My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Huh... is she gone?"

At the moment when Qiao Kunda disappeared with Jin, as if stepping on a little bit, Ivey lifted the black veil and walked over from the rooftop. He looked around with some vigilance, confirming that there was no Qiao Kunda. After that, he regained the expression that he didn't care about anything.

"What? Are you afraid of her?" Nelson asked curiously.

"No, how could it be? I'm just afraid of myself," Ivey shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't control my desires and kill her here."

"Well, she's gone after hearing the name, and I think now we can finally talk openly and honestly," Nelson said. "But before that, I need to make sure I'm around—"

"Don't worry, those police officers have been hung on the facade of your tall building."

Ivey couldn't wait to interrupt Nelson's words, stretched out his hand, waved it at will, and the fine powder that was difficult to detect with the naked eye fell from the palm of the palm to the tentacles of the surrounding bats, and all of a sudden, those black yarns fluttering in the wind seemed like real fabrics. After being exposed to the sun, it quickly withered and shrank, turning into pieces of dry and thin crisps, so fragile that they were scattered and scattered by the wind. This method of capturing vitality was unprecedented. Nelson covered his mouth and nose, Careful observation of Ivy's jerky tactics, and his powerful strength that is completely inconsistent with his tactics.

At the moment when the potion powder touched Voldemort's tentacles, the magic power on the limbs of this powerful magical animal underwent some kind of complex transformation and became a kind of pure magic power. This pure magic power was completely unable to maintain its needs for survival. It even affected its normal skills in the biological category, which led to a series of chain damages to the Voldemort bat structure, which reminded Nelson of Dr. Sykes' genius creation - Sykes Restoration.

Although only a small part of Voldemort's limbs touched the potion, the potion seemed to be inexhaustible and assumed the catalyst function in the process of life annihilation

"What is this? His invention?"

"A simple potion," Ivey clapped his hands, swept away the remaining medicinal residues in his palm, and said casually, "In the happy house, some defective products that are not easy to sell but consume a lot of money will be used like this. deal with it."

"It's cruel."

Nelson stared at the misty green air in front of him, and the sound of mechanical rotation came from the mist behind him, and then a strong wind blew, blowing the dangerous poisonous mist away.

"Cruel? Maybe he doesn't think so," Ivey shook his head. "He felt that this method of death was painless, and even the animals that had been deprived of their lives had no time to feel the fear of death. He even gave this kind of death. Law took a name and called it 'euthanasia'."

"It's really comfortable," Nelson laughed. Although the conversation between the two never mentioned "his" name, for this Dr. Sykes, who had never met, every time I heard about him, there was something about him. A brand new experience, "As expected of a wizard who calls himself a Doctor."

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"So after all this time, who are you? Mr. Ivey." Nelson turned his head, looked at Ivey with scrutiny, and said softly, "Or should I call you by your full name, Mr. Ivey Darwin. ?"

"who am I?"

Ivey repeated Nelson's question as if he didn't understand the meaning of these simple words.

"Not long ago, I found a group of eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, and later learned that it came from a friend of mine. What about the stuff? He even went to great lengths to find a mate for it, and as a last resort, I could only read his memory, which was the first time we met, Mr. Ivey," Nelson told Ivey patiently. Telling how he knew each other, "It took me a while to find the source of your name. Thirty-five miles east of Happy House, there is a small town, and in the northwest corner of the town there is a vacant three- A small building that once belonged to the Darwin family."

Nelson poked the handrail lightly with his finger, and a mayfly flew out from the mist behind him, and a strong red light shot out of its one eye, hitting the mist entangled between the two, a light beam made of light, not A large but warm town emerged in the rolling fog, Nelson's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, the town's appearance was slowly drawn closer, and finally stopped at a bungalow in the style of fifty years ago. On the front, the courtyard has long been deserted, the glass on the first and second floors has been shattered to the point that only the window frames remain, the glass on the third floor is covered with thick ash, and several holes can be seen. The bungalow has become a favorite adventure place for children in the town, and throwing glass with stones has also become their favorite entertainment.

The sect in front of the gate has Darwin's surname written on it, and the brushwork is elegant and it looks very atmospheric. This family should have been the famous family here.

"I asked someone to visit here. The residents of the town are very secretive about the family's situation. Fortunately, some old people are very talkative. I know some stories about this family decades ago." Nelson stared at Ivey's eyes, Trying to find some emotional fluctuations in his calm eyes, "The owner of this house is a famous old gentleman in the town. He moved here forty years ago with his wife and several servants brought from other places. As a former councillor, he has a lot of reputation, and many residents in the town even come to him to mediate when conflicts arise."

Listening to Nelson slowly telling a familiar story, Ivey's eyes were full of waves, as if he was listening to a novel that had nothing to do with him.

"Soon, their family added a pair of children one after the other. The elder sister went to study abroad when she was eleven years old. The younger brother has always been the dream lover of girls among his peers, because he is smart and handsome. There is also the incomparable status and wealth brought by the parents. This younger brother has the same name as you, Mr. Ivey, his name is Ivy Darwin. This Mr. Ivey Darwin lived up to the expectations of the townspeople and his family. He also went to study abroad in adulthood, but he was familiar with London, and even became a rare doctor."

Ivey opened his mouth to say something, but Nelson's continued statement did not give him a chance to interrupt.

"As for this missing sister, my investigation came to a deadlock for a time. Later, by chance, because the time when I encountered the eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest was at night, I was ordered to clean the honor showroom. Among the many inconspicuous medals and trophies, I found a trophy belonging to Miss Darwin, the winner of a certain Gobstone competition at Ravenclaw College," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "My previous investigation went wrong. Directions, women in the UK lose their surnames after they get married, so I have been looking for Miss Darwin and there is no way out. Fortunately, this time I happened to confirm your identity, the boarding school where Miss Darwin studied at the age of eleven. The system school is Hogwarts, and you, Mr. Ivey, are Dr. Sykes' brother-in-law, and you were even his junior at one point when you were studying in London."

"Good guess," Ivey raised his head and looked at each other through the fog and the air. After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Nelson. "As far as I know, Ivey Darwin should be dead."

"That's what I've always been curious about, and I'm even more curious about it than why you dropped dangerous magical animals at Hogwarts," Nelson stared at Ivey, "mind sharing your story. ?"

"The truth may be very different from what you imagined, wizard," Ivey's eyes turned cold, his figure disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of Nelson, looking at him condescendingly, "If I am really Ivey Darwin, why? Am I going to use Apparate?"

"That's the answer I want to know too."

Nelson, who looked so badly injured that he couldn't get back up, abruptly stood up from the chair, stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist with a speed that Ivey couldn't react to, and turned his palm over, revealing his pale palm, which was in the palm of his hand. In the pattern of his hand, green powder remained in some dead spots that could not be taken off. Nelson carefully stretched out his other hand and reached out a finger to Ivey's palm, seeing his bold move, Ivey's arm. He tried hard, trying to break free from Nelson's restraint, but he underestimated the power of the young wizard in front of him, equating him with those weak wizards, and couldn't help but stop loudly: "You are crazy, this is not something you can touch! "

"Don't worry." Nelson said with a smile. When approaching the palm of his hand, a small delicate silver ball appeared at his fingertips, and it was just like the Voldemort bat touched by the potion powder. At the moment of the dregs, the slightly fluorescent magic text dimmed, turning from a well-made alchemy tool to a piece of scrap iron.

Nelson picked up the ball and observed the lines on which the rune was once engraved. The magic material had expired, replaced by pure magic power that was escaping all the time. Just as he was observing for a short while, the magic power had already disappeared. completely dissipated.

"Actually, the scar on your neck says it all," Nelson threw the ball on the ground, looked into Ivy's eyes, and said faintly, "If you were a wizard, you should have died when you touched the potion. ,Is not it?"

"Maybe," Ivey said dissatisfiedly, wrestling his wrist from Nelson's, rubbing his wrist with his other hand, "I don't know when the wizard started practicing blocks."

"Personal habits, just like Muggles are about to get used to living with magic, I also need to prepare for the future of losing my wand," Nelson sat back in his chair and looked up at Ivey, "I should also be prepared for the possibility of losing my wand myself. Even the magic situation has been planned."

"You're doing the same thing as him, but you're doing it more obscurely," Ivey narrowed his eyes, staring at Nelson with a chilling glint in his eyes, like a hollow body without a soul, "You Do you know the consequences of exploring the nature of magic? If you have heard the story of the Sykes family, it should not be clear."

"He's a madman who only has magic but no strategy, and even destroyed his family because of it," Nelson shook his head. "I'm different from Dr. Sykes. I act more systematically."

"To be honest, I can't see where the rules are," Ivey sneered, turning his head to look at the increasingly fierce conflict in the hiding place, "Is the chaos your plan?"

"What do you think will result in a step-by-step approach?" Nelson shook his head. "I have deduced countless possible future directions. If you let them divide everything up, and then give this 'gift' to Muggles, they will welcome It can only be the iron-blooded rule of someone like Grindelwald. The magic factory that I have worked so hard to create will only become another prison for Muggles to bind. Even because their lives and magic are inseparable, this constraint will become stronger than it is now. closer."

"I used to survive under a careerist like Grindelwald. His ideals seemed meticulous, but they were narrow. He always thought that I would attack the year I graduated from Hogwarts, so he didn't prepare much. , even if I tear apart the estrangement so suddenly, I was almost turned into what I wanted by him."

It was the first time Nelson had revealed his views in front of anyone other than Tom, perhaps because of the identity Ivey gave him as a Muggle-wizard, or perhaps it was because he was a Muggle that he could. The peculiarity of using magic made Nelson see a new hope, and he said sincerely:

"I know many people think that hiding wizards is better protection for Muggles, but this kind of protection seems to use fences to enclose wizards into small circles, but on the other hand, is the fence enclosed Can't it be the outside world? Muggle technology is developing, they will one day detect the existence of wizards, and the desire of wizards will continue to expand. Domination will always be the main theme between the strong and the weak, and a man who loves me The most influential man in my life told me that in order to eliminate disputes, the first thing to eliminate is surprise, but compared to the class, race, country, and culture among Muggles, which can be subtly changed, magic is the one who obstructs this world. The biggest difference that really sticks together.”

"You should know that I've been to the Happy House, otherwise I wouldn't come to see me," Nelson said softly, looking at the Deathly Hallows-like pendant protruding from Ivey's neckline, "I know what happened to you, I've been waiting You came to me, I always thought, that you could help me find out what is the basis for magic to choose life, what is the difference between wizards and muggles."

Ivey's pupils quivered, as if touched by the words of Nelson, the wizard he met for the first time, he struggled for a moment and said, "I want you to kill me."

"Do you know that bringing death to the undead is even more difficult than returning life to the dead," Nelson spread his hands, showing a rather helpless expression, "If there is no place for you on the other side, Then the cost may be unimaginable."

"Like now," Nelson suddenly raised his hand, pointed his wand at Ivy's heart, and a green light instantly hit his chest, UU reading www.uukanshu. com But Ivey stood still, as if he had just been hit by a flashlight, Nelson put down his wand and smiled wryly, "You are resisted by death."

"You didn't want to kill me," Ivey shook his head. "On the contrary, you wanted me alive more than anyone else."

Nelson, who was exposed, was silent and did not speak.

"You are no different from him, but you look kinder." Ivey shook his head, "I know what you want, and I will cooperate with you to get everything you want, but after that, you I must be killed, I know you are the one who masters death, and only you can take my life that should have disappeared."

Nelson looked into Ivey's eyes, felt the firmness in his eyes, and finally nodded.

"But the real story is very different from what you think, wizard."

"what?"

"You are indeed talking about Ivy Darwin's life experience, and I'm just a hapless passerby passing by the Happy House," Ivey said solemnly, "This used to be his story, of course, on the day he died, It became my story.”