dumbledore nodded perfunctorily, looked at Nelson, and asked impatiently, "Did you just go to the finishing touch?"

"Yes, Professor," Nelson nodded and added another glass of water, "I was worried that Professor Twelve Trees would be injured because he was caught off guard, so I hid around for a while, but I thought I might be redundant. Their ultimate protection is no more than that of Hogwarts, enough to withstand that kind of outbreak."

　　 "Has Hogwarts ever used ultimate protection?"

　　 "Maybe he saw the school's possible disaster in the prophecy, maybe he saw the respected professors cast protective magic together." Grindelwald interrupted a toast.

"But at least it's also useful," Nelson continued. "A few professors rushed too hard and were not hugged by the ultimate protection, so I blocked them, but except for the club teachers, they were all powerful wizards. I I think they would be safe without me."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald raised their eyebrows tacitly at the same time, and at the same time retracted their expressions. As the releasers of the spell, they knew the power of the coming explosion, and Nelson didn't seem to be embarrassed at all, it really made them. surprised.

　　 For a while, no one in the tavern spoke again, until Dumbledore's opening broke the silence.

　　 "You studied in Ifamoni, do you have any opinions on this...er, club teacher?"

　　 "No," Nelson shook his head, "Professor Randall is very good, but he has been addicted to Gobstone for a long time and hasn't used a magic wand for a long time."

　　 "No wonder you can't stop the car..." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to ask, "What's the matter with them?"

"It should be that no one was injured, but there may be a coma. Professor Randall was blown out a long way," Nelson recalled. "I gave birth to those trees in the end, but Professor Dipeter seemed to be about to discover me, so I had to return first."

　　 "Professor Dippet?"

　　 Dumbledore chewed on the name of the former principal, sighed, and said nothing.

　　 "Look, Nelson has even considered those innocent critters in the forest."

　　 Grindelwald seemed quite proud, as if he was not the first to slip away.

　　 "Yes, he even considered you."

　　 Dumbledore didn't forget to choke his words back in the process of thinking.

　　……

"who is it!"

　　 A comatose professor suddenly woke up, tightly clasped Professor Twelve Tree's arm in front of him, widened his eyes, and let out a strange cry.

"Relax, Randall, it's not that Wizard Chess has lost. There is no need to be so excited." Professor Twelve Trees suffered pain, his entire old face twitched, and he wanted to press down the club teacher's paw, but the club teacher's The strength was a bit strong, and he couldn't help it for a while, so he had to say, "If you don't want the next freshman to enroll without a magic wand, please let go of it."

"Oh oh... also, it's not that terrible." In Professor Randall's heart, the winning or losing of Wizard Chess seemed to be more important than his almost being blown up. He let go, and the professors around him were normal. Their reaction to him was no surprise, "What just happened?"

　　 "I still want to ask you, the light is too strong, I can't see clearly."

"Oh...hh," Professor Randall touched the top of his head, but he squeezed a handful of coke from his hair. He stroked the smooth top of his head and the circle of hair around, and the center of the scalp felt painful when touched. Gu Bao, cursed Ju Niang, gritted his teeth and said, "The light source was blocked by a person, it seems that someone helped me block the attack... He should be very close to us, he seems to be even taller than me, but I don’t feel it. To him, it seems to be very far away."

Professor Twelve Trees squinted his eyes~www.readwn.com~ After confirming that the last professor did not see clearly, he recalled the giant that came into view-wherever it was too close to appear tall, it just At the center of the explosion, it was too tall to appear close.

　　 "What's the matter, principal, do you know what? Who did it?"

　　 "We may have encountered a rare natural disaster."

　　 "But the principal, that kind of purple fiery—"

　　 "This kind of flame may also exist in nature."

Without waiting for others to refute, Professor Twelve Trees brought in a broom, rose up into the sky, and looked out from the sky. The original dense forest seemed to be bald, just like Professor Randall’s head. The center was covered with charred charcoal. In a large radial pit, rows of lush buds are growing rapidly, taking root in the ashes.

　　 "The books in the library of the Goblin Academy are so good to understand?"

He murmured, the corners of his eyes flashed, and he noticed the flash of light in the dead forest. It seemed to be the reflection of the magic wand. Some uninvited guest who sneaked in was fleeing, and it looked like an unfamiliar acquaintance. .

"who?!"

　　 He chased and fell, chasing in the direction of the flash. When the professors saw his movements, a broom followed and rose into the air.

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