My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The clouds were smashed by the mighty force higher up, as if an invisible hand was holding a giant sword capable of piercing the sky, and the clouds were smashed to pieces. The sun finally fell on everyone, dispelling the chill brought by the rainstorm, accumulating The water and wet clothes were misted with mist, which was supposed to be a hot and humid, unbearable discomfort, and strangely, most people just felt warm, as if returning home on a snowy winter night, with a fire in the fire. There was just a pot of hot tea at a moderate temperature.

On the streets of Wanbo Park, the rising mist shrouded the muggles holding their heads and wailing, as if being embraced by their mothers. The nightmare brought about by the fire dissipated, leaving only memories that could be seen directly. They looked around and saw another city hiding in Paris that had not appeared for hundreds of years and thousands of years. The dark shadow left by the colorful tower in the stadium saw the pierced sky and the two ancient gods standing up from the fog.

They are too tall, tall enough to block the sun in the sky and become the new sunshine walking on the ground.

The falcon chirping came from far away, as if from a more ancient time, and as if from an unpredictable future, among the scattered clouds, iron feathers stirred the wind and clouds, and the speed it showed was completely the same as that of its huge body. Unmatched, fast like a silver lightning, it spread its cracked wings, lifted its scarred head, and announced its arrival to everyone with its broken beak.

The silver shadow flashed by and smashed heavily into the ruins of the colorful towers in the main venue of the Expo. The glass shards on the ground were crushed into finer powder by the strong wind, and its wings hung down like a solid fortress. Covering the Muggles who had not yet escaped, the news of the silver falcon breaking through the hidden barrier spread quickly among the wizards. Although it seemed to be broken at the moment, no one dared to underestimate its power, and its The determination of the man behind it.

A row of delicate feathers shot out from its back, stuck in the muddy ground, and a line of silver was drawn bounded by the black door frame with the curtain hanging.

A wizard who covered his face with all kinds of outrageous materials sneaked through its wings and responded to the call for help in "The Quibbler". It was a lifeless sculpture, and the members of the Ministry of Magic who came to reinforce saw it as immobile as a mountain. With luck, they wanted to mix in with the crowd, prevent the dispersion of Muggles here, and maintain the last dignity of the secrecy law.

They walked forward slowly, the silver falcon did not move at all, and their courage became a little bigger, and they quickened their pace, but when the first wizard reached the border next to the black gate, his footsteps suddenly stiffened, making him The colleague who couldn't stop in time behind him bumped into his back.

"What's wrong? Are there any magic traps here?" Looking at his tense colleague, the later wizard stepped over the silver wire, supported him with one hand, turned his head and shouted loudly, "Alert! There is an ambush!"

Their steps stopped in unison, and the wizard who crossed the silver line first twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the colleague who also crossed the line. His eyes slowly moved to the colleague's forehead, and the large beads of sweat from His forehead oozes out, his teeth chatter uncontrollably, and the moment he crosses the line, his heart is filled with instinctive fear, and when he sees the red dot on the top of his colleague's head, this fear finally erupts uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

The colleague couldn't see his forehead and asked anxiously. Suddenly, he noticed the red light beating on the forehead of the wizard he was supporting, and his neck rattled like a rusty clockwork. In the clouds, he saw an emotionless pitch-black pupil. This pupil shone with the luster of metal and magic. The pupil was slowly rotating at a constant frequency. Scattered and turned into a rigid mayfly, locking on every enemy that might have an impact, and meticulously carrying out the preset tasks.

The black magic power is flowing around the huge pupil, and the attraction from it seems to drag him into the abyss across the sky. The negative emotions from Peeves were removed by Nelson and left in his creation. In the middle, the emotions that have been accumulated for thousands of years can make the hair of any person who is watched stand on end even if they are separated by thousands of meters.

"Are you afraid of me?"

He seemed to hear a demon whispering in his ear, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably. The next moment, everyone in the French Ministry of Magic wizards saw locked red dots on each other's foreheads, and none of them would think He was the lucky one left in the crowd. Against the background of each other's panic, fear erupted like a downpour just now.

And the Aurors who were playing with the surviving Muggles in the Second Salem were also lying on the ground peacefully and unconscious with the help of the wizards who rushed to the rescue.

Seeing that the situation here was about to get out of control, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, the Auror leader who was blocking the audience by himself simply put his wand back in his pocket, slowly raised his hands, and let the wizards lead the audience to escape. , Even in order to express his sincerity and practice his "Junjie" life creed, he simply raised his head and did not look at their faces.

But after seeing the pitch-black pupils exposed in the increasingly broken clouds, he immediately lowered his head, smiled and nodded at a pair of passing wizards and witches, then closed his eyes, and was struck by the dazed strong light. fell to the ground.

…

With the Black Gate as the axis, on the streets symmetrical to the battle situation here, the Aurors who prevented Nelson and Tom from leaving were experiencing the battle that Nelson should have experienced.

The wizards, led by Johnny and Joseph, showed a formidable strength that was completely inconsistent with their image. These once mediocre people burst out with extremely strong fighting power in the face of enemies that might hurt those they cherished. The flames used to boil water, the water used for starching, the ropes used for tying... All kinds of daily magic, with the help of the little silver **** they pulled out from time to time, even fought with the well-trained Aurors. They were evenly matched, and even slightly overwhelmed them, compressing the living environment of the Aurors into the extremely narrow square in front of the black tower.

"So funny…"

Penguin's face was flushed with excitement. He was different from everyone in the group. Alone, he didn't care about Muggle relatives, friends or Squib children, and he had no determination to dedicate his life to any noble cause, but he was bored. The pursuit of "interesting" is purer than most people's beliefs. He watched these mediocre colleagues in the past burst out powerful magic under the support of their beliefs, and used those magic spells that almost everyone can master. He said excitedly: "Most people only know what to do and don't know why, they only know how to do it but don't know why...just like the penguin taught me how to stay hot in the extreme cold, when people are obsessed with one thing, even if it is Even the simplest cleansing spell can be different, how can a lifeless world be interesting? That's the way it is!"

"What the **** are you talking about there? Penguins?"

The next second, a discordant roar broke the atmosphere that the penguins finally created.

After knocking down an Auror, Johnny turned around and looked around the battlefield. He was the most powerful man in the team. He was about to help his comrade, but at a glance, he saw the annoying guy standing in the center of the battlefield. , This irritable wizard was angry, and couldn't help but yell, "Lord Weltning's blood spurted like a fountain of ****, and you were reading poetry there? Damn, can you ** move. Move your **** bird claws, do something, and kill them quickly so we can go to the next game!"

"It's not reading poetry, Johnny."

Penguin looked at Johnny's angry expression and said seriously.

"Oh? What?" Johnny noticed Penguin's solemn attitude, did he blame him? Penguin was reciting a powerful but very long spell, but was interrupted by himself? He couldn't help but feel annoyed, annoyed at his own sloppiness.

"I'm singing, Johnny," Penguin said solemnly, waving his hands like an orator. "It's more fun than reading poetry!"

"I**"

Johnny was almost out of breath, he took a deep breath and pretended that there was nothing in sight, but saw a mass of garbage, Joseph in the front row was hit by the Auror's Obstruction Curse, flew upside down beside him, A stolen wand was shoved into two halves and stuffed into Johnny's pocket. He got up from the ground, patted his butt, turned his head and said to the penguin, "I'll let Scarlett record your poems during the battle. heroic."

"Snapped!"

The strong light of the flash came on, blinding all those facing the penguin for a moment. Just when Joseph was about to curse, the penguin stepped out of the smoke of magnesium powder oxidation, holding a photo that had just been developed in his hand. , threw it into Joseph's hands.

Joseph lowered his head and looked at the photo in his hand covering almost the entire street, not only the Aurors and them who were fighting here, but even the Aurors who surrounded Grindelwald and Dumbledore not far away but did not dare to approach , and numerous wizards who have left the temporary office of the French Minister of Magic to turn the tide of the war.

He noticed that many of them had red circles on their heads. Looking closely at the people in the photos, their images were more or less different from themselves. He carefully observed those who were circled by penguins. The people who got up, looked at their soft desire, and narrowed their eyes.

"Don't we still have a lot of people on standby?" Penguin blinked, "It's not what adults want to unilaterally tear down a high wall. You see, their rotten interior has collapsed."

"I'll let Scarlett polish the report for you."

Joseph nodded and disappeared with the photo.

"Damn, blatantly bribing a colleague, you're shameless!" Johnny, who didn't know what to do, didn't forget to output the penguin when he was exporting magic to the Aurors. His mouth odor finally had an effect, and the penguin shook his head and stood up. by his side.

"You've been working with Joseph for too long. I hope you can get used to working with me."

"As long as you stop reading poetry, please."

Penguin smiled and looked at the Auror who was fighting for some reason, with contempt in his eyes.

"It's boring."

He raised his hand, his wand drew a graceful arc in the diffuse mist, the sun shone around him, and the dazzling ice crystals were as dazzling as diamonds, even clearer and purer than diamonds.

"The rain for adults is purer than the blackened acid rain in Paris." Penguin could not help but sigh, the slender ice crystals formed on his side, like Nelson's mayfly, they flew out like a sharp arrow , for the shackles of the boring group of Aurors, like the fence of the Antarctic glaciers to separate the Aurors and their companions for the time being, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, although the penguin is sometimes not very good, but at least He succeeded in keeping himself from being tied down.

Johnny raised his wand high, slashed down hard, and shouted loudly, "Fire!"

The separated Aurors instinctively raised their hands to avoid the attack that was about to descend from the air, but in the next second, the flames like a volcanic eruption under their feet completely engulfed them.

"Pointing to the east and west, you have learned very well."

"You're annoying, Penguin." Johnny put away his wand. "I'm going to find the projector."

…

"Is this... the magic he is most proud of?"

Jokunda was sitting on a broom, floating in the air, her escape speed slowed down, she raised her head to look at the sky, but it was only a momentary delay, two Aurors had already caught up from behind, in front of her, another Two brooms rose from the building.

She sighed and stuffed the sniffles with her head out into her collar.

Just as she drew out her wand and was about to meet the enemy, a silver light flashed behind the four Aurors at the same time, followed by a burst of red magic light, their bodies were paralyzed for a moment, and the wands in their hands were swept away by four ghostly lights. Mayfly took away.

She couldn't help thinking of what the teacher at the gate told her when she first arrived at the memorial.

"He told us not to be afraid, wizards are as vulnerable as we are, and just as we are weak without magic, they are stagnant because of magic."

"Is that so?" Jokunda turned his head and looked in the direction of Wanbo Park. The two silver giants had already stood up like mountains and walked step by step to the hidden remaining barrier, hitting them with their steam-gushing fists. it.

"boom!"

The remaining barriers collapsed from the location where they dropped their fists, turning into swirling magic residues that collapsed in all directions, and they were swept away by the dense mist, spreading like a tide over the entire city of Paris.

Gradually, a white city with towering buildings covered the map of Paris, full of traffic and buildings, standing on the heads of Muggles who were not affected by the heavy rain in Expo Park.

People in the whole city of Paris broke free from panic, and looked at the tallest building.

In the hiding place, the French Minister of Magic let out a wailing. An accident of this scale can only be made up for by Newt's venom rain, but he is holding a xz snowman picture book, standing by the window in a daze, thinking about the past. right or wrong.

Dumbledore let out a sigh, but quickly picked himself up again, and there was more to do.

Grindelwald laughed, and the saints in black robes appeared beside him one by one, silently admiring the pure white tall buildings rising from the ground.

At the highest point, the dark-haired young man was carrying his blond friend and standing in the wind, the Parisian saw again the man who put out the fire seventeen years ago, but it was not him, Nelson, who could barely stand on his own, smiled. Looking at the city under his feet, he finally let go of his breath and closed his eyes.

"We started over seventeen years ago, Paris."

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