My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Old Malfoy stretched out his right hand tremblingly, his pampered thick arm sweated out of fear, and the thick hair was covered with a film that seemed to be a mixture of sweat and oil, which looked oily against the surrounding firelight Shiny and nauseating.

"What are you going to do?" Tom changed his posture, crossed Erlang's legs, supported his chin with one hand, and asked with a smile, "You stretched out your hand, do you want me to kiss the back of your hand?"

Old Malfoy buried his head deeply, not daring to say a word, he remembered the most popular legend in their little circle recently, about some terrible magic that used to exist only in legends but has recently reappeared, about Bo The ancestor Kim Bock has boasted about countless times - about the man who could define the "dark wizard" by himself - vile Hyerbo, who has chains more terrifying than the Imperius, He can make any free and dignified soul a loyal dog that he only obeys, does he also want to become an eternal slave?

Bloody fingernails dig deep into the ground, cut **** by the broken glass and gravel on the ground. Old Malfoy, who has studied black magic a lot, of course understands what this means, but he also understands that a man who can put What does a wizard who plays like a clown represent? What does a wizard who can't even draw out his wand to resist means? In the choice between dignity and life, he quickly chose the continuation of the family. .

This unpredictable mentality reversal made the Legilimency master sitting above almost laugh out loud. Just like what Tom saw, Old Malfoy only hesitated for less than a second before choosing the continuation of the bloodline— - In order to keep the noble Malfoy family alive, he chose to endure humiliation and bear the burden, not to mention, there is nothing wrong with relying on the strong, after all, the wizarding world is much more savage than Muggles.

Looking at the old Malfoy who found a high-sounding excuse for himself, Tom finally couldn't help it, and let out a laughter that resounded in the sky above the inclined side alley. The laughter even stopped the running knight bus, and Tom covered it. Stomached, hands raised and waved, people returned to the work they had just done.

Old Malfoy crawled deeper, but the outstretched arm held firmer, as if it were an honorable oath.

"You... have everything from me, Lord Minister."

Old Malfoy quickly brought in a character of his own design.

"So what are you doing with your arms up?" Tom said. "Honestly, it reminds me of the German Muggle salute, which I hate."

Old Malfoy froze. He didn't know if he should take back his hand and muttered, "Please... leave a mark of magic."

"Do you know what kind of branding is the scariest? Malfoy, do you take a paint-dipped needle and stab a pattern that looks like a snake spits out of a skull? That looks so stupid," Tom moved the man under his ass. Turning the angle to make myself sit a little more comfortable, I asked back, "What kind of imprint do you think I should leave behind?"

"The **** of the soul, the contract of magic...I think you may have that kind of legendary magic in your hands."

"Hehe, tangible branding is always the least loyal, Malfoy," Tom shook his head. "I want you to show loyalty because you want to be loyal to me, not because I coerce you, you understand?"

"I... give you one hundred percent allegiance."

"Hehe," Tom pondered the tone of Ritchie's speech, imitating his accent, "your huddles for warmth are too low-level, intimidating, enticing, coercing, or using black magic to restrain your servants, putting the Capsules of poison implanted in their hearts... these are pediatrics, do you know what the scariest imprint is?"

"The most terrifying brand..." Old Malfoy's research stared at the boss, it turned out that this Richie really knew that kind of magic.

"I know, in your heart, I, Nobby Ritchie, have always been a good boy with general knowledge, but do you know what I'm going to say?" Tom smiled and looked at Malfoy, who was crawling under his feet. , leaned closer to his ear, and said softly, "You think I'm going to contradict you? No, I'm going to tell you, I, Nobby Ritchie, is indeed a general...good boy, I know someone like you. There are more than one maggots who like to cuddle together for warmth, and those who come here with you want to show off their might, educate me, and show kindness to me—"

He paused, patted the alternative "sofa" under his butt, and said in a gentle tone he had never seen before, but this kind of gentleness did not make people feel like a spring breeze like Nelson, but made old Malfoy on the ground feel If he fell into an ice cave, he didn't dare to let out the air, and used all his strength to control his shuddering jaw, so as not to make any strange noises that might annoy Tom from the collision of his teeth.

Everyone he had seen in his short life appeared in front of old Malfoy like a lantern. He knew that the minister in front of him was not Rich, but it was difficult for him to correspond to anyone in his memory - those The ambitious and imposing characters did not have the same temperament as Richie at the moment.

"Who is it? Who is it?" He even came to a conclusion that he found ridiculous. "This person is Nobby Ritchie. At least he lied to everyone. How is this possible?"

"—Those people who try to see me in a state of embarrassment may be just the tip of your iceberg, but I have to follow your wishes and take care of the overall situation," Tom said after a moment of silence as he looked at the sloping alley where the wall collapsed. "The Minister of Magic will no longer hold them accountable, in order to avoid the tsunami of icebergs, in order to avoid the emptiness of the Magical Congress of the United States in the Ministry of Magic, they will be forgiven to a certain extent, you know that means to you what?"

"They? To me?" Old Malfoy's forehead was sweating, and he thought of a possibility that made his hair stand on end.

"It means you, you betrayed your pure-blooded covenant, you betrayed Nurmengard who sought your cooperation, you betrayed the prisoners who escaped from Azkaban, and the... ...Shafiq and his stool, you betrayed everyone you could betray, do you think you have anywhere else to go, anyone to rely on? You are a betrayal in the eyes of every one of your allies For the sake of swallowing their interests, wagging his tail and begging for a hateful betrayal by a Muggle-born minister, you will drag everything you know and everything you know, and you cut off your back road with your own hands, your ally They'll hate you, hate you for destroying their plans, hate you for betraying their secrets, hate you for setting a trap for them, and being the only one to come out of the diagonal alley."

Tom spoke faster and faster, piercing old Malfoy's eardrum like a brain-piercing sound.

"I... thank you, people like me deserve this kind of torture."

"I was never tormenting you, Malfoy, it was you," Tom stood up and walked past old Malfoy, "you betrayed your allies, you hurt your clan, you set magic The double trap of the Ministry and the Diagonal Lane, you and I have colluded to set this all up, don't worry, their actions at the Ministry of Magic will be fruitless... It's ridiculous that someone saw a man wearing a dress in Berlin. Stranger in Nelson's ring? If that was Nelson, he wouldn't leave what you guys want at home."

Old Malfoy still held his arm, but except for that arm, the strength of his whole body was getting smaller and smaller, so small that he couldn't even maintain a prostrate movement, and could only watch the minister's leather shoes go away.

"You used your ingenuity to wipe out the prisoners here, and once and for all solved the hidden danger of the Dementor for the United Kingdom. You are really a great hero. The Daily Prophet will report on your great deeds and reports on your Everything the UK has done, those who think that they are extremely smart, have been brushed by your smart head, are you happy?" Tom's voice drifted into the ears of old Malfoy, "I really feel for you. Have fun, but how will the hero's work stop? You'll bite the cowardly slippery fish like the craziest hyena, you'll do everything you can to grow the forces around Nobby Ridge, and you'll overthrow all The person standing in front, because you have no choice, you are my thing, Malfoy, and I, Nobby Rich, to you who are the enemies of the world, I am your only choice to go to the dark, I am your last hope."

Old Malfoy's face was buried in the sand, his heart was peeled off layer by layer by Tom, his strength was drained, his posture had changed from prostrate to prone, but the arm was still firmly held high, The sun shines on the sweat that wraps the forearm, as if there is a brand that has just been carved and is dripping blood.

"And hope is the deepest imprint in the world."

The footsteps were getting farther and farther, and the ground covered by the old Malfoy's face was wet with tears and sweat, and only he knew what he had just experienced.

"Hey, Paul!" Tom called out to the Auror who was carrying the wounded, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'll take a look at the department, and Mr. Malfoy will do the finishing touches here."

"Malfoy?" Paul asked suspiciously. Did old Malfoy just take advantage of his departure to steal the minister's soul? Thinking of this, he threw the stretcher on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards old Malfoy.

"Don't be so impulsive," Tom stopped the angry Paul, took the roster in Paul's arms, took down a piece of paper, signed a name and stuffed it back, smiled, "He has done a lot for us, including oblique Alley's anti-apparition spells belong to his loyalty, don't worry, he will do it dutifully."

"Really...really?" Paul was still a little disbelieving.

"You stare at him, take a good look, no one can do better than Mr. Malfoy," Tom picked up the stretcher that Paul had just dropped from the ground, after seeing the face of the moaning man on the stretcher , Tom almost threw it down again, "Damn... I'll take this Aibo to St. Mungo, you protect the Muggles here."

"Yes!"

Paul stood at attention, and after Tom walked away, he ran quickly to old Malfoy's side, pressed the back of his head, and said sharply, "I warn you, Malfoy—"

"Help me up," old Malfoy said weakly after letting him hold it and rubbing against the ground for a while, "let me handle everything here."

"You better be what you say you are."

"Of course... what else can I do?" Old Malfoy got up under Paul's rude pulling, his right arm was still stiff, he sighed, and said softly, "Let the person with the memory cancellation office leave."

"Are you crazy? What if the situation here—"

"If the memories of these Muggles were really wiped out, the news of this accident would be a crisis beyond the Ministry of Magic's solution, trust me," Malfoy took Tom's signature from Paul's arms, spreading it out carefully. shoved it into his pocket and said, "Do as I say, I know what they want."

Paul hesitated for a moment, and finally called someone to do something.

"Send all the injured to St. Mungo's, and they must be cured. Yes, including Muggles, you should pay special attention to Muggles... The deceased and witnesses will be compensated accordingly, don't be stingy," Old Malfoy Station In more and more crowds, he issued orders, "Yes~www.readwn.com~ With Galleons, I don't have enough money? Don't worry, I will make a list for you later, how much money each family can deduct, I will pay for it. Clear, yes, including Malfoy, let's start with the Malfoys."

"Civilians like to watch some people for public interrogation and execution. The British have the same hobby as the French in this regard. We must express our determination to abolish the Statute of Secrecy." Deepening, the old Malfoy's order became fierce, his right hand curled and opened unconsciously, as if feeling uncomfortable for some invisible brand, "In order to make up for the loss and express our regret, we can implement two Those proposals passed months ago... no, no one will stop us this time."

The reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic arrived one after another, and the previous stagnation no longer existed. Some officials who had arrived late looked at old Malfoy with incomprehensible eyes and tried to communicate with him with their eyes, but his eyes did not fade at all. to them.

"By the way, your name... is Paul?" Old Malfoy stopped the Auror who was staring at him, and whispered, "Is there any danger around?"

"It's settled," Paul said, without concealing the suspicion in his eyes. "You've been approached by a reporter who claims to be at the Daily Prophet, The Times, and The Quibbler."

"Let him wait," old Malfoy dragged Paul to his side and lowered his voice, "I don't know how many Aurors are left, but since the Minister believes in you...I'll give you a list, you Find someone you can trust to keep an eye on them."

"You are such a strange person," Paul nodded and turned to leave. "Go and treat your dragon plague and syphilis when you have time. Remember to bring your son with you. The Minister really didn't lie to you."

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