My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"A... Muggle... using a wand?"

On the opposite side of the long street, a wizard with his head exposed behind his companion's body stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe what he saw. He turned his head and saw the bunker behind him, revealing a pair of equally shocked eyes. The wand in the eye owner's hand was still firmly pointed at his back, but he didn't care about dodging and fighting back at all, he just repeated the question just now numbly, "A Muggle, using a wand?"

A numbness rising from the soles of his feet swept across his body quickly, straight to the top of his head, almost piercing his skull, but eventually deflated from his eyes and ears, the rain had stopped, but he felt The body is cold, and it is more fearful than when you encounter a dragon in the wild when you are young. This kind of fear belongs to human instinct. When people see something that is almost exactly the same but completely different, they will instinctively shudder - Muggles are It's easy to tell, but what about when Muggles pick up their wands and can use magic again? He knew that the guy in the strange robe in the distance was different from himself, but what was the difference? There was a kind of replaced horror in his heart, and he recalled the horror stories of people under the bed and shadows who had been replaced by shadows when he was a child.

"It's fake," the wand pointed at his back slipped from his hand, and the wizard also stood up, wide-eyed, looking at the Muggle who was clumsily using the 'Transfiguration Charm' in the distance, his lips quivering, "It must be a trick. My brother is a squib, and a wand is no different to him than a fire stick."

"But that seems to be... a levitating spell?" The wizard wasn't sure at first, because the movement was too clumsy, too slow, too like a magic beginner just entering school.

"Maybe they were wizards in disguise? After all—"

Before the wizard behind him could finish his sentence, a stray bullet was fired from a distance. The moment he saw the flames at the muzzle, he bent down and hid behind the cover, but the target standing in front of him was nowhere to be seen. Not so lucky, the first bullet passed through his ear, the noise of breaking the air instantly stunned his consciousness, and the next bullet went straight through his eyebrows, straight, no Offset an inch.

The red blood left from his forehead, and he slowly fell back. The fire was like a starting gun on the field. People who were shocked by the scene not long ago would wake up. The next second, in the silver light rain, a fierce curse Shooting started again.

Nelson stood in the air, behind him was a fluttering steel silver falcon, its sharp claws pinched Nelson's shoulders, and its interlocking and complex eyeballs slowly turned, through the silver shadow and light pollution, Marking the position of each missionary in front of Nelson's eyes, the high wind blew the hem of Nelson's robe, he pressed the brim of his hat tightly, and the joy on his face could even be seen by Andre on the ground.

Under the control of Transfiguration, the dense rain of light has become a regular part, embedded in the old-fashioned product, the rhythm of the gear rotation is like a pleasant symphony, and the sound of the whistle from the clouds is the long-term auxiliary music. The sound of the horn and the intense drum beats stirred up an exciting rhythm, which made Nelson and the Muggles on the Long Street "beat" wildly.

"Damn."

Andre also noticed the Muggle who picked up the wand, and his face changed greatly. In a hurry, he waved the wand, and a cold green light rushed towards the man like a life-threatening lightning.

The Muggle holding the wand was still immersed in this incomprehensible scene. He didn't even notice that death was approaching from behind. Just as the Life Sucking Charm was about to hit him, a spot of light that was about to hit the ground quickly opened and changed. It became a shiny magic mirror, and the magic spell rubbed against the slightly inclined mirror surface and flew into the air, and the mirror that had withstood Andre's note was shattered into scum.

He raised his head, and Nelson, who was hovering in the air, was putting away the black walnut wand in his left hand, and continued to focus his experience on the elder wand in his right hand. Nelson noticed Andre's eyes, grinned, and showed a brilliant look at him. smile.

Andre ignored it and attacked the Muggle holding the wand like a madman, but this time, Nelson didn't need to take action. The upgraded missionary inspired a strengthened defense on his own. The debris scattered around turned into a shield and surrounded him.

Just as Andre was attacking, a few more missionaries completed the upgrade. More complex and sophisticated parts made up soft gloves. The restrained magic light did not show off its Kongwu. These were selected by the missionaries. Inspired by the first warriors, the missionaries picked up the wands of casualty wizards scattered on the ground, and felt the first spell in their lives.

Seeing more and more deformed missionaries, Andre's calm attitude disappeared without a trace. He strode to Barry's side, whispered a few words to him, raised his head, and stared at the sky. Nelson.

Barry heard the words, glanced at Nelson above his head, turned into a mass of agitating black mist and flew away. In the silent scream, a mass of pitch-black mist dragged tail flames through Berlin City, wrapping the place of battle. stand up.

At this time, Nelson patted the paw of the silver falcon. It made a clear cry, released Nelson and flew into the clouds. The falling Nelson enjoyed the pleasure of weightlessness. When he was about to land, a few were suspended in the air. The mayflies gathered around him, and the speed of his fall was stagnant. They quickly formed a bright and clean platform, carrying Nelson down slowly.

In the process of Nelson's fall, the warring wizards realized that the situation was not good, and saw one glove after another in the hands of the group of Muggles who could only be beaten. Although they didn't know what would happen next, they Understand that if Muggles are allowed to complete their arms, they may suffer more heavy casualties, so they unanimously launched a more frantic counterattack, and powerful curses were intertwined in the air, harvesting and shooting Muggles with their guns. life, but the guys who picked up the wand were like turtles, surrounded by shields and unable to knock them down.

It couldn't go on like this, the frequency of the spell became faster, and the falling Nelson was also drowned in the spell.

But he still passed through after all, hovering beside the spire of the clock tower, obliquely ahead of Andre.

"What did you do? Nelson!" Andre was excited, gritted his teeth, and made the smallest sound with the greatest strength. He wanted to jump on the spire of the clock tower and grab Nelson's collar and throw him to the ground. , "Are you crazy?!"

"I just tried."

"try what?"

"Let this war be an equal war that they can win with their own hands."

"I can condone your mischief, Nelson, for Jonas' sake, and because those stupid guys don't understand what's going on," Andre said with cold eyes, pulling out his wand, "you can witness your army In this battle with equal power against the dark wizards of Berlin, but after this war is over, no matter who is last standing here, the dementors over there will take their lives, I have let them Barry sealed it off."

"Why?" Nelson asked rhetorically.

"If you have followed up on Dr. Sykes, you should know the reason for his tragic death." Andre spoke very quickly, "Do you think he was experimenting with living people? That doesn't count at all. It's nothing, the real reason he was exterminated was that he was trying to study the origin and nature of magic. The magic you learned was the product before his failure. Fortunately, he failed, otherwise you would have learned even that Rosh son Sykes reduction. No! Now you're going a step further—"

Andre raised his wand and pointed at Nelson. A large black web, like the venom spitting out from a poisonous spider, turned towards Nelson as a hood. The strong strength against Shafiq, the heavy net is like a black hole, exuding a strong attraction, just one glance, Nelson has a desire to join, and those curses passing by the tower Just like the light beam passing through the black hole, it was twisted by the huge gravitational force and pulled into the net. The colorful magic light was mixed in the net, making it stronger and stronger, exuding a kind of colorful black.

Nelson and Andre stared at each other silently across the dark net. The shimmering light from the mayfly under his feet was even absorbed by the black net. There was a blurry black mist between them, and they couldn't see each other. Really, only his voice came out from behind, clear and bright.

"I did what you wanted, Andre, and it was their war."

"You're dragging them to a point of no return, Nelson," Andre said sternly. "Those dumb guys on the street don't understand, don't you? Don't I understand? Even if you rush into the street now, go Kill all the dark wizards in Berlin, and no one will say anything. Even if you stand in public now and shout to the world that you have betrayed wizards and you are going to stand on the Muggle side, no one will think you are a monster. , Nelson, I used to think that someone like you, who has always been calm, would be more elusive than anyone when he was crazy, and I didn't expect that your madness was beyond my expectations, even beyond my imagination."

Andrei's hand holding the wand maintained the spell, and the other hand was raised high and forcefully made into a fist. Nelson packed away.

"What you're doing now breaks the bottom line, Nelson, you are a wizard, you should understand why wizards have the power to easily destroy Muggles but never really kill them, because wizards know very well that Muggles never It doesn't have the power to really threaten the wizard, unless..." Andre paused, looked at Barry beside him, and Barry gave him a confirmation gesture, he nodded, and continued, "... Unless magic is no longer exclusive to wizards."

"So stingy?" Nelson laughed. He let the black net cover him, not dodging or avoiding it. Instead, he used more magic to protect the light spots that fell from the air, wrapping them with magic and passing through the mesh. , fell to Changjie, "Even in the thousands of years since the discovery of magic, no one has ever explored the ultimate of magic, even if the wizard is only a rough-and-tumbler, wouldn't he share this convenience with others? ?"

"Will you share your life with monkeys?"

"Muggles are monkeys?"

"No, but in the eyes of most people, yes, I know that you have made an alchemy prop that can store magic and let people who have no magic power emit magic. This is the limit that this world can accept. Even if you store a life-suppressing spell in that thing called a 'missionary', a powerful magic that most people can't master, wizards can accept it, but you can't let Muggles pick up a wand that only belongs to wizards," Ann said. There was a complex expression on Dere's face, and the hideous scars running through the entire face also twisted continuously, like the hideous smile of an evil spirit, "The differences in people's hearts are wider than the vast ocean of the Milky Way."

"yes?"

"Do you know why I joined Nurmengard? I am older than Lord Grindelwald, why should I be loyal to him?"

"It doesn't seem like the time to discuss your journey, Andre."

Nelson's men were not idle. The silver rain of light passed through the black net under his **** and fell into the bottomless darkness under his feet. The light and rain falling from the clouds and mist became more and more sparse, and the battle situation on the factory street, It has also become more tragic. The number of people on both sides of the war could have supported a small battle, but under the crazy attack of the dark wizards, the Muggle team began to experience large-scale attrition, but the warriors after the missionaries were upgraded. Knowing how to use it~www.readwn.com~ can only allow the missionaries to attack according to Nelson's preset habits. Instead, they become tools for waving the wand, but in the process of waving the wand again and again, the whispers in the ear Clearing their minds can even inspire some simple missionary functions like convenient shapeshifting.

With the help of their imaginations, they tenaciously held on to the final position, and even had the stance of counterattacking faintly.

"Have you ever thought of another situation, Andre," Nelson put away his wand as the last rain of light passed through the dark net, and the net had closed over his head, about to lock him up." Like us, wizards and Muggles are humans, and wizards are the ones who can use magic."

"You'll understand what I'm thinking." Andre clenched his fists, and the net made a hole. "As long as this magic is completed, it can't be broken. Don't touch this net. Next, you can just watch."

Andre stopped looking at Nelson, green lines appeared on his wrist, and the dementors at the end of the street began to agitate.

"No, I don't understand," Andre raised his head in surprise. He saw Nelson, as if nothing was wrong, came out of the net. A thick notebook was spread out in his hand, turning the pages with the strong wind. , those inks, old and new, flew out like sprites around Nelson's body, and they flew away, embedded in the last gap of the missionary, and in the gale, the distant whistle sounded, "By the way, Sikes The doctor actually succeeded, he found a way to restore magic, so this magic was named Sykes Restoration-since I already have taboos on me, then I can be a person without taboos."

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