My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Ludwig, you are a true warrior."

The words on the parchment became more and more dense, and the bits and pieces that happened on the land of Prussia thousands of miles away were presented in front of Nelson's eyes, naked and without dignity. In front of him, those **** words reflected flames in Nelson's pupils, and his worries about whether he had this power were instantly shattered by anger, "They don't need dignity."

As if to convince himself, Nelson repeated this sentence several times, lowered his head and straightened the blue cornflower in Ludwig's hand, he walked to Ludwig's side, Sit down on the empty seat.

Nelson raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes pierced through the clouds, directly facing the silver falcon soaring in the sky.

In response to a cry that could not reach the ground, Nelson's eyes looked down from the sky above Berlin through the clouds, through distance, through time, through the eyes of the silver falcon.

Cages, rusted, deformed, blood-stained dark red cages piled up like building blocks in the muddy clearing, these iron cages were not much bigger than the cages for dogs.

It was raining heavily in Berlin, and despite the lash of the cold rain, the cage struggled to reach out to catch the rain, splashing it greedily on the face and pouring it into the mouth, these layered cages were actually filled with one after another with different faces. Of the people, Nelson's vision flashed across every face exposed, some with brief biographies on them, and some without even descriptive words.

Before that, they lived in various parts of the world, and were valued by wizards who went hunting for a variety of reasons - more because they possessed certain qualities over others that "buyers" might value, Captured here, or valued by local hunters, and sold here, but the first two are only a small part of so many people, and more people are offered as gifts by their compatriots who admire magic, the end After taking his own life as a human being, in the corners of the city where there is no sunlight, these dirty activities have already become a conventional ecology, even faster than people accept the existence of wizards.

They were all almost numb, and no one felt someone looking at him over their heads.

"Great Berlin."

A statue with a raised right arm stands outside this yard. The stone slab in front of him is engraved with such a passage. Not long ago, this was a slogan that inspired young people in Berlin to invade neighboring countries, but now it has been It has become a ridiculous slogan. The head of the statue has been knocked off, and the raised arms are tied with hemp ropes connected to the surrounding buildings. They are covered with wet clothes. Put it down, maybe just to hang clothes.

Every hour, people die here, whether wizards or Muggles, but every hour new inhabitants appear outside the city, and they are inspired by the disorder here, and people are recklessly plundering from others what they want Everything you want, when the skin of civilization is taken off, strength will become the code of conduct that determines everything.

From this perspective, the wizards here treat both wizards and Muggles equally - more Muggles suffer, just because of the large base of Muggles, and in their eyes, they are the only ones who can judge whether to attack or not. Compared with Muggles who can only be used as coolies and materials for some black magic or experiments, wizards are obviously more valuable, and this is the place where magic is most equally treated in the world.

The eyes above the clouds opened silently, watching what was happening underfoot. The stars cruising in the sky quickly converged here. Under Nelson's gaze, a staggering man emerged from the dark alley. , ran to the door of this freight yard.

"Thirteen..."

"What's the matter? Are you hungry? Or is the old Roman of your house hungry? You might as well sell him to me, anyway, raising a dog always loses money," at the door of the goods yard, a fluffy lion like a lion The cargo yard guard, holding his pants, walked towards the door, looked at the gloomy man at the door, and said with a weird smile, "What a rare visitor, do you want a woman? A man? Or a child?"

"Give me thirteen people from the rogue gang who exist here, right now, fast!"

"Aren't you going to see what's new?" Hearing the urgency in the man's tone, the guard winked and pointed to a row of wooden boxes near the gate, and spared no effort to sell his products, "These are new arrivals, and the quality is not bad. "

"I only want thirteen," the man raised his head, the guard saw his face, jumped back in fright, almost tripped over his own belt, the man in front of him was far from his majestic appearance in the past. He was soaked all over, even wetter than the heavy rain right now, as if he had just been fished out of the sea, his left face was covered with cracks like a dry riverbed, and a dark green light shone through the cracks, and from time to time there were thick cracks. Green pus flowed out, his expression was extremely fierce, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, "If I can't see it within five minutes, I'll take you to charge it."

The guard met the man's dark green eyes that were flowing with magic power. The guard understood that these thirteen people were used to make black magic materials. Generally, this kind of thing is more urgent. Facing the threat of death, he hurriedly turned around. He ran towards the batch of boxes that had just been delivered, shouting as he ran:

"I'll pick the best for you!"

"It's disgusting."

Looking at this scene, Nelson closed his eyes in disgust, and the gaze cast from the sky disappeared, replaced by an icy red light, the pupils on the dark clouds became brighter and brighter, and the metal creations floating over the continent had been assembled.

Nelson opened his eyes, pulled away from Silver Falcon's field of vision, looked at Ludwig, who was as peaceful as sleeping, sighed, and pointed his wand to the sky.

Immediately after, in Berlin, thousands of miles away, above the dense and oppressive black clouds, a sturdy white thunderbolt struck in the air, and at the moment when the guard in the freight yard turned around, it hit the man who was holding the doorpost.

The cargo yard guard only felt that everything in front of him was illuminated. He turned around in panic, and he saw a sturdy thunder column, like a tower reaching the sky, piercing through the customers who had been yelling at him before.

Gu He </span> The man didn't even have time to let out his wailing, and he could only see the black outline of the thunder, which reminded the guard of a black and white picture he had seen in America by Muggles before he came to Prussia. There is a cat named Tom who walks on two legs like people. He was struck by lightning in this way, and then twitched and showed the shape of bones. He once considered developing this method into a means of torturing goods. But before I had time to practice, I saw this scene with my own eyes.

Thinking of this, the amusing interaction between the cat and the other mouse came to mind, and he couldn't help laughing, but soon, as the electric light spread to his feet along the water on the ground, the guard couldn't laugh anymore Not coming out, numbness and severe pain appeared alternately in his chest. Whenever the numbness made the pain disappear, the more severe pain that followed would cause him to convulse even more painfully. He wanted to escape. But it seemed as if he had been sucked in by the electric light and could not move. Fortunately, he was not directly hit by the lightning. He took out his wand in a panic and pointed it at his feet. Shang was worried, the obstacle spell shot from the tip of the wand and hit his right foot. The pain caused by the spell made him sober for a moment, and the magic spell blasted out and blew himself out, even if his feet were blown away. Losing consciousness, the guards who were flying in the air could only see happiness in their eyes.

Among the thunder pillars, the man's figure could no longer be detected, and the scorched smell in his imagination did not come. I don't know if it was because it was washed away by the torrential rain, or the will of this thunder to kill was too firm, firm enough to endure temperament. , grind the coke to a fine powder little by little, and wipe away all traces of his existence.

The guard drew an arc and slammed into the wooden box behind him heavily. The wooden box that had not had time to be transported was smashed by his back, and half of his body was planted in it.

But he didn't care about his injury. Instead, he forced himself to get up and stared at the miraculous scene in front of him.

The whole of Berlin has turned black and white. It is not that someone has deprived the world of color, but that the tower that connects the sky is too bright, eclipsed everything around it, and it looks like a black and white movie. 's silent film.

The sturdy thunder column still stands between the sky and the earth, and will instantly light up the gloomy Berlin sky in the torrential rain, brighter than the sunniest noon, but he did not feel any mildness from this light, on the contrary. It reminded him of the divine punishment that he believed in when he was a child and sneered when he grew up. This thunder is not a product of nature. Even an ordinary wizard like him can perceive and be shocked by the surging magic. No one can control it. With this power, no one would use this mighty power to hurt someone—but all this happened in front of him, which reminded him again of the picture he had seen in the United States. Are you in the middle of a picture?

He patted his cheek, and didn't feel any pain, and finally smiled at ease.

"Surely dreaming."

Soon, the numbness caused by the impact of the thunder faded, and the bitterness quickly climbed up his cheeks.

The guard stayed in place, and the magic power of the thunder column spread to the surroundings along the rainwater swaying in the air, covering the sky with a layer of electric light. The bright Letso extends from the main body and connects directly to its raised right arm.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a violent explosion, the sculpture turned into a mass of fireworks without persisting for a second. The clothesline tied to it became a new carrier of thunder and lightning, roaring and rushing towards the surrounding buildings in the continuous sparks. , immediately turned the buildings around the freight yard into a sea of ​​fire.

Unknown wizards rushed out of the house in a panic, and before they had time to see what happened, they were entangled by the electric current running around, and they fell softly to the ground, twitching like stranded fish. Scenic spot.

After a while, the thunderclouds dissipated, and even the dense rain clouds retreated together. The sky became clear and clear. The guard's long neck looked in the direction where the thunderbolt fell. There was only a charred impact crater left. He wanted to raise his head to take a closer look. Some of them were pounced on by a hungry wolf-like figure in the box behind him, blood-red eyes staring at his neck, the people in the box seemed unable to move their hands and feet, and could only open their mouths and bite **** his throat.

The guard's throat made a leaking "cluck" sound, and he lost his breath in a while.

People were startled by the sudden commotion, and they were in disarray. More and more dark wizards ran out of the big house they occupied, inquiring in horror as to what had just happened, but the thunder pillars disappeared without a trace. People close to here don't know what's going on.

At the beginning, in the alley where the man ran out, a group of murderers who made the surrounding "residents" retreat three feet chased them out. They quickly ran to the edge of the pothole. Like abstract and wild murals, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com At the bottom of the pothole, a broken green figure is struggling in pain. The wizard with the Horcrux can never be eliminated. The lost fog that guides the soul appears around the man's remnant soul, and the portal to the blurred illusion is about to open. It was relieved that it had experienced such a thing many times since the creation of the Horcrux.

It closed its eyes and waited for a moment, but the comfort that belonged to the soul did not appear. The people on the side of the pit watched helplessly as the fog gathered and dissipated as if they were hindered, and it was always difficult to form. They were surprised to see the scene before them , finally, the fog finally condensed together, cracked a white slit, and just as the remnant soul happily stretched out his hand to touch it, a long spear flickering with thunder light flew out of the slit lightly, Firmly inserted the green shadow on the ground.

They stared dumbfounded at the transformation of the long spear that had penetrated the man, pinched its body like a claw, and dragged it into the fog of its mind.

The lightning was spectacular enough to be seen from the south and north.

…

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore returned to King's Cross Station, looked at Nelson sitting beside Ludwig in a daze, coughed lightly, woke Nelson and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, Professor, I talked with him for a while," Nelson nodded, stood up, and said with a smile, "I hope Ludwig can walk a little more happily, of course, these words are too Late, to put it bluntly, this can only comfort us living people."

"I have contacted the representatives of the International Federation of Wizards," Dumbledore's eyes showed a complex look of worry for the world, "I hope we don't see worse development before you graduate."

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