My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"With such a big scene, I guess people from the Ministry of Magic will come to clean the floor after a while."

"Indeed, their police efficiency is always so high."

"Don't you have anything to say?" Nelson stood up from the chair, walked to Calactacus's side, knelt down, poked the back of his head with his wand, and the old man who had been in a coma woke up faintly. With an innocent look in his eyes, he blinked back and forth between Nelson and Tom.

"It's all... all dedicated to you!" Caractakus said hastily, and then put on a flattering expression, and complimented, "My lords, I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen such a powerful person like you. wizard!"

"Uh," Nelson looked at Tom, the two showed the same toothache expression, he shook his head, sat back in the chair, leaned over and said to Calactacus, "You know what? You remind me of an acquaintance."

"It's my honor to be like your acquaintance." Calactacus laughed.

"Your attitude makes it hard for me to believe that you have any desire to survive."

Tom approached Nelson, bent down again, grabbed Caractacus, and lifted him violently from the ground. The old man's hair was not very thick, his legs dragged on the ground, and his arms hung limply. Except for the helpless part of the hair, Karaktakus showed a painful expression, his eyes showed strong pleading, and he looked at Nelson. In his opinion, Lord Karkaroff is relatively kind. The old man who was already out of breath let out a hoarse voice like a broken bellows, "I am willing to dedicate everything to you, as long as you can save me a humble life!"

"It's getting more and more similar." Nelson shook his head and stood up from the chair again. He looked around and observed the corpses around him who were frozen in place and posing in various strange poses. After a long time, he said to Tom, " If all the pure-blood wizards in the Ministry of Magic are like this, I don't think there is any need to keep these infernal corpses... Speaking of which, if I'm not in England, I can call some acquaintances to come over and deal with them, but-"

Nelson shrugged with a "you get it" look.

"So shall we keep them?"

"Forget it, let these guys sleep peacefully, after all... the material of the ghost corpse is human."

"Yeah." Tom nodded, his free hand was about to raise his wand, ready to strike hard.

"Let me come," Nelson stopped him, and walked to the burning wand on the ground, "you can have a good chat with him for a while, I'm not good at dealing with wizards."

"Can you?" Tom looked at Nelson's trembling right hand with some concern. Although Fiercefire was summoned by Nelson, he couldn't completely suppress the violent energy. The cluster of flames clinging to his hand burned his right hand red. At this moment, the heat had dissipated, but several hideous wounds Still on the back of the hand, Tom asked softly, "Your hand..."

"It's okay," Nelson smiled, picked up the wand in his hand and tapped the back of his hand, a puff of steam rose from his hand in an instant, as if radiating heat, and wrapped his hand completely. He put away the wand and took it out of his pocket. He took out a small crystal bottle and said, "I have a friend who is very good at healing wounds, and burns are no exception."

"Oh." Tom nodded, then dragged Caractacus aside.

Nelson half-kneeled next to the wand stuck in the ground, looked at the blazing fire above, clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, and then, heartbroken, he held it up with his burned right hand. In an instant, the black flames of the dome It became even more violent, and the bursting flames rushed towards the surroundings with the sound of crackling. Although the flames were stronger, the surrounding area became darker. The flames entangled, merged, and split, forming ghostly shadows in the air. The terrifying scene, they opened their teeth and danced their claws like the ground, and the flames distorted the air and made a whistling sound like a devil's cry.

Seeing this scene, Caractacus couldn't help shrinking his neck. At this moment, he regretted the decision to fight against the two. In his long life, this should be the first time he paid for his greed.

"Greed really ruined me." Calactacus closed his eyes resignedly.

"I'm glad you finally realized this truth." Tom dragged his hair along the ground, and the old man's lower body drew a beautiful line on the ground covered with ashes and dust. Tom gasped and said, "You know what? I really just wanted to sell things with peace of mind at first."

"I know, Mr. Chamberlain." Calactacus smiled bitterly, "I really understand now, I am willing to give you a price that you are absolutely satisfied with, but are you still willing to forgive me?"

"It depends on whether your sincerity can impress my friend."

Tom dragged Caractacus towards a remnant wall. The old man's lower body was hung on a stone, causing Tom to stumble. Caractacus sucked his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "You can actually use the Levitation Charm without having to work so hard."

"I just want to work hard," Tom tightened his hands, and strands of hair slipped from between his fingers. He raised Calactacus to the height of his eyes, and said viciously, "and, even if your Sincerity can impress my friend, but you have to pay for the harm you caused him!"

"Injury?" Karaktakus denied it flatly, "I'll give you as much as you want, but how could I hurt Mr. Karkaroff? He was chasing me from the very beginning. You saw that The group of wizards tied around? How could we hurt him?"

Tom didn't speak, but just looked in the direction of Nelson's hand. Caractacus followed his line of sight, screamed loudly, and lowered his voice, saying, "He burned it himself!"

"Um?"

Calactacus did not see Tom use the wand, but a piercing pain suddenly rushed into his mind. This pain was not caused by the body, but burst out from the depths of the soul from the inside out. , he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

In this way, Tom dragged him step by step to the broken wall. He waved his wand, and a deep pit full of sharp thorns appeared at the foot of the wall. Tom pointed at the wall with his wand again, and a metal block like a sea urchin appeared out of thin air. on the wall,

He dropped Calactacus, and the old man, now recovering from his convulsions, was covered with sweat, completely soaking his robes, and raised his head tremblingly to meet Tom's scarlet eyes.

His eyes were full of fear. He experienced the most terrible pain in his life just after a very short distance. In a few seconds, Karactakus experienced countless painful memories that he did not want to touch.

"I'm recruiting! I'm recruiting!" Caractacus yelled in succession with a "thump" in his heart.

"What are you recruiting?" Tom's smile seemed to Calactacus to be a million times more terrifying than those black flame demons floating in the sky. He approached Calactacus's ear and said softly, "Go, Hold on to that rock, and you must hold on tight, or I won't be in the mood to sew you up bit by bit if it falls."

Caractacus lowered his head, trembling more violently, he pleaded, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know..."

"You injured one of his hands, and I only injured one of yours. As for what I want to know...I don't have any ideas yet."

Calactacus couldn't resist at all, he got up with all his strength, and stumbled towards the stone wall.

Tom nodded with satisfaction, turned around, and looked at the figure of Nelson in the center of the flames. The ghostly figures surrounded him. Faces beyond human imagination were constantly being formed and destroyed. Under the control of Nelson's spell, Down, the black flames on the dome became thinner and thinner, even dripping down like a palace made of quicksand, sticking to the ground and starting to burn more violently.

The black flame dripped faster and faster, and soon covered the solidified bodies of the corpses. Under the burning of the flames, these walking corpses that had already lost consciousness wailed unconsciously. Instinct drove me to struggle violently, but Fierce Flame was as hard to get rid of as a gangrene attached to the bone. Instead, it intensified and gradually spread. The ghost figure surrounding Nelson let out a hearty howl, pounced on those who were slowly melting under the high temperature. poor body.

In a world made up of black flames, tyrannical destruction is so simple, and being turned into ashes may be the best destination for those who have been made into corpses.

A special "rain" appeared in Knockturn Alley, the dome was shattered, the outside sunlight penetrated in, and projected from the gaps of various shapes to the ground, creating beautiful streaks in the air that was still filled with smoke and dust. The beam of light, the fragility of these ghouls made it difficult for them to last long under Fiendfire, and they were quickly reduced to ashes, and the black flames were still burning on the ashes, trying to drain all their energy.

Nelson frowned, and the relieved smile on the face of a fiery corpse broke his understanding of this kind of vicious black magic. As tools for wizards, their souls should have been wiped out long ago.

Nelson's mind moved, and the mist of loss appeared beside him. After he stopped controlling it, the thick white mist rose slowly and fit on the gap exposed by the fall of Fiendfire on the dome. Under the gaze of unbelievable eyes, these out-of-control mist actually tore open an entrance connecting the present world and the blurred illusion in the air!

Lines of green smoke rose from the ashes of the corpses. They were weak but tenacious. Nelson even saw the complex emotions unique to human beings from these shapeless mist. They floated slowly into the air and circled above Nelson's head. After a few laps, it seemed to be thanking and saying goodbye, and then rushed into the gap in the air without hesitation.

Nelson opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He just stared at the shimmering crack above his head thoughtfully. What happened just now refreshed his understanding of the mist. Fiendfire couldn't find anything else to wreak havoc on, and they all crawled towards the wizards who were tightly bound by him around Nelson. Nelson was awakened by a scream, and he looked around. The eyeballs were turned into incinerable ashes, and a few black wizards who woke up faintly even raised their eyelids to take a peek—this kind of pure ashes is the best raw material for black magic.

But their attention was quickly attracted by Fierce Flame surging around them, and they realized the danger they were in. These wizards with their hands and feet bound were arching hard on the ground. They had no way to escape, they just wanted to hide The back of the companion, let yourself be burned later.

Nelson shook his head, and pulled out the wand stuck in the ground. As the source of magic power was cut off, Fiendfire, which had some shapes, erupted completely, and a disaster was about to happen, but Nelson took out Grindelwald's Lighter, push open the cover, and lightly rub the roller, these fiends settle down as if they have consciousness, and slowly shrink along the four pillars of fire at the beginning, not forgetting to pick up the same kind scattered around halfway, very quickly Soon, they condensed into a small flame, got into the lighter, and let Nelson close the lid.

The clouds opened and the sun appeared, and the huge Fiendfire covering Knockturn Alley dissipated like this, leaving only a glowing cloud in the sky.

"Gnar, do you know? This guy uses living people as corpses!" Tom threw down the Caractacus hanging on the wall and ran over anxiously, "I thought he stole it from some cemetery." Some corpses... But I searched his soul, he brought back at least one Muggle every month, and then made them alive into yin corpses, the yin corpses made in this way will seal the soul and soul in the body, which is even more Pain can also stimulate the energy of black magic, this guy is simply insane!"

"I found it." Nelson motioned Tom to look at the sky. The crack torn by the lost fog floated in the air, except that it was lower and shinier, and it was no different from ordinary clouds. The two looked at the last cloud quietly. A plume of smoke merged into the cloud, and a gust of wind blew away the ashes that had piled up on the ground, along with the crime of Caractacus.

"He will pay the price." Tom said softly, looking at the scene as if in a Bible story.

There was only one burnt black ruins left in front of me. A beam that was burnt to pieces was slowly disconnected from the middle, and there was a crisp "click". In the next second, it fell to the ground and raised several waves. Meters of smoke and dust.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and soon, a few clouds in the sky floated over Knockturn Alley, they rubbed against each other, and after a muffled thunder, fine raindrops crashed down.

Like a real rain cloud, the cloud formed by the lost mist merged into it and disappeared.