My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The fragments of the wooden door did not affect the three people in the ward. They brushed past Dumbledore and Tina and rushed towards the wall of the corridor behind them. In a sharp forest, Dumbledore's robe was agitating, and anger affected his mind and magic. Even an abstract ability like magic, at this moment, showed a terrifying momentum that seemed to be substantive. Tina, who followed behind, felt that her own In front of him stood a lion that was angry to protect its cub.

The mighty lion did not immediately pounce on his child, he stood there quietly, even though the surrounding air became unbearable due to the agitation of magic, he himself still did not show any emotion , observed the scene in the room without any hesitation.

In the silence, there were only footsteps and noisy irritating arguments coming from downstairs.

In the dark room, the hunched voodoo wizard narrowed his eyes due to the sudden strong light, he turned his head slowly, his dark face was illuminated by the light in the corridor, and the tattoos on his face seemed to be dancing. Yes, but Dumbledore's eyes quickly slid away from his face, as if he just saw a weedy flowerpot by the roadside, and soon, his eyes swept across the room, swept across the four directions. The clock at sixteen o'clock swept through the tightly drawn curtains, stopped for a moment on the lifeless **** the hospital bed, and quickly condensed on the voodoo wizard's dagger-wielding hand.

His knuckles are much wider than normal people, and the lengths of his fingers and palms are disproportionately large, making the small and delicate dagger in his hand like a phosphorescent toy, and the unique magic breath is vivid Disgusting, the blood stained by the bone dagger is falling drop by drop on Moody's face, falling on the tip of his round nose, sliding around along his tender face, covering the already coagulated blood stains, look. Appalled.

His eyes were closed all the time, and he could see the eyeballs that kept beating under the lids, while the other eye could only see a hole covered with blood scabs, and there was nothing in it, on the low table next to the hospital bed. , In a small bottle made of green glass, there is a small black bead-like eyeball that is constantly jumping. Just when Dumbledore saw it, the floating one just turned around, his eyes Looking at each other in the air, Dumbledore froze in place like a sculpture, while Tina, who followed closely behind, widened her eyes, her right hand tightly covered her mouth, and a question as thin as a mosquito came from her fingers.

"Why do you—"

She didn't finish her words after all, an inexplicable feeling of nausea rose to the top of her head, Tina didn't have time to wonder why she, a battle-hardened Auror, instinctively bent down and vomited because of this kind of scene. stand up.

The wizard in the ward watched Tina's movements, his eyes lit up, but after finding that Dumbledore's eyes returned to him, his eyes quickly dimmed again.

"Are you Professor Dumbledore? It's an honor to meet you."

There was a forced smile on the wizard's face, Moody's eyes were still floating in the solution, and in the faint green light, some phantoms like snakes and insects were swimming in the turbid solution, It quickly became solid, emitting a ray of light similar to the memory of Legilimency, but it was less agile and more colorful.

Seeing that Dumbledore did not move, the wizard continued: "This Mr. Alastor Moody is a brave boy, and he mentioned your name during the ceremony, Professor Dumbledore, I think He will be very happy if he can see you for the first time when he wakes up."

The air on the fourth floor seemed to freeze, and Tina, clutching her stomach and retching, felt a sense of discomfort intertwined with cold and heat. She raised her head and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore's face was covered with never-before-seen expressions. The anger I've seen, this kind of anger almost burst through the top of his head, through his blood vessels, and spewed out into lava, the knuckles of his fingers were squeezed by the clenched fists and "creaked", even if his hands The lack of a wand also made it difficult for Tina to breathe. The moisture in the air became so heavy that it was too heavy to breathe. The chill and the fiery heat were intertwined, causing the window frames of the windows in the corridor to emit unbearable air. Heavy "crunch" sound.

"Ritual?"

Dumbledore's short words echoed in the air. Although the tone was questioning, Tina did not feel Dumbledore's desire to get the answer. This simple word was like a spell, the man in the room. Wu's dark complexion suddenly revealed a pale whiteness, making his complexion look as gray as a zombie. He felt as if his heart was pinched by a strong hand, and the blood all over his body was pooled on the ends of his limbs. The pale face quickly turned a morbid flush, and his consciousness became blurred. He struggled, the bone dagger in his hand slipped from his weak hand, and he was about to poke Moody's other eye, but the next second. , it is like being crushed between two mountains, hanging in the air as if weightless, because of the magic accumulated from generations of long history, its texture is harder than most things in the world, but in this invisible Under the majestic weight of the dagger, the dagger covered with dense spells cracked with cobweb-like fine lines in a groan, and still kept fresh bone marrow oozing out of these cracks, like pouring cold water on a hot pot. Generally, it evaporates in the continuous sound of "zizi" and turns into a foul-smelling blue smoke, which scatters and disappears.

Its shape compresses inward little by little, and soon only the size of the little finger is left, and it is even shrinking continuously, and it is about to disappear from the sight of witnesses.

Tina's eyes widened in surprise. She and Dumbledore had known each other for a long time. Although they hadn't met many times, almost every meeting was a major event. Even at a tense and critical juncture, she had never met Dumbledore. Bridor had such a gaffe expression, her fury almost ignited the surrounding air, she felt that she was not seeing the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but an uncontrolled Credence.

Does this boy have a special meaning to Dumbledore? She didn't think much about it. At this moment, she was more concerned about the safety of the two wounded.

The wizard struggled to reach out his hand to reach the crutches that were on the ground. The phosphorus fire in the handle's skull had become extremely fragile and unstable. This is the token and "magic wand" that voodoo has been passed down for thousands of years. The blessings of gods and generations of voodoo wizards, in his heart, this is an artifact that is enough to break all deadlocks, and it is also where his faith lies - as long as he can reach that place...

Ignoring the weight of his body, he stretched his arms as hard as he could, pushing his bloodshot and swollen fingertips forward. Dumbledore didn't seem to stop him for the first time, but his spine that had been hunched for too long was no longer there. Unable to stretch, his fingertips have always kept a close distance from the crutches, but at this moment, it is like a moat.

His feet lifted off the ground, and his body floated uncontrollably. He finally felt what the bone dagger had just felt. The majestic pressure almost flattened him and rounded him, but Dumbledore's next move almost destroyed him. all his fantasies.

The magic wand pierced the air, the light of the magic spell flashed through the air, and the crutch, which had not changed under the heavy pressure, was broken into two sections in the middle under this extremely light movement, and the dark green ghost appeared from The stubble of the crutch rushed out, and was quickly dissipated by a scream.

Dumbledore raised his wand in front of him, the slender body of the wand covered his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he squeezed out a voice that was cold to his bones. This was his second and last sentence.

"Don't... use your **** voodoo on... my students!"

"boom!"

The wizard's body swirled and flew out, slamming into the clock behind him, his eyes darkened, he almost lost consciousness, and the pressure disappeared. He used his last strength to protect the bottle on the bedside table, even if he was caught He had to keep it even if he killed it, there was only one thought left in his mind.

"This is the last hope of Haitian magic... I must decipher what these eyes see, and I must have merit to make other wizards recognize the meaning of our existence..."

Before the last consciousness dissipated, he glanced at the crutches inherited from voodoo. The invisible wind blade swept this ancient artifact. Howling, but he could only close his eyes helplessly.

He inserted his head into the dial of the clock and stopped the time at 4:17. Just as the wizard slowly slipped, the belated footsteps finally reached the stairwell on the fourth floor, even though they finally When he reached the nearest place, his footsteps became hesitant and hesitant, and he even became tiptoe, as if he was sneaking on tiptoe.

Dumbledore took a deep breath. Tina had already rushed into the ward, his eyes lingering for a long time in the empty blood hole in Moody's face, as if he was waiting for his student to joke like a normal dinner. Just wink at yourself.

But he won't.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, but the damaged clock did not continue to turn, and his expression finally returned to his usual calm and calm amid the struggle that no one saw.

The voodoo wizard was lying between the two hospital beds in a strange position. When he fell from the air, his waist slammed into the corner of the bedside table, and his originally hunched back was stretched backwards. The scattered eyes were half-squinted, and his gaze was directed to the last remaining part of the cane - the skull of the unknown animal. Dumbledore took a step towards Moody, but the first step almost stumbled, he had already stumbled. He hadn't had a good rest for several days, and when he loosened up a little at this moment, a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness came to his mind at the same time as he saw the students suffering. His eyes were dark, but after only a moment of relaxation, he regained his energy and continued to move forward with strong footsteps. .

The leather shoes stepped on the horns of the skull, and the originally strong bones became fragile as if they had been weathered for hundreds of years, making a crisp explosion, and the broken sharp horns flew out from his heels.

The people downstairs finally shoved to the door, and just when the first person just probed to see what was inside, the broken sharp corner rubbed the tip of his nose into the wall occupied by wood stubble. The only one who was free, pinned his flamboyant long hair to the wall, the wizard's feet softened, and he immediately sat on the ground. Bloody scalp, but he didn't feel pain, and even stopped thinking, only the original warning from the conference table when he decided to read the past from the eyes of the two witnesses echoed in his mind. speak.

"Albus Dumbledore was once a friend of Gellert Grindelwald, and I don't know what made him a saint, but I know your recklessness will likely push him to the point where neither of us willing to see the position.”

Dumbledore ignored the spectators behind him. He stepped over the wizard under his feet and picked up the bottle on the bedside table. On both sides of the bottle, there was a tray made of bone, and there were only two green spots left in the tray.

He raised the bottle and looked at Moody's eyes, the nerves and blood vessels had been completely severed by rough methods, and the solution in the bottle was a kind of magic potion with the residual light and shadow left on the eyes by glass, similar to flashes. The principle of returning to the curse, this fragile eyeball has been eroded into an empty shell, he bent down, opened Moody's closed eyelids, the eyeballs that kept rolling were dull, but at least there, he was holding the bottle in his hand , the complexion is so old that water drips out, this child he is optimistic about will lose the light of one eye before he can see his colorful tomorrow.

He bent down and raised his wand, the curtains and windows of the room were shattered by shock, the sunlight came in again, and just outside the window, the towering black wall was still bursting with more towering black smoke.

But he didn't care about it at all. He pointed his wand carefully at Moody's eye socket, and the water gently washed away the blood and the potion left by the voodoo wizard in the corner of his eye. The stain was blotted dry, and the wizards outside just watched his movements quietly and discreetly.

Finally, Moody's wound was cleaned up, and with a wave of his wand, a crystal-clear ice cube temporarily filled in, sealing off the blood vessels that were still bleeding. He carefully put away the bottle, turned around, and faced Staring blankly at the old wizard standing in front of everyone.

"Albus, I understand your anger, but you must understand that we are for a greater peace, and someone must sacrifice for this." His tone was very sincere, "You should have noticed that the witch next to you paid more. ."

Only then did Dumbledore turn his attention from Moody to Nina next to him. After seeing that the eyelids of both of the girl's eyes were collapsed, his eyes suddenly widened. Later, he recognized the face, a hero's wife, another hero's face.