My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"grandfather……"

The little boy huddled in the corner, covering his eyes with both hands, but he kept his fingers wide open to peek at Tom who was in front of him.

"I don't have the bad taste that makes people scream like Gnar..."

Tom waved his wand, and the green snake climbed up the boy's trousers, wrapping around his fat trouser legs, adding a touch of color to the single-colored little man, who spit out letters and nimbly climbed up to Barry's size. On Hoop's jacket, he drilled in and out of his empty pockets, quickly found the boy's open neckline, and ducked in with his head down.

The body under the clothes was as dark as the outside. Tom couldn't even tell whether he had skin or a ghostly shadow. Soon, the little snake squeezed between the clothes and the body slammed down. Tom He frowned, humming softly.

But this doubt seemed to change in Barry's ears. His trembling legs kicked back hard, his hands tightly covered his face, and he kept repeating in a loud voice: "I'm sorry, grandfather... I'm sorry, Grandfather..."

Tom was even more puzzled. He raised his head and crossed the broken and broken walls of the building. He saw that the silent movement in the distance froze, and the black mucus shook from its body like autumn leaves. It was scattered on the street one after another, and even before it had time to condense the entity, it couldn't wait to rush here. Its huge body twitched silently. If it had a vocal organ, it should be an angry howl at this moment.

It seemed that Tom had indeed found Barry's body, but this made him even more confused. He scrutinized the boy in front of him carefully, even though his posture was so vivid, it was not like a living person at all-he. It's more like a framed portrait, or a prisoner trapped in a memory that keeps repeating itself.

Tom squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of the boy's head, the silent magic touched his skin, making a rusting sound of corrosion, and white smoke came out of the place where the two touched, but Tom didn't seem to be hurt.

He squeezed the back of the boy's head slightly and lifted his head up so that his face was facing him. The boy's big empty eyes had no structure like eyelids, as if they were half-painted and had not yet had time. Filling in the line draft of the eyes, only the turbid white light wandered in the eye sockets, so it was impossible to avoid Tom's line of sight.

Tom raised his wand, and his scarlet eyes gave birth to a great attraction. The white light in the boy's eyes froze for a moment, and began to slowly drift out to the outside, and this ray brought out more milky white, steam-like light. Gas, Tom raised his eyebrows, he was more curious about the essence of this little guy, no matter how he looked at it, it was a mass of magic, why could he still use Legilimency to get his memory?

Tom let the blurry memory linger on the tip of the stick and didn't read his thoughts. He was not the kind of fool Nelson who dared to put something into his head just to ask the truth.

The wand pressed against the boy's chest, the snake showed slight ups and downs under the clothes, and a red light gushed out from the tip of the wand, shattering the memory. It continued to move forward and penetrated the boy's chest in the blink of an eye. , after tearing the clothes on the chest, it was not hindered in the slightest, and shot straight from the boy's back, a bright hole appeared in the boy's chest, he seemed to be unaffected at all, even to "Grandfather. "The cry for forgiveness was as even as before.

Tom raised his eyebrows, it wasn't him - the little snake coiled in the hole in the boy's chest, bit by bit searching the odd cavity with a letter, Tom had determined that the boy was not a real soul or a whole people, the extracted memories flashed monotonous and repetitive scenes - except for the intermittent memory of evading Principal Dipper's punishment in different places, the rest of the content was filled with complex spells, spells like Chains, which fasten together a string of broken memories, also use them as locks, tying together the most tightly stored past events in the center.

It looks extremely chaotic, but is inexplicably balanced, like a 100-meter-high building made of sand, cardboard shells and building blocks. It is obviously knocked over with one kick, but it is standing there, confusing.

If it is a spiritual body that condenses magic power, then the hole in the chest is even more worth mentioning. Without considering the specific physical function, its symbolic meaning is far greater than other uses, especially in this one that looks abnormal In a complex magical combination, this void may represent more rituals related to magic.

The inner wall of the hollow is extremely smooth, and even the sharp fangs of the little snake can't break through its outer wall. Tom stared at the somewhat familiar runes and fell into contemplation.

At the same time, above Alexander's head, Jokunda was holding her wand in both hands, half-squatting with her back to Nelson in front of him as if holding a sword, the funny thing is that she "holds the sword" It's actually the act of holding a broom.

She stared nervously around the platform. The screeching sound of gears turning, the squeal of compressed gas breaking through the slit, and the sound of lever tapping obscured all the ambient sounds around her. During the battle, Alexander was able to maintain Nelson's peace of mind. Stable, but unable to take care of the balance of this uninvited guest, the swaying platform made Jokunda look like she was drunk and staggered. Originally, she also wanted to stand handsomely like the female knight in the fantasy novel "Sleeping Beauty" But unfortunately, the shaky environment finally knocked her back to her original form, turning her into a nervous witch who stomped.

From time to time, black shadows rushed out of Alexander's air holes all around, but every time she was about to intervene, a snake would follow, biting its neck and dragging it back, sometimes a pair of silver Armor, she couldn't count how many snakes or how many pairs of armor there were, let alone how many shadows climbed onto the deck. She had some doubts that Tom threw her up to bring those snakes over.

The current situation reminded her of a new type of wizard chess that has become very popular recently: a wizard who plays a radish can place fruits and vegetables of different types and functions in the maze generated by the chessboard to block the opponent driven by the opponent who aims to eat the radish. She felt that Nelson was the radish, and she was a star who had suffered all the time but couldn't hit anyone.

Thinking of this, Qiao Kunda almost laughed, but the violent explosion behind her interrupted her imagination.

Tom lowered his head and avoided the swept shock wave. When he opened his eyes and looked behind him again, a large piece of the silently shaped high wall had collapsed, and a circular hole was constantly expanding. Dumbledore's familiar figure stood there. In the middle of the void, Tom cast his eyes far away, and even from this distance, he felt that he had just looked at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore actually came... No, he really should have come."

A dark shadow came out from the side of the hole that Dumbledore broke, but Dumbledore did nothing else. Tom didn't think that Dumbledore would not be able to see what he had seen from afar, but Dumbledore He was so indifferent, as if breaking such a hole had consumed all his magic power, he slowly fell from the air and entered the city center of Berlin surrounded by high black walls, his eyes never moving away from the two behemoths fighting, And the dark shadow that broke into the chaos has disappeared.

He braced himself, and carefully squeezed his wand. The tip of the wand was burning with a small mass of green sparks. The sparks slowly passed through the spell that filled the memory, and clicked on a rune used for separation. superior.

Just like unfastening the buckles connecting the train carriages, the memories that were connected together became loose and derailed with the destruction of this rune.

The boy who was immersed in his own world finally had a reaction other than begging for mercy. His expression became frightened, and the silently connected to him in the distance suddenly went crazy, ignoring Alexander's attack, and completely scattered his body. Kai, vowing to wrap the giant completely.

There was a roaring rush from the dark shadows on the street not far away. Tom knew that he had to move faster, and he was already staring at him silently.

There were constantly approaching dark shadows rushing towards him, Tom didn't turn his head, just smashed the chains with his backhand while smashing them with a spell. Finally, a piece of pure memory was torn apart by him. I poked it with my wand and saw that when Barry was young, he wanted to go to Hogwarts to study, but Dippet refused with the excuse of "you will only embarrass me if you look like an incompetent". It is not the first time that Barry has cried. Now, he knew grandpa's hard-hearted heart. After crying for a few minutes, Dippet didn't even lift his eyelids. He picked up the letter from the owl on the ground. He turned back to the bedroom and locked himself in the small dark room.

"Tsk..."

Tom shook his head, picked up the memory with his wand, and stuffed it into the crystal bottle he just took out. The movement was still as relaxed and comfortable. Suddenly, his ears trembled, his wrists turned back, and a black light beam much stronger than the spells just now rushed towards the direction where he just heard the footsteps.

"I'm not hostile, Tom Riddle."

The visitor raised his hands to his ears and let Tom's wand shoot at his face. At the moment when he was about to hit his cheek, he turned around and picked it up with Tom's wand. The arc, it rubbed the opponent's scalp and hit the building behind it, splitting the towering house in half from the middle.

The man's hood was also torn apart. The split hat slipped to the sides, revealing a large bronzed bald head covered in tattoos. Tom squinted at him. He had seen this man, who seemed to be a man. Nelson's friend, his eyes past Tom, who was pointing his wand at him, pinned firmly to the hole in the black child's chest.

"Your name is Zweig, isn't it?"

"That's right, I'm a friend of Nelson and a friend of Barry."

"A man from Grindelwald?"

"Yes, but I came here with no position."

"It doesn't matter what you said," Tom shook his head, tilting his wand to the side, noticing where Zweig was looking back, he said, "If you want to show sincerity, don't look for trouble... By the way In a word, I didn't make the hole in this guy's chest, it's always like this."

"I know, Riddle, that Barry is a heartless man."

"..."

Tom slowed down for a long time. If it wasn't for the fact that the snake had already crawled onto Zweig's neck and he was still calm, he would have thought that Zweig had come to interrupt him. Tom blinked his eyes and said, "It's okay not to do that. Abstract?"

"I'm a healer from Ilvermorny Goblin Academy, and I saw Barry two weeks ago and knew he would be like this soon," Zweig clasped his hands tightly, his eyes earnest With light, "He is one of my few friends, and I have always wanted to use my magic and knowledge to cure him. Lord Grindelwald listened to Barry's plea to run free, and used black magic to occupy a place for him. body, but it also upset the balance that Armando Dippet created in Bari."

"Balance?" Tom thought about the magic chains that were entangled and restrained. They were indeed balanced.

"I heard that Nelson witnessed the death of Armando Dippet, and I know that he had the habit of filing summaries of what happened to him, so he took advantage of the saint to go to the Department of Mysteries to steal time secrets while he was traveling. Opportunity found Dippet's file, and followed the clues to find the information of the secret association he formed with several deviant wizards," Zweig said quickly, "Those people gathered because of some possible goals. At the same time, some people want to resurrect their dead wife, some people want to make Muggle husbands recognized by all wizards... and Dippet wants to make his only grandson who was silent because of witnessing the murder of his parents into a normal person, he secretly Captured at least double-digit mute, and reached an agreement with Second Salem to come up with a bold plan after thorough research."

"Oh?" Tom, who was not worried about Nelson's safety, became interested.

"He learned that Silent is a parasitic disease on the wizard's soul, and it depends on absorbing the spirit and magic of the wizard to survive, which is why the silent is usually short-lived, so he divided Barry's soul and divided him into runaways The youngster and the oppressed child at home were two very different people, the child who was hidden in the center of Silence and turned into a wizard and Silence using the technology he acquired from Second Salem. The mutilated soul~www.readwn.com~ Zweig's tone was very urgent, he looked at the boy behind Tom whose expression gradually became dull due to the broken chains, and said, "Barry is the heart that was dug out, and his ego is parasitic in The child survived, but the child was silently silent, and Barry's silently attached to Barry's soul... The three of them parasitized each other and reached a fragile but firm balance, what Dippet could do Only by constantly deepening his shadow in Barry's memory, so as to make Barry hate his past and prevent this heart from returning to his body. "

"..."

Is it too difficult even from a magic point of view? Tom wanted to ask this sentence, but he somehow found Zweig's words very convincing.

"Dippet spent his later years looking for a once-and-for-all solution, but he fell halfway. There was an easy way long ago, but his pride didn't allow him to do that," Zweig pleaded. "Can you hand him over to me? I know you have more important things to do, we all have people we need to help, and I promise he won't trouble you and Nelson, swear by my faith."

……

The swaying Jokunda got up from the ground again. The fierce and silent attack at all costs had loosened the defense a bit. She had just shot down a monster, but she almost fell.

She was a little numb, and the shoulder of her right hand could not be used up, so she switched her wand to the left, and irritably repeated what Andre had just said:

"What can I do... Under the condition of silent existence, Nelson can't use the Patronus to wake up by himself."

"who said it?"

Tom's rhetorical question came from behind.