My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Huh? Why did the rain stop?"

A man with a funny mustache on his face pushed open the door of the cab of the excavator and stuck his head out. The front of the machine was full of earthwork dug from the ground by tourists. He pushed his glasses with satisfaction, Dorian. Weasley's voice came out of his mouth. He stretched and was about to find a place where no one was there to change his face. He remembered the man he had learned in the history of magic class who liked to be burned and was repeatedly deliberately numb. The medieval witch captured by Gua couldn't help but sigh, "I should study Transfiguration in school."

The raindrops fell on the pair of glasses he "borrowed" from Muggle tourists, obscuring his vision, and the turbid scene around told him that there were not many people lining up here, and Dorian was a little fortunate and a little disappointed, "So good. things, their enthusiasm only lasted so long."

He grabbed the handrail of the upper and lower doors and jumped down, almost stepping on the man who was rolling on the ground. Dorian carefully avoided him, took off his glasses from his face, and finally the surrounding scene was completely presented to him. In his eyes, his pupils contracted violently, and his expression was filled with horror: "Here... what happened?"

Devastated, tourists crowded the entrance of the park, and most of the French faces were sitting in all the places where they could sit in pain. , dodging eyes shuttled through the crowd, and Dorian recognized that kind of eyes, which was the weakness that animals only showed when they were looking for traces of natural enemies.

"Here... what happened?" Dorian repeated the question just now, but no one answered him. The French engineer who was responsible for introducing the machinery to the tourists was leaning on the armor of the crawler, with the same expression as many around him. Pale, he rushed to the engineer's side with a brisk walk, held his shoulders, and pulled his eyelids open, "Hey, are you alright? Wake up!"

The engineer raised his eyes and looked at Dorian in bewilderment. His mustache slipped from his lips, revealing the face he had met the engineer the day before. On his face, he forced a smile: "It's you...Sir, our project can only be experienced once."

"Damn, why do you care about these things at a time like this, what's going on here? Did someone attack the Expo Park?"

Dorian shook the engineer's shoulders vigorously, trying to keep him awake, but the brutish amateur rescue nearly shook the injured man's brains, and just as the engineer was about to vomit, he finally picked up a little strength. , holding down Dorian's arm, his expression suddenly became very frightened, with Dorian's unexpected strength pulling him closer to him, gritted his teeth, and made the smallest sound with the greatest strength: "Run quickly. , Paris, infiltrated the devil! Run!"

"Demon?" Dorian suddenly understood that the

"Sir, I didn't lie to you, if you have the spare energy, just run with more people," the engineer snapped away Dorian, "they came here seventeen years ago and destroyed everything about us. Now they must be here again"

Dorian was staggered by the sudden burst of power from the engineer, and sat in the puddle. He looked around blankly, and many recovered Parisians were grabbing the hands of tourists beside them and spreading " Anxiety brought about by the devil.

"Seventeen years ago...was it a saint?" Dorian murmured with a dazed expression, "Didn't you say that the French memory cancellation office solved all the follow-ups?"

"Run! Run! Run!"

The engineer who just came off the battlefield seems to have returned to the meat grinder full of gunpowder smoke. The ghosts from the unknown are roaring and approaching him from all directions. They have the same appearance as themselves, but they have their own kind- - People, regarded as insects and playthings.

Dorian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Desperate to know what was going on, he looked around, and when he was sure no one noticed him, he raised his arm, covered his wand with his body, against the engineer. 's temple, and said softly, "Legislasia."

He had never used such a difficult spell, but faced a Muggle. Even the most difficult spell would become easy. The success rate only depends on whether the spell caster's spoken language is standard or not. He didn't notice that, Aberforth, who was wearing a dragon leather jacket, appeared behind him, caught the sporadic raindrops with his hands, and put them into his mouth without hesitation.

"Familiar taste."

With his hands in his pockets, he stood behind Dorian, waiting for the wizard to appear in Muggle Expo Park.

The milky white mist was pulled from the engineer's temple, and his soul was forced to return to that afternoon seventeen years ago in the tearing of memory. He was shivering with his childhood favorite train toy, hiding in the attic. Outside the window is a black veil with teeth and claws like giant squid. It expands rapidly as if woven by the goddess of doom. It gradually fills the streets, blocks the sky, and blocks the sun. The huge Paris can't contain its devil's body at all. The attic window was squeezing under the enormous pressure from outside, and all his hopes were tied to this thin window, something that shouldn't exist in the world and put millions of people in Paris. Thousands feed on their flesh and rejoice in their fears.

The engineer curled up beside the armor of the crawler, hugged the non-existent locomotive, raised his head and looked out the window as he did seventeen years ago. I don't want to see that black monster anymore.

Looking at the main venue of the World Expo - the colorful tower, the bright colors lifted his spirits. It would be good if he lowered his head or closed his eyes at this time. In the future countless days and nights. , the engineers thought so regretfully.

The sky is broken.

Just like the precarious window, the scene from seventeen years ago coincides with the present at this moment. Behind the colorful tower, the originally boundless sky is like a landscape painting framed in a mirror frame, shattered. , the ferociously dancing black veil was squeezed out from its cobweb-like crack, and then, with a wailing straight to the bottom of my heart, the black veil that squeezed out of the crack was cut off, but then, the black The blood gushed out from the neat section. The engineer didn't know if it was blood. The liquid stayed in the air for only a moment, and then burst open together with the truncated black veil, becoming a mass of continuous rolling and twisting. The rain of blood, like the scars of the sky, fights back at the cracks like broken mirrors.

At a certain moment, he saw a sharp, clean, silver steel claw, like a gust of wind and thunder, cutting the black veil into two pieces, he did not spy on the whole picture of the figure who defeated his nightmare, he only remembered it like a starry sky Dazzling silver, those perfectly sharp feathers couldn't even compete with the world's most famous swords.

...

"good."

Unlike Dumbledore and Tom's endless slaughter between transfiguration and curse, Nelson and Grindelwald's fight is more dangerous and unpredictable, and it is not like an ordinary wizard. Move, each time it appears for no more than a moment, often the figure of Grindelwald has just appeared and released a spell, Nelson's spell has already landed on his foothold, but this attack is also difficult to work, Nelson's magic The spell simply penetrated Grindelwald's phantom, the vision that briefly stayed on the retina.

The silver warrior clenched his fists and made a self-defeating blow at Grindelwald, but his attack only penetrated the afterimage of Grindelwald, and was hit by a black light that followed, the deformed puppet. The figure stagnated, and in an instant, dense cracks covered its body. With an explosion, this fearless warrior made a seemingly unnecessary sacrifice. Countless large and small parts flew in all directions with the explosion. Back to the way he started.

Grindelwald's praises floated from all directions, and he even applauded when he had time. For a time, it seemed like a dozen Grindelwalds in the sky gave Nelson applause together.

"You're like a sponge, anything that gives you more weight is accepted without reservation."

Grindelwald's eyes revealed a great reward. While a dozen applauding figures were pierced by mayflies, magic spells or swords, sharp counterattacks followed one after another. They were not released at the same time, but his apparition and spellcasting. The speed was so fast that it was like a clone, which made Nelson, who was fighting and retreating, exhausted. The exhaustion made his perception dull, and also made Grindelwald's figure more elusive.

Compared with him, Nelson's response was not so calm. More than a dozen beams formed an airtight net in the air, and mercilessly blocked Nelson, who was wrapped in it, so he couldn't move. At the moment of forming the net, all kinds of rays of light bloomed, and there was no magic beyond the understanding of ordinary wizards, but with Grindelwald's collocation, it broke out more effective killing than those powerful magic spells.

Quiet, the ultimate quiet.

The light of various colors merged together and turned into pure white, which was particularly dazzling among the Voldemort bats that covered the sky. A huge white ball of light burst into a dazzling dazzling light that surpassed the sunlight. Its magic seemed to swallow even the sound. , making Nelson in it even more dangerous.

Tom didn't care about Nelson's comfort, not only because Dumbledore, who taught him, knew almost all of his magic and habits, but also because of his tenacity and firm trust in Nelson, he didn't worry.

The ball of light swelled violently, turning the sky over Paris instantly white, but before anyone noticed it, it shrank immediately, carrying the fishing net hidden in the light, trying to capture the naughty Nelson.

"Den-"

With a crisp sound like a broken string, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, showing an unexpected expression, and saw a cat so white that it almost merged with the ball of light to break free from the **** that was bound to lose, it seemed to be walking In the forest, walking in the middle of the forest, walking on the threads of magic power, when the magic spell he stepped on was about to erupt, he had already jumped to the other side, forcibly found a way out in the Jedi, and the white cat stretched its limbs. , escaped the shackles and jumped into the air.

But Nelson didn't have time to celebrate, and he didn't have the mood to celebrate. His figure disappeared instantly and appeared in a tricky corner of the battlefield wrapped by Voldemort bat. He clenched his wand in both hands and sent it forward with force.

Grindelwald was also watching the battle from this tricky angle. He turned his head and saw that the surface of Nelson's black walnut wand was wrapped by pieces of rapidly polymerizing parts. The moment it really touched Grindelwald, the slender The wand had turned into an incomparably sharp pointer sword, stabbing hard at the weak point in Grindelwald's lower back.

Grindelwald waved his wand lightly, preparing to Apparate away, but he was surprised to find that he was unable to perform Apparition. His eyes noticed a few silver gadgets floating in the air, which were hit by him. The shards left by the broken warriors, they fell in all directions, in exchange for Nelson's snare at their own sacrifice.

In an instant, a sharp sword penetrated Grindelwald's body.

He turned his neck, turned his head, smiled and looked at Nelson with a dignified expression, "Yes, in order to win, any means should be used, you have taken the first step to becoming a great person, Nelson, this trick is called kidney hit, eh?"

Nelson was drenched in rain or sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water. He was panting, and he didn't have the strength to chat with Grindelwald.

In his eyes, the complex battlefield is covered by more complex lines, and countless figures stand around the battlefield. This is what he and Alexander got together, where Grindelwald may appear. At this moment, these phantoms slowly disappear one by one. , Returning to the real Grindelwald in front of him, he combined prophecy with Alexander's computing power to create this magic that can almost predict the future in battle, in the face of many powerful enemies and even watching under Mount Ilvermorny Dumbledore and Grindelwald achieved a lot of results in their duel, but he now understands that Grindelwald can still be faster and stronger. He is not like those famous dark wizards, except for the fiery There is almost no rare magic outside the application~www.readwn.com~, but this extreme speed can even make the vision of the prophet cloudy.

Fortunately, he has inexhaustible help, as Grindelwald said, he was hit by the kidney.

Contrary to the calm between the two, the silver falcon in the air is engaged in a brutal battle with the Voldemort bat. Its bright shell has become scarred, but the flames burning in its eyes have expanded and become more and more fiery. The Voldemort bat also announced that it was heading for defeat with the wreckage of the broken fingers scattered everywhere. Among the wreckage of the mayfly piled up in the mountains, they were like two beasts from mythology, fighting for their lives.

"Do you believe it? After the Voldemort appeared, I didn't stop at all." Grindelwald chuckled, "I believe you will become extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. It turns out that the Prophet will also miss it."

Nelson didn't speak. He poured the last bit of magic into the hilt of the sword. Under the urging of the wand, the sword body broke through the defenses and obstacles, and spun around with difficulty.

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