My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nagini, do you want to eat puffs? I remember that there is a special lightning puff in an alley facing the street."

Downstairs in the inn, Credence, who was holding Nagini's hand, suddenly released her. He looked at the carriage coming from the street and muttered, "One, two, five... five, in the dark. Two more."

"What? Didn't we just finish dinner?"

Nagini put his hand on Credence's arm again and shook his head. "Have you forgotten?"

"Really? Haha, I'm a little dizzy, this delicate pastry is really not suitable for me," Credence raised his eyebrows, scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled, "My stomach even remembers Can't get up what I just ate, so can you buy some for me? I'm so hungry now, I can't walk."

Looking at Credence's silly smile, Nagini couldn't help but smile. She stretched out her arms and took out her wallet from Credence's pocket with a smile.

"Wait for me here," Nagini waved his wallet at him. "How much do you want to buy?"

"You can figure it out, I'm going crazy with hunger."

Nagini patted Credence on the forehead, turned and walked towards the corner.

The carriages on the other side of the street were galloping, and the pedestrians around them avoided them unhurriedly. They were not only used to walking swaggeringly on the road, but also used to dexterously dodging the increasing number of trucks these days. The horse is too handsome, and still attracts the attention of many people.

Nagini was walking on the sidewalk, not paying attention to the horse-drawn carriages ramming down the street.

Until when she was walking across the street corner, the carriage was heading towards you, and the tires swept through the sunken puddles, splashing the muddy water on the surrounding pedestrians. Nagini hid sideways behind the bulletin board on the side of the road, Dodging the splash of mud, she lowered her head and looked carefully at the new dress Credence had bought for her. Seeing that it was still as clean as ever, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around, looked at the rows of dark boxes on the receding carriage, shook her fist at it in dissatisfaction, quickened her pace, turned the corner, and turned into the path Nelson and Tom had passed the day before. middle.

The moment she turned the corner, the sky over the main road changed.

The horses pulling the cart were somehow frightened. Their front hooves ignored the coachman's whip and plunged deep into the ground, their rear hooves raised almost simultaneously, and their mud-covered shoes slammed into the ground. He was hit **** the face of the coachman behind him. He didn't have time to control the carriage. He only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body was thrown out in a burst of weightlessness. During the extension, it hooked to the electric pole on the side of the road, the whip suddenly straightened, and then broke suddenly under the strong inertia of the carriage. fibers float in the air.

Even in a state of weightlessness, the coachman still drew out his wand, and he pointed it to the ground, looking for a chance to save himself, but the remaining whip made a crisp crack in the air, and it slammed hard. On his wrist, the groom didn't have time to cast his magic, so he let go of his hand in pain, his wand flew out, and he fell heavily onto the carriage. He slipped from the carriage and lay in the mud puddle, losing consciousness A second before, he saw a **** hand holding the half of the whip and slowly dissipating in the air.

"Six." Credence leaned against the roadside wall, caught the flying wand, held it in his hand, and covered his face with his raised collar.

It all happened in an instant, and it was too late for the people around to react.

The horse turned forward unbalanced, its front hooves still firmly planted on the ground, the horse's back flipped around in the air, and hit the ground heavily. , the quick-responding passers-by only had time to dodge to both sides, the tough reins tightly tightened the horse's body, and the rough skin was instantly rubbed with bloodshots, and the horse's head was first on the ground. With a whimper, their beautiful backs with fluttering manes made an intimate contact with the ground.

The reins were broken one by one, but they still did not stop the carriage from rushing forward. The wizard would not care if the carriage was overloaded or not. The carriage that lost control was rampaging on the street, and many passers-by who were blocking its forward direction even closed their eyes. , kept drawing a cross on his chest, hoping to find a good place in the sky after death.

However, the imagined scene of casualties and injuries did not happen. The revolver of the carriage sank into the puddle on the street. Without the horse, it lost the ability to adjust its direction. With the leaning of the body, it rushed to the left. The lightning strike broke the electric pole, dragged a flame, and rushed straight to a small shop on the side of the road. The newly built fire hydrant of Paris City Hall was knocked away by it. The farther away the red dot was, and then, the carriage's site rested on the remaining half of the fire hydrant, and its four wheels were hanging in the air, turning helplessly.

At this time, the citizens who were in danger began to flee around. They didn't realize that the carriage was so strong that it didn't look like a carriage. None of the boxes fell. Only the big box that was piled on top was broken due to the bump, the heavy wooden lid was turned up, and the stuffed sheepskin bags were scattered all over the floor. One of the sheepskin bags was tied by a delicate silver chain, spinning It crossed the heads of the crowd and hit the back of a man who was running.

He was smashed firmly, a horse lay on the ground with a pestle, the heavy bag almost pressed his internal organs out, and after a while, he got up from the ground with blood on his face. Cover your mouth and cough a few times, a few broken teeth appear in the palm of your hand.

The angry man turned around and pushed **** the bag that almost killed him, but when he stepped down, the bag stood still, but there was a burning pain in his toes, and the man's face suddenly turned blue and purple. , but a touch of gold exposed by the looseness of the silver chain almost blinded his eyes.

An almost impossible guess rose in the man's heart, his movements became gentle, he looked around carefully, and when he found that the passersby around were fleeing in the opposite direction, he threw himself on the bag and slammed it hard. The exposed gap was widened, and the shiny gold coins came into view. The man took a deep breath, unable to exhale the turbid air for a long time.

He was wrapped in the joy of the rest of his life and the surprise of the windfall, and he almost fainted with happiness.

But this happiness didn't last for a few seconds. Just as he was holding the sheepskin bag and imagining the lavish life in the future, a pale hand reached down from the top of his head, grabbed the neck of the purse, and lifted it easily. up.

"what--"

The man raised his head and glared angrily at the uninvited guest who robbed him of his wealth, but his eyes widened and he couldn't see the man's face. The back of his neck softened and he fell to the ground feebly.

"If you find something, you must return it to the owner."

Credence gave him a stiff smile, and used his toes to gently tug at his lower back. The man seemed to be hit by an elephant and flew out, but his body was swept away by a burst of black magic that quickly dissipated. The package did not suffer any damage.

Credence held the purse in his hand and leaned against the wall, watching the figures he had paid attention to from the beginning among the crowds fleeing in all directions.

An Auror with a top hat rushed out of the phone booth on the street corner, holding the disconnected phone in his hand. He was about to call for reinforcements, but he kept his voice when he noticed the fleeing citizens around him.

"Damn, the amnestic office may not be able to retrieve everyone!"

He stomped his feet angrily, threw back the phone in his hand, and ran to the carriage panting, but his momentum was quickly stopped, and a strong tourist slammed into his arms, The Auror was almost knocked out, the trained Auror quickly pulled out his wand and adjusted his state, looked up and saw the tourist's black pupils, such a conspicuous magic power on the streets of Paris is like the moon in the night sky, He felt that he had found the perpetrator of the accident, and the tourist even smiled defiantly at him and rushed into the crowd at a faster pace.

"Stop!" The Auror dropped the hat that was in the way and rushed forward.

"Five."

Of the remaining five, two were hiding in the carriage, and one was staying in a room in a roadside hotel, unable to see the way out.

Credence loosened his collar and walked to the carriage with the purse in hand.

In his eyes, a striking figure was rapidly approaching him.

"There is an emergency, here is East Street West..."

A flustered witch was sneaking towards him, her hand raised to her mouth, and Credence could clearly see that in her hand she was holding a small silver ball belonging to the French Ministry of Magic. The three-color emblem of 's came out from her fingertips, and she noticed Credence, who was walking backwards with the crowd, holding a wand in his hand, his pupils dilated slightly, and he brought the ball around his mouth closer.

"There's a wizard at the scene who—"

It was too late to say her words, and in an instant, Credence's body collapsed like a foam, turning into a thick cloud of black smoke, like a demon escaping from hell, penetrating the body of the fleeing Muggle ahead , the hideous face rushed towards her with a wild laugh.

Before the witch even had time to raise her wand, she silently rushed in front of her like a gust of wind, her shapeless black claws squeezed her clenched fist, and slowly exerted strength, the small silver piece used for communication. The ball was crushed and deformed in her hand.

Credence didn't stop, went straight through the witch's body, and turned back into the shy man behind her, while the witch who was back to back with him closed her eyes and fell softly to the ground. Dens reached out his hand, supported her back, and placed her on the ground in a comfortable position.

The wand slipped from her hand, and the witch's expression was not very good, as if she was in a nightmare.

"Four."

Credence looked up and looked at a window across the street, the person behind him was a long way away, but the two realized almost simultaneously that they had spotted each other.

Under Credence's gaze, the beige curtains behind the window slowly closed, and a tacit understanding was reached in an instant.

"Three."

Credence took a deep breath, and there was a dizzying pain in his heart, and the silent erosion had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making every movement of his magic power accompanied by incomparable pain, he took a deep breath. With a breath, he held the right arm holding the wand tightly with his left hand, pressing down on the spasms that were unbearable for ordinary people, his originally pale face became even paler, his body swayed, his shoulders against the wall, his chest undulating violently.

"Cough cough ... hurry up, there is one last one."

The last person didn't need him to look for it, because he had already delivered to the door.

A tricky red light shot from the armpit of a dashing passerby, and someone hiding behind him attacked the suddenly deteriorating Credence.

Credence didn't have the energy to dodge, the curse shot at his abdomen, but passed through the body that suddenly turned into a black mist, hitting the brick wall behind him, leaving a large black spot on the stone brick. pothole.

Credence took a deep breath and put aside the two Aurors who looked like trainees. This one should be the Auror stationed on this street.

He shook his head with a wry smile. Before, he could raze this street to the ground in minutes, but now he has to use his brain to deal with these people.

"Should I thank you for making me work hard so that I don't become demented?" Credence lowered his head and said to his chest, and then, another red light shot from another angle, This Auror is not only experienced, but has no regard for the lives of the Muggles around him.

This time, Credence didn't dodge. He saw that it was the same spell as before - the disarming spell. He let the red light hit his body, and the wand in his hand flew out and fell on the Dao magic spells come from different directions.

The Auror also clearly relaxed his guard. How could a wizard who has lost his wand make any noise? He simply left the crowd and walked towards Credence, ready to arrest~www.readwn.com~ But the moment he showed his face, a black hand stretched out from the air and grabbed his throat. He was dragged through the crowd and pinned to the wall against which Credence was leaning.

"You...uh...gum..."

The Auror couldn't breathe well and could not speak well. Credence was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a little force from the black hand, the Auror rolled his eyes and fell into a coma, but this time Credence was not so gentleman, he let go. Auror, let his head hit the ground.

"Two...one big and one small."

Credence took a deep breath, put the purse on his shoulders, and walked towards the stranded carriage. The main body of the carriage was still intact after such an accident, except for the one whose roof was smashed by the groom. The big hole and the chassis penetrated by the fire hydrant. The broken fire hydrant spewed a thick water column, which just poured out of the hole on the roof, turning the carriage into a unique fountain.

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