My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I shouldn't believe in old Jack's evil, I don't know what I'm trying to do!"

On the boundless sea, a dilapidated frigate is slowly driving through the water spray. Under the venomous sunlight above, the water spray it breaks through the sea is like a sparkling Christmas tree, and this ship is The antique colored ball on top of the Christmas tree.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Little Jack was wearing a white captain's cape. It was hard to imagine what he had gone through. In just three years, he changed from a sailor who was an intern on a cruise ship to a man who looked quite mature now. naval commander.

Several years of life at sea had left Jack with sunburns that would not fade away. His dark brown skin was as rough as gravel. There was a fresh scar under the corner of his left eye. A Bailey that was as worn out as a boat The cap was casually placed on his head.

He was smoking a low-quality cigarette, struggling to wipe a damp match on the fence. This was his last half pack of cigarettes, and he hadn't returned to land for half a month. His right hand was splinted and hung around his neck with a dirty bandage.

After a lot of effort, the match was finally lit. He put his mouth on the flame, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a strong puff, and threw the burnt match into the sea. After a few seconds, he exhaled a thin column of smoke .

The low-quality cigarettes were no better than the high-end ones provided to high-ranking officers. They didn't even have filters, and the smoke made Jack's eyes red, but he was already familiar with this feeling, so he just blinked his eyes and continued to suck on the cigarette.

A flock of seagulls hovered in the surrounding sea area, and soon plunged into the water to eat. The war decimated the fishery in this sea area, but gave the fish in the sea enough time to recuperate. Jack could even see the flock of birds with his naked eyes. The sea below was glittering with scales, and when he finished his cigarette, the seagulls were full and flew away in a file.

Jack spit out the cigarette butt into the sea, followed by a mouthful of thick phlegm. He felt a little itchy in his chest, "Maybe it's been a long time since I took a bath?" He twisted his neck indifferently, put his left hand into the neckline and scratched Scratching, let out a pleasant moan, his nails touched something hard, he took out the necklace with the pendant box from his collar, and gently opened the cover with his thumb, revealing the photo stuffed inside, A cute girl with a round face is smiling at the camera with a flowery smile.

The Blaney is a Jianghe-class frigate. It is poorly equipped and poorly maintained, but it is still the most reliable friend of the Allied Forces at sea. The Jianghe-class frigate under Jack's feet has been launched for a long time, but it is surrounded It is a legend in the small circle of the world - it has experienced several major battles with heavy losses, but it is lucky to survive until now, precisely because it has many small problems, and it is always overhauled in the shipyard during the war .

Captain Jack is the second commander on this frigate, under the command of Major Doug. Under normal circumstances, his main job should be just to be a helper, but Jack said that from the first day he was assigned to this ship, he I have never seen the so-called Major Doug, and I can only see the signature of this Major Doug flamboyantly on the report documents when he regularly docks at the pier.

I heard that the father of Major Doug was a well-known member of Parliament in London. He arranged for his son to enter the navy, but he kept taking sick leave to prevent him from entering the most dangerous battlefield.

"I hope it's syphilis." Jack leaned on the railing, made a sign of the cross with his healthy left hand, and silently blessed in his heart, "at least three periods."

His military rank was also promoted by FireWire, because no one is willing to accept this mission - to set mines in the warring sea area. On this ship, except for professionals engaged in mines and a few veterans who sailed the ship, the other sailors are There are only a group of low-minded people left. They can't read a single word, or because of their passion for serving the country, or because of the generous pension, they boarded this broken ship that would disintegrate without knowing when.

"I finally know why old Jack always wants to watch fireworks," Jack spat into the sea, glared angrily at the scorching sun, and said cursingly, "I can't see anything in this sea except birds, and you can't see them." How about blowing up a boat and letting me see the fireworks!"

God seemed to have heard his prayer, and soon, a column of water more than ten meters high suddenly arose on the sea hundreds of meters away.

"Bang!" In the next second, Jack heard the sound of a cannonball entering the water.

"What the hell?" he yelled as he turned and ran to the command room. "Did anyone see who attacked us?"

"Captain Jack!" A young red-haired sailor stood on the top of the mast, retracted his binoculars, and reported loudly, "It's a ship a circle bigger than us!"

"What model?" Jack asked loudly, running under the mast.

"Report to the captain! I don't know!" The sailor replied confidently, opening the partition under his feet and sliding down the rope, while explaining, "We were dragged aboard within a month of class! We haven't learned yet. The lesson on ship models."

"I'm fucked" Jack shouted cursingly, pushing away the staff in the command room, "Where's the radar soldier? Have you gone to drink?"

"Report! The radar is broken!" A yellow-haired boy raised his head and reported tremblingly: "I haven't seen the image of the incoming ship yet."

"I knew it!" Jack rolled his eyes, sat down on the captain's seat, calmed down quickly, and gave orders loudly, "Let everyone prepare to meet the enemy, the equipment on our ship is all broken, try to get closer to them !"

He didn't need to say too much, the crew knew that this was a moment of life and death, and they were doing their own things in an orderly manner. Jack squinted his eyes and saw a hideous mast rising from the arc-shaped sea level ahead.

"Whose ship is it?" He asked the red-haired sailor who had just seen the enemy and was getting ready to climb up again. "Did you see the flag on it just now?"

"I see." Sailor nodded.

"Whose is it? Germany?" he asked nervously.

"No, captain, I don't know that flag either," the sailor scratched his head. He had no education, and how could the low-level British who struggled to read, write, and read have the time to know the flags that are so dazzling? He replied, "But the captain is definitely not Germany. It should be the servant army, but I don't know which country the servant army is from."

"I hope it's not de Gaulle sitting on it and sailing the boat himself," Jack took out the telescope from the drawer, crossed himself on his chest before holding it up in front of him, and muttered tremblingly, "I hope it's a fishing boat... a sampan Boards and such..."

...

At the same time, on the sea more than ten nautical miles away, several huge monsters with German flags are guarding a medium-sized cruise ship and moving fast from east to west in the opposite direction. The flags hoisted by this special fleet are not consistent. , on the prows of the most central ships, a simple black flag was fluttering in the wind—the triangular logo of the Deathly Hallows landed in the center of the flag, making the hearts of those who knew the meaning tremble.

"Master Wertning, a sea battle is taking place ten nautical miles ahead. Should we fire a warning shot? Or wait a while before crossing?"

All the cabins of the cruise ship were opened up and transformed into a hall full of bookshelves. In the center of the hall, Nelson, who was sitting at the table reading, was disturbed by the footsteps of the approaching people, and raised his head from the book.

There are two thick stacks of books in his hand, and the stack farther away is as tall as a person. Nelson closes the faint green book in his hand, picks up the silver chain on the table, and wraps the book around Wrapped it up, carefully put it in the lead box and closed the lid, took off the gloves, and looked up at the person coming.

Only then did the wizard who came to report see Nelson's face. Compared with three years ago, he has not changed much, except that his facial features have become more mature, but the boundaries of his appearance are still soft, and his blue eyes are like the shadows outside the window. Sea water, but a little too clear, like the sky can't see the end. His appearance is still the same, but his temperament is quite different. Compared with the bitter and bitter look three years ago, Nelson's face always looks smiling, with the corners of his mouth turned up, but his eyes are calm.

The black-cloaked saint stood opposite Nelson, only took one look, then lowered his head, not daring to vent his breath.

"Who?" Nelson put away the lead box, fiddled with the crucible boiling the purple liquid on the table, and asked, "Isn't it a tacit truce these days? Why is someone fighting in front?"

"It's a British frigate. It seems to be setting mines. It was discovered by a cruiser of the Polish Navy and is bombing." The black-robed wizard raised his right hand, and the three-dimensional naval battle scene was slowly unfolding in front of him. Nelson raised his eyebrows. Every time he saw such a scene, he was amazed, thinking that he was watching a science fiction movie.

"Let me see." Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Does Poland still have a navy?"

"Yes, my lord," the black-robed wizard replied, "Germany was occupied very quickly, and there are still some left. Some went to Britain, and some remained in the mainland."

Nelson nodded, stood up, and walked around the table to the black-robed wizard. There was a loud jingling sound from the pocket of the long black trench coat on his body. His actions woke up the little alchemists hiding in various corners of the table People, little white things bouncing away from the table, this scene made the black-robed wizard shudder.

"Well, I have been staying on the shore for the past few years, and I don't know much about the things in the sea." Nelson narrowed his eyes, bent down to look at the three-dimensional image in the hands of the black-robed wizard, took a breath, and sighed, "Amazing It's..."

"My lord, what did you say?" The black-robed wizard was a little puzzled.

"I mean this small ship is amazing, are the above patches made by that big ship?"

"no."

"Can this kind of boat go into the water?" Nelson felt a little respect in his heart, "Is this goblin technology? I'll go and see what's going on... I think this broken ship is going to sink."

He took out a small ball from his pocket and threw it towards the door. A bird that was too fast to see clearly disappeared into the air in an instant.

Compared with three years ago, the production industry of small balls has also improved. It has advanced from small silver balls to "small silver balls plus", "small silver balls pro" and some other special versions. Grindelwald always appreciates He was puzzled by this confusing behavior of preparing props. In his opinion, if Nelson didn't wear a coat, he would simply be slaughtered. In order to refute him, Nelson specially spent a lot of money to create a magic that can summon the coat anytime and anywhere On the body, the closed space and the Apparition Prohibition Curse can do nothing to it.

"I'll go and have a look." Nelson picked up the soft felt hat that had been worn for three years from the table, turned around, and the hem of the windbreaker swung up with his movements. He put the soft felt hat on his head, and the next second Appeared on the high platform with the saint's flag at the front of the deck.

After a while, a silver falcon flew from the front like lightning, rushed towards Nelson's chest, and instantly turned into a cloud of flying silver shavings.

"It's an acquaintance?" Nelson nodded thoughtfully, turned around and ordered the wizard who was following him, "Go, sink that Polish ship."

"My lord, that is the German servant army. The German Muggle government is our ally..." A black-robed wizard was startled by his order, and whispered.

"I know," Nelson asked, shrugging, "and then?"

"Then--"

"I remember I said, don't make trouble during the holidays. Since they don't understand the language, I think they can retire directly." Nelson ordered, "Just aim at the blades, and just stop the boat and let them row the lifeboat back. .”

"That's right, the Muggle army dared to disturb our trip, and there is no need to leave the lifeboat for them." Another saint winked, and trotted to order.

"By the way, what about the prisoners of war below the deck? I've gotten a little angry from eating oranges recently, let's move them down to eat." Nelson asked casually, looking at the scene where the sea and the sky meet.

"No problem," the winking saint replied, "same as before."

"I didn't follow before, where did you all throw them?"

"Throwing them on the high seas, we actually didn't dare to get too close. We drove them to the lifeboats, and then cast the forgetting spell, so that they would feel that they escaped by themselves and rowed to England by themselves."

"What if there are people who can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest?" Nelson asked.

"It can only mean that their lives are bad," the saint shrugged and said in an indifferent tone, "You have given them mercy in this way, if they can't escape, I think it's better to just jump ocean."

"Oh——" Nelson sighed, and asked, "The concentration camp in the east is almost full of people, right? When I left, it seemed to be empty."

"Some came out, some died."

"It's a pity that I can't stay there anymore... I won't be able to find fault with those garrisons in the future. It's really interesting to release people in front of them." Nelson shook his head regretfully.

"My lord, you can come back often to have a look." The black-robed saint lowered his head and smiled wryly. He has become accustomed to this young master's bad taste of finding faults and letting others go. If it wasn't for the wizard, he might have been shot by the angry garrison long ago. .

Gah, the title is wrong, I'm cracking