My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Kant actually passed Newt's level?"

In the silver crucible, Tom, whose complexion has returned to normal, is stuffing the last eucalyptus leaf opposite to the hydrangea into his mouth and chewing. Under the influence of Nelson, he originally had a crucible for refining medicine in his pocket. It's strange to take out a pot on this occasion, and in addition to swallowing the medicine a bit unpalatable, it has no special effect on the antidote-as long as it conforms to the principle that the antidote must be formulated.

The bitter smell was volatilizing in Tom's mouth. He felt his body relaxed a little. The purple soup under his feet had almost disappeared from the stickiness of the soles of his shoes. He lifted his leg, pulled himself out of it, and walked briskly towards the inner wall. Spiral staircase.

"I have come to count."

...

"Hello! This is Nicole King Stein."

On the first floor of Cookie Castle, a witch with long bright red hair is sitting cross-legged on the stairs. She is wearing a pair of Muggle jeans that are very popular in the United States. She wears a half-buttoned orange red on her upper body. The plaid shirt, like an orange-flavored ice cream cone, looks very bright.

There are very deep law lines on her face, and a hint of crow's feet can be seen in the corner of her eyes. It looks like she is not young, but her face is still white and red, youthful and full, with her childlike clothing, let Some people can't guess the age.

Nicole sat on the ground, regardless of her own image. On the stairs next to her was a white porcelain plate with a thick stack of waffles. Although it was cold, it still smelled fragrant.

"Would you like to come together?" What matched her clothes was her crisp and bright baby voice. She put on a lazy and **** posture, but made the voice of a little girl, all kinds of contradictions stacked on her body. Another layer of mist shrouded her incomparably bright image. She stretched out her tongue, gently licked the cream on her index finger, stretched it forward, and pointed at Marguerite below the stairs, "Marguerite Te Sagan, it’s fortunate to meet you."

"You know me?" Margaret didn't dare to feel relieved because the other party called her name. Instead, she took a step back and politely declined Nicole's waffles. "No, ma'am, I just had dinner. ."

"That's really a pity," Nicole shook her head and grabbed lightly in the air. A dinner plate cover made of wafer biscuits appeared in her hand. She was still discouraging Marguerite before closing the lid. Here comes a piece, "This is the best and best waffle in the world. Of course, his bread is better!"

Margaret knew that the more the wizard was babbling, the more terrifying she was. She bit her lip with her teeth and was about to speak.

"Oh, do you mean the test?" Nicole carefully hid the dinner plate with waffles behind her, tilted her head and said, "Let's talk, if I am happy, I will put it. You go over."

Marguerite thought about the few words of information she had received before the game, and shook her head.

"You mean the monster that affects the mind? Hehe," Nicole chuckled, covering her mouth. "Where is there any monster that affects the mind in this world? Except for those stinky robes that show the gates to wizards in England. But I am again How could it be possible to put these disgusting things in my beloved castle? It is so sweet and so cute, how can it be filthy by those guys?"

Marguerite covered her mouth, stepped back in succession, and quickly reached the cookie gate of the castle with her back, smelling the sweet aroma of chocolate coming from behind, she only felt scared.

"You--" she finally said a word.

"Same as you think, yes, this is dementia," Nicole blinked and beckoned with a smile, "Come on, sit with me for a while."

Margaret’s previous retreat was in vain. Her eyes went dark, and she appeared next to Nicole. She wanted to escape, but the castle’s stairs were like a treadmill. Whether she ran up or down, she would Under the influence of the constantly moving stairs, she turned into stepping on the spot, she couldn't help but frustrated and stopped.

Nicole tugged at the corner of her clothes, Margaret sat down as if she had lost her soul, but her hand touched her cuff in a corner that Nicole could not see.

"Don't do this, okay? Good boy," Nicole put her arm around Margaret's shoulders, moved her palms down, and patted the back of her cuffs. "You're right, I and you Similarly, you will uncontrollably confuse the thoughts of people around you, and I will listen to those around you uncontrollably, and we are destined to talk here."

Marguerite nodded blankly.

"But don't worry, the projected magic is not very clever. They are watching you bravely brave the castle, hand-blade Dementor," Nicole rubbed Margaret's hair grinningly, like a big sister. She took out the previous plate from behind like a lame trick, "So, do you want to eat waffles?"

Marguerite's eyes returned to Qingming, and she nodded and picked up a soft and delicious waffle.

"I really don't know what you think, do the monsters that affect the mind attract you like this?" Nicole raised her eyebrows, with a playful smile on her face, "Could it be that in this castle, the monsters that affect the mind are not only sitting Is there anyone else in the two here?"

Margaret murmured in her heart and retorted, "I didn't mean it."

Although she could listen to her heart, Nicole patiently listened to her finish, shook her head, and said, "Am I meant to be an eavesdropper?"

"I'm not—"

"I understand, Margaret," Nicole grabbed a waffle and threw it into her mouth. "The most ridiculous thing is that the mediocre person can acquire extraordinary talents through sweat, while the genius is poor. There is no way to discard the gift of fate in your life, so even if you know it can make your magic stronger, you still think it is a curse."

"Come with me, I will show you something interesting."

Nicole stood up from the stairs, moving her legs that were cross-legged, shaking her long bright red hair, and beckoning Marguerite to follow.

"You!" Looking at Nicole's face, Margaret suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, covering her mouth, "You are a saint! You are... You are Queenie Goldstein! You... You lied to—"

"I have never denied who I am. Such a simple pseudonym is strange if I can't guess it." Queenie turned around, as if wearing a long skirt, lifting the hem of the non-existent skirt and turning it around. In the circle, she put her arms around Marguerite's slender waist, stretched out her fingers that had just been soaked in cream to block Marguerite's mouth, and joked, "Little girl, eat more meat."

...

"It's incredible!" The commentary exclaimed into Tom and Ludwig's ears, "Miss Sagan actually killed from the bottom of the castle to the fourth floor with her own power! Dementors, dream-eating tapirs, and scarecrows were not Can hurt her a bit! I think if she performs well in the third round, there will be no suspense about the champion of this round!"

"WTF?"

Tom frowned, turned around, and looked at Ludwig, who was more than 20 meters behind him. Nicole King Stein’s level was the least recommended by his “think tank” to challenge him, because of the witch’s story. There is really too little information. She seems to have popped up more than ten years ago. There is no record of fighting against people, no published works, except for a brief introduction and praise from French wizards. There is hardly any useful information.

"Are there dementors, dream-eating tapirs, and scarecrows in that cake?" Ludwig asked loudly, "This is even scarier than Mr. Scarmand's magical beasts."

Tom spread his hands, shook his head, and looked at the entrance of the ropeway.

There, a thin figure in a white dress was slowly coming out.

"Unexpectedly, this is the real rival!" Tom and Ludwig thought at the same time.

But how can Margaret's strength be measured by these things, in fact, she really talked with Queenie in the castle for a while, and the content of their conversation may only be known to them.

When her figure got closer, Tom and Ludwig took another step.

The ropeway leading to the third pass is a bit too long, and the towering black tower in the clouds, because of its lingering white mist and the clouds in the sky, in addition to the general shape and disturbing factory noise, The three warriors on the ropeway have always had difficulty prying the true face of the enemy in front of them.

The wind in the sky was a bit strong, and the ropeway swayed like a swing, but the three people walking on it were not affected at all. When approaching the platform where the black tower took root, Tom slowed down and waited for the other two behind him. warrior.

Ludwig, who had fully recovered, quickly caught up.

In front of the black tower, the air seemed to be still with the mist, and there was no sound of wind quietly here, this kind of extreme silence made people feel fear in their hearts.

Ludwig whistled and came to Tom.

"Riddle, shouldn't the last level be a collaborative level?" Ludwig raised his head and looked at the tower that was close at hand but was obscured by the white mist, and said to Tom, "You wait like this. Me, your time advantage is gone."

Tom was too lazy to speak, and gave Ludwig aside with a "please" gesture.

"Then I'm welcome!"

Tom is really incomprehensible, why a person who has been beaten from the first pass to the present is so confident, he watched Ludwig walk into the mist, and even put his hands in his chest, doing a good job of watching the show.

Ludwig's ideas are contrary to Tom's, they are simple and reasonable.

"Since I can pass the tests of Filius Flivi and Newt Scamander, it proves that I still have the power to fight with them," Ludwig planned confidently. "Then the end Williams is not to be afraid, no matter how strong he is, can those two people be outrageous?"

He seems to have forgotten that the levels of Newt and Flivy are just a test of a certain aspect of their abilities. They are equivalent to binding their hands and feet against themselves. This kind of clearance cannot lead to a "five-five open" result, and Nelson But there is no test content to make myself bound.

Tom shook his head and reached out his hand to touch the familiar mist.

The late Margaret also quickly followed. She trot to Tom's side and asked, "Riddle, is Kant the first?"

"No," Tom shook his head, "he's backed up."

"what?"

"Shhh!"

Suddenly, a crisp blast came from the mist that was so quiet and somewhat terrifying.

"boom!"

"What is this?" Margaret asked nervously.

"Hush!" Tom said to himself with his index finger against his lips, "One."

"What one?"

"Puff—" This is the sound of something being pierced.

"two."

Seeing Tom who didn't want to talk to herself, Margaret simply closed her mouth.

"Roar!" This is the roar of some kind of creature.

"three."

"What are you counting?" Margaret asked after all.

"I'm counting Kant will be beaten out in a few tricks, I—"

"boom!--"

A thick pillar of fire interrupted him, and from the base of the tower, a crimson tongue that was thicker than the Juli orangutan penetrated the fog and clouds and spewed out, making the surrounding air a bit hot.

The tongue of fire disappeared quickly, and the fog that was penetrated was quickly filled by the surrounding fog. Only an eye-like hole remained in the penetrated cloud layer~www.readwn.com~The tips of the hair and the robe were a bit scorched. Ludwig ran out of the fog with a "swish", so fast that he almost permanently opened a path in the white fog.

"I also think I should wait for you," Ludwig said with a smile, "I can't let me take advantage of it alone. This goes against the original intention of the Triwizard Tournament."

Marguerite stared at his black leather shoes without a word.

"Four," Tom shook his head regretfully, "Oh..."

"What? What's the matter with Riddle?" Ludwig asked, "Is there four tests in this level?"

"I don't know." Tom shook his head as he walked in. After entering the fog, disturbing dense "clicks" suddenly came from the front.

Tom raised his head, and the black tower, which can be seen from the outline in front of him, was not as long and straight as it looked outside.

Around the tower, huge gears of different materials are slowly moving, jamming each other. Some of them are silver and gleaming, some are stone like black towers, and some are even made of water or mist. Hundreds of gears bite and rotate with each other, forming a magnificent scene. The Black Tower is not just a building, but like a sleeping giant waking up.

"I was stopped there!" Ludwig pointed to a square pillar made of opaque black crystal in front of the tower, "I think that must be tricky."

The three of them approached, and there was an extra note on it:

"Only for decoration, not related to the event."

"Huh? No one before." Ludwig said with a frown.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with the game," Tom patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, I think you don't want to be roasted again."

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