My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I cannot help but mourn your fate, Professor Dippet."

Nelson held down the armrest and stood up from the throne. His face hidden in the mist was also clearly exposed in front of the two people on the ground. Armando straightened his waist in a strange posture.

Armando stood in place, motionless. The arc splashed from Alexander's body seemed to be able to predict his actions, firmly blocking his possible dodge direction, and Armando did not dare to disapparate to escape, because he could clearly see He felt that in the misty mist, there were countless angry eyes staring at him, waiting for him to make actions that he shouldn't have, and crushing him into powder in the next moment.

"Sorry, Credence." Nelson's voice sounded beside Credence, "I'm late."

"Sooner or later is the same for me," Credence forced a smile, "As long as Adele doesn't get hurt, it's not too late for you."

Seeing the face he had been using for a long time, Credence closed his eyes in a relaxed manner, and then, a column of smoke condensed from white mist fell from the air like Jack's pea vine, quickly engulfing Credence Stretching Si's waist, he felt a burst of coolness and comfort, the constricted magical power slowly loosened, and even the silence in his body changed from a manic and restless state to peaceful.

Immediately afterwards, as if an iron hook was pulling on his navel, Credence only felt the oppressive sense of darkness for a moment, and quickly left the dangerous area.

At this moment, everything was silent, and even the small animals living among the trees instinctively fled here. In the huge forest, except for those unlucky big trees without long legs, only Armando and Nelson were left here.

Nelson looked down at the motionless Armando. In his eyes, Armando's body was almost completely wrapped in green light. It was like a disgusting parasite, lying on top of the old headmaster's head, controlling him with magic power. He has seen such a scene, it is the "masterpiece" committed by Isabel who has not yet been buried, but compared with the "drugs" that control the people around him, the medicine on Amando's body is undoubtedly more powerful.

Armando raised his head amidst the lingering green light, and stared at Nelson in silence, the faint green light seeped out from his seven orifices, slowly drifting into the magic power lingering around him, he The body is aging rapidly, but the greenery is more vigorous.

"Is this going to fight till the end? For an illusory hope."

Nelson sighed, held down the brim of his hat, leaned forward, and jumped.

In Armando's sight, the hem of Nelson's windbreaker lifted by the wind was like a pair of wings, standing in the sun above his head and swooping down, the rune spinning around his body was spinning like a complicated dial, and he His silhouette was like a light feather, hitting every inch of the breeze hovering in the air just right, and stepping on every steam that Alexander's body spewed just right. He didn't use magic like the levitating spell, and he didn't even make too much effort. With too many movements, it floated down like fallen leaves.

When he was about to approach the ground, Nelson's weightless body suddenly curled up and rushed into the steam ejected from the duct at Alexander's ankle. Then, a pure white cat jumped up and gently touched the top of the steam. With one step, he leaped in front of Amando lightly, stood still in the form of a human being, pointed the long sword obliquely at his feet, and this sharp sword that was constantly circulating was in the process of changing all the time. Even if it is extremely gorgeous and radiant, it is not enough to cover up the incomparably sharp spirit of the sword bearer.

"Hogwarts . . . teaching students to survive with wands."

Armando lowered his head and murmured softly. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if squeezed out of a rotten vocal tract. Even this trembling body seemed to be about to collapse, but Nelson didn't care. Dare to underestimate it, because the active level of Amondo's magic power has even surpassed all the wizards he has ever seen. With the help of Isabel's secret medicine, Amondo burned his own life and desperately put the last remaining wizard to death. I pinned my thoughts on this hope that seemed meaningless to anyone.

"I cherish my wand very much, Professor Dippet," Nelson shook the hilt, and the parts that make up the sword were scattered and suspended in the air. The black walnut wand hidden in the hilt was shiny, looking like a Having just been waxed, he raised his wand to his chest, letting the irreversible parts float in the air and combine with each other to form different shapes, staring at Amento's eyes with only a trace of reason, and said softly, "I really want to Let me tell you, I am willing to let you go, I am willing to send you to find Barry, so that you can have a chance to reconcile with him, and the life like a candle can bloom beside the only relatives left, but I don't miss you."

"I think so too." Amando, who was on the verge of collapse, cherished words like gold.

"I can't make a decision on behalf of Barry, nor can I forgive you for Credence's injury." Nelson took off his hat and nodded slightly, "The headmaster of Hogwarts must not want to leave in ruins, this is what I would like to give you. The greatest mercy."

"Barry...hehe," Amando, who was burning with life, seemed to have regained some sanity. He saw the firm and suppressed anger in Nelson's eyes, so he gave up those meaningless tricks and did not fight those school-related feelings. card, just said indifferently, "I sent Barry a portrait, he should not be willing to open those packages, I asked someone to draw it before... before."

"I see." Nelson put his hat back on and nodded. "Professor Dumbledore may be willing to take you back...is this your last words?"

"No," Armando shook his head, "You are a student of Hogwarts, so I will save your life."

"Hehe," Nelson smiled, "Sorry, I won't."

...

"I don't understand the logic of your behavior. Does black magic really affect intelligence?"

Tom stepped on Daguerre's neck and waved his wand slowly like a band conductor. The invisible sharp blade slashed his chest with blood, and it was not filled with animal flesh like the Daguerre he encountered before. Seeing the scene of blood splattering, not only did he not feel sick, but he licked his lips, as if enjoying the feeling of inflicting pain on the enemy.

"Even animals know that predation has to pick on weak opponents. Do you guys like to challenge the limit so much?"

Daguerre lay flat on all fours on the gravel-covered ground, four spindle-shaped cones made of magic power pierced through his wrists and ankles, nailing him firmly to the ground, and countless poisonous snakes were on his body Crawling around, spitting out the letter from time to time, licking his exposed skin, their eyes revealed the light of hunger and thirst, and it seemed that they would swarm up and eat Daguerre up in the next second.

Around them, the original lush trees disappeared, only some sporadic wood residues scattered on the charred ground, and small but bottomless valleys appeared on the originally flat land. Tom was in better condition than the disfigured Daguerre lying on the ground, but he also changed his clothes. It was obvious that an extraordinary battle had just happened here.

Tom thought that this annoying magic merchant was just good at using clones and tricks to escape, but he didn't expect that he would be so difficult to deal with in frontal battles. Some of his and Nelson's former opponents' special spells also appeared in the treasure bag like a treasure bag. On him, and the magic he has mastered has even exceeded the limit that most wizards can learn in their lifetime.

But even so, judging from the results, the final winner was Tom—he went through a fierce battle, and even had to use several kinds of magic that Nelson strongly opposed to him to defeat this opponent.

"What do you want to express?"

Even though people are slashing and I am fish, Daguerre still shows the self-cultivation of a profiteer, squeezes out a signature smile, and asks with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"You, no, why do you always trouble us?" Tom frowned, looking at the beams of light in the distant sky, and said impatiently, "In fact, whether you want to dominate the world or use power, Na I don't even want to meddle in these disgusting nosy things, why do you always get used to stretching your dirty hands around us? There are so many things in the world for you to harm, but why do you like to hit stones with pebbles so much? Take Adele Come on, there are so many Obscures in the world, why do you like to stare at an innocent little girl? If you ask me, go to Newt Scamander and buy some goods, use those magical animals as your disgusting Wouldn't the cost of the experiment be much lower?"

"Isn't a wizard the most perfect magical animal? What's more, a person with power will never be an innocent little girl. As a businessman, my purpose is to provide my customers with the best goods and services " Daguerre said with a relaxed smile, "As long as you pay the right price, there is nothing you can't buy, and there is nothing you can't sell."

"So did you buy it?" Tom increased the strength on his feet, and Daguerre's face turned purple due to lack of oxygen, he smiled sarcastically, "So what did Dippet buy from you? The opponent you beat? That's funny."

"Ahem... I misjudged the situation," Daguerre still smiled, "If I had known that you have grown to this level, I would not have asked for such a low price."

"You adults who put people on the negotiating table like this are disgusting," Tom bent down, and pressed his wand against Daguerre's eyes. The wooden wand hit his eyeballs directly, making Daguerre roll his eyes. Or even a simple action like blinking can't be done, "I'm a little curious, if I want you to kill yourself, how much will it cost?"

"You can't afford this price, Mr. Riddle," Daguerre didn't seem to need to use his throat at all, even though he was about to lose his breath, his words at this time could be considered neat, "You are also my regular customer, You must know that my prices are always reasonable."

"So your life is very valuable?"

Tom shrugged, relaxed some strength, and asked with interest.

"certainly."

"Very well, then, what price will you give to keep your dog's life?"

Seeing that Daguerre wanted to say something, Tom waved his wand, and the deathly black light with a touch of blood penetrated his body, and the pain that hit the soul directly made Daguerre's body twitch and struggle like a fish just caught by a fisherman, but Unable to move under the unbreakable blockade, Tom let a small black snake crawl on his hand and turned into a black glove, as if he didn't want to get dirty. He patted Daguerre's cheek lightly, doing With a smile similar to that of Daguerre, he said in a cold voice: "I am also your regular customer, you must know that if it were Gnar, he would definitely not talk so much nonsense with you, this is to keep you This precious opportunity for life must be firmly grasped!"

...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Armando held up his wand, and it was heavyweight when he shot it. Nelson thought he had seen many dark wizards, including the Dark Lord Grindelwald, and he had never seen such a person who threw the death curse around. The stereotyped Amondo's image was quite different, but he did not dodge, and he didn't even blink his eyes in the face of the green light rushing towards his face.

"Snapped!"

A slight electric arc flashed by, and Armando's spell happened to hit a flash of lightning that lingered around Alexander's body.

Armando narrowed his eyes and raised his wand again.

This attack and defense was repeated for many rounds, each time ending with Armando's spell hitting something unimportant, such as a part of the sword that Nelson had scattered earlier, a stone splashed by steam, a cloud of Seeing the lost fog in front of him... the sense of peeping in the fog became more and more intense. He thought that after taking the medicine, his magic power had become stronger than that of his protégé Dumbledore, but he didn't expect to fall into such a frightening situation. What's even more frightening is that every spell was properly dispelled. The probing spell hit a stone, and the attacking spell was swallowed up by the mist, as if every step he took was stepping on the script created by the enemy. In a daze, he even saw faint footprints appearing on the ground, and every step he took upside down fit right into the outline he had drawn earlier.

Armando's body was shaking, and the overdraft of the potion had made him unable to even stand upright. There was a huge sound in the sky, but there was nowhere to display the magic power. The situation that was originally thought to be resolved quickly has even become like a running account. Uninteresting—a series of spells that go nowhere are like a clown's burlesque, and Nelson on the other side has driven him into this hopeless situation without even attacking.

Nelson even showed a disappointed expression, and kept saying sentences like "too much difference" that made Armando extremely ashamed.

He wanted to fight to the death, but every time he condensed huge magic power, he would be smashed into the air by the giant behind Nelson like a fly.

He just felt that he was like a marionette, and even if he used the spell of dying together, it was just a joke in the play.

"No... I can't die, Barry still—"

Armando couldn't even utter a complete sentence, he lost consciousness, leaned back, and fell into the mud. The astonishing green magic power entrenched in the air collapsed like a sand castle in the tide.