My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"If you want me to say, we just need to live in a tent. The tent that Walb added to lent me is still here, and there are even tea sets in it."

Tom was holding his magic wand and chopped down the covered branches one by one like a baboon wielding a stick. The branches with fresh leaves fell like rain. Fortunately, there were no caterpillars on it. Nor did it affect Nelson's normal construction.

"We are going to stay here for a long time." Nelson was carefully turning the wood that Tom had cut into a wooden door and installed it on the doorway of the stone house. An alchemist who was less than 30 cm in length jumped out of his pocket. After a while, the whole vacant lot was filled. Under the leadership of an alchemist who looked like an exclamation point, he began to level the surrounding land, and picked up the branches that Tom had dropped, tied them into a fence, tied them around the hut, without head Said back, "You can take out the furniture in the tent and put it in the house. Of course, if you want, you can also set up the tent directly in the room."

"Do you think I have this quirk?" Tom rolled his eyes, looked at the sky above his head that was trimmed into a standard square, nodded in satisfaction, turned sideways and walked past Nelson into the cabin without doors and windows. Said, "I want that sunny room."

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "remember to install windows."

"Can't you help me?" Tom shrugged, leaned out of the empty window frame, grabbed a handful of branches on the ground, and drew back.

The efficiency of magic is unquestionable. Under the influence of Zweig's professional construction team, Nelson's business has become very proficient. It took less than half a day, and even the position of the sun has not been moved much. This beautiful stone cottage It has already begun to take shape-the surrounding flat ground is covered with metal plants for defense, and the fence covered with spikes and magic patterns looks around. In the "garden" underground, there are some more fierce machines. If you are ready to go, there may not be any fortress in the world with such a fortification, but the object they guard is a mushroom-shaped hut painted with a red roof that seems to be moved from a fairy tale.

The stove that Tom moved out of the tent just happened to be stuck in the flue of the hut. An exquisite silver kettle was sitting on it, steaming "grumblingly". Tom was sitting on the sofa next to him, rubbing his sour shoulders. , Looking at Nelson who was giving orders to the alchemy villain who worked last night and the sun at noon.

"Is it necessary?" Tom lightly picked it with his magic wand, and a column of hot water shot out from the kettle in front of him, and poured it precisely into the teapot beside him. After a while, the whole house was overflowing with tea fragrance, and he was satisfied. Nodded, bent down and took out a bottle of Butterbeer from the ice bucket under the table, "Do you want to conquer Albania in this battle?"

"Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years," Nelson gave the last alchemy villain the task of leading a patrol, turned around, and walked towards Tom. "It is said that there is a race of vampires in Albania. This kind of creature can't be underestimated."

"Vampire?" Tom grinned, mockingly. "Is that the race of the guy who runs the bar in the slum?"

"This is the base camp. If you don't keep it, they will have any masters."

"It's useless to have a master," Tom waved his hand and said, "Have you forgotten? You came here to practice Animagus. I asked someone specifically. In the next month, this place will be It's a sunny day."

"I've always been very curious." Nelson looked at Tom's brewed tea strangely, and also drew a bottle of Butterbeer from the ice bucket, sat on the sofa opposite him, opened the bottle and drank it "tons, tons, tons". He got up, half a bottle of his stomach, he closed his mouth, swallowed the burp that came up, and asked curiously, "Who did you ask? Does anyone specialize in weather forecasting now?"

"I asked Mrs. Clemence," Tom shrugged. "Ask her to make a prediction for me, and she promised that there will be no other weather except sunny days."

"Guaranteed?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Is that accurate?"

"No," Tom lowered his head, took a sip of the Butterbeer, and said, "She told me that the magic of prophecy should not be used for such trivial things. She taught me a spell to dispel clouds and mist, which can be forcibly maintained. At least a month of sunny days."

"..."

"What's the matter with you?" Tom raised his head. "What is your expression?"

"Nothing?" Nelson said dryly. "This is indeed an accurate prediction."

"I'll just say it." Tom proudly raised the glass bottle in his hand, drank Nelson to clink glasses in the void, and asked, "By the way, is there a wizard here?"

"Yes," Nelson changed to a more comfortable position, picking up the book he had been reading and saying, "Although most of the wizarding families in Albania have moved out of this place due to the influence of vampires, there are still a small number of them. Most of the wizards who are unwilling to leave their homes and the local Muggle-born wizards choose to complete their studies in Durmstrang, which is why the local wizards can strike a balance with vampires in a sparsely populated situation."

"I see, this is a dark wizard's den." Tom nodded.

"In fact, it's not. Their attitude is mainly influenced by their own religion and folklore." Nelson shook his head and said, "I don't know how to describe it. We also dealt with them when we came here to build the teleportation array, but How do you say it? They are even more difficult to communicate than vampires."

"Well, I really want to see and see."

"..."

In the dimness, Tom only felt that he had a funny dream. In the dream, he was standing at a high place. Everyone was kneeling at his feet, while Nelson stood quietly on the opposite side and told him:

"Here, facing mortals, you shouldn't pretend like this."

"Then how should I pretend?"

"Tom..."

"How should I pretend?" Tom asked anxiously, full of curiosity.

"Tom! Tom!"

Tom, who was awakened from his dream, opened his eyes and saw Nelson, who raised his arms and was about to slap himself, rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nagini is gone," Nelson said anxiously. "I just asked the alchemist to find her, but they only returned halfway."

"Is there something?"

"I think so." Nelson nodded hard, pulled Tom up, looked at his watch, and said, "It's half past two, not long before, I think it will be too late."

Tom clenched his fist and smashed a hole in the arm of the sofa. The leather armrest rebounded slowly. Tom flicked his sleeve and the wand appeared in his hand.

"Want to bring some garlic?"

"I think vampires shouldn't come out to do things like this."

"Well, where shall we find it."

"Follow it," Nelson said, pointing to the alchemy villain at hand, "it said that it saw the direction in which a large number of villains disappeared, and Nagini probably disappeared there too."

"It's really not worrying!" Tom walked outside the house cursingly, grabbed the alchemy villain and threw it in front of him, let it lead the way with speed, fastened his shoelaces with magic, and said in big strides, "I'll open the way, you After the break."

Tom and Nelson walked carefully through the woods with their magic wands. As they continued to deepen, the crown of the trees above their heads became denser, and even completely covered the sky. The original noisy cicadas gradually disappeared, except for the friction caused by the leaves above their heads. "Sand", the two could hardly hear any sound-even their footsteps. Nelson's leather shoes stepped heavily on the moss that had never been seen on the ground without making any sound.

"The sound of this leaf is really annoying." Tom pushed aside the thorns on both sides with his protected hands, and followed the bouncing alchemist idol forest in the depths. Nelson followed behind and took one at a time. The small **** are stuffed into the branches of the trees on both sides.

"It's a good thing to be able to hear the sound," Nelson said with an untimely sneer. "It at least proves that you are not deaf."

"Haha." Tom grinned blankly, and continued to send forward.

Soon, the surrounding light became dim, and only the lighting curse of the two wand tips could be used as a light source, which made people confused between day and night. The repeated environment also made people lose their sense of time. They couldn't help but start to wonder, yes It's not that they walked for too long, they walked from day to night.

"Gnar, how long have we been walking?" Tom frowned, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and said suspiciously, "I am here at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's only half an hour before we set off."

"Hush—" Nelson motioned for Tom to silence. The two stood there without making a sound. Immediately afterwards, Nelson turned his head and asked with a solemn expression, "Have you heard the sound of leaves since the beginning? "

"No." Tom was listening, then shook his head and said, "I can't hear anything, not even the wind."

Exploring in a place like the forest is sometimes quieter than noisy or even more dangerous. When you can’t hear any sound or see any animals, it proves that there is either nuclear radiation or a top predator, not to mention. Said the scene that can't even hear the wind at this moment.

"It's really a good thing to be able to hear the sound now," Nelson said dryly, putting his hands in his pockets, and saying, "You stay close to me, ready to show your appearance at any time."

"Yeah." Tom nodded, raised his wand, his eyes lit up with red light, he looked forward, his body was tense, he was already in a fighting state, "Should I go ahead?"

"Come on, I'm behind you."

Nelson nodded, and a strange device with magical light was floating behind him, and they fired lasers at each other, linking them to form an intangible barrier.

These silver devices are slender and beautiful. The slender cylindrical main body is supported by two huge transparent elytras that are quickly fanned. In the center of the main body, a red light spot looks at everything around me indifferently like an eye. Several devices Fly to the front and arrange them on the left and right sides of Tom to protect him.

"What is this?" Tom raised his eyes to look at the silver figure above his head, then lowered his head and looked forward, not daring to relax.

"This is a new turret I made. It can fly. It's called a mayfly." Nelson introduced, "Do you like it?"

"The name is not very auspicious," Tom commented. "It feels a bit short-lived."

"It's okay, basically no cost," Nelson shrugged. "They are as cheap as mayfly, but useful."

"As long as there is enough," Tom stopped his thorny movement and stood still, "ants can eat elephants."

Ahead, two trees close together blocked the way, and the alchemy villain who led Tom jumped to the junction of the two trees, seeming to observe the road conditions ahead.

Tom vigorously blinked his eyes, which had become dry from the long-term tension, but when he opened them, the alchemy villain in his vision suddenly disappeared.

"who!"

He raised his arm, a beam of red light shot straight forward, making a "boom", and the two trees blocking the road separated a little to the sides. Apart from this, there was no other damage. It seems that their ordinary bark is What kind of powerful magic immunity materials are general.

Hearing Tom's hands, Nelson did not ask what happened. He just raised his right hand, and the red dots on the mayflies who followed lit up at the same time. Then ~www.readwn.com~ beams of magic spell shot out from the red dots The front is densely covered.

"What happened?" Nelson asked nervously, reaching out his left hand and grabbing Tom by the shoulder, ready to take him away at any time.

"I don't know." Tom shook his head, gritted his teeth and stared at the black hole in the bush. "Your little guy suddenly disappeared. I didn't even notice it. Sure enough, there is something unusual in the woods."

"Something unusual?" Nelson narrowed his eyes and made a fist with his right hand. In the surrounding trees, in every hidden corner, red lights lit up. Without knowing what the enemy was, a fierce attack was on the verge!

The forest seemed to perceive Nelson's desire to attack and also guessed the possible power. Without any external influence, the two trees blocking Tom's path fell straight to the sides and slammed across the ground vigorously.

Over Tom’s shoulders, Nelson could see that the road ahead suddenly opened up. A naturally formed avenue led straight to the front. On both sides, the crowns of tall trees falling toward the center were connected to form an arch-like structure. The scars painted with annual rings are like eyes, staring silently at two uninvited guests in the forest.

A gust of wind blew, and Nelson finally heard the long-lost "rustle", these thick trees bent forward under the breeze, as if welcoming two visitors.

Nelson's pupils tightened, and through the business shared by the mayfly, he saw some alchemy doll fragments and blood-stained vines hidden in hidden corners behind these trees.

A sharp female voice rang in front of the two of them, echoing in the bushes:

"Are you here to steal wisdom too?"

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