My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Do you think he will fail the NEWTs?"

"Johnny, are you crazy?"

On the streets of Alsace, France, Joseph looked at his out of tune companion, and poked his ribs with his elbow, "Do you really want to go to a place that doesn't shit and research something that has never been on the market? Have any magical creatures appeared?"

"There is a precedent for this," Johnny shook his head, licked his fingers, and stuffed the wrapping paper of the leftover crepes into a flowerpot on the window sill of a house by the roadside, and said, "I heard It is said that in the East, there was a wizard who failed the exam, so he recruited many people who failed the exam to overthrow their government, and threatened to plant chrysanthemums in the capital... I think Mr. Wertling's behavior style Much like this wizard."

"Damn guy, go and study your magic chrysanthemum." Joseph glared at Johnny who was indifferent, and said, "I'm going to gather our people, they haven't had a good Christmas meal What about dinner?"

"What do you think about the two of us sharing the same brain? They say I'm damned when you're smart, and when I'm—"

"Damn it, you're never smart," Joseph pushed Johnny's back, urging him to quicken his pace. "We have to go to Lorraine first, and then to Prussia. Those boys and girls can't wait."

...

Compared with the big cities of London and Paris, the streets of Lorraine are undoubtedly much more depressed. Although the war has passed for a long time, there are still large-scale troops stationed around this small border city mentioned in a famous article to guard against the former enemy. The army, the women shopping for vegetables and the soldiers with live ammunition passed by without disturbing each other, as if living in two interlaced but parallel time and space.

Tens of kilometers to the east of the city, there is a dense forest that is inaccessible. It is said that during the war, the Germans planted a lot of landmines here, and the surrounding people hardly dare to approach it.

This forest is not as primitive as they imagined, although Muggles will turn away as soon as they get close because they suddenly remember the important things at home, but if they go a few steps deeper when they run into a dead mouse, they will Behind the tall trees like a wall, there is a clearing cut out hidden in the forest. There are many small buildings standing upright, and some chimneys still emit smoke from the chimneys, surrounded by this group of small buildings that are exactly the same. Yes, there are several huge factory-like buildings. The roar of machinery resounds from the factory buildings, and even the ground is constantly shaking.

But the people walking on the streets of this small town in the forest did not appear disturbed by the continuous noise. On the contrary, they seemed to have adapted to this background white noise. It was heard, mixed with the roar of machinery, and was scattered in the rustling of leaves in the forest when it was gently blown by the wind.

"I'm really afraid of stepping on landmines every time I come back." Johnny suddenly appeared in front of a vegetable stall, grabbed an orange on the stall, wiped it on his body casually, and took a big bite along with the skin. The old woman knitting a sweater at the back of the booth just raised her head slightly. After seeing Johnny's face, she showed a disgusted expression like looking at a grandson. She lowered her head and began to dismantle the messy threads because of being disturbed. She didn't look like a woman. The sorcerer didn't even have any sense of magic in this small stall, but after seeing Johnny, she didn't panic at all. On the contrary, Joseph, who noticed Johnny's impolite behavior, hurriedly took out his wallet, and before paying, I heard Johnny say lightly, "He pays."

"I really hope you are killed by a landmine, Johnny," he said with a dark face after paying the money, frowning, "I don't know what Mr. Wertling likes about you?"

"Maybe it's because we are inseparable?" Johnny shrugged his shoulders, and handed the half-pulled orange in his hand to Joseph, "After all, for a wizard, one plus one can completely exert a strength greater than two, are you going to try it? I Looking for a master tomorrow, what do you think of Albus Dumbledore? He has a meeting in New York next Friday, we just need to be halfway—”

"You can keep it for yourself." Joseph waved his hand, rejecting his orange, and also rejecting his proposal.

"He gave me a second life, just focus on this, even if the dog leg of the penguin betrays him in the future, I will drag him to hell without hesitation." Johnny showed a nonchalant expression on his face, Biting the orange in his hand, the orange juice flowed out of his hand, he looked at the old woman behind the vegetable stand, and put on a kind smile, "Grandma, you should go back to your respective homes these days, I want to go here It should be abandoned soon."

The old woman didn't speak, just stared at him, smiled and shook her head.

"The Guards are back!"

A group of children, big and small, roared across the street, reporting the great news for them. When they passed by the two people beside the vegetable stall, they lined up and stopped to salute noisily. The gathering of children with huge differences in all aspects is a wonderful sight. They quickly ran away, and when they reached the next intersection, the shout came from afar, "The two idiots are back too!"

Instead of being annoyed at being called idiots, Joseph and Johnny were smiling.

"Guards? Why is it called the Guards? Whose Guards are we?"

"Maybe they saw this name in some book, defending their troops."

"We didn't defend them."

In the beginning, this small town only had the factories in the center, which were only used as a temporary foothold for Joseph and Johnny. They took their recruited wizards and followed the instructions issued by the penguins. The initial work content was mainly Collect messages from the sky all over the world. A few months ago, with the addition of more and more brilliant wizards and young blood, they also moved their main station here, watching over the purgatory on earth in Prussia .

After connecting with "Ryburn" who had been dormant as Harriman, they finally joined the battle again after months of riots in Paris. For natural fighters, these people who live in a stable life in the small town are the "trophies" they took from the Prussian "goods yard". The Prussian black wizards didn't even notice that something was wrong, because such plundering It's a common thing, not to mention that in the recent period, rescue operations by different forces from all over the world have emerged one after another. They also thought about evacuating, but before they knew it, they had fallen into a tacit agreement between all parties. formed network.

At first it was just a campsite next to a factory, but it didn’t take long before it became a popular village, and somehow, it became such a thriving town with people from different countries, languages, and skin colors Living together, there is not much regret for the rest of their lives. They never gave up hope and quickly built this place into a new home. With the help of those freshly baked houses in those factories, they can be enlarged by themselves on the ground. Now, there is a sense of fireworks here.

"Are there any casualties this time?" Johnny asked Joseph. "I heard that they encountered a giant this time. I'm afraid it will be a little tricky."

"Scarlett reported it two days ago. I knew that with your IQ, you must not understand these numbers. The recruits have long since become veterans. The death toll has not increased for several weeks," Joseph shook Shaking his head, "Let me briefly describe it. You can digest it slowly. There are no injuries, no deaths, and if you can't beat it, just run away. It's such a simple thing."

"I'm afraid there will be more of them in the future," Johnny shook his head and sighed. "The Muggle war is over, and ours has just begun. In the future, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as being able to escape if you can't fight."

"They knew it, they knew it from the beginning," Joseph nodded vigorously, "Some battles cannot be retreated, we are not soldiers who are driven by interests or power, we are fighters who fight for the people behind us. "

"Sometimes I feel cold for Mrs. Wertling." Johnny smiled, "Who has an army like ours with a family and a mouth? , really alive."

Behind them, the roar of the factory became more intense, and the tremors of the ground even caused the vegetables and fruits on the vegetable stalls to roll down one after another, as if there was something that had been suppressed for a long time in those silent mountain-like buildings. The beast is about to break out of the prison.

"Crack!"

...

"Crack!"

The sound of the ice cap shattering came from afar. A penguin jumped out of the ice with a fat fish struggling wildly in its mouth. After gliding on its belly for a long time, it finally stopped in front of the obstacle— — an ice-stained boot.

"Sorry, I can't be with you."

The young man straightened up on the white ground, and a naive yet mighty emperor penguin squatted quietly beside him, stretching its plump neck as hard as possible, rubbing against his palm vigorously, He even wanted to hand him the fish he was holding in his mouth.

"Eat it yourself... You said it should look weird for me to walk around with a penguin on the streets of Europe?" The young man raised his head and looked at the surrounding smooth ice surface. The penguins who made the sliders had a smile on their faces, "No matter how many times I watch it, I always think you are much more interesting than humans."

He quickly bent down, put his hands under the penguin's ribs, picked up the emperor penguin beside him, and wanted to hold it in his arms, perhaps because the food of these penguins was so good that he couldn't hold it A fat little guy, the soft fur slid across the fingertips, the emperor penguin fell back to the ice, bounced its buttocks on the ground, and turned into a posture with its tail facing the sky, its small mung bean-like eyes blinked Blinking, wondering why the professional food jester would offend himself like this today.

The young man raised his head and smiled helplessly. He raised his arm, and a milky white straight magic wand appeared in his hand. His wrist was raised slightly. A huge ice cube tore through the ice layer and rose in front of him. The section of the block was smoother than a mirror, and the penguin's face covered by its messy hair appeared on the ice.

Even in such a cold environment as the polar region, he only wore a thin shirt, but he didn't seem to feel cold because of it. Instead, his cheeks showed the glowing red posture of sitting by the stove. His short hair fell over his forehead, covering his eyes, which were frosted and hung obliquely from the bridge of his nose, and his chin beard also looked like a savage.

The penguin showed a self-deprecating smile. He is addicted to ice, and now he is not much cleaner than those penguins shoveling in line on the ground. The magic wand gently swept across his cheeks, and the ice condensed quickly on his beard. In the crisp sound of "click, click", the stubble was swept away along with the ice slag. He wiped his clean chin, raised his head, and looked behind the ice in front of him. A group of various people were standing in the distance. Watching here from the ice field, as time went by, more and more people gathered around them. They didn't look like a formal organization, and they didn't even have a uniform uniform. They seemed to be just wearing their usual uniforms and rushing Some even wore the robes of their country's Ministry of Magic, some of whom hadn't even met each other and only corresponded through The Quibbler.

"Restless souls will always gather together, friends, I think we are all more inclined to see more interesting things happen." Penguin slightly nodded at the crowd, "The power of words is the most powerful sword, which makes me feel better even if I am physically Being in the wilderness is enough to become a chess player at any chess table, fiddle with the chessboard...it is much more interesting than fiddle with the strings and play those tunes that have been played countless times.”

His voice was so soft that even he couldn't hear it clearly, only the howling of the cold wind could be heard in his ears.

Penguin cut off a piece of ice with a magic wand, held it in his hand, and slowly melted a sharp ice knife, the blade brushed against the scalp, and the hair that hadn't been combed for a long time fell out in handfuls. The penguin appeared in the mirror again.

He stared at himself in the mirror, and carved patterns on the mirror with his magic wand. A simple robe was carved on the ice by him, and slowly emerged on his body. In the next second, he had already appeared in front of the crowd.

The penguin slowly buckles the button that is changing from ice to wood, and smiles at these silent but restless people. Behind him, there is a building made of ice and snow with a plaque of "The Quibbler Magazine" on it. The three-story building collapsed slowly, and countless penguins jumped ashore from the sea, staggered into the ruins, picked up magazines wrapped in oiled paper, and rushed back into the water.

...

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the door, and Credence struggled to get up from the bed. Nagini, who was sitting by the side, wiped the sweat from his forehead in distress. He held her hand and kissed her gently.

"Maybe the magazine I ordered has arrived," Credence raised his head, the terrifying black scar shrunk quickly, and his complexion looked much healthier. He got off the bed and said loudly, "Just leave it at the door."

"You are mistaken, Mr. Barburn," said the person outside the door. "I came to see you. Williams asked me to come to you. My name is Ivy Darwin. I may have an appointment."

Credence and Nagini looked at each other, picked up the wand from the bedside table, and stood up.

"Is it time?"

"Not yet, it's just that my work is done," Ivy explained patiently, "I heard that your physical condition is relatively poor. It just so happened that I saw a special case in Nurmengard recently, so I specially Come to care about you... After all, we may fight together, don't we?"