My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"continue."

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Tom's mouth. Although the two of them had lost the ability to resist at this moment, even though they were surrounded by Aurors, the offensive seemed to be reversed. No one dared to approach, and no one acted rashly , as if they were surrounded.

Tom raised his head and looked up at the dark mark on the sky. He was so tired that he could hardly move, but he still endured the pain and straightened his back, putting Nelson's weight on his shoulders.

Time seems to be frozen, the breeze blows through the station exposed to the sun, although the sun is shining, but the Aurors feel as if they have fallen into an ice cave, the battle in New York in 1926 is in their minds, and the name left them So impressed was the sight of his mark that they were as if disarmed by a disarming spell.

The air became extremely oppressive, overwhelmed by an imaginary imprint and a name? How ridiculous!

A few young Aurors are finally ready to move. Grindelwald was still young in those years when he was most active, and young people are always not afraid of authority. Only after they keep stumbling and falling, they will have a long memory .

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a boy who was dissatisfied with his cowardly colleagues stepped forward.

"There are many obstacles!"

A transparent wave blade rushed towards Nelson's head. Nelson's head was tilted slightly, and his smooth blond hair shook slightly. He sideways avoided the spell, but it still hit the side of the black mask, accompanied by a sound With the crisp sound of gold and stone colliding, Nelson's body was thrown back, and the mask was blown away from his face, spinning and falling into the crowd.

Under the mask was a face that was so clean that it didn't look like a dark wizard. Nelson's head shook, then drooped again, and the hair on his forehead covered his face.

After seeing this face, the expressions of the Aurors present were different, and most of them felt incredible. Could it be that these Aurors hanging in the sky were written by this young man? There was more consternation in the crowd, but for quite different reasons.

Several Aurors backed away quietly, exchanged glances with each other, and raised their wands.

Despite hearing Nelson's voice, Tina still couldn't believe the scene, and after a moment's hesitation, she looked around and gripped her wand tightly.

The young Auror's shot triggered a series of chain reactions, and several spells struck Nelson and Tom, but some people in the crowd reacted faster than them. The few guys who shot on their own were all knocked down, and the Aurors were surprised to find that among the colleagues who had just come together, many of them left the team and locked them from behind.

After knocking down the attacking wizard, they raised their wands and prepared to protect the two on the roof.

But their movements were a bit slow, but this didn't affect Nelson and Tom.

For the saints have come.

A middle-aged man with well-combed hair suddenly appeared in the middle of the Auror encirclement. The moment he appeared, he had already observed the surrounding situation clearly. He suddenly raised his wand, and a solid barrier appeared in front of Nelson. After blocking the incoming spell, the barrier quickly dissipated.

"Master Wertling."

He turned to face Nelson on the roof, nodded slightly, and then raised his wand. A black beam of light rushed to the sky and merged into the mark of the Deathly Hallows summoned by Nelson.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late," Nelson said hoarsely. "Thank you, Abernathy."

The appearance of this person caused a commotion in the Auror team. He used to be a member of the American Auror team, and even Tina's immediate boss, Abernathy, was a powerful spellcaster. During his time as an Auror, he was also considered to have achieved remarkable results, but after Grindelwald escaped from prison, he quickly fell into the arms of Nurmengard.

Nelson and Abernathy once had a bond in Krakow.

Abernathy nodded, scanned the surrounding environment, and saw many familiar faces with solemn expressions. He quickly understood the situation at the moment and said to Nelson, "Do you need to evacuate? I will cover you .”

"No," Nelson shook his head, "we'll wait."

"Okay." Abernathy's acting style was like his spell, without any muddled water. He raised his wand, and the saints who had escaped from the Auror team appeared beside him one after another, and the encirclement was slightly squeezed apart. , making Nelson's breathing easier.

"Abernathy! You have the face to face us!"

Seeing her former boss, Tina scolded angrily.

"Long time no see." Abernathy did not respond to her greeting, but just greeted with a smile. Under his command, several people opened the battlefield and set up a barrier that could block it for a while.

Tina deeply forgot about Nelson's glance, and their eyes collided in the air. She seemed to be questioning whether what Nelson said to her at the dinner table was deceitful, but Nelson did not avoid his eyes as she imagined. Looking at her with guilt, his eyes were so clear that Tina was slightly shaken.

But her identity didn't give her much time to think. Seeing that the barrier led by Abernathy was about to be completed, she also ordered an attack on the surrounded people.

Two fists are no match for four hands, the barrier is crumbling under the indiscriminate bombardment, several Aurors are struggling to support, but they are not afraid, as long as they raise their heads, they can see the imprint of the holy artifact above their heads, they know that the reinforcements has come.

"Crack!"

A hideous crack appeared in the barrier very quickly, and even a disarming spell invaded through the crack, shooting straight at Nelson in the middle, but he did not dodge or dodge, a saint quickly appeared in front of him, cast the spell block.

In the next second, the air around Nelson twisted, and an old man with scars and a hideous face appeared beside him.

"Huh? Nelson? What are you doing here? You got hit?"

"Andre, why are you here?" Nelson was also a little confused, shouldn't he be in Europe?

"I'm here to do something, tsk tsk, Boston is my sad place," Andre shook his head, observing the surrounding environment, "Abernathy? What do you call him for?"

A veteran saint of his kind didn't take much notice of a man like Abernathy.

"I answer the call, Lord Andre," Abernathy even had time to raise his head and retort. "It is my honor to protect Wiltonin by the stream."

"Hmph, I hope you take good care of it." Andre raised his wand with a smirk, and a thick black beam shot straight into the sky and merged into the mark of the Deathly Hallows. It became bigger and more conspicuous, "You Think he needs your protection?"

"I need it," Nelson said hastily.

Andre didn't participate in the defense led by Abernathy. He raised his wand until the gap where the disarming spell flew, and the wand spit out green light bullets like a machine gun, flying into the Auror team In the middle, a series of explosions were set off.

"It's a bit difficult," Andre looked at the dark crowd in front of him, the scars on his face twitching, "Did you step on their tails? Why are there so many people?"

"I'm looking for Haierbo's Horcrux, but the Magic Congress of America wants to use it to do bad things."

"No wonder."

Andre understood that he knew a little about Nelson's deeds. Needless to say, he jumped off the roof, walked out of the barrier, and continued to fight back the Aurors approaching the barrier with his own strength.

Andre attracted a lot of firepower, which put a lot of pressure on Abernathy and his team who were maintaining the barrier. Although they were not against each other, they were still able to play exquisite coordination-especially Andre in front of and behind the barrier Repeatedly jumping horizontally, did not suffer any damage.

"Increase the firepower! There will be more and more of them! We must take them down first!"

A relatively sober leader among the Aurors commanded, and their spells began to focus on the torn wound of the barrier, which made the barrier more fragile. After a few seconds, it shattered, and Nelson was once again exposed to the Aurors. under the wand.

Tom raised his arms, ready to squeeze his magic power, and joined the counterattack. He understood why Nelson didn't choose to retreat, and he also knew that as long as they persisted in this paragraph, they would become the victor and become the party of justice, not to mention, only two The worst personal time is long gone.

But Nelson lowered his hand and shook his head slightly.

"Roar!"

A huge black monster with no specific shape suddenly appeared, swallowing up the curse shot at Nelson, and Nelson vaguely saw a somewhat familiar figure.

Silently!

As soon as he appeared, he showed crushing strength, and it took only a moment to break up the formation of the Aurors, dividing a blank area between the two warring parties.

After doing all this, he quickly disappeared as abruptly as when he came.

The sunny day suddenly turned cold, and the air in the center of the Second Salem garrison was distorted and deformed everywhere. Figures appeared in the circle surrounded by the Aurors. Luo contended, but soon, their team grew larger.

There are men and women, old and young, some are dressed in luxurious long-distance running, some are dressed in Muggle attire, some are alone, some are in groups, they have different skin colors and different accents, but just take a look, they Then they became clear about each other's identities, and after confirming the situation in the field, the coming wizards raised their wands, and more and more black light beams merged into the Deathly Hallows imprint in the sky, making it even bigger and more powerful. It is more conspicuous, like a star falling to the earth, enough to attract the attention of people hundreds of miles away.

Nurmengard is strongly announcing its return.

The moment they saw the imprint of the holy vessel, the saints had already rushed to the assembly point without even having time to change their costumes. This made these saints from all walks of life look like a motley crew, but their ranks were in disarray. The Aurors were much more tidy. They were silent, orderly, and formed a neat line around Nelson.

Many of these American saints have never even met Nelson, but the moment they saw the mark, they had already made a decision.

More and more saints appeared here, making the already sizeable resident of Second Salem suddenly become cramped and cramped.

As the number of saints increased, the wands of the Aurors gradually became silent.

The Aurors retreated under the persecution of the saints. Under the pressure of the number, they quickly became the surrounded party. Unlike before being intimidated by Grindelwald's reputation, they really did not dare to act rashly.

Finally, after the foothold was continuously compressed, a curse was shot from the Auror's team at the saint.

This spell was like a sparking fuse, instantly igniting the dull powder keg.

Countless spells were shot at the enemy from both camps, there was no indication of intention, no formation of troops, no pre-battle mobilization-the battle started like this, the spell knocked down the enemy, or was knocked down by the enemy , the wizards in the hail of bullets have no choice.

Compared with these saints from all walks of life, the Aurors are undoubtedly much stronger in battle, but their numbers are not dominant, not to mention, a few minutes ago, their companions had already attacked from behind, and the betrayed The price is not just downsizing, but jealousy. Not only do they have to face the overwhelming offensive of the saints, but they also have to be wary of their companions who are fighting side by side, lest they suddenly turn their wands and add firewood to the sacred mark above their heads. Head against yourself.

The independent Aurors have left behind the tactical manuals they have memorized during training, and rely solely on their personal abilities to mediate in the battlefield.

But this is undoubtedly to make them lose their martial arts. As far as duels are concerned, there are some hard-working fighters among the saints with a strong sense of faith. Their cooperation with each other is particularly strong.

What's more, there are still a steady stream of wizards appearing on the battlefield, joining the queue of saints.

But the Aurors are the best among the wizards after all, their battle of trapped beasts should not be underestimated, and many saints were injured and left the field under their crazy counterattack.

The battle became more and more fierce, and more and more people were injured and fell down. Tina alone caused a lot of trouble for the saints, but there are people who can withstand the pressure, and naturally there are people who cannot bear the pressure. There were a few Aurors who had Apparated away, and they had escaped at such a critical moment.

Perhaps they were calling for reinforcements, or perhaps it was a rational choice to evacuate in such a situation with such an advantage in numbers, but fleeing the battle greatly affected the fighting spirit of the Aurors, and more and more people made the decision to fight against them. The same choice, only a small group of people headed by Tina remained in place.

I thought they would be disheartened, but the group of people left behind is the part with the strongest belief in the Aurors, and they are also elite.

The situation even reached a stalemate for a while, until the imprint of the Deathly Hallows on the top of the head slid down like fine sand, raining black rain on the land.

In the rain, black yarn filled the sky.