My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The five metal fingers clenched into fists, and hot steam burst out from between the knuckles. Under the squeeze of huge force, the huge head of the black python slowly deformed. Like metal rock, a vigorous background music is composed for the wrestling in this frozen picture.

The pistons and levers in the furnace collide with each other, and the rough structure emits a rhythmic knocking sound. This is the earliest form of music for human beings.

And the gushing steam is like a passionate trumpet, adding a lively touch to the battle.

Tom maintained the shape of the black python, while resisting the huge force from Alexander's palm, while manipulating the body of the black python to wrap around its arm, the smooth, hard and sharp scales traveled on the arm, leaving a trail of The scratches were hideous, but they were quickly repaired by flying mayflies, and the two sides soon fell into a stalemate.

Alexander's missing right arm adds a regret to this picture. If his right arm is raised high, holding an enlarged version of the light gun in his hand, what kind of epic silhouette can be called a miracle!

The audience was so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe out, and didn't dare to blink their eyes, for fear of missing some wonderful shots that decided the outcome of the battle.

The black python has gradually found it difficult to resist the continuous force. Its original sharp-edged head has become flattened, and most of the scales on the head have fallen off, revealing the smoky inner core. The escaping black smoke poured into its body again , repairing the injury.

But Tom's hasty magic could not resist Nelson's three years of hard work, and finally, Alexander closed his fingers.

"boom!"

The head of the black python was completely shattered. Although its body was still wrapped around Alexander's arm according to the preset settings, everyone knew that the general situation was over, and the wrestling finally came to a winner.

On the pipes all over the arm, the pressure-limiting valves used for exhausting were blown away by the internal air pressure, and the remaining body of the giant python showed its original shape under the high-temperature roasting, and was torn to pieces by the high-temperature steam.

Alexander dexterously moved his fingers, and finally raised his arms high, revealing rapidly rotating gears at the joints. The metal armor was burned red by the high temperature inside, and the light of thunder flickered all over its body, accumulating energy. Its big hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and the armor turned and deformed under the control of the transformation technique. The five fingers gradually closed into a shiny black iron ball, and ferocious spikes emerged from the surrounding area.

It adjusted its direction and aimed its fist at the three people under its feet.

Blue flames spewed out from the exhaust pipe at the elbow, and before the fist was even swung, it gave people a destructive aura.

Tom manipulated the disfigured black smoke around his fist, trying to hinder it, turned his head, and shouted loudly:

"You two can help!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and faced the slowly falling fist with a solemn expression.

Restricted by his huge body, the initial speed of Alexander's fist swing was extremely slow, but the acceleration was ridiculously fast. The compressed gas in the pipeline exploded suddenly under the baking of Fiendfire. Nelson actually ignited the air and used the explosion as a booster fist energy of.

"boom!"

It took a moment from the start of punching to the moment when the fist hit the ground. No matter how sharp the eyesight is, it is difficult to detect the extreme speed. The floating platform, protected by many magics, suddenly sank several meters. In the next second, it was like a spider web. Fine radial cracks covered the entire platform, and the towering giant leaned down and slammed its ferocious iron fist into the ground.

Tom's black smoke didn't seem to have any hindering effect, it just hovered over the giant's shoulders like a ribbon.

At this time, cracks appeared in the clouds and air that had been torn apart by Alexander's fist, and the ground was full of dust, and the sound of breaking the air and smashing the ground was heard by the audience.

"Crack..."

The giant straightened his waist, and looked down at the three challengers who did not know what to do with his indifferent one-eyed eyes.

The valve at its waist was opened, and steam was blown away to disperse the surrounding smoke and dust, and the ground that was hit came into view of the audience.

The dilapidated platform seemed to have just been baptized by some natural disaster. There were scattered bricks and broken limbs of metal soldiers all over the ground, and the three people standing there had long since disappeared.

"Ahem..."

The first one to appear was Ludwig. He wrapped himself in bat wings and resisted the attack by relying on his body to be multiplied by the giant. Without expression, a penetrating wound appeared in his abdomen. After all, Ludwig still did not escape the attack of the spikes on the iron fist. He covered his stomach with his hands, blood flowed, and soon stained the ground red.

But the wings he was proud of were like a doll that a child had sat on, the skeleton was broken into several sections, connected only by the wing membrane, maintaining the basic shape.

Ludwig's right hand holding the wand convulsively arched into a chicken paw, and he almost couldn't hold his wand steadily. Even so, he raised the wand with trembling arms and pointed at the pointer-like throne above Alexander's head.

"Very brave, worthy of respect," Nelson manipulated Alexander to bow slightly, "but stupid enough."

"Oh——" Ludwig wiped his face covered in filth with his blood-stained palm. The blood mixed with the dust made it even more filthy, but his weak but resolute face was still firmly revealed.

"I am Ludwig Kant."

Ludwig’s voice was as thin as a mosquito, but the sound of the water curtain still sent it to the audience’s ears completely. Even in order to hear what he said clearly, Nelson also reduced the power of Alexander, the sound of gears, pistons and steam It disappeared a lot.

"I'm sorry to meet you on such an occasion, Mr. Kant." Nelson's voice from Alexander was tinged with a metallic texture, as if Alexander was speaking.

"To be honest, the school spirit in Durmstrang is not good."

Hearing this sentence, Sigmund's face on the rostrum turned green.

Seeing that Alexander's power was reduced and he fell into a semi-standby state, Ludwig's eyes showed a hint of joy, but he quickly hid his expression in blood, and continued: "I'm from the Ruhr area, where there are Muggles. The place where they dug coal and smelted iron, and the wizards born there, even if they are pure blood, are mud legs among mud legs. People like me are only worthy of being beaten and beaten to experience things that I have never had the opportunity to touch magic."

In the auditorium, a gray-haired, bald old man took off his brand-new hat and covered his eyes with his hands. He was Ludwig's grandfather, who came to Hogwarts to watch his grandson's death at the invitation of Durmstrang. During the competition, the back of his dark hand was covered with calluses and wrinkles, like a riverbed in the dry season, but this hand quickly became wet. The surrounding Durmstrang students wanted to comfort them but dared not approach the silently weeping old man .

"But I never hated my origin," Ludwig raised his head, looked at the god-like giant and said seriously, "I have some classmates from my hometown, and they are often bullied, maybe because I am the tallest among my peers." Big ones, or maybe because I was the only one who dared to resist, they always like to hide behind me when they are being bullied."

Nelson didn't speak, the giant's one-eyed twinkled as if thinking.

"Hehe," Ludwig grinned, "Even when signing up for the Triwizard Tournament, I have to challenge opponents for my friends that I don't know at all, and who may even be impossible to beat, such as You two."

"Do you hate it?"

"I enjoy it," Ludwig shook his head. "I lived with my grandfather since I was a child. He devoted everything to me. Although he may not be a brilliant wizard, he always left the best for me. From birth to now, his only new set of clothes was bought for him when the school invited him to watch the game after I became a warrior. The grade was knocked down to the sixth grade, but I always choose to stand in front! There are more and more people behind me, but what I do is not as good as my grandfather."

Ludwig's grandfather shrugged his shoulders more violently, and the surrounding students gathered around him.

During the conversation between Nelson and Ludwig, the camera of the water curtain moves forward quickly, approaching Alexander's fist hanging in the air.

I saw metal soldiers who had abandoned their shields huddled together like a colony of ants who fell into the water in the legend of the rivers and lakes, forming a ball that looked disgusting. They clung to the spikes on Alexander's hands tightly, and even pierced by thorns, and fixes itself there too.

The soldiers built up the adult ladder in an orderly manner, and the "ball" spread out layer by layer, revealing Tom and Margaret wrapped in it. to the back of Alexander's hand.

There was a violent exhaust sound from Alexander's head, and the giant seemed to be thinking about Ludwig's words all the time. Finally, Nelson let out a long sigh and said, "Then we are quite alike."

"I don't have you... so outrageous."

The blood all over Ludwig's body was solidified, and his injuries also recovered quickly under the physique of the supersonic bat. Seeing the two people who had already run to Alexander's arm, his hand holding the wand no longer convulsed, and his gaze became firmer. "But I was very lucky. When I entered school, I got a powerful partner. I also have a little ability in magic. Although it is insignificant, as long as you don't completely knock me down, I can still stand up."

Tom's chicken-stealing was so successful that he and Margaret had reached Alexander's forearm and were climbing up the exposed structures around the spiraling metal pipes.

"You are fine." Nelson praised, "It's a pity that my Alexander only has one hand now, otherwise I must applaud you."

"I may not be able to afford its applause."

Ludwig thought to himself: "It's a good thing we can't applaud, otherwise the two of them will fall down, wouldn't it be in vain for me to say so much?"

"I have never seen such a magnificent magical creation," his tone was full of praise, "I wonder if there is a chance to see it in its entirety?"

"There will be." Nelson replied, and then said something that made Ludwig a little confused, "So, you are T, aren't you?"

"What? What's a 'T'?"

"I mean, you're in charge of attracting aggro, or, attracting my attention," Nelson explained, "and letting the two of them sneak up on me? I have to say, your division of labor is really reasonable, and it can be done in a fistful." I was shocked to think of this tactic when I was playing."

There was no shock in Nelson's voice coming from Alexander's body. He even commented: "Indeed, Tom's magic is the fastest and most powerful, and it is most suitable for bows and arrows. Miss Sagan integrates control, defense and interference. Might not be able to actually do damage to Alexander, but it's a great support."

"..."

Seeing the plan come to light, Ludwig waved his wand, and the swarm of insects that survived the explosion rushed towards Alexander's feet, but were blocked by the high-temperature steam.

His wings were wide open, and a silent scream came out from his mouth. The sound waves swept around, smashing the mayflies that were slowly approaching him into pieces.

"Do you know what Transfiguration is?" Nelson asked himself. "Of course, Transfiguration is what can change back and forth. Don't you think I'm a fool? Transfiguring a stupid big guy to bully you?"

"Could it be..." Ludwig trembled in his heart, and shouted into the air with a sharp voice, "Be careful!"

Tom and Margaret made preparations early on. As soon as Ludwig finished speaking, all parts of Alexander's forearm began to twist and change except for the skeleton of the three long poles.

"A little big is lonely, a little big is small, and Alexander is not just big."

Pieces of gears and parts fell off Alexander's arm, forming mayflies of various shapes in the air. They circled around the arm and lined up quickly, raising their eyes to shoot a salvo.

Several pieces of silver shields with hidden blades surrounded Tom and Margaret's trash, entering and exiting seven times in the formation of mayflies, as if entering a land of no one.

But their footsteps were still blocked. Looking at more and more mayflies around them that almost formed a wall, Tom's face became serious. If they don't break through quickly, they will soon fall into the same situation where they faced endless enemies before. Strange circle.

Seeing this, Ludwig yelled, and rushed towards them with a volley of mayflies. When he was approaching Tom, he first pointed his wand at the two of them, and a sound-absorbing barrier appeared beside them. Then, he opened his mouth wide. , vomiting blood from the throat.

Tom and Margaret couldn't hear him making any noise, but saw the mayflies around them falling down like dumplings.

Ludwig waved his broken wings, and a gust of wind swayed behind him. He grabbed the arms of Tom and Margaret, ignored the bleeding from the wound, and flew straight towards the golden gear on top of Alexander's head.