My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Flivi," Ludwig stepped into the standard duel field built by Flivi and bowed his greetings, "I am honored to have the opportunity to fight with you."

His posture was very low and he looked humbly asking for advice.

Flivy nodded, but his short stature made Ludwig unable to contempt anymore. He raised his wand to the top of his head and waved it downwards, and an exquisite hourglass about two meters high appeared on his side. Behind.

The black quicksand has not yet begun to fall.

"Warrior of Durmstrang," Flivy said solemnly. "The hourglass behind me will fall for five minutes. Within five minutes, if you meet any of the criteria I mentioned, you can be considered a gain. Victory in this battle."

Fliviy stretched out three fingers: "One, break the hourglass behind me and let the sand flow out; two, fight to the last moment when the sand is exhausted; three, defeat me."

"I understand." Ludwig nodded, his nervous and solemn face, his eyes filled with excitement, "I want to beat you."

Want to beat me?

When the past experience reappears by your side, when the old dreams reappear in your mind, who will not be surprised?

When Ludwig stood in front of Flivy and performed a complete set of formal wizard rituals in an extremely standard posture, Flivy's eyes twinkled indeed to reproduce the general sense of familiarity yesterday.

"Everything seems familiar." This sentence always touches people's hearts.

Once upon a time, Flivy, like the youth opposite, challenged the recognized strong on a field that was the same length and width as the duel field under his feet, or even the same material.

"How similar to me back then..." Apart from the experience of being a prefect at Hogwarts, the young Flivy was simply not worth mentioning in the powerful duel competition. His short stature, fairies His normal appearance even became an insulting conversation for his opponents, but even in this way, he used the magic wand that he loved in the center of his hand to pass five levels and cut six generals and stood on the stage of the final finals.

Flitwick has met many excellent people. The Nelson and Tom whom he met just a few days ago are real examples, but he has never seen the desire to defeat powerful enemies in the eyes of these two schoolboys-he can learn from Nelson saw the balance of victory in his eyes because Nelson rarely bet the bargaining chip for defeat; he could see desire in Tom’s eyes, and this desire only showed victory, he didn’t care whether he could enjoy a well-matched and hearty game. competition.

Even when looking in the mirror, he rarely sees it in his own eyes, especially after he has won victory and won honor, Gringott's mediocre work and the ordinary life of his hometown have almost wiped out His fighting spirit, to this day, he once again saw his old friend in the eyes of the boy opposite—the desire to defeat the strong.

Flivy smiled and pressed his hand on the hourglass, and it flew lightly to the edge of the field like a piece of paper.

"My name is Felius Flivi," Flivi raised his wand to his chest, and rushed to the opposite Sigmund to perform a full set of wizarding rituals, "Report your name."

"I am Ludwig Kant!" The excitement in Ludwig's eyes was already overwhelming. He knew that Flivy had already regarded himself as a real opponent.

"well."

The two turned around at the same time and walked towards the end of the slender field. When they reached the end, they turned around at the same time.

Ludwig quickly turned around, and a dark lightning shot at Flivi, he actually completed the first shot!

"It's too slow." Flivy lowered his head and said in a voice that just happened to be heard by Ludwig. "There is no law that requires wizards to raise their arms above their heads to release the spell."

"Swish—"

Black lightning shot into the sky against Flivy's scalp.

"Ludwig Kant from Durmstrang completed the attack! Beautiful silent curse!" The voice of the commentary became passionate again, and after so many dazzling magical animals, his commentary was renewed. Become professional, "But there is still a fundamental difference between a wizard duel and playing with a classmate like a living target in school-his attack can hardly even lead to the former duel champion of Felius Flivi. defense!"

The audience cast their eyes on the duel platform in the distance with Ludwig's water polo in front of him. The difference between him and Tom was the difference between the front foot and the back foot. After watching Tom’s inexplicable breakthrough, the audience could only play with one fish and one fish. Make a choice among people.

"Oh! Flivy fought back! It was also a wonderful silent curse in response!" The commentator said very quickly, his mouth was about to keep up with Flivy's curse, "Kant used it simply and rudely. The iron armor curse has resisted, I have to say, this iron armor curse is really beautiful, and it completely blocked Flivy's attack!"

"Did you teach him the method of deceiving the shield with the Tickle Curse? Albus?" On the podium, Sigmund said dissatisfiedly, "I have never heard of you being a man of this style before. Wizard."

"This is the Hogwarts student, Sigmund," Dumbledore stared at the offense and defense of Flivy and Ludwig with interest, when he saw that Flivy's second attack was still cursed by the iron armor. After blocking, he smiled, "It seems that Felius has regarded Kant as a respectable opponent."

"Respect?" Sigmund was stunned and continued to watch the game. "How can respect be important to win?"

"It seems that in the first round of confrontation, Kant and Flitwick are on the same level!"

Listening to the nonsense from the ear commentary, Ludwig's heart is full of bitterness. Is this the gold content of a duel champion? He clearly felt that the two curses that hit him were just two small evil curses of insignificant power, and the barrier he erected seemed like a joke...

Even if he attacked himself, the rhythm of the duel had already tilted towards Flivy.

"It's stupid to expose one's intentions," Flivy continued to mutter to himself in a voice that Ludwig could hear, and danced out a flower with his wand in his right hand. Although his size was like a dwarf, he However, the casting action of's spells is wide open and coherent and smooth, giving people a sense of elegance and beauty. "When you maintain the iron armor curse or something that requires continuous magic, you are destined to be unable to achieve the fastest defensive counterattack. This is in the ever-changing duel. It is something that must be avoided."

While preaching, the magic wand in Flivy's hand kept pouring out, and in a flash, Ludwig's barrier and himself were covered.

Flivi feels a little bit like the feeling of educating others.

"Maybe I am more suitable to be a teacher?" He couldn't help thinking, but the experience of "student" Ludwig at the moment was not so good.

Ludwig felt that he was like a lone boat in a storm, unable to support himself under the bombardment of the curse.

This is the safest way for a powerful wizard to fight against people who are weaker than himself. It drags the opponent into infinite defense, so that the weakness of the weak can be infinitely magnified under the bombing. In Durmstrang, who has a strong dueling atmosphere, this Ludwig has experienced this kind of thing countless times.

He felt itching all over his body. Those were healing scars expressing familiarity and joy to him, but Ludwig, who spent his entire energy on maintaining the Iron Armor Curse, couldn’t stretch out even a little finger to scratch it. He resisted the itching, feeling the constant bombardment from the Iron Armor Curse.

The audience exclaimed, and some even stood up. Compared to two people sitting together playing chess or chatting, most people would choose to watch a show full of sound, light and special effects. Newt’s scene just brought them expectations. However, Tom's clearance time was too fast, so fast that even the audience did not respond.

"Thank you."

Ludwig’s voice was barely audible in the bursts of explosions. He tried his best to support the barrier, feeling the rhythm of Flivy releasing the spell to suppress his own rhythm, even though the iron armor curse blocked those less powerful spells. But Ludwig was still pushed back step by step under the explosion caused by magic.

Finally, he grasped the short interval when Flivy released a lot of magic, just as people need to breathe, and that is Ludwig's opportunity!

Flivy certainly understands this truth, so he will not completely stop casting every time he "exchanges his breath," he just reduces the frequency of the spell and puts a powerful spell in it.

This is a slender red light beam like a thread. After it passes, the surrounding air is distorted by the heat contained in the spell. It is enough to penetrate most objects in the world with speed, impact and high temperature. Devig gave a long-lost smile—he knew this curse.

Thunder breakthrough, this is an advanced spell of the cutting spell. Seeing Flivy make a familiar starting pose, Ludwig lowered his arm, revoked the iron armor spell, and used his body for the last time.

Flivy widened his eyes and stared at Ludwig, who seemed to be about to commit suicide, but the curse he cast could not be interrupted. Could it be—

"puff--"

A muffled sound of a sharp instrument submerged into the flesh, followed by splashes of blood.

Ludwig turned sideways, maintaining the action of struggling to dodge the curse, while the audience in the audience held their breath. Watching the high-definition playback, they could see that Ludwig finally escaped Levy's spell, but it hit a somewhat unsightly position. He held the wand with his right hand close to his thigh and was blocked behind him, but this wand seemed to have no way with the magic that hit him.

The curse hit Ludwig's left thigh near the hip joint. The cutting curse was widely used by many families to cut meat. Naturally, a thigh could not stop its enhanced version, and it did not enter Ludwig's thigh. The red spell of Ludwig rushed out of Ludwig's left **** almost without hindrance.

Around two small holes that are not conspicuous on the black robe, the cloth of the black robe is being wetted by the gurgling blood, showing a faint dark red color, but the blood flow quickly stops the spreading momentum. It was not Ludwig's self-help, but the heat that accompanied the spell scorching the meat around the wound.

"Ludwig was injured! His iron armor curse could not withstand the suppression of Flivy's curse. Although he tried to avoid it, the curse hit him! Oh! God, look at his ass!"

Flivy was about to run to Ludwig's side to check, and suddenly, Ludwig's hand was blocked behind him.

"The suppression of a large number of spells is also a continuous state... Mr. Flivy, you don't have the opportunity to quickly return to defense."

A long object wrapped in venom suddenly rushed out of the ground under Flivy's feet, engulfing him in an instant.

When it stopped moving after it swallowed Flivy, the audience saw its face clearly, and the scalp was tingling for a while——

What kind of "long objects" are they? They are clearly a group of locusts hugging each other! The so-called venom is nothing more than the saliva of this group of locusts digesting the food in their mouths. It is no longer a long strip, but like a person-Fliviy, who is wrapped in locusts, is struggling to pierce the worm that wraps his right arm with a spell. Qun, the hand holding the magic wand stretched out, but in the next second it was covered again by locusts that were replenished from other locations.

The swarm took the wand from his hand and sent it to Ludwig.

Ludwig stood in place, motionless, his thighs were damaged, not only was it difficult for him to move, even his **** was sore, but it was not important, even through a sneak attack, he eventually defeated his idol!

"Kant completed the sneak attack! He controlled Flivy with a somewhat...er~www.readwn.com~ powerful magic and took away his wand!"

"Albus, look, this is victory," Sigmund got up from his seat, walked behind Dumbledore, and whispered, "These are the magic that you look down on, no more than the kid-like tap dance spells. Ten thousand times stronger?"

"Sigmund," Dumbledore frowned, "the use of black magic to harm the minor wizard is even greater than the power of the black magic itself."

"Black magic can't hurt him, and I believe you can see it too, Albus, this is not a wizard who can ruin his mind by magic."

"But what about the others? Does every student of Durmstrang have the ability to master black magic? Your thoughts are too extreme. Almost everyone in Durmstrang praises black magic—"

"Everyone shouts for what they believe in at different stages of their lives, but what do you want him to do? He clearly did nothing wrong." Sigmund shrugged, "He won in the end anyway."

"From your perspective, do you think he is the winner?"

Dumbledore shook his head and looked at the frozen locust swarm and Flivy who appeared behind Ludwig. Ludwig took the wand and found it turned into a dead locust in his hand, so he threw it away. The bug turned his head in a panic.

"Didn't he win? Albus?"

As soon as Sigmund's words fell, Flivy's hand carried Ludwig's shoulders, who fell to his knees in frustration.

He waved, and the huge hourglass that was thrown on the sidelines flew to his side.

The upper half of the hourglass was cut off.

"Go to the next level, Ludwig Kant."

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