My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The world became quiet, and people's ears were filled with the clear and crisp sound of glass breaking.

Alexander's iron fist was melted into molten iron the moment it came into contact with the flame, and even continued to vaporize as it approached the center of the flame, but its body was not damaged by this. On the contrary, on the edge of its fist, those destroyed by the flame The residue quickly deformed after detaching from the main body, and the mayflies waving their wings were like the mist that diffused around the iron fist, making the scene even more magnificent, and these mayflies would fly back to Alexander's body immediately after forming, and new Its broken parts were filled to the front of its constantly broken fist, and it even formed a stalemate with the flames that could burn everything in an instant.

"What kind of transfiguration is this?" Among the onlookers, some wizards who were also proficient in this art widened their eyes and sighed, "It's really... crazy!"

Wizards with strong mana can see how these mayflies transform. Each of them is engraved with runes representing restoration. This is not difficult to do. The difficult thing is how to create countless mayflies so that they can Coherently forming Alexander's body, these people are really hard to imagine, even if a wizard never eats or sleeps, keeps energetic all the time, it is difficult to create so many complicated devices in his life, which is why they think Alexander is crazy.

Especially Dumbledore, who was close at hand, had a panoramic view of the confrontation between iron fist and fire, and he had to marvel at Nelson's hard work and talent. After a little thought, he knew almost all types of magic like the back of his hand. The real reason why Nelson dared to challenge the world order.

"Is this the source of your confidence? No wonder you can give magic to Muggles... Your magic doesn't need the maintenance of a wizard, even if it is lost, it can be regenerated." His eyes can even break through the fog and directly hit the truth, even vaguely guessing When he arrived at the magical factory that Nelson hid underground in Auschwitz and was working day and night, he raised his head, and it was already difficult to see Tom from under Alexander, "I thought you would show up to rescue this boy, Tom, since you If you choose to confront Gellert head-on, then... I can see your determination."

Most people only saw the unpretentious crushing of iron fists, but did not see the magical confrontation between the lightning and fire at the battle, the evil dragon condensed by invisible flames in the double attack of Tom and Nelson, snake and falcon, Alexander and mayfly. Underneath is still tenacious, and even shows an indelible posture, but the fist edge that can be regenerated in an instant does not stagnate because of this, the space of the raging fire is compressed little by little, and even stops beating.

At the moment when the fist and the flame were in a stalemate, the black lines around Alexander's forearm broke free, and the giant snake that was almost crushed stood proudly in the world again. Tom sitting on top of Alexander's head pulled out Nelson's wand stood up, and the fine parts covered the body of the wand, and the sharp frame slowly took shape. When he raised the wand to his chest, it was already the sharp pointer sword! The gears were spinning crazily on the gauntlet, and Tom's expression was indifferent. He persisted in the impact of several kinds of black magic on the user. Li, mere black magic is not worth mentioning to a person who bears the fate of a demon king.

He holds the sword in his right hand, and the yew wand appears in his left hand. It is still Nelson's favorite appearance, but unlike Nelson's free and easy image of a ranger, Tom is more like a murderer suppressing his killing intent. He raised his sword , originally wanted to use the sword flower that Nelson often practiced, but he quickly dismissed the idea and shook his head.

"I'm so crazy, how can I hold a sword?"

After laughing at himself, Tom slashed down the sharp sword vigorously. At the same time, the wand was raised high and pointed at Grindelwald, like a poisonous snake ready to go. If the sword and hair are erased from the picture, this action of raising the wand is not related to the future The height of Voldemort was the same as that of Voldemort. With the sound of the sword splitting the air, Tom released Alexander's imprisonment, and the furnace in his chest burst out with a strong light, dyeing the sky above the hiding place in white.

The black snake stripped from Alexander's arm opened its jaws wide, and bit the flame dragon's neck without any loss, almost severing its neck. On the arm of the giant fighting alongside it, Numerous hidden air holes opened, and scorching steam gushed out. Alexander mobilized the magic power of his whole body, and gorgeous runes formed a ring and emerged on his arm, and the strength and speed of his fists were even stronger.

In the next second, the front of the fist had already touched the ground, and the surging shock wave knocked down all the people who approached here, and the buildings within the affected area, except for a few, collapsed into ruins that were no different from those under their feet.

The strong air pressure left the beeping in the ears of the onlookers, as well as the endless crisp sound like broken glass, but they understood that this was not the wailing of the giant's fist collapsing, but the death knell of the invisible flame being destroyed .

The crowd looked at each other, under their witness, Grindelwald, lost?

Perhaps Tom was just blocking a spell with all his strength, but all this is no longer important. People turned their eager eyes to Tom. He blocked such a powerful shot from Grindelwald with just one point five people. hit! People's eyes focused on his direction, most of them could no longer understand this kind of battle, but they all understood that a rising star was already unstoppable.

"does it worth?"

Grindelwald's eyes passed through the mythical battlefield mixed with dragons and snakes, and stopped on the dissipated mist around Tom. He knew that the phantom was not Nelson, it was just Tom creating a scene that he never missed, just like a class It's the same as signing in for a classmate.

This giant standing proudly in front of it is too shocking. Compared with the Triwizard Tournament, it is a world of difference. No wizard will use magic in such a strange place, and the densely packed sky that almost fills the sky. Although he didn't like the mayflies that completely obscured his vision, Grindelwald still recognized their strength. Even he didn't want to bear a round of attacks from thousands of mayflies, let alone they were still According to the order, they multiplied rapidly, and in the castle with steam gushing from Alexander's shoulders, there were still newborn mayflies fighting tirelessly.

Stacks of thick parchment flashed in Grindelwald's mind. Over the years, the minerals, Galleons, and precious materials that Nelson recorded as depleted did not escape his eyes. He didn't care about Nelson's "corruption", even in Looking forward to what kind of scenery these things will create under Nelson's complete control, he just thinks it's not worth it. Nelson can do more and better, but why would he spend his savings on a bunch of worthless Muggles? How about exposing and throwing out all of them in one day?

"Is it really worth it?"

Grindelwald moved his gaze upwards and asked again. When he passed Alexander's one-eyed eye, he seemed to feel the gaze of a real soul. The complex and ignorant emotions were presented with powerful magic power under the huge size of the giant. He understood Nelson, knowing that he would never touch spells like horcruxes, let alone play with other people's souls, then the active and powerful soul in the furnace on Alexander's chest could only be created by Nelson himself - Grindelwald shook his head, He still doesn't fully understand this actual disciple. For thousands of years, no wizard has ever heard of such a great power to create souls.

In Paris, only black and white are left in the rolling Voldebats and the diffuse lost fog, and even people's bodies lose their color, as if they are framed into the viewfinder of the camera, and a picture can only be taken in a dark room Under the background of the old photos that have been developed, everyone's face shows their black or white side against the scattered firelight. This is a world with clear black and white.

Grindelwald's eyes continued to look upwards, narrowed slightly by the strong light from the pointer's throne, and soon condensed on Tom's silhouette in the light, on that young pale cheek was firmer than a mountain The blood on the corner of the mouth is like a flower blooming in the fertile field. This flower seems to dye this black and white world with new colors.

Sitting on top of the giant's head, Tom's vision became even with Grindelwald. He seemed to have heard Grindelwald's question, and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. The smell of rust made his face look excited and crazy. Smile: "I think it's worth it. The feeling of crushing ambition...is it uncomfortable? That kind of worthless benefit is stupid."

"You will be disappointed," Grindelwald shook his head, ignored everything here, and talked to Tom through the air, "However, it's okay to be disappointed, without such an opportunity, Nelson would not know what is the right thing to do .”

"hehe."

Tom snorted at his speech, he opened his hands, and did not make any announcement. Under the instigation of Penguin and his party, the wizards standing behind Alexander rushed to the opposite side in good time, drowning Deng who was standing in the field almost instantly. Dumbledore and Jin, Dumbledore watched as Jin was blocked by the crowd in an instant, and raised his wand.

Their shoes stepped on the rubble-strewn ruins, and the fragile structure piled up with broken walls and ruins collapsed with their footsteps. The pile of rubble sitting next to the golden feet moved slightly, and fine sand and stone fell off from the top.

No one noticed the change here. A hand stretched out from the rubble. Beside Jin who was ignored by everyone, Ivy moved away the stone pressing on his body and got up. Under Jin's surprised eyes, he Rubbing the back of his head, he said with a smile, "You can leave now, young man, I'll take you to a safe place. It just so happens that I have some questions I want to ask him."

In the next second, Dumbledore passed through the crowd and Apparated to where Jin had been, but there were only fanatics left.

The ground was as hot as the crowd, as if their feet were still on fire.

...

When the confrontation between Tom and Grindelwald reached a stalemate, and the confrontation between the people standing behind them became fierce, a group of people rode brooms quietly, shuttled back and forth among the huge body of Voldebat, avoiding everyone's sight, Touched the top of the tallest building in the pure white city.

They didn't dare to touch Voldebat at all, and they didn't dare to touch the mist at all, for fear that these two unknown weird things would kill them. They had the badge of the Law Enforcement Department of the French Ministry of Magic pinned to their chests until such At the time, these Aurors were still deluding themselves into thinking that as long as the culprits were dealt with, everything could be restored to the original state.

But their fear was also clearly revealed in the lineup. Although the task was to capture a wizard who had lost the ability to resist, they still sent out an entire formation of Aurors.

The closer they got to the top of the building, the more intense their uneasiness was. It was so quiet that there was no sound at all. It seemed that Tom really forgot to set up defenses here when he left Nelson. It seemed that they had already unconsciously Stepped into a strange world.

"Captain, do we still have to go forward?" An Auror in the team asked, his tone was trembling, and his voice was full of fear.

"It's too quiet...Of course!" Captain Auror raised his voice sharply, as if louder would strengthen his courage, "We must arrest the culprit! For...for the stability of France!"

"But--"

"What are you worried about?"

A question interrupted the Auror's words. The interrupted Auror closed his mouth and stopped speaking, but the expected scolding did not appear. He raised his head and found that the captain flying in front was trembling all over. I can hardly hold the broom, and I am about to fall from a height.

His teeth chattered, and he made a "cackling" sound. He turned his head, looked at the Auror who asked the question with a stiff expression, and said with the loudest voice and the weakest momentum: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Hmm... can you tell me? What are you afraid of?"

A strange male voice suddenly came from behind him, and Captain Auror immediately threw his head back, so loud that he almost threw himself off the broom.

"Are you afraid that a person who is unconscious on the chair will suddenly jump up and give you a black tiger to dig out your heart or a monkey to steal a peach? You haven't even seen him," a hand stretched out from behind the hanging black veil, and pulled the black veil To one side, a smiling man showed his face from behind the black veil, standing on the edge of the roof, the red scars stretching around his neck were extremely dazzling in the black and white interlaced world, "Wizard, you are always like this, when you see the weak, I always feel that I can get whatever I ask for, and when I see a strong person, I always feel that I can only kneel down and beg for mercy."

"who?"

After noticing that the person who came was not Nelson, Captain Auror's aura immediately returned, and his waist was straightened. Since the wizard who suddenly appeared was not Nelson, Tom, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, or even The masters they met on the street proved that their guess was right. The defense here must be very empty. He raised his chin complacently, just like Ivy said, showing that he wanted anything and everything. attitude: "Are you his subordinate? Hand him over, and we can deal with you lightly."

They didn't notice that whether it was Voldebat or the lost fog, these two things that they were terrified of, Ivy, who was standing on the top of the opposite building, dared to touch them with his hands.

The Aurors looked behind Ivy, and they saw a looming shadow in the mist, a woman and a child standing by the chair, and a vague figure sitting on the chair.

That sitting posture didn't look like an unconscious comatose person at all. Red light flashed between the tentacles of the ground bat. They finally saw the densely packed red one-eyed floating in the air, and the mayflies were staring at them.

"It's bad manners to interrupt someone's conversation."