My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Praise our freedom, our soul, our magic, our sun."

"They are the seasons of the sky, and in the dark they also cast stars."

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The wizards on the street fought more vigorously, and the breach on the first floor of the Borkin Bock mansion completely ignited their urgency. From the beginning of the spell, it gradually evolved into the field that the dark wizards are better at - poison , Fantastic Beasts, Curses, Magic Bombs, Infernal Corpses... All kinds of terrifying magical creations appear on the streets, spreading maliciousness unabashedly, and the magical battle has become a supporting role, even if the sky dims after the thunder , the battle of the wizards continues.

From time to time, violent explosions could be heard from the second floor of Borkin Bork's mansion. The dark wizards who were one step ahead had fallen into a hard fight. They were fighting everywhere, without friendship, without mercy. dark wizard fell.

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"The crops grow on the land that belongs to them, and the primitive forests, the paths of the inhabitants, the factories in operation, the land belongs to all things, and also belongs to the primates, and magic grows in the land. It does not breed evil, but only magnifies the soul."

"He is the light of dawn, the wall of despair, the giant walking in the shadow of the ridge, carrying the rolling stone on his shoulders."

"He is the fire thief, the cog of the world, the lever of justice, and each of us."

At the same time as the battle of the wizards is getting fiercer, the prayers across the street have come to an end, people's eyes are shining, even the darkness brought by the dark clouds cannot be concealed, those warriors with missionaries have become the center, even if In this atmosphere, their formation is still not scattered.

"The gushing steam outlines the shadow of magic, the unquenchable furnace drives the footsteps of reality, we pray, but no one answers."

"He said, stand up yourself."

"We call this name, the forerunner who has cut thorns for us, and the power that he has advanced to us and belongs to us."

Qiao Kunda took a deep breath and waited for the next name, while the two people on the clock tower were looking at the owner of the name with strange eyes.

"Nelson Wirtning Williams!"

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Nelson, who was stared at by Barry and Andrei, missed the scene where the missionaries started, and in Barry's words later: "For a self-proclaimed historian who didn't see this scene, he could consider changing careers. "

Muggles, magic... these two irrelevant words are linked together by the wonderful weapons in their hands.

"Well, although I have always disliked your formalism, but the war is coming, I still have to remind you, my brothers and sisters."

The team assembled, and Qiao Kunda took the initiative to stand in front and pour cold water.

"I've seen some Muggle mobilization videos before the war, and the leaders always shout some uplifting slogans, but I don't do that, I can't remember so many lines, and I'm not your leader. "

Qiao Kunda stood in the middle of the crowd and said in a very gentle tone that Nelson had never heard before: "This is a tough battle, completely different from the small-scale sneak attacks we have organized before, the dark wizards across the street from us. With a large number and rich experience, we can't solve the battle as quickly as we beat those underdogs who were dragged into the dark alley, they will react quickly, and you will be greeted with a more brutal counterattack."

"Although experiments have shown that the Iron Armor Spells that the missionaries inspire themselves can resist the powerful curses, this does not mean that you can despise your own lives at will. You and I both know that life is our most cherished treasure. You are all A survivor in a cage."

"Most of you are slaves who were rescued from warehouses. The enemy you are about to face is the villain who once captured you. I can't guarantee that a short and sloppy training will allow you to play as much as missionaries. Strength, this is an alchemy tool that is inferior to magic wands. You are people who have died once. I know that you never pity your own lives, but dignity cannot resist the curse," Jokunda sighed softly. , the tone is still gentle, but with a little more concern, "We don't have extra time to find more missionaries, this is the greatest support we can get from those who support us all over the world, among you Most of them even have to fight with bullets and flesh and blood against the black magic that devours souls at every turn, and let your mind always recall our training, the simple combination of magic, the tactics of magic and firearms, and what we had to fight. Will, my dear friend, I don't think I'm qualified, but I want to cheer you up on behalf of the missionary maker, and warn you that he should be happy to see you rise, but he doesn't want to see you fall."

The rain completely wet Jokunda's robe, and the sun pattern on her chest is close to the curvature of her body. With her movements, it is really like a flaming flame, roasting the marks of the soldiers who ran down the slaves. It was scorching hot enough to set them on fire in the mighty downpour.

"Many people have asked me why I would stand on the opposite side of the wizard, betray my people, my compatriots, and let the inferior Muggles who have been trampled under the feet of the wizard deal with me... I don't know why ," Qiao Kunda raised her head and let the pea-sized raindrops fall on her face, a few of which fell into her bright eyes, merging into a clear stream and sliding down from the corner of her eyes, "I am the same as you. , is also a person who has died once. I was lucky enough to spend the most wonderful time in my life by a beautiful and peaceful lake. Although it is fleeting, it can also make my eyes see more things - Ma Melon, the name we've all used to call each other, has been an insult since long ago, but I can only call you this - my Muggle friends, your home is right in front of you, and I just want one A father is able to embrace his daughter again..."

The Jokunda manifesto is not as magical as Nelson did when he instigated the cannibalism of the dark wizards. She didn't stir people's emotions, she didn't state interests, she didn't confuse people, she just told her story plainly, like a The nun was like a lamb who came to confession. She didn't even finish the story, but she said such a general idea, but it was enough to infect the soldiers whose hearts were beating wildly.

The sky broke, and Qiao Kunda, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center, raised her clenched hands to her chest, and her black robe dyed white by lightning was like a gauze skirt. Her uninhibited attitude to life brought her fitness. At the moment, Zi has a delicate and fragile look, and the slightly dark complexion presents a broken feeling that is difficult to see directly under the electric light, and has a thrilling beauty.

The warriors in prayer postures stood up, carefully selected warriors, with countless old and weak women and children hiding behind them, they had never enjoyed the peaceful handshake of England, but almost fell to the ground. In the intensified poisoning, in Qiao Kunda's whispers, they also seemed to be reminded of magic-related memories, their heartbeats accelerated, blood was vigorous, and their dense, drum-like heartbeats slowly converged in each other's eyes. The weak tremors in the chest were linked together, and what brought the ancient street under his feet was the pressure as if an earthquake had struck.

Barry felt that the handrail of the clock tower in his hand also began to tremble. He looked at Nelson in surprise, but Nelson's face also showed a surprised expression, as if he did not even expect to see such a scene.

High, intense, fearful, hopeless, hopeful, painful, excited, and joyous emotions intertwined, making the cold instruments on their wrists come alive. Perhaps magic is emotions, even if Muggles have No magic power, but such a firm and huge emotion is enough to infect and activate the magic loaded in the missionaries, Nelson's theory has been confirmed again, he can even feel a star flying over Berlin is also moved by it. , a high-pitched falcon was looming in the clouds.

The warrior wearing the missionary will form a three-person team with two companions. They wear well-forged firearms and equipment. These are things that wizards never look down on. When the missionary falls, another person will take his place. Duties, until this three-person team fell down and was taken over by another team, the bullets of the brass cartridges were stuck into the magazines one by one, and their movements were so light that by this time, the people who were fighting in the next street were scrambling. The wizard did not notice their presence, and the preparations were completed quickly. With the lighting of lightning, they quickly gathered at the alley leading to the opposite street.

Jokunda took the lead, raising her wand, only to be stopped by the crowd.

They did not persuade, and the missionaries were not equipped with earplugs to listen to this type of incantation, they just shook their heads silently, expressing gratitude and respect to Jokunda, as if to say, "Miss, this is our war."

Jokunda was silent for a moment, and a bright smile appeared on her face. This was the first time she smiled so happily today. She ran away from the alley briskly, and took out a Nelson piece from her tool bag. The familiar little silver ball, she raised it, threw it into the air forcefully, and pushed it with her wand.

"What is that?" Barry couldn't help but ask, looking at the small silver ball slowly taking off and flying towards the streets of fierce battle, "Do you know me?"

"boom!!"

The thunder sounded, and the sky suddenly dimmed. Nelson only had time to lower his head and close his eyes. He yanked Barry down, making his face and the ground come into intimate contact.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

This extra-long day brought a long roar of thunder. In the eyes of farewell, the soldiers silently entered the alley. Just as Barry opened his mouth to scold Nelson for the sudden attack, a dazzling white light appeared The sky above the battlefield lit up, as if a sun had fallen into the world, dyeing everything on the street white.

The vision of the dark wizards who had just finished hiding suddenly turned pale, and some people couldn't help covering their eyes and let out a wailing sound, but the exposure of the orientation did not bring an attack, because most people lost their eyesight temporarily like him.

Andre was not exempt. This curious little old man had been staring at the small silver ball since he noticed it, and now he was rolling on the ground, cursing and asking Nelson to give him a pair of see-through eyes.

The wailing dark wizards didn't notice the footsteps hidden in the thunder. When the first missionary showed his eyes at the entrance of the alley, the wizards who could not bear to look directly were lying like dead pigs. up the street.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms under the cover of his teammates, and said it was too late. A cold light flashed, followed by a rapid gunshot, and the next second, a blind werewolf accompanied him. The blood flower that rose from the chest flew upside down, and its rodents were also covered with blood. The missionary, who had not had time to release a spell, fell silently, clutching his neck that was almost torn in two. The iron armor equipped by the missionary The mantra didn't even fire.

This is the first reduction in this war. The soldier holding the gun didn't have time to grieve. He dropped the gun in his hand, leaned down, took off the missionary on his companion's wrist and put it on himself~www.readwn.com~ He Closing his eyes and chanting the maker's name softly, a new missionary was born in the sound of magic light and gears rubbing against each other.

This little episode did not affect the progress of the soldiers. They used the short safety time created by the small silver **** to skillfully use the missionaries to seize the terrain and make fortifications. As the strong light above their heads slowly extinguished, the street was once again plunged into darkness. In the silence and darkness, except for a small number of keen wizards, most people do not know that in the darkness, new enemies appear, eager to hunt down their enemies.

"I never thought of a day like this, seriously." Barry's voice sounded in the dark. "It's more bizarre than Lord Grindelwald telling me I can get back on my feet."

"Why didn't you speak? Did you run away?"

Nelson didn't run, his attention was drawn to the things that flew out of the fortifications, early mayflies, lost to the penguins because of old models, faulty materials, and incompetence. It seems that he put these things The support was given to Jokunda, and although he didn't know how he got in touch with Jokunda, Nelson was relieved by the appearance of the mayfly.

These mayflies, who did not obey him for the time being, swept across the battlefield awkwardly, searching for enemies around them, and their muzzles began to point in the right direction with the call.

"boom!"

The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the consumption of the rainstorm. With a big hole in the top of the head, the sky suddenly lit up, and at the moment when the sun shone, the gunshots were loud, and in the barrage, one after another not fatal but the key curse Breaking the wizard's hasty defense, the bullets harvested lives as fragile as those they had killed before, the first exchange of fire after a hundred years, and the first time people who did not know magic took the initiative.

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