My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

I like to kill.

I'm not talking about shredding the throats of my enemies, listening to their cries, and having their dirty blood splattered on my filthy robes... uninteresting slaughter.

I love watching my prey slaughter each other, attacking the weaknesses of their own kind with unbelievable efficiency, and this merciless cruelty is more decisive than against aliens, even in my memory During the long years of fighting against humans, their means of dealing with us were not even comparable to those of the same kind.

I like to float quietly beside me, like a **** of death, waiting to harvest the souls of both sides of the battle.

That kind of despair and fear is the most wonderful taste in the world, believe me, the people who fall are afraid of death, which makes the fear of standing people more delicious, everyone says we like to **** people Happy, I want to correct, don't you first pick out the dirt and rotten leaves from the ingredients when you cook?

I have wandered for a long time in the prison that humans use to imprison their kind, and since the day it was created, delicious despair has not left my recipes, not even leave, the food that has been reduced to prison At first, he would be arrogant, or show off his family affairs, or show off his murderous name, or tell the wizards who cooperated with us to guard that they are innocent, but whatever they say is useless, the fear is from this moment Started to brew.

Like pickles... oh! Why do I know what pickles are? what is that?

They will soon adapt to the reality of being behind bars and start to feel self-pity. At this time, their fear is negative. Even if we try to lower the temperature, it is difficult to change the fact that the food starts to rot and stink, but please be patient. , After experiencing this not long period of pain, their taste will be overtaken.

Fortunately, our time is long enough to fully afford it.

Usually at this time, the guys who don't belong to our plate will be taken away, and the people who stay will accept their true destiny. At this time, they will realize the despair and fear that have secretly sprouted in their hearts. There will be loss of life, loss of glory, loss of traces of existence in the society of the past - what is the meaning of these things? I don't know, maybe it's like putting some yeast powder in the pickles to enhance the color and flavor.

They will begin to weigh life and torture and struggle, but the darkened cell will make their fears swell. At this time, we will find an opportunity to turn around in front of them to deepen our impression, and by the way, advance vegetable.

They will soon become depressed, and then, angry and uncontrollable, self-mutilate in a way that they think they can get out of trouble, this is just desperate self-abandonment, the jailers will inform them that they have been abandoned by their families, and at that time, it is Our chance to enjoy delicious food.

And now, we have a big meal in front of us.

Do you think that madness is not despair? Do you think that the trembling bodies of those bloodthirsty madmen hide a heart that is not afraid of death? No, you are very wrong, they are scared to death, fear may make people cringe, but extreme despair can bring madness.

You smell, this kind of madness, isn't it unusually delicious? Every time one of them fell, Yumei would go up a gradient.

How to make despair ferment more delicious? Of course, a little condiment is needed.

What's that thing called? Hope, ah yes... what a disgusting word.

You see, there is light in their hearts, which will keep the expectation of life in a small part of their hearts, they are still looking for some erratic, survival opportunity, but the fear is growing, which will make them Their souls are fatter and deeper, and when they fall into true despair, it will be a meal like we've never seen... Maybe we've enjoyed a similar feast when we were born.

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The dementors are like an impermeable wall, pushing forward slowly against the ground, and the wizards who are still standing on the street no longer need them to leave as much space as they did at the beginning.

They don't have a mind, they just have an instinct, maybe some of the guys who have lived a long time have a unique insight into food.

One of the dementors scanned the street filled with fallen wizards. The cloudy eyes under the black robe slowly lifted, noticing the people on the top of the church bell tower in the distance. Their eyesight was not affected by thunderstorms. It is affected by the sky, because they can only perceive the soul, and it is not clear whether there are eyes under the black robe.

"One...two?"

It seems that there are two of the same kind standing on the top of the bell tower. Are they the same people? They actually chose to observe their food at such a close distance, and even caught one to play with themselves.

No, they're not of the same kind, they're human, just one of them has magic similar to the spell that created them, and the other, the soul is shrouded in negative emotions that are too large to look directly at, those evils are pure, as if human instinct Ordinary, but wickedly mixed, as if countless people were crowded together.

And the "food" they took to the top of the clock tower was the one who liberated them with the master's magic not long ago.

Looking at these three special guys, this dementor's mind was a little overloaded, it froze in place, disrupting the frequency of the dementors' robes swinging.

Those three were Barry, who was temporarily freed by Haierbo's magic to control slaves, Nelson, who was using the power of Peeves to penetrate people's hearts, and who went to Azka when Grindelwald visited the British Ministry of Magic and held Nelson in hand. Ban summons Andre the Dementors.

"Do you feel like a dementor is watching us?"

Nelson turned his head and looked towards the dark end of the street. The dementor was raising its pale and rotten hands, raising its hood, a pair of dark eyes, a pair of empty pupils, and their eyes met in the air. The monster made an action that went against its frenzied nature, perhaps because a stronger instinct had taken control of it - it buckled the brim of its hat and lowered its head.

Nelson used the mayfly to observe this scene with interest. For the dementors, a mayfly with only weak magic power does not exist in their eyes, and can even be observed by sticking to their faces.

The team of dementors was in a commotion because of the reaction of this special dementor. They actually smelled the coveted aroma on their own kind. Before a blink of an eye, the same kind behind the dementor. swarmed up.

The sky was lit up again by lightning, and the black walls composed of dementors were still in order, but they were a step forward. This slight position difference caused the dark wizards on the street to fear even more, and the mansion of Borgin Bock was already dilapidated. Almost all the walls facing the street were cut open, and the first floor that was opened up still maintained the original splendid furnishings, but the lights had been extinguished.

The decorations on the table were scattered all over the place. There were tables and chairs stained with blood everywhere. There were countless wizards lying on the ground. The intruders who entered, most of them fell in the sneak attack between each other.

There was not a single living person left on the entire first floor. The banquet hall upstairs heard explosions from time to time, but it was difficult to see what was going on inside from the brick-covered windows outside. The wizard twitched unconsciously, and then was completely knocked down by the curse from the outside world.

This magic spell is like a starting gun that directs the battle to open. Suddenly, colorful magic spells poured out from all directions. Even Nelson and the three of them retreated to the clock tower to avoid the edge. These dark wizards no longer choose to kill with one hit. The death curse, when the dementor was approaching and Borgin Bock was in front of them, they all took out their unique skills to press the bottom of the box, and took advantage of the short dawn to frantically attack the one who found a place in the last lightning strike. Competitors attack.

But unlike Barry Andre, who was paying attention to the battle on the street, Nelson's attention was attracted by uninvited guests from outside the street. Those who approached the street with their legs showed a completely different discipline from the wizards. Three and three formed a group, and the groups were connected to each other, and the seemingly loose but tight siege was completed on the outside only one street away. There is no awareness of their presence, and the communication between them even only uses gestures, even the shoes are idiosyncratic, ensuring that no sound is heard.

Nelson's brows furrowed. In his opinion, the group didn't look like a wizard at all, and he could even see the muzzles of some people's guns exposed under their cloaks.

Muggle? What do they want to do? What can they do? Is it the people of Prussia who have come to retake their homeland?

Nelson wanted to use the Muggle Banishing Charm to drive them away from the battlefield. If they wanted to restore the country, they just had to wait for the cannibalism here to end. In the wizarding war, Muggle firearms only have an effect on the first shot. , and the rest are sacrifices.

But their next move made Nelson stop the spell.

I saw one of them stand up, attracting the attention of everyone on the street, the light of the lighting spell lit up at the tip of her staff, illuminating her still delicate but sandy face, which was just across the street. Undoubtedly, it will lead to the disaster of killing, but here, it will only attract pious and determined eyes.

Jokunda Sykes.

The woman that Nelson tried to stay away from because he was afraid of being chased and called Dad actually appeared in Berlin. Nelson's eyebrows were slowly raised. Because of the guilt of the bad prank, he had tried his best to block the news about Qiao Kunda. , he even forgot about her after hearing that she visited the Memorial Park on the site of Second Salem.

Noticing Nelson's movements, Barry tiptoed across the clock tower to his side, looked at the orderly team under his feet, and teased, "I knew you would never come alone."

Nelson ignored him, his expression became more and more strange, and he now had 10,000 reasons to believe that this team of Muggles was ready to surround the Prussian wizards on the other side of the street.

"I remember this man, Jokunda Sykes."

"You investigated her?" Nelson asked, turning his head. "What has she been up to lately?"

"I don't know her because I investigated her, but we had a rally on the east coast of the United States a few years ago, and this woman fell from the sky on a broom and landed right on Queenie Gold, who was not leaving at the time. At Stein's feet, when she was... uh... not in such good shape, she swore that she had flown over from England on a broom, who could believe this kind of nonsense, but Queenie said what she said It's all true, we thought she was soft-hearted, so we erased the memory of this Miss Sykes and threw her into the sea," Barry shrugged, "until a few years later I wrote in a book called "Wizards for Nearly Hundred Years" I saw her picture in the book "The Best", the first witch to cross the Atlantic on a broom, oh, good guy!"

"I know what she did," Andre, who noticed that she was left behind by the two, came over dissatisfied, glanced at the street, and said, "The badges on those around her are the ones that have become popular in the United States in recent years. It is said that in the summer of two years ago, some Muggles witnessed the advent of the sun **** in the sky of Boston, and later developed into a sect that worships the sun, with the purpose of 'extradition and light', but later became somewhat extreme."

"and then?"

"When I was looking for your way of accumulating magic power, I found that Sykes restores this kind of magic that no one was optimistic about before, so I turned my target to Jokunda Sykes, the orphan of Dr. Sykes, in the Looking through the files in Krakow, I noticed a roundup of Jokunda Sykes, it looks like you are one step ahead of me, Nelson, but the main purpose of the Department of Mysteries operation we planned while you came here is not the first. Two time-turners, but Sykes reduction," Andre said slowly, "she soon joined the second tomb of Salem Victims Memorial Park after undergoing corrections on the shores of Lake Ontario. The ranks of people, those Muggle protections are very special, we can't find her follow-up movements, only know that she appeared at a religious event in Miami last winter~www.readwn.com~ It is this sect, it seems that , she should have managed to master the sect and trained them, but she just doesn't know how effective it is."

"What Department of Mysteries operations? What the hell?"

"Anyway, if you fail, there's no need to hide it. Your defense is really old-fashioned, and you're very good at making people work for you, Nelson."

"You're really the most frank criminal I've ever seen!" Nelson raised his forehead, "I've never seen a thief and a master get along with us like this. Can you steal from someone else? I really do Unbearable."

"We've always been like this, haven't we?" Andre shrugged, "Although our positions are different, we've always been frank with each other... What is that?!"

With Andre's exclamation, Nelson and Barry looked at the Muggles on the street. Their formations in threes and threes took care of each other. If they were used in a wizard's army, their combat effectiveness would definitely be stronger than that of stragglers. Delie's heart was filled with quest and fear, but what was even more shocking was the weapons they raised after their prayers.

It was a production line that had been running in secret because it had not yet had the opportunity to show it. Nelson handed over the power to fate, and handed it over to Alexander and the stars in the sky to decide the whereabouts of the gifts. Except for the batch allocated to the penguins, the big Most missionaries are a random gift from the sky, but like stars, they can attract each other—

In this way, the missionaries formed an unplanned establishment under the **** mouth of Razer that pierced the sky.

They were half-kneeling, precision-shaped bracers clasped with a magical shimmer on their raised arms.

In a trance, Nelson even heard the "click" sound of the bullet being loaded.

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