My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The other three dragons poked their heads out of the clouds. From the hideous spikes on their dragon heads, it can be judged that these dragons are the most violent and strongest Hungarian hornets, the one that has fallen to the top of the black tower. The dragon raised its long neck high and opened its big mouth, exposing its fangs and roaring towards the sky. Although it did not breathe flames, the hot air waves around its mouth still twisted the surrounding air, even Huo, who was standing by the lake. The students of Gwartz were also buzzing in their ears by the huge noise.

The other three giant dragons heard its cry, and descended from the clouds one after another, surrounding the black tower and staring at the building in front of them like a toy.

This scene made Nelson thought for a time that the three of them only had to fuse into the Hungarian ultimate hornet.

They are suspended side by side in the air, and their huge wings are covered with scars from battle. The wind brought by flapping their wings stirs up huge waves that should only appear on the sea. At this moment, the sun has just risen from the east. Soon, the generous figures of the giant dragons shielded it tightly, making everyone on the lakeside seem to have returned to night from day to night.

The classmates present were not without knowledge. They had never seen real dragons. At least there were a few underground in Gringotts, but the dragons raised by the wizards looked like babies compared to the four-headed behemoth in front of them. Great witch.

"Constance..." Sigmund's face suddenly stinked. He looked at the pieces of debris falling from the top of the black tower. Although the dragon could not really destroy the building, he couldn't hold back his face after all. Breathe calmly, put on an easy-going face, and said softly, "You should take care of these animals."

"Uh, Sigmund," Dumbledore reminded from the side, "she may not be able to hear you, after all, she hasn't come down from the sky yet."

"Damn..." The blood vessels on Sigmund's temple "suddenly" jumped, and a few seconds later he said suddenly, "No, then what did she just-"

"Albus, have you finally become the principal?" Constance's voice appeared beside them again, interrupting Sigmund's doubts. She seemed to know Dumbledore well, "Sorry, Boothbatten The little girls in's are a bit violent, and when they see a tattered stick in the lake, they want to go down and play for a while."

"—In our conversation?" Sigmund finished the sentence, but still.

"Ears are selective in receiving sound." Constance said to herself, "For example, Dumbledore, who is that tall man over there? Your teacher or student?"

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the group of students. A tall boy was very eye-catching.

"Oh, that was the third grader of Gryffindor, Rubeus Hagrid," Dumbledore said. "He is a nice boy, very good in every way... well, I mean, he's also very tall. ."

"Hungarian Hornet!" Hagrid was standing at the head of the Gryffindor team at the moment, pointing to the four-headed dragon over the Black Lake and couldn't help admiring, "It's so beautiful...it's so beautiful!"

McGonagall stood in front of him, as if trying to pull his arm off, so as not to shame the school and the college, but she couldn't reach it. The petite McGonagall was only around Hagrid's waist, so she had no choice but to put down her hand. .

"Really have a vision," Constance asked. "Will he be a warrior at Hogwarts?"

"Uh..." Dumbledore was speechless for a while, and said after thinking for a moment, "None of us knows what it looks like before the final result arrives, do we?"

"That's true," Constance said. "It looks like the girls are tired of this broken tower. Wait a minute, we're down."

The dragon at the top of the tower bends its strong and powerful legs, kicks it hard, and disappears in the next second, even leaving a ring-shaped shock wave condensed by fog in the same place.

When the audience reacted, the other three dragons were also missing. Soon, the clouds above everyone's heads suddenly separated to the two sides, and a dark giant connected with a thick iron chain fell to the ground and smashed into it fiercely. Only a few people can see the water near the shore of the Black Lake. What has just dropped is an anchor, a huge anchor. After falling into the water, it plunged into the mud at the bottom of the lake without any hindrance. , The huge waves rushed to the shore immediately. The students were safe and sound under the protection of the barrier erected by the professor, but the suspension bridge that stretched to the lake with the black tower on the side was poured through.

Sigmund's face was even more ugly. He remembered the previous instructions from the school directors to him: "Just find an open space and stand there. Don't do unnecessary things."

It now appears that he has already messed things up.

With the sinking of the giant anchor, the iron chain connected to the tail made a sour metal rubbing sound, and then collapsed straight under the tremendous force. The four-headed giant dragon led the chain and landed to the four corners of the giant anchor’s landing point. Pulling the chains tied to the body vigorously, under their difficult force, a huge ship's bow broke through the clouds and slowly flew down.

"It's really a boat! It's really a boat!" Alphad was excited.

"This is Boothbarton's transportation. Durmstrang's is the tower over there, Alphad," Nelson patted his shoulder and sighed. "Sure enough, gambling can make people confused. ."

"Huh?" Alphad said ignorantly. "It's a ship anyway, isn't it?"

With the concerted efforts of the anchor and the four-headed dragon, the large ship floating in the air docked at the lake. Although there was still a distance of more than ten meters from the lake, at least the location was on the lake.

Nelson can only see its bottom, bow and half of the mast and sails. This big ship is a simple wooden sailing ship, but it is much larger than a common wooden sailing ship. The bottom of the ship is covered with hard iron on the waterline. After simply reading the ancient magic texts engraved with magical powers, he probably understood the meaning of these magic texts-strengthening, protecting, repairing and breaking through.

In addition to the ancient magic inscriptions, the iron sheet was covered with pitted scars, which seemed to hit something often, but these scars were being repaired by specific magic inscriptions on the bottom of the ship every moment.

Despite the scars, decorations can be seen in almost every part of the hull. According to the style, it should be the hands of different people. These decorations record some travel stories, which may be left by the passengers of this ship. .

Through the decoration on the iron sheet and the wood under the hole, it can be seen that this ship is old and may even be as old as the world's first wooden sailing ship.

The bow of the big ship has a pitch-black horn like a dragon's head. At first glance, it is a big killer. The horn is sharp and exudes a chill. Crossing the horn, you can see the half-straight mast and the embroidered Booth hanging on it. The brand new sail of the Patton school badge.

Dumbledore took a step forward, raised his wand, and raised his hands up. In a few seconds, a stairway boarded by sand appeared, leading to the big ship overhead.

"Thank you, Albus," Constance's voice came again. "We will get down right away."

Soon, a few figures appeared on the stairs. The leading witch wore a golden robe. It became more and more golden on such a cloudy day. It was like a hot sun that made people unable to see her appearance. Behind them, two rows of girls appeared in azure blue robes, like dresses better than robes. At the end of the line, a few boys sparsely fell behind. If it weren’t for them, most people would think that Boothbatten is a girls’ school. .

The headmaster of Busbarton, Constance, was the witch who led the head. After walking down the stairs, everyone could see her appearance clearly. Unlike her attitude towards Sigmund, Constance's appearance was very soft and even somewhat The low eyebrows are pleasing to the eye. It seems that it is due to proper maintenance. She looks much younger than Dumbledore and Sigmund. She has long blonde hair draped behind her head. To be honest, the combination of blonde and gold robe is not good. Clothing, but her appearance is enough to hold up this weird match.

Compared with magic, her beauty is not so important. Every step she walks will be dyed golden gold, shining in the sun, when the students of Boothbarton follow behind her. Standing on the ground, the stairs had been dyed a magnificent golden color, but Nelson did not see her using a magic wand, and it was not like transfiguration, more like alchemy.

"Sorry, Albus, I am afraid that my precious students will fall, so I strengthened it a bit."

Constance walked up to Dumbledore and spoke. Then, she turned around, and the golden staircase turned into sand and disappeared in the wind, and the wind enveloping the dust also looked gleaming, as if Really took away some gold.

"The Sorcerer's Stone is not for you to use this way." Sigmund snorted and stabbed her, "Be careful of being stolen by accident."

"Thank you for your reminder, Sigmund," Constance's hoarse voice made it sound like a mockery even thanks to her, or perhaps she was mocking Sigmund herself, "how do you think I have a Philosopher's Stone? Is there a way to turn sand into gold? You only know the Philosopher’s Stone, right?"

"Well, I think you definitely don't want your students to see yourself quarreling with the principal of another school," Dumbledore stood up to make a round, "Hogwarts has prepared a grand reception for you. Let's enter first. Let’s go to the castle, what can be said slowly afterwards."

"I'm fine, and don't worry, I have set a silencer around me," Constance shrugged and asked, "Right, have you checked the Goblet of Fire? Can you still light it? By the way, you Do you know how to light it?"

"Yes, there are records in the classics," Dumbledore nodded, turned around, and walked out of the scope of Principal Constance's Silencing Charm, and said loudly, "Premier, please lead the students of your college back to the auditorium, two The male and female representatives went to lead Bussbarton and Durmstrang’s classmates."

After all, he invited the two principals to walk with him and head to the castle first.

"Who do you think is better when the three of them fight?" Tom suddenly appeared next to Nelson and asked in a low voice, "Can Dumbledore defeat the two of them?"

"Huh?" Nelson turned his head. "Aren't you going to lead the team?"

"Don't you know the way yourself?" Tom shrugged. "And Professor Slughorn is walking in the front. They dare not make a mistake."

"Well," Nelson said, "Dumbledore should be the best."

His voice was a little louder, and was heard by the Durmstrang student on the side.

A guy with a hooked nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes stared at Nelson, staring at him. Just when Nelson was about to say something to break the embarrassment, the Durmstrang student suddenly spoke. "Dumbledore may be the best, but we must be better than you."

Nelson raised his eyebrows. Didn't he know that he had lost when he said "Dumbledore may be the best"? I don't know what kind of education they have received in Durmstrang, and they can have this kind of thought, and speak out in a grandiose way.

Can't bear to think too much, in order to prevent this sentence from expanding into a diplomatic incident, he hastened to apologize.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect your principal," Nelson said sincerely, "but I am still very sorry, my name is Nelson Williams, if I meet you at Hogwarts What can I do for help."

But then, the next sentence of the Durmstrang student shocked Nelson even more, "You are Wiltening, right? I will defeat you."

Tom shook his head, pulled Nelson away, his eyes filled with "Don't talk to strange things".

"Good guy," Tom raised his eyebrows after leaving the guy's sight, exclaimed, "Are you already so famous? Durmstrang has your admirers."

"You call this an admirer?"

"Of course," Tom said, "if I want to defeat someone, I will recognize him at first sight."

"I suspect someone is doing something," Nelson laughed. "You said that if I don't sign up directly, will he be very angry and disappointed? Wiltening, I'm here...Wait, who are you?"

He was learning the German colloquialism of the Durmstrang student, which made Tom laugh.

"If it were me, I might die on the spot." Tom put his hand on Nelson's shoulder and said, clutching his stomach.

"But why does he know me?" Nelson said with lingering fear. "It's terrible."

"Who knows?" Tom finally came over, turned his head and glanced at Demstrang's team, and asked, "It's not that Nagini will come to Hogg as Demstrang's team teacher. Was it? Why didn't I see her."

"Maybe stay in the black tower? Or changed her face?" Nelson speculated. "After all, Dumbledore may know what she looks like. They are said to have seen it more than ten years ago."

"Oh."

Soon, the group walked to the front of the castle, and the three principals gathered around an old wooden box, waiting for everyone.

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