My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Under the blood-colored light of the artificial sun, Nelson's flying hair was as dazzling as flames, and the sweat beads on his forehead were like dazzling gems, set in that firm, black-and-white face like an ancient Greek sculpture. The rich darkness under the eyes is washed by the blue primary color, which makes people think of the stormy sea and the calm and peaceful after the storm.

The old wizard recognized the elder wand tightly clenched in his left hand. The unique material reminded people of the ancient legends that have been circulated among wizards for thousands of years. The turbid pupils suddenly tightened, and the disappearing old wand was finally going to be there. After being silent for over a hundred years, has **** storms reignited among wizards?

He didn't bother to think too much, the elite Aurors were surrounded from both sides, and the layers of barriers distorted the light that Nelson and he fell into each other's eyes, as if looking at a fun mirror, his heart was because of Nelson's Zhang was stopped for half a minute because of his exaggerated and exaggerated face.

Nelson's body stretched into the shape of a bow in mid-air, and he couldn't stop his speed as he rushed to this point in the flicker of Apparition. He was about to collide with the iron armor in front of him, the black walnut wand in his right hand. Raised high, the fragments of the mayfly that were smashed in the melee were attracted by the wand and gathered towards him. At this moment, its brilliance even covered the prestige of the Elder Wand, so that everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on it.

Countless fine fragments were peeled from the sewage and scorched mud, and swept the world in an instant. The light in the eyes of the Aurors was repeatedly refracted between the mirrors, and the people who were included fell into a piece that was even more magical than magic. The strange world of magic, the eyes meet in places that do not belong to their path, for a time, the world seems to be filled with silver butterflies suddenly pouring in, their twinkling wings reflect a pair of eyes that are determined or ignorant , and even the sight of the surrounding Muggles broke in, converging in a daze.

The countless pieces of metal seem to have their own consciousness. Although they are flying around, there has never been any two pieces colliding. In such a messy scene, there is not even a single noise, and the shouts of the Aurors are in the flying of butterflies. It was cut and sealed into small areas, and everything was quiet. When Nelson's figure reappeared in the eyes of the old wizards and Aurors, this kaleidoscope world had disappeared at some point. Fragments are attached to the black walnut wand in the right hand, and a slender, sharp but strong sword is formed piece by piece with the wand as the core. exist.

But Nelson is like that, holding a sword in his hand, using the simplest slashing action, and rushing down from the air according to the inertia brought by the sprint.

The sword glow cut through the night, like a lonely night light, no one understood his preference for this thankless attack, but he did so, a fierce electric light spurted out from the tip of the elder wand in his left hand, replacing it. It clears the obstacles ahead, and this murderous weapon that has caused countless blood and rain has become the foil of the moonlight at this moment.

The eyes of the Aurors were attracted by the sword glow. The perfect arc drawn by the sword tip was like an illusory dial, and the pointer-shaped sword seemed to freeze time. Only the Aurors who really stood up to face it could feel it. The pressure contained in the edge, although it is only a little, is like an invincible army. The sword body formed by the deformation of the mayfly contains a huge magic power far beyond the normal spell. It gently touched the first to meet it. On the barrier, the magic power that was embrittled by the thunder was melted without any resistance. The moonlight left by the blade was like a hot knife cutting butter. Without experiencing any obstacles, they rushed to the old wizard with Nelson. .

It was too late for defense, and Nelson and the old wizard did not leave even the slightest leeway for themselves. The blood-colored petals were smeared on the white trench coat, creating an abstract and blurred picture, while the old wizard was smothered by it. The wound cut by the sword light also burst open, and the hot old blood spilled out. His wand pointed straight at Nelson's chest, and his chapped lips collided like squirming, simple but useful. Green light shot straight from the tip of the staff.

Nelson is like a fool who charges against a windmill in a knight's novel, but his indomitable spirit is enough to move everyone.

The magic power collided, and the invisible impact made almost everyone's eyes go black. After their eyesight was restored, the first thing they saw was an unbelievable scene—

In the middle of Nelson and the old wizard, an Auror who broke in at some point stood with his eyes lowered, and the old wizard's curse slammed into his heart, making the sturdy Auror's chest numb. After slumping for a few minutes, Nelson's long sword pierced through his shoulders, picked it out from his shoulders, and stabbed the old wizard's chest with the remaining momentum.

The three remained motionless, as if they were all dead.

Just when someone was about to come forward to check, the old wizard's wide eyes trembled violently, his wrist was raised, and the next spell was shot out quickly, but Nelson's figure seemed to melt into the twilight, surrounded by a white cloud. The smoke blurred the edges, and then slowly disappeared, the spell was thrown into the air, and the old wizard also spewed out a mouthful of old blood and sprinkled it on the Auror in front of him.

Nelson took his two wands to nowhere, but the blade of the mayfly's deformed and deformed fragments still strung the two in place. The old wizard stretched out his hand to the wand, and the flashing red light between the spliced ​​gaps made him feel His eyes widened, and the wand slashed down immediately, disregarding that moving the tip of the sword might expand the injury, and slashed the edge of the sword that was no longer strong at the fastest speed. In the Auror's formation, the Auror who reacted once again held up his protection. In the next second, flames burst out from his chest, and a small section of the sword tip left between the muscles exploded violently.

When the smoke cleared, even though he had taken adequate protection in the shortest possible time, the old wizard's shoulder still collapsed, his arm drooping weakly, and his old wand was also blown into two pieces, moaning for a moment. There was no movement after that.

The stagnant moonlight dissipated quickly, and people were surprised to find that the slow-motion battle started when Nelson raised his wand and flew in. Less than a minute had passed, if it wasn't for the old wizard's shoulder injury and standing in the The Aurors there proved that they would even think that nothing had just happened.

"I want to invite you all to do an experiment together," Tom's voice suddenly rang out in the crowd, tickling their tense nerves again, but the second sentence was in a completely different direction, "Of course, you can turn a deaf ear. , the choice is yours."

"What do you want to do?" With the help of the Auror, the old wizard gritted his teeth and wrapped the wound on his shoulder, while whispering to the Auror beside him, "Get Albus here, we need him!"

"But it doesn't help that he's here, sir."

The old wizard raised his head and glared at the Auror who dared to talk back, only to see the expression on his face that he had just seen on Tom's face not long ago. Looking at him, a low, Tom's voice came out of his mouth: "I give you a piece of advice, don't discuss those irrelevant topics when others are talking."

After that, he stretched out a hand and tightly hugged the old wizard's neck, and said with a smile to the colleagues around him: "Fear comes from the unknown, and the unknown comes from different. I am looking forward to when you realize that you are different from yourself. When people who are fighting at the same time have different opinions, will they treat the same as your high-sounding speeches on a fair and bright occasion, or..."

The Auror who was holding the old wizard was hit by several spells in the blink of an eye.

"...As now, treating us as heretics?!"

Tom's voice resounded in the crowd, condensing a tsunami-like sound like a chorus. The Aurors who maintained their self-confidence looked around in horror. Many people's eyes were covered with thick black, and the green snake shadows were in their pupils. Flashed, shuttled through a pair of empty eyes.

The hastily formed coalition is divided from within, and more "heretics" are hidden among the normal people with equally terrified expressions.

They didn't know when Tom had manipulated the minds of so many Aurors, and since he disappeared, it's only been the time when Nelson slashed the old man with his sword.

Just when their eyes were attracted by the fragments of the mayfly in the combination, Tom's spell had already spread through the crowd like a virus, relying on the reflections of those mirrors, hiding in their gazes, eroding pride. Luos do not have strong trust.

"Let me see, big men."

Disappearing metal fragments reappeared in people's sight, mixed with the fog that helped Nelson escape, filling their vision, the crowd shoved, and the spell of terror flew everywhere, and the kaleidoscope of vision only lasted. It dissipated in an instant with Tom's next words.

Fear breeds in the bottom of my heart, and in that instant, the formation of the Aurors was completely dismantled, many people fell under the curse of their companions, and the queues originally bounded by the Ministry of Magic of various countries disappeared. Everyone fell into the ranks of strangers. They only remembered the colleague who just made Tom's voice beside them, but they could not determine whether the Auror beside him was affected by the curse.

The number of Aurors who thought they had the upper hand became their biggest obstacle at the moment. No one dared to act rashly. Doubts grew in the eyes looking at each other, and they fell into a dark forest full of suspicion.

"You guys are so cruel... tsk, you know what? The biggest injury Gnar and I have caused you so far is the old man's skin injury," Tom's voice sounded in the middle of the crowd, and the Aurors looked at the voice almost at the same time Looking in the direction from which he came, he stood at the position where Nelson had just cut off the old man, spread his hands, with an indifferent expression on his face, "Suspicion will really make people crazy, who would have thought that the biggest victory this night is you guys. What about cannibalism?"

The wands of the Aurors were raised in unison, pointing at Tom, but no one acted rashly, fearing the old wizard in front of him.

"The seed of doubt will grow into a big tree, arching up the fertile fields, and squeezing the grain," Tom squatted down, stretched out his hand, and patted the old wizard's face like a child, and said lightly, "You can kill it while you are now. Damn me, but you know, there are not many wizards except Gnar who can use two wands at the same time, are you afraid of the cold arrows shot from behind when you charge?"

In Tom's eyes, the wands that were as neat as wheat were reflected. At this moment, the wands pointed at him were picked up in unison, and the Aurors looked vigilantly at the strange Aurors around them. It is also said to be afraid of these possible cold arrows.

Seeing this scene, Tom couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

His laughter was unusually harsh in the repressed silence of the night, reaching Dumbledore's ears far away.

"You guys are so boring," Tom shook his head, "Well, I admit, I was joking, in fact, that spell can only make you learn how to speak, it won't affect your mind, how can I be so short How many times have I used the Imperius Curse? I'm not some kind of devil."

"…"

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"The spell has expired, it's just a magic trick," Tom shrugged. "You can attack me at will, don't worry, there are no cold arrows behind your back."

"…"

Tom approached the old wizard, looked at his bloodshot eyes with anger, and squeezed out a bright smile, but this smile seemed so ironic in the eyes of the old wizard.

"Look, it's funny, isn't it?" Tom said in a low voice, though his voice was loud enough to reach every Auror's ears in the silence, "I'll be honest no one believes it, as long as they believe it. The Imperius exists, then it really exists, as long as they believe that cold arrows will come from behind, then they will really be hit... how sad, as long as you believe that wizards are the masters of this world, you can Sitting comfortably on the throne of power? Is that how you instill a tone of nobility in wizards?"

"you-"

"Don't interrupt... The elected leader is lying on the ground, his wounds are exposed to the polluted air of Berlin, the blood is about to coagulate, but no one seems to see it," Tom raised a finger to his lips and gestured The old wizard let himself finish, "Look, they have changed from a huge and irresistible team to individuals who are suspicious of each other and fight against each other. Your vision limits the wizards too much, and the group will only become smaller and smaller. , eventually become inseparable, of course, maybe when the five senses will also compete for merit."

"…"

The old wizard didn't speak, he didn't want to be offended again.

"Tell me, in your old face, are these old, dim eyes the most noble, or the hardest mouth?"

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