My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The Horcrux really affects the brain," Tom said with lingering fears. "It's because I didn't have a good way to learn when I was interested in the Horcrux. Otherwise, I'm afraid I've become a fool now. How many pieces?"

Tom and Nelson walked briskly on the streets of London with the broom's packing box. The two walked towards Diagon Alley, preparing to drop by to visit Martha's tailor shop.

"Seven dollars." Nelson gave the answer without hesitation, "Fifty."

"I think it's also seven... After all, seven is a magical number, and even my socks use seven colors to tell which pair to wear each day," Tom snapped his fingers, playing with the satiated snake on his little finger. Unconsciously revealing some of his strange habits, but he quickly reacted, looked at Nelson, and asked curiously, "What is fifty?"

Nelson was silent, and suddenly drew his wand as the two turned into a short-cut alley.

"What are you doing?"

Tom turned his head to look at Nelson suspiciously, and saw that Nelson's wand had poked his face, and the muscles on his face and the coat on his body were twisted and changed under the influence of Transfiguration. Tom's mouth grew bigger and bigger. Under the gaze, Nelson's facial features became flat, and his hair slowly retracted to his scalp, turning into a smooth big bald head covered in a black robe, with grayish-white and blue blood vessels protruding from under the skin.

Importantly, there is no nose.

"Fifty is IQ."

Nelson opened his arms, his left hand was like an invitation, and his right hand held a wand and raised it to the top of his head. Under Tom's terrified gaze, he made a voice that Tom will never forget in his life:

"Hey hey hey! Harry Potter... is already dead!"

Tom immediately understood what Nelson had become, his expression twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned his head to see if there was anyone in the alley, and drew out his wand.

After a long while, the two walked out of the alley normally. Nelson clutched his twitching arm, as if he had just been hit by a demonic wind in the alley.

Not far ahead is Martha's tailor shop. The two stopped at the intersection. The shop was still open, and there were some imperceptible protections at the door. Now Nelson's heart finally sank.

"You don't have to worry about it," Tom comforted. "I feel like your **** are good enough to defend against any attack, at least to keep Martha safe."

"But she can't live off those **** tucked under the floor forever." Nelson shook his head, feeling the breeze on his face, and said, "It's time to order two seasonal clothes, the monsoon is here."

"Don't lie to me, there is no monsoon in the UK."

...

The monsoon can always bring people's reverie about the same scene in different seasons, but for the boundary that even the monsoon can't shake, this kind of expectation can only become a year after year. The influence of the humid air of the Baltic Sea, but the calm brought by the continental climate can always turn the wind and rain into small waves dotted on the same thing.

Especially after the completion of this huge circular building called "Central", the immutability here is almost written in the bones. Even if the Allies won the war, Poland, as a servant country, still maintains it as always. The way of operation, and this rigidity becomes especially obvious in Krakow, which is located in the geographical center of Europe. The vast area radiated by the central center still maintains the same state as when it was just built a few years ago. The vast wasteland, and all kinds of weird people walking around the center, from time to time, covered goods are transported here through the blockade, but no empty cars even come out.

It seems that there is a silent abyss disguised as a cave, and it is as if there is a nail nailed to time, which solidifies everything.

"Krel was caught, and now the world has changed. I have seen a lot of active faces or young people recently. I am really busy."

On the second floor of the center, a wooden door with "202" written on it was kicked open by Andre, who was holding two cups of coffee. With a report under his chin, he shrank his head and walked towards Zwei who was waiting for him on the sofa. grid.

Zweig was wearing loose uniforms that did not match his image. He looked like a savage who had just come into contact with civilized society. He waved his wand, and the document that Andre was holding flew to him with a "swoosh". hands.

"It's you who are caring and know how to feel sorry for the elderly." Andre squeezed out a rare warm smile on his old face full of scars, put two cups on the coffee table, picked one with ice cubes, and put the other cup He pushed towards Zweig steamingly, "If that kid Nelson is here, I'm supposed to make me walk over by myself tremblingly."

"Who is Krel?" Zweig ignored his rambling, casually flipping through the report that smelled of brand new ink in his hand, frowning and holding out a hand to hold Andre's hand holding the coffee , moved the cup of iced coffee in front of him, "If you're old, it won't hurt your stomach."

"Why did you become so rambunctious after coming back from the east? Even the recipes became weird. It feels like you have an extra grandma who is forcing you to eat those tasteless lotus whites every day," Andrei said. Breaking Zweig's hand, "I added milk to your glass. You know, I'm lactose intolerant, and I almost ruined it seventeen years ago."

Gu Lu"You just drank spoiled yogurt that time," Zweig shook his head, and while Andre took advantage of the empty space of the cups, he adjusted the coffee in the two cups. Andrei took a sip and was fooled, but it was already a done deal. Zweig took a sip of his iced coffee with a bitter expression on his face from time to time, looked at the report in his hand doubtfully, raised his head and asked, "This Who the **** is Tillo Krell? Why is his file hanging under my tower? Why don't I know it myself?"

"You forgot?" Andre shrugged and said, "Your memory is not as good as that of an old man like me. When we were not very formal, weren't you in charge of logistics? He was in your hands at that time. Underneath, relying on one-handed potion to save a lot of people's lives."

"I remember," Zweig's eyes flashed with a cold light, and even the tattoo on his head was a little hot, "is that the villain who used human life to make medicine behind his back? Isn't he dead? Was he left behind by you? He also arranged so many secret missions? Is this just subsidizing him for evil?"

Zweig expressed his anger in a series of questions, and the report in his hand was wrinkled with clenched hands.

"Hey, seriously, who cares if the potion is made from dragon blood or human blood if it can get a fighter paralyzed by a curse back on his feet? It's also a sacrifice they made for the greater good... Didn't you drive him away after that? Our decision was just a stopgap, after all, this guy is useful, I know you don't like this kind of thing, and you avoided it You," Andre sighed, showing a time-honored expression on his face, "the poor and the poor play the game of life and the rich and the rich, how could we have a chance to endure those ten days and a half months to survive. A bottle of potion?"

"If a wizard has to consume his life to cure a disease but not his own, how is that different from murder?"

"You're no longer in Ifamoni or the Goblin Academy," Andre said with a wry smile, "I know you've always felt that you're out of tune with us, but I still want to remind you that you've long been a dark sorcerer. already."

"I hope you didn't come to quarrel with me this time," Zweig raised his head, staring at Andrei discontentedly, and continued until Andrei's face showed a resigned smile, "So you are The Prussian plan is in vain? If I say, you can leave these things alone and let it become a garbage dump that attracts garbage. When we have almost infiltrated the governments of the world, this place can be directly destroyed and built a world to the biggest prison."

"It's a great idea. It is recommended to use your construction team and find Nelson as a supervisor, and you two will eat." Andre said with a smile, "I'm here this time mainly to ask you to visit Barry again."

"Has his condition worsened again?"

"You know, Barry can't get out of bed since he came back from Paris, and you went to see him before," Andre pursed his lips, his expression a bit ugly, "White put everything down and took care of him by the bed, we There is a shortage of manpower now, so Lord Grindelwald has to give more work to others, especially those American German and French wizards who defected to him a few years ago, these people are speculators, Newmont Gard has appeared in many different voices, and I am also a little worried..."

"How's Barry?" interrupted Zweig, who had little interest in everything Andre said.

"Barry has a restless temperament, and this kid is as lonely and simple as you. He reads the report every day, worried that the future careerists will make trouble, so he begged Lord Grindelwald to let him do something," Andre pursed his lips even tighter, he shook his head and said, "Lord Grindelwald has been studying the magic he found in Nurmengard five or six years ago, the strange things about death and the soul. Black magic, he spent a few days with Barry and finally found a way."

Andre's lips trembled, apparently seeing something incredible.

"What method? Tell me quickly?" Zweig asked.

"Silent is madly eroding his body, magic power and soul. There are many ways to solve the first two, nothing more than blood transfusion to repair, but his soul has long been so fragile that it has almost been devoured," Andre Shaking, swallowing hard, and said, "I don't know where Grindelwald learned or how he developed that terrible magic, he used some powerful black magic to attack to deprive him of it. He took Barry's soul and stuffed him into a cloud of green fog like a toy. Then he found the young man under Nelson who was playing with penguins and flowers in Antarctica, and put Barry's body together with the silent ice inside. seal up."

Zweig frowned, and the office suddenly became quiet. After an unknown amount of time, the ice cubes in the coffee cup in front of him had completely melted. He sighed and said, "This can be used as a stopgap measure, it's just frozen. Is it a little too hasty?"

"That's why I asked you to take a look. You went to the East non-stop after returning from Paris. I have been very anxious recently," Andrei spread his hands, "Especially yesterday, there was a big incident in Prussia, and someone kidnapped The leader of the rogue gang who went away is the organization that Krel was staying with. Lord Grindelwald said that it was Nelson's handwriting, and at Barry's request, he let Barry go there."

"***!" Zweig slapped the coffee table hard, and the two coffee cups on the table were dumped, and the coffee was spilled on the ground, he cursed, "This is nonsense! What can Barry do? Isn't he all being ripped off? Freeze?"

"It is said to be the ancient curse of Haierbo to enslave the soul. Lord Grindelwald also protected Barry. He used the information sent by Krel to package Barry~www.readwn.com~ Let him replace the rogue gang. The leader." Andre buried his face in his hands, "I don't understand the principle, but I think if it's Haierbo, all of this should work. Using the magic of killing and slavery to save people is only Grindelwald. What an adult can do, this is the best solution he can think of, and Barry can't afford it anymore."

"This...this is simply!" Zweig said incomprehensible, "too...too—"

"It's incredible, right?"

Zweig did not speak, the office fell silent again, the sun moved slowly in the sky behind him, the coffee on the coffee table and the ground slowly solidified, and finally turned into a pool of ugly stains.

"I remember that Lord Grindelwald once mentioned that Nelson may have reached a height in the soul that all wizards have never imagined, so why not look at him?"

"I don't dare," Andre shook his head with a wry smile. "You may not know that Armando Dippet died. After going crazy, he refilled the medicine from the Highland Hero Village and went to find him. Trouble with Nelson, I don't know how Nelson defeated the experienced Dippet, but anyway, he died, after being defeated by Nelson, he sent some Dippet's relics in a mayfly, but I put How dare I tell Barry? He can't take the blow, let alone let Nelson come over and tell Barry himself that he killed his grandpa? Are you confused?"

"I'll go back with you later, I'm going to prepare something," Zweig sighed and stood up, but he stood up abruptly, making his eyes black, shaking his body, and fell back on the sofa, Holding his forehead, he felt a dry and bitter taste in his mouth, "Your coffee is too bitter."

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