My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Things are getting serious."

The man grabbed Little Jack's hand, slapped his pistol back heavily, squeezed the back of his hand, and woke the confused little Jack.

"You... shot him to death?"

Little Jack still didn't recover from the surprise. As long as the wizard chanted the spell, an invisible iron curtain would stand beside him. Such an ordinary, even steel helmet might not be able to break. How could a pistol take a wizard's life?

"How is it possible," the man shook his head, holding the back of Little Jack's hand and helping him tighten the handle of the gun, "how could a Muggle weapon hurt a noble wizard? It's a pity that we were a long time ago. You can only rely on this kind of thing.”

"You killed him with bullets?" Little Jack still didn't give up asking this question.

"No, my marksmanship is poor, but he's definitely dead," the man held Little Jack's shoulders and pushed him back hard, "even the lowest-level wizards, we don't have the right to take their lives. , this is the rule of magic, if you stay here, they will take their anger out on your head, I can see you are a trained soldier, run with them and disperse into the crowd , the farther you run, the better!"

Little Jack subconsciously ran in the direction of the man's push, turning his head as he ran, "Then what do you do?"

"Don't underestimate me, young man, I'm a veteran of the Civil War."

Little Jack didn't think much, raised his hand and fired a shot into the sky, he loudly evacuated the audience gathered in the ruins, suddenly turned his head and looked at the man: "But isn't the Civil War already over? Has it been a hundred years?"

The man ignored him, just pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and waved at the audience. A few inconspicuous people left their seats and walked towards him against the crowd, blocking the fleeing audience behind him. .

"I forgot to introduce myself, my previous job was teaching, and now my job is quarreling," the man waved at Little Jack, "If you can still remember what happened today, then we will meet again one day. "

"Good luck to you, sir."

Those who moved forward against the crowd had the same expressions as men, regardless of gender, age, or age, they patted little Jack on the shoulder as they passed by, and sent the most sincere blessings, as if they were dying with generosity. Determined, I just want the sparks sitting in the theater to bring the truth out.

Now, even the inefficient Ministry of Magic is aware of the urgency of the situation. Just as little Jack found Martha and his wife, the five Aurors were already standing on their only path. Liang flew to the side under their spell, Little Jack clenched his pistol tightly, his heart tightened, and the battlefield instinct that had not yet subsided in peace told him that these five new wizards were stronger than the previous Leng Touqing who found fault. Not just a little bit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pity that you saw us," the leading Auror said mildly, not taking this group of Muggles dozens of times his own seriously, "I hope you will cooperate with our work. , take your seat, and we will help you eliminate this unpleasant memory."

Although his attitude seemed extremely polite, everyone felt a great insult at the same time. Is it a matter of course that his memory was erased? People straightened their backs angrily. The deeds of killing the wizard just now filled their hearts with confidence to fight against it. They turned their heads and looked at Little Jack, who was comforting his wife with a pistol.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd, Little Jack smiled bitterly in his heart and went up to meet him.

"Is this the thing that hurt the underage wizard?" The leading Auror glanced at the gun in Little Jack's hand, and before he raised his hand, the gun had turned into an equally dark one. The starling, the red mouth kept making "quack quack" noises, which added some dark humor to the scene. The Auror smiled disdainfully, hooked his fingers on his wand, and the starling broke free from Little Jack's hand. out, flew towards him, leaving a string of dazzling bird droppings on the ground along the way, "Sir, you don't need to erase your memory, you just need to come with us later, but before that, we need to recover that boy illegally holding a wand."

Standing in the center of the auditorium, Jokunda heard the Auror's words, and her ears moved. She finally drained the rain that Jin was holding, held the boy's hand, and put his arm down.

"Are you a witch?" said the Auror in a commanding tone, noticing Jokunda beside King. "Help us bring back the boy and the wand he was holding."

The words of the Auror came into Jokunda's ears, she gritted her teeth, and the face of the kind and enthusiastic middle-aged hunter appeared on the shore of Lake Ontario. Nelson, who she regarded as her father, was also caught by the American Aurors. Go, erase the memory, forget his cherished daughter, and forget her... She clenched her fists and poked her well-manicured nails into her palms, but she was unaware of the pain, she didn't want the same tragedy to happen to her again It happened around me, so I turned around slowly, stroked my hair, smiled and said softly, "Sir? Is this a magic wand?"

"Isn't it?" the Auror said rightly. "It's not a wand, so why do Muggles use magic?"

Jokunda looked past the Auror and looked behind him. The Wanbo Park was already in chaos. She cursed inwardly Nelson, who should have appeared long ago, and looked at the Auror who was already surrounded by reinforcements. , A few American friends who were about to be knocked down, felt a heavy burden on them.

"Damn... why hasn't he come yet?"

Jokunda's murmur caught the attention of the Auror, who worried that Jokunda was secretly chanting a spell, and shouted loudly: "Look up, what did you say?"

"I said sir," Jokunda smiled and raised Kim's arm to show the silver device to the Auror, "I think it looks more like washing powder than a wand."

"You!" The Auror raised his hand in exasperation, realizing that the witch opposite was playing tricks on him.

"Jin, listen carefully, the alchemy prop in your hand is a new version, I haven't seen the real thing, but I heard that he shared his most proud magic with it," Qiao Kunda lowered his head and said to Jin Quickly said, "You don't have to suppress your anger. Now that he doesn't show up, anything can become our hope in a desperate situation. Are you willing to have your memory erased and then be bullied by your brother's 'friend'?"

Jin bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"We're in trouble, and I can't teach you anything," Jokunda bravely confronted the Aurors, the red Disarming Charm looming close, and she raised her wand and shouted, "I hope you'll still be there tomorrow. remember me!"

The transparent barrier rose in the nick of time, flicking the spell to one side, and a wild, whimper-like roar emanated from Jokunda's throat, and several more spells flew, Sniff sniffing from her neckline. She came out and handed out a small sparkling silver ball. She caught the small silver ball and pressed it hard, and the restored broom that once took her to escape from the house and took her across the ocean appeared. In her hands, Jokunda jumped on the broom while running to dodge the spell, flew high, and picked up a thin old man. Before the Aurors could react, she had already passed them. Fly to the entrance of Expo Park.

Jokunda knew very well that these five Aurors were not something she could fight alone, and she couldn't even procrastinate. The best solution at this moment was to use their tasks to delay time. If Nelson saw that she didn't care. He must be surprised that this is not the Qiao Kunda he knew at all.

This young witch, who had changed too much without knowing it, put the old man in her hands in the most chaotic crowd, turned her head, saw the two Aurors chasing behind her, and showed a sincere smile for the first time.

"She looks like a lady I've seen," Masha murmured, looking at Jokunda's back, "a lady who used to exchange foreign currency with me."

"What time is it, I'm still looking for acquaintances here." Little Jack was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. There were three wizards standing in front of him. The man in the middle was even teasing his pistol-turned starling. , "Quickly think of a way."

Martha bit her lip. If there was a way, she wouldn't say such a strange thing. She turned her head and looked at the wizards who were watching from behind the black door frame. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. She turned slightly sideways, Hiding behind little Jack, he took out a crumpled magazine from his pocket, turned straight to the last page, and quickly wrote on it with an eyebrow pencil:

"We were besieged by French Aurors at the main venue of the Expo Park in Paris, can anyone help us?"

The ink smudges and smudges, covering the text discussing the battle at the Witcher's Fair and Dumbledore's sudden appearance with Grindelwald, a line of bold text appearing in the front of the page like Nelson's.

"Paris Ministry of Magic is persecuting Muggles again, is someone going to rescue them and give these **** some justice by the way?"

Masha's mouth couldn't help but open into a circle when she saw the unbelievable words in front of her.

"The secrecy laws are so outdated, and I'm here, obviously a **** stinky brat picking things up."

"I saw it too. I'm a Muggle-born, and it's really uncomfortable to look at."

"Will foreigners be arrested in France?"

"Didn't you look at Grindelwald or there was no one close?"

"As long as no one sees your face, even if your family lives next door to the French Minister of Magic, they can't do anything about you. I borrowed dozens of Galleons from a fool the other day, and I'm still drinking at the Chilean Pavilion. What about frog juice?"

"So you stole my money, **** thief."

"Let's talk about your affairs later. I have witnessed the whole process. They are really bad. I have already seen a witch rush out. Why should we only be embarrassed by the United States? The French should also taste this feeling!"

The dense text was refreshed several times faster than just now. Seeing Masha dazzled, little Jack turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm trying to figure out a way, Mr. General."

Martha rubbed her eyes and saw a new sentence on the last page.

"One thing to say, pure passers-by, but magic exposed in front of Muggles should be like this..."

This statement was extremely abrupt on the last page. It only existed for a moment before being overwhelmed by all kinds of fierce speeches.

As a avant-garde magic magazine, The Quibbler's loyal readers are almost all radical supporters of the magazine's remarks, and those who can chat and discuss in the magazine on the first day of the Expo are all fans. Fans, they not only like to be naysayers, they like to be different, they like progress, and they like riots.

Jokunda flew high and rushed into the concrete forest connected by high-rise buildings in downtown Paris. Although her magic was not high, her level of driving a broom was higher than that of ordinary wizards by not many Nelsons. After the two chasing Aurors, she let out a heavy breath of turbid air that had been held for a long time, closed her eyes, raised her wand, and appeared beside Jin again.

Before she could say anything more, she grabbed a lucky spectator again, this time just happened to catch Martha, and in a scream, she flew away with Martha.

The leading Auror's face stinks like an insole. He looked at Second General Heng Ha next to him, and said softly, "You guys go and grab her together. It's enough for me to watch here alone."

Martha screamed and ascended into the sky, "The Quibbler" slipped from her hand, opened the pages like a butterfly, and floated towards the crowd. The strong wind and rain ripped the spine of the book to shreds, and the pages were scattered and scattered. Come, soaked in the rain, the outdated news printed on it slowly disappeared, becoming a blank sheet of paper that is no different from the last page.

The "hum" beside the Auror leader spun and disappeared, and came back with four brooms in a short while.

Just as the two got on their brooms and just took off to chase, a black shadow galloped from behind the black door frame, grabbed a lucky audience member, and sped away in the opposite direction to Qiao Kunda.

Someone took a shot.

In the Chilean pavilion, a wizard who was discussing with the salesman whether he could change a real frog into a chocolate frog suddenly fell silent, grabbed the napkin on the table, and wrapped it around his face.

"So you stole my money!"

He looked up and saw an angry witch standing in front of him, funny that she also had a silk scarf around her face.

The two looked at each other, and the wizard took out a grass-green lace purse from his pocket, threw it to the witch, and said softly, "We'll talk about it later?"

Under the strange eyes of the sales clerk, the two held each other's hands tacitly, and the wizard looked out the window in the direction of the black tower of the main venue, and disappeared with the witch Apparition.

More and more wizards are leaving the tour. Some have brooms, some can Apparate, and some are ordinary people who simply step on the trains that are running on the streets. The masked people see each other, just Greeted softly.

The situation has become serious. Not only are the Aurors busy now, but other personnel from the French Ministry of Magic have also received their own tasks. Ironically, the communication tool for them to accept the task was not long ago from Nurmengard. Small silver **** imported from the Magic Factory.

A cloud bigger than Grindelwald's arson hangs over the French Ministry of Magic, almost all out of their nests, upholding the broken laws of secrecy.

A lot of spells have fallen on Jin's side. Although there are many people protecting him, compared to well-trained Aurors, Muggles who can only use simple magic are almost useless, and they are in a one-sided battle. Down here, the outraged wizards are still on their way.

Fear, anger, sadness... all kinds of emotions flooded into his mind. For a while, he didn't even know what he was thinking. All that was left in Jin's mind was the desire to survive and a blank space, but this kind of simple and complex emotion only belong to people.

As if responding to his call, the neatly twisting sound of gears came from his arm, and the people who heard the movement looked like Jin, and the whole earth suddenly shook and trembled.

I passed the main venue of the Wizarding Fair and looked towards the hidden place. Above the high wall at the entrance, a silver cloud was slowly condensing, approaching rapidly, and countless red eyes looked here.

And the two high walls spurted out hot steam in the smog of magic and the sound of the gears turning. They stood up and gradually took the shape of people, showing their god-like backs in front of the world.

Jokunda, who fled quickly, put down Masha and was about to repeat her actions, but the sound of the broom breaking through the air came from behind her, and she kicked her legs **** the ground and continued to fly forward, not forgetting all the way. Two more words for Nelson.

But Nelson had come, even though he himself was still on Tom's back.

But the falcon chirping that resounded through the sky has awakened everyone.

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