My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Listen, Nobby Ritchie, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Hey...who are you?"

"Don't move!" Tom held him down, took a look at him, and shook his head, "Damn, how much is poured... The potion of chaos will last for at least two days."

"What are you doing? Why are you pulling my hair?" Richie muttered and lowered his head, touched the bald part of his scalp that Tom had pulled out, and shrank in the esophagus of the giant snake like a molested maid. "Why so rude..."

After receiving Richie who fell into the mouth of the snake, Tom lifted his shirt and found a bottle of "Veritaserum" in the lined medicine bag. He roughly pinched Richie's constantly struggling chin and pushed him He opened his mouth and shoved the opened bottle in.

As the Veritaserum slid down Rich's throat, his twitching limbs stopped moving, and he seemed to be asleep.

"I don't want that either," Tom asked, shaking his head and raising Rich's face. "Who are you? What do you do?"

"Nobby Ritchie." Ritchie said dazedly, drooling at the corners of his mouth, "Minister of Magic."

"It's me," Tom asked very quickly, checking the whites of his eyes again, which were covered by his lids, "whose plan is this time to come to Diagonal Lane?"

"I... myself."

"You disrupted a more important plan? Gnar told me someone would protect you while he was gone, but what about the people?"

"I think the naysayers...they're gone, the thriving slanted side lanes, Britain has never had such a gratifying pomp," Ritchie's face beamed with happiness, "our lovely Muggles are thriving too, I Thinking it could speed things up, they instituted some better policies, and even the most stubborn people supported—"

"Okay, next question," Tom interrupted, with a quick Q&A like a quick answer show, "your real allies, do they know?"

"I don't know." Rich gave the answer without hesitation. "I think we all have our own plans, but our goals are the same."

"You're such an idiot, your allies didn't protect you to make you a megalomaniac," Tom's eyes showed disgust, the effect of the Veritaserum was coming to an end, he asked in a deep voice, "Chaos Potion can't detoxify immediately, I have a very cruel method to keep you awake for a moment, are you willing to use this method to atone for your sins?"

"Do not--"

"Very well, if you want, it's your own choice," Tom lowered his head, and a small black snake emerged from his neckline and bit Nobby Ritchie's neck fiercely, "I love you There is only one request, Richie, to be your ally."

The venom squeezed from the fangs emitted a green light in the dark snake belly that was enough to illuminate the expressions of the two of them. The moment it entered Richie's veins, his heart began to beat wildly, and his body arched back uncontrollably, but he didn't know what to do. Where did the group of snakes come from and have nailed the minister here like a cross.

Tom pulled his collar and pulled Richie's face in front of him. In the small space in the snake's belly, the two looked at each other almost face to face. Tom's scarlet eyes were like two ghost fires, piercing deeply. Deep in Richie's heart, a sudden colicky pain in his chest made his back arch instinctively, like a cooked shrimp, and like sleeping in his mother's belly.

"Ah-"

Richie waved his hands randomly, trying to cover his chest, but in the belly of the giant snake, there was no room for it to do so.

"listen!"

Tom's knees were slightly bent, and he slammed into Richie's belly. The blood mixed with stomach acid choked out of his mouth, and dripped down the corner of his mouth onto the stomach wall of the giant snake. The mixed venom gave off a stench, making the The smell in the film space is even more unpleasant, and Tom's method of detoxification is very rough. Since the toxin of the beetle can make people lose their minds, it is enough to find it back.

So, he used another potion--a potion that the ancient dark wizards were fond of to keep captives awake when they were tortured--this potion, because of its cruelty and all the horrors it brought, Even the name has not been passed down, but at this moment, its domineering medicinal power is the most suitable for Richie, despite the pain, it can be sober.

The double pain caused Richie's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, and his well-maintained face was now covered with dense, cobweb-like hills, blood vessels that swelled to protrude the skin, and black and green venom just Like the colors that are always difficult to blend on the palette, a protracted tug-of-war is launched on Richie's body,

After waiting for a few seconds, Richie's struggle weakened, replaced by trembling of all muscles.

"Are you awake?"

Tom slapped Richie's face with a backhand, causing his right cheek to swell up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The potion Tom used made Richie's perception of pain far more than usual at the moment, but the young minister didn't have too much. reaction, because the pain of alternating venom in the blood vessels had already numbed him.

He twitched his neck stiffly and nodded.

"You know what? You've been a joke since seven o'clock this morning." Tom sneered, staring at him. "But you just agreed with me on the drug, and you still look like a man."

"Who are you?"

Richie's voice was so weak that even a simple speech would cause him to pass out enough pain, but sadly, he could only stay awake, even more so than the previous decades of his life combined. Much more awake.

"You can think of me as Nelson."

"You're not him...he wouldn't be like that." Richie's eye-frames swelled up so that he couldn't see the dark surroundings at all.

"It doesn't make any difference," Tom said. "My actions and my thoughts are no different, except that I don't care more, and I won't accommodate a fool like you. I'm a person with no bottom line, if you talk more , I don't mind playing your part forever in the future."

"All right."

"Your Aurors are sacrificing for you. In order not to let their efforts be in vain, I will teach those people a lesson in blood." Tom said, "I feel sick for your patience, you hear the muggles cry. Have you shouted? During the boring process of encircling the point to fight for help, those people's entertainment is to torture them, and your attempts to influence the stubborn enemy will only hurt more people who support you."

"you can not--"

"Listen," Tom covered Rich's mouth and smiled, "I'm not discussing with you, understand?"

"..."

"Some people will never know the pain if you don't hit him," Tom whispered. "They'll even know your kindness, and then they'll take an inch. Red is the easiest color to remember, especially blood."

"They're just tools."

"Yes, the tools bleed, and the people who use them will be afraid," Tom's eyes showed the suppressed madness, which made Richie shudder, who could only see two red lights, "Don't you worship Grindelwald? Grindelwald gains strength from fear, and those who can spread fear are stronger. Fear and grace are the cornerstones of supporting people's coupling. You only have grace, and I will spread fear for you."

"Are you afraid?" Tom said softly, letting go of Richie, patting the fold of his collar for him, "did you feel it?"

Richie nodded hard.

"Do you have the confidence to maintain the following fear to a level that is just enough for you?"

"I--"

"You have." Tom continued to straighten Richie's tie. "Think about how Shafiq does it. You know better than anyone that as long as you follow their logic, a barking wolf will become a dangling pet dog."

"I have……"

"Yes, that's it." Tom rubbed his hair and brushed it out. "You have to adapt to the changes after waking up, understand?"

"Um."

"Go to sleep," in Tom's voice, Richie slowly closed his eyes, the pain seemed to be detaching from his body, gradually seeping into the soul, his expression soon became peaceful, surrounded by snakes Go down, fall deep, "You useless pig teammates."

After Nobby Ritchie fell into the depths, Tom sighed, took out a pumpkin-shaped bottle containing a transparent liquid from his pocket, and said to the depths of the snake's belly, "When you wake up, remember, no matter what happens today You did everything."

"Even if you killed Grindelwald?" A faint question came from below.

"Grindelwald is not here..." Tom held his forehead. "Yes, even if Grindelwald died here today, you must say that you did it."

He waited for a while, and there was no response from his feet. In the glass bottle in Tom's hand, the original transparent potion had turned into a sticky and dull gray. Tom squeezed his nose and drank the liquid in the bottle. , and casually threw the bottle down.

"Boom!"

"Hey... Who hit me?" Richie's voice came from a distance, "Huh? Where's my hair?"

...

"Kill... kill them?"

Looking at Rich who gave the order, the Aurors looked at each other, they looked at the wand in their hands, and then looked at the enemies surrounding them.

The minister may be crazy, and he can't even tell the simple ones.

"I allow you to use more powerful spells when your life is threatened. Any spells you cast today will not be evidence against you in the future."

After being hit by the small silver balls, the still-strong Knights bus roared with the roar of the engine starting, the ground vibrated, and the smoke and dust dispersed. When the vision was clear again, the Knights had long since disappeared. Instead, they shuttled through the enemy lines. There are several tall silver shadows in the middle.

Seeing the formation of the enemy scattered by the attack of the buses, the scattered Aurors were stunned. They hadn't waited for reinforcements, but the reliable reinforcements were always by their side.

"Paul, what are you thinking?" The Minister turned around and smiled at the Auror who had been protecting him. "How could I not know your name?"

"Minister..." Paul stared blankly at the minister who was still in a trance just now. Although he seemed to calm down now, it gave him an even crazier feeling. He felt his aching body full of strength.

Will Foley know his name? Will Shafiq know? The director of the Auror office may not be able to call everyone by name, right?

He stood up from the ground, holding his wand, and walked step by step towards the changed minister.

"Whoosh!"

A spell flew from a distance, but was blocked by Tom's spell when it was about to hit the Auror. "Nobby Rich" smiled at the Auror who was protecting him and nodded, " protect yourself."

The Auror, Paul, only felt a fire in his chest ignited. He picked up his wand, let out an incomprehensible roar, and rushed across the street.

"Nobby Ritchie" pointed his wand at the prison escapers who were distracted. Behind him, one after another Auror got up from the ground again and rushed towards the opposite side.

"Go, my soldiers."

...

"What's that?" Tom saw a familiar figure on a stretcher not far away. He narrowed his eyes, pointed at the man and asked, "Why is he here?"

"We haven't identified him yet, Minister," said Paul, who stood nervously aside, flipping through the pamphlet in his hand, "our house in the middle of Diagonal Lane - you know, to show us The owner of the dilapidated house that values ​​Muggles and the spirit of the contract is Mr. Richard Jewell—found him next to ~www.readwn.com~, and we also found traces of battle and two seriously injured people at the scene. fugitive."

"Um."

"We speculate that he may be protecting the Muggles who have not yet evacuated. Relying on the terrain brought by the special glass that sealed the house, he started a battle with the dark wizard. We used the flashback spell to see one of the fugitives using the thunderbolt. A wide range of destructive spells including explosions, but the street is not much damaged." Paul explained, "But it may be because he is inexperienced, in fact, stepping back a little, relying on two alleys will have more damage. Good results."

"continue."

"According to the testimony of witnesses," Paul continued, "he first attacked one of the fugitives, then confronted the other, and then—"

"I see," Tom interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Send it directly to Abbott's house."

"Is this Aibo's family?" Paul asked in surprise, "Okay, I'll go and order it."

"Wait a minute," Tom stopped him. "Send St. Mungo's first."

"What about these fugitives?"

"Severely injured will be sent directly to Azkaban, and those who are not seriously injured will be taken back to the Ministry for torture."

"You...are you saying the opposite?"

"Um?"

"I see, Minister Rich!"

Paul lowered his head, afraid to look into the minister's eyes.

"Hahaha, Richie, I'm relieved to see that you're all right," after Paul left, a hearty laugh came from not far away, Tom raised his eyelids and saw a fat figure squirming slowly Come over, "Fortunately you persevered, or we almost missed out."

"It's just in time."

Tom sneered and bowed his head, ignoring him.

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