My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's… looking at us."

Anyone would be afraid of being stared at by a behemoth like Alexander, especially when he and his companions who gave him a sense of security were completely surrounded by that straight beam of light, the red sun-like one-eyed eyes. The ancient symbol flashed, dazzling those who paid attention to it.

The wizards were quickly disorganized, and some had already begun to flee in fright, but soon the crowd re-formed under the command of experienced Aurors, and the spaces they had left for reinforcements had been filled, despite the formation. Much smaller, but definitely more compact, which is the best and fastest solution at the moment when it is confirmed that reinforcements will not arrive.

The Aurors quickly sorted out their equipment. Ironically, the source of many of the protective gear was inextricably linked with Nelson. Watching their performance of returning to their state quickly, Nelson, who had reached the edge of the platform above Alexander's head, wrinkled. Eyebrows, this is completely different from the no-name army I have encountered before.

He lowered his head, clenched his fist, released his hand, and repeated this action. The black ring on his **** shone in the night, as if excited by the possibility of a ghost.

"What a hassle...Nar."

Tom stepped forward, walked to the edge of the platform above Alexander's head with his hands behind his back, and stood side by side with Nelson, overlooking everything on the ground. Under the aftermath of the battle between the two giant beasts, Berlin had long lost sight of its former prosperity, and Tom was too. This is the first time I stand at such a high place and look down at all living beings. Those people who are rarely seen on weekdays are not much smaller than ants at this moment, and in their eyes, the two people above Alexander's head are only indistinguishable pixels. , not to mention that only the sun hanging high in the sky remained in their sight.

"It makes my blood surging. Are we an enemy of the world like this?"

The hem of Tom's coat swayed with the high wind, and his soft black hair fluttered wildly, like a flame that burns everything, and like a bush that grows wild, under the agitation of magic, he almost In the blink of an eye, the desire in the bottom of my heart was aroused. The eyes were terrifyingly red, like a torrent of fresh blood flowing. It was twisted, but Nelson around him didn't feel the slightest bit of fear or fear because of his appearance. He just glanced at him and looked away.

His gaze was not only on the wizards who were shrouded in Alexander's gaze, but also on the broken cities, on the Muggles who ran out of the scarred buildings and stopped in the streets, on the muggles who cast their arms towards Alexander. It was either numbness or praying eyes.

The Adam's apple rolled gently around his neck, and Nelson shook his head. He was about to speak, but Jokunda, who was behind him, took a step forward and spoke before him.

"Do not!"

Although she is a few years older, she is not as flat as Nelson and Tom, but her eyes are full of anger, staring at an inconspicuous witch in the corner of the International Federation of Wizards, her jaws are vigorously agitating, Gritting his teeth, he said, "They are... the enemy of the world."

Nelson tilted his head and looked at Tom, who turned his head, with a knowing smile on his face.

The belly of the penguin sitting in the forest in the distance is still burning with flames for slaughter and destruction, but it is completely enclosed by the ice sculpture, like a bright wall lamp, lighting up half of the night in Berlin.

"From a tactical point of view, Gnar, I think we should take out those guys who look a little strong over there while they're still on their feet," Tom squinted, he seemed interested in fighting, especially The battle of magic has an almost instinctive acuity. With the light in Alexander's eyes exposed without blind spots, he quickly noticed several dangerous wizards in the crowd. Tom's body, although they can't really see each other, but for senior wizards, they locked each other's opponents, Tom shook his head and continued, "But from your standpoint, it seems that we shouldn't take the initiative to attack. ...but that doesn't matter, these guys can't beat us."

Qiao Kunda behind the two clutched her chest, and a sense of nausea and dizziness struck, not only because of the cold and thin air at the heights, but also because the words she just shouted had consumed all her courage. I can't even imagine the state of mind in which Tom made such a brazen and arrogant declaration.

"What are we supposed to do..."

She shouted silently in her heart, her feet were soft, she had never seen such a scene, picking a few from the group of people under her feet was enough to form the configuration that destroyed the happy home. In her opinion, The three people, including himself, are no different from the dead.

"Don't worry, Jojo..."

In a trance, Qiao Kunda heard the voice of the old hunter, which seemed to be mixed with snow and wind. She slowly raised her head, and before she knew it, tears had already covered her cheeks. Before coming to Berlin, the melons had already decided that this might be their last battle, so they put on light makeup on her face. The heavy rain and exhaustion did not damage her makeup in the slightest, but at this moment, under the wash of tears , her face seemed to be wearing a funny mask, the hills and ravines of different shades were covered with young but weathered faces, her eyes widened, the figure of old hunter Nelson disappeared, and the blizzard all over the Great Lakes disappeared, Only Nelson, who seemed to have light in the night, was bending over and reaching out to help her up.

"Jokunda, is it harder to win a sure-fire battle than to ride a broom across the Atlantic?" Nelson blinked and smiled, "Isn't that what you said? They are against the world, through the ages. , but no one has accomplished the pioneering work of winning the world."

"But..." Qiao Kunda was at a loss for words, but she said it herself, and she was unwilling to refute the justice that must prevail in her heart.

"Look."

Nelson took a step forward, and a thunder burst out from the clear night sky, illuminating the night pale, illuminating the naive penguins in the suburban forest, and lighting up the towering towers in the depths of the southern mountains, and the thunder was hanging high in the air. The stars circulated among the stars, and the jumping electric light connected them together. The Aurors recruited by the International Federation of Wizards cast their defensive magic in time, but nothing strange happened.

The old wizard stepped out of the crowd, raised his hand and shook it. The Aurors pulled their defenses. He raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky. With his complicated expression, no one could see what he was thinking.

Nelson's left hand was taken out of his pocket, and a small gleaming silver ball was spinning at his fingertips, splitting into two and four, gradually becoming uncountable in a rotation so fast that an afterimage was about to appear. Clear, endless.

Under the control of the magic wand, these small silver **** that are difficult to grasp by sight fly around the city. At the same time, they are located in every wizarding settlement, and the water curtain that was built for the broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament was the first time in many years. , suddenly lit up again.

…

In the towers of Nurmengard, Grindelwald was resting with his eyes squinting when suddenly bright light pried open a slit in his squinted eyelids. He looked out of the window, the window facing the north was lit by a distant light. It was bright, he stood up, refreshed himself from his long work, and walked to the window. The city of Nurmengard was echoing with endless exclamations. After Nelson left, every day here is more than yesterday. Prosperity, but it seems to be missing something, the daily surprises of his time? Or a life without Nelson that blows out and gets better every day?

The wizards living in Nurmengard are very satisfied. In the center of the city, in the square below the library, the torch in the hand of the statue of Pitia became brighter and brighter, and finally, a vigorous mist of water spewed from the flame. , condensed in the air, the water curtain that had not been seen for a long time reappeared in front of people's eyes, night owls gathered in the square with friends and companions, staring attentively at the dim picture.

Grindelwald's beard twitched, he put on his coat and walked out of the door. Several saints did not know how long they had been waiting at the door.

"What's up?"

Grindelwald took a brand-new wand from one of them, held it in his left hand and waved it a few times at will, sparks splashed everywhere, and a printed chain tightly embedded in the skin was exposed under the raised sleeve, and the wand was quickly in his hand. Aging collapsed, and the wooden staff made a rotting and fractured cry, revealing the dragon's heartstrings wrapped in the core of the staff. The nerves that were fresh and young not long ago now seem to have been dug from an old dragon who has been dead for an unknown number of years. of.

The small sparks hit the wall, and the thick black stone bricks were easily corroded into deep pits the size of fists. He shook his head, squeezed the broken wand, and raised his left hand to the outside of the handrail of the stairs. Loosen, the wand fell into the bottomless abyss of the spiral staircase.

Several wizards followed the frequency of his footsteps and retreated. The wizard who offered the wand hurriedly took out a new box from behind. Grindelwald took out another wand from it. In his pocket, he turned to look at the other person.

"Lord Grindelwald, this is an official letter from the International Federation of Wizards."

"Oh? They're looking for me, what's the matter?" Grindelwald seemed to ask knowingly, and yawned along the way.

"Lord Wilttening... No, the careerist Nelson Williams started a war in Berlin. They want to ask for your assistance, provide some transportation and supplies, preferably combat power." The wizard He swallowed and continued, "The water curtain downstairs in the library opened on its own, and we can't control it. This may be the magic left by its inventor... It was used at a critical moment."

"When did those guys need a notorious dark wizard to protect them?" Grindelwald said something ironic, but there was no irony in his indifferent tone, not even a rhetorical tone, he Without even glancing at the wizard, he said softly, "Pay attention to your wording, there is no careerist as you say, and now we have to smuggle food in every day to prevent you from starving to death."

"Yes...Yes," the wizard holding the official letter swallowed hard, but couldn't swallow it, and said, "Na... Lord Vertning, he wants to help Muggles defeat wizards, and your proposition... Contrary, so, that's why I, just..."

"What does Ai's look like?" Grindelwald walked past him, and the wizard who didn't catch up with the speed accelerated under the feet, but rolled down the stairs, only to hear Grindelwald's voice spinning into his ears , "Just say whatever you want. Nurmengard didn't deprive you of your right to open your mouth, but did Nelson say he was going to beat us? Did he say he was going to take my head?"

"No...no."

"We're not the kind of rogue army that fights every battle, young man," Grindelwald's figure had come to the bottom of the black tower in the blink of an eye. In the patio of the spiral staircase, a whole pile of broken wands had piled up. The floor is like a cemetery. "Let the saints gather. Let's wait until dawn. Before that, you can go to the library to observe and observe. What kind of people should do great things."

The door of the black tower closed silently, and Grindelwald stood at the bottom of the tower. People rushing towards the library would always stop and salute when they saw him. He nodded as a greeting, raised his left hand, deeply The silver chain that tightly tightened his skin was connected to a touch of metallic color in the palm of the virtual hands, and his eyes of different colors flickered, and he murmured: "Have you started yet?"

…

In London, Martha, who was running wild with her skirt, knocked on the door of Room 4 on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron. Myrtle, who was sleepy, waited for a while before opening the door. These days, she was waiting for the results of the interview at the Ministry of Magic. She has been living here all the time, and the tenants on the same floor have been woken up, UU reading www. uukanshu. com glared at the two men who disturbed the people in the middle of the night.

The glared Myrtle immediately woke up, dragged Masha in, and closed the door. She thought something happened to Masha, and asked nervously, "What happened?"

"Have you read the magazine?"

"Magazine? What magazine?"

Martha sat down on Myrtle's bed, took out a copy of "The Quibbler" that was rolled into a paper tube from her bosom, and turned to the last page. The inks fuse together, forming successive, ever-changing comic strips as the magazine unfolds.

Simple lines outline a young man with light hair, and the two of them can see at a glance that the person in the picture is Nelson.

He stepped on a square metal plate and flew down from the head of the towering giant. At his destination, countless Aurors were raising their wands, the tips of which were densely pointed at him.

He opened his mouth, and a circle framed by a black line suddenly appeared in the blank of the picture, and a line of small characters slowly emerged.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nelson Wilttening Williams, a man."

In the crowd, an old wizard stood up, and a dialog box appeared beside him: "Your parents and I are old acquaintances, if they knew that the child they desperately protected had become the most shocking criminal of this century, I'm afraid will be disappointed."

Martha felt that the magazine in her hand suddenly became thicker, the back cover struggled at her fingertips, she quickly broke free, and a thick new page burst out. The descriptions of the events presented on the screen also appeared line by line in a separate corner.

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