My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this your man?"

Barry looked at the people who entered the city by fish in troubled waters, with a surprised expression on his face, his eyes quickly turned to Nelson and questioned.

But Nelson's face is also full of doubts. He just asked Fuyou to take Moody to find the penguin to meet him. He didn't give anyone an order to participate in the war, and he never even shared his plans to start a war in Berlin. Plan, not to mention, he didn't know those people at all.

This group of people who appeared in the surrounding alleys took heavy steps and approached the battle-shrouded neighborhood little by little. They wore long robes that covered their faces. Only the golden sun pattern embroidered on their backs could be used to distinguish between enemy and foe. No one knows their purpose, and no one can see through their establishment. They are like ghosts. Even if they are so close to the battlefield, no one notices their arrival.

Nelson's eyes were firmly locked on the sun-shaped ornament, his eyes gradually narrowed, he shook his head, and said, "No."

"Is it coming for the resurrection stone?" Barry walked towards the big clock behind the two with a wonderful expression, "This is even more interesting."

The footsteps of the mysterious people approaching the battlefield reminded Barry of the trackers by the river. They dragged the ropes with their thin shoulders, so that the sails could be sailed smoothly, and their steps, if they were dragging something heavier, thing.

Barry's vision dimmed in a slight gasp, shadows slowly fell on his face, he raised his head, and on the distant hills on the outskirts of the city, a cumulonimbus cloud brewing lightning was bringing The heavy aura rolled over, and when it ran over the remnant clouds floating in the sky, there were already thunder and lightning whistling. He looked at the staggering pace of this group of people, and his eyes became dignified, as if they were really trackers—— It's just that it's not a cruise ship, but a heavy dark cloud.

"What are you still doing?" Nelson asked, turning around. "They do theirs, we do ours."

Barry responded, the tip of his wand flashed with thunder and thunder, and slammed into the bell, which was still intact under the baptism of war.

"According to the rules of the goblins, treasures belong to those who made them," Nelson's voice spread throughout the city from the bell at the top of the clock tower, his voice overshadowed the shouts and spells, but made the battle more like a The drums that accompany him, "But as we all know, there are no rules in Prussia."

"What kind of stink bird are you?" Nelson's arrogant behavior and inexplicable declaration aroused the unhappiness of the wizards in the church. The dark wizards despised this kind of self-righteous person the most. Someone raised a wand and pointed at Nelson's face, but In the next moment, he was knocked down by an enemy in the same street, and the wizard who knocked him down gave his opponent a shot, raised his head and said his last words, "Igor Karkaroff!"

Nelson accomplished an achievement that even Borgin Bock would find amazing, and in just one day in Berlin, he made the name Igor Karkaroff known.

"What do you want to do?"

"I like chaos and at the same time, I don't like Borgin Bock, I want the name to be taken off the world, so I made him the first player in the game."

This kind of big talk aroused the dissatisfaction of the vast majority of people. Intensive magic spells shot towards the top of the broken church, but the stronger black magic power instantly engulfed this attack that almost no one could resist. Barry hummed. Holding the big clock for breath, this is what he promised Nelson, "I feel like I'm at a loss."

"I like being the initiator, I don't like being a participant," Nelson waved, and the smoke cleared behind him. "Are you going to be annoyed at being played with? The winner might get the power to initiate the game like me."

"This is an opportunity, you despicable, shameless, filthy scumbags, you are used to crawling at the feet of the strong, but I know very well that you are not safe for a minute, of course, no one is content with the status quo.”

"This is an opportunity to ascend to the sky, scumbags, no matter what Borgin Bork gets from me, whoever gets it will have powers that you can't imagine. In your hometown, you use the power of black magic to make a fortune, But this power is vain, and you see, who was driven here like a dwarf dog?"

"I understand your dissatisfaction and resentment. In this world, nothing is fair, so you have chosen a more convenient way to gain power,"

Gradually, fewer spells attacked Nelson, not only because he would be attacked by people around him if he was distracted, but because his voice had a demagogic power, and Barry even saw a familiar voice in a trance. The white-haired figure and Nelson gradually overlapped. Under the assimilation of the crowd, more and more people recognized his rules. While facing the impact of the building that Borgin Bock adhered to, he swept away the surrounding competitors. ·Bock's shrunken building can only be closed tightly, and he can't even prove his innocence.

He also understands that in this atmosphere, no one will believe his innocence. Even if Nelson's statement is full of loopholes, no one can think calmly. He decisively gave up his innocence, and arranged for people to strengthen the defense, while Gritting his teeth, he looked at Nelson on the opposite side from the window. The eyes of the two met in the air. Those dark eyes made his heart tremble, and he shrank his head back suddenly.

"Strength is also divided into strong and weak, you see, this weak spell is almost a scratch for me," Nelson smiled and looked away, "You all agree that the most important thing in this world is power, in When faced with such an opportunity, can you not be tempted?"

Those who heard the voice only felt that there was a charming temptress lying beside their ears.

The words aroused the desires in their hearts, and the fire in their hearts swelled to devour reason, and the light of the spell became even brighter.

"This is a knockout match, there are no referees, no spectators, and no opponents who obey the rules," Nelson's voice resounded throughout the city, and on the bell behind him, an overwhelmed crack was slowly spreading, "If you are afraid , just leave, never come back, go to the prison in your hometown to rehabilitate, and don't tell anyone that you were here."

No one listened to his words.

"I've seen this, like the Muggles in Germany, if you want to kill someone, make them crazy," Barry sighed, "but I thought you'd give them a chance to reform, Nelson."

"I don't have this qualification. Before coming here, they have faced countless opportunities." The big bell was completely split in half behind Nelson, and slammed heavily on the ground, "What's more, I have just given it. "

Barry looked at the people who stopped in the street, no one left, they couldn't even pause for a moment, and the moment Nelson's words ended, they started fighting again.

Barry didn't understand where their motivation came from. In his opinion, the ethereal resurrection stone was not as real as the invincible Elder Wand.

"Fever will ignite the temperature, Barry," Nelson was lying on the railing, his dark pupils reflected a splendid spell like fireworks, "you pour boiling water into the sea, and the sea won't get hot, but if you put ice If a lump is thrown into the lava, how long can it last without boiling?"

"Oh?"

"Grindelwald taught me a lesson that aliens will be assimilated by the environment, unless they have a firmness far beyond ordinary people, but unfortunately, this group of bereaved dogs who went to Berlin to warm up and bite each other are not so firm," Nelson The color in his eyes gradually brightened under the reflection of the fireworks, which also weakened Barry's thoughts of not wanting to approach, "These poor guys, they don't even know what the resurrection stone is, and they don't know what I gave to Borgin Bock. What, I don't know that I really have a grudge with him from time to time, they only know that the winner here will get everything, but what does this 'everything' mean? Even I can't figure it out."

Nelson straightened his back, attracting many people who were fighting on the street. Thick lightning fell from behind him and landed on the broken spire of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. A palace lantern woven from a lantern ribbon, he held a soft felt hat in front of his chest. In such a heavy rain, this hat used to cover the rain was the driest thing, but no one cared about his strange behavior. Who isn't eccentric to a dark wizard living in Berlin?

"boom!"

The furious thunder came from overhead, and Barry raised his head, not knowing when, the dark cloud that seemed to be dragged had come over their heads, it seemed endless, filled the sky, dragging the day in Berlin into a darker night than the night. In the deep darkness, the whole city fell into darkness and silence.

"boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, and at the moment of lighting, the spell also flew out, and people fell at the same time.

In this silent film environment, which seemed to be damaged by film, a silent but brutal killing began. Every few seconds, the sky and the earth would light up. The dark wizards quickly adapted to this environment, and those who did not fall became like a ghost.

But the haze at the end of the street was pitch black that even the thunder could not illuminate.

The black robes stirred and stirred in the rain, forming one piece. From a distance, it looked like a mass of black fog, and it looked like a tsunami of sewage. The originally icy street became even colder as it approached.

No one knows when and how the dementors who originally stationed Azkaban on a small island off the coast of England came here. No one knows their motives, but instinctively perceives the greed of predators. with appetite.

This desperate street is undoubtedly a feast for the dementors. The experienced wizards quickly realized that the only way to defeat the dementors is the Patronus Charm, and as we all know, dark wizards cannot call the Patronus.

"Have you memorized this line for a long time? It's really hard for you," Barry put down his wand against the bell, looked at Nelson's back in front of him, and said quietly, "Nelson, we each take what we need, no problem?"

"No problem." Nelson nodded, then walked back into the shadow of the clock tower between the lightning breaks, looked at Barry who straightened his waist and asked, "Is it the dementor of Azkaban? So you organized a prison break. ?"

"Of course, but it wasn't entirely ours," Barry nodded, squinting at the rush of people on the street, leaning against the railing, letting the raindrops wet his robes, which were tight Fitting tightly to his body, he unreservedly outlined the muscular lines of strong Kongwu, like a knife chiseled by an axe. Elbow to wrist, fingertips slowly slid down, hands crossed, compared to the prayer gestures that African wizards are accustomed to, "Not long ago, Lord Grindelwald made a special trip to England for this matter."

"The Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, he told me that you got a good job at the Ministry of Magic, and he told me that if you could succeed in your job with the peace of mind it would be a joy for all of us, of course , we all know that you are not the kind of person who can stay at ease. You can always find a place to squat when everyone thinks you have to move, and when everyone thinks you are tired and ready to settle down Nowhere," Barry said, nodding, "and he told me he had to hold you personally to get it going.

The next negotiation, I didn't believe it at the time, you know? Nelson, in my mind, you're still the little kid who repeated pigeons and gulls over and over with another kid on the cruise. "

"Do you believe it now?"

"I believe it. Your growth has exceeded my expectations. I used to think that you and I were the weakest among us. Now I don't think so," Barry shrugged, "I think at least me and Ender are the same. Only two people can hold you down~www.readwn.com~ You and Andre are bigger than Grindelwald?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and threw the small silver ball in his hand that he did not know when, "I have already It's recorded and sent to Nurmengard in a few days."

"Haha," Barry scratched his head and smiled, "I mean Andre is in charge of getting beaten, and I'm in charge of playing emotional cards."

"Why didn't you get beaten?"

"Because I've already played the emotional card for Andre." Barry looked at the back of the big bell, and a hunched old man slowly walked out of the shadows. At the moment when the thunder cut through the sky, he was full of scars. With a face as ferocious as a ghost, Barry waved to Andre, "Andre said he would be responsible for the beating."

"You wouldn't beat an old man, would you, Nelson?" Andre looked at Nelson pitifully, but this expression on his face, which was enough to stop a child from crying at night, only made it more terrifying, watching the silence in front of him. Nelson, he moved quietly to Barry and whispered, "Look, we've been holding him for three minutes."

Dementors gathered on the street, staring silently at the ingredients that killed each other, and those who dragged the dark clouds were also quickly approaching in the alleys. Barry put down the brass telescope. The place was already surrounded by water. Nelson's previous advice to quit has also run out of time.