My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The air under the shade of the trees was inexplicably cold. Professor Twelve Trees stretched his hand to the top of his head, through the messy silver hair, scratching his numb scalp. Obviously, this accident started from a simple Grindelwald and Dumbledore's fighting method has become the current situation where two former Hogwarts professors watched if Ivamoni was caught.

"I believe we don't want to see this kind of scene happening right now," Melissa stretched out her hands and said helplessly, "Presumably with your wit, you can see that this is just an unsightly coincidence."

From the beginning to the end, she did not use to explain the relationship between herself and the explosion just now. This undoubtedly kicked the decision-making ball back to Professor Twelve Trees—as a principal with a complicated composition, Professor Twelve Trees needs to consider. It is not only the identity of the surrender suspect and the wanted criminal, but also the complex impact of the trip. If Professor Sykes is really arrested and her identity is made public, her country of origin, England, Hogwar What kind of attitude will I give here, and the Magic Congress of the United States, which is eager to get rid of the stains of the Second Salem experiment, is bound to include the part about "cooperating with the anti-witch organization Second Salem" in her identity and wanted order. A big fuss, will the attitude of the British Ministry of Magic, which was splashed with water at that time, change again? If the British Ministry of Magic takes a tough attitude and loses its backbone, can the American Magic Congress and the American magical world bear their anger?

He knew that Melissa's defection was somewhat hidden. She was not the real person who cooperated with Second Salem, which made his thoughts become more confused and his head hurt.

Professor Twelve Trees pressed his temples tightly with his thumb, and the painful sensation covered his non-stop migraine when he stepped into the forest. He remembered the fact that he was almost ousted by power and did not know what deal he had reached with the country. The young minister, Nobby Rich, who became ambitious, opened his mouth to the lion at the negotiating table and the helplessness and complaints of Norton II afterwards made Professor Twelve Tree clearly understand that the fugitive in front of him was not simply arrested. Big trouble that can be solved.

"Damn..."

But he still couldn't reveal the whereabouts of Grindelwald, in order to let the children from the pheasant no longer experience the tragedies that he had witnessed. In these years, he has already put down his position and dignity, even like his ancestors many years ago. The same, bear the sin of betrayal.

He raised his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his muddy old eyes: "At least there is good news for now."

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked knowingly, smiling.

"Your Amando Dippet, who should have been in the soil a long time ago, still has some abilities, at least it's useless to be caught on the spot." Professor Twelve Trees' blue veins on his forehead twitched, and the soreness caused by pressing his temples can no longer cover He got a headache, and there was no hint of any subtlety in his tone, and he almost pointed to his nose to curse, "But why don't you just run with him?"

"I don't have the abilities of the principal, and I dare not conflict with so many excellent professors of Ifamoni." Melissa covered her mouth and chuckled. She already understood that the old principal in front of her was different from Armando, and was a sensible person. So she made a fragile posture deliberately, "So I just grabbed it, didn't I?"

Armando’s breakout bought time for the conversation here, but until now, seeing the chase hopeless, the professors hanging in the air reluctantly turned their broomsticks and started flying here.

"You know how to Transfiguration?" Professor Twelve Trees narrowed his eyes and said, "Unexpectedly, Iphamoni would have to become a place to hide dirt at this time."

"Principal! The black wizard's spell is too fierce, we can't catch him!" The nearest professor approached and shouted in mid-air, "Fortunately, you caught another murderer!"

"This is my own." Professor Twelve Trees shook his head helplessly, "I will report this to His Majesty Norton."

Opposite him, Melissa, who lacks a magic wand, has completely transformed into another person. Professor Twelve Trees stared at this bizarre casting, and gradually narrowed her eyes.

"What...Principal, didn't they just stay here—"

"She is... Forget it, just say it yourself." Professor Twelve Trees was too lazy to make up excuses. He raised his chin and said in a hoarse voice to Melissa Nunu, "Tell them what you do."

Melissa nodded, squatted down and picked up the wand on the ground, gently patted the dust on it, stood up and looked at the professor in the air, and greeted generously like a girl who just walked out of the campus, "Professor Hello, my name is Martha. I'm sorry, my mana is a little low, and I couldn't stop the black wizard who just tried to invade Iphamoni."

Melissa at this moment is almost exactly the same as the Martha she met when she left London, only a little fuller and more mature, and she seems more confident.

Looking at Melissa's young but unfamiliar face, the professor in the air asked in confusion, "Are you... a fresh graduate? But why do I feel I haven't seen you?"

"I'm from England, professor, and just immigrated from there."

"British?" There was a trace of hostility on the professor's face, after all, not long ago, the terms of the British made them disgraced.

"I wanted to be a teacher and professor since I was a kid."

Melissa didn't seem to see his expression. She raised her blood-filled arm with a scar and didn't know when, and put a strand of green silk hanging from her forehead behind her ear. This scar reminded the professor. In response to her self-report of "trying to protect Ifamuni and fighting hard", her weak movements also softened his eyes, and the teacher is always used to believing in innocent young people.

"Do you want to treat the wound first."

"It's okay, Professor, this is just a minor injury," she shook her head, and continued to introduce herself generously: "But I am not pure blood, and Flitwick and McGonagall are better at the same time, so the Hogwarts school The board of directors didn't take me into consideration. Under the introduction of my childhood friend Nelson Williams, I traveled across the oceans and came to the United States. He told me that there was a group of friendly wizards who were willing to accept different people."

"Oh, of course!"

Hearing Melissa's seemingly calm compliment, she quickly stunned her face. The professor showed an expression of appreciation and approval. Facing the school founder’s motherland, her feelings of inferiority and disdain were completely satisfied. If he understands a little bit more Son, you will know that McGonagall is not pure-blood. As for Flivy, you only need to look at him to know that he is less like a pure-blood wizard. The identity of Nelson’s childhood friend also made him feel good, even though he was from the United States. Wizards are ashamed of the initiator, but for them, the Magic Congress that did that kind of thing is even more humiliating, not to mention that he and Nelson once had a good teacher-student friendship, so he said gently, "Those British lords only look at the bloodline and family history. In my opinion, you can delay the kind of dark wizard, even though injured, it is definitely better than those of Frovi and Magnum."

"It's Flivy and McGonagall, Professor."

"That's not important." This professor from the Goblin Academy is a wizard who specializes in healing magic. He is sitting on a broomstick and waving his wand. On his arm, "They are rigid and decayed. You are right. We are indeed more willing to accept the different."

He didn't notice the murderous look in Professor Twelve Trees behind Melissa.

"Do you agree with me too? Professor!" Melissa showed an excited expression, turned her head, and looked at Professor Twelve Trees with hope. The girl's posture was undoubtedly revealed, "Great! Professor Twelve Trees, there is another one. A tolerant Professor Ifamoni is willing to recognize me!"

The professor on the broomstick said in confusion: "This is..."

"she-"

Before Professor Twelve Trees could finish a word, Melissa turned her head quickly, and said quickly like a renegade, "I want to find a job in Ifamoni, in order to learn more about the teaching profession. Professor Twelve Trees recognized my enthusiasm, but he said that there may be some problems with my British immigration status. Look, Twelve Trees teacher, he recognized me!"

Melissa turned her head and looked at Professor Twelve Trees with the flies-eating expression on her face, expressing her heartfelt joy.

She told her story of crossing the ocean with excitement. After adding some magic to Martha's actual story, her self-report seemed so real and moving.

Professor Twelve Trees' eyes that wanted to kill could no longer hide, countless words and emotional auxiliary words rushed out of his eyes, making eye contact with Melissa emotionally.

"Are you crazy? I'll give you a chance to run quickly, and don't make trouble for Ifamuni, what are you doing?"

"You let me introduce myself, Master principal." Melissa smiled Mona Lisa.

"Aren't you afraid that I will arrest you and hand you over to Congress?"

"You will not."

Professor Twelve Trees is angry. Compared with Melissa, who has a bachelor attitude, he has too many things to consider, and he dared not blatantly submit criminals, not to mention that he did not go to the day when the time was tight. Opportunity for the Norton II meeting.

"What the **** do you want to do?" He breathed out a suffocating breath and asked softly, "I don't want to cause trouble for Ifamoni."

"Professor, I promise I won’t cause trouble! When I first came to the United States, I had always been an apprentice in a tailor shop in New York, and I didn’t even dare to use magic. Will firmly grasp the only remaining opportunity!"

At this moment, the professors around them got together more and more. After exchanging what they heard, some sentimental professors even began to secretly wipe their tears. Professor Twelve Trees who saw this scene was almost annoyed. You guys are normal. Why can't you feel the same way when you ask for funds from yourself? He remembered a rumor he heard when he secretly visited Newmontgard-there was a haunting, moody high-level man who liked to say that his subordinates were thrown to the South Pole as punishment. Perhaps he could consider submitting a proposal to the school board to allow the principal to have greater arbitration power. NS.

"Principal, what happened to the British immigrants? Isn't our founder Aesop Isothel an immigrant who came to the Americas from Ireland?" This is a later female professor. She came from the south and heard about May After Lisa's story, she couldn't help but think of her days when she studied under the discrimination of students in the north.

"Principal, are you also considering her ancestry? The founder of our Goblin Academy is even a mochi!" The professor who arrived the first time also responded, "As for the origin, our flower garden administrators don't even know. Where did we come from, but don’t we still accept her? This child came here from a remote and conceited Britain just to find a slim opportunity. As a school for teaching and educating, shouldn’t we encourage this kind of dream? ?"

"I don't know where the garden manager came from?" Melissa's eyes showed a hint of joy, and she found the person who had been curious.

"Principal, her friend Nelson was also our student."

Several more professors expressed their support. These lovely teachers have always recognized the dreams of young people, and there are some professors who are skeptical, but they just stopped in the air and did not speak out against them.

"Are you stupid to teach?! Return her old friend? If she can be regarded as Nelson's old friend, then I am Merlin's father!" Professor Twelve Trees wanted to scold these words out loud, but he didn't. With words, the old wizard who had compromised all his life once again made a compromise choice.

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"puff-"

Somewhere far away from Ifamoni, Armando's tired body suddenly appeared in the wilderness. The cover magic when he had just escaped almost consumed the last trace of magic in his old body, so that there was no apparition after the transfer. The strength to stand upright, can only pounce heavily on the sand, there is no gleam in his eyes, and he can't even climb up.

"I...I can't fall down, Barry is still waiting for me to find a way to heal him..."

He whispered weakly, and soon fell into a coma. I don’t know how long it took. When the wind and sand covered him with a layer of yellow, a pair of exaggerated orange leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. His foot was dancing an irritating tap dance.

Armando woke up from a trance, the owner of the shoes stood still, poked him in the back with the cane in his hand, and a greasy voice followed.

"Professor Dippet, I thought you were dead, it really made me find it easy!"

The master of the voice slowly squatted down, and Armando lifted his neck laboriously, and saw the familiar, treacherous, smiling face like a mask.

"It's you... Daguerre," he spit out the blood-sprayed sand, and uttered a little, "You fellow, did you come to see me making a joke?"

"No, no, no," Daguerre took out a handkerchief and placed it on his hand, as if afraid of getting something dirty, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com pinched Armando’s chin, ignoring the old man’s cervical spine health. He raised his head at a difficult elevation angle and said with a smile, "I'm here to save you."

"Will you be so kind? If you want to save me, why didn't you come earlier?" Armando wanted to move his head back, but Daguerre's hands were as strong as iron tongs, and he had to laugh at himself. Smiled, "Are you estimating my price? It's like picking a piece of meat."

"How come, Professor?" Daguerre took a look at Armando's unopened eyelids, and threw his head and the handkerchief on the ground. "You are priceless."

"What do you want to do..." Armando snorted, feeling infinite sadness in his heart. At the beginning, he was also a famous wizard, but now it's just fish on the chopping board.

"I said, I'm here to help you," Armando heard the sound of "欻欻", as if Daguerre was writing. After a while, a small bottle of potion pressed against a piece of paper and was He put it in Armando’s ear, “This is Isabel’s'medicine', and the address of the things you want, but I advise you to go early. After this weekend, they may not be there again. went out."

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