My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

On the cold street, a pink vortex was rapidly disappearing in the air, and a distorted face of a man who was about to disappear could be vaguely seen.

The black tip of the wand protruded from the vortex, and at the last second of Apparition, he stretched out his wand and pointed it at his companion's back.

The face of the man walking towards the store suddenly turned pale, and behind his dark robe suddenly appeared a laceration through his back. Then, the skin ripped open, blood splashed, and an invisible wind blade cut towards his defenseless back. , in an instant, there were densely packed, ferocious wounds stacked on each other.

His cheeks bulged vigorously, and an angry resentment appeared on his pale face. The next second, he breathed a sigh of relief, and dark red blood poured out from the corners of his mouth, dyeing the light-colored carpet black.

"You guy..."

There was not the slightest bit of disbelief in the wizard's eyes. As a dark wizard, as a companion of a dark wizard, he understood that such an ending was completely reasonable. The damp heat from his chest made his eyes slowly move downward. , Sure enough, it was soaked in blood, and the robe on the chest was inexplicably agitated, as if something was about to break out of the body.

Immediately afterwards, the wizard's eyes darkened, and a wind blade from behind penetrated his body, making a mess of his organs, and then tore his chest without stopping, and the small wind blade hit the werewolf like lightning. The forehead pierced from its forehead, and flew out from the back of the head in the next second, the werewolf's turbid and crazy eyes suddenly lost their vitality, and the chest heaved violently.

"Kill two people at once..."

The corners of the wizard's mouth twitched, and the blood flowing everywhere had put on a grimace-like mask for him. Those indifferent eyes hidden in the dark of the shop watched all this curiously, and even blinked their eyes, as if I was wondering why this group of uninvited guests would kill each other like this.

He didn't notice that a bright silver light shot out from one of the red eyes and flew towards the vortex where the seductive man disappeared. At the last moment when the vortex of Apparition disappeared, this silver light rushed in.

Suddenly, the wizard's closed eyes widened, and his desire to survive flickered. The coquettish man who fled didn't know that it was this wind blade that made the wand in the wizard's sleeve slip into his hand. With the last ounce of strength, he grabbed the wand and tried his best to temporarily get rid of the shackles of unknown magic in the store. In less than a second, the golden beetle came out of his pocket under the command of the wand, as if Like a golden snitch, it hovered in the air for a moment and slammed into the penetrating wound on the wizard's chest.

His eyeballs turned black as bright as beetles, as if they were covered with a hard shell of insects, and a noise like saw wood resounded in his chest, replacing the originally weak and imperceptible heartbeat, and he trembled as if in prostration. When he got up, thick sweat secreted from his pores, which quickly condensed on the terrifying wounds on his chest and back, forming a layer of transparent sequins like insect elytra, lining his body in the shape of scales.

More and more of the sequins made him look more like a giant beetle.

…

"Hey, it's safe..."

The coquettish man broke free from the air, and half of his arm showed a tragic appearance of torn flesh. This kind of apparition in the panic caused the experienced him to have a rare split-body symptom, a whole piece of skin. Left at the door of the tailor's shop, he closed his eyes tightly, covered his arms and stumbled towards the direction of the bed he remembered, but the debris on the ground interrupted his vain steps, he lost his balance and hit the ground heavily, The cherished face made an intimate encounter with the dusty floor.

But he didn't have time to cry out in pain. The experience of fleeing over the years made him quickly put his ears on the ground and waited for a while, but there was no sound of footsteps except for the sound of ticking water from somewhere.

"Looks like the Muggles here didn't hear..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and all the flashes of the previous few minutes resurfaced before his eyes.

The Muggle woman in the store gave up resistance under the deterrence of the werewolf, and fell into a coma with her head tilted. Just when he thought that the woman had become the beast's meal, a sudden change occurred and the werewolf's arm disappeared. Now, only he could see it, the dreadful shop, in those dark corners, the harsh red light lit up in strong but short beams, and they were focused on a single point - it was the werewolf's arm, which Without even feeling the pain, the entire arm was burned to ashes by the focused heat.

"When exactly?" Dou Da's sweat slipped from his forehead and dripped on the floor with a crisp sound. He murmured, "When exactly did it come?"

But soon, there was a distinction in his heart. Those beams were not as hostile as wizards, but precise and indifferent, as if someone had flipped a switch - so it was! Fragments of memories poured into his brain frantically, just as the werewolf's nails were about to touch the woman, and once before it nearly hurt her, those beams didn't appear, it was because the fellow wizard stopped the werewolf Actions.

This rigid condition reminded him of a bad memory, a few years ago, when he and a few daring fellow Dark wizards wanted to go to the magic factory in Nurmengard to make some quick money. He thought that the magic factory on the edge of Nurmengard would be neglected. After all, the wizards who patrol the city at all times don't travel so far. He guessed right and wrong - there really isn't a wizard guarding there. , but when they drilled into the underground pipes of the factory, the first few companions passed through an invisible net like this, and soon became delirious and even just wanted to hurry up and turn themselves in to Grindelwald, As if the soul was directly swallowed by the deep tunnel.

Today, he has tasted this fear again. It was obviously a small shop that could not be smaller, but he was able to take him directly back to the tunnel that night. The small shop door was like a big mouth, waiting for him. Throwing itself into the net with its prey.

"Damn Kant...Is this the trap you prepared?"

He didn't think that Ludwig had the ability to create such a trap. He should have known the place through some channels, and then deliberately led his group there.

"Sure enough, I've dealt with us a lot, and this cute guy has become old and cunning, woo woo..." The coquettish man's mood changed violently, and he couldn't help crying. He covered his arms, because the two were removed by him. The "companion" shed sincere tears, "You are so pitiful, woo... But in order not to expose me, I can only aggrieve you..."

This kind of violent emotional change, apart from the actors in the play, I am afraid that only the lunatic will have it. His face is full of tears, and the strong makeup is quickly messed up. After crying for a while, his emotions Finally stabilized, the pain in his arm was also less, he turned over with difficulty, and pointed the wand in his hand to the **** arm, the blood color mixed with the pink of the robe, it looked very bright.

The wand slid lightly across the wound, accompanied by a gloomy green light, the lost skin quickly grew on its own, and the coquettish man opened his eyes, trying to find his bed and luggage.

"Shit... damn, where is this place?"

The stumbling sound echoed in the empty room. It was a square room without doors and windows, as if someone was locked in a box. The simple white walls appeared depressing black in the dark environment. There is a faucet installed on the wall in one corner, and there is a tray on the ground. In the tray is a piece of brown bread that has been left for an unknown period of time and has been dry enough to be used directly as firewood.

On the other corner opposite the faucet, a cabinet covered with oiled paper was standing quietly there. He turned around and looked at the thing he had just tripped over. It was a heavy shackle that had been thrown on the ground at will. , This room seemed to be an airtight prison, he waved his wand hurriedly, his body twisted and disappeared in the rotation, but in the next second, he Apparated again to the position that appeared at the beginning.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

But how can sitting still be a behavior that a master runner can do? He kept trying to Apparate, appearing in the center of the room again and again, and he wasn't even sure if he was still in this world, because he couldn't touch anything beyond the walls.

He began to frantically destroy everything in the room. One after another, sharp wind blades gushed out from the wand. The continuous attacks and injuries on his body made him exhausted. Everything except the faucet was in tatters, but whenever he began to rest tiredly, the faucet would turn on by itself, and the silver liquid flowed out of the faucet, spreading throughout the room, repairing all the damaged places.

Even because more and more silver liquid flows out, this already small room becomes more cramped and depressing.

"Cuck!"

A half-melted chocolate frog jumped out of the cupboard, gave him a mocking look, jumped onto the loaf of black bread, and smeared itself on it.

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I don't know how long it took, the wizard in the shop woke up faintly, he opened his eyes, the shape of the original eyeball had completely become exactly the same as that of an insect, and the boundary between the pupil and the white of the eye became blurred, replaced by neatly arranged hexagons. Grid, the jet-black re-examination made his scalp numb. He clutched his chest, coughed violently, spat out a few blood clots that had already coagulated, straightened his waist, and made a high-pitched sound like insect mouthparts rubbing:

"Fortunately, this idiot, I really think I graduated from Beauxbatons."

The dark wizard who graduated from Durmstrang raised his palm and looked gratefully at the carapace covering the back of his hand. How much he disliked this useless beetle that he chose when he entered the school, and how much he loves it now, Even want to kiss two on the back of the hand.

He looked at the werewolf with a painful face at his feet with a complicated expression. It changed into the form of a wolf because of pain, but when it died, it lost its human qualifications forever. There was no blood around the werewolf. The spell on the arm was neat and tidy, and even the cross section was sealed, and the wind blade shot by their companions from the back was equally ruthless, and a simple penetration destroyed its simple brain.

The wizard took a step forward and wanted to observe the werewolf's wound, but what followed was a flash of red light that slid across his feet, cutting off half of the boots and even the socks inside. The wizard felt a chill under his feet. He lowered his head and saw that the five fingers exposed outside were mocking him fiercely.

He raised his head stiffly, those red eyes were staring at him, making no sound, as if afraid of disturbing the girl's sweet dream, but the scene was terrifying for the wizard, and he hurriedly raised it He raised his hands and wanted to drop his wand, but found that there was nothing in his hand. The wand was lying quietly on a stack of flannel, like a commodity being displayed.

He raised his hands high, waiting for those red eyes to deal with him, but they just stared at him unblinkingly, and neither made a sound, silently stalemate in the stiff atmosphere.

It wasn't until his arm was sore and stiff that he couldn't put it down, and the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the store.

"The wizard inside—"

A panting man gave a formulaic warning, but was interrupted by the wizard who couldn't wait.

He turned around quickly, his black eyes fixed on the Auror outside the room, and he grinned happily and said, "You're so late."

The person who came was Ogden, who claimed to have gone to Northern Ireland and would not return in a short time. His robe was wrinkled. Com also gave off a stench that hadn't been washed for a long time. He narrowed his eyes and adjusted to the air in the store, but suddenly saw a strange person who looked like a bug.

Ogden raised his wand and warned the wizard sharply. After seeing the motionless Martha behind him and the three-legged werewolf on the floor, he gasped, what the **** happened here?

While maintaining the posture of holding a staff, he took out a small silver ball from his pocket and reported the situation to the Ministry of Magic. The werewolf and this never-before-seen monster actually appeared in such a small shop at the same time. Here, the situation is extremely urgent.

"what are you?"

After confirming that there was no wand in the wizard's hand, Ogden asked sharply, but his vigilance did not diminish. After all, beetles generally have six limbs. Who knows if he has two arms - or two legs, but At this moment, what he cared most about was Martha lying on the workbench. He slowly approached the wizard, silently chanting his best spell.

The wizard brewed countless explanations in his mind, but as Ogden approached, he realized that his justification might bring more trouble, so he was overwhelmed and shouted in the loudest voice and the most standard English:

"I surrender myself!"