My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"There are so many people here, why can't I be here? Professor." In the underground activity room of the Slytherin Tower, Nelson walked out of the shadow behind the door and nodded to Professor Sykes, "Professor, good evening. "

"I'm not good," Professor Sykes said without a stir, "What did you do? The castle almost collapsed."

"We are only practicing the iron armor curse, but this activity room has been in disrepair for a long time."

"Iron Armor Curse?" Professor Sykes cast a concerned look at the hot crowd, no longer looking at Nelson.

After a while, just as Nelson was about to return to the root of the wall that was most comfortable, Professor Sykes suddenly said, "Seriously, I think a student who has spent so long in Newmontgard It’s not appropriate to come back to school."

"I agree, Professor," Nelson nodded appreciatively, "I think the punishment for Sister Jokunda is a bit serious."

"Huh," Professor Sykes turned his head and glanced at him, staring at Nelson's head, seeming to want to see clearly what he was thinking, and asked casually, "How is the teaching level of Ifamoni?"

"Very good, a bit worse than us, but the atmosphere is good." Nelson replied.

"Where is it?"

"In America." Nelson turned her head and looked at Professor Sykes, and found that she did not continue to stare at herself, as if chatting casually, so she also answered casually, "I don't know which state you are in. Do you like Massachusetts? If you like it, it’s in Boston."

"Boston? I don't like Boston," Professor Sykes snorted and said playfully. "Muggles like Boston very much."

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Boston, the largest city in New England, has maintained its prosperity even in the shadow of the war. The smoke from the factory is billowing, and the sky that is already rainy and rainy is dyed a heavy gray. Even the Great Lakes were originally clear. The sky above the lake is also shrouded by acidic industrial clouds, but the factory owners are extremely satisfied with the roar of the machines-as capitalists, they will tell you that this is a beautiful color that belongs to wealth alone.

On the sea not far from downtown Boston, the waves are rippling with the same color as the sky, and dock workers smoking inferior cigarettes line up to load and unload goods going to and from the bustling seaport of Boston Bay, the people in this city and the surroundings Like the land, sky, and sea, they are running for the wealth of capitalists. They repeat mechanical actions mechanically. These mechanically yellow-faced and thin guys have long since used the pronouns that characterize humans like "they" to modify.

Boston Bay, the cradle of tea. Cargo ships with whistling siren lined up in a row, shrinking at the pier looking forward to it. Many of them have been in service for many years and are even overwhelmed. However, the shipowner’s desire for wealth still defeats the consideration of safety, or, in this era. , Security is the most meaningless thing.

But for the owner of the red-painted cruise ship at the end of the line, safety is absolutely the top priority. As far as he knows, every “cargo” in the cargo hold on the bottom of this cruise ship is very important. It is the most beloved treasure of employers.

And just as he looked at the pier in the distance, praying that the freighters in line in front could be loaded and unloaded faster, an uninvited passenger suddenly appeared at the bottom of the ship, but there were only four cargo holds covered with black cloth iron cages. .

"You don't even want to call me grandpa."

Armando Dupete, the current principal of Hogwarts, who has not appeared in public for a long time, turned out to be thousands of miles away in the United States.

"My grandfather, did you come to see me making a joke?"

In the middle of the cabin, two withered hands held the fence of the iron cage, and a pale, swollen and haggard face appeared in Armando's line of sight. He opened his mouth and smiled weakly at the old man outside the cage. , A clatter of iron chains came from the cage, and he tried his best to put his face close to the railing. This face with all hair trimmed at this moment revealed a kind of desperate comic, or comic despair.

"Barry," Armando blinked, his muddy old eyes were a bit moist, his image at the moment was not much better than Barry, most of the original smooth silver filaments fell off, and his back was even worse than a few years ago. Rickets, the power in his eyes has long ceased to exist, and Armando Dupete does not even look as good as the portrait he prepared for himself. The originally fitted robe hangs loosely on his body like a bedding on a telephone pole. , Even dragging it to the ground, he tremblingly raised his wand, used all his strength to point it on the iron cage where Barry was being held, and said, "I'm here to take you home."

A dazzling white light flashed, and Armando closed his eyes and couldn't bear to see the tragedy of the rebellious grandson crawling out of the cage, but the sound of the iron cage collapsed in his imagination did not reach his ears. After a long time, he opened it. The eyes are facing Shangbari's somewhat helpless and somewhat mocking eyes.

"It's useless, my grandfather," Barry shook his head, head retracted, and hid in the shadow of the iron cage. He even probed his hand vigorously to remove the heavy black cloth covering the iron cage that was lifted by Armando. After covering it back, the urn said angrily, "You go back, my trash will also go to meet my own destiny."

"No! Barry! You are not—" Armando bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes widened, and he raised his wand again, trying to continue destroying the iron cage.

"Save it, old man." A mocking laugh came from the cage next to him. It seemed that he was awakened by the light of Armando's curse, and a black pupil shining brightly was emerging from the gap in the cage. Looking out, after he saw Armando clearly, he coughed sharply, and then let out a sharp laugh, "Great! Great! I didn't expect to see this scene before he died! Wonderful, brilliant !"

Armando frowned and turned around, squeezing his wand tightly.

The man in the cage slammed into the cage wall hard and made a violent noise. He shouted, for fear that the others in this cargo hold could not hear clearly: "Wake up, beasts! Our little mule and horse, Barry Beckman In fact, his surname is not Beckman, his surname is Dipet, noble Dipet! His grandfather is Armando Dipet!"

"what?!"

In the cage next to him, a man exclaimed in surprise, and then, a big hideous face appeared between the iron bars, Armando stared at his face, his pupils contracted tightly—he remembered this man, or Many years ago, when he was not the principal, he was young and severely punished a student who stole property from his classmates. Although this student was not expelled, he had a criminal record but it was difficult for him to be in the wizarding world. Two years after graduation, the student was imprisoned in Azkaban for illegally selling dark magic items. I heard that he had always felt that his life’s misfortune was entirely due to Armando, but Unexpectedly, he would eventually be locked in a cage like an animal and placed in the cargo hold.

The man resisted the pain, pulled away the broken hair that covered his face, opened his eyes wide with tawny dark eyes, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of stinking black yellow teeth, and grinned with a grin, "Old stuff, Your grandson is a saint, not only that, he is also a silent one! He is about to die, you old thing can always live to the end, this time you will die before your grandson! Quack..."

He let out a frantic, piercing laugh, and insulted Armando frantically, as if he wanted to vent his tragic and nasty life with his mouth.

Armando frowned, just glared at him, and the man closed his mouth as if his neck was pinched, his big face slowly flushed red.

"Okay, let's give up," said a man in the last cage faintly, "Principal Dippet, you can't save Barry like this."

"Why?" Armando approached the cage where the last person was kept. It seemed that he was the only one who could communicate. He stood by the cage and asked softly, "What happened here? Who caught it? You? What are you doing?"

"Principal Dippet, help me pull the black cloth away. I haven't seen anything for a long time. I'm afraid my eyes will degenerate." The man in the cage has a weak voice and does not sound like a living person. "Moreover, see I, you know why you can't save your grandson."

Armando took a step forward, tapped the black cloth with his magic wand, a ball of fire flashed, and the black cloth turned into ashes.

"Principal Dippet, there is actually no need to do this, the fire is a bit dazzling." The man in the cage smiled softly and said, "You may not know me, but I know you. Tell me about myself. My name is Daguerre. I ran several magic shops and, besides, I was one of the leaders of Second Salem."

The fourth caged person was the owner of the alchemy shop that had sold the camera to Nelson, but even if Nelson was asked to see him, he would not recognize him.

Armando did not respond to him immediately, but looked at the scene in the cage after the black cloth had faded away in shock.

Daguerre was wearing a dirty suit that had been torn into cloth strips. His knees were on the ground, and his feet were densely covered with barbed sharp blades. His two calves and knees were pierced by dozens of blades, and he was already bloody. At the top of the cage, six iron chains hung down and connected to rusty iron hooks. They pierced Daguerre’s elbows, shoulders and pipa bones respectively, and hung a big living person forcibly. All he could move was His two hands are connected to the head on his neck, but every action will be accompanied by great pain. His blood drips and flows into the grooves hidden between the blades under his feet, forming an armando. The familiar rune, nourished by the magical blood of the wizard, this rune is playing its unclear role.

Armando panicked and stumbled back a few steps, leaning on the iron cage that was holding Bari, his legs could not stop sliding down to the ground, but he never dared to turn his head and opened the curtain of Bari. Armando lived. For a long time, I have seen too many horrible or shocking scenes, but I only dare not imagine that such a scene would happen to my grandson. How could that kind of stupid, timid, cowardly rebellious grandson who was once treated as a dumb gun could bear it? Such pain.

"Thank you, Master Dippet." Daguerre nodded slightly, maintaining his last demeanor. "I'm sorry I can't bow to you. It feels great to see the light again."

"What's the matter?" Armando moaned his lips and stiff face, mechanically lowered his head, looking at Daguerre in the cage.

"As you can see, we are locked here. Do you know the Second Salem?" Daguerre shrugged, but moved the six iron hooks that hooked him, grinning in pain, and said, "My lord In order to attack the Magic Congress of the United States, we are going to catch some silent people and wizards with unstable magic power, and urge them to explode downstairs in Congress, so as to achieve some of our demands."

"We...we?" Armando grasped the key point in the sentence.

"Yes," Daguerre nodded and said, "To be honest, I'm really curious. Ordinarily, in a family like yours, we shouldn't train people who think wizards into silent ones. In fact, we may not be able to I found a silent person, let alone a pure-blood wizard, let alone joined the saints, let alone—"

"Tell me what you did? How can I let him go," Armando felt his patience on the verge of an explosion. He stared at Daguerre's eyes coldly, and said coldly, "I don't mind. You entertain me, but I hope you can consider your situation."

"Sorry, sorry. My lord," Daguerre raised his eyebrows, looking unrepentant, but he changed the subject, "Did you see the blood tank under my feet? This is the second Salem's. The sign is our unique magic...it can absorb the magic power of the wizard, and once the supply of magic power is cut off a little, it will...boom."

Daguerre's eyes widened, UU reading www. uukanshu.com seemed to want to simulate the explosion scene with his facial expressions, but he quickly failed, and instead made himself seem to have something wrong with his facial nerves.

"Well, the iron cage itself is also part of the magic," he gave up his facial expressions, twitching his left face, and said, "Without the help of the second Salem member, you can't do it without damaging the magic structure. People are fished out, and this often explodes, probably... well, the equivalent of a half-adult silent self-destruction, Barry can't bear such an impact."

"Why is he caught? He is not a silent one." Armando's eyes became colder. He stared at Daguerre's face, resisting the urge to kill him, shook his head, and said, "He was educated. Very good, if it weren't for Grindelwald, he would still be a good boy."

"My lord, whether your grandson is silent or not, I think you should know better than me." Daguerre said, "You can tell, Barry was caught by me, although I am also locked together now."

Daguerre’s frivolous tone continued to stimulate Armando’s nerves. He removed the seemingly respectful disguise and chuckled, "Armando Dupete, you don’t think that your grandson is here. Didn’t he become silent after he came into contact with Grindelwald? Let’s be honest, if Grindelwald didn’t show up midway, your kind of education method would only make him explode on the spot.” Jumping to Hogwarts My classmate is Voldemort Chapter 199 Grandfather and Grandson Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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