My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"what is that?!"

On the top floor of the center, a saint who was devastated by the sudden uncontrollability of the center suddenly glanced at the vision in the southwest direction, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the fence to observe everything that happened there.

Even though they were a full 60 kilometers apart, the sky that was so different from the surroundings was still conspicuous. The sky seemed to be twisted out of the water. The thick mist connected to the sky and fell down, condensing into a cloud of storm eyes in the unattainable mid-air. The deep whirlpool, with the potential of thunder and wind whistling hidden inside the whirlpool, the deep whirlpool opened up a passage that could not be seen, and its end seemed to have far exceeded the limit of the sky, leading to an unknown high point.

He remembered that place. It was the favorite place for the founder of the Nexus, Lord Nelson Wilttening, to relax on weekdays. Many people said that he was a bloodthirsty person who loved hunting games, so he especially liked Auschwitz. Anyone It was a disgusting place that would make people nauseous, but he knew that Nelson only liked the small pavilion on the hillside outside the town. He had seen Nelson sitting in that pavilion with his own eyes, holding a few A brush, with a blank drawing board in front of him, he doesn't seem to have the talent for painting, so that the paint on the brush's strokes has dried, and he has not drawn a single stroke.

But now, the small pavilion and the mountain under the small pavilion are gone, the magnetic poles and gravity of the heaven and earth seem to have reversed, and a daunting and terrifying gravitational force is born from the whirlpool, turning the originally sturdy and unshakable. The mountains and rocks were sucked up, and the short mountain peaks suddenly gave birth to hideous cracks, spreading down the hillside, extending to the deserted streets of Auschwitz, and breaking away from the earth together with the road and the houses near the cracks. Flying up, the one-piece house floated in the air along with the steel bars that were driven into the ground, making this fragmented town present an unheard of apocalyptic scene.

The wizard was stunned, and even forgot to notify his colleagues and sound the alarm immediately. He just stood there dumbfounded, trembling all over, not even feeling the tremor from the railing on the roof.

The vegetation and the facilities on the mountain were all peeled off, leaving only the bare stone foundation and the remaining mud. Then, the entire hill let out an earth-shattering whine, and the stony rock wrapped in the mud was lifted from the ground. Standing up, he implicated the main body under the ground that was not much larger than the small hill, surrounded by terrible scars from the torn rocks. Such violent geological changes were enough to set off a large earthquake in the surrounding area.

The wizard was almost unable to stand. He tightly grasped the deformed railing, widened his eyes, and stared at the destructive scene in the distance. Then, a bottomless depth was deeper than the vortex in the sky. The pit appeared in front of him, and what was even more daunting was that the deep pit was not the section formed by the broken rock mass he imagined, but a smooth, silver, circular wall with obvious human traces. .

This seems to be an artificially constructed deep pit that goes straight to the center of the earth. No matter how strong the suction on the top of the head is, it does not distort the pit wall. Instead, like a cleaner, the gravel remaining on the pit wall and Take away all the dirt.

There was a restless sound of gears in the pit, which was almost the same as what he heard in the center on weekdays. The wizard thought he had auditory hallucinations, but after confirming again and again, he finally determined the source of the sound and the deep pit. Who is the builder of.

Bai Sensen's shadow climbed up the pit wall. Suddenly, a ferocious snake head rushed out of the pit. After seeing the appearance of its skeleton covered with bone spurs, the wizard stepped back in horror and sat on his back. On the ground, there was a piercing pain in the tail vertebra, but he soon realized that this snake bone, which was far larger than normal creatures, was not an undead or a living thing. Its inside was stuffed with complicated gears and pipes. Under the control of the clear magical machine, it twisted wildly, colliding with everything around it like crazy, the pale bones hit the metal pit wall again and again, and the bones and the pit wall left scars together. Finally, When the wall of the pit could not bear the collision and collapsed, the silver torrents that made people unable to open their eyes gathered into a cluster and poured into the sky with the momentum of the Milky Way!

The wizard didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something and he would never see a second sight in his life. He hurriedly took out an alchemy telescope produced by Nelson's magic factory and stared carefully at the silver torrent, which was rapidly flowing, In the torrent directly connected to the sky, he saw a mayfly flying high with its wings vibrating.

The metal body was filled with icy tones, but the crimson one eye exuded a shocking color. He was familiar with such small things as mayflies, and they were flying everywhere in the center. This is Will Lord Turning is proud of his inventions. Although Lord Grindelwald will criticize them when he has something to do with them, no one in the center agrees with Lord Grindelwald's statement that mayflies are "playing with objects" and "weird tricks" because they feel it personally. To the great help these cute little elves and the alchemy machines they control have brought to the work of the center, it is no exaggeration to say that they have changed the entire center!

However, the wizard did not remember that these mayflies have such emotions in their eyes that are indistinguishable from human beings, as if every little mayfly hides an ignorant new soul in its body, which is obviously impossible!

He stood up tremblingly, ignoring the severe pain from his tail vertebrae, and adjusted the sight distance of the telescope to the maximum.

"Om..."

"Boom-boom-"

The suppressed thunder shook his brain, and he didn't know when, the saint who went upstairs to look for him saw the scene in the distance, and also stood beside him, staring at the sky above Auschwitz.

The vortex seemed inaccessible, and the mayflies crowded neatly at the entrance, as if there was an invisible barrier above their heads, but they were quickly pushed up by their follow-up companions, and their one-eyed flickering eyes scanned everything around them , as if leaving the last impression of the world.

Immediately afterwards, the dazzling thunder net made the wizard's eyes turn pale. He threw away the telescope in his hand and rubbed his eyes, which were frantically gushing tears. Opened, endless mayflies poured out from the ground and rushed into the vortex without knowing where to go.

The metal shards fell from the clouds and mist around the vortex in the form of torrential rain. There seemed to be a cruel slaughterhouse in the vortex, cutting the ignorant mayflies to shreds, throwing them away like garbage, and throwing them around .

The corpse of the mayfly seemed to lead to hell, and it fell into the cracked ground and quickly merged into it, leaving no evidence of their existence.

The wizard tried his best to widen his bloodshot eyes, his eyes were splitting. If these mayflies really gave birth to the same ignorant intelligence as he saw, then this would undoubtedly be a brutal massacre!

…

"I pray to you that the souls not created by this world will become my destiny!"

Nelson's increasingly passionate and mournful prayers resounded over the whole of Berlin. No one knew who he was praying to. In most people's eyes, Nelson has created an unprecedented era like a god. Who can deserve it to his prayers?

But his actions are so pious. Gods are the creations of human beings' beliefs. Is there really a **** in this world?

Nelson's behavior answered their doubts. He did not usher in an angel, but just completed a simple ceremony. The clouds and mist covering the sky were illuminated by sunlight far beyond what any paintbrush could depict. Flying out of the pocket, they revolved rapidly around him, so that their light and shadow almost merged into one, condensing into a colorful black.

"Hate, injustice, resentment, ambition, greed, anger, violence, mastery...and love..."

Nelson looked at the "eyes" collected by himself in the magical expedition. This is the last trace left in this world by the enemy he defeated with his own hands. When he put the magic eye belonging to Borgin Bork into Moody He finally understood the answer to the question that he was worried about every day. Even if Muggles could use magic with the help of missionaries, they could not perceive the essence of magic. They could use tools, but they could not change it. Gotta be like a wizard.

The warriors that Jokunda brought in helped Nelson come up with a partial solution to the problem—if there was no magic, and no sense of magic, Familier, born from magic, was enough to help them handle wands like real wizards, but this After all, tools are still used, which is fundamentally different from wizards.

What was left by Nelson's former enemies is the real answer to that question.

emotion.

Wizards are the lucky ones in this world. They are born with the power to use emotions to infect the surrounding, distort reality, and control matter. The essence of magic is active emotions, and the emotions brewed in life - why not have The little wizard with the wand can instinctively release magic power when he is emotional. Why does Peeves, the castle elf who has absorbed the evil thoughts of the little wizard, have such a huge power, and why does the powerful wizard often have a deeper past than others? Why can Salem leave the same remnants as wizards - Muggles are not wooden people, they also have emotions that are not inferior to wizards, but compared to wizards who naturally know how to use this power, they still need a stepping stone, a The key that truly opens the door to the magical world.

Nelson reached out and grabbed one of the eyes. Compared with the other eyes, it was more special. It had no substance. It was just a shadow with a green light. It belonged to Isabel McGonagall, Minerva. McGonagall's mother, the gem that was left behind was buried in the tomb as her only remaining body. At first Nelson thought that this green gem represented her sin of making "medicine", but in the brilliant morning glow. Down, in the depths of its light and shadow that had faded away, a faint purple was revealed. Nelson realized at this moment that it was not a sin or a sign, but the broom heather that can be seen everywhere in the grasslands of the Scottish Highlands. This is her The most profound color in the story written by the short life represents her life of fighting for the "fairness" her husband and family deserve.

Nelson's gaze swept across Salem's black eyes, the two disparate eyes left by Armando Dippet's split life, the dead gray that belonged to Dr. Sykes peeled off from Jokunda's body... Multicolored Under the control of his raised wand, the gorgeous black turned into a striking streamer, hitting the dense sky ruthlessly.

Almost in an instant, the rays of light in the sky were filled with the color of the mountains and rain, and the thin clouds and mists revealed the spirit of rolling thick clouds. In , the people wearing missionaries felt as if they had grown a whole new organ, an experience they had never had before washing their brains accustomed to the material world.

Everything is turned upside down.

There was a sound in their ears that they had never heard before, as if a pair of invisible hands took their wand-shaking palms, held them, and waved their wands like real wizards, and the one who hid in the rain The color made them really feel the thumping heart rushing into the blood of the limbs when they waved the wand, the power they had never noticed before.

Tom's afterimage flickered quickly in the air, blocking the spells shot at Nelson one by one, but he was still too young, even with unprecedented talent, it was not enough to be fulfilled at his current age, the first wave. The attack was held back with difficulty, but was followed by a second, more ferocious attack from the vigilant Aurors.

"They left a lot of hate," Nelson was still chanting the damn, smelly, long spell behind him, "but your love is in your heart. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Tom gritted his teeth, and his figure continued to flash rapidly, but he was good at destroying and had no talent for defending, and the line of defense that was not tight ended up flawed.

He doesn't believe in this evil and is not good at protection, right? The corners of Tom's mouth lifted up and he let out a hoarse laugh. Standing in front of Nelson, he opened his arms in the face of the magic that he had intentionally left out.

As his eyelids fell, his vision was engulfed by darkness.

"boom!"

Tom's eyes widened in astonishment. In front of him was the black wall of people, the Muggles... He was as shocked as the Aurors across from them, they really seemed different, no longer blindly waving Nelson's metal wand, monkey-like. A barbarian, but a wizard like himself.

Tom looked at the grand spell in front of him and murmured, "This is? The ultimate... guardian?"

…

The stone house in the fierce battle was safe, Nina sobbed and opened her arms and hugged a non-existent person, Nelson's magic was filled with her excitement, the fragments of the soul poured out of the blood holes in her eyes, her The complexion became paler, but the mist that belonged to her soul condensed into the figure of a fighter in her arms.

Blurred fantasy.

Ludwig felt the "pounding" heartbeat in his chest, and listened to the cry from afar. The faded colors couldn't be condensed on his body. He felt like a tug of war rope and fell into pain. in the saw.

At this moment, it was the moment he walked into the "door".

Suddenly, a thick cloudy wind with the breath of death blew from a distance, and rushed towards the black arch without stopping. The strong wind lifted a corner of the veil, letting the lost fog that had been dead for countless years in the blurred illusion flow again. stand up.

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