My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The more you go in, the less and less wizards and Muggles in fancy clothes. Beside the Pythia sculpture, there are only a group of wizards in serious wizard robes talking to each other. They look more serious than the guys on the outside. a lot of,

Nelson raised his hat slightly and greeted a familiar guy.

"Are you here too?" This is a warm middleman, with a strong Mexican accent and a slick face, looking like a handsome man, Nelson nodded, remembering who he was, and seemed to be a certain A small leader of the Ministry of Magic in a small country, he had seen this face in the center.

"Come and have a look." Nelson nodded, put on his hat, and walked towards the sculpture of Pitia.

"Do you have any amazing products this time?" The man didn't seem to notice that Nelson was not talking, and trotted to keep up with him, rubbing his hands together and asking.

"Isn't this exhibition organized by the French Ministry of Magic? I think they may have more good things that are worth noting."

"I see," the man took out two gilt business cards from his hat and shoved them into Nelson and Tom's hands, smiling, "I'll focus on your factory from start to finish!"

After all, he bowed and left quickly.

"A person like this won't lose money anywhere." Tom tutted in amazement.

"It's just too tiring to live."

"Who would feel tired if they make money?" Tom shrugged, and the two reached out to Pitia's sculpture almost simultaneously. Tom also covered the back of his head with his other hand, for fear that the statue would take revenge. Give yourself some more.

"I advise you better not to do this. After all, no lady wants to be evaluated for vengeance."

"I think my head is more important than the feeling of a statue."

However, when the two people touched Pitia's skirt like stinky hooligans, the imaginary "revenge" did not appear, and even they were not able to enter the hiding place. The two people froze in place, touching the skin. Tia's skirt looks more like two stinky hooligans.

The air seemed to be stagnant because of this. Fortunately, no one around noticed the embarrassment here, and they were still immersed in their conversations.

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow flew out from the statue and smashed towards Nelson. He subconsciously erected the barrier, and within a second he saw the face of the flying object - a little boy with a frightened expression, he held his head, Tears and dirt were mixed together, looking ugly, the barrier disappeared instantly, and the little boy flew towards Nelson's arms.

Just when the two looked at each other and didn't realize what was going on, another boy flew out from the statue. Tom was not as kind as Nelson. He ducked sideways, and the boy flew back against his legs, as if he was being He was knocked back by the Obstruction Charm, lost his center of gravity, slid a few meters against the ground and hit the gravel ground heavily. The clothes on his back became tattered due to friction, and the exposed skin became the same as the clothes. Bright red blood immediately soaked half of his body.

He looks older than the child in Nelson's arms. The two wear almost the same Muggle clothes, and there are many similarities between their eyebrows. They seem to be brothers. Wrapped up, as if it had been snapped and glued together, he didn't let go of his wand despite the situation, and Tom, who noticed this, nodded approvingly.

"Is this caught stealing something?"

Before the two could express their guesses about the two children, the next second, an arrogant voice came from the statue.

Followed by a young man in a wizard's robe, he smiled mockingly and glanced at the crowd, first staying on the little boy in Nelson's arms for a moment, then quickly moving away, settling on the one. The boy lying on the ground in pain.

Immediately afterwards, two other people appeared behind him, their faces also had mocking smiles, and the three of them pointed their wands in the air, where an old man with white hair was floating helplessly in the air. His back was hunched, his body was thin, his ribs and spine were so distinct that they almost penetrated the flesh, and a strangely thin calf hung weakly in the air, looking like it would shatter when touched.

The clothes on his body were also extremely tattered, covered with mud, and the dripping mud almost fell on Nelson's beloved hat, and his face stinks visibly.

"Hey, Ferdinand, guess what we found? An old cripple!"

The guy in the lead, in a pompous tone, each word wrapped in several uvula trills, made it irritating to hear, and they passed between Nelson and Tom to the boy lying on the ground, Ferdinand.

At this time, an attraction came from Pitia's sculpture. After the person on the opposite side passed, Nelson and Tom could finally enter, but they let go of their hands almost at the same time, turned around, and looked at the place where the conflict occurred. .

No one noticed Pitia's head bowing, and no one could read her emotions wrapped in stone.

I saw the boy lying on the ground twitching in pain, but the range of motion quickly diminished. He resisted the pain and got up from the ground, ignoring the sand and stones inserted in the wound, howling like a mad dog. With a cry, he waved his wand and rushed towards the three.

"Yo, I still have the strength to bounce~" The three of them almost made a irritating uvula vibrato, and in the roar of laughter, the old man fell from the air, "Let's see if you can catch your ragged grandfather."

Ferdinand rushed forward anxiously. There was no obstacle in front of him, but his anxious mentality made him lose his balance. The silver rope that flew from behind the three caught him at the last minute, preventing the old man from falling to the ground.

Ferdinand looked forward gratefully, but as soon as he raised his head, his wand swirled away with a sound of "weapon except you".

Having lost his weapon, he wailed, and dashed forward with his hands and feet on the ground. He slammed into the barrier in front of him firmly, and his entire face quickly swelled up.

The wand swirls into the head of the man's hand, and he catches it lightly, skillfully tore the tape, and gently folds it.

Twisted?

The surrounding onlookers suddenly showed surprised expressions, no matter what, such behavior was unacceptable to the wizard.

"A crappy mudblood like you doesn't deserve to use a wand," the person in the lead quickly answered their doubts, but this extremely vulgar word quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the people around him, he didn't care, he took care of himself "Since Beauxbatons mercifully gave you the opportunity to steal magic, why don't you take advantage of it and take your disgusting Muggle grandfather and brother to defile the hiding place?"

He waved his wand gently, and Ferdinand fell to the ground like a broken sack and was dragged by him with the Flying Curse. How could a skinny wizard with his bare hands and wounds fight against the three tall enemies? He gave his answer to the spectators around him.

When he flew to the feet of the three, he opened his arms and hugged the calf of one of them, biting his calf muscle like an irrational beast.

The person who was bitten let out a pained cry, followed by a furious counterattack. A small curse like a storm hit Ferdinand's body like raindrops. His exposed skin swelled, shriveled, discolored, and grew strange. Switching back and forth between the forms of things, the spectators took a deep breath and turned their heads wisely, not wanting to see this mentally polluted scene again.

The little boy in Nelson's arms suddenly twitched with fear. Nelson sighed, took off his hat and buckled it on his head. The brim of the hat was not wide enough to cover his eyes. He looked at Tom, only to see a sullen Tom. Take a step forward and walk towards the backs of the three of them.

They are still swearing with all kinds of ugly words, but the people around them for various reasons, maybe the foreigners don't want to meddle in their own business, maybe they think this kind of thing is normal, or maybe they are worried about offending Under the secrecy law, no one stepped in to stop them.

"I'm also a Mudblood," Tom's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at the rickety figure who was trampled on by the three of them and kept spitting out slugs. There was a touch of disgust in his eyes, and then a flash of indignation. With a wave of the wand, the three perpetrators were bounced off by an inexplicable force, but the boy lying on the ground had lost the ability to resist or even act. He bit his lip and said softly, "You can talk to me. ."

A silver rope that was exactly the same as just now flew from the side and dragged Ferdinand to a safe area. Several wizards with unbearable faces stepped forward to observe his injuries.

"What a shame for France."

"Since you call yourself noble gentlemen, I think we should solve the problem in the most gentlemanly way, what do you think?"

"What do you want to do? British?" The young man in the lead twisted his neck, turned his head to look at Tom, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Looks like you are still a student? You came to Paris for a pilgrimage during the holidays and saved a lot of money. Bar?"

"Ah."

Tom chuckled lightly, squeezed the fingertips of the glove, and slowly pushed it down from his hand. The black hair that spread like splashes of ink covered his eyes, and the three people standing opposite seemed to see from under the black hair. A palpitating blood red.

Their breathing stagnated almost at the same time, their hearts seemed to be clenched by a big hand and lost their power to beat, the blood in their veins seemed to freeze as if they were frozen, and their consciousness became sluggish because of this inexplicable fear.

The first thing that the leader thought of was not the fear of the wizard in front of him, but that his cowardly behavior would make him lose face. He sneaked his knees against his companions, causing them to stumble forward. Blocking himself, which seemed to do wonders for courage, he mustered his courage and barked sharply at Tom.

"Go away, hide in your weak Dumbledore's arms, and cry with him."

"I advise you not to meddle in your own business. If you insist on doing this, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will not mind you."

"For a guy like you, I'm afraid there is no money for treatment, right?"

"Don't come here!"

Seeing his threats become weaker and more amusing, the onlookers around showed narrow smiles.

Tom waved his arm and dropped the glove precisely on his face.

"I invite the three of you to a duel," his figure suddenly became illusory, "No matter what, you have to accept it."

The three of them nodded almost at the same time, and their expressions became muddled in an instant, obviously affected by some kind of curse similar to Imperius or Confusion Curse. When they realized what they had just done, it was too late. Fear or regret, Tom's figure has appeared in front of them.

"Thank you, chop," Tom said softly, approaching the head of the man's ear, "I'm worried that no one will help me vent my desire for destruction. Thank you for giving me reasons and giving me this opportunity."

"Your indifferent eyes make me more uncomfortable than the hail of bullets in the past." Nelson stood up, covered the little boy's eyes with his hands, and glanced at the surrounding bystanders, showing a disappointed expression. Looking at the three young people who were playing with the old man, their wands dazzled like a stain on a canvas in the sun, "Tom, don't worry too much, this can be used as the opening ceremony of the World Expo."

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How can a guy who only understands bullying be Tom's opponent? They lay on the ground without organizing any effective resistance. Tom didn't use any powerful spells, just used those on Ferdinand. He recited all the little curses, and with the help of his magic power, those little curses became even more terrifying, and they spit out even more disgusting slugs.

"Is your brother a wizard?"

Nelson squatted in front of the little boy and asked softly.

The boy shook like a sieve and nodded vigorously.

"Are not you?"

Nelson touched his head, retrieved his hat, stuffed a silver ingot into his pocket, waved his hand, and the folded wand flew over and was stuffed into the little boy's hand intact.

"If you were a wizard, what kind of person would you want to be?"

The little boy was too young to even understand what Nelson meant or how his destiny had changed. He looked at his grandfather and brother lying on the ground ignorantly, with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, your brother is fine."

Tom walked slowly to the boy who was knocked down by the three, and the crowd watching him automatically made a way for Tom. Some of them looked at Nelson not far away, and whispered with the companions around him, the boy remained the same. Unconscious, with a disgusting slug lying on the corner of his mouth, his arms were in an unnatural embrace, as if subconsciously he was still hugging someone who was doing violence to his elders, Tom bent down and squatted on the ground, With his wand, he rubbed the boy's dusty and shoe-marked face lightly.

He still hadn't woken up after being stimulated by the outside world, but the wand that Tom had rubbed against it had worked, and the boy no longer vomited slugs, and his breathing became easier.

"It's so weak...it's so weak." Tom shook his head, waved his wand, and the comatose guys rose into the sky, and slugs fell from the sky and landed on the head of the Auror who was near here. superior.

"Do you want to stop us? Because we help you punish these vile guys a little bit?"

Nelson let go of the little boy, spread out his hands, turned the wand in his hand, and slipped directly into his sleeve. He gave up his arms, but no one of the surrounded Aurors dared to take a step forward. After taking off the hat, someone has already recognized his identity.

"It doesn't look like you don't want to set up a Muggle Banishing Charm. Someone wants to see this, does it?"

He took a step forward, and the Aurors became more nervous and raised their wands, but these wands looked like a salute, neat and harmless.

"Forget it, I can't ask you why," Nelson held down his hat and shook his head. "Let's go, Tom."

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