My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You...look delicious."

Martha stood stiffly on the spot, turned her head in the direction of the voice in horror, but found in despair that her body had been unable to move because of the fear of the natural enemy.

"Can I eat her? I've been hungry for too long."

The owner of the voice seemed to seek the opinion of his companions and stopped staring at Martha.

Masha, who was no longer being watched, was finally able to move her neck a little bit. She tried her best to turn the angle of view, and at the edge of her peripheral vision, she saw the back of the beast-like hair and knots.

He looks like a wolf, squatting on a workbench full of fabrics, his thick sideburns and messy beard are connected together, and a little bug that can't see his face is jumping in the filthy stubble. , Masha couldn't help but take a deep breath. The man heard the movement, his horned ears trembled, and he turned his head sharply. The face that did not look like a human suddenly appeared in front of Masha, and her heart beat abruptly. That stop, where does he look like a wolf behind him? It was clearly a wolf!

The protruding skull and wild facial features were pounding on Martha's heart like a giant hammer. It didn't matter whether Ludwig was a vampire or not. The man squatting on the table must be a werewolf, Martha. She couldn't help but feel a little fortunate, fortunately it was daytime and not a full moon day, otherwise she would have to see even more terrifying beasts.

"Don't worry, little beauty," the man grinned and gave Martha a terrifying smile, her jagged canine teeth turned black and the gaps between her teeth were filled with disgusting grime. Smelling the smell of death, as if those who were wailing under his sharp teeth were still roaring in despair, she closed her eyes tremblingly, her mind emptied of extreme fear, "There is no moon here, and I will not change either. A beast who doesn't know how to taste, a delicious little dessert like you is better to savor, not... devour it!"

When he said "devoured", his voice had turned into a roar like a beast, as if he was going to pounce on Masha in the next second. Seeing his tense hind legs, Masha swallowed. The spit, the sound of saliva running down the throat was unusually harsh in this small tailor's shop.

"You're greedy too, right, little beauty," the werewolf showed a beastly smile, straightening his chest as if he was recognized, "I knew that a top dessert like you must have a unique understanding of deliciousness. ...I've eaten by a cook who cooked for a Muggle head of state...tsk tsk, that taste is still fresh in my memory."

Speaking of this, his saliva flowed out uncontrollably, through the gums full of gaps between his teeth, and drooping on his lips, his eyes slowly filled with excitement.

"You must also be curious about your taste, right?" His muscles were tensed and he was ready to go, but he still said patiently, "Although I really want to taste you for the first time, out of courtesy. , I'm still willing to let you eat your first piece of meat."

The cloudy and aggressive gaze swept recklessly over Martha's body, resting on her bumpy body.

"But only one piece."

As soon as the words fell, a cold light hit Masha at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. She only had time to see the werewolf raise his hand and the sharp and bone-piercing nails on the palm that could only be called "claws".

"Ding!-"

She closed her eyes tightly, but the pain in her imagination did not strike, followed by a harsh collision, as if two sharp swords collided.

"Don't do superfluous things," came a cold scolding from the door, "this is England, not your kennel."

"What about England?" The werewolf turned his head, his black tongue swept across his black gums, and deftly picked out a few shredded meat from the gap that he didn't know when to eat, the suffocating stench even more Pungent, he stared viciously at the man at the door, with a beast-like roar in his throat, "Do you want to be eaten by me?! Take your bones... as my chamber pot, in my kennel. door."

Could it be that his claws were blocked, Masha opened her eyes and followed the werewolf's gaze. At the door of the tailor's shop, a man in a dark blue robe was standing there, with his arms raised, The wand pointed at the werewolf on the workbench, who had just blocked the werewolf's claws with magic.

"We are here to capture Kant, don't make trouble for us."

"Looking for trouble? You **** bastard, won't you let me eat?"

The werewolf jumped off the workbench and swooped towards the man at the door. The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense. Just when Masha thought she was safe for the time being, the door frame beside the man, with the wall facing the The wall of the street collapsed with an explosion.

"An-la, An-la, it's too dark here, I can't see the handsome face of the baby at all," a strong but artificial bass came from the ruins of the collapsed wall, and he issued a "giggle" like a mother The laughter of the egg laying, teasing, "Look, in this dark environment, my precious dog has become restless."

The werewolf who just threw himself off the workbench bared his teeth fiercely, but for some reason, he didn't have a seizure.

"What did you just do?" the wizard at the door asked in a deep voice, "Don't reveal our whereabouts."

"I'm going to touch up my makeup, giggle, what are you afraid of, my baby," the violent wind grew out of thin air at the door, blowing away the smoke and dust from the collapsed walls, and a dazzling peach pink was exposed to the sun, it was a A robe with lace like a skirt, a bald man with a national character face is wearing that robe, showing his figure, obviously it is a violation of harmony, but Martha feels a kind of harmony inexplicably. Yan Li covered his mouth and looked at Masha from a distance, causing her to rise from the soles of her feet with a fear that was even colder than when the werewolf had just watched him. His eyes were not looking at a human life at all. It's an object, "It really is a beauty, no wonder my baby is so restless."

He crossed his hips, looked at the wizard at the door, and said with a smile, "Exposed? Am I wearing revealing clothes? You are standing on the street wearing a wizard's robe, right?"

"Really?" The wizard glanced at the collapsed outer wall. There was already a lot of movement here, but there was no one on the street. He shook his head and said, "I'm afraid Kant has already noticed the abnormality here, we If you don't go after him, I'm afraid you'll be lost."

"What are you afraid of? We can all cross the strait to catch up with my little baby, are you still in a hurry for a while?" The coquettish man tilted his head and said pitifully, "We have to enjoy rare pleasures, don't we? "

"Do you know what you're talking about?" the wizard asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm reading poetry recently," said the coquettish man inexplicably, "I think poetry can make me more beautiful."

"Can poetry help you catch Kant?"

"Of course," the glamorous man blinked and smiled at Martha, "I leave small gifts for those I love—big gifts for everyone."

"What the **** are you talking about?!" The werewolf crouching on the ground finally couldn't hold back and roared.

"This is the treasure I found recently, baby, an Indian poet, I'm so sad when you say that to me," the coquettish man took out a book from nowhere, and shook it in his hand , "I'm letting you taste this little cake."

"Can I eat it?!" The werewolf became excited again, turned his head sharply, and stared at Masha with a numb expression like a demon.

"Of course, our business is important, but how can I refuse my baby's request for a small snack?"

"You guys are crazy!" said the wizard, holding his forehead, panting, "This is England, **** it, you two don't think the Aurors in England are that bunch of rubbish?"

"They can't control us," the coquettish man stood outside the house and waved his hand. He didn't have a wand in his hand, but Martha felt a sense of restraint, and then, her body floated uncontrollably. , flew to the workbench, she struggled desperately in the air, but in the face of magic, these struggles were powerless.

The werewolf laughed, his sharp nails poking around on Masha's neck, as if looking for a suitable place for his lower mouth.

"Eat the first bite yourself." The coquettish man said indifferently, as if this should be his original voice, "Just a dirty Muggle, what are you arguing about? Someone died, and it was an honor for her to die like that."

He was always standing outside the shop, as if he couldn't bear to even set foot in a Muggle shop.

The man at the door turned his head and turned his back to the store, not wanting to see the **** scene that followed.

"Who pushes me forward like fate?"

"That's me, striding behind me."

"Oh, I love Indians so much."

Martha closed her eyes sadly, a clear tear fell from the corner of her eyes, she could feel the werewolf's breath getting closer, his fingernails getting closer to her neck, the blood became cold, she recalled the flowers. That afternoon when I used up my savings to sell this shop, everything had just begun...

She remembered that she had endured the cold eyes of other apprentices in the store because of her gender, and accumulated broken threads and rags every day in order to practice,

Every month, she can receive a remittance slip from the UK and a long letter from Mrs. Cole. Although she left the West City Orphanage, she can always know which child is sick and which child has found a good family. There are a few more children in which room. This letter from across the ocean is like Mrs. Cole by her side, surrounded by countless brothers and sisters.

But what she likes most is to read the last part of the letter. At the end of each letter, there is a familiar name signed there - Nelson Williams.

She recognized the handwriting, knew that it was signed by Mrs. Cole, and she also knew that Nelson had done all the care a big brother should have for every child who came out of the West City Orphanage. How could he have so much money? It must be very hard for him to bear the expenses of so many people? Until she came across a short story in a brochure about a famous cruise ship—an interesting story about a young nuclear physicist named Nelson Williams feeding seagulls on the Icarus, to a little boy on the same ship Patiently explaining the difference between seagulls and pigeons - he is still as gentle as before, but he has changed his profession that he does not understand.

Martha's heart clenched. In the room at the back of the store, there was a robe that had not been done for three years. Maybe the boy who had cured her could no longer wear it.

In front of her eyes flashed like a movie for a short period of ten years, and soon it was fixed on the screen in the city of Paris.

"call…"

As if it was a breeze, and it seemed that someone was blowing in her ear, Martha fell into the memory and fell asleep peacefully.

The instant she closed her eyes, a red light lit up, and the werewolf reached out to Martha's arm and disappeared.

His turbid pupils suddenly dilated, and his hand actually disappeared in front of his face? The werewolf's face became more dazed. His brain was still sending feedback from his control arm. After a few seconds of pause, the phantom limb pain instantly washed away the nerves of his whole body. The pain was like a tide. He was rolled inside, torn to shreds.

He wanted to cry and be born, but his frantic brain couldn't control him to do this. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, his body twisted and deformed in pain, his strong muscles burst through the dirty coat, thick His hair grew from his face, and at the moment of landing, he turned into a saliva-twitching wolf, struggling to command his limbs to get up and escape from here, but his disobedient limbs were twitching in their respective fields. You can feel the pain just by looking at it.

"What are you doing?" The wizard at the door noticed the change, took a step forward, and stepped into the store with one foot, but when he took the next step, he was interrupted by a flying book. The book of poetry hit him and flew into the store. He glared at the coquettish man beside him and said, "What are you doing?!"

"He's already a dead dog."

The coquettish man said indifferently, as if he had completely forgotten what "Baby" said just now, he stepped back quickly, his eyes widened, UU reading www. uukanshu.com stared unblinkingly at those red eyes that suddenly lit up in the store.

"Damn, it's a trap."

The coquettish man glanced at the right foot where the wizard stepped into the shop, and sneered, "If you can come back alive, wait for me at our third appointed place... What a useless dog."

He glanced at the werewolf twitching on the ground and disappeared without hesitation.

The wizard looked at the store, and was immediately locked by those red light spots, his hair stood on end, and a slight chill appeared in his heart, and he wanted to pull his feet back.

But his body no longer obeyed, and he took the initiative to walk into the store with stiff steps.

The scattered bricks returned to their original shape piece by piece, and with a dull "bang", the door that was intact as before closed behind him.

In the dimly lit shop, scattered pages are everywhere.

"I give small gifts to the people I love - big gifts to everyone."

It was the same poem, but at the moment it seemed extremely hopeless.