My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The world is quiet, and people's ears are echoing the crisp sound of glass breaking.

Alexander's iron fist was melted into molten iron the moment it touched the flame, and even continued to vaporize as it approached the core of the flame, but its body was not damaged. On the contrary, above its fist, those who were destroyed by the flame were The residue was rapidly deformed after it was separated from the main body, and a mayfly waving its wings was like the mist scattered around the iron fist, which made the scene even more grand, and these mayflies would fly back to Alexander's body immediately after they took shape, and new ones were constantly added. The parts of it filled up on its constantly broken fist, and even formed a stalemate with the flames that could burn everything in an instant.

"What kind of metamorphosis is this?" Among the onlookers, some wizards who were also proficient in this way widened their eyes and sighed, "It's really... crazy!"

Wizards with high mana can see the deformation of these mayflies, and each of them is engraved with runes representing restoration. This is not difficult to do, but the difficulty is how to make countless mayflies so that they can Coherently constitute Alexander's body, these people are really hard to imagine, even if a wizard does not eat or sleep, always keep his energy high, it is difficult to create so many complex devices in his life, which is why they think Alexander is crazy.

In particular, Dumbledore, who was close at hand, had a panoramic view of the confrontation between the iron fist and the flame. He had to sigh at Nelson's hard work and talent. After a little thought, he knew almost all types of magic. He quickly understood. The real reason why Nelson dared to challenge the world order.

"Is this the source of your confidence? No wonder you can give magic to Muggles... Your magic does not require the maintenance of wizards, and even if it is worn out, it can be regenerated." His gaze could even break through the fog and hit the truth directly, even faintly guessing The magic factory that was hidden by Nelson under Auschwitz day and night, he raised his head, it was difficult to see Tom from below Alexander, "I thought you would show up to rescue this boy, Tom, since you chose To confront Gellert head-on, then...your determination, I see."

Most people only saw the unpretentious crushing of the iron fist, but did not see the magical confrontation between the lightning bolts and fires at the battle, the dragon formed by invisible flames in the double attack of Tom and Nelson, snake and falcon, Alexander and mayfly The bottom is still tenacious, even showing an indelible trend, but the fist that can be regenerated in an instant has not stopped because of this, the space of the fire is compressed little by little, and even no longer beats.

At the moment when the fist and the flame were in a stalemate, the black lines surrounding Alexander's forearm broke free, and the almost shattered giant snake stood proudly in the world again, and Tom, who was sitting on the top of Alexander, pulled it out. Nelson's wand stood up, the fine parts were covered on the wand's body, and the sharp frame slowly took shape. When he raised the wand to his chest, it was already that sharp pointer sword! The gears were spinning wildly on the gauntlet, Tom's expression was indifferent, and he persevered in the impact of several black magics on the user. The blood jumping in the depths of his pupils was the fierceness he had brought into the world since he was born. Li, mere black magic, for a person who bears the fate of a demon king, it is not worth mentioning.

He holds the sword in his right hand, and the yew wand appears in his left hand, which is still Nelson's favorite appearance, but unlike Nelson's free and easy image of a ranger, Tom is more like a murderer who suppresses killing intent. He raised his saber. , He wanted to hold the kind of sword flower that Nelson often practiced, but he quickly dismissed the idea and shook his head.

"I'm crazy, how can I hold a sword?"

After laughing at himself, Tom slashed the sharp sword with force, and at the same time, the wand was pointed high at Grindelwald, like a poisonous snake poised to go. The height of Voldemort was the same. With the sound of the sword cutting through the air, Alexander's imprisonment was released by Tom, and the furnace in his chest burst out with a strong light, dyeing the sky above the hidden place white.

The black snake stripped from Alexander's arm opened its **** mouth and bit the flaming dragon's neck regardless of the loss, almost biting its neck off at once, and on the arm of the giant fighting alongside it, Countless hidden air holes opened, and scorching steam spewed out. Alexander mobilized the magic power of his whole body. The splendid Rune was formed into a ring and emerged on his arm. The strength and speed of his fist were even more prosperous.

In the next second, the front of the fist was already in contact with the ground, and the turbulent shock wave blew all the people close to it, and the buildings within the affected area, except for a few, collapsed into ruins that were indistinguishable from their feet.

The strong air pressure left the onlookers with only beeps and the incessant sound of glass shattering, but they understood that this was not the scream of the giant's fist shattering, but the death knell of the invisible flame being destroyed. .

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. Under their witness, Grindelwald, lost?

Maybe Tom was so powerful that he just blocked a spell, but all this was no longer important. People's eager eyes were cast on Tom. He blocked such a powerful one as Grindelwald with only one point and five people. hit! people

Their eyes were focused on his direction, and most of them could not understand this kind of battle, but they all understood that a rising star was already unstoppable.

"does it worth?"

Grindelwald's eyes crossed the battlefield where dragons and snakes were mixed, like a myth, and stopped on the mist that dissipated around Tom. He knew that the phantom was not Nelson, it was just Tom creating a scene that he was never absent, like a class. Signed for classmates at the same time.

This giant standing proudly in front of him was too shocking. Compared to the Triwizard Tournament, it was a world of difference. No wizard would use magic in such a strange place, and there was also a densely packed sky that almost seemed to stand in the sky. The mayflies that completely obscured his vision, although he was not happy, Grindelwald still recognized their power, even he did not want to endure a round of attacks from thousands of mayflies, let alone that they were still there. Rapidly proliferating on command, in the castle of steam gushing from Alexander's shoulders,

Stacks of thick parchment flashed in Grindelwald's heart. Over the years, the minerals, Galleons, and precious materials that Nelson recorded as wasted had not escaped his attention. He did not care about Nelson's "corruption", and even Looking forward to what kind of scenery these things will create under Nelson's complete control, he just thinks it's not worth it, Nelson can do more and better, but why should he save his savings for a group of worthless Muggles How about exposing and throwing everything in one day?

"Is it really worth it?"

Grindelwald's eyes moved up, and he asked again. When he passed Alexander's one-eyed eye, he seemed to feel a comment from a real soul. The complex and ignorant emotions were presented with powerful magic under the huge size of the giant. Knowing Nelson, knowing that he would never touch a spell like Horcrux, let alone play with other people's souls, then the active and powerful soul in the furnace in Alexander's chest could only be created by Nelson himself - Grindelwald shook his head, He still didn't fully understand this actual disciple. For thousands of years, he hadn't heard of a wizard who could do such a mighty power to create souls.

In Paris, only black and white are left in the rolling Voldemort bats and the diffuse fog, and even people's bodies have lost their colors, as if they were framed in the camera's viewfinder, and a photo can only be taken in the dark room. In the old photos that were developed, against the background of the scattered fire, everyone's face showed their black or white side, this is a black and white world.

Grindelwald's gaze continued upward, squinting slightly by the strong light from the pointer's throne, and soon condensed on Tom's silhouette in the light, on that young pale cheek is firmer than the mountains The expression on the corner of his mouth is like a flower blooming on the fertile field. This flower seems to be dyed a new color for this black and white world.

Sitting on the top of the giant's head, Tom's field of vision also became level with Grindelwald's. He seemed to hear Grindelwald's question and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth. The smell of rust made his face look excited and crazy. Smile: "I think it's worth it, the feeling of crushing ambition... It doesn't feel good, right? That kind of unworthy benefit is stupid."

"You will be disappointed," Grindelwald shook his head, ignoring everything here, and had a conversation with Tom, "but, it's okay to be disappointed, without such a chance, Nelson wouldn't know what the right thing is. ."

"hehe."

Tom sneered at his speech. He opened his hands and made no declaration. With the encouragement of the Penguin and his party, the wizards standing behind Alexander had rushed towards the opposite side in a timely manner, and almost instantly drowned the people standing in the field. Dumbledore and King, and Dumbledore watched as King was instantly obscured by the crowd and raised his wand.

Their shoes stepped on the rubble, the fragile structure of broken walls collapsed with their footsteps, the rubble at the golden feet moved gently, and the fine sand and gravel fell off the top.

No one noticed the movement here. A hand stretched out from the rubble. Beside Jin, who was ignored by everyone, Aiwei lifted the stone on him and climbed up. Under Jin's strange gaze, he Rubbing the back of his head, he said with a smile, "You can leave the arena, young man, I'll take you to a safe place, just right, I want to ask him some questions."

The next second, Dumbledore passed through the crowd and Apparated to where Kim had been, but only the zealots remained.

The ground was as hot as the crowd, as if their feet were still on fire.

…

When the confrontation between Tom and Grindelwald reached a stalemate, and the confrontation between the people standing behind them reached a fever pitch, a group of people quietly rode their brooms and shuttled back and forth in the huge body of the Voldemort bat, avoiding everyone's sight. Touched the top of the tallest building in the pure white city.

They didn't dare to touch the Voldemort bat at all, and they didn't dare to touch the Lost Fog at all, for fear that these two unknown weird things would kill them, and their chests had the badge of the French Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, until this kind of At the time, these Aurors were still deluding themselves into thinking that as long as the perpetrators were dealt with, everything could be restored.

but their fear

It was also revealed in the lineup that the mission was to capture a wizard who had lost the ability to resist, but they still sent an entire formation of Aurors.

The closer they got to the roof, the more uneasy they felt. It was so quiet, so quiet that there was no sound. It seemed that Tom really forgot to set up defenses here when he left Nelson. It seemed that they had been unknowingly. into an unfamiliar world.

"Captain, do we still have to move forward?" an Auror in the team asked, his tone trembling, his voice full of fear.

"Too quiet...of course!" the Auror captain raised his voice sharply, as if louder would strengthen his courage. "We must arrest the killer! For...for the stability of France!"

"But-"

"What are you worried about?"

A question interrupted the Auror's words. The interrupted Auror closed his mouth and stopped talking, but the expected scolding did not appear. He raised his head and found that the captain flying in front was trembling all over. He could barely hold the broom and was about to fall from the sky.

His teeth were chattering, making an abnormal "clucking" sound, he turned his head, looked at the questioning Auror with a stiff expression, and said with the loudest voice and the weakest momentum: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Um...can you tell me? What are you afraid of?"

An unfamiliar male voice suddenly came from behind him, and the Auror captain immediately threw his head back, almost throwing himself off the broom.

"Are you afraid that a comatose person in a chair will suddenly jump up and give you a black tiger to dig a heart or a monkey to steal a peach? You haven't even seen him, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com" A hand came from behind the hanging black veil Reaching out, pulling the black veil to one side, a smiling man revealed his face from behind the black veil, standing on the edge of the rooftop, the red scar on his neck was extremely dazzling in the interlaced world of black and white, "Wizard, you guys It's always like this, when I see the weak, I always feel that I can give and take, and when I see the strong, I always feel that I can only kneel down and beg for mercy."

"who?"

After noticing that the person who came was not Nelson, the Auror captain's momentum returned immediately, his joystick was straight, since the wizard who suddenly appeared was not Nelson, not Tom, not Grindelwald, not Dumbledore, not even The few masters they met on the street proved that their guesses were right. The defense here must be very empty. He raised his chin proudly, as Ivey said, showing what he wanted. Attitude: "Are you his subordinate? Hand him over and we can treat you lightly."

They didn't notice that, whether it was Voldemort bat or Lost Fog, these two things they were so afraid of, Ivey, who was standing on the roof of the opposite building, dared to touch it with his hands.

The Aurors looked behind Ivey, and they saw a looming shadow in the mist, a woman and child standing beside a chair, and a vague figure sitting on the chair.

That sitting position didn't look like an unconscious comatose at all. The red light flashed between the tentacles of Voldemort bats, and they finally saw the dense red one-eyed floating in the air, and the mayflies were staring at them.

"It is impolite to interrupt someone's conversation."