My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"How can I educate my grandson? It's not your turn to tell me." Armando's eyes were gloomy. He lowered his head and looked at Andre with his eyes hanging. He raised his hand and shot it with a green light. Do not let the wind fall, "Andre, a teacher like you, what qualifications do you have to evaluate me?"

　　 "Are you crazy?" Seeing the green light, Andre drew sideways and cursed with wide-eyed eyes, "Death curse? You are the principal of Hogwarts! Are you shameless?"

"I don't care about anything anymore. You don't really think that the last time I made me suffer was because of my high level?" Armando said disdainfully, "I just didn't bother to use these magics at the time, besides, I had already I found a successor for Hogwarts who was a hundred times better than me!"

Armando Dupete, as the principal of Hogwarts, he was originally a highly respected and powerful wizard. When such a character looses his bottom line and starts to use dark magic against the enemy, how much can he do? What? Andre was fortunate to be the first person to eat crabs. When he encountered such a wizard who "fallen into the magical way", he was already alone under Armando's intensive curse offensive.

　　 "You are crazy, Dippet!"

Andre can only keep flashing and releasing protective spells to resist Armando’s attacks. There is no room to fight back. Even so, large and small cracks have begun to appear on his body, and one foot has even been completely petrified and hard. The ground dragged to the ground, his dodge pace became slower and slower, and the release of the protective spell became more and more incapable.

　　 But Andre didn't dare to escape. He was afraid that Barry would fall into the hands of his crazy grandfather. At that time, even if Grindelwald was in person, he would not be able to return to heaven.

Finally, in the gap where Armando released a barrier curse, he rolled into the space under the stairs as an eighteen-year-old young wizard. Taking advantage of Armando’s inability to hit his own skills, he was attacked by the demon. The hole blasted by the curse released a distress signal.

At the moment of seeing the distress signal, Andre’s entourage who was on the deck immediately rushed down. Just as hope rose in his eyes, the entourage quickly told him with action, "Miscellaneous soldiers are disappointing. It never disappoints."

　　 Ten seconds have not elapsed, these few shrimp soldiers and crabs, who seemed to have just been salvaged by fishing boats from Boston Bay, have already fallen under Armando's curse.

"There is no need to chatter, Andre, I admit that I am crazy, but so what? Didn't I be driven crazy by you?" Armando strolled closer to Andre, with a weeping face on his face. Satisfied smile, "It's your honor to be able to escape so many times under my hands, but I swear that I won't let you escape easily this time, bug."

"I've said it countless times! I just went to buy a baby sphinx next door to your house!" Andre Sayazi ran wildly in the cabin and shouted, "You ask Barry yourself, the people at that time Is it me?"

"My grandson... he is too young, he doesn't know anything," Armando shook his head, and a few more evil spells shot out, one of which hit the keel on the top of the head with a disturbing click. , The hull slowly tilted to one side, and Armando waved his magic wand and said in a hurry: "I can only see what my eyes see. I won't believe the words of you little people. Today, I will Use the black magic you are most proud of to tear you apart!"

　　 "Grandfather, why didn't you use these spells in the first place?" Barry, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, suddenly asked, "Since you are willing to use this kind of curse, you can find the real murderer by using the curse in the first place."

　　 "I didn't want to—"

　　 Armando's voice softened a little, turned to face his grandson, and flicked his wand behind him, crashing the stairs and pressing Andre down.

　　 "Why are you willing now?"

　　 "Child, of course it's because of you—"

"I know why, my grandfather," Barry's tone was flat, not at all like a grandson talking to his grandfather, and nothing like a dying person, "because you found out later, I can't be like you imagined. Becoming a person like my father and mother, I have inferior talents, mediocre talents, and a weak personality. I didn't grow up according to your ideas. Not only that, I also invested in Master Grindelwald under the command of you, shame you this great wizard ."

　　 "No, Barry, you are my favorite grandson."

"Yes, but I am not your proudest grandson. I am like a psoriasis, living with your reputation." Barry lowered his head, burying his eyes deeply between the blades of his feet, "I'm sorry, I It's still causing you trouble in the last moments of life."

"The last moment of life? No! I won't let you die, don't worry Barry, I will save you." Armando no longer had the calmness of fighting Andre, he waved his hands in panic, and approached Barry. The iron cage said, "When Grandpa takes down the enemy, I will let you out."

"I can't even decide my own life or death?" Barry's flat voice fluctuated, his shoulders shrugged, and he said with a crying smile, "My **** life is like the **** square on your neckline. Like a towel, I was folded, ironed, and pressed into sharp folds, but did you notice that I was just a towel or a piece of parchment?"

　　 "Barry, Grandpa will let you decide your own life in the future——"

"Parchment and towels can't fit into your pocket. They have their place." Barry shook his head sadly and retorted, "But when you fold the crease of the square scarf on them, they just I can't be myself anymore."

　　 "No, you can be yourself."

The planks under the feet of a few people cracked a big crack in a toothy cracking sound, and the sequelae of Armando breaking the keel finally appeared at this moment. Through the cracks under the feet, you can even see the undercurrents under the calm sea of ​​Boston Harbor. In the waves, there was no call for help from the deck, and I don’t know what happened to the ordinary crew members.

　　 Daguerre, who had watched the play for a long time, called the **** of faith in his heart, rolled his eyes, and secretly vowed: "If you have another life, you must not go to Hogwarts."

　　 Seeing the disintegration of the cruise ship, Armando grabbed the cages of Barry and Daguerre a little nervously. Just when he was about to get started, a erratic male voice interrupted his movements.

　　 "Barry, I said, you can be yourself."

Silhouettes in black robes appeared in the narrow cargo hold, squeezing the small bottom of this small cruise ship. When they came on stage, the hull fracture stopped. Gellert Green Dewo, dressed in the attire he was used to—a plain long trench coat and a long gray scarf, he walked out of the crowd holding a magic wand, repeating what he had just said.

"Thank God..." Andre, who was pretending to be dead under the wreckage of the stairs, poked out his head. At the first glance he saw Grindelwald, he lay down in peace. He retrieved a piece of wood that looked like a pillow, and put it under his neck, "Barry is saved... Me too."

　　 Grindelwald walked through the crowd and approached Armando, who was like an enemy.

　　 He leaned slightly, lowered his head, raised his eyes to Armando, done a lot of etiquette, and said, "Principal Dippet, although it is a bit out of date, I am very happy to meet you."

　　 "Grindelwald..." Armando gritted his teeth and squeezed the name of the Dark Lord from his teeth, without saying a word.

"Please let me, thank you." Grindelwald nodded, bypassed Armando, and walked straight to the cage where Barry was being held. When he saw the **** sight inside, his heterochromatic pupils shrank sharply, but he quickly recovered his calm. .

"Master Grindelwald, you forcibly breaking the cage like this will only inspire the magical organs inside." Daguerre interrupted unwillingly. Compared with Armando, he was full of respect when speaking with the Dark Lord, and he did not dare to offend. His tiger's whiskers.

"What are you?" Grindelwald was very dissatisfied with his interruption. He turned his head and looked at the cage next door contemptuously. After seeing the people in the cage, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? I remember. You, are you from that group of Muggles and wild wizards in America?"

　　 "It's my honor to be remembered by you." Daguerre spoke up bitterly.

"Huh." Grindelwald didn't bother to spend much time with this kind of character. He was not interested in what Daguerre wanted to say, but slowly bent down, stretched out his hand, and covered the railing of the cage wall with Barry. The blood-stained fingers touched lightly and looked at Barry’s tearful and bloodshot eyes. He nodded and retracted his hand, not caring about the dirty blood and filth, but clenched his fist, "Barry, you are for Help me find something to become like this."

　　 "Master Grindelwald——"

　　 Grindelwald shook his head, raised his index finger to his lips, and interrupted Barry's next words. He put his hand on the cage wall and whispered softly, "It's okay, it's okay, let's take you home."

Powerful and sophisticated magic power rushed into the iron cage through the old magic wand without the tendency of magic spells. Under the surgical manipulation of Grindelwald, the blood filled in the groove under Barry rose, and the **** steam followed. Qiqiao rushed back into Barry's body.

　　 Barry's body convulsed violently, and as his shaking became larger and larger, a black shadow suddenly straightened from behind him, staring at the man in front of him with his pure white eyes.

"Get back."

Grindelwald held the magic wand and continued to crack the mechanism of the cage, without even looking at the black figure who claimed to be "Barry Dippet". Following his movements, the iron cage with its blades and hooks seemed to be lost. When he entered the sulfuric acid pool, he was distorted and dissolved, and disappeared. Barry, who had lost his support, bled all over, and rushed forward. The shadow behind him did not know where he had gone, as if he had never appeared before.

　　 Grindelwald half-kneeled on the ground and took Barry, who had fallen forward, into his arms, carefully stroked his back with magical hands, and comforted, "It's okay, let's go home."

　　……

　　 "Mr. Wiltening, the magic world has always had different opinions on the nature of the dementor."

After another week of magic history class, Professor Bins called Nelson into the office. There were piles of large books with yellowed pages on the empty desk. He let Nelson sit down and got into the pile of books alone. , Took out a green cover and chained book of spells, and threw it in front of Nelson.

"But we, as researchers of history, must not allow this ambiguity to become mainstream." Nelson could see the brilliance of knowledge in his big milky eyes. He put his hands on the cover and floated in front of Nelson. Said, "From the crevices of history, we can always find clues."

　　 "Do you have any new discoveries?"

"Have."

Professor Bins nodded and shook his head again. He grabbed the bell behind the door and shook it gently. Several house elves in scarves and a blackboard suddenly appeared in the office with their backs to Nelson, The body was hidden behind the blackboard as much as possible, and it was quickly installed on a bracket, and then disappeared.

"Mr. Wiltening, what I want to say next, you can regard it as an extracurricular tutoring. Don't worry, it will not be the content of your final exam." Professor Binns clapped his hands, his line glowing with silver light. The squiggly text appeared on the blackboard, and Professor Ghost’s expression was a little excited and a little shy, "To be honest, I haven't changed the syllabus for a thousand years. This is the first time I have talked about this taboo topic~www.readwn .com~Nelson sits up straight and looks at Professor Bins intently.

"All the time, we have acquiesced to the fact that Pythia, the ancient Greek witch, defeated the evil Helbo at the time," Professor Bins, "Muggles adapted those histories into myths, but in reality, From the perspective of the wizard, the gods who fly into the sky and reclaim the land and reclaim the sea in these stories are just wizards who have violated the principle of confidentiality."

"In Greek mythology, Pythia is just an ordinary priestess serving Apollo, with a little predictive power. In fact, her position is approximately like this in real history-she has never been affected by advanced magic. She is well-known, but Helbo, which has ravaged Greece for hundreds of years, was indeed collapsed under her own planning.” Professor Bins introduced in a respectful tone, “People know very little about her, but for now, she is the biggest The achievement in the field of magic is the development of a curse that can help wizards resist dementors after a thousand years-the patron saint curse."

　　 "Is she a curse developed against Dementors?"

　　 "I am not sure, but as far as the effect is concerned, the Patronus Curse does have a miraculous effect against dementors. I believe you also know this."

　　 Nelson nodded in agreement.

"The point I want to say is not this. You know that before the appearance of the patron saints and dementors, there was a special existence in the wizarding world. They can stimulate the energy that combines emotions and magic without a spell, but they can't control it. Professor Bins knocked on the blackboard, and a brand new word appeared on it, "They may even be the prototypes of dementors and patron saints."