My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Fritz Harriman?"

There was an abnormal creaking sound from the old iron door. The man leaning against the corner raised his head blankly. He looked in the direction from which the sound came. There was only an airtight brick wall. Driven countless times, only to see another brick wall behind the collapsed brick wall.

Is it hallucinations?

Harriman shook his head. He finally understood why those who had been wailing under his own torment kept the strength to insult him until the last moment of their lives. For a person whose mind was constantly running, compared to the physical and even personality. This kind of devastation, this kind of isolation and loneliness can make the soul even more numb, it will make people lose their perception of time and even everything in the world, and they are willing to shrink in a cold and damp corner and rot in silence.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, maybe months? Or maybe a year? But that obviously doesn't matter anymore, Harriman knows that the only way to survive in confinement is to keep calm, but he has auditory hallucinations. The crazy executioners who scoffed at in the past and didn't know how to enjoy and love became the same kind of person, and Hariman even thought of ending up in his heart, but this thought made him even more depressed - these days, he is not. I have never tried to end my life in various unimaginable ways, but I have been repeatedly obstructed by this terrifying room, which not only wants to destroy everything, but even takes away the right to end my life.

He seemed to understand why, compared to the truly terrifying Grindelwald, a murderer like him looked like a clown.

Harriman hugged his knees helplessly, covered his ears and shrank, trying his best to fill his back into the corner of the wall behind him, for fear of revealing the slightest gap, the pink robe on his body was still bright and bright, but in his eyes, it showed Really filthy rundown after years of incarceration.

Tom stood in front of him and silently looked at the man who had driven him crazy with his imagination. He closed the iron door behind him and clapped his hands.

The basement suddenly became brighter, and the texture of those brick walls quickly retreated like soldiers under orders. Passive but bright soft lights suddenly filled the entire basement, and even the dead corners behind Harriman became bright. When he got up, he felt a chill down his spine, the back of his hand touched the wall lightly, and the unique cold texture of the metal irritated him, so he worked harder to roll himself up, as if to wrap it into a sphere.

"Fritz Harriman."

Tom raised his voice, even if Harriman covered his ears, he couldn't ignore his call.

"can you hear my voice?"

Harriman raised his head slowly, but the soft light seemed so dazzling to him, he kept shaking his head, kicking his legs to the ground and leaning back, muttering nonsense that Tom could not understand, he looked like a Like a real lunatic.

Tom was amused by his performance, raised the corner of his mouth, and took two steps forward. Harriman was still leaning back, but he had nowhere to go. walking child.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be thinking about finding a wand. Haven't you been taught a lesson in the past few days by trying to escape with Apparition?" Tom held out his hand, a wand that lacked maintenance and was dry and cracked. Appearing at his fingertips, he shook his wand in front of Harriman's eyes, and mocked, "I thought you were really crazy, but I didn't expect your desire to survive was so strong."

Harriman's movements froze, he slowly raised his head, the despair brought by the confinement for many days had already disappeared at the moment when the lights came on. , how could it be so simple to give up hope? Even though the previous darkness and **** were desperate enough, after confirming that this place was not truly isolated from the world, his mind quickly warmed up again, but this enthusiasm was extinguished by Tom's reminder in the next second, he recalled Countless escapes from this cell - his captors didn't limit his thoughts on magic, which allowed him to try Apparition over and over again, only every time he circled in place, meditating on his destination At that time, the pain that he experienced in front of the tailor shop, like being shot and like being electrocuted, would follow, and every time he opened his eyes, he would find that he was still in this place with even more despair. in a **** prison cell.

He has confirmed that this is a prison cell, and the person imprisoning him must have a plan. He let go of his hand, paralyzed at the base of the wall, looked at Tom's young face, a little care in his heart, and said indifferently: "Since you are Lock me up, I must want something."

"Yeah, what do you want?"

Tom showed a distressed expression, which made Harriman's heart even more calm. He had seen many wizards who were so young and thought they were beyond ordinary people, but their youthful arrogance could often kill themselves in the end. , Over the years, he chose to invade and kill the target, it is this young wizard.

Seeing Tom's inadvertent desire for something, Harriman felt that he had the initiative.

"Looks like you should have heard of my name, and you can state your conditions, young man," he chuckled, without the slightest sense of being a prisoner, but put on an air, "don't try to offer my life Pointless prices like that, you know, it's just a bonus that comes with it."

"Is your life so worthless? Can it be used as a gift?" Tom was delighted, he bent down, squatted in front of Harriman, put Harriman's wand on his chin, raised his face, looked at Looking at this clown-like mask that was full of powder but had become dirty due to long-term carelessness, a trace of disgust rose in his heart, but for the sake of pleasure, he still patiently said, "A person who bears a A villain who takes twenty-eight lives, so despise his own life?"

He stroked Harriman's face lightly with his wand, and the green magic light danced on Harriman's face. makeup.

On the surface, Harriman is calm, but he has already thought quickly in his heart. He has killed so many people, and he has seen the faces and pleadings of all kinds of people before they die. Young people who have never met each other start a profile.

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"This kind of sting... It's the Cruciatus, the use of the magic spell is very skilled, but the power is lackluster, it can't reach the standard of the Cruciatus at all, there is no hatred in his heart, he doesn't want to kill me, and he doesn't even torture me at all. The idea," Harriman thought in his heart, "is very proficient in the control of spells. Depending on his age, he should be a student who has just graduated from school or has not graduated, or the kind with good grades, Hogwarts. If it is Hogwarts, it should be Slytherin. The wizards in Slytherin are said to advocate bloodline theory and black magic. He should be a standard Slytherin. Knowledge is very simple for him, and he wants to try something stronger and more terrifying."

Tom looked at him with a smile. He hadn't seen such an interesting person for a long time. The last time he met was the stinky boy who came to Hogwarts with Ludwig but didn't become a warrior and finally blew himself up. I have forgotten the boy's name, but this stupid and self-conscious manner is still impressive.

Thinking of Ludwig, he remembered again that the death of this silly boy had nothing to do with the villain in front of him, and his heart became a little colder. Even if Harriman's underwear was about to be cleaned by him, he was still patient, I want to see what medicine is being sold in his gourd.

"I've seen such pretentious guys a lot," Harriman said, ignorant of Tom's thoughts, still doing useless brainstorming that kept getting farther and farther from the truth, "Slytherin's pure-blood wizard, then this The prison cell should be a dungeon of a pure blood family, and only those gentlemen who are high on weekdays like to do this kind of shady things that breed insects and rats. There should be an anti-apparition spell here. From the performance of this kid Laikai, he should have plotted behind his family's back and caught me. If so, then as long as I trick him into giving me my wand, I can find an opportunity to kidnap him, not only to escape, but also to get more The advantage... Hehe, I haven't killed the son of such a big family yet, I wonder if the wailing has a kind of extravagance."

"I must remind you again, Fritz Harriman," Tom reminded kindly, "your wand will only be a drag in this room."

Harriman only regarded Tom's words as a clumsy threat, he didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to refine his speculation: "He knows my name, knows my great achievements, it seems that he is a person who admires black magic but does not understand the way. Stupid, he may admire me and want to learn more black magic from me to satisfy his thirst for power... So who should this kid be? The dungeon at home has this level of protection, Should be from a big family, Malfoy? No, it's too far, I was plotted in London, so his last name should be... Black!"

Harriman raised his head abruptly, the information he had read from Prussia flashed through his mind quickly, he took a deep breath, lowered his voice, looked at Tom out of the corner of his eyes, and said in a hoarse tone that pretended to be high: "Alfred? Blake, I know what you want."

Tom was stunned. He didn't expect that the high talk he wasted half a day waiting for was actually such a funny and crazy talk. Although it was funny enough to please his recently bored and depressed mood, he deeply felt a sense of being overwhelmed. Fooled offended, fell into silence.

"What you want is nothing but power, isn't it? The power that can control other people's emotions, life and even destiny at will, belongs to the power of black magic," Harriman looked at Tom's performance with satisfaction. In his opinion, this The young man fell into panic and panic because of the exposure of his identity, but in order to make Tom not so nervous, there was a touch of intimacy in his tone, "I feel your yearning for strength, you caught me, this is The great things that countless people want to do but can't do, child, I am willing to share this power and glory with you."

Tom didn't hear what he was saying at all, and he noticed the most important point in Harriman's thinking - he had information on almost all wizarding families in Britain, and was detailed enough to deduce that he was Alphard in a few minutes, although This result is ridiculous, but he can still feel the deep malice of the British who came across the ocean to the seemingly isolated island outside the storm.

He was silent for a moment, threw his wand to Harriman, nodded and said, "Yes, I'm Alphard Black, you're amazing."

"If you have power and insight into the heart, you can be as sharp as I am, young man," Harriman smiled and caught the wand that Tom had thrown, feeling the moment the wand fell into his palm. The vitality brought by the unobstructed magic power, and then, Harriman, who seemed to be weak but was actually full of chocolate frogs and black bread every day, suddenly burst into flames, raised his wand, pointed at Tom with a smirk, and shouted, "Gouging out the bone. !"

Looking at the green electric light that made Tom unable to react, Harriman's mouth grinned, and the powder on his face was cracked due to the exaggerated expression, looking more funny than a circus clown.

"This is the real Cruciatus, do you think you just made me feel pain?" Harriman grinned, "The offense and defense are reversed, idiot!"

"I reminded you..." In the magic light of the Cruciatus, Tom said helplessly, but thinking that the person in front of him was a fool, he finally gave up the idea of ​​persuasion, shook his head and sighed, "Forget it."

Why didn't he show a pained expression? Harriman didn't have time to think, the next second, the curse pouring out from the end of the wand swallowed him, he turned the humiliation of being imprisoned for many days into malice, and launched it at the hateful Tom, which should have been a perfect one. Cruciatus, but how can it be, the object of the curse is himself.

The pain Harriman had never experienced engulfed him completely.

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"Kill me..." I don't know how long~www.readwn.com~ Harriman lay on the ground weakly, pursing his lips like a salted fish.

"That's why you're taking your **** as a treasure," Tom continued to humiliate him mercilessly, "your idea was so wrong from the first sentence, and it's a blessing that you can keep going. "

"kill me……"

"No, you don't want to die," Tom tugged at his hair and lifted his face off the floor. "How can someone who licks chocolate frogs clean every day want to die?"

Harriman stared blankly at "Alphard"'s eyes. These bottomless black eyes were like spotlights, swept him transparently, and pinched his vulnerability precisely through the mottled clown-like makeup. And stubborn heart.

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