My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The three water curtains showing the faces of the warriors suddenly collapsed, and the water curtains twisted together, roaring toward the audience like a rushing river.

The people on the stands evaded one after another, and Dumbledore, who was sitting firmly on the podium, secretly smiled and turned the wand under the table. When the audience was about to get wet, a huge amount of water slowly rose up and condensed into a water polo.

Under the gaze of the audience, the water ball made of three water curtains slowly opened to form a water curtain that envelops the entire auditorium. The noise rang out around the water curtain and the water curtain flashed again. Flash, the backs of three brave men standing in a triangle shape are presented in front of the audience.

This time, the photographer seems to have changed to an experienced photographer. The audience’s angle of view passes over the warrior’s head with the lens, quickly approaching the black shadow in front of them, and the audience seems to be watching a special effects movie that transcends the times. The surrounding white mist gradually becomes thinner, and the large black area occupies the entire water curtain. The depressive and heavy color makes the viewer’s heart seem to be pinched and the viewer’s breathing becomes difficult. Seen from the invisible cracks in the bricks, this seems to be the outer wall of a building.

"Kakka..."

In addition to the sound of wind, there is also a subtle friction sound lingering in the audience's mind.

When everyone was wondering whether the water curtain was malfunctioning, the lens suddenly lifted up, and the sky was filled with white clouds and the pure black tower wrapped in various gears. In a short moment, it instantly showed the scene of the top of the tower.

"Kakka..."

It was the annoying clicking sound before, and the audience looked around, trying to find the source of the noise.

A high-back chair that seems to be carved from a block of black marble is placed in the center of the top platform of the black tower. The red velvet cushion extends to the red carpet leading to the spiral staircase, and the light gold armrests are carved with clouds and gods. It is solemn and magnificent, it seems to be worthy of only the gods in the sky, but the wizards know that there is no **** in the world, so who is lucky enough to sit on it?

"Kakka..."

They heard it more clearly. Its rhythm is strict and rigid, and there is a two-second interval between each sound. This sound seems to come from the water curtain, and there is a sound in the third level? No wonder the commentator shut up early, and the audience was a little surprised.

The back of the chair is about three meters high, like a pointer on a clock. A tall tower cut off by the waist is depicted in detail. The ant-like tiny human beings at the bottom of the tower are breaking out of meaningless conflicts due to language barriers. The picture made the wizards in the audience feel inexplicable and incomprehensible, and some even felt that the owner of the black tower chose such a picture not a good sign.

Only a few wizards who have a little understanding of Muggle culture can understand that this picture belongs to "Genesis", and that tower is the Tower of Babel that has made countless people fall down with hatred.

Behind the pointer-like chair, a huge golden gear shines like the sun. Driven by magic, it slowly rotates, driving the other gears connected to it to run. The audience finally understands that they heard the noise before. The source of, under the light from the gear, the person sitting in the chair can only see the dark shadow of the backlight.

The lens is zoomed in, and the first thing that catches the eye is a long pale blonde hair. Its golden color is so thin that people can't help but wonder if the silver hair has been hit by the golden light of gears.

When the camera pulls down, Nelson’s dark and unclear face appeared in the water curtain, just after the baptism of Tom’s face, the audience sighed that Hogwarts may not be the school with the most outstanding magic teaching level, but it must be. In the best-looking school, the adult wizards on the podium and the Boothbarton stand who did not participate in the dance showed surprised and happy expressions. Nelson in the water curtain completely overlapped with a deep shadow in their memory. .

Feeling that the gears are fully running and the magic matrix he designed has been completed and put into effect, Nelson’s mouth smiled with satisfaction, a breeze passed, and the hair on Nelson’s forehead floated in the airflow, revealing a pair of shining blue eyes .

"Is that enough?" Dumbledore smiled, as if talking to himself.

Sigmund thought this was for himself, nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said intoxicated, "I can't be satisfied anymore. This must be the best-watching session ever. The Triwizard Tournament is now!"

Dumbledore shook his head, noncommittal.

The French wizards still wanted to observe again, but Dumbledore, who was in charge of the mirror, did not give them this opportunity. The camera quickly retreated and went straight to the bottom of the tower, fully presenting the changed face of the black tower to the audience. Their vision returned with the camera. By the side of the three warriors, the black crystal cube in front of them made a clear cracking sound, and it quickly shattered into fine **** and scattered around. Ludwig moved quickly to erect a barrier, blocking the splash to the three of them. Fragments.

The impression he gave to the audience and the judges is exactly this. Compared to Tom’s speed and Margaret’s gorgeousness, Ludwig’s magic values ​​efficiency more. He can often use the most suitable and simple magic to achieve what he wants most. As a result, especially in Newt’s level, he achieved the conditions for clearance with only one-handed protection curse and flying curse (and the useless bubble head curse).

Some judges who focused on actual combat nodded with satisfaction.

The sharp crystal shards made a toothy rubbing sound on the barrier. Ludwig supported it for a while. The barrage-like fragments finally shot out. He carefully removed the barrier, and a beautiful tall black-haired woman appeared. In front of the three.

Tom almost couldn't help laughing.

"What is this?" Ludwig asked.

"This is Pythia, the priestess of ancient Greece," Margaret replied. "The entrance to the hidden place is her statue, but... well, it's not so beautiful."

Tom nodded, seeming to respond to Margaret, but he was actually controlling his expression while bowing his head.

Suddenly, the originally stiff sculpture moved. Just when Tom thought Pitya was going to wave him a slap, she lowered her head, looked at the three of them, and then turned sideways, holding the torch's hand and stretched it backwards. In a "please" posture.

The three looked at each other and walked forward together. This time Ludwig was still in front. He had been beaten too much before, so that his performance at the opening of the third level could not affect Tom and Mar. Gretel's grades.

Sigmund on the podium covered his face and shook his head, and sighed.

"Sigmund, is this really a Durmstrang student?" Constance quipped. She was very satisfied with Margaret's performance in the water curtain, her face improved a lot, "I I thought I saw a great good man."

"He is such a person." Sigmund still covered his face. "If Kant hadn't been born in Germany, maybe... Of course, I'm not saying that our school has a bad style of study. Of course, about Demstrang, it has always been There is such a little bit of false notoriety, but—"

"Let's watch the game." Constance interrupted Sigmund's innocence. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

At this moment, in Newmontgard, Andre and his group are sitting in the small restaurant they often go to. Not far from the intersection where the library originally stood, only a piece of flat land is left, and even a large area of ​​floor tiles is missing. , A few silver screens are showing the high-definition picture of the Triwizard Tournament, which seems to be clearer than Hogwarts.

"Your drinks are here." The waiter brought the tray from the back kitchen to the tablecloth, and sat melancholy next to the empty seat after dispensing the drinks. "Mr. Wiltening hasn't been here for a long time..."

"Do you miss him so much?" Barry and White, who hadn't finished their bandages, sat together, calling the waiter to come and sit together.

"Of course, who doesn't want Nelson?" Andre looked several years old. "He's not here. Those manuals are simply too big for me."

Only Zweig on the side didn't say a word, his face was not good, and he seemed to be still brooding about something, but whether he turned his head and glanced at the screen made the other people happy.

The sculpture of Pythia is still some distance away from the entrance of the black tower, and the three warriors walked this distance carefully under the leadership of nervous Ludwig.

"You really don't have to scare yourself," Tom persuaded. "Gnar doesn't bother to attack us in such a place."

"I won't believe anything the people at Hogwarts say anymore!" Ludwig seemed to have been beaten by a giant gorilla with post-traumatic stress disorder, holding his wand, and walking forward with small steps. , Turning around and looking behind him from time to time, as if Tom and Margaret would attack him at any time.

"You are too nervous—"

Before Margaret's words fell, a metal collision sounded from the front, and the three hurriedly prepared for battle.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The ground under the feet trembled slightly, and a metal doll composed of countless gears and metal parts emerged from the fog. It has strong limbs, but its body is slender and its shape is full of sharpness. It is painted in red and blue and two large glasses on the chest. It is very visually impactful, and the eyes of the doll flashed with red light, tightly locking the three people in front of it.

"It's really big..." The doll that looks exactly like a toy is full of oppression.

"Such adult dolls are generally cumbersome," Ludwig made suggestions. "I think we should spread around it and control it with a binding spell."

As soon as the voice fell, the doll raised his sturdy right arm, and his five fingers retracted into his wrist in an instant. A barrel flashing blue light appeared in front of the three of them. Then, while they hadn’t made any movement, a cloud of blue was entwined with electric light. The colored ball of light flew to the warrior silently.

"boom!"

When the ball of light came to the front, the sound came.

The doll's huge body was also tilted back by the recoil, and it stretched out its other hand, trying to support the ground.

But none of the three masters have slower movements than it.

Tom waved his wand. He didn't use the iron armor curse. Instead, he evoked a mirror shield and took the blow. The ball of light was also reflected by the mirror and slowly flew towards the doll at a slower speed.

Ludwig's feet are very fast, and it seems that some magic is attached. In the blink of an eye, he ran behind the doll and entangled the doll's legs with the spider web spewed from the wand, and it suddenly lost its balance. .

When Marguerite noticed that the two large glasses in front of it began to flash, she gently waved her wand, and a red light flew out from the top of her head with a "swish", turning into two sharp spins in mid-air. The blade cut off the glass plate on the doll's chest, and the blade whirled back to her head, turning back into a small hairpin clipped to her hair.

The glass plate fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. After thinking about it, the magic lines flashing on it dimmed completely.

With the cooperation of the three, the ball of light reflected by Tom penetrated the puppet’s chest without hindrance, melting a large hole occupying two-thirds of its torso, and a gear that was deformed by the heat. It fell off, obviously unable to move.

Ludwig ran back, standing behind them with a plain expression, not remembering that it was him who had just been taken aback.

The red light in the doll's eyes struggled for a moment and then dimmed, while the blue ball of light was a small circle after it penetrated its chest, but it still rushed to the black tower firmly, and on its thick wall A big pit was melted out. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Hiss..." Ludwig's mouth twitched, "If this is coming up..."

"Will you be hit by it?" Tom asked disapprovingly.

"Not at all," Ludwig scratched his head. "But I think this classmate of yours is a bit too powerful from time to time. Is he with you? Is this really the strength of a school wizard... You Look at this tower. God knows how many such guys are on it?"

"This level is most beneficial to Gnar. He is best at three types of knowledge. Alchemy and Transfiguration are the most suitable magic for this kind of positional warfare," Tom explained. "If you give him enough time, sufficient materials and With sufficient magic power, he can create an endless army! Of course, he also needs to have deep magic and richness."

"I see, this kind of wizard's body is the most vulnerable." Ludwig rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and said in his heart, "As long as he can get in touch with him first, the victory is mine. I will be in...Five. Knock him down!"

Margaret's thinking was a little jumpy. She unexpectedly discovered the blind spot in Tom's words and asked, "Then, what is the third type of knowledge you are talking about?"

"Uh," Tom raised his eyebrows, "it might be useless here. To tell you, it's the history of magic."

Hearing this sentence, the audience in the stands laughed. No one paid attention to the history of magic. This is a common shortcoming of almost all wizards in this world.

The doll slowly twitched twice, and then scattered like toppled building blocks. The small gears rolled to the black tower, filling the hole in the wall like a tide smoothing out a vortex.

"squeak-"

The black oak door with silver rim opened slowly, as a courtesy of welcoming guests.

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