My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore held his wand high, the hem of his suit fluttered wildly under the powerful magic power, and a light blue ball of light like a gem emerged from the tip of the wand, slowly blending into the stirring water prison.

The soft light group quickly dispersed with the water flow, as if a clear river was suddenly illuminated by the sun, and the dazzling brilliance flashed everywhere in the water prison, which was enough to make some people who could not see the sun feel ashamed, and the tightly restrained one. The green phantom around the old man's neck also became inhuman under the sudden and violent water flow, but the chaotic face condensed by magic became clear, although it was still ugly and exaggerated - just like the one created by Edvard Munch. A panel painting titled The Scream.

He was indeed shouting, the water blocked his voice, but anyone could see the unwillingness and resentment on his face, a pair of blurred eyes staring at Dumbledore's face, abstract mouth opening and closing, as if Threatening Dumbledore with abuse.

"You may not know the consequences of hurting a passionate child in front of a teacher, even if he is not my student," Dumbledore squinted, squinting at the form of the green figure. The magic he had never seen before made his worries even greater—it seemed to be a new kind of magic that combined Horcrux and Imperius, and as things stood, it could make the caster become anyone alive. Man, Dumbledore didn't write his worries on his face, he just threatened coldly, "You can come to me at any time, but next time the people you need to face may not be as soft-handed as me. ."

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, his fist clenched in mid-air, with his movements, the water polo cracked, green magic smudged in the mist, but it was not enough to change such a huge amount of water, on the contrary It became clear and disappeared.

"Sorry, Mr. Kant."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and said softly towards the center of the mist.

The water mist slowly dissipated, and a staggering old man rushed out of it, rushing past Dumbledore who was standing quietly, and scrambling to the wall where Ludwig disappeared, but there was only one left. A brick wall that was clean to nothing.

"I'm sorry, I'm late this time."

There was a hint of helplessness on Dumbledore's face. He raised his head and looked at the sky. After all, everything here can't be changed, "Let's find a quiet place with me first, we met, in last year's top three Do you remember the hegemony tournament?"

The old man ignored him, fell to his knees, slapped the wall hard, and let out an inaudible roar from his throat, as if asking the cannibalistic wall to return his only grandson.

"My condolences and change." Dumbledore nodded slightly at the wall, and said to the old man's back, "Kant's body was not damaged, I learned what happened in Prussia, and I will go to the International Confederation of Wizards. Help, when the dust settles, he deserves the courtesy of a hero."

The old man turned his head abruptly, his face flushed red, his expression distorted with pain, and what was even more sad was that there were no tears in his eyes, the magic power occupying his body had already destroyed his eyes, even The scene in front of him became blurred. In his eyes, any larger piece of garbage, even Dumbledore standing in front of him, was his grandson. This kind of grief seemed to possess magic power, making Dumbledore his own. Lido was infected and couldn't help sighing.

"Mr. Kant, your grandson..." Dumbledore pondered his words, not only trying to tell the old man the truth, but also for fear of irritating his fragile heart, "I'm sorry, no one can survive under the life-threatening curse."

"I can't attack my grandson with a spell like that!" said the old man fiercely. He couldn't even speak English well, with a strong German accent, but Dumbledore could still understand what he meant. Manipulate me to kill my family!"

"You're not the murderer, it's them, the people who persecuted Kant."

The old man ignored him, just like a crazy scavenger turning the garbage heap into a mess.

Dumbledore looked at the old man who was lying on the ground and couldn't stop groping. He shook his head, waved his wand lightly, and erected a barrier at both ends of the alley that outsiders could not see, and walked out silently.

…

"William... Williams!"

Panic shouting interrupted the warm and awkward conversation between Nelson and Adele. Nelson turned his head and looked towards the stairs to the auditorium, and at a glance he saw a chubby young man walking up with his hands and feet. Climbing, the stairs let out a "crunch" moan under his ravages, and even the stands shook overwhelmed.

"What's the matter?" Nelson recognized the identity of this young man, a small valet who often followed behind Abraxas, seems to be called Crabbe? He took out his wand from his pocket, waved it lightly, and stretched out a pair of small wooden hands from the seat near the stairs, supporting the little chubby dimple who almost rolled down after stepping in the air. The wooden arms stretched out, carrying Chubby's back collar sent him to the seat in front of Nelson, and patted him on the back to help him get rid of the breath that was almost out of breath, "Calm down, don't be rash... Yes. Now, are you Goyle or Crabbe?"

"Do you know me?" There was a hint of unexpected joy on Little Fatty's face. He blinked, already forgetting the purpose of coming here, and panting, "I... I'm Gore."

"Okay Crabbe," Nelson smiled, "is there anything urgent?"

"Things...things," Goyle remembered the purpose here again, and his expression became alarmed again. He danced for a long time, blushed, and said in a big way, "Your cat is crazy!"

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"Your cat is the one with the question mark pattern on its face," Goyle panted heavily, looking really anxious, "it blocked the corridor from the lounge to the bedroom so that no one could pass, Abu Laxus and Crabbe tried to grab it, they were both injured, and they were just sent to the school hospital, you...you go and have a look!"

"A question mark?"

Nelson was shocked. He vaguely remembered passing something when he left the dormitory today. It turned out to be a question mark for inspection. He widened his eyes. There were many dangerous things hidden in the dormitory. Hogwarts pets, question marks are not banned from touching them.

"Go and have a look! Go and save Abraxas and the others..."

Nelson looked in the direction of the castle and swallowed silently. He looked at Tom suddenly, but Tom seemed to have a huge interest in Quidditch suddenly, and he took Adele and chatted about the rules on the court. And now popular broom performance.

"Hi..." Nelson took a deep breath and nodded to Gore, "Thank you, Crabbe."

Having said that, he supported the back of the chair in front of him with his hands, and a burst of white light emanated from his hand, which beautifully rolled over Gower's head.

"I'm Goyle..." Goyle stared blankly at the robe that passed over his head, showing the same expression as when he saw a cat beating someone, "Crabbe has gone to the school hospital."

Nelson didn't answer him, only the sound of his robe dancing and hunting. Goyle turned his head and saw Nelson's blond hair disappearing behind the guardrail. He stood up and ran towards the guardrail of the stand, leaning on the railing to look down. He was in a free fall in the air, the hem of his robe opened in the wind, Goyle exclaimed, but saw Nelson reduce his speed when he was about to hit the ground, and ran towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch with momentum. After a while, he disappeared, leaving only the stunned Goyle, the equally stunned member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and the cloud fan Tom, who was still pulling Adele to talk about the rigid tactics fifteen years ago.

"Try the new broom," Tom said to Adele with a smile, "don't worry, Gnar should be able to subdue it."

He picked up the bottle that Nelson had left on his seat, flicked the bottle cap with his thumb, filled the glass bottle that suddenly appeared in his left hand, and took a sip.

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Adele showed a suspicious expression and looked at the exit of the Quidditch pitch. There was no Nelson running wild there, only a flash of white light could be seen vaguely, like a dexterous civet stepping on a leaf.

"Crabbe, why are you still standing there?"

…

"Who on earth did so many dangerous tricks to a cat?!"

In Slytherin's lounge, Professor Slughorn pointed at the stairs leading to the bedroom, and let out a roaring sky-shattering roar, which had long been submerged by big dung eggs, and there were some dangerous-looking things floating in the brown swamp. Magic props, like a Bergman MG15 machine gun that shouldn't be here, and a string of colorful grenades hanging from the butt, "Whose cat is this? Whose stuff is this?"

"It looks like Nelson's cat..."

There was a weak response from the students crowded in a corner of the lounge, "But I don't know who these things belong to, maybe his cat found them somewhere in the castle."

"Be sure to clean up! Clean up! You must not be allowed to bring anything to school in the future, even your underwear must be woven by Hogwarts' house-elf!"

Professor Slughorn was full of anger, wearing a dark green nightgown whose buttons were about to fall apart, and the aroma of mead permeated his body, as if he had just been taken out of the quilt during a drinking nap. Taking it out, he touched his pocket, ready to end this farce, but froze in place under the expectant gaze of his classmates.

He didn't have a wand.

The wine woke up instantly, and he suddenly remembered that he was stirring the ice cubes with his wand before, maybe the wand was inserted into the ice bucket at this time.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Slytherins were amazed that their dean suddenly stopped moving. Could it be that he was doing some advanced preparations, so he became more quiet and stared at Slugho without blinking. Professor En, looking forward to him turning the tide and giving them a clean and tidy bedroom.

"Cough cough!"

Professor Slughorn coughed twice, glanced at the students behind him, and said in a deep voice, "But this is a small problem for wizards. I'll change my clothes first. As for the matter here—"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the lounge behind him opened with a bang. Nelson appeared at the door at the right time, straightened his collar, and showed a stiff smile to the people in the lounge.

"Yes, I'll let you deal with it first, Nelson," Professor Slughorn walked over to Nelson as if he had seen a savior, patted him on the shoulder, folded his stomach, and squeezed from behind Nelson sideways. Go out, "I'll come later if you can't figure it out."

Nelson nodded, took out a small silver ball from his pocket, pressed it on the tip of his nose, and instantly turned into a silver mask. He took out his wand from his pocket and stepped on the stairs leading to the bedroom. Aimed at him, and quickly floated away.

…

"Bang bang bang!"

"Merlin's teapot...Is this the cat that Williams kept? It really deserves to be a Slytherin comparable to the young Professor Dumbledore," Hearing the constant explosions from the stairwell, Slytherin in the lounge With pale faces, the Lytlings were discussing enthusiastically, "Fortunately, I just didn't pretend, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be lying in the school hospital with Malfoy and the others—this is a cat, it's a giant dragon! I've been told that I'm too timid!"

"Clap clap clap!"

"The dragon may not be so **** him. Williams usually doesn't care about his pets at all. This cat often hangs with that Peeves in the middle of the night. Who knows what terrifying prohibited items it collects?" He, "Gorgon running wild! Where is the cowardice? This is called judging the situation. If this cat suddenly goes crazy in the Gryffindor lounge, with their temperament, I am afraid that the school hospital will be overcrowded."

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the explosion in the stairwell gradually subsided, the swamp at the entrance also shrank rapidly, and the contents inside disappeared with a rolling sound, but there was still no one with Malfoy Pearl in front. act rashly.

Nelson was leaning against the door of the bedroom, holding the struggling question mark tightly in his arms, and pressing a box under his butt—the box that Dumbledore gave him had changed a little, and one of the locks had fallen off.

"Boom!"

A flame appeared in front of him, Nelson raised his head, the question mark found an opportunity to break free from his arms, and scratched him fiercely. Nelson just now spent almost the whole time with his collection After struggling and fighting hard, I finally caught the culprit.

Dumbledore stood in front of Nelson and held out his hand.

"Huh? Did you finally open the box?"

"What happened? Professor." Nelson looked at Fox who was standing on Dumbledore's shoulder. Dumbledore rarely used it to Apparate, and he reached out to Dumbledore's hand.

"An old friend of yours came to see you, do you want to meet him for the last time with me?" Dumbledore sighed and pulled Nelson up, "I don't know if you remember, Ludwig. Kant, Durmstrang's champion, he graduated as an Auror."

"The last...look?"

Feng Ming sounded, and the two disappeared into the flames.

…

"He's not dead! He's not going to die!" The old man held a dirty bat in his hands and whispered softly, feeling the two eyes from behind him, he turned his head, showed a happy smile, and showed his hands The supersonic bat, green tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, "This supersonic bat is still alive... My grandson, it is impossible to die under my hands."

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