My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Who is there!"

Professor Twelve Trees held up his wand and raised his beard. He was suffocated by the explosion that made him disgraced. At this moment, seeing two suitable "culprits", he showed a posture that surpassed that of an old wizard. After screaming "Quiet away", he went up with the flash of fire and light, and the broom whizzed like a sweaty BMW under his crotch. It was praised as "fast as the wind, fast as thunder", and he waved With the iron wooden stick in his hand, he bowed left and right with two hostile spirits, chasing the two sneaky figures behind the bushes.

　　 "Ding! Ding!"

The crisp sound of the intersecting two golden stones came from the woods indiscriminately. Professor Twelve Trees stood still, holding his breath, and was a little confused whether his two moves were blocked by one person and one force, or whether Being intercepted by two tacit masters at the same time, he secretly said that it was not good. Although he knew that the magical power of the fierce explosion was not performed by two people, there was such a master outside the gate of Yifanni Mountain. Shrouded in the shadow of these two unkind intentions.

But Professor Sykes and Principal Dippet are so innocent. They are incognito at the foot of Graylock Mountain. They live in hiding like a mountain husband. They dare not expose their skills in the slightest, in order to wait for May here. Lisa's younger sister, Jokunda, they have endured for a long time, but they don't want to be involved in such a meaningless dispute on the day when the agreed date is too much and is about to give up.

　　————The end of the whole life

　　 "Unlucky."

Armando stopped spinning and performing the phantom shift, and dropped his arms in silence. There were several live thorns under his feet, waving sharp thorns and winding up along the calf, those who followed Professor Twelve Trees. The wizard didn't stop following his caution, but instead separated to the two sides, well-trained to form an arc the size of the impact pit, firmly enclosing the two in the forest.

　　 "The old-fashioned indigenous witchcraft of Ifamoni is really annoying!"

He shook his wand, and a small smashing curse hit the vineman at the ankle. The thick plant broke, and the green sap gushed out of the section. Just as Amando was freed from the **** of the plant, he quickly Being blocked by more and more mucus, his feet are as difficult to move as lead filled. His elderly body cannot jump out like a strong young man while the mucus has not solidified. Instead, it is a broken vine. Under the nourishment of tree sap, Man grew wildly, rolling around him from all directions like the tentacles of an octopus.

　　 "Principal, the magic of Native Americans must be extraordinary, otherwise Aesop Thiel, who came here from Ireland, would not retain these spells."

A group of orange-red flames rushed towards Armando’s legs with a "boom" and swept around the surroundings. The tough and sticky sap was quickly evaporated into a crisp green shell, even though It was an old man like Armando who could smash with just a single stroke, and the tenman with its teeth and claws, after encountering the fire, shrank and fleeed in all directions.

　　 Amanduo scowled, looked at her indifferent expression, walked from behind the tree to Melissa.

"This may be a variant of Devil.com. The principal, Professor Twelve Trees of Iphamoni graduated from the Goblin Academy that year. He has a lot of research on magic plants," Melissa shrugged, "Fortunately, we face it. These are plants that also exist in Britain."

"Don't talk to the principal like this, Sykes," Armando's arrogance showed no doubt, his face was stern, as if it was not him who had just been accidentally tied up, but his expression quickly collapsed, and he waved his hand and said. Forget it...I'm no longer the principal, and we have nothing to do with Hogwarts."

"That's good."

Melissa nodded calmly, feeling regretful in her heart. Originally, she only needed to wait patiently for Qiao Kunda to reunite with herself. As long as she can reach her, with the help of the armadillo, any chasing soldiers will be relaxed. Get rid of it, then she will be able to use the magic left by Dr. Sykes to make a face-lift, rebuild the family, and give her sister a life without fear.

In the small town, she disguised as a gold digger in the wrong direction, relying on a fairly good sewing technique to maintain a Muggle harmless image, but one morning, she saw Ah looking around at the entrance of the town. Mendo, his former principal.

Considering that he, like Armando, is a wizard who broke away from Hogwarts, and Armando, as the principal, must be a better wizard than himself, no matter what purpose he came here, the two stayed there. Together, it can undoubtedly greatly improve security in a foreign country. Even Dumbledore’s personal arrest is enough to escape her life. Thinking of this, Melissa opened the window of the rented cottage and shouted that the middle of the street was a little lost. Armando.

　　 "Damn, I'm so frustrated."

Thinking of the starting point of this evil fate, Melissa couldn't help but cursed inwardly, and she couldn't control her emotions, who had always paid attention to education and image. The idea of ​​a strong alliance was a mistake from beginning to end, and Melissa thought herself As the principal, Armando must be magical and powerful, but she didn’t consider his age in a hurry. She didn’t know what Armando had experienced in the United States, but occasionally heard from some special channels that he destroyed a certain wizard. According to the news from the base or the Muggle organization, his active performance caused Melissa to misjudge.

For many years, Armando traveled the Americas, looking for a second Salem stronghold where the silent might exist one after another, trying to find a way for Barry to govern the silent and avenge the unbelieving Salem. He didn't care about himself. For his body and quality of life, I just want to find even a little bit of life for his grandson, who is about to reach the limit of the silent man's theory, even if this kind of care may not be needed by Barry.

In the aimless search, he only found the remains of silent people who were too many to remember. Although Salem was rich in experience and had many samples, his knowledge of magic remained at the level of Muggles because of his talent. She may have mastered some methods to create, control and squeeze the silent, but the so-called "treatment" that she promised back then may be just an excuse for delaying time to avenge the wizard, or perhaps she has really developed a method to treat the silent, but In the attack on the Triwizard Tournament, it was brought behind the door of death.

Armando had little gain, which made his mentality more and more collapsed, and a little bit of his former duties came to mind. Many people said that the reason why Barry became silent is because of the lack of family and the strictness of the only relative. Armando has always sneered at this accusation, but as he aged rapidly on the journey away from home, this dying old man had to temporarily put down the majesty of his life and pondered the possibility of this theory.

But Armando’s pride as an educator did not allow him to admit the failure of his family education. In order to escape reality, he could only devote every bit of energy to the journey of finding the second Salem station. He went crazy. It’s like a hungry hound, smelling the blood of the experiment and destroying one stronghold after another, even the US Ministry of Magic and other magic organizations that conduct side-by-side experiments on this continent.

The reason why Nelson was able to end everything in Boston was also related to Armando’s actions in a sense. Among the few remaining strongholds of the Second Salem, only the intact but extremely heavy one in Salem Town The casualties also made them understaffed, so they had to ask for help from the Magical Congress of the United States, which secretly cooperated. The story later became clear-the wizards of the Magical Congress of the United States were worried that they did not have a reasonable excuse to intervene and harvest the results of many years, so they accepted it all. When they got there, they even waved their hands and threw the remaining stragglers who were in charge of the second Salem into the prison cell where the experimental product lived. As wizards, they had too much understanding of magic and so many methods. The lower limit was too low. It coincided with the death of the despicable Helbo. The arrangements he had kept in various parts of the world lost the blockade and broke out. The accumulation of many factors created that hellish scene.

And Armando, who knew that there was no cure but did not want to admit it, also fell into a kind of extreme revenge early. He blamed the birth of the silent on these experiments, holding the banner of revenge for his grandson, and holding himself All his time and energy were spent on fighting. There were always casualties in battle, but he didn’t care. Years of serious injuries caused his dying body and mind to fall into a trough. Not only was the magic power overwhelming, but even his consciousness occasionally became hazy. Melissa felt extremely painful. She picked up a principal, but she did not expect it to be a negative promotion.

For Armando, who had run out of oil, the last breath that dangled him was the Second Salem Headquarters that had not yet been explored but had been wiped out, whether it was Nelson and Tom who did it all, or the one who did it. For him, the surviving silent girls are the last hope to cure Barry-he can't fall here, he must catch them!

　　 "What are you talking about?" Armando turned his head sharply and said in a cold voice, "Are you despising me?"

"How could it be? Master principal." The many days of getting along had already broken Melissa's last bit of respect for the old principal. She said plainly, "How could you be despised? Even your grandson I hate you, and I won't be like this."

　　Melissa's words pierced the old man's heart with precision. He raised his wand like a walking stick, then dropped it helplessly, shook his head lonely, and said softly, "What should we do now?"

"I would like to believe that you are stronger than Headmaster Twelve Trees, but at best I can only deal with the chief of an Ifamoni," Melissa pouted and responded, "For unnecessary casualties and when captured. I suggest that we get caught up with the treatment. Of course, if you are willing to listen to my advice when you insist on leaving the town, these things may not happen."

　　 "Don't you care if the two wizards fight to death at your door?" Armando said grimly, "We can't expose our existence, then we will lose our last hope."

"It turns out that you still understand this." Melissa is still in that unsalted tone. She answered very quickly. It seems that this kind of conversation has become the norm between them. "At least they were just The explosion was scared, so I didn't dare to approach it rashly. We still have a chance to escape, but Master Principal, I have bad news to tell you."

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Melissa raised her head and peered at the wizards surrounding them through the gaps in the leaves. Seeing the familiar gestures, she said helplessly, "The Apparition of this place has been blocked. If you are unwilling to talk to Professor Twelve Trees Talk about it, we only have a way to break through. Of course, their encirclement is not close enough, maybe we can use—"

Before Melissa finished her words, Armando had already pointed her face with her magic wand. The silence and black air brought by the black magic immediately blocked his face. He looked at Professor Twelve Trees in the distance, and squeezed the wand, obviously. Did not listen to Melissa's second half of the words after "breakthrough".

She just wanted to step forward to obstruct and explore the twelve escape routes she had just thought of, but saw that Armando had raised her wand and aimed at Professor Twelve Trees who was hovering on the broomstick in the treetops, a lightning-like green Mang twisted and rushed out of the forest, and shot at Professor Twelve Trees.

"Killing Curse!"

　　 "Why did you use the Unforgivable Curse!"

Melissa no longer knew what to say, she just felt that she deserved it. Armando specifically tortured her for the sins she had committed, but she did not have the sense of responsibility as she said in her own tone. On the contrary, she was Standing with his back leaning on Armando, he raised his wand, ready to meet the rest.

　　 "It's over, these are really black wizards." A similar black air also covered her face, and Melissa's voice became thicker.

At the moment when he saw the green light flashing, Professor Twelve Trees was surprised. He wanted to find two hapless guys who gave Grindelwald back to the pot, but he didn't expect to provoke two incredible big guys. He only saw him. Holding the broom head tightly, pulling it up suddenly, and waving the magic wand frantically with the other hand, the big tree in front of him grew swiftly and violently with the vine man clinging to the trunk like an inflated one, firmly covering him.

　　 He yelled, "Be careful, it's a dark wizard!"

Immediately afterwards, the green light hit the canopy of the tree, and after winding for several meters like a reptile, it wiped a new leaf, and the whole towering tree fell into death in an instant, became gray and decayed, and by The obstacle curse hidden by the strong light of the Death Curse reached the position where Professor Twelve Trees had just been in the blink of an eye. He hit the broom's tail severely and cut off half of the broom, turning the mount into a wooden stick. Professor Tree fell quickly.

　　The branch under his feet softly extended to him, and firmly embraced Professor Twelve Trees who had lost his broomstick.

　　 "Don't come near!" He repeatedly asked the professors.

　　 "Principal!" Looking at the professors who were quickly surrounded by Professor Twelve Trees being attacked, Melissa said bitterly, "I have to wait for my sister here!"

"That's why we have to run out!" Amanduo seemed to have completely lost his mind, and all kinds of black magic were thrown out. As a long-famous wizard, he knew his current state better than anyone else. What can't be beaten, can only rely on powerful, more fierce black magic, "I can't let the Hogwarts sign hit me."

　　 Melissa shook her head with a wry smile. Although Armando still cared about Hogwarts's signature behavior at this time is a bit funny, it's not just a problem of signatures.

　　 "Listen to me, Principal, I'm going to wait for my sister here," Melissa repeated, "If we all run away, Joe Kunda will fall into a trap later."

　　 "What do you mean?" Armando slowed down the pace of the attack and asked vigilantly, "If you want to leave me behind and run away, I will definitely take a step ahead of you, understand?!"

"I understand, Professor, you were such a person when I was a student," Melissa shook her head, "It just so happens that I'm a little curious about something...something in Ifamoni, and you need to do things outside. , So, before I can stop them, run to a position where I can apparate as much as possible."

"What?" Armando didn't believe that the traitor of Hogwarts would be so kind, but before he had time to ask, he saw Professor Sykes had raised his wand and rushed towards the ten who had just landed and just saw it here. Professor Nishu.

　　 "Principal, don't forget what you promised me!"

　　 Noting the abnormal movement on the ground, the professors moved closer, and Armando didn't have time to think about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com rushed towards the weak area behind.

Professors Ifamoni who cared about the principal seemed to be stunned by this operation. Under the deterrence of Armando’s death curse, they did not form an effective encirclement. Armando took a note in his heart without looking back. Ran.

　　 Melissa stood opposite the vigilant Professor Twelve Trees, panting, until a strong smell in the air suddenly disappeared.

She chuckled, brushing her hand across her black cheek, revealing her true face in front of Professor Twelve Trees, gently letting go, and the wand silently fell on the moss-covered ground, and inserted it diagonally into the soft soil.

　　 Professor Twelve Tree's face showed a surprised expression.

"You are…"

"I'm Melissa Sykes, the former Hogwarts Professor of Curse," Melissa exclaimed with a surviving expression, let out a long sigh of relief, and introduced herself with a smile on her face, "Clashing with you It wasn't my intention. I was also under threat. Did you see the dark wizard who made me run away after being broken?"

"That is…"

　　 "As you think, Professor Twelve Trees," she said softly, biting her lip, "That's the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dupete."

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Professor Twelve Trees suddenly felt a little pain in his head.

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