My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Really? Justice Shafiq," Nelson said softly with a slight smile, "you're so sure, do you know more than I do?"

"…"

"I know where you've been in the past two years, when and what kind of people you talked to," Nelson took a step forward. The cold iron fence was like a phantom standing there, unobstructed, and he went straight through it. After passing, he walked up to Shafiq, lowered his head, put his mouth to his ear, and said softly, "I know that every bribe you accept is hidden in which vault in Gringotts, and I know You like to hide your keys behind the third portrait on the right at the Shafik House entrance, the portrait of your grandfather who trained you step by step from clerk in Wizengamore to the ultimate justice who can protect your secret."

Shafiq raised his head abruptly, but the iron rope tied around his neck restrained his throat, making him speechless. Back on the dirty chair.

"Don't be in such a hurry," Nelson patted him on the shoulder as if to reassure his subordinates. This was unacceptable to a person like Shafiq, but now he has no strength to express his dissatisfaction. Nelson changed it again. With only one ear, he leaned in and said softly, "I know you were furious because you contacted Grindelwald privately but couldn't meet the conditions he wanted, I know you gave a lot of people the opportunity to see you before the Wizengamot change- Saying this, you are no different from the Emperor... I know that you have united the Hogwarts board of trustees and are going to strip Professor Dumbledore of his status as Headmaster of Hogwarts after he loses his election, and you don't want your There is someone who can surpass you on the throne."

"How do you—"

"Oh, of course I know, I know you've heard some rumors and feel that I learned so many things by seeing the future, but you may think highly of yourself, I don't need to be in the future for people like you Spy on your movements, because there is no end for you by then," Nelson patted Shafiq's cold face with the back of his hand, "and you don't think, when a scheming person knows that he has been exposed to the sun all the time , was watched by everyone like a clown, how funny was his expression back then?"

Nelson raised his hand, and a foggy mirror appeared in his palm. He held the mirror in front of Shafiq, so that he could see every pore and every hair on his face clearly. There was nothing to hide his expression of panic and fear.

"Everything about you is under my control. Even if I ignore the past, you can check and fill in the gaps anytime and anywhere. Remember the never-ending corridor when you wanted to escape from Wizengamo?"

Nelson's genially smiling face seemed to Shafik at this moment to be a complete demon. He closed his eyes tightly, but his eyelids had to be opened by a pair of small silver hands.

"Oh it's you!"

"Ah, I don't understand what you're talking about, Your Honor," Nelson said, tilting his head, "I know more, and I know that some people ignore the glory of the ancestors of Shafiq, even if they are caught In prison, he didn't forget to reveal the route of the Hogwarts Express, and he wanted this devastating scandal to give him a chance to turn himself around. It's really hands-on. In such a place where birds don't shit, there are still people who act as Lord Judges. Microphone, it's no wonder you usually speak in such a low voice."

"you-"

"Shhh, listen to me," Nelson pinched Shafik's chin and raised his head to face the dark ceiling above him, "I also know that after I learned about the Hogwarts Express Not only did the attack cause no casualties, but after a large group of people was caught, someone hurriedly found a familiar voice bug and inadvertently revealed their location to a group who would go to Azkaban the next day. The person who identified the culprit."

There was nothing but blackness in Shafiq's field of vision. He closed his mouth and listened carefully to every word that came out of Nelson's mouth.

"I really don't understand, isn't it good for you to rot and stink in Azkaban in peace?" Nelson said suspiciously, "Why do you have to find a sense of existence again and again? You think you can rely on it. Make a scandalous turnaround for others, but don't know that you are just being used by smarter people who just want to find what they want under the guise of you, and those who still miss your old love? They are all next to you now, Your Majesty, I understand, you are helping the Ministry of Magic prepare for a major purge, and you have not forgotten to help the Ministry of Magic even in Azkaban, you are too gentle."

Nelson raised his wand and pointed to the ceiling. A milky white light beam poured out from the tip of the wand and shot to the ceiling. After turning it into a glass-like transparent texture, the spell continued upwards, penetrating the floors. Make them all transparent up to the roof of the castle.

The scene outside the castle was presented in Shafiq's eyes. He looked at the long-lost sky, and even if the clouds were dense, he felt a lot more comfortable.

"Aren't you always wondering why I can play wizards in Diagon Alley with things you don't like?"

The magic spell shot out of the roof continued upward, hitting the clouds straight, and the dense clouds rolled in all directions, and soon formed a deep eye that seemed to go straight to the depths of the universe, and a huge eye was also coming. The middle of the eye of the wind slowly opened, and Shafiq's eyes that had been opened for too long instinctively gushed out tears because of the dryness. The tears blurred the vision, but the mythical giant eye seemed even more grotesque and shocking. .

"Is this really something a wizard can do..."

"You hide on the wall, on the throne above people's heads, but how can you hide from the eyes from the sky?" Nelson sneered, "It's your honor, it is often only opened for guys like you. ."

Shafiq fell silent. Although he didn't understand why Nelson had a solitary eye staring at him, he knew it as early as when Nelson said the portrait of his grandfather who had the keys to the Gringotts vault. , I have lost completely, and when the result is in front of me, the cause and process are no longer important.

"Giving up Melgan was probably the dumbest decision I've ever made in my life."

"Really? I thought you could list three days and three nights."

"You don't understand our glory, which is more important than life," Shafiq murmured. "Nelson Wilttening Williams..."

"Any advice? Your Honor."

"To be honest, I really hate your name, Nelson... a Muggle name you can see all over the street, and it doesn't have the noble temperament of the Shafiq family at all."

"Can you even discriminate by name? It's really yours." Nelson pouted. Shafiq's crazy words entered his left ear and ran out of his right ear. He raised his arm and licked his ear with his little finger. , said casually, "Is there any other criticism? For example, I am ugly, not as handsome as your surname Shafiq."

"Haha," Shafik shook his head, "Besides that, every inch and inch of your body is worthy of Shafik's surname, even if your bloodline is half contaminated by Muggles, your **** enough to smooth out those small imperfections.”

"I feel like you're talking about a piece of china on a shelf."

"Who is not a piece of porcelain? I will fall into the clouds one day."

"So, you are obviously very annoyed, regretful, and unwilling."

"As I said, losers don't deserve to have emotions like this. Only those who win are qualified to sigh for the imperfection of victory." Shafiq raised his head, his deep-set eyes fixed on Nelson's face, and he passed After a while, he showed a smile that was enough to make Nelson feel physically uncomfortable, "I'm actually very happy, our glory is about to end here with me, at the end of my life, I can wait for your gift from heaven, why would it be? Are you unwilling? I should be very lucky... By the way, do you know my name?"

"Shafik?" Nelson was stunned. Ever since he heard about Shafik, his name has always been Justice Shafik, so that people always give him the name "Shafik" and his surname is "Shafik." The habitual cognition of the "Justice", and his real name is always hidden under this glamorous and prestigious title, Nelson shook his head and said to himself, "It doesn't matter... This old lunatic, no Do you think that at such a time, I will come to change the drama of not recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors?"

"I did have such unrealistic fantasies," Shafiq laughed, not looking like a prisoner at all, "I forgot my name myself, so Nelson, although I hate you It's an unremarkable name, but I'm still a little envious of it."

"Have you started playing the emotional card? What's the next step? The Marne card?" Nelson clasped his ears, leaned against the iron railing, and folded his arms. "You continue, there's still more time anyway, I'm all ears."

"No matter how aggressive you are, I understand, because to you, I can be regarded as one of the enemies who killed your father." Even at this time, Shafiq never talked about Elizabeth. Nelson didn't know their relationship back then. What happened in the time, but Shafiq's attitude of course is enough to make people sick, "I'm not arguing, since he insists on choosing a more extreme way to smear his bloodline than his mother, then I have no choice, at least Shafik can still accept that Shafik's bloodline is named after the Nordic pure-blood wizard."

"No choice? Hehe." Nelson shook his head, "You are really helpless."

"I didn't have to choose, and neither did you, Nelson," Shafik chuckled. "You have the blood of the Shafik family in your body anyway."

"Your words remind me of my good friend's dad," Nelson snorted, turning his head to look at the building in the distance where the photos were in full bloom. "Does your family have a throne to inherit?"

"You didn't grow up in an environment of power and honor, and the protection of your aunt and uncle made us miss the best time to teach you to be an elite, but fortunately you lived up to your expectations and became a well-deserved under bad circumstances. Elites, just lack common sense," Shafik, who admitted defeat, looked very relaxed, he said softly, "I believe that in your time at the Ministry of Magic, you will soon realize that kind of common sense, which is not in your opinion. You'll see what a sweet taste of power worth mentioning."

"Like a doughnut, great," Nelson said calmly.

"I'll give you a gift, Nelson..." Shafik's face showed a terrifying smile, "Actually, you started to accept Shafik's gifts a long time ago, and you thought you were going to New York alone. Menggard was not hunted down as a traitor because of Dumbledore's protection or the Ministry of Magic's fear of Grindelwald? You think your proud academic achievements are so quick to appear in the news because it is really better than Is the paper at the front much better? Do you think you got into a big fight with your friends in Knockturn Alley and nobody gets revenge because your ridiculous pseudonym is hidden? From the day you were born, you have been in Enjoy the transcendent power and power that Shafiq's blood brings to you."

"You can continue to make it up, and make it a little bit better."

"You can't deny it in your heart, right?" Shafiq shrugged, "You also know why even if I'm in Azkaban, I can control the overall situation, and they dare not kill me, even in the eyes of everyone, I'm a relic of the old times, they don't even dare to put me on the floor where the dementors are active, because they can't take this responsibility, they are not only afraid of our former Weihe, but also afraid of you, a young Shafik. The glorious cause of yours, you and me, the glory of the bloodline always complements each other, and it will live on in you unless you die."

"Are you cursing me?" Nelson gritted his teeth.

"I know that when you show me your secrets hidden in the sky, you are ready to keep me silent, don't worry, I will not embarrass anyone who continues Shafiq's glory," Shafiq His eyes shone with excitement like never before, "I will make you a hero who truly ends an era. On the land of the British Isles, the wizarding world that has been hidden under secrecy laws for hundreds of years is in my stream. It will end in the hands of those who have Shafik's blood, and the person who ends my life and ends me, who no one dares to covet, will surely be a man with Shafik's blood! The only one who can kill Shafik is another Shafiq!"

After that, he raised his head and hand suddenly, a cold light flashed across his fingernails, Nelson only had time to take a look, a thin blood line had already appeared on his Shafiq's neck, and then the blood flowed like a Note.

Nelson's expression was as disgusting as eating a fly at the moment, and although the ending didn't make any difference, he still felt disgusted.

The sinister and cold breath quietly approached from afar, and the departure of life excited the dementors floating on the island. They smelled their favorite smell, and dragged their tattered black robes from all directions. The castle is coming.

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Shafiq slumped on the seat, his mouth opened and closed, but the broken trachea was unable to make a sound. He looked into Nelson's eyes, and a silver tear slowly flowed out, dripping onto the spotless air. An unsightly stain formed on the silver robe.

"What happened?!"

Richie came running here from a distance, followed by thirsty Dementors.

"Shafiq committed suicide and wanted to frame me."

Nelson rolled Shafiq a glance and scolded with his mouth, but his unwilling eyes did not close in the end.

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