My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

As if in a small space, the sound of gunshots echoed around for a long time, making it difficult to distinguish whether this gunshot was the end of the broken world or the last sigh of the world before it was broken.

The crystal fragments of the mirror fell to the ground like raindrops, and Nelson, who was in the center of the battlefield, also saw countless faces of himself in the countless fragments, which reminded him of the last time he entered the hidden place and touched the skin. The inexplicable experience of the statue of Tia.

The broken mirror turned into thin mists and dissipated in the process of falling, and Nelson's vision quickly returned to clear. The space is not large, it can even be called small, and you can see the head at a glance. It is a straight rectangular room, as if you are in a suitcase.

This place is more like a warehouse. Large and small black boxes are stacked on top of each other. Some are open, some are locked, some are leather cases, some are suitcases, and some are even a black-painted wooden box. Ya has disappeared, as if it had been turned into pieces following the battle of the Somme just now. Nelson walked to a locked box around him. After a lot of energy, he could not open the lock. He found another one. An empty box with nothing inside.

These boxes are very similar to the suitcase that Dumbledore left him, and thinking that Pitia almost copied his own fighting style or even better, he had a guess in his heart.

"So, you're me from the future, aren't you?"

The question echoed in the box, and there was no response until it dissipated. Nelson took a breath and was about to ask another question, but just before he could speak, a strange noise came from not far away.

"Crack."

It was the sound of the lock being opened. Nelson's pupils condensed, and he took a step toward the corner where the massive boxes were stacked, where the sound came from.

...

Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church.

On the roof of a block not far away, Jokunda was half-kneeling on the ground to bandage Andre, and a man in black leather shoes was standing beside him, listening to him.

"I know what his most powerful and unique magic is," Andre said, clutching his chest, gasping for breath, "It is a spell extended from the Patronus Spell and based on it, it gives objects magic power. deformation."

"Oh? You still know this?"

"With Nelson's habit, he will choose the most restraining spell to fight the enemy as usual. The opponent is silent, and he will definitely choose the Patronus spell," Andrea's ribs seemed to be broken, but he He didn't care about his injuries. This old wizard with scars had suffered countless times more serious injuries. He clenched Jokunda's arm tightly, almost making the girl's skin blue, but his His eyes were fixed on the black leather shoes beside him, he looked up hard, and said intermittently, "That Silent... is Barry, Nelson's friend, he will definitely not kill him in the first place, and Silent comes from The magic of negative emotions is inherently synergistic with the patron saint."

"You know so much, what else do you know?"

"The silent one, it's Barry, but it's not Barry anymore, I can't control it with Lord Grindelwald's magic, it's just too huge," Andre's mouth twitched, "it won't show mercy, Nelson will be affected by magic the first time he is attacked by it, and it is the same as encountering a dementor, he cannot recall any happy memories, and he cannot rely on them to call the Patronus..."

Andre coughed a few times, and dark red blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. When Qiao Kunda saw that his condition was already very bad, he made a decisive decision, knocked out the old wizard, and continued the treatment.

She raised her head and looked at the man standing by the balcony railing in front of her - Tom Riddle, the guy who had caught himself in Paris and finally got out of the Winged Demon, dressed in an elegant suit that looked like I just finished an interview or a blind date, but the corners of my suit are wrinkled and soft, and it seems like I've been wandering outside for a long time after the blind date.

He put one hand on his waist and the other on his chin. Right in front of him, Alexander, who was flushed red, was fighting indescribably silently during the constant tearing and recovery. The center hit near the crack, destroying all the buildings that could be affected by the block. Not even the broken bricks and tiles were left on the ground. It was covered with a thick layer of fine dust, and the melted masonry powder was slowly solidifying. , retains Alexander's footprints and the traces he dragged silently, like an abstract splashing ink painting.

The silent magic escaped uncontrollably. Fortunately, there were almost no living creatures left in the center of Berlin. The original residents had already moved away, and only the raging dark wizards remained here, and those who had just sneaked in not long ago, Muggles ready to take back their homes.

Some of the mayflies wandering the city recognized the missionary's message and built a crumbling barrier to protect the block where the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church was located. The tallest landmark in Berlin.

Although there were no living people in the city, the streets were full of monsters called out by silent roars—maybe undead, perhaps a condensed body of magic, or perhaps the obsessions left by people. Abstract things, Jokunda didn't know what those things were, but that didn't stop her from feeling terrified. Those ghosts became more real and creepy as they swallowed the mucus that silently dripped. Qiao Kunda remembered that she had seen in a book when she was a child, the custom of oriental sorcerers to lead the souls of the dead on certain festivals every year. When she wanted to come, it was about the scene in front of her, just compared to those who lived in memory. Relatives and friends, these monsters driven by depressing power are many times more terrifying. Even though the sky has long been split into a cloudless sky by thunder, she still feels that she is as cold as a deep cave.

Wandering around the city with children born from silent mucus, and approaching the neighborhood where muggles and wizards are fighting, Jokunda is full of self-blame, she shouldn't have brought them here, but today clearly It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why does this happen?

More and more wizards appeared on the edge of Berlin. The city that had been closely monitored seemed to be shrouded by an iron curtain at the moment. They only had time to see which street the dark wizards gathered because of the news of the resurrection stone, and then, Everything went dark, all magical or non-magical surveillance was cut off, the city was completely closed, and it became watertight. Now that they were on the scene, they only dared to stand in the distance and watch the towering black wall. The aftermath of the magic that spread outside made them shy away.

Although this place was meant to be used as a cemetery, they could not accept that the execution began and ended in a way that they could not grasp. Wizards from the International Federation of Wizards had begun to explore the wall, and there were several well-trained The Auror team has set off, but so far, no one has come out. It seems to be a dead place covered by a death curse. They are looking forward to a tragic sacrifice. Compared with no news, this is the best news they can think of. .

The strange thing is that Newmont Gard was the closest to here, but they didn't see the saints around. The group of guys who ran around carrying projectors and magazines all day showed up, and they didn't even look at them. to a saint.

Tina Scamander stood on the balcony of the high-rise building occupied by the International Federation of Wizards and looked nervously at the wall in the distance. She had seen silence, but the scene at the moment was very different from what she remembered. Even so far apart, she became depressed under the influence of magic, and even began to empathize with what kind of childhood this silent one had gone through to become so terrible.

Without receiving the order, she could only stand by in place, her eyes wandering aimlessly around, and suddenly, she noticed the eyes staggering past the corner of the building in the distance-a forehead covered with tattoos was exposed under the hood, a tall The figure and the firm eyes, that is a saint, a wanted criminal of the Magical Congress of the United States - Zweig.

Zweig obviously saw her too. After the two of them missed the sight, he had already hid behind the building. Tina did not hesitate, holding the broom leaning against the railing and flying into the air, rushing towards Zweig like a bolt of lightning. Fly in the direction of Wig.

But he was no longer there. Two wizards, a man and a woman, were lying on the roof of the building. The witch's robe was marked with a gang of rogues. The pocket watch, as if it was placed on the chest, the faces of both of them are very bad, Tina also saw some leaves and powder scattered around them, she recognized these things, when she was studying in Ilvermorny, the wizard of the Goblin Academy They were the best at treating the wounded in this way. It seemed that Zweig had just been treating them, but she was interrupted only halfway through and left.

Tina's expression gradually became solemn, why are there wounded here, or two wizards? What is the most recent incident of possible injury? She quickly had the answer in her mind: the battle inside the wall, the two unconscious wounded may have been affected by the battle in the black box, or even they may have participated in the battle but escaped, in either case, They must have all witnessed what happened.

Without hesitation, Tina stood up and shouted in the direction of her colleague, "Come on, there are wounded here!"

...

"You know what? Gnar has often told me that in a story with ups and downs, the supporting characters who have the key clues will often die or faint in the first two seconds of the key information," Tom just glanced at Joaquin Da, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger he had never met before, which made Jokunda, who was already nervous, even more afraid to move. She didn't know why Tom suddenly appeared in Berlin, why it was so easy to find treatment in a secret place The injured Andre and her, "He told me that this is usually the ups and downs created by writers and screenwriters for disgusting audiences. Fortunately, this old man is not a very disgusting person. He at least finished his words."

Jokunda couldn't see Tom's face, but she could see the ghosts roaming the streets, and after he arrived, they chose to circle a block to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. She didn't understand how it was. Man or what kind of magic would make such a horrible thing feel scared, Tom was like a pillar stuck in a turbulent current, bluntly splitting the water current that the dam would collapse due to its impact.

Her heart eased a little, but instead she felt colder. What puzzled her the most was that, in such an environment, Tom not only did not tremble, but instead looked like a duck to water and a happy and happy home.

"Riddle..."

She wanted to quietly make a bandage and pretend she didn't exist, but she called out Tom's name out of nowhere.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you," Tom shook his shoulders and laughed, "Miss, I wasn't talking to you just now."

Now Jokunda can't be quiet anymore, Tom has strangled the conversation to death.

"Hey, look here."

Tom raised his chin and said in a frivolous tone to the far away Silent ~www.readwn.com~ Joe Kunda thought he meant it, but who would have thought that the next second, Silent who was fighting with Alexander He turned his head sharply, staring in Tom's direction.

What a terrifying face it is... Countless human faces are stacked together to form a face like the mask of an ancient priest. They are young Barry at different times and one belonging to Armando Di Pate's face, Barry was crying, but the mood of depression was different, and Dippet was always wearing his proud and stereotyped expression.

Two completely different faces are combined to outline the negative side and the positive side, making the silent and flat face look three-dimensional and vivid. Its eyes are still two groups of white with blurred borders. The difference is that Barry's past stories are in the pupils. It was staged quickly, and was quickly crushed by the jagged eye sockets, silently eating away at its host, supplementing its strength with Barry's past.

Tom even got a glimpse of Barry in the cabin with the restraints, a young boy approaching him slowly, holding a wand in his hand.

The picture flashed quickly, and it quickly settled on the face of Armando Dippet's scolding, and suddenly it got stuck. This is a memory that Barry also wanted to forget, but it was so profound that it was born out of it. The silence is hard to shake.

Just when Silent was stunned, Alexander punched him in the face, and the faces that made up the face were twisted and deformed, and one by one fell, but Alexander did not pursue the victory, but took advantage of it to suppress Silent's time. The light beams burst out from the whole body, cutting the silent body, as if looking for something.

Tom narrowed his eyes. He knew what Alexander was doing, which matched his thoughts.

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