My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Grindelwald turned around, turned his back to the collapsed barriers behind him, spread his hands, and said with a smile to the Aurors who surrounded him, "Do you dare to catch me?"

The Aurors only felt that they had been greatly insulted, but this young team did not act rashly, because they knew that the reason why the team was so young had a lot to do with the Dark Lord standing in front of them.

"Perhaps you dare to take him away?" Grindelwald gently squeezed his wand with two fingers, pointing to the silent Dumbledore not far away. You weapons", even a cool breeze was enough to disarm his weak-looking arm, "you might still dare to take those two young men away? Not because they are trying to prevent me, a vicious dark wizard, from destroying the world, But because they recognize your rules?"

The French Minister of Magic, who had just delivered a speech earlier, rode a broom that seemed unable to bear his weight at all, and flew wobbly from a distance. The sudden bad news almost overwhelmed him. At that time, he was in the office and The piles of life-sized copies of the contract took a group photo, and discussed with the director of the International Affairs Department what kind of title they should leave in history. Just outside the bright and spacious window, he saw the flood that suddenly appeared in the sky, and also saw the hidden world. The moment the earth barrier shattered.

The freshly opened red wine no longer has any sweetness, but instead has a bitter taste of tannins. This bottle of nectar that has been cellared in his family for an unknown number of years suddenly becomes inferior. The minister shook the wine glass, looking at Looking out of the window, he whispered to the director of the Department of International Affairs, "My wine cellar seems to be broken. Why is this wine so intoxicating?"

But the answer he was expecting did not sound. He looked at the director who was still elated and flushed just now. The director had already passed out drunk, his pale face seemed to have experienced some nightmare. While chatting endlessly in the drunken dream, there was a hasty knock on the door from outside the house. Before he could respond, the door was violently knocked open from the outside, and a group of Aurors rushed into the office led by the captain. Pick up the minister and go outside.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Minister, Grindelwald blew up the magic barrier in the hiding place."

The minister felt bitter. It seemed that the scene outside the window was not his own hallucination. As the first person to eat crabs, he finally ate something that he shouldn't have eaten. Like the nonchalant director of the Department of International Affairs, he walked out of the room.

"Take him and let him be France's second hero later."

...

Time goes back to the present, as Grindelwald said, the Aurors formed a perfect circle around him, but no one dared to approach him within ten meters, as if there was an invisible line around Grindelwald The arc is full of poison that sees blood and seals the throat.

Just as he said, beside Tom and Nelson, the fearless Aurors were slowly approaching.

"Stay out of the way."

Tom lowered his head and carried Nelson on his back and walked step by step towards the exit of the hiding place. His hair was hanging from the corner of his forehead, and his eyes were firmly covered, so that people could not see the emotional fluctuations under his silent appearance. The bright red blood flowed from Nelson's body It dripped and flowed onto Tom, leaving two rows of bloody footprints. His voice was without any emotion, as if he was stating a simple fact.

The Aurors who were close to the two hesitated for a moment, but still struggled to surround them. They also saw that Nelson on Tom's back was seriously injured, but an order is an order, and many people are even still complaining that they were not arranged to fight Glad Grindelwald.

"You can't go yet," one of them raised his wand, stepped forward to block Tom, and said sharply, "You can't leave here until the situation is under control."

Tom's footsteps stopped, he raised his head, only blood remained in his scarlet pupils, but in the depths of the blood, his gaze became more determined, and his body posture also changed slightly, even though he was upright Standing there, all the Aurors around felt a bone-piercing chill of being stared at by a poisonous snake. Although he was completely clean, the bloody madness pierced fiercely at the roadblocker from the depths of his soul.

Compared with Tom, the expression on the face of Nelson, who was really bloody, was completely opposite. His face was calm, and he even smiled, as if he was experiencing a dream that got what he wanted.

Tom put down the unconscious Nelson, put one of his hands on his shoulder, let Nelson's whole body weight lean on him, he raised his wand, without saying much, raised his hand slightly, and the one that blocked him The pupils of the Auror lost focus in an instant, his body stretched straight, and he stood there in a daze. Tom swung his wand to the side again, and the Auror walked away like a puppet.

The other Aurors noticed the abnormality of their colleagues, and the closest ones stepped forward to check. They were horrified to find that Tom seemed to have done nothing, but the eyes in the eye sockets of the Auror who blocked the way had become broken. It was as muddy as a chicken egg, and in the muddy expression, there was faint blood cast like Tom's, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of consciousness. His walking corpse-like posture made them shudder, and they didn't even notice that Tom had moved from their eyes. Walking slowly by, he ignored the magic wands pointing at him as nothing.

"stop!"

The roar didn't stop Tom's pace, but the speaker was suddenly hit by a red light beam shot from the crowd, spit blood, and flew out backwards, the wand that Auror was proud of slipped from his hand , flew out in a whirl, hit the wall of the roadside exhibition hall, and was smashed into two halves by the huge impact. The burr at the broken stubble of the wand was infinitely enlarged in the eyes of the Aurors, as if it was in their hearts. The upper friction was normal, and the besiegers immediately felt the fear of an ambush from all sides.

Fortunately, this unknown fear did not last long. A middle-aged witch pushed away from the crowd and walked out slowly. She looked so ordinary, so ordinary that you could recognize her as the mother of every child.

She didn't say much, just nodded to Tom who was passing by, and went in his direction to meet the whole group of Aurors.

"Don't obstruct the law enforcement, we are arresting criminals!" In line with the principle that the boss is the second, the third Auror in this team stood up, "Otherwise, we will be punished as the same crime."

"Really?" The witch gently tied her messy hair behind her ears, her gaze remained unchanged, "What law did he commit?"

Of course the Aurors couldn't answer her, so they simply saw that she was alone, and planned to do it directly.

Under the command of the third captain's cryptic gesture, an Auror standing in the blind spot of the witch's eyes raised his wand.

"Whoosh!"

A golden gleam shot out from the crowd and hit the sinister wand directly. It didn't have the power of a witch, but showed a hint of cunning. The wand came out and was stretched out by the crowd opposite. held one hand in the palm of his hand.

Two cheerful-looking wizards walked out from left to right like door gods, and stood in front of the witch. One of them turned his head and said with a smile, "Scarlett, why are you showing off behind our backs? Wilt Master Ning is in a coma, he can't see your performance."

"Anyway, she was the one who wrote the report, Johnny," said the wizard who caught the wand shaking his head. "You're so noisy, be careful when Scarlett writes that you're running away."

The behavior of the two seemed to ignore the many Aurors at all. Their laughing and laughing appearance made the Aurors angry, especially the Auror whose spellcasting was interrupted, his magic power was half-suppressed , not only was injured, but also saw Joseph playing with his wand, his face turned blue and purple.

"When he's awake, another team of you won't be enough to beat him," Joseph said jokingly as he turned the stolen wand back and forth in his hand. Suddenly, his hand slipped a bit in disbelief. , the wand snapped in his hand, and was snapped violently. The smooth hair of the unicorn was exposed from the section, connecting the two completely broken pieces of wood together, with a look of surprise on his face. , "Oh, it's broken."

In the wizarding habit, seizing the wand means a duel, but breaking the wand means the beginning of the war. The last bit of contempt in the hearts of the Aurors disappeared completely. They realized that what they got was not a share. Instead of facing Grindelwald's good job, it is a real war that must be divided between life and death. Even if one's own side intends to let it go now, even if Tom has indeed taken Nelson out of the encirclement now, everything can't stop.

"Fortunately, there are only three of you." The leading Auror said with a sigh of relief, "There are no waves."

"Really? We have four now."

"Five."

"I am the sixth."

"..."

More and more passers-by came out of the crowd. They all wore the most ordinary clothes, looked the most ordinary, and spoke their own languages, but they walked out of the crowd one by one like this, standing firmly on the proud In front of them, the three spoilers turned into a sparse human wall, and the human wall quickly became denser, even equal in number to a whole team of Aurors. They stood together, overwhelming the enemy opposite. angry.

"Look, we have more people than you."

The Aurors turned around in horror, the street in front of them was no longer enough for more and more people to come out, and some people even stood behind them, one Auror recognized one of them, it was a secret seller The woman of the crepe, she pulls two children, a wizard and a squib, she looks ordinary on weekdays, their skin color, accent, and demeanor are different, the only thing in common is the hostility to the Aurors, and The determination to protect Nelson.

Finally, the last person appeared in the middle of the street. He carefully stuffed a bundle of film reels into the safe and into the small silver ball, and walked towards Johnny and Joseph.

"Penguin, you don't have a part to play." Johnny said without looking back, "I want Scarlett to write in the report that the penguin was beaten and fled by the Aurors when it showed its face."

"The really important characters all appear at the end."

Penguin shrugged, with some sweat still on his face from carrying the film, he counted the number of people casually, picked up his wand, and rushed up amidst Johnny's yelling at him for stealing the show.

...

"It looks like little Nelson won't need us."

In the teahouse on the seventh floor of the China Pavilion, Barry was sitting face to face with Zweig, sipping the bitter tea, trying to find the sweetness that the shopkeeper said from the aftertaste, but he finally gave up and put the teacup on the table. Going back to the table, supported the crutches and raised his waist, looked at the street downstairs where the two groups of people faced each other. The flashes of dense magic spells dyed the sky in colorful colors, reflected in the teacup, like a cup of old poison.

"Little Nelson? Are you old?" Zweig let out a perfunctory haha ​​with a stern face, "Alright, if we were to go out, I might not be able to restrain my desire to take Nelson back, you bastard."

"It's really messy enough. Hey, blowing up the 'hidden' in the hiding place is not only a violation of the secrecy law, it's simply throwing the secrecy law on the ground and stepping on it hard." Barry smacked mouth, feeling more and more bitter in his mouth, but seeing the expressions of enjoyment of other people in the teahouse, and not wanting to look like an ignorant country bumpkin, he changed the subject and said, "Who are these people? It seems None of them are weak hands, but this image is too strange, like... um, like a snack street?"

"Who?" Zweig lowered his head, looked at the street under his feet, his eyes swept over the faces of the group of people one by one, his expression became strange, he pondered for a moment, and said, "I seem to recognize some... …a telegraph operator, a warehouse keeper, a laundryman, a cook, an assembler, a breeder... er, and a penguin researcher."

"What are these?" Barry raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Could it be that Nelson asked Andre for some capable people, and he wouldn't give them to him? After all, it's all for the greater good."

His ending sound rose slightly, and he couldn't believe it.

"He's different from us, Barry." Zweig shook his head, looked at the clock on the counter, turned his head, and said, "Maybe such a person is suitable for him. Not only was he rejected by the Muggle world as a wizard, he was rejected by the wizarding world as a member of Nurmengard, and he was even rejected by Nurmengard because of his ordinary and even ordinary bond... If Lord Grindelwald If their long-cherished wishes come true, it may be difficult for them to find their proper place in such a sophisticated world."

"Nurmengard will not exclude anyone." Barry shook his head, scoffing at Zweig's words.

"Maybe." Zweig shook his head. "Everyone has different standards for 'rejection'. At least in my opinion, everything Nelson has done has already run counter to Lord Grindelwald."

"What?" Barry asked.

"But Lord Grindelwald supports him." Zweig looked at the hands on the clock and stood up. "It's time, Barry, it's time for us to play."