My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

On the cold street, a pink vortex is rapidly disappearing in the air, and the distorted face of a man who is about to disappear can be vaguely seen.

The tip of the black wand protruded from the vortex, and at the last second of Apparition, he stretched out his wand and pointed it at the back of his companion.

The face of the man walking towards the shop suddenly turned pale, and a gash pierced through his back suddenly appeared on the back of his dark robe. Immediately afterwards, his skin was ripped apart, blood spattered, and the invisible wind blade sliced ​​towards his unsuspecting back. In an instant, there were dense and overlapping hideous wounds.

His cheeks puffed up vigorously, and angry resentment appeared on his pale face. The next second, he relaxed in one breath, and dark red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, staining the light-colored carpet black.

"You bastard..."

There was not a single bit of disbelief in the wizard's eyes. As a dark wizard and his companion, he understood that such an ending was completely reasonable. The moist heat from his chest made his eyes move down slowly. , Sure enough, the place was already soaked in blood, and the robe on his chest was inexplicably agitated, as if something was about to break out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, the wizard's eyes went dark, and a wind blade from behind penetrated his body, messing up his internal organs, and then tore his chest apart without stopping. The thin wind blade hit the werewolf like lightning The forehead pierced from its forehead, and flew out from the back of the head in the next second. The werewolf's muddy and crazy eyes suddenly lost their spirit, and his chest heaved violently. It didn't take long before it was completely quiet.

"Kill two people at once..."

The corners of the wizard's mouth twitched, the blood flowing everywhere had already put on a grimace-like mask for him, those indifferent eyes hidden in the dark part of the shop watched all this curiously, even flickered and blinked, as if I was wondering why this group of uninvited guests would kill each other like this.

He didn't notice that a bright silver light shot out from a certain red eye and flew towards the vortex where the seductive man disappeared. Its speed was so fast that it was faintly visible in the air, as if it had crossed some necessary distance. At the last moment when the apparition vortex disappeared, the silver light rushed in.

Suddenly, the wizard's closed eyes widened, and the desire to survive flickered. The seductive man who fled didn't know that it was this wind blade that made the magic wand in the wizard's sleeve slip into his hand. Holding the magic wand with the last ounce of strength, and doing everything possible, he temporarily got rid of the shackles of the unknown magic in the store. It took less than a second, and the golden beetle came out of the pocket under the command of the magic wand, as if Like a golden snitch, it hovered in the air for a moment, and plunged into the penetrating wound on the wizard's chest.

His eyeballs turned into a beetle-like bright black, as if covered with a hard shell of insects, and the noisy noise like sawing wood sounded in his chest, replacing the original weak and imperceptible heartbeat, and he trembled as if he had collapsed When he got up, thick sweat secreted from his pores, which quickly condensed on the terrible injuries on his chest and back, forming a layer of transparent sequins like insect elytra, arranged on his body in the form of scales.

There are more and more sequins, making him look more like a giant beetle.

...

"Phew, it's safe..."

The coquettish man broke free from the air, half of his arm showed a horrible appearance of torn flesh, this kind of apparition in a panic caused him to experience a rare split-body symptom, a whole piece of skin Left behind at the door of the tailor shop, he closed his eyes tightly, clutched his arms and stumbled towards the direction of the bed in his memory, but the debris on the ground interrupted his vain steps, he lost his balance and hit the ground heavily, There was an intimate encounter between the cherished face and the dusty floor.

But he didn't have time to cry out the pain. Years of fleeing experience made him quickly put his ears on the ground. After waiting for a while, there was no sound of footsteps except for the sound of dripping water from somewhere.

"It looks like the Muggles here didn't hear..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and all the flashbacks of the previous few minutes resurfaced before his eyes.

The Muggle woman in the store gave up resistance under the threat of the werewolf, and she fell into a coma with her head tilted. Just when he thought that this woman had become the meal of the beast, a sudden change occurred, and the werewolf's arm disappeared. Now, only he could see clearly, in that terrible shop, in those dark corners, dazzling red light spots lit up, bursting out intense but short-lived beams of light, and they focused on one point—the arm of the werewolf, It couldn't even feel the pain, and the entire arm was burned to ashes by the focused high temperature.

"Since when?" Bean Da's sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, dripping on the floor with a crisp sound, he murmured, "When exactly did it come?"

But soon, he had a discernment in his mind, those light beams were not as hostile as the wizards, but precise and indifferent, as if someone had flipped a switch—so that's it! Fragments of memories frantically flooded into his brain, just when the werewolf's nails were about to touch the woman, it almost hurt her once before, those beams didn't appear, it turned out that the fellow wizard stopped the werewolf Actions.

This rigid condition reminded him of a bad memory. It was a few years ago when he and a few daring fellow dark wizards wanted to go to Nurmengard's magic factory to make some quick money. He originally thought that the magic factory located on the edge of Nurmengard would be laxly guarded. After all, those wizards who patrol the city all the time would not travel so far. Guards, but when they drilled into the underground pipeline of the factory, the first few companions passed through an invisible net in this way, and quickly became delirious and even wanted to quickly find Grindelwald to surrender , as if the soul was directly swallowed by that deep tunnel.

Today, he tasted this fear again. It was obviously a small shop that couldn't be smaller, but it was able to take him back to the night in the tunnel. The small shop door was like a big mouth, waiting Catches the prey and throws himself into the net.

"Damn Kant... Is this the trap you prepared?"

He didn't think that Ludwig had the ability to create such a trap. It should be that he knew about that place through some channels, so he deliberately led his group there.

"Sure enough, after dealing with us a lot, this cute guy has also become cunning and cunning..." The coquettish man's mood changed drastically, and he couldn't help crying. The lost "companion" shed sincere tears, "You guys are so pitiful, woo...but in order not to expose me, I can only wrong you..."

This kind of violent emotional transformation, apart from the actors who entered the play, I am afraid that only lunatics will have it. His face was full of tears, and he quickly messed up his heavy makeup. After crying for a while, his emotions Finally stabilized, and the pain in his arm was less, he turned over with difficulty, pointing the wand in his hand at the bloody arm, the blood color mixed with the pink of the robe, looked extremely vivid.

The wand lightly slid across the wound, accompanied by a gloomy green light, the lost skin quickly grew on its own, the seductive man opened his eyes, trying to find his bed and luggage.

"Damn...damn, where is this place?"

The sound of knocking and knocking echoes in the empty room. This is a square room without doors and windows, as if someone has been locked in a box. The simple white walls present a depressing black in the dark environment. The room There is a faucet installed on the wall in one corner, and there is a tray on the floor, and in the tray is a piece of black bread that has been dried for an unknown amount of time and can be directly used as firewood.

In the other corner directly opposite to the faucet, a cabinet covered with oiled paper was standing there quietly. He turned around and looked at the thing that tripped him just now. It was a pair of heavy shackles that were casually thrown on the ground , this room seemed to be an airtight prison cell, he waved his wand hastily, his body twisted and disappeared in the rotation, but in the next second, he apparated again to the position where he appeared at the beginning.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

But how can sitting and waiting to die be the behavior of a master runner? He kept trying to apparate, appearing in the middle of the room again and again, and he wasn't even sure if he was still in this world, because he couldn't touch anything beyond the walls.

He began to frantically destroy everything in the room. Sharp wind blades gushed out from the wand. The continuous attacks and injuries on his body made him exhausted. Everything in the room except the faucet was broken, but whenever he started to rest tiredly, the faucet would open by itself, and the silver liquid flowed from the faucet, spreading throughout the room, restoring all the damaged places as before.

Even because more and more silver liquid flowed out, this already small room became more cramped and depressing.

"Gah!"

A half-melted chocolate frog jumped out of the cabinet, gave him a mocking look, jumped onto the piece of brown bread, and painted itself on it.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the wizard in the store woke up faintly. He opened his eyes. The shape of the original eyeballs had completely changed to those of insects. The boundaries between the pupils and the whites of the eyes became blurred, replaced by neatly arranged hexagonal shapes. Grid, the black re-examination makes the scalp numb. He clutched his chest, coughed violently a few times, spit out a few blood clots that had already coagulated, straightened his waist, and made a sharp sound like an insect's mouthparts rubbing:

"Fortunately, you idiot, I really think I graduated from Beauxbatons."

The black wizard who graduated from Durmstrang raised his palm and looked gratefully at the carapace covering the back of his hand. How much he despised the useless beetle he picked when he entered school, and now he loves it so much. Even want to kiss two on the back of the hand.

He looked at the painful werewolf at his feet with a complicated expression. Because of the pain, it changed into the form of a wolf, but it lost its human qualifications forever when it died. There was no trace of blood around the werewolf. The spell on the arm was crisp and neat, even sealing the section, and the wind blade shot from behind by their companion was equally fierce, and the simple penetration destroyed its simple brain.

The wizard took a step forward, wanting to observe the werewolf's wound, but followed by a flash of red light, which passed across his feet, cutting off half of the boots and even the socks inside. The wizard felt a chill coming from under his feet, he lowered his head, and saw the exposed five fingers mocking him fiercely.

He raised his head stiffly, those red eyes were staring at him in unison, without making a sound, as if he was afraid of disturbing the girl's dream, but this scene couldn't be more terrifying to a wizard, he hurriedly raised his hand He raised his hands and wanted to drop his wand, but found that there was nothing in his hand, and the wand was lying quietly on a pile of flannelette, like a commodity being put on display.

He raised his hands high, waiting for these red eyes to deal with him, but they just stared at him without blinking, neither of them made any sound, and they stalemate silently in the stiff atmosphere.

It wasn't until his arm was raised so sore and so stiff that he couldn't let it go, that the sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the store.

"The wizard inside—"

A panting man issued a formulaic warning, only to be interrupted by the impatient wizard.

He turned around quickly, staring fixedly at the Auror outside the house with a pair of bright black eyes, grinned and said joyfully, "You're so late."

The person who came was Ogden who claimed that he had gone to Northern Ireland and would not return in a short time. The robe on his body was crumpled and exuded a smell that hadn't been washed for a long time. He narrowed his eyes and adapted to the situation. In the air of the store, he suddenly saw a strange person who looked like a bug.

Ogden raised his wand and sternly warned the wizard. He gasped when he saw the motionless Martha behind him and the three-legged werewolf on the floor. What happened here?

While maintaining the posture of holding the staff, he took out a small silver ball from his pocket and reported the situation here to the Ministry of Magic. The werewolf and this kind of monster that he had never seen before appeared in such a small shop at the same time. Here, the situation is extremely urgent.

"what are you?"

After confirming that there was no wand in the wizard's hand, Ogden asked sharply, but his vigilance did not decrease by half. After all, beetles generally have six limbs. Who knows if he has hidden two arms—or two legs, But at the moment, what he cared most about was Martha lying on the workbench. He slowly approached the wizard, silently chanting his best spell.

The wizard concocted countless explanations in his mind, but as Ogden approached, he realized that his justification might bring more trouble, so he broke his heart and shouted in the loudest voice and in the most standard English:

"I surrender!"