My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"But that's also my war."

Nelson answered loudly and loudly over the torrential rain. His piercing eyes made it difficult for Andre to look directly.

"Yes, Nelson, that's your war! But that's not your war alone!" Andre grabbed Nelson's arm, the magic light gradually dimmed Charlie, he shook his head vigorously and said, "You What do you think victory can bring them? It will only make the wizard vigilant, and then launch more cruel sanctions and revenge. You are a person who can see the overall situation and even the future. Think about the battle that you forcibly catalyzed and forcibly terminated. War! Back then you could laugh and scold and it was none of your business because you weren't German, you weren't Jewish, you weren't French, but now it's different, you're a wizard, Nelson, you know what you're going to do next What are the consequences of going out?"

"Makes sense." Nelson nodded solemnly, "but strictly speaking, my country of origin should be France."

"Don't think I'm joking, Nelson! What kind of friendship do we have? The last letter my favorite student sent me was asking me to take care of you without support. The battle is won or lost with me. It has nothing to do with it!" Andre warned with gritted teeth, "Don't be angry with me, I got your things in a bad way, and I can generously admit that the purpose of my visit this time is Berlin. The wizard, Lord Grindelwald needs their magic, I can even call someone from Nurmengard to help these vulnerable Muggles kill them all, but I won't, you know why?!"

"You're right, Muggles should learn to stand up for themselves."

Nelson smiled, and just when Andre was satisfied with the effect of his persuasion, he raised his wand high, and the knotted elderberry in his hand was like a baton of a commanding orchestra. It's not too different from Deadwood in its habit, and no one uses it as a wand - except for the legend that some wizards on the street recognized this wand, linking to Igor Karkaroff's sale of Resurrection Shi's news, their eyes suddenly became hot, and the magic spell attacking Muggles became stronger. The iron armor spell stored by the missionary collapsed and shattered like a paper shell. Every moment, there was hot blood sprinkled. On the walls on both sides of the street.

The Muggle resistance gradually became weak, and as Jokunda had told them, the wizards quickly learned how the firearms attacked, and the straight bullet was like a toy to the magical barrier, the missionary's. Magic power can only make them support, but black magic is even more unpredictable, they are more and more disadvantaged, and it is even difficult to organize a decent counterattack.

But no one flinched. This land that is being poisoned by black magic is their homeland. They have no support behind them, only their families who need to be protected. The missionaries continue to pass in the hands of one soldier after another, and the brilliance of magic is also growing. Dim, they have fallen into desperation.

"Didn't you promise me?" Andre raised his arm to cover his eyes. The powerful magic of the Elder Wand stabbed his eyes, and Nelson's disguise constructed with transsexualism also fell apart under this magic. Revealing his original face, Andre wanted to stop Nelson's movements as he did just now, but even with the blessing of magic, it was difficult for his hand to approach Nelson, just like the prayers of Muggles on the street. A fiery sun lit up on the dilapidated roof of a church destroyed by the fire. Its heat caused the dementors to flee frantically. The dementors who were squeezed behind the team and did not escape the light were even burned to the ground. Ash, Andre, under Nelson's magic, approached step by step, the lines of the scar on his face were pale, "Are you crazy? Are you going to overturn the table?!"

What responded to him was an unusually loud falcon. In the Muggle formation, a few people raised their heads in surprise. They were not the aborigines here, but those who responded to the call to help their compatriots. Boston, some who had been to Paris at the Expo, they recognized the voice.

Andre moved the arm that was blocking his eyes a little, Nelson was gone, only the sphere of light shining white was rising higher and higher. For someone like him, the light was dazzling and in the darkness of the chaos. From the wizard's point of view, the light burns, and from the dementor's point of view, it's a talisman, but to those Muggles who don't even have magic power, it's so warm and peaceful.

"I'm afraid there will be no second person in Berlin who can hold the Patronus Charm."

Barry thought of what he had just said, and showed a self-deprecating smile. He took the annoyed Andre's shoulders and stood quietly beside him, watching Nelson's unstoppable movements together.

The sun rose slowly, crossed the broken roof of the bell tower, spread its wings and rose to the clouds. The heavy rain that had been dragged so far didn't even have time to fall to the ground, but was boiled and evaporated by the temperature of the patron saint, forming a dense fog that enveloped Berlin. , I can't tell whether it is ordinary fog or lost fog, or a mixture of the two.

The dark wizards have raised their vigilance one after another. Nelson, who has changed his face, is obviously a bad visitor and came prepared. The magic of this color spectrum does not seem to be their peers. Is this a powerful magic? They didn't know if they could resist this shocking magic, only Borgin Bock, who was panting by the window on the second floor of the mansion, saw a big hole in the sky covered with clouds and a post-traumatic response. Disturbance-like discomfort.

"No... come again."

Andre is right, this is their war, no matter what his position is, he is always a wizard, the chicks under his wings can't even catch bugs, if he is gone, or dead, what should they do? How to do it? There was a hint of determination in Nelson's eyes, and he clenched his fist and raised it hard.

The fog emerged from the corpse of the dark wizard on the street, no different from the scene in Knockturn Alley. They rose into the sky, merged into the lost fog, and then condensed into purer fog and water droplets.

The portal condensed by the Lost Fog opened beside Nelson, and a huge, scarlet eye was looking down at everything on the ground through the portal. It was Alexander's one-eyed and also the Hogwarts Express running in the blurred fantasy. Headlights, the red train is galloping along the tracks, it passes through the tunnel formed by clouds and fog, and comes to Nelson from the underground of Auschwitz in an instant.

This rain was replaced by another rain, a rain of silver glittering light. The little rays of light fell like meteors, falling down from the mist overhead. This deeply buried production line has a steady stream of replenishment. The warriors of the melon raised their heads, and a spot of light fell on them. It was a radiant metal that was constantly deforming. They approached the missionary, infiltrated through the gaps in the structure, deformed into corresponding shapes, and stuck in the mission like a puzzle. in the structure of the scholar.

The original rough and wild structure has become refined. Andre, who has witnessed all this, has never seen such a transmutation technique. It can actually transform and upgrade these alchemy props in the form of a rain. The exquisite gloves are like boxing gloves in an octagonal cage, making the wearer feel full of power.

Andre raised his head, Nelson's breath seemed to be beside him.

...

It seemed that he was nervous about the atmosphere in the ward, or maybe the exhaustion from the successive shocks was too hard to resist. Christian just rolled over and continued to sleep with his mouth shut.

Soon, the erratic snoring sounded in the ward. Christian's nose opened and closed, an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, a trace of coldness oozes from his forehead, his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and he squeezed the blanket tightly. Jiao's hands also kept shaking. Looking at her, Old Tom's face became a little nervous. He stood up against the corner of the bed and wanted to go out and call the doctor.

"Don't worry," Tom said behind Old Tom. "It's a normal reaction to potions."

"Potion..."

Old Tom's footsteps stopped, and his face was even more ugly. Even with his back to Tom, Tom could feel his uneasy mood. Old Tom seemed to recall the days when he was dominated by potions, and he seemed a little nervous. Yes, but he managed to keep his emotions under control in the end, and didn't break out as recklessly as when father and son first met.

After a long delay, he turned around slowly, looked at Tom who was sitting beside the bed teasing the plants and asked, "Is it... reliable?"

"Not sure," Tom shook his head, "I configured it myself."

"Oh, then I'm relieved," old Tom sat down with the back of his chair, looking at least twenty years older than a few years ago, like an old yellowed newspaper, "you won't give Lola Eating unsafe things."

"Who knows?" Tom slid his hand and pulled a leaf from the green plant on the windowsill, and quickly tucked it back into the leaves to pretend nothing happened, "I'll get stuck eating too, dangerous. Always everywhere, you say?"

Old Tom shook his head and didn't answer his words. He looked at Tom's profile like his own, and after a long time, he broke the silence and asked, "I haven't had time to ask, Laura...why is she hospitalized? "

"There was an incident on a street in London before, and a gang of dark wizards attacked Diagonal Lane, and you can find out where it is later," Tom said. "I happened to be passing by with her and another guy that day. I entrusted her to the guy, but he somehow got hot and rushed in, locked Christian in the car before leaving, and she broke the lights in the car herself."

"and then?"

"She was in a coma by the time she was rescued, mainly because of her nervousness and loss of strength," Tom thought for a while, then said, "I just asked Headmaster Derwent, and she told me that some people are in this situation. , being in a claustrophobic and cramped space for a long time can make you nervous, she told me that in most cases it has something to do with childhood experiences, maybe Christian was treated badly during the time when he was abducted, such as every day If the money you want to steal is not up to standard, you will be locked in a small dark room.”

Tom spoke lightly, his tone and expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about a common thing, but old Tom was worried when he heard it. uproar.

Tom pouted, walked over to Christian, wiped off the sweat on her face with the towel hanging by the bedside, and unscrewed a small green bottle for her to sniff, then screwed the cap back to his own. on the seat.

"What is that?" Old Tom asked curiously, looking at the bottle in Tom's hand.

"A potion, refreshing."

"Oh."

The conversation between the two was always like this. When there was nothing serious to say, it was often difficult to continue. During the period, the wizard who was in charge of treating Christian came in and performed some magic on her that neither Tom nor old Tom could understand. , left shortly after inquiring about Christian's situation.

After the door was closed, old Tom was obviously a little unable to sit still, his **** slightly left the stool, and said, "I just heard you say that your principal is also here, as the father of a student, I think I should visit Look at this Lady Derwent... Speaking of which, he thought that Albus Dumbledore would be your next Headmaster."

"Oh, Dumbledore is the headmaster," Tom shook his head~www.readwn.com~ Headmaster Darise Derwent was the old headmaster of Hogwarts hundreds of years ago, and I just went to visit her portrait. "

"portrait?"

"Some high-achieving or wealthy wizards will leave their portraits to communicate with future generations, which is also considered to be alive in another way."

"Magic...it's really amazing," Old Tom's **** returned to the stool, "after I was able to get out of bed some time ago, I found that the house was almost the same every day. The housekeeper would buy some gadgets related to magic, and they It's not even popular in London anymore."

"Even without magic, the world is the same day by day, at least when I go back to London every year for holidays, everything here feels foreign to me."

"Yeah..." Old Tom sighed, and was concerned about Tom's life, "I know that you spent most of your time on campus before you graduated, and you can go to the West City Orphanage during holidays, but now Where do you live? Can Laura go home after graduation?"

"Nal's uncle and aunt left him a house, and I live in a room on the second floor, and I will also live there during school holidays," Tom said, looking at Christian, who looked a little better, " As for her, I suggest you better ask her what she thinks, I used to like to make decisions for her, but now that I think about it, I might be wrong."

"You are more of a qualified father than I am."

"Hehe, father is not a job, how can you be qualified or unqualified?"

"I'll go see that Aibo first," Tom stood up, pressed his right hand, and declined old Tom who wanted to stand up and send him off, "You... stay here with Christian, she's closer to you Some."

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