My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"what happened?"

The once prosperous Xianbian Alley has now been swallowed up by the billowing smoke and dust. There are collapsed shops and cracked roads everywhere. The buried pipe network is exposed to the air. Sewage and clean water spew out and twist into a road on the ground. The turbulent stream was full of screams and cries, mixed with the "whoosh" sound of magic spells flying through the air.

Tom clutched his mouth and nose and quickly passed through the smoke and dust, pulling away the fleeing people and moving in the direction of Nobby Ritchie's speech. From time to time, there were flames in the distance, but the two sides of the battle seemed to have negotiated, except for the sentence "You You can't do that," and there was not the slightest pre-war harsh words spread out.

He quickened his pace and ran against the crowd.

Just as he walked quickly through an alley, a hand stretched out and grabbed his trouser leg.

Tom's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to see a wounded man struggling to hide in the alley. He held Tom's trousers tightly, and his chest was gradually smeared red.

Tom looked intently. The wounded man was wearing an Auror's robe, with a sharp shard of glass stuck in his chest. The part just exposed to the air was a full foot long. He bent down, took the Auror's hand away, and looked at him. There was also a gradually expanding pool of blood under him, which was a penetrating injury. Although he was staring in his direction, Tom did not feel that he was being watched. The pupils of the Auror had already spread. Tom shook his head and crouched down. Auror's side, holding his neck and letting him lean on his lap.

"What happened?"

"Hurry up... run, don't... don't go in." The Auror groped Tom's sleeve, grabbed it shiveringly, and said, "Inside...there are too many people, you...if you see a wizard—"

"I'm a wizard." Tom stretched out his wand and pressed it against the Auror's chest. A green light flashed, and a cloud of glowing slime clung to the bleeding wound. He squeezed the **** glass and squeezed his wrist. , "Be patient."

"Pfft—"

The Auror's body spasmed violently, the blood pouring out of the wound like a fountain, and Tom wiped his bloodied face with his sleeve, which made the blood dizzy and made his face look like it was smeared. The red mask of the war pattern is normal.

He continued to use his wand to manipulate the green goo to mend the Auror's body, but it didn't take long for Tom to put down his wand and give up, he shook his head, the Auror's heart had been torn apart, and I'm afraid only a senior therapist could Repairing, he only had a few words left.

"Thanks...Thanks." The Auror raised his hand, and his eyes regained a trace of clarity. He saw Tom's face and pulled out a smile, "I...I seem to have seen you on the Chocolate Frog... poof—the Chocolate Frog picture."

Blood spurted out of his mouth as if he didn't want money, mixed with pieces of internal organs and glass **** visible to the naked eye.

"Do you have anything to say?" Tom asked in a deep voice, looking into his eyes.

"I... um? Is there no help?" The Auror was stunned for a moment, and soon saw the situation in Tom's eyes. His pupils shrank rapidly in despair, but quickly opened up, and his eyes turned to one side. , "Damn... Brown is dead for nothing."

Tom followed his gaze. Deeper in the alley, a man dressed like him was sitting on the ground, leaning leaning against the wall. He was dead.

"I... think I can still be saved, and I have to support him... his wife and children," the Auror in Tom's arms murmured and retracted his gaze, smiled bitterly, and his voice was blurred by the blood accumulated in his mouth, but After Tom was glued to his chest, his speech finally stopped being intermittent. He seemed to be in a lot of energy. He grabbed Tom's sleeve and said forcefully, "Damn... get out of here, there are too many people inside, Rich... Rich... The minister's loudspeaker was cursed and it was a premeditated attack."

"who is it?"

"Azkaban... the guards were under the Imperius Curse, as... as early as two months ago, ahem," said the Auror, coughing, "this was a premeditated attack, and the Dementors weren't there. Right, at seven o'clock this morning."

"Seven o'clock?" Tom keenly captured this time and asked, "And then?"

"But we didn't get the news until three o'clock in the afternoon, when Minister Ritchie had arrived at Diagonal Lane," the Auror spoke faster and faster, "It stands to reason that any police information about Azkaban will be guaranteed. I'll be the first to know, but..."

"Is the attacker a fugitive from Azkaban?"

"Those we can arrest, of course we can arrest a second time..."

The Auror's voice became smaller and smaller until he uttered "Run" again, and closed his eyes completely.

Tom stood up, placed him and the Auror named Brown, was silent for a moment, used his wand to create a brick wall to seal the alley, turned and continued to head towards Nobby Ritchie.

"Don't die."

The movements under his feet were getting faster and faster, but as he approached the bustling area, the flow of people fleeing became more and more dense.

After Tom ripped off a gentleman who was running away with his secretary, he was about to bump into a crying child. The child's mother saw the madman rushing towards him and grabbed the child's hand in horror, but it was too late. .

Just when she closed her eyes and couldn't bear to see the child being knocked into the air, Tom waved his wand and jumped up, leaping over the child's head with a big stride. Under the gaze of the crowd, Tom did not land after taking off. Instead, it turned into a dark whirlwind in the air. The strong wind pressure brought by the whirlwind instantly crushed the surrounding smoke and dust. The fleeing Muggles and wizards looked at the black smoke like a miracle. Roaring and rushing towards the direction where they fled, behind Tom, a dull vortex slowly formed in the sky, and the dark clouds that weighed the top of Mount Tai were accompanied by the sound of dragon-like thunder with an unstoppable momentum towards the direction of the inclined side alley. Rolled over.

Although it was shocking, it really didn't look like any decent magic. After a few seconds of silence, the crowd ran away in more fearful screams.

…

"Aren't we going to do something?"

Christian climbed up from the back seat in dismay, looked at the empty co-pilot and Aibo with the steering wheel printed on his face in the front row, and whispered, the dark clouds in the sky were getting closer, and the surrounding temperature was much lower.

She huddled under the seat, clasped her knees with her hands, tried her best to keep her head down, and glanced vigilantly out of the car window from time to time. The attack reminded her of a previous experience, and she didn't even notice that she was shaking violently. The car also began to shake.

Ai Bo looked at the marks on his face on the rearview mirror, turned around with a twitch of his mouth, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Help the Ministry of Magic, or—"

"Help the Ministry of Magic?"

"Or treat the wounded," Christian whispered, "do something within our power."

"Treat the wounded? Are you serious?"

"We can't just sit here and watch!"

"Yes, we can't do this, I should send you home," Aibo's chest heaved violently, his hands on the steering wheel turned white from the long-term pressure, he turned his head, and said with a heavy breath, "Tom Riddle has gone, he's a contender for this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, the last Triwizard champion, and if there's something he can't do, you think we'll go Can you help?"

"We can't look at it like this!"

"We can't do anything," this pampered young master has never experienced such a thing. The most recent attack to him was in the Triwizard Tournament, but he just graduated that year, and even the whole picture is only in the What he saw in the newspaper, he closed his eyes tightly, as if he could not see the situation outside the window, "We don't need to do anything, there is a division of labor in society, and we don't have to do things that are not under our control."

"I didn't expect you to be a coward! Aibo!" Christian's vocal cords were as dry as air leaks, and she angrily scolded Aibo, "Don't think I don't know, you playboy, you are afraid of death!"

"What are you kidding?" Abbott turned the steering wheel and stared at Christian, "There are ministers and Aurors in Diagonal Lane, there are defenses set up before, and reinforcements from Tom Riddle, simple Riots can be easily quelled, and if they can't do it, what's the use of us? I'm not good at fighting at all, and you're only going to cause trouble for your brother!"

"I'm not a trouble!" Aibo's words stinged the scar deep inside Christian's heart. She covered her head and let out a hysterical roar. The voice echoed in the small enclosed space in the car. Tinnitus, "I'm not one, trouble!"

"You're so reckless," Abbott said in a chant-like tone, "yes, I'm a coward, but I'm not a playboy, I don't even have the guts to ask your name, your safety is the most important thing Yes, your brother must think so too..."

"But I don't think so!"

Christian screamed, the justice she believed in did not allow her to watch disaster happen in front of her eyes, but her past and ability repeatedly emphasized: "You are a useless person."

"Boom!"

There was an explosion that could be heard outside, and the street they were in began to tremble. The dark clouds floating from the sky had covered most of the street, and the sky in the distance was lightning and thunder, and the surging The clouds are like countless poisonous snakes entangled together, which is daunting and tiresome.

A more tragic cry came. She pushed the door handle and opened the car door. Seeing this, Aibo took a deep breath and got out of the car first.

"Are you going?" Christian was a little overjoyed, "I apologize for what I just said, give me a hand, thanks—"

"You're still a student at Hogwarts, aren't you? Miss," Abbott closed his eyes again as he did in the car. He took a few breaths, rolled up his sleeves, and slammed the door shut, trying to get out of the car. Christian's face came out and slammed into the thickened glass. She didn't care about her red nose, she turned the handle of the door with all her strength. Aibo watched her silently through the window. He cursed and shook his head helplessly. After fumbling for a while on the car door, he found a button and pressed it gently, "Wait here, let the graduates find a way."

Christian wanted to break the car door with magic violence, but Aibo seemed to think of this, showing Christian her wand - before getting out of the car, he got it.

The sound from the car couldn't get through the car, and the sound from outside couldn't get into the car either. Christian slapped the locked window frantically, watching the slowly rising steel plate engraved with rune at the door to smash the outside. The scene was obscured, and only Ai Bo's back could be seen in the gap. Soon, the inside of the car became like a secret room, with only a faint light above the driver's seat.

Christian looked at the light, angry in her heart, and wanted to pull out the wand, but remembered that the wand had been taken away by Aibo, and she was so embarrassed that she touched a hard object beside her, which was taken by Aibo before picking up Tom. The toy she bought was a monkey that could play with the horizontal bar with its tail, and she threw the monkey forcefully towards the light.

"boom!"

"Zizi..."

The lights flickered weakly, and Christian was actually lost. The inside of the car was quickly plunged into darkness where no fingers could be seen. Christian curled up helplessly and let out a sob that could not be heard outside.

…

In the depths of the inclined side alley, the buses of the Knights who were cruising on weekdays were jammed around the stage where Richie gave a speech, and the remaining Aurors relied on the built terrain to resist the attack of the surrounding enemies.

Richie leaned against the podium, clutching his chest, and an Auror squatted beside him, bandaging his wound.

"How long can it last?"

"They're not aggressive, Minister," said the Auror, raising his head and looking at the surrounding battle, "The distress signal has been sent, and now we can only stand firm and wait for reinforcements."

"I shouldn't have asked him to go..."

Richie closed his eyes in pain, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Across the street not far away, a fat wizard was hiding behind a bench, fishing in troubled waters under the firepower of his teammates.

"Hey, haven't you fought yet?" A hearty voice came from behind him.

"What are you talking about?" the fat wizard retorted, "Are you drinking too much? Do you dare to shoot down? We have to delay them until they succeed."

"What did you do?"

"No, were you not there when the battle plan was made? Or was your brain sucked by the dementors?" The fat wizard turned his head and saw a handsome dark-haired young man smiling at him, thinking that he was too young when he was young So handsome, he said patiently, "If you're really itchy, just grab a few Muggles and kill them, don't make trouble for me, you know? We need to give those who infiltrated the Ministry of Magic... wait, Who are you?"

"thanks."

Tom smiled, the wand pressed against the fat wizard's chest, a cloud of blood splashed out from the fat wizard's back, Tom supported his shoulders, as if hugging, he gently put the fat wizard on the ground, stuffed it. Under the bench, I watched the fierce exchange of fire not far away, thought for a moment, took out a small silver ball from my pocket, aimed at the group of bus knights, and threw it away.

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