My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"He... he was taken, he was taken... he was..."

Berlin, next to the sculpture, a passer-by in a trance is hugging the leg of a witch who rushed out of the alley, murmuring inarticulately. The miracle was even more shocking, "Being, being, being, being..."

As one of the people closest to the "criminal scene", he was already frightened in the residential building next to him, not to mention being affected by the current escaping in the air, which made him unable to speak a complete sentence at all.

The witch he was holding was a member of the rogue gang who arrived immediately after Lei Ting disappeared. Her whole body was covered in a thick hooded black robe, not to mention her appearance, not even the slightest figure was revealed. , it's strange to wear such thick robes in this weather, but in this kind of place, it's normal and a bit awkward.

"Don't sing!" The witch holding her leg kicked her legs with high intensity. She couldn't care less about it, she just wanted to throw the pendant off her thigh, but passersby were stimulated by the electric current. The stiffened arms hugged even tighter. The witch had no choice but to stop her movements on her legs, and while instructing the accompanying gang members to investigate the situation, she grabbed another passerby who hadn't forgotten to put away her clothes, and asked urgently, "Where's the yard guard?!"

"He... he's in the box," the passerby was much calmer than the previous one, as if the only thing that was left in his mind was the matter of collecting clothes. The wooden box with a hole at the entrance of the cargo yard said, "Go now, maybe you can find some."

The witch glanced suspiciously at the passers-by. She heard the howling like a herd of beasts coming from the iron cage in the freight yard. She was nervous for a moment, but she still mustered up her courage and raised her legs to the wooden box, but hugged her thighs. The hand was even tighter, the witch was dragged to a stagger and almost fell. She stood up straight and winked angrily at her companions.

"Passed out!"

The next second, the stun spell flew from behind the witch and hit the pendant on her leg. The passerby tilted his head and passed out without any resistance, but the witch's face did not improve at all, because the passerby after the comatose passed out. On the contrary, driven by the instinct of the body, he hugged tighter.

"Do you want to cut off his arm?" The companion who shot the stun spell saw that his spell had had a negative effect, and his face was a little overwhelmed. He glared viciously at the passerby who made him embarrassed, and angrily pulled it down A rivet on the leather jacket, rubbing his hands, approached the witch warmly, and smiled in a pleasing manner, "I promise not to splatter blood on your beautiful dress."

Another bald wizard with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes slowly passed by, licked his lips, and sneered at his spineless colleague.

"Pretty dress? Don't do this kind of thing with your eyes. It's okay to cut off this guy's head accidentally, in case it hurts the lady's leg... Sucks away," the two men sang and reconciled, the witch held The hand of the wand was raised and shuttled back and forth between the heads of the two. The bald wizard hurriedly shrank his neck and said angrily, "Let's go to work first, and the lady can solve these problems by herself."

"Let's go together," the witch lowered her head and tapped the passer-by's arm. The pained expression on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by the serenity of a baby sleeping in his mother's arms, and the witch effortlessly pushed his arm She took it off her lap, turned and walked towards the freight yard. The two wizards were walking by her side. The scene just now seemed a little warm, but a trace of fear and even fear flashed in their eyes." Be careful, don't let the people around you run away, we have to prepare for the worst, and if he really dies, we must not let the news here leak out."

"I've been surrounded by people," the leather-clad wizard who cast the stun spell nodded, "I understand, we've been too eye-catching recently, I'm afraid many people hate us to the bone."

"What are you worried about? You're just a little bastard, and a thug like you can find a job under anyone... oh, except for the self-righteous Lord Grindelwald," said the bald wizard sullenly, pulling out his wand. He raised it to his mouth, following an unpleasant incantation, a green light lingered on the tip of the stick, he stuck out his tongue, and the two people on the side were nauseous. Thin, long and flexible, the tongue coating is covered with a layer of fungus-like yellow powder, which looks like a slug wrapped in breadcrumbs. He doesn't care about the gasping or retching sounds of the other two, and wraps his tongue around it. The wand took a sip, making people's eyelids jump, and he gave a wet smile, "And I'll protect you too, I've learned everything from that dog-eyed guy Tillot Krell. As long as I'm here, the rogue gang will be the same as before, my brother, I'll arrange for you to see the gate... As for you, ma'am, I'm willing to do everything I can to protect you, as long as you're willing to take off this obstacle Robe, let me—"

He glanced at the witch with wet, undisguised greed, licked his shiny teeth, and gave a self-assured smile.

"Enough, the rogue gang accepts rogues, not perverts," the witch seemed to have caught something disgusting, and quietly opened the distance between him and him, "You make me think the rogue gang is a An unscrupulous organization that likes to fight against heroes and then be hanged and beaten all day."

"Why do you like those funny cartoons so much? It's just a stupid Muggle fantasy," said the bald wizard, puffing out his chest, "you might as well pay attention to the high-quality men around you, like me ."

"Understand, the lady is from America," said the leather-clad wizard who had been silent for a long time before he recovered from the bald wizard's tongue, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I will soak your wand until In the cesspool..."

"What did you say?!"

"Shh!"

The witch stopped the two of them. Before they knew it, they had already walked into the cargo yard, only a few steps away from the wooden box. Looking in through the hole in the box, there was a dark mass inside, and nothing could be seen. Clear, not even a sound, this silence is more worrying than the endless wailing in the piles of iron cages around, she noticed the dark red blood stains on the wood stubble on the broken section of the wooden box, and stepped back. two steps.

"What's wrong?" The leather-clad wizard raised his wand and looked at the wooden box vigilantly.

"Let me see," the bald wizard snorted and his expression became weird. He cautiously approached the cage, but he couldn't see what was going on inside. Getting serious, "It's the smell of blood."

"Blood?"

The witch frowned in confusion. As soon as she finished speaking, a pale arc of light lit up in front of her. The bald-headed wizard who had just approached the wooden box screamed in horror, and the wand uncontrollably launched a firework. With quick eyes, the wizard pulled his companion back, and swung his wand towards the hole in the wooden box.

"There are many obstacles!"

The loud incantation sounded, as if the louder the sound, the stronger the power. The obstacle spell hit the white light frontally, and with a dull loud noise, a black shadow flew back and crashed back into the box. The broken wooden box was completely smashed into pieces.

The bald-headed wizard stood upright in shock, and poured out the curse in the direction of the box in an exasperation, but his curse was as soft as a human being, and the effect of destruction was not even as good as that of a leather-clad wizard.

The only effect of his spell may have been a splash of smoke obscuring the view, but soon the three of them were less calm.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a beast-like man squatted on the ground and raised his head. He had dark skin, a loincloth made of snakeskin wrapped around his waist, and his upper body was naked. Turned gray but still able to see the bright colorful patterns, one ear is only half left, the other ear is wrinkled like dumplings, his neck is locked by an iron chain thicker than his wrist , a **** wound has been rubbed on his neck, and the chain has been broken in half by something. On his abdomen, a bluish-purple bruise is very conspicuous. This is the obstacle just now. The wounds left by the curse.

He opened his mouth, bared his sharp teeth that were full of white and bloody, and cast a wild beast-like gaze at the three who looked at him.

At his feet, the yard guard was lying quietly, his neck was gnawed and bloody, and had lost his vitality.

Gu Xian </span> The three raised their wands in unison, and the witch looked at the bald wizard out of the corner of her eye. But he perfectly knocked the iron chain that bound the man off the metal horse post behind him. The man who lost his restraint was like a tiger in the jungle, squatting on the ground, his two bare feet buckled on the muddy ground. A pit, he put his hands on the ground, his muscles were tense, and then he swooped towards the three of them like a cheetah.

Naturally, they wouldn't sit still, but the man's speed was too fast. I'm afraid even the real beasts in the jungle couldn't match him. I saw him flickering like a ghost in the hail of magic bullets. In front of Wu, he opened his **** mouth and bit towards the beating carotid artery.

"What is this? A wizard?"

Just when the three of them were terrified by the man's quickness, a dark green halo suddenly appeared behind him, just as his teeth were about to approach the bald wizard's throat, and the next second, he would be like a yard guard with blood. When it splashed around, the dark green halo distorted and condensed into the shape of a person, and without stopping too much, it got into the back of the man's head.

The man's movements suddenly stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed, and his murderous intent grinned.

The three people in distress have seen the green figure, which is the magic often revealed by the leader of the rogue gang. They did not act rashly, but looked nervously at the man who was suddenly stiff like a sculpture.

I saw his muscles twitching, and the expression on his face struggled for a moment. He raised his hands and began to look in front of his eyes. After a while, he raised his head again, and his eyes were filled with a faint dark green magic light.

He looked at the three people in shock before him, and said softly again: "What is this?"

The two wizards looked at each other, not knowing what he meant, but the witch quickly understood what he was thinking and said, "This is a new item from the No. 13 warehouse today, someone should have ordered a strong one. Muggles."

"Muggle? Hehe?" The man narrowed his eyes, crossed his hands, and held the chains wrapped around each other's wrists. After a burst of force, the chains were twisted and deformed like melting until they fell off his wrists, "This Muggles? You don't even know wizards? Idiots."

Hearing the word "idiot", the two wizards who were still full of concerns suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were not uncomfortable being scolded, they knew that their leader had returned.

The man was half-kneeling on the ground, as if he didn't get used to this body. After trying for a long time, he didn't stand up. He simply sat on the ground. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two wizards. The thick and short wand stayed in the hands of the bald wizard.

"Wand."

The bald wizard hesitated and did not move. Instead, the witch stepped forward and presented the wand to the man with both hands.

"You...you'd better use mine, his wand isn't very good."

"He just licked it," the leather wizard added, handing out his wand. "You can also make do with mine."

The man showed a dissatisfied smile, stayed on the bald wizard's face for a few seconds, grabbed the witch's wand, and said, "Go to collect the money later, go to the hidden place or Diagon Alley to buy a new one."

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"Okay." The witch nodded and returned to the position just now.

The man waved the witch's wand for a while, as if re-taming his arm, and it didn't take long for the movement to go from mechanically stiff to natural.

"Have you encountered any trouble?" the witch asked with concern as she lifted the man up.

"Humph... Krel was captured by the British, Woronsky was killed by Harriman, and Harriman himself was locked up. I don't know where he was lynched," the man snorted coldly and said with narrowed eyes. The green light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "I have to do it myself, a bunch of rubbish, even a newly graduated Auror can't handle it."

"Kant he..."

"Dead," the man pouted, feeling the witch's movements suddenly froze, and he said with a strange expression, "What's wrong with you?"

"No...nothing," the witch noticed her gaffe and lowered her head, "Are you all right?"

"I met the **** Dumbledore, and I played two moves with him. It was a draw, but I explained my body there."

"That just now?"

"He called for shameless foreign aid, but how could he kill me?" The man twisted his neck and said, "I like this body, young, strong, and full of magic, I just don't know why Africans don't like to use wands. De, you go find me a dress."

"Then do we still notify them as before?"

"Change the name this time," the man twisted his neck and made a series of crackling noises. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Liburn. I'm reborn and stronger."

Dark green magic flashed in his eyes, like a snake waiting for an opportunity.

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