My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is... where?"

Ludwig raised his hand, looked at the intact palm and cuff, and asked a blank question, "Is there anyone? Is anyone there?"

No one answered him, so he had to walk beside the railroad track, squatted on the ground, and studied for a long time, but couldn't see anything, so he stood up, chose a random direction, and walked along the railroad track.

I don't know how long it took, but Ludwig didn't feel hungry and tired at all. Instead, he recovered from the long journey. He raised his head and stared blankly at the boundless white field. Walking for a while, the blurred railroad tracks in the distance will become clearer, but there is an endless road extending farther away. It is not that he has not thought of leaving here, but the wizard who lost his wand is in an unfamiliar environment. What's the difference between unarmed and unarmed? Not to mention that there is no danger here, it's just a boring world, so boring that it's numbing.

There was no scenery on the side of the road. He began to feel that this place was the blueprint before the world was created. The hand of creation forgot to give it color and life, and even forgot to wipe it away after the world was built. Walking, even for lack of reference, he couldn't tell if he was going around a circular railroad.

Thinking of this, Ludwig thought, he took off his suit jacket, pulled down a button forcefully, and carefully placed it between the sleepers, but as the button left his fingers, the color was quickly replaced by the ubiquitous white The fog sucked out, and even the button itself seemed to be thrown into the water, sinking slowly, and no trace could be found.

"Hi—"

Ludwig only felt that his scalp was numb. The weirdness here was beyond his comprehension. Only the railroad tracks under his feet and in the normal world could give him a trace of comfort. So hopeful.

"Ugh..."

The distant but thin whistle sounded in Ludwig's ears. He had already gone to the point of numbness, and he didn't even react immediately to the appearance of the noise, until he realized that when the whistle raised his head, a beautiful red and black train appeared. Already parked beside him, the sophisticated steam locomotive spewed billowing white steam from the chimney, stretching to the sky, blending with those white mists.

Ludwig looked to his side, the door of the carriage close to him had been opened, the windows were bright and spacious, and there was no passenger in the car. He raised his head, and at some point, he was already on a simple platform, far away. There are several invisible phantoms that are slowly fading color like the button, as if they have experienced baptism, they have stepped onto the train parked by the platform.

He looked at the carriage in the phantom position, the door was closed, and even the glass could not reveal the slightest inside. Those figures didn't seem to notice him at all, just like real passengers waiting for the train, eager to get on board. vehicle.

Ludwig raised his head again, the pure white sky above his head had long since disappeared, replaced by a dome with the same color but more complex, he recognized this dome, he had seen it too many times these days, it was the king At the dome of the Cross Station, he was surprised to see the pillars rising up in the clouds and mist, and his heart, which had been stagnant due to the long journey, became restless again.

"King's Cross?" Ludwig felt a little more excited, "Is this the Hogwarts Express?"

He didn't have time to think about what those phantoms that had lost their color were. His heart was filled with the joy of finding the road to Hogwarts. He fixed his eyes on the carriage. Under the window, there was an "H" emblem surrounded by four beasts. It further confirmed his thoughts, "Could it be that the wall they were talking about was the one I was leaning against? That's too coincidental, isn't it?"

Ludwig was immersed in the sudden joy and ignorance of the rationale. In his memory, he came here after being hit with a life-threatening curse. Could there be a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in hell? Ludwig shook his head, he was determined that he would never go to hell.

"Is it heaven?"

Under all kinds of confusion, he didn't notice at all that the suit that Martha saw through at a glance had already turned into a light gray, and the color flowed down the leather shoes to the mist under his feet, and there was a trend of getting lighter and lighter.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The car whistle sounded more frequently, and Ludwig was awakened from his thoughts. The entire train had already started to vibrate with the start of the car. The lights above the door in front of him were flashing, as if urging the stranded passengers to get on the train quickly.

Ludwig didn't suspect him, and walked towards the car door, but the car door was slowly closing, a trace of nervousness appeared on his face, the color on his body solidified a little, he quickened his pace, and rushed in.

The car door caught the corner of his clothes, he turned around and tore the hem of his coat. With a "stab" sound, the clipped piece of cloth was torn off, and it was still caught on the door. The light gray fabric It quickly faded, quickly lost its shape, and dissipated in the air.

Ludwig gasped and leaned against the wall of the cubicle. With a creak, the door beside him slowly opened, revealing a cubicle that was exactly the same as Hogwarts.

"Should I go in?"

No one answered him, Ludwig laughed self-deprecatingly, he should have adapted to this loneliness without a companion, he looked at the connection of the carriage, the wooden door was closed, and it seemed that he could not visit the shadows of those who were in the same car. Now, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, wiped his face briefly, and got into the carriage calmly. He was not afraid that this was some kind of trap, after all, he had nothing to lose.

"Except..." Ludwig clenched his fists and slammed the closed door behind him. The hard door panel shook the back of his hands, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain, and his eyes were filled with tears. Wet, on the contrary, it looks brighter and brighter, "...Grandpa."

…

In that quiet alley, Ludwig's body twitched for a moment, and soon lost his breath with a quiet smile.

The old man raised his right hand holding the wand, and his calm face showed no mood at all. He silently looked at the tip of the wand, which was billowing with green smoke, like a dead sculpture, only vibrated and seemed to be torn apart. Only those green eyes can show that he is slightly different from the fallen Ludwig.

"Oh... heh." His voice made a sharp accent like a bellows with a hole, as if two people were talking at the same time, his body trembled, and the hand holding the wand curled up uncontrollably, he disdainfully Looking at the wand slowly pointing at him, he muttered to himself, "You didn't feel the desire to resist until your favorite grandson died? It's really... belated love."

The murderer was chatting calmly with the victim's family, as if to him, Ludwig's death under the curse was just a trivial matter. Those who are used to taking other people's lives can naturally turn a blind eye to this tragedy. But the owner of this body, Ludwig's grandfather, watched helplessly as his proud grandson was blown down by the merciless wind like a leaf out of season. The pain in his heart was hard to contain, but In the face of more powerful forces, it could only be turned into two lines of turbid tears, which flowed from the wrinkled face incompetently.

Tears washed away the green in the eyes a little, and rushed out of the riverbed-like hills, and the wand was slowly approaching the old man's neck.

Gu Xiao </span> "What's the use? Besides killing yourself," he mocked, "you can't even kill yourself, you shouldn't even know the simplest death spell, right? I'll teach you."

There was a cruel smile on the old man's face, the green necrosis quickly spread to the hand holding the stick, the wrinkled back of the hand festered at a speed visible to the naked eye, he stretched out his other hand and brutally broke it off. He took down the wand and held it casually with his left hand, pointing at Ludwig, who fell to the ground.

"This kind of magic spell is very simple, you can learn it once, and it is practical. Even if you disturbed me just now, the magic spell will still hit your grandson," the old man chuckled. Deeper and brighter, "Only a crappy wizard can't make up for it. I want you to watch your grandson die."

He was originally annoyed that his magic was being resisted, but on second thought, the old man's resistance gave him a little realistic vision, which more satisfied the evil thoughts in his heart. Frightened - the old man's eyes are filled with both pathos and morbid satisfaction, and the second death's vent is about to descend upon those he holds most dear.

"It's a pity that Muggles can't learn magic," he seemed a little disappointed, disappointed that such wonderful things couldn't be appreciated anytime and anywhere, so he had to say dejectedly, "I'll only say it once, remember, the spell is Arvada—"

The wall behind Ludwig suddenly became as soft as water, and the upper body leaning against the wall lost its support and fell into the wall. The old man glared at this scene and shouted, "Sorry!"

Thick green lightning rushed out from the tip of the staff, like a poisonous snake, biting Ludwig's body.

"boom!"

With a violent explosion, the garbage dump Ludwig was lying on was blown away, and the filth and smoke filled the alley. The old man covered his mouth with his sleeve, took two steps back, and left the range of the dirty thing.

"Murdering young people is not a good act."

An unfamiliar voice interrupted the old man's movements. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes. The green light dimmed a little, but it turned into greener pus, and mixed tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Could it be that the platform nine and three-quarters entered from here?"

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, and the dirty wall was not damaged in any way, but some insignificant dirt fell off, revealing the red brick wall that had been submerged in the shadows for an unknown number of years, just like decades or Hundreds of years ago, when it was first built, the sound of the whistle constantly sounded in the ears of the old man from the railway station. With the vibration brought by the passing of the train, these mountains of garbage were not supported by Ludwig. , scattered like a landslide, and even a foul-smelling rotten peel fell on his feet, full of irony.

I didn't see him, but I heard his voice, and the wall distorted instantly. A leather shoe that was rubbed brightly, but the soles of its feet were wrapped in thick wet mud stretched out from the wall and stepped on the garbage-covered shoes. On the ground, followed by a slender leg covered by purple velvet trousers, and a suit jacket of the same color, Albus Dumbledore, who was frequently mentioned by the two who had just fought, walked away from the wall. come out.

"Do you know a lot?" Dumbledore didn't have the slightest smile on his face. Unlike his genial image in the past, he only had anger on his face, and the callousness of the end of the sentence, "I heard that someone was looking for me, So I rushed over without stopping.”

"No one is looking for you, and you are afraid of trouble, right?" The old man raised his head, the green in his eyes that had been washed out of the ravine closed again, he gently wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, and looked directly at Deng Bridor's eyes, said softly: "I am—"

"Roar!"

Before he could reveal his identity, the water that swept in had rushed towards him with a ferocious momentum. The water splash collided with the walls on both sides. With a roar like a dragon's roar, the waves opened their **** mouths and ran over the garbage piles that filled the alleys. The filth that had been accumulated for many years not only did not pollute the purity of the dragon, but was crushed into fine pieces by the originally gentle water. To the imperceptible powder, it was spread on the ground, raising the ground a little.

The next second, its huge mouth opened to the maximum, and the scattered water splashes were like dancing feathers and sharp dragon teeth, swallowing the old man who was struggling to raise his hand.

"You don't need to tell me who you are."

The sternness in Dumbledore's eyes flashed past, he glanced at the safe wall behind him, and said softly, "I'm never afraid of trouble."

The old man roared angrily in the water, but his voice was completely drowned out by the water, and he couldn't even breathe. The pure water brushed across his face, but this harmless natural product brought him great pain, The old face was twisted into an inhuman shape, and the frantically flashing green light appeared on his back, and the fine swirls in the water prison were like sharp knives slashing this green that was just cruel and outrageous. The pain was so clear that he could feel it even if he couldn't hear the sound. Dumbledore looked at the old man through the water curtain, and the greenness in his eyes had already subsided. Although it was equally painful, his exposed pupils were full. is comfort.

A green shadow was swept out by the strong current, it tightly grabbed the old man's neck, unwilling to let go, and the old man's face flushed and turned blue.

Dumbledore looked at the tricky scene, raised his wand, and increased his strength.

…

"Crack!"

In the empty bedroom, there was an inexplicable sound of crisp metal friction, like the sound of a key twisting the door lock.

Question Mark, who was dozing on Nelson's pillow, raised his eyelids in dissatisfaction, and pulled the quilt over himself.

But the sound of the gears turning that followed completely disturbed its sleep. The question mark bared its teeth, stood up and showed sharp claws. With a single wave, Nelson's pillow was scratched out of snowflake-like cotton wool.

It jumped to the floor angrily, its fingernails rubbing against the wooden floor, making a tooth-piercing screeching sound.

The question mark pricked up its ears, carefully looked for the direction of the sound, and vowed to give it a little color quietly. At the moment when the sound ended, it curled up, slammed, and got under Nelson's bed, with a pillow behind him. The cotton wool and goose feathers flying all over the sky burst out.

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