My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson Wilttening..."

The old wizard was already very tired, so tired that even calling Nelson's name became intermittent. He felt that his struggle at the moment was like putting out a fire. Nelson did not block Apparition as the International Federation of Wizards did before. , with the passage of time, more and more wizards have joined the battlefield, the scale of this war has continued to expand, and it has been detached from the violent machine of the Auror, and more and more unknown Muggles will be confronted. The terrified wizard is dragged into the war.

He shouted through his hoarse throat, "...Williams!"

But there were head-scratching screams all around him. His voice was crushed before it even reached Nelson. Facing the unknown future, people didn't want to be locked in by fear and put their emotions on the ground. uncontrolled anger.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic, the vendors of the Magic Street, and even the staff who had just left the magic factory, even though they were accustomed to the coexistence of Muggles and wizards to a certain extent, they still instinctively developed a strong disgust for Nelson's just exposed claims, so they As Grindelwald once said to Nelson many years ago - "A man will not object to you giving him something useless, but they will object to you giving it to someone else."

The crowded streets could no longer hold anything that could move wizards, Muggles, or Inferi. The old wizard stood opposite Nelson surrounded by the crowd. He had lost control of the battle, but he believed that he was pointing with his wand. Nelson himself must be in the same predicament, those Muggles wielding ridiculous metal wands reminded him of a baboon who only imitated a human to hoe, but could only keep hitting the dirt with a stick.

He never imagined that this simple arrest would develop into a war of this scale. Looking at a man who fell under the light of the spell, the old wizard closed his eyes in pain, and he gathered all the people who could gather. power, but what if the war is lost? What if magic-stealing Muggles were raiding the empty Ministry of Magic in various countries? It was a poisonous potion, but his thirsty and dry throat kept driving him to reach out and pick it up and gulp it down.

"A mess, just a mess..."

He shook his head, the night wind mixed with the smell of blood made his sweaty forehead feel a little cool, and he felt a little more awake. Being able to fight on their own makes Tom's non-existent magic much less harmful, which may be the only good news for now.

"Just catch him and it's over..."

He still knows the deepest crux of tonight's incident. Muggles have only known the existence of wizards for just a year. They will definitely not produce characters who are awakened enough to compete with wizards. Sand Muggles will collapse from the inside, and as for the next thing... Now he just wants to quickly end the melee tonight, and then find a reason to resign and retire.

The old wizard raised his wand, blocked a spell that was shot at him, opened his mouth again, and shouted at Nelson, "Nelson Wilttening Williams!"

Between the two may be the only vacant street in Berlin tonight. Whether it was the Auror who was stunned by Nelson, or the other fighters on both sides who witnessed everything through the water curtain, they consciously set aside Nelson to Moody. In the area between, by the way, the old wizard who was in the middle was also let out.

His voice was no longer low this time, but came loudly from the water curtain that became clear again.

"You told me not long ago that you did everything for the future of this world, but you refused to save your friend? You brought him to Berlin yourself!"

Nelson didn't respond to his provocation, he just waved his wand indifferently, and the mayfly carrying instructions flew up and down, sending his orders to a mayfly that was only building a fortification.

"If you choose to give up on him, then who can guarantee that the next time you have a choice, your ruthless soul won't let you choose to give up the less important Muggles?" The old wizard pressed his wand against his chest and tried his best. Attacking the heart, "But would you choose to delay the battle and risk more people's lives? You can't take care of everyone, just as frivolous as your ridiculous proposition! You are just a high-sounding selfish careerist, you never thought about it. Through the life and death of others except your ambition, you and your father-killer are in the same line, and you are the most dangerous Dark Lord!"

"The Dark Lord..."

"Kill the Dark Lord!"

"Can't let him poison the wizard anymore!"

Organized and disciplined slogans came from the array of the International Federation of Wizards and gradually became louder. It seemed that the louder the sound, the world would become clearer. It seemed that the louder the slogan, the iron hat of the "Dark Lord" would become The buckle could not be taken off Nelson.

When the title of "Dark Lord" was slammed on Nelson's head, no one didn't think it was a sarcastic joke, leaving aside the sharp fire stolen from Grindelwald in the furnace of Alexander's chest, Nelson was perhaps the only wizard present who did not use dark magic.

"The Dark Lord?"

Nelson suddenly withdrew his gaze from the flying mayfly, the clear blue eyes filled with a storm, he looked at the old wizard's eyes, the corners of his mouth raised without a smile, "You really want to see... the Dark Lord means?"

"Yes, I can't wait." The old wizard's face showed a cruel and decisive smile, "I look forward to seeing your true face, your biggest mistake is choosing to use this **** water curtain to broadcast your wonderful performance to the world, Your biggest failure is to get these people who believe in you to come to the rescue... They will see your cruel and terrible real side, they will understand that you are an unscrupulous monster, you betrayed wizards, took advantage of Muggles, you Self-righteous and arrogant—"

"enough!"

The man who was restrained by the two Aurors broke free and shot one of the Aurors in the thigh, interrupting the old wizard's words loudly.

"You don't want to be irritated by him, he wants to destroy your image with his own life and break your fans from within...I'll help you get those two kids out," Ivey Darwin's voice said in Nelson's "I can see he's dying, but nothing of yours is worth his worthless old life, let me come, I'm not a muggle, nor a wizard, my actions Your business has nothing to do with you, you do what you should do, it doesn't matter if I die, you know, my dream is to die happily."

"Thank you, Ivy," Nelson opened his palm and quickly pushed it towards Ivy's side. A mayfly that just flew by quickly deformed, blocking the spell of the shot Auror's counterattack. He shook his head and said, "He's right, I brought Moody, and I should have brought him back as he was."

"Are you stupid? That's what he wants to see."

"It doesn't matter what he wants to see, the important thing is what the world wants to see, what I want to see," Nelson's eyes showed the outline of the rune in Alexander's one-eyed eye, which made the old wizard suddenly feel a sense of being watched "I don't care what he said, I've just been analyzing his magic, he linked his own life to Moody, if I kill him, I'll be a person who ignores the lives of my comrades. Devil, but if I go straight to save Moody, he can slander me with death and make my rescue basket empty."

"It's despicable...and really determined."

Ivey bit his lip, and when he saw Nelson's determination, he didn't say any more, and rushed into the crowd to help Nagini, who was suffering from the enemy, block a lethal spell.

"There's trouble with Nelson, we need to clean up faster."

Nagini has been trying to rescue Credence, the silent man who impressed many people twenty years ago, and also prompted the Auror's professional skills to add the content of suppressing the silent man, The huge shadow was twisting and struggling in the air. The most powerful force of Nelson's camp was restrained by more than a dozen Aurors. The dense golden hinges were sticking out from the Auror staff that was besieging Credence, holding it tightly. Tightly entwined, the sanity belonging to Credence in his silent eyes was being engulfed by the destroying instinct, which made the anxious Nagini almost betrayed.

"Hurry up?" The blood she didn't know belonged to her delicate face, the wet black hair stuck to the scalp, the scales of the snake appeared on the cheeks, and the eyes also turned into bright orange vertical pupils, anxious. Her tone also became rude, "It's almost overwhelmed, how about cleaning faster?"

The gap between real wizards and "fake wizards" is vividly reflected in such melee, Nelson still lacks too much time, and the Muggles who have rushed in can't even understand missionaries, how can they compete with well-trained Aurors What about the balance? Even if the number of people is dominant, even with the help of a considerable number of real wizards, the area they occupy is quickly eroded by the Aurors as one individual falls.

Suddenly, a gust of icy wind hit the area where the few people were, and the Auror who locked Credence froze for a second, and the next second was swallowed up by the tide-like black smoke, which also served as the golden hinge. As if it was frozen and brittle, Tom's figure emerged from the black smoke, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed behind each Auror, and silently let out a shocking roar, making those who could hear the sound. All the participants stiffened for a moment, and then, the huge body twisted, and the hinges bound to the body were snapped inch by inch, shattering and flying around, and the maintenance of losing magic power in the air slowly disappeared.

The smoke cleared and Tom stood between Ivey and Nagini, carrying the fallen Credence.

"Take care of him," Tom pushed Credence into Nagini's arms, his face showing no signs of exhaustion, only the constant heaving of his chest betrays the unsustainable wear and tear of his wandering and fighting." There are still a few troublesome characters, I will solve them, you must hold on."

"Don't Williams have a group of men who are very good at fighting?" Ivey grabbed Tom's sleeve and asked, "What about them? I fought a battle, and I'll tell you, now it's not like hiding It's time to keep the trump card stupid."

"Those people..." Tom was silent for a moment, then said, "Most of them are crappy wizards who are now maintaining the central connection and water curtain around the world, but there are some powerful warriors."

"What about them?"

"Before the Aurors of the International Confederation of Wizards gathered, the Muggle settlement they protected was attacked by about five times their number," said Tom, twitching his chin at the enchanted ice penguin on the outskirts." They dragged all those Aurors there, otherwise we would be in a much tougher situation."

Credence understood what "delayed" meant, and his expression became solemn, but the problem at hand could not be ignored by them. As the battle continued, the International Federation of Wizards had become more and more skilled. Sticking to a semi-circular front, surrounded the Nelson camp that could only be teleported to the center of the battlefield through the center, consuming their strength, but the real ultimate move was behind.

People can no longer distinguish between justice and evil, because behind them, there is a pile of corpses approaching the battlefield with heavy steps, leaving rotten and smelly footprints made up of human figures.

Germany has brought war to the whole of Europe in the past few decades. Under its capital, with countless corpses from nowhere, Berlin has just fallen a silent and unprecedentedly powerful ~www.readwn.com~ and silently awakened the "dead soul" born from obsession in this sinful land in the battle with Alexander.

Borgin Burke's heart is full of joy, is today his lucky day? Are these fresh corpses, these lost dementors, these scattered magic powers full of resentment, and the huge wreckage left silently, are they specially prepared for him by the goddess of fate? Ordinary wizards may not be able to do anything, but what he is best at is to create corpses, and the eyes made from the magic book said to be handed down by the despicable Haierbo can fully utilize the power that other wizards can't avoid.

He felt that his old body had become younger, and these treasures that were thrown on the ground were just right for him, as if fate had arranged them. He also imitated Nelson's style, and built a throne of white bones on the top of the giant's head with unusable bones. He is the protagonist today!

"As long as I get the Resurrection Stone...I can harvest perfection."

But the dream was soon shattered by Alexander's punch, and Bogin Bock woke up from his imagination and controlled the Infernal corpse under the seat to rush towards Alexander.

"Damn..." Tom turned his head, looked at the self-righteous monster, and looked at Borgin Bock, who was sitting on top of its head, and handed a picture book to Credence, "Help me deal with it. Look at the people from pages seven to twelfth, and I'll kill that old thing."

Tom's figure turned into a cloud of increasingly large black smoke and rushed towards the corpse. Behind him, Nelson, who threw a pair of gloves on the old wizard's face, was holding his wand and walking almost in line with Tom's. , contrary to him.

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