My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I... don't understand what you mean?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the wizards behind Piqueli suddenly felt chills down their spines. Like Piqueli, they still didn't understand a word of what Nelson said clearly.

"Does this guy want wizards to kill Muggles?" Someone figured out the joints, but quickly rejected this absurd idea. How could the wizard's life be placed on the same balance as that group of mud-legged people? Woolen cloth? What's more, the person who said this sentence is also a wizard, this sentence must have a deeper meaning, it's just that I was stupid and didn't think clearly.

"Can't understand English? It's okay, I can translate for you."

The crowd behind Nelson couldn't help but suppressed laughter. Like Muggles, many wizards took pleasure in making fun of these mud-legged people in America.

"Sorry, I can understand, but I don't quite understand. What is the price of the same sincerity you said?"

"Is it hard to understand?"

Nelson swung his hand holding the Elder Wand vigorously, and a gust of wind blew up, and the doors of a row of dilapidated warehouses beside him slammed open. Pale powder piled up like a granary to form hills. A flood gushed out of the house like a flood, and under Nelson's control, it merged into a pale boa constrictor and entangled behind him. With the shouts of countless people.

"Do you know what this is?"

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know." Piqueli covered her mouth and nose with her hands, and took a staggering step back. Death has no smell, but at this moment, she smelled an extremely strong smell of death.

But she couldn't back down easily, the pain of being pierced by the wand in the back of her head pulled her back from fear to reality, and she had to face it.

"This is the ashes."

Nelson put his hand down to his side. These ashes filled the warehouse were burned by the people who died in Second Salem. This group of insane researchers not only played with them during their lifetime, but even after their death Squeeze out the last trace of value - the ashes of people who died desperately under the torture of black magic are the best black magic material, and there was such a good batch of goods in Knockturn Alley not long ago.

"It's really hard to imagine, Ms. Piqueri, one thousand three hundred and sixty people! One thousand three hundred and sixty people!" Nelson raised his palms, and the head of the pale boa constrictor gently moved up to him. Rubbing his palms together, Nelson complained angrily, "More than a thousand people, even if they stood together, would be enough to fill all the open space here, but after they died, there was only such a little left!"

Piqueri and the wizards behind her stared blankly at the boa constrictor who showed affection to Nelson, and were too frightened to speak. No matter how many people were seen from the report, they were just numbers, but when they really faced all this, they Feel the shock.

Someone in the line couldn't help vomiting.

"Do you find them disgusting? Do they make you sick?" Tom gritted his teeth in disgust, another wand appeared in his empty hand, and he stretched out his hand without looking back. A flash of red light flashed, and a person behind him was hit by a bang Flying, and causing the wizards behind him to suffer, they huddled and fell to the ground, stinking with vomit.

"I don't think they're disgusting at all, but rather innocent, what do you think?" Nelson asked coldly as he brushed his fingers across the scales of the giant white python. The wizards behind Picquery kept nodding. Devo, they've lost their fighting spirit.

"My lord, please don't touch it, the black magic contained in it will cause great harm to the body."

Someone from the saint behind reminded him, but Nelson did not follow his advice. Instead, he gently stroked its forehead, turned around, and whispered to the concerned saint, "To tell you the truth, I just saved them. Became a serpent, and did nothing after that."

"grown ups……"

"Do you understand what this means? These more than a thousand victims are approaching me. I don't feel the erosion of the so-called black magic at all. I only feel the same body temperature as me—also, in Haierbo's Horcrux. Before they were discovered, they were living people like me," Nelson turned his head violently, and angrily said, "But some people wantonly deprived them of the right to live, breathe, and emit the same body temperature as us, and wantonly trampled on other people's lives , is it worth drawing our swords against each other?"

The air froze, only the sound of the flashes kept ringing, and the penguin was blowing, moving around, looking for a shooting angle. After a while, the sudden loud noise in the saints' procession almost made him throw away the camera.

"Worth it! Worth it! Worth it!"

"Fine," Nelson continued, taking his hands off the snake's head. "Should we just sit back and watch this?"

This time the roar came more crisply and neatly than last time: "No way! No way! No way!"

"Then what price should they pay?"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

"That's right, if you sow the wind, you will reap the storm." Nelson stared at Picquery and the wizards, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately like you."

"This... is ridiculous, it's crazy!" Picqueri kept shaking his head, "Please believe in the Magical Congress of America once, we will definitely find all those involved in this matter and give them a fair and open trial, forgive me Frankly speaking, neither you nor Nurmengard can guarantee true justice, and only by working together can we give the victims a satisfactory explanation."

"Yeah?"

Nelson took off his robe slowly and handed it to the saint who came forward behind him, almost crushing him to the ground.

A silver glow began to flicker from his neck, and soon covered his body with a cloak that shone like a starry sky. He raised the Elder Wand straight to his chest with his right hand, and wore the resurrection stone ring Pressing the back of his right hand with his left hand, he raised the Elder Wand above his head as if holding a holy sword.

At this moment, the sun set in the west on time, and the world was plunged into darkness.

"One sun puts out another, and the hoe and the wand are in the same hand."

Amidst the whispering chants, a dazzling light that was so dazzling that it was hard to look directly shot out from the tip of the Elder Wand, and shot straight into the sky. It only took a second for it to penetrate the body of the black Voldebat above his head. , pierced straight into the center of the imprint of the Deathly Hallows hanging high in the sky, passed through the imprint's logo, and continued to march toward the distant starry sky. Finally, after the sun sank to the west, another sun shone in the sky.

Someone in the ranks of the saints had seen a similar scene, it was a cloud floating faintly above Knockturn Alley.

The "sun" is like an eye, indifferently scanning all living beings under its feet. As the light from the Elder Wand becomes more intense, it slowly bursts open, tearing open a wound filled with mist in the night. The lost fog dripped from the cracks, covering the surrounding night scene with a layer of dreamy silver.

Nelson's face turned pale again, and the pure white light fell from the crack to the ground, shining on the wizard and the pale boa constrictor on the surface, a humane sense of relief appeared on its face, guided by the light, , The body of the snake exploded from the inside, turning into white bone powder all over the sky, and dots of silver light emerged in the white beam of light, heading towards the crack like reversed rain.

"so beautiful……"

Traumatized, but recovering some spirits, the little girl Adele stretched out her bloodstained hands to touch the slowly rising rain of light. She knew what the rain was and said her final farewell to them.

She thought that the rain should be colder than the real rain, but she never expected that those fairy-like light particles would dance and sing around her, lining up to kiss her forehead.

In the sound of rain, she heard a familiar voice.

"Come on, Adele, go back and take a shower, you are still the most beautiful girl."

"Live on, little girl, and you can become a lawyer in the future."

"You're going to have a great future, I swear to God... oh no, I swear to myself."

"If you get bullied, you can go to my son, he's a cop in Cleveland."

"..."

She has heard all these voices. They were the "prisoners" who accompanied her during the nightmare time at the Second Salem station. In the rare night of respite, they once encouraged each other and looked forward to the coming of the savior. She felt the tears in her eyes Moisture filled the air, and the tear glands that had been dried up due to the death penalty gushed out tears again.

"Little girl, you've recovered a little bit." Zweig squatted beside her and gently touched her head. She raised her neck and looked past the densely packed saints in front of her eyes, the hut, the darkness, and the light , firmly condensed behind Nelson.

The American wizards behind Picquery had never seen such a battle. At this moment, they only wanted Nelson to withdraw his magical powers. Some people with faith were even on the verge of mental breakdown and raised their wands again.

Tom turned around, the wand in his right hand still resting on the back of Piquelli's head, staring vigilantly at the panicked crowd behind him.

"Leave this to me, Riddle." A deep male voice rang in Tom's ear, he turned his head, it was Grindelwald, he was looking up at the gap in the sky, and murmured, "It's so beautiful... Is it to master the power of death?"

He lowered his head, grabbed Tom's wrist, took it off the back of Picquery's head, and said softly, "You're tired, go to Nelson, he needs you."

Tom nodded without saying anything, and walked over to Nelson, past Piqueli.

Grindelwald looked at Tom's back and smiled. The moment he walked out of the crowd, a blue Fierce Flame gushed out from the ground against Tom's heels, and a wall-like ring of fire locked all the wizards firmly. On the spot, he flicked his fingers, and the flame burst out suddenly, growing to a height of more than three meters. He stood quietly on the spot, admiring the beautiful scenery in the sky, which was the scenery he had dreamed of.

"Tom."

Nelson greeted Tom with a hoarse voice when he saw Tom coming towards him.

"Your?" Tom pointed to the sky. "I'll help."

"How can I," Nelson shook his head, motioning Tom to approach, "I'll give you back the ring of the Gaunt family."

Tom shook his head, stretched out his hand and took away the Elder Wand held by Nelson. He could see that it was the holy artifact that needed the most magic power - he carefully maintained the beam of light, and the magic power in his body was being greedy by it. As he plundered the ground, his face suddenly turned white, shining white in the light.

"It's kind of silly, Tom."

"Huh?" Tom snorted softly, and straightened his back even more. Suddenly, he felt Nelson grabbing the Elder Wand together with him. With the joint efforts of the two, the three reunited holy artifacts showed a greater power. Power, the gap on the top of the head is getting wider and wider, and the light sprinkled on it will embellish the surroundings as bright as day.

Under the silver light, the ashes floating in the air disappeared in an instant, and the souls locked in it by the black magic were freed, but they did not act immediately, but instead gathered around the two of them, as if they were doing their last. bid farewell.

Nelson suddenly felt a burst of lightness in his body. Looking down, wisps of milky white steam emerged and rose from the surface of the cloak—that was the memory he read when he was rescuing the remaining fifty people. The souls dissipated under the baptism, and the burden on Nelson suddenly became much lighter.

He smelled gratitude in the light around him, but it wasn't enough, and black sludge was torn from his temple after the milky white memory transpired, it was the memory of Peeves whom he had glimpsed, A hundred years of pure malice had always accumulated in the depths of his soul, making Nelson involuntarily sensitive and violent, but all this disappeared under the gift of the rescued.

"Sorry for not coming sooner," Nelson closed his eyes, "maybe without me, Hai Erbo's Horcrux wouldn't-"

Tom finally knew why Nelson was so caring, and even blamed himself so much. He was about to say something when a hand made of light spots came out from the night, stretched out a finger and pressed Nelson's lips Immediately afterwards, it opened its palm, caressed Nelson's cheek like a mother, lifted his face up, and took out the small black ball wrapped in chains from the coat held by the saint behind him, and placed it on the Mosuo gently in the hand.

The black was instantly melted and disintegrated, and the chain returned to the form of magic power and floated in the air, leaving a milky white, smooth, bone-like delicate sphere.

"Son, listen to us, you don't have to stand on the opposite side of the world for us..."

"We are already grateful to you, but there are better solutions to everything, especially for you, there are more people in suffering who need you to save, you don't have to set yourself up for a group of greedy ignorant people it's here."

"Look at that little girl, she is still alive, the living is the most important thing."

"I was a lawyer..."

"I'm a soldier..."

"I'm a farmer, look, this next to me is my wife..."

"Please let us protect you once, you are too tired, child."

"Protect yourself, listen to me..."

"No!" Nelson shook his head and clenched his fist firmly, "I must judge them!"

"No, you don't have to."

"Your justice will be twisted into power and brutality, and if you use the same methods as theirs, everything you do will fall short."

"But we can, we are already dead."

"Let us judge them."

Another group of people appeared around the station, and the leader was Dumbledore. Their eyes were first attracted by Grindelwald's Fiendfire, and then they quickly noticed the heavenly vision.

"My God..."