My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I do not know either."

Dumbledore's calm and composed voice came from the encirclement of the spell to the ears of the other two, and the blue water ball became more and more solid, as if it was picked up from the rippling sea hundreds of miles away with an ice cream scoop. It's as if it was scooped out directly, round and bright, with a clear and pure color, and it looks a little delicious.

Nelson licked his lips and hungrily stared at Dumbledore who was surrounded by more and more dense spells. This was not only because the delicious "ice cream ball" was enough to arouse people's appetite, but also because it was what he needed most right now. He doesn't want to wear clothes and sleep because he is afraid of lack of deforming materials. Although he can do this after getting the approval of the black walnut wand, he will only be reckless after all, lacking a way Effective magic—several small silver balls emerged from Nelson's side and scattered all over the jungle, capturing the thrilling duel with only one spectator in sight without any dead ends.

After the little balls started recording, Nelson simply shook his right hand, and a pointer-like golden long sword appeared in his palm. After only a moment, the parts of the long sword collapsed one after another, and countless fine parts were gathered in groups. A team of ants climbed up his right arm to the top of his head, and soon turned into a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses. Through the lenses made of water curtain and tiny lenses, Nelson's eyes seemed to reveal a kind of Amiable and gentle gray, but the vision he sees through the glasses becomes blurred like an impressionist painting, but the contrasting color blocks are marked in the eyes at the same time, and the magic spell that stays in the air for a short time is used according to its purpose. It was quickly replaced with simple colored lines, but Dumbledore's huge magic power and Grindelwald's unimaginably dense offensive still made the picture extremely mixed and difficult to distinguish.

Nelson raised his right hand, put his index finger against his temple, and his thumb rested on his chin. At some point, the Gunter family ring that appeared on his middle finger opened up a small path made of lost fog, and the magic power from the frame extended to the white window. , A heavy muffled sound came from the other end. In an instant, the air around Nelson's forehead became extremely hot. The sword that had been inserted on top of Alexander's head successfully connected to the huge and delicate heart of the giant far away in the illusion. .

The roar of steam rang in Nelson's ears, and the scene in front of him was refreshed and simplified countless times in a second. Soon, the miscellaneous lines belonging to Grindelwald's curse were uniformly marked in gray, among which A few heavyweights were marked red, and the huge color block of the water polo gradually faded. Soon, the afterimage of Grindelwald hiding in the forest and changing positions and Dumbledore standing still in the center of the water polo It was accurately marked on the lens, and Nelson, who inspired the magic power of the prophet, with the help of Alexander's huge magic power and structure, actually tried to mark on the lens the direction where Grindelwald's next Apparation was about to arrive. A humanoid silhouette appeared around Grindelwald.

And Nelson didn't have time to pay attention to the time when he seemed to press the slow down button because of his overly active thinking.

All this happened within a few seconds, so fast that neither of the two people in the battle had time to notice the changes around them, and Grindelwald's figure appeared within one of the outlines marked by Nelson in an instant, following Grindelwald Wo continued to toss and turn, and some predictions that did not conform to his habits were eliminated by the lens, and the predicted directions became less and less, but more and more accurate.

What a sight! A round and huge water polo crawled in the middle of the forest like a sleeping dragon, like a luxurious dark green evening dress dotted with a bright sapphire, and it was surrounded by dense spells of various colors, Delusional to destroy this delicate work of art.

Grindelwald's movements were so fast that the spell he shot seemed to be cast by countless wizards from all directions at the same time, thinking of Dumbledore.

Every wizard is afraid of his loyal and huge wizard army, afraid of his famous black magic attainments, afraid of his foresight to spy on the future one step ahead, afraid of his means of playing with human nature and provoking power, but few people understand the reason for confronting him. The greatest pressure on the opponent - it is Grindelwald's unique continuous apparition that is so fast that he does not seem to need to cast spells. He can defeat the opponent from the front like a strong ship in the sun, and he can also defeat the opponent at the moment when the enemy has no time to react. , incarnation of the shadow hiding in the blind spot, using the simplest spells to defeat the enemies who think they are invulnerable.

Nelson chased after them, his lips pale with the rush of magic.

He remembered the time when Grindelwald had daily dueling practice with him in Nurmengard. Compared with his current speed, the Apparition at that time was as slow as a tortoise crawling, and even every time he landed It was necessary to make some noise and pretend to chant spells to give Nelson a chance to react, but even so, in those years, Nelson seldom caught up to his speed.

"He has been maintaining a slightly better level than me... What kind of mastery is this?" Nelson was thinking in his heart, and the color on the lens was also changing rapidly, "It's too slow for me to calculate, I can't put all my energy into forecasting."

The pressure brought by Grindelwald and Dumbledore made Nelson feel a little unbearable, but it is impossible to bypass these two conservatives on the road of practicing Jonas' ideals and creating a world that belongs to everyone. Dashan with radicals, is he going to take his ambitions to the grave? Is he going to write all his ideals in his diary like Dr. Sykes? Couldn't he be a wizard like Grindelwald and Dumbledore?

"If you're timid, why not create a time-turner and escape!"

Nelson chuckled lightly. He made up his mind, and the remaining leaf fragments in his hand approached the mirror frame along the sleeve. The crystallization of Dr. Sykes is an invention comparable to any magic. He has been trying to use those living limb fragments to splice together He is always trying to stimulate their remaining magic power, but he does not know that what connects these "strangers" and gives them vitality is the "Sex Reduction" developed by himself!

The moment the remnants of the oak leaves came into contact with the frame, the magic power left in Jokunda's body was instantly stimulated, and it grew wildly like a wilderness with long drought and rain——Nelson knew very well about Dr. Sykes' research notes It will be less than his own. He forgets to eat and sleep every day, and almost has to memorize them in full. What he lacks is only a seed from "Rose", which is enough to restore everything.

Finally, when the remnants of oak leaves were drawn into the channel of the gears of the mirror frame, and then crushed into invisible powder, another imperceptible bridge was opened, and the magic power left by Jokunda passed from his shoulder for a long time. The crazily gushing out of the unhealed wound, although not huge, made the hot metal of the pointer sword instantly cool down, and Nelson's pressure was much less. At the same time, a vague heartbeat sounded from his ear. From the side, this heartbeat is different from the repeated roar of the steel heart pump, and it does not belong to any living creature. It is just a kind of restored to the purest magic power that opens its arms to the world. It restores the memory contained in the lost fog. The magic power restores Nelson's continuous predictions about Grindelwald's trajectory, restores the pressure caused by the steam flowing in the iron pipe, and coincides with Nelson's heartbeat and the buzzing of steel at the end of the lost fog passage in an instant.

Nelson's eyes widened, and all the predictions about Grindelwald on the lens disappeared.

"Dumbledore is short-sighted, so he will hide his final killing intent on the least powerful lighting spell. At the angle of the wand hand obliquely in front, this lighting spell is enough to make Dumbledore's glasses covered in water fog instantly Turn white." Nelson said silently in his heart, "The final trump card will be at the rear on the same side, and it should be some kind of unexpected means to defeat the enemy with one blow—for example, Fiendfire enough to burn the ocean."

Another phantom appeared at the position Nelson imagined, but this time it was not accompanied by companions like before, it was lonely, and it seemed so alone.

Nelson blinked, and his sense of the outside world became normal, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald were no longer drawn as if they were in slow motion.

The dense spells hit Dumbledore's water dungeon almost at the same time, and the round water ball slumped suddenly, swallowing up all the spells, and it was so tough that it was not broken. In the hail of bullets, Nelson saw Grindelwald's success Smiling face, when the water prisoner was tired of dealing with these tide-like spells, a dazzling light shone from his hand, as if a nuclear bomb had been ignited in the forest, even through the eyelids of Nelson who had closed his eyes early , turning his field of vision red.

When the light was gone, Nelson opened his eyes, and there was still a double image pierced by the strong light in front of him. It was hard to imagine whether the unsuspecting Dumbledore would go blind directly. The scattered spells were twisted together, bright and colorful, with a hint of nausea that was difficult to appreciate.

"At least it's an Illumination Charm."

Nelson remembered the enhanced lighting spell he lit in the sewer the night he and Tom searched for Nagini, and made a silent note in his heart that he must learn this thing. At this moment, he was reluctant to blink, letting his tear duct instinct The eyes were wet with tears, and he stared at Dumbledore's back.

Grindelwald raised his wand, and the figure that stayed in place for less than a second became unreal again.

In the phantom drawn by Nelson behind Dumbledore, Grindelwald perfectly filled it.

He handed the wand forward vigorously, a purple flame not much larger than a petal, like a butterfly flapping its wings, flew towards the water prison that had already changed color with beautiful steps like an elf, it bent down, lightly Kissing the flowing water, the dancer's veil-like tongue of flame spread like ripples from the landing point, and the fierce fire instantly ignited the entire water prison.

It took a few seconds for the scorching air wave to react, and it rushed in all directions like a tide. Those trees that were lush and green a few seconds ago had turned into coke that would disperse as soon as they were blown. The tornado roared into the sky immediately.

Silver light flew out of Nelson's pocket by itself, and condensed into a towering shield in front of him, like an anchor inserted into the bottom of the river, splitting the wave in two, and the scorching wind blew his hair back, Snowflake-like symmetrical ice crystals condensed on the surface of the shield, resisting the scorching heat.

But Nelson's eyes did not pay attention to Fiendfire, but fixedly stared at the outline of Dumbledore drawn on the lens, which was harassed by the heat.

He held up his wand, still indifferent, as if it was the ocean under the cliff, letting the rocks roll down, after the splash, it was still calm.

At this moment, the air above the forest became distorted due to the high temperature. Under the refraction of light and shadow, it seemed that there were two suns in the sky.

Water Prison... No, it should be called a fireball at this moment. The purple fireball maintains its original shape. Fiercefire burns all the spells blocked by the water prison regardless of enemy or friend. The dead silence of Fierce Fire is unremarkable, even charming like a middle-aged but still beautiful woman, but its temperature and lethality far exceed the first two. Grindelwald is worthy of playing Fierce Fire A brilliant wizard.

Just when the duel was about to end in Dumbledore's defeat, he suddenly moved, and then the fire also moved.

A thick stream of water gushed out from the water prison, and quickly divided the flames into four strands, like a ferocious four-headed giant snake, staring at Dumbledore in the center, and the water was also making a final counterattack, trying to wrap Fiendfire and The line of defense was quickly broken through, and the picture of the fusion of water and fire became more and more beautiful, but this beauty was a poison that would kill at the touch of a finger—he could still control the water flow against the temperature.

Standing behind Dumbledore, Grindelwald observed his struggle with interest, but he didn't know that the water column touching the ground was moistening the dry and cracked soil, approaching him slowly from the ground, and Dumbledore still had the strength to fight back.

Under the control of the Transfiguration Technique, those water jets quickly turned into struggling giant dragons. They left the last trace of water vapor on the ground, and flapped their wings to fly into the air.

"A shield in turn is a prison."

Dumbledore was still teaching Nelson. In an instant, a water polo that shrank many times rushed out of the soil under Grindelwald's feet, and sealed him firmly in the blink of an eye. He did not resist, and Fiercefire in the air also The water dragon, which was at the end of its strength, was completely steamed dry, and it roared and rushed towards Dumbledore.

"Magic is what you think!"

Dumbledore raised his wand aloft, and actually began to try to transfigure the spells cast by others.

There was a touch of red in the swiftly falling Fiendfire, followed by wings, a beak, and a bright crest.

"Phoenixes are not afraid of fire."

"But we are afraid of being caught by the landlord." Grindelwald said with a smile while staying in the water prison.

Dumbledore raised his head and looked in the direction of Mount Greylock. In the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, a dozen tiny black spots were approaching rapidly. Although it hadn't been long since the duel started, it was enough to alarm the teachers of Ilvermorny. .

Dumbledore lowered his wand, and the water prison collapsed, showering Grindelwald on his head. He whistled nonchalantly, and the phoenix that was taking shape in the downward dive collapsed, and a purple fireball shot up into the sky. It exploded, as if there were three suns wrestling in the sky at this moment.

"I'll be waiting for you in Boston."

Grindelwald looked at Nelson, the glasses on his face had disappeared.

As soon as his words fell, the three of them disappeared instantly, leaving behind a new forest that was rapidly growing on the ashes.

The teachers of Ilvermorny formed an array, flying brooms cautiously close to the canopy of the tree, lowered their altitude and approached here, while in the adjacent town, Melissa Sykes and Alan who were nervous because of the fright Mundo Dippet was also slowly approaching the duel location.

Judging by the speed, they will soon meet in this devastation.

The three suns hanging high in the sky slowly dissipated, and in a camp on the outskirts of Boston, a group of people wearing robes with sun patterns painted on them were offering a dance for their god who answered the call.