My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I can't help but bemoan your fate, Professor Dipeter."

Nelson held the handrail and stood up from the throne. His face hidden in the mist was clearly exposed in front of the two people on the ground. His expression was covered by the brim of his hat. Armando straightened up in a weird posture.

Armando stood on the spot, motionless. The electric arc splattered from Alexander seemed to be able to predict his actions, and firmly blocked his possible dodge direction. Armando did not dare to apparate and escape because he could clearly Feeling that in the misty mist, there are countless angry eyes staring at him, waiting for him to make undesirable actions, and crushing him into dust in the next moment.

"Sorry, Credence." Nelson's voice sounded beside Credence, "I'm late."

"Sooner or later is the same for me," Credence squeezed out a smile, "As long as Adele is not hurt, you won't be too late."

Seeing this face that he had used for a long time, Credence closed his eyes relaxedly, and then, a plume of smoke condensed from white mist fell from the sky like Jack's bowl of bean vines, quickly engulfing Creddon. On Si's waist, he felt a refreshing comfort, and the tightened magic power slowly loosened, and even the silence inside his body became calm and restless.

Immediately afterwards, as if an iron hook was pulling on his belly button, Credence felt only a moment of dark oppression, and he quickly left the danger zone.

At this moment, everything was silent, and even the small animals living in the trees fled here instinctively. In the huge forest, except for the unlucky big trees without long legs, only Armando and Nelson were left here.

Nelson looked down at Armando, who was motionless. In his eyes, Armando's body was almost completely wrapped in green light. It was like a disgusting parasite, lying on the head of the old principal, using magic to control him. He had seen such a scene in his actions. It was a "masterpiece" once perpetrated by Isabel, who had not yet been buried. It was undoubtedly more effective than the "medicine" used to control the people around him.

Armando raised his head amidst the lingering green light, and stared at Nelson silently. His body is aging rapidly, but the greenery is even more exuberant.

"Are you going to fight to the end? For a vain hope."

Nelson sighed, pressed the brim of his hat, leaned forward, and jumped.

In Armando’s sight, the hem of Nelson’s windbreaker was like a pair of wings, swooping down in the sun above his head, and the magic text that was spinning around his body was spinning like a complicated dial, and he But his figure is like a feather fluttering, hitting every inch of the breeze hovering in the air just right, and stepping on the steam that Alexander’s body exhales every time. Many movements floated down like fallen leaves.

When approaching the ground, Nelson's weightless body suddenly curled up and rushed into the steam from the duct at Alexander's ankle. Immediately afterwards, a pure white cat jumped up and gently touched the top of the steam. When he stepped on, he leaped in front of Armando lightly and stood still in a human form. The long sword in his hand was pointed diagonally at his feet, and this sharp sword that was constantly circulating was in constant change. Even if it is gorgeous and radiant, it is not enough to cover the sharp and sharp spirit of the sword-bearer.

"Hogwarts...teach students to survive with a magic wand."

Armando lowered his head and muttered softly. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if it was squeezed out of a rotten soundtrack. Even this trembling body seemed to be about to collapse, but Nelson did not. Dare to underestimate the slightest, because Armando’s active level of magic power has even surpassed all the wizards he has ever seen. With the help of Isabel’s Secret Medicine, Armando burned his life and desperately took the last stubbornness. Nian is pinned on this hope that is meaningless to anyone.

"I love my wand, Professor Dipeter," Nelson shook the hilt. The parts that made up the sword were scattered and suspended in the air. The black walnut wand hidden in the hilt was shiny, and it looked like it was. He had just been waxed, he raised his wand to his chest and allowed the parts that could not be returned to float in the air to form different shapes. He stared at Armando’s sane eyes, and said softly, "I actually want to To tell you, I am willing to let you go, and I am willing to send you to Barry, so that you have a chance to reconcile with him. The life like Candul can bloom around the only relatives left, but I don't want you."

"I think so too." Amang, who was on the verge of collapsing, cherished his words like gold.

"I can’t make decisions on behalf of Barry, nor can I forgive Credence for your hurt," Nelson took off his hat and nodded slightly. "The principal of Hogwarts must not want to leave in ruin. This is what I am willing to give you. The greatest kindness."

"Barry...hehe," the life-burning Armando seemed to regain some sense of reason. He saw the firmness and suppressed anger in Nelson's eyes, and gave up those meaningless tricks and didn't play the emotional cards related to the school. , Just said lightly, "I sent Barry a portrait. He should be reluctant to open those packages. I asked someone to paint before..."

"I see." Nelson put on his hat and nodded. "Professor Dumbledore might be willing to pick you up... Is this your last word?"

"No," Armando shook his head. "You are a student of Hogwarts, so I will save you."

"Hehe," Nelson said with a smile, "Sorry, I won't."

…

"I don't understand the logic of your behavior. Does black magic really affect intelligence?"

Tom stepped on Daguerre’s neck and waved his wand slowly and slowly like a conductor of an orchestra. The invisible sharp blade slashed his chest with blood. It was not filled with animal flesh like the Daguerre encountered before. Seeing the splash of blood, not only did he feel no nausea and discomfort, he licked his lips instead, seeming to enjoy the feeling of inflicting pain on the enemy.

"Even animals know that predation has to pick weak opponents, do you like to challenge the limit so much?"

Daguerre lay flat on the ground covered with gravel on all fours. Four spindle-shaped cones made of magic power penetrated his wrists and ankles, nailing him firmly to the ground, and countless snakes were on his body. Crawling around, spitting out the letter from time to time, licking his bare skin, their eyes revealed a hungry light, as if they were about to swarm up in the next second, eating Daguerre.

Around them, the original lush trees disappeared, only some scattered wood **** scattered on the ground covered with coke. On the originally flat land, there appeared a small but bottomless mound. Tom is in better condition than Daguerre, who is lying on the ground, but he also changed his clothes. Obviously, an extraordinary battle has just happened here.

Tom thought that this annoying magic merchant was just good at using those clones and tricks to escape, but he didn't expect him to be so difficult in frontal combat. Some of his and Nelson's once opponents' magical skills also appeared like a treasure bag. His body, and the magic he mastered has even exceeded the limit that most wizards can learn in their lifetime.

But even so, judging from the results, the final winner was Tom—he had gone through a fierce battle, and even had to resort to several kinds of magic that Nelson strongly opposed his use to be able to defeat this opponent.

"What do you want to express?"

Despite the fact that I am a fish, Daguerre still showed the self-cultivation of a profiteer, squeezed out a signature smile, and asked with twitching corners of his mouth.

"You, no, why do you always trouble us?" Tom frowned, looked at the beam of light in the sky, and said impatiently. "In fact, whether you want to dominate the world or use power, accept You are not willing to take care of these disgusting meddling, why are you always used to stretch your dirty hands to our side? There are so many things in the world for you to harm you, but why do you like hitting rocks with pebbles so much? Just take Adele Say, there are so many silent people in the world, why do you like to stare at an innocent little girl? Tell me, go find Newt Scamander to buy some goods, and use those magical animals to do your disgusting Wouldn’t the cost of experiment be much lower?"

"Isn't a wizard the most perfect magical animal? What's more, a person with power will never be an innocent girl. As a businessman, my purpose is to provide my customers with the best products and services. ," Daguerre smiled easily, "As long as the price is right, there is nothing that cannot be bought, and nothing cannot be sold."

"So did you buy it?" Tom increased his strength on his feet. Daguerre's face turned purple due to lack of oxygen. He smiled sarcastically, "So what did Dipeter buy from you? Opponent to defeat? That's really funny."

"Ahem... I misjudged the situation," Daguerre still smiled, "If I had known that you had grown to this level, I wouldn't have only wanted such a low price."

"You adults who put people on the negotiating table like this are really disgusting." Tom bent down and put his wand against Daguerre's eyes. The wooden wand was directly on his eyeballs and Daguerre rolled his eyes. Or even a simple gesture like blinking an eye can’t be done, “I’m a little curious, if I want you to settle down, how much will it cost?”

"You can't afford the price, Mr. Riddle," Daguerre doesn't seem to need to use his throat to speak at all, even though he won't be able to get angry, his words at this time can be regarded as neat, "You are also my old customer. I must know that my pricing has always been reasonable."

"So your life is very valuable?"

Tom shrugged, relaxed some strength, and asked with interest.

"certainly."

"Very well, then, what price would you give to save your dog's life?"

Seeing what Daguerre wanted to say, Tom waved his magic wand, and the deadly black light exuding a faint blood penetrated his body. The pain of hitting the soul directly made Daguerre’s body twitch and struggle like a fisherman’s fish on the net. Unable to move a bit under the unbreakable blockade, Tom, as if he didn’t want to get dirty, let a small black snake climb onto his hand, turning it into a black glove, and pat Daguerre’s cheek lightly, doing With a smile like Daguerre, his voice said coldly: "I'm your old customer too, you must know that if you change to Gnar, he is determined not to talk so much nonsense with you, but this will save you. This precious opportunity for life must be firmly grasped!"

…

"Killing Curse!"

Armando held his wand high, and he was a heavyweight when he shot. Nelson thought he had seen many dark wizards, including the dark lord Grindelwald, and he had never seen such a person throwing the killing curse everywhere. The stereotyped Armando's image was quite different, but he did not dodge, even facing the green light coming on his face without blinking his eyes.

"Snapped!"

A slight electric arc flashed past him, and Armando’s curse happened to hit an electric light lingering around Alexander.

Armando narrowed his eyes and raised his wand again.

This attack and defense repeated many rounds, each time ending with Armando’s spell hitting something insignificant, such as the parts of the sword that Nelson had previously scattered, a stone splashed by steam, and a ball of floating. The mist in front of him... the sense of voyeurism in the mist became stronger and stronger. He thought that his magic power after taking the medicine was so powerful that he surpassed Dumbledore's proud protégé, but he didn't want to fall into this frightening situation, even more. What's terrible is that every spell was just properly eliminated, the spell of temptation hit the stone, the spell of the storm was swallowed by the fog, as if every step he stepped on in the script created by the enemy, trance In an instant, he even saw the looming footprints appearing on the ground, and every step of the upside-down stepped right into the outline drawn early.

Armando's body swayed, and the overdraft of the potion made him unable to even stand up to the most basic level. There was a huge magical power but nowhere to use it. The situation that he thought would be quick and fast has even become like a running account. Uninteresting-the spells sinking to the sea are like a clown's burlesque. Nelson, who is opposite UU Reading www.uukānshu.com, didn't even attack, and he had already forced him into this desperate situation.

Nelson even showed a disappointed expression, and kept saying "too much difference" and other sentences that made Armando extremely humiliating.

He wanted to fight to the death, but whenever he condensed a huge amount of magic power, he would be slapped in the air like a fly by the giant behind Nelson.

He just feels like a marionette, even if he casts the curse of dying together, it is just a joke in the play.

"No... I can't die, Barry still—"

Armando couldn't even speak a complete sentence, so he lost consciousness, leaned back, fell into the mud, and the black magic power entrenched in the air was like a sand castle in the tide, disintegrating.

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