My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I will thank you for him first."

With a face as usual, Nelson thought about Grindelwald's purpose of being here, and chatted with him one after another.

He didn't really just come to the ball of the Triwizard Tournament, give a smashing opening, and then go away, hiding his merit and fame.

"Mr. Grindelwald, if you are really interested in the life of Professor Dumbledore, I suggest you ask him yourself." After being rejected for failing to answer five questions about Dumbledore, Nelson He said helplessly, "You know, Professor Dumbledore has been very busy lately. I rarely even see him. Of course, this is also thanks to you."

With the idea that "he was never here to join in the fun", Nelson was horrified to discover that this auditorium, including teachers, students, and guests, almost contained most of the elites and hopes of the European magic circle.

Combined with the second Salem plan heard from Newt, as long as a "bang", Grindelwald's conquest of Europe will not be hindered in any way.

Nelson changed his mind to think that Grindelwald likes the elite so much, he shouldn't be so frantic.

But to be on the safe side, he sneaked a glance under the Grindelwald stool to see if he had hidden Credence there.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah? It's nothing," Nelson was relieved to see that Grindelwald's stool was empty. He raised his head and just saw a blond wizard sneaking in through the door. "I saw an acquaintance."

Abraxas Malfoy, half an hour ago, Nelson saw him drank the bone spirit and the dead water, lying on the school hospital bed.

"Are you acquainted?" Grindelwald followed Nelson's gaze. "It's really a little mouse."

mouse? Nelson didn't know for a moment whether he was describing Malfoy's posture or what else he meant.

"Malfoy, where is your little dance partner?"

As Malfoy passed in front of him, Nelson suddenly called out and stopped him.

Seeing Nelson who suddenly appeared in front of him, Malfoy was stunned, and then showed a flattering smile, "Mr. Williams, long time no see."

Seeing his slick look, Nelson always felt a little familiar.

His eyes drifted to Grindelwald next to Nelson, and he said in surprise, "Mr. Bowie!"

"Where's your dancing partner? Malfoy." Nelson put his hand in his pocket and asked again, "Is Miss Joey's treatment so effective?"

"Dancing...companion?" Malfoy was stunned. He thought for a while and replied, "She fell asleep in the chair next to me—"

Before he could speak, he ran away.

Before Nelson raised his wand, his left leg suddenly "pop" against his right leg, and he froze in place as if standing in a military position. Under the inertia of running forward, Malfoy His face hit the ground hard.

"Leave the dance partner down and come to the party secretly, do you want to steal the fishy?"

Grindelwald's hands were still resting on the armrest of the chair without any movement, but Malfoy was like a prey **** by a hunter, dragged by an invisible rope, rubbing the floor and slowly wriggling in the direction of the two of them.

"Nelson, this is what I often say, some unremarkable little magic can play the same role as those high-level spells in many cases," Grindelwald did not look at Malfoy who was dragging on the ground, turning his head and charging. Nelson explained, "You really like those powerful spells with a huge range. In fact, there is really no need to face an enemy like this with no resistance."

Nelson stared at Malfoy on the ground. Although he was sure that he was not still lying in the school hospital, he still said "unlucky kid" in his heart.

"In contrast, your friend did better," Grindelwald said, raising his chin, and dancing on the dance floor with his arms around Tom Walbuga. "I saw him fight once. Although sometimes they do some flashy behaviors, but the overall pursuit is fast and concise. Of course, your spell is a big example, it looks very...and very big, but if you face those masters who are good at killing one blow, This may become your biggest weakness."

Nelson nodded and touched the small silver ball in his pocket, feeling relieved.

"For example, what I just used is just a small evil curse that a first-year student might use, the leg-locking curse, but it has the same effect as if you deformed a chain to tie him up, and..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, who was across from the dance floor. He had already sat in the rest area, holding a bowl of lemon shaved ice and chatting with Sigmund, completely unaware that his students were being dragged along.

In fact, no one except Nelson and Grindelwald in this auditorium saw Malfoy lying on the ground.

"Moreover, low-level spells are often cast quickly, so I can spend more time to cast some higher-level spells with higher tactical significance, such as this," Grindelwald explained patiently, "The spell is'seeing is imaginary'. The effect is to make people in an area have a visual effect similar to'closed and blocked hearing'."

Older gingers are more spicy.

Although Nelson's view of "big is good" has not been reversed at all, his thinking is still clear. The power of wizards cannot be achieved overnight, and it takes time to accumulate.

Seeing Nelson's thoughtful appearance, Grindelwald lowered his head and looked at Malfoy who had been dragged under them.

"Well, it's rare for me to sing on stage for the first time. Let's see who dares to disturb me."

Grindelwald twisted his neck, and before he knew it, he had changed back to his original appearance, stretching his taller body.

"Do you like your head on the ground when you kneel?"

Grindelwald stood up, bent down, and supported Malfoy's shoulders, causing him to kneel on the ground, and Malfoy was almost suffocated by the simple movement.

When he saw Grindelwald's original face, Malfoy, who was unable to move, began to tremble. His fear of Grindelwald had exceeded the shackles of the wand.

"The compound decoction is really troublesome."

Grindelwald squinted his eyes, talking about trouble, but when he pulled out the scarred old wand and pressed it against Malfoy's face, his immature face faded away like a melting candle, peeling away from it. What came out was a deadly gray face.

The man who became Malfoy has thin skin, and his head is covered with earthworm-like cords and prominent blood vessels. The prominent blood vessels run down his neck and spread all over his body, like a series of black tattoos. On him.

These "decorations" that would not appear on normal people's heads made him look particularly hideous and terrifying, and what was even more disgusting was the moist and slippery skin exposed after he broke Malfoy's robe.

He seemed to have just been vomited out of his stomach by a behemoth, and his body was covered with unknown, fishy-smelling mucus. In addition to the pale dead skin and terrible blood vessels, there was about one-third of his back. There was no skin in the place, and the gray, rotten flesh without a trace of blood was exposed in the air, almost suffocating Nelson.

Even Grindelwald, who was used to seeing the market, frowned because of the pungent smell.

But he resisted the nausea, got closer, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Looking at the increasingly scared expression on the bald man’s face, Grindelwald said softly, “It seems that you know me, but even the stupidest wizard would not be so scared of me, so you must be living in a prejudice. And ignorance."

The bald man simply closed his eyes and did not look at Grindelwald.

"Oh, you must have suffered a lot from the foreign objects hidden under the skin."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and touched the man's head. His hands were covered with the slippery mucus on the man's body, but he didn't care at all, and instead stayed for a few seconds.

"Fortunately, I have seen something similar this summer."

When he took his hand away, the bulging "vessels" on the man's body twisted under his skin like a creature with its own consciousness.

Seeing this scene, Nelson felt a bit of toothache, until an iron thread worm-like steel bar pierced the skin behind his neck and rushed frantically to Grindelwald's face.

But in the next second, it hit a transparent wall, smashing the seemingly sharp tone to pieces.

"Child, do you know who you are?"

Grindelwald picked up the tissue on the table, wiped his hands, and burned it to ashes with a fierce fire. The ashes scattered on the man's scars made him very painful.

"Do you know who your father is? Do you know that your mother called by your side?" Grindelwald could not see his pain, and continued to ask, "You know if you don't fall into the hands of those idiots, you will receive Which magic school's admission notice?"

The bald-headed man was gasping for breath. There were more and more holes on his body. Long worms made of steel came out of the holes. No blood flowed out, only the friction between the steel and the muscles could be heard. At the sound of the moment, they all hit the solid barrier, and Grindelwald even picked up one of the gaps with a knife and forcibly pulled it out of the bald man's body.

"After Credence Beilburn escaped from the den, they seemed to be able to control you in this way," Grindelwald sneered. "It is better to have a clever traitor to turn a person into a loyal fool. Really short-sighted."

The eyes of the bald man slowly opened, seeming to have recovered a trace of clarity.

"Let me see who you are." Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction and put his hand on his forehead again.

"So that's the case." Grindelwald, who was familiar with the mind and soul, quickly read the boring and painful memories.

When he read the key memory, he noticed that the bald man whose memory was being read turned blue, showing a painful look. Then, the few long worms rushing out of his body lit up with red light. There was a scorching energy, and in an instant, Nelson felt short of breath. He finally understood what Newt meant by "blowing the school to the sky with a silent person."

Looking at the man's skin that was gradually turning red like a cooked shrimp, Nelson understood that the escaping energy alone was enough to make himself feel hot, and his whole explosion would be a little unimaginable.

Nelson was ready to run. He touched the small silver **** in his pocket and estimated the equivalent of the upcoming explosion.

"I feel sorry for you, poor boy," Grindelwald shook his head sadly. I will save you, poor child..."

Grindelwald seemed to be overwhelmed with sympathy tonight, facing the bald man who had turned red and his skin was cracking like dry earth, he didn't even want to hide at all.

"Boom..."

A heartbeat sound rang around Nelson, and just as Nelson guessed what countdown it was, the bald man suddenly exploded.

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The second most amazing thing about Salem is that even though everyone knows that it’s not easy for everyone from top to bottom, they can always accomplish such an initiative, such as mass "production" of silent people.

Nelson didn't have time to react, and the tunic and robe approached the bald man's right arm and turned to ashes in an instant. Under the protection of the water mist, his body was not harmed except by the scorching heat.

Nelson closed his eyes, is he going to run naked for such a funny reason?

But the expected explosion never hit. Nelson opened his eyes and saw a scene that shocked him-Grindelwald used a magic wand to point the bald man's chest, and forced the bursting magic that he had escaped back into him. The chest,

"Child, I said I will save you."

Grindelwald said gently, putting his hand on the bald man's head again.

Like a divine enlightenment, the bald man suddenly awakened his childhood memories and judgement IQ.

The man who had retrieved his memory twitched his facial nerves, and two lines of blood and tears were squeezed from the corner of his eyes.

"Remember it?" Grindelwald smiled. "When you remember, you can go on the road. One size fits one size. Child, this time it's punishment."

Grindelwald put down his wand with a smile, and against Nelson's dumbfounded background, the magic power that was agitated by the last suppression surged out with a force several times stronger than before.

Grindelwald and the bald man suddenly disappeared in place, and the magic of "seeing is illusion" suddenly failed. Nelson discovered that Dumbledore, who had been sitting on the opposite side and looking around, was staring at him, or the "empty seat" beside him.

When Nelson turned sideways and turned to Dumbledore, his ashes sleeves came out again.

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