My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr Potter, do you need help?"

Credence had to climb to the top of the wagon. The carriage was swaying like a seesaw with the support of the fire hydrant. He crawled over the hole made by the groom and waved at it. He waved his hand, and water droplets splashed down from time to time in the gushing water column, drenching on his hair, but it was instantly evaporated by the still manic magic.

He picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face indiscriminately. The cold touch made him temporarily break free from the pain deep in his bone marrow, and he was able to adjust his hideous expression. The tyrannical temperament that arises spontaneously still makes the people in the compartment nervous.

In the carriage, a young man with disheveled hair was hiding in the corner with a little boy with almost the same hairstyle. He wrapped the boy tightly with a soft cushion and held his wand nervously. His hazel eyes showed an uncontrollable expression. Terrified, but the boy in his arms seemed to give him great courage, allowing him to assume a qualified defensive posture.

The boy looked about seven or eight years old. He didn't seem to realize what happened. The strict defense magic in the carriage made him not really experience the danger of being overturned. It doesn't make any difference to those difficult moves that you play on your broom.

He was even a little unsure, biting the nails of his thumbs and staring at the stranger who came out of the hole in his head with the same big eyes as his father.

The boy and Credence looked at each other, big hazel eyes full of intimacy and curiosity, Credence remembered the purpose of the trip, avoided the boy's sight, lowered his voice, and said indifferently to the young man : "Protect your child well."

The man covered the boy's eyes, threw his head into his arms, wrapped his arms tightly around him, raised his wand and pointed it at Credence.

"who are you?"

"I'd love to tell you that I'm here to help you, but time is running out, and cheating would waste too much time," Credence threw the Galleon-filled purse through the hole and was falling. At the man's feet, "Mr. Potter, to be honest, I'm here to rob."

"Robbery?"

Mr. Potter suddenly realized what had just happened. The French Ministry of Magic had sent at least two Aurors to protect the cargo and their father and son. In addition to the loyal old housekeeper for many years, the three powerful wizards could not stop him. This group of robbers is enough to see their strength.

He gripped the wand tighter, and the desire to survive grew in his heart, but when he felt his son's messy hair, he finally let up his strength, the wand slipped from his hand, and rolled to the floor, towards the hole. direction crossed.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Credence breathed a sigh of relief, he waved his hand, the black magic power extended forward from his forearm, and the big silent hand held the wand to prevent it from falling out of the hole in the bottom of the car go down.

"Get what you want," said Mr. Potter with experience, pushing the purse forward with his foot, tilting his head to the side. "I didn't see your face."

Credence was amused by his words, he laughed out loud, the laughter affected the pain in his lungs, he could not help coughing violently, the black blood fell on the palm of his hand, and it took a while to recover.

Credence released his hand, and the blood stains on his palm quickly rose. He looked at Mr. Potter, he still turned his head to the side, didn't look at himself, and kept saying, "All the cash is in that bag. , The cargo boxes in the back are all the goods to be exhibited at the Expo, I think you probably don't like those things, and they are not easy to sell."

Credence was surprised by this familiar attitude. Compared with his first robbery, this Mr. Potter was obviously a more experienced veteran. He couldn't help but tell the story of the Potter family. There is a gratuitous imagination, linking the shampoo with some kind of robbery.

He shook his head, expelled these strange fantasies from his mind, stared at Mr. Potter who was holding the child tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I found this money bag for you."

"You can leave an address, and I will send you the thank you money when I go back." Mr. Potter said softly, one of his hands was blocked by the little Potter, and he moved carefully into his son's pocket, where It contained a one-time powerful iron armor spell from Nurmengard that he bought with a lot of money, which was enough to ensure the safety of Little Potter. In addition, there was his son's wand.

He still did not lose the desire to resist.

"Mr. Potter, I know you have good dueling skills," Credence stared at him, silent for a moment, then said suddenly, "but for the safety of this child, let's talk frankly, since the purse is me sent back, then you should understand that this is not what I am after."

Mr. Potter's small movements stopped, and he raised his hand to the top of his head, the other hand still holding the child.

"So what do you want? Besides, the most precious thing in our family is the formula for the smoothing conditioner, but it's not in my hands." Mr. Potter was coherent and fast, he said. In his mind, he quickly recalled the experience when he was robbed for the first time a few years ago, and he learned it and put it to use. Expose your identity, and if someone pays you to harm us, I'm willing to pay double the money for your life."

"Really?" Credence asked rhetorically. "You know, you have a treasure in your hand that is more precious than everything in this carriage, and I want it."

Mr. Potter, who seemed to have suddenly forgotten his tenet of "seeing no one's face", turned his head sharply and looked at Credence.

"Looks like you already know what it is, yes, the Invisibility Cloak."

Mr. Harry stared at Credence's face, all kinds of complex emotions flashed on his face quickly, before his eyes appeared the face of the robber a few years ago - half of his face was condensed by black magic The hideous mask covered him, and the other half of his face that was exposed was exactly the same as the man in front of him except for a few more wrinkles!

"It's you!" Mr. Potter stood up excitedly, the unfortunate child in his arms almost fell to the ground, he pointed a finger at Credence's face, and shouted, "You're here again!"

"I'm here again?" Credence pointed to himself with a somewhat inexplicable expression, "Have we met before?"

"No wonder you left a large sum of money for me to repair the carriage, so you have to rob me again! Is this interesting?" Mr. Potter clenched his right fist and slammed the door beside him.

Credence only thought that he was venting his emotions, but he did not expect that Mr. Potter's punch opened the hidden compartment in the interlayer of the car door, and a delicate wooden box was revealed from the hidden compartment and presented in front of the two of them.

"Please, really take it away this time! I've had enough!" Mr. Potter seemed to have completely forgotten his robbery situation, and his complaints like a cannonball made Credence a momentary commander. He was speechless, "If you still have the intention of returning it, please change your mind! It's not possible, you can just throw it in a trash can, and no one will see it anyway."

Credence only felt that he was a two-foot-twelve monk, and he couldn't figure it out when he raised his arms. His expression changed for a long time, and he said, "Be serious, I'm robbing."

"What was that last time? Exercise?" Mr. Potter angrily stepped forward and shoved the wooden box into Credence's arms. "Also, didn't you leave? Why did you come back?"

In order to figure out what the robbed object was thinking, Credence mobilized silent magic, and felt his emotions from the magic flowing in Mr. Potter. After feeling it, he became more confused, and he simultaneously He felt resentment, surprise, and doubt in Mr. Potter, who seemed to regard himself as an old acquaintance.

Credence didn't say much, shoved the wooden box into his arms, and left the roof of the car. After walking for a few seconds, he folded it back again and threw a slightly smaller purse into it.

"The groom's medical bills and your car repair money." He stuck his head in blankly, and quickly backed out.

"You've already given it! Damn, since you're going to take it, why not just say it? Is it just to make that **** repair bill work? What kind of weird fetish is robbery? How in the world could there be Such a strange person? Why don't you change the robbery next time? I think the Malfoys are good, their family is rich enough, and there are more treasures..."

Mr. Potter sank into some indignation that Credence could not understand, and he went on and on, not noticing that Credence had gone far.

Credence deftly got out of the carriage, clutched his chest and walked to the groom who was lying at the bottom of the carriage, bent down and rolled his eyelids, paused for a while, and walked towards the street where Nagini was. go.

The efficiency of the French Ministry of Magic can be said to be not high. After only a short delay, several Aurors have appeared on the street. direction.

Noticing Credence who climbed down from the carriage, the leading witch waved her hand gently behind her back, and the entire team quickly slowed down, forming a formation that could take the lead.

Credence, who noticed the Aurors approaching, not only did not dodge, but instead accelerated his pace and approached the Aurors.

"You've come!" He panted to the Aurors and said while panting, "Have you brought a doctor? The two people in the car are fine, the carriage is well protected, but the driver Tossed to the side of the road, and the horses—"

"Let me interrupt you, sir," the witch interrupted the eager passerby, "did you notice what happened here just now?"

"Yes, and those horses..."

Under Credence's words, most of the Aurors behind the witch relaxed their vigilance. A young Auror beside her saw Credence's breathless expression and stepped forward to prepare. support him.

"thanks."

Credence smiled at him, and the next second, he had appeared behind the crowd, and the swelling magic was attached to his back from behind, and they passed through the bodies of the Aurors, making them in an instant. Lost consciousness, no magic spell burst, no light and shadow flickering, only his departure and the fall of the group.

Credence breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his chest, and walked away quickly. The curtain of the street hotel opened a small crack and quickly closed again.

"Cray, are you so hungry that you can't wait? I found the Lightning Puff you mentioned, but the stall owner changed his name to Lightning—"

Nagini hummed happily and turned around the corner. She trotted, for fear of starving her sweetheart, her high heels beat a happy drum on the stone steps, and her long black dress fluttered in the air, attracting the attention of the people around her. Crossing the corner, she bumped into Credence, who was approaching.

Nagini was wearing inconvenient high heels, and suddenly lost her balance. In a scream, Credence grabbed her waist and supported her - the flying skirt and the raised black hair, The handsome gentleman and the beautiful lady, with the sunshine and breeze on their faces, actually put on a dance curtain call pose on the street where the crowds were running away.

They were almost face to face, looking at each other, Credence hugged Nagini's waist, she held Credence's chest, and time seemed to freeze until Nagini couldn't help being beaten any longer. The tickling from the soft underbelly that Radens had hooked with his fingers pushed him away with a smile.

"It's so itchy..." She smiled and shook her head, holding up the paper bag in front of Credence, "I just stole a piece."

"You can eat it all, if you like."

"That won't work, what if you starve to death." Nagini tilted his head and asked curiously, "What are they running for? Why is it so lively when I walk on the street?"

Credence didn't have time to answer~www.readwn.com~ Nagini had already walked to the street just now, craned his neck and looked up at the empty street where the crowd had completely dispersed. Terrible scene.

"Hey...what's the matter?"

"Car accident," Credence dragged Nagini back with a new word he had just learned, "let's go, by the way, what did you just say the stall owner changed its name to? ?"

"Oh," Nagini glanced at the street one last time, withdrew his gaze without reluctance, turned and said, "It's called Flash Puff, and it's said to celebrate the victory of the French Patriotic War as fast as lightning."

"It's still quite appropriate."

Credence was speechless and didn't know how to evaluate it. He took out a "Flash Puff" from the paper bag and put it into his mouth to slowly chew. It felt like a lightning strike.

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