My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The further you go in, the figures of wizards and Muggles in strange clothes become less and less. Beside the sculpture of Pythia, there are only a group of wizards in decent wizard robes talking to each other. They look more serious than the guys on the outside. a lot of,

Nelson raised his hat slightly and greeted a familiar guy.

"Did you come so early, too?" This is an enthusiastic middleman, with a strong Mexican accent in his accent, and his face is full of slickness. He looks like a handsome man. Nelson nodded, remembering his identity, it seems to be someone A small leader of the Ministry of Magic of a small country, he had seen this face in the center.

"Come and take a look." Nelson nodded, put back his hat, and walked towards the sculpture of Pythia.

"Do you have any amazing products this time?" The man didn't seem to notice that Nelson was not talking, and trotted to keep up with him, rubbing his hands and asking.

"Isn't this exhibition organized by the French Ministry of Magic? I think they may have more good things worth noting."

"I see," the man took out two gold-plated business cards from his hat, stuffed them into the hands of Nelson and Tom, and said with a smile, "I will only pay attention to your factory from the beginning to the end!"

After all, he bowed and left quickly.

"A man like that never loses money anywhere." Tom wondered.

"It's just that life is too tiring."

"Who would feel tired if there is money to be made?" Tom shrugged, and the two of them reached out to the sculpture of Pythia almost at the same time. Tom also covered the back of his head with his other hand, for fear that the statue would take revenge Treat yourself again.

"I advise you not to do this. After all, no woman wants to be judged with vindictiveness."

"I think my head is more important than the feeling of a statue."

However, just when the two touched Pythia's skirt corners like rogues, the imaginary "revenge" did not appear, and they even failed to enter the hiding place. The two of them just froze in place, touching the skin The corners of Tia's skirt looked more like two stinky hooligans.

The air seemed to be stagnant because of this, but fortunately no one around noticed the embarrassment here, they were still immersed in their conversation.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow flew out from the statue and fell towards Nelson. He subconsciously set up the barrier and saw the face of the flying object in a second—a little boy with a frightened expression, holding his head , Tears and mud mixed together, looking ugly, the barrier disappeared instantly, and the little boy flew towards Nelson's arms, and after being blocked by a layer of soft armor that appeared suddenly, he fell into Nelson's arms lightly.

Just when the two looked at each other and didn't realize what happened, another boy flew out from the statue. Tom was not as kind as Nelson. He repelled the general with the obstacle spell, lost his center of gravity, slid on the ground for a few meters, and then hit the gravel ground heavily. The clothes on his back became tattered due to friction, and his exposed skin became the same as his clothes. Bright red blood immediately soaked half of the body.

He looks older than the child in Nelson's arms. The two wear almost the same Muggle costumes, and there are many similarities between their eyebrows and eyes. They seem to be brothers. Tangled up, as if it had been snapped and glued together, Tom nodded approvingly, noticing that he didn't let go of his wand despite being in this situation.

"Is this caught stealing?"

Before the two had time to express their guesses about the two children, a haughty voice came from the statue in the next second.

Followed by a young man in wizard robes, he showed a mocking smile, scanned the crowd, first stayed on the little boy in Nelson's arms, then quickly moved away, and settled on the little boy in Nelson's arms Boy lying on the ground in pain.

Immediately afterwards, two other people appeared behind him with the same mocking smiles on their faces. The wands of the three pointed to the air, where an old man with white hair and beard was floating helplessly in the air. His back was stooped, his body was thin, his ribs and spine were so distinct that they almost pierced his flesh, and a surprisingly skinny calf was hanging feebly in the air, looking like it would break if touched.

The clothes on his body were also extremely tattered, covered with mud, and the dripping mud water almost fell on Nelson's beloved hat, and his face smelled visibly to the naked eye.

"Hey, Ferdinand, guess what we picked up? An old cripple from a shabby house!"

The leading guy's tone was extremely exaggerated, and each word was wrapped in several uvula trills, making people irritated. They passed between Nelson and Tom, and walked towards the boy lying on the ground, Ferdinand.

At this time, a force of attraction came from the sculpture of Pythia. After the person on the opposite side passed by, Nelson and Tom could finally enter, but they let go of their hands almost at the same time, turned around, and looked at the place where the conflict occurred .

No one noticed the bowed head of the Pythian sculpture, and no one could read her emotions encased in stone.

I saw the boy lying on the ground twitching in pain, but the range of movements quickly diminished. He resisted the pain and got up from the ground, ignoring the dust and stones inserted into the wound, howling like a mad dog With a cry, he waved his wand and rushed towards the three of them.

"Yo, you still have the strength to move~" The three of them almost trembled in the same irritating uvula. Amid noisy laughter, the old man fell from the air, "See if you can catch your broken grandpa."

Ferdinand rushed forward in a hurry. There was no obstacle in front of him, but his anxiety caused him to lose his balance. He staggered and fell to the ground, biting a mouthful of sand. Seeing that he couldn't catch the old man, but a The silver rope flying from behind the three of them engulfed him at a critical moment, preventing the old man from falling to the ground.

Ferdinand looked forward gratefully, but just as he raised his head, his wand spun away with a sound of "Expelliarmus".

Having lost his weapon, he wailed, and rushed forward with both hands and feet, hitting the barrier in front of him firmly, and his entire face swelled up quickly.

The wand spun and fell into the leader's hand, he caught it lightly, skillfully tore off the tape, and gently folded it.

Broken?

The surrounding onlookers suddenly showed surprised expressions. In any case, such behavior is already unacceptable for wizards.

"A crappy mudblood like you is not worthy of using a wand," the leader quickly answered their doubts, but this extremely vulgar wording quickly aroused dissatisfaction from the people around him. He said, "Since Beauxbaton's mercy gave you the opportunity to learn magic secretly, why don't you take advantage of it and take your disgusting Muggle grandfather and brother to defile the hiding place?"

He flicked his wand lightly, and Ferdinand, who fell to the ground, was dragged by him with the Flying Curse like a broken sack. How could a skinny wizard with bare hands and wounded fight against three big and tall enemies? He gave his answer to the spectators around him.

When he flew to the feet of the three of them, he opened his arms and hugged one of them's calf, biting his calf muscles fiercely like a beast losing his mind.

The bitten person let out a cry of pain, followed by an exasperated counterattack. A gust of small curses hit Ferdinand's body like raindrops. His exposed skin swelled, shriveled, changed color, and grew strange growths. The forms of things were switched back and forth, and the spectators gasped and turned their heads wisely, not wanting to watch this kind of mental pollution again.

The little boy in Nelson's arms suddenly twitched out of fear. Nelson sighed, took off his hat and put it on his head. The brim of the hat was not too wide enough to cover his eyes. He looked at Tom, only to see the sullen Tom Take a step forward and walk towards the backs of the three of them.

They are still swearing with all kinds of ugly words, but the people around them have various reasons, maybe foreigners don't want to meddle in their own business, maybe they think such things are normal, or maybe they are worried about offending people. The secrecy law, no one shot to stop them.

"I'm a Mudblood too," Tom's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at the crooked figure who was trampled by three people and kept spitting out slugs. There was a hint of disgust in his eyes, and then a flash of indignation. With a wave of his wand, the violent three were bounced away by an inexplicable force, but the boy lying on the ground had lost the ability to resist or even move. He bit his lip and said softly, "You can talk to me .”

A silver rope exactly the same as before flew from the side, dragging Ferdinand to a safe place, and several wizards with unbearable faces stepped forward to observe his injury.

"What an embarrassment to France."

"Since you call yourself noble gentlemen, I think we should solve the problem in the most gentlemanly way, what do you think?"

"What do you want to do? British?" The young man in the lead twisted his neck, turned his head to look at Tom, with a trace of teasing in his eyes, "You look like you are still a student? You came to Paris for a pilgrimage during the holidays and saved a lot of money. Bar?"

"Ah."

Tom chuckled, pinched the fingertips of the glove, and slowly pushed it off his hand. His black hair spread like splashed ink and covered his eyes. The three people standing opposite seemed to see it from under the black hair. A palpitating blood red.

Their breathing froze almost at the same time, their hearts lost their beating strength as if they were clenched by a big hand, the blood in their veins became cold as if they were frozen, and their consciousness became sluggish because of this inexplicable fear.

But the first thing that the person in the lead thought of was not the horror of the wizard in front of him, but his cowardly performance would make him lose face. He secretly pushed his companions with his knees, causing them to stagger forward involuntarily. Blocking himself, which seemed to do wonders for courage, he mustered up his courage, and barked fiercely at Tom.

"Go away, hide in your weak Dumbledore's arms, and cry with him."

"I advise you not to meddle in your own business. If you insist on doing this, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will not care about you."

"A guy like you probably doesn't have money for medical treatment if he's injured, right?"

"Don't come here!"

Seeing his threats become more weak and funny, the bystanders around all showed narrow smiles.

Tom swung his arm and dropped the glove precisely on his face.

"I invite the three of you to a duel." His figure suddenly became unreal, "No matter what, you have to accept it."

The three of them nodded almost at the same time. Their expressions became muddled for a moment, obviously affected by some kind of spell like the Imperius Curse or the Confusion Curse. They didn't have time to realize what they had just done. Fear or regret, Tom's figure has appeared in front of them.

"Thank you, miscellaneous," Tom said softly, close to the leader's ear, "I am worried that no one will help me vent my desire to destroy. Thank you for giving me a reason and giving me this opportunity."

"Your indifferent eyes make me feel more uneasy than the hail of bullets." Nelson stood up, covered the little boy's eyes with his hands, and scanned the surrounding bystanders with a disappointed expression. Looking at the three young men who were playing with the old man, their wands glared like stains on a piece of canvas in the sun, "Tom, don't worry too much, this can be used as the opening ceremony of the World Expo."

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How can a guy who only knows how to bully be Tom's opponent? They lay on the ground without organizing any effective resistance. Tom didn't use any powerful spells, but just used those on Ferdinand He recited all the little curses, and with the help of his magic power, those little curses became more terrifying, and what they spit out were even more hideous slugs.

"Is your brother a wizard?"

Nelson squatted in front of the little boy and asked softly.

The boy shook like chaff, and nodded with difficulty.

"do not you?"

Nelson patted his head, took back his hat, stuffed a silver ingot into his pocket, waved his hand, and the broken wand flew over and was stuffed into the little boy's hand intact.

"If you were a wizard, what would you want to be?"

The little boy was too young to even understand what Nelson said, nor did he know how his fate had changed. He looked at his grandfather and brother lying on the ground ignorantly, with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, your brother is fine."

Tom walked slowly in front of the boy who was knocked down by the three, and the crowd watching him automatically opened a way for Tom. Some of them looked at Nelson not far away, talking in low voice with the surrounding companions, the boy still Unconscious, with a disgusting slug lying on the corner of his mouth, his arms were in an unnaturally embracing shape, as if subconsciously still hugging someone who had committed violence against his elders, Tom bent down and squatted on the ground, With the wand, he gently rubbed the boy's face covered with dust and shoe prints.

He still didn't wake up, stimulated by the outside world, but the wand that Tom rubbed against him had its effect. The boy stopped vomiting slugs and breathed a little easier.

"It's so weak... so pitifully weak." Tom shook his head and waved his wand. Those unconscious guys rose into the sky, and slugs fell from the sky and landed on the heads of the Aurors who were close to here.

"Do you want to stop us? Because we help you punish these bad guys?"

Nelson let go of the little boy, spread his hands, twirled his wand in his hand, and slipped directly into his sleeve. He gave up his armament, but none of the surrounded Aurors dared to take a step forward. After taking off his hat, someone had already recognized his identity.

"It doesn't look like you don't want to set the Muggle Repelling Curse, someone wants to see this scene, does they?"

When he took a step forward, the Aurors became more nervous and raised their wands one after another, but these wands looked like a salute to send off, neat and harmless.

"Forget it, I can't ask you why." Nelson held down the brim of his hat and shook his head. "Let's go, Tom."