My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Things are getting a little bigger."

The man grabbed Little Jack's hand, slapped his pistol back hard, squeezed the back of his hand, and woke up the confused Little Jack. He sucked his teeth and pulled Little Jack's hand in front of him.

"You... shot him to death?"

Little Jack still hasn't recovered from his astonishment. As long as the wizard utters the spell, an invisible iron curtain will stand beside him. Such an ordinary weapon, which even a steel helmet may not be able to break. How could a pistol take the life of a wizard?

"How is it possible," the man shook his head, holding the back of Little Jack's hand, and helped him to hold the handle of the gun tightly. "How could a Muggle weapon hurt a noble wizard? Unfortunately, we have a long time before Here, we can only rely on this kind of thing.”

"You killed him with a bullet?" Little Jack still didn't give up asking this question.

"No, my marksmanship is very poor, but he is indeed dead." The man pressed Little Jack's shoulders and pushed him back hard, "Even if it is the lowest-level wizard, we don't have the right to take their lives , this is the rule set by the magic, if you stay here, they will vent their anger on your head, I can see that you are a well-trained soldier, take them and run, disperse into the crowd , run as far as possible!"

Little Jack subconsciously ran towards the direction where the man was pushing, turning his head while running, "Then what should you do?"

"Don't underestimate me, young man, I'm a veteran of the Civil War."

Little Jack didn't think much, raised his hand, and fired a shot into the sky. He loudly evacuated the audience gathered in the ruins, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the man: "But isn't the Civil War over soon? Is it a hundred years?"

The man ignored him, just pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and waved towards the auditorium. A few unremarkable people left from their seats and walked towards him against the crowd, blocking the fleeing audience behind him. .

"I forgot to introduce myself. My previous job was to teach, but now my job is to quarrel." The man waved his hand at Little Jack, "If you can still remember what happened today, then we will meet again one day. "

"Good luck to you, sir."

Those who moved forward against the crowd had the same expressions as men. Regardless of men, women, or children, they all patted Little Jack on the shoulder when they passed by him, and sent their most sincere blessings, as if they were dying with generosity. Determined, I just want the tinders sitting in the auditorium to bring the truth out.

Up to now, even the Ministry of Magic, no matter how inefficient its work, has realized the urgency of the situation. The moment Little Jack found Martha and his wife, five Aurors were already standing on the road they had to pass. Liang flew to one side under their spell, Little Jack clenched his pistol tightly, and his heart tightened. The battlefield instinct that had not yet subsided in peace told him that these five new wizards were better than the previous one who was looking for faults. More than a little bit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pity that you saw us," the leader of the Auror said mildly, not taking this group of Muggles whose number is dozens of times larger than his own seriously at all, "I hope you will cooperate with our work , sit in your seat, and we will help you eliminate this unpleasant memory."

Although his attitude seemed extremely polite, everyone felt a great insult at the same time. Is it a matter of course that one's own memory be erased? The people straightened up angrily. The fact that they shot the wizard to death just now filled their hearts with confidence to fight against him. They couldn't help but turned their heads and looked at Little Jack, who was holding a pistol and comforting his wife.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd, Little Jack smiled wryly in his heart, and went up to him.

"Is this the thing that hurt the underage wizard?" The leading Auror glanced lightly at the gun in Little Jack's hand, and before he raised his hand, the gun had turned into an equally pitch-black The starling, whose red mouth kept making "quack quack" noises, added some black humor to the scene. The Auror smiled disdainfully, hooked the fingers holding the wand, and the starling broke free from Jack's grasp and passed away. out, and flew towards him, leaving a string of glaring bird droppings on the ground along the way, "Sir, you don't need to erase your memory, you just need to come with us later, but before that, we need to take back that boy illegally." wand held."

Jokunda, who was standing in the middle of the auditorium, heard the Auror's words, and her ears moved. She finally drained the rain from Jinto, took the boy's hand, and put his arm down.

"Are you a witch?" the Auror said commandingly, noticing Jokunda beside King, "help us bring back the boy and the wand he's holding."

The Auror's words reached Jokunda's ears, she gritted her teeth, and the face of the kind and enthusiastic middle-aged Orion appeared on the shore of Lake Ontario. Nelson, whom she regarded as her father, was also captured by the American Aurors in the same way. Go, erase the memory, forget his cherished daughter, and forget her... She clenched her fists tightly and poked her well-manicured nails into her palms, but she didn't feel the pain. She didn't want the same tragedy to happen again. Something happened to me, so I turned around slowly, stroked my hair, and said softly with a smile, "Sir? Is this a magic wand?"

"Isn't it?" said the Auror logically. "It's not a wand, why should a Muggle use magic?"

Jokunda looked over the Auror and looked behind him. The World Expo was already in chaos. She cursed Nelson in her heart, who should have appeared long ago, and then looked at the Auror who was already surrounded by reinforcements. , The few American friends who were about to be knocked down felt a great burden on themselves.

"Damn...why hasn't he come yet?"

Jokunda's muttering caught the Auror's attention. He was worried that Jokunda was chanting a mantra secretly, so he shouted loudly, "Look up, what are you talking about?"

"I said sir," Jokunda smiled slightly, raised the golden arm, and showed the silver device to the Auror, "compared to the wand, I think it looks more like washing powder."

"You!" Auror realized that the witch opposite him was playing tricks on him, and raised his hand angrily.

"Jin, listen carefully, the alchemy tool in your hand is a new version. I haven't seen the real thing, but I heard that he shared his most proud magic with it," Jokunda lowered his head and said to Jin He said quickly, "You don't need to suppress your anger. Now that he doesn't appear in person, anything may become our hope in this desperate situation. Are you willing to have your memory wiped and then bullied by your brother's 'friend'?"

Jin bit his lower lip and shook his head.

"We're in trouble, and I can't teach you anything," Jokunda bravely faced the Auror, and the red disarming spell light was approaching. She raised her wand and shouted, "I hope you will return to the Auror tomorrow." remember me!"

The transparent barrier rose at the nick of time, flicking the spell to one side, a beast-like roar resembling a whimper came out from Jokunda's throat, and several more spells flew in, sniffing from her neckline. She came out and handed out a small sparkling silver ball. She caught the small silver ball and pressed it hard, and the repaired broomstick that once took her out of the house and took her across the ocean appeared In her hands, Jokunda jumped on the broom while running to avoid the spell, flew high, picked up a thin old man, and before the Aurors could react, she had already passed over their heads and flew towards him. Fly to the entrance of Expo Park.

Jokunda is very clear that these five Aurors are not something she can fight alone, and she can't even delay it. The best solution at this moment is to use their tasks to delay time. If Nelson sees that she doesn't care He must be surprised by his posture, this is not the Jokunda he knew at all.

The young witch who had changed too much unconsciously put the old man in her hand in the most chaotic crowd, turned her head, saw the two Aurors chasing after her, and for the first time showed a sincere smile.

"She looks like a lady I met," Martha murmured, looking at Jokunda's back, "a lady who once asked me to exchange foreign currency."

"What time is it? I'm still looking for acquaintances here." Little Jack was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and there were three wizards standing in front of him, and the one in the middle was even teasing the starling he turned into with a pistol. , "Quickly think of a way."

Martha bit her lips. If she had a way, she wouldn't say such weird words. She turned her head and looked at the wizards who were watching the place behind the black door frame. A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart. She turned slightly, Hiding behind Little Jack, he took out a crumpled magazine from his small bag, turned straight to the last page, and quickly wrote on it with eyebrow pencil:

"We are besieged by French Aurors at the main venue of the Expo in Paris, can anyone help us?"

The ink was distorted and blurred, covering the text discussing the battle at the Wizard World Expo and the sudden appearance of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. A line of bold text appeared on the front page just like Nelson did.

"The Ministry of Magic in Paris is persecuting Muggles again. Someone is going to rescue them, and give these bastards some justice?"

Seeing the unrecognizable words in front of her eyes, Martha's mouth couldn't help opening into a circle.

"The law of secrecy is too old-fashioned. I'm here, obviously a damn brat making trouble."

"I saw it too. I'm a Muggle-born. It's really uncomfortable to watch."

"Will foreigners be arrested in France?"

"Didn't you see that there is still no one close to Grindelwald?"

"As long as no one sees your faces, even if your family lives next door to the French Minister of Magic, they will have nothing to do with you. I just borrowed dozens of Galleons from a fool the day before yesterday, and I'm still drinking in the Chilean Pavilion. What about frog juice?"

"It turned out that you stole my money, damn thief."

"I'll talk about your affairs later. I have witnessed the whole process. They are too bad. I have already seen a witch rushing out. Why are we the only ones ashamed of the United States? The French should also experience this feeling!"

The dense text was refreshed several times faster than before, and Martha was dazzled by seeing it. Little Jack turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking of a way, Mr. General."

Martha rubbed her eyes and saw a new sentence appeared on the last page.

"One thing to say, pure passerby, but magic should be exposed to Muggles like this..."

This speech appeared extremely abrupt on the last page. It only existed for a moment before being overwhelmed by all kinds of fierce speeches.

As an avant-garde magic magazine, "The Quibbler" has almost all its loyal readers who are radical supporters of the magazine's views, and those who can chat and discuss in the magazine on the first day of the World Expo are all fans. Fans, they don't just like to sing a different tune, they like to be different, they like progress, they like riots.

Jokunda flew high and rushed into the concrete forest of high-rise buildings in the urban area of ​​Paris. Although her magic was not strong, her level of driving a broom was many times higher than that of ordinary wizards. After killing the two Aurors who were chasing after her, she exhaled heavily the stale breath she had held for a long time, closed her eyes, raised her wand, and appeared beside Jin again.

Before she had time to say anything, she grabbed a lucky spectator again, this time she happened to catch Martha, and in a burst of screams, she flew away with Martha.

The leading Auror's face was as smelly as a shoe-mat. He looked at the second general Heng Ha beside him, and said softly, "You guys go and catch her together. It's enough for me to watch here alone."

Martha screamed and climbed into the sky, "The Quibbler" slipped from her hand, opened the pages like a butterfly, and floated towards the crowd. The strong wind and rain tore the spine of the book to pieces, and the pages of the book flew away Come, soaked by the rain, the outdated news printed on it slowly disappears, turning into sheets of white paper that are identical to the last page.

The "hum" beside the Auror leader spun and disappeared, and came back with four brooms in his arms after a while.

Just when the two of them got on the broom and just launched into the air to pursue them, a black figure galloped from behind the black door frame, caught a lucky spectator and swung away in the opposite direction from Jokunda.

Someone made a move.

In the Chilean pavilion, a wizard who was trying to figure out with the salesperson whether he could replace the real frog with a chocolate frog suddenly fell silent, grabbed the napkin on the table, and wrapped it around his face.

"So you stole my money!"

He looked up and saw an angry witch standing in front of him, funny thing is, she also had a silk scarf around her face.

The two looked at each other, and the wizard took out a grass-green lace wallet from his pocket, threw it to the witch, and said softly, "We'll talk about it later?"

Under the gaze of the salesperson's surprised eyes, the two held each other's hand tacitly. The wizard looked out the window in the direction of the black tower of the main venue, and disappeared with the witch.

More and more wizards left the tour, some with brooms, some with apparition, some with ordinary skills and simply stepped on the train that was running non-stop in the street. This group of masked people saw each other, just He said hello lightly.

The situation has become serious. Now not only the Aurors are busy, but other personnel from the French Ministry of Magic have also received their missions. Ironically, the communication tool they accepted the missions was from Nurmengard not long ago. A small silver ball imported by the magic factory.

A darker cloud than Grindelwald's arson hangs over the French Ministry of Magic, which is almost out in force to maintain a fragmented secrecy law.

Many spells have fallen on Jin's side. Although there are many people protecting him, compared with well-trained Aurors, Muggles who can only use simple magic have almost no fighting power. Now, those outraged wizards are still on their way.

Fear, anger, sadness... All kinds of emotions flooded into his mind. For a while, he didn't even know what he was thinking. Only the desire to survive and a blank space remained in Jin's mind, but this simple yet complex emotion It belongs to people.

As if in response to his call, the sound of neatly turning gears came from his arm. People who heard the movement looked towards Jin, and the whole earth suddenly trembled and trembled.

Passing over the main venue of the Wizard World Expo and looking in the direction of the hiding place, above the high wall at the entrance, a silver cloud is slowly condensing, approaching rapidly, and countless red eyes are looking here.

And those two high walls spewed hot steam amidst a burst of magic power and the sound of gears turning. They stood up and gradually became human shapes, showing their godlike backs in front of the world.

Jokunda, who was fleeing quickly, put down Martha and was about to repeat her actions, but the sound of the broom breaking through the air came from behind her, and she kicked her legs hard on the ground, and continued to fly forward. Give Nelson another word.

But Nelson was here, even if he was still on Tom's back.

But the falcon's chirping that resounded through the sky has awakened everyone.