My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Who are you?" The beard who was leaning on the seat and fighting was soaked and trembling in his neck, shouting visibly. It seems that the louder the voice at this time, the more able to seize the opportunity, this kind of super Almost the situation he knew completely collapsed his cognition. At this moment, there were only snakes, snakes, and snakes all over the ground in his eyes!

"Who are we?" Tom chuckled. He leaned down and picked up a long slender green snake in his palm, and handed it to the shoulder of the bearded. When approaching him, the little snake leaped lightly and hung. It reached his ears, and then slid down, entangled his neck with Tom's hand movement.

"Who are we?" Nelson repeated the question, looking at the murderer who was stiff and afraid to move. He was a little confused. It seemed that he was about to get revenge, but his heart became calmer. The resentment and excitement when picking up the fir-tree wand disappeared completely when he really faced the enemy. He murmured and repeated the question again and again, as if he didn’t know the answer to the question, so it seemed like he was talking to himself. Nervous, Troca couldn't help taking a step back.

　　 "I only see you as unpleasant, so I want to punish you."

The bearded fat man didn’t dare to look at them directly. He turned his face away to keep the snake wrapped around his neck away from his eyes, while secretly looking at them from the corner. Nelson sat opposite, looking at the seat like a teacher on the podium. Of students do those little moves that they think are hidden, and the funny moves of the big beard amused him.

"You can't do this, you don't have this right!" The beard flushed and his neck became thick. He hummed and gasped, while screaming, "I admit that I have done some sneaking. I'm going to surrender to the matter, which family are you from? I will return the things! You can't lynch!"

"We don't have one, do you have it?" Tom couldn't help but shoot up at last, pointing out his bearded nose, his red eyes yelling, not knowing whether it was because of his unknown magic or because of anger. , "It turns out to be a scumbag, it's really not a pity for a person like you to die."

"Didn't you come to me because I stole something?" The bearded eyeballs rolled, his anger seemed to come back, and his body relaxed. He raised his arm and waved his hand, staring tremblingly at his neck. The snakehead who was looking at him, smiled hard at Tom Dui, "Two... two gentlemen, you may have found the wrong person. Apart from stealing things, I have done nothing to hurt the world. You just let go. Let me — don’t worry, I appoint not to blame you, and I will help you catch the offenders and get rid of them. This...this is my honor."

Nelson glanced at Tom suspiciously. He wasn't sure if he really caught the wrong person. Tom turned his head to look at him and shook his head. He was sure of his magic and looked up at the bearded man again. Lifted his chin.

"Think about what you've done recently." Troca standing on the side couldn't help but speak. He saw Nelson's fist and the blue veins on his forehead. He was afraid that this scumbag would say anything nonsense. And his own tavern, he cursed badly, "Don't make the two gentlemen more angry, lest you have to torture you."

"You?" Tom turned his head and found that the vampire bartender who gave him lemonade was there all the time. He shook his head speechlessly and said "Why are you still here?" Turn around without reluctance and leave. As a long-lived vampire, he knows exactly what the snakes in the tavern represent, and he also knows that two underage wizards who dare to take their wands and find trouble everywhere must be dependent on them. Vampires live a long life, but If you really want to live long, this kind of useful survival experience is indispensable.

　　 "Trocca!" the bearded voice called dumbly, "You beg for me, I'm your old customer."

"I hope you still have a chance to join in." Troka, who walked to the edge of the bar, turned around, shrugged his shoulders at the beard, showing a helpless expression, he called a young bartender, and what he said. He sent him away again, walked to the door, closed the door, and returned to the bar to continue wiping his cup.

"Sir, two gentlemen, I really didn't sin against you, please spare me!" The bearded wine seemed to wake up completely, his intelligence returned to his mind, and he began to plead for such a fat man. In contrast, the scene where a much thinner boy is forced into the corner does not seem to be offensive.

　　 "Think about it, what nasty things have you done?" Tom stepped on the chair next to the beard and took out his wand against his temple. He couldn't wait for a spell to kill him.

"This...what's this?" The bearded eyes stared at the small black wooden stick. Tom ignored him. Although he didn't know its purpose, he instinctively felt the danger. Where did he dare to hide it, like a bamboo tube falling into beans. He gave a whole word about his own affairs.

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　　 "First... Sir, I stole the wine used in the church for the sacrament."

"That's not it."

　　 "I... I think about it, I bullied a girl in my class when I was in elementary school."

　　 "Does it have anything to do with me?"

I don’t know how much time has passed. The bearded lips have turned pale and skinned. He remembered that many years ago when his ideal was still a lawyer, the bishop of the diocese told others that after he died, he would tell the angels his sins. Then according to the balance of good and evil to decide where he belongs to heaven or hell, he forgets the snake on his neck and feet, he counts his sins one by one like in a fairy tale, "Am I dead? Are you God?"

　　 "You still have God in your eyes?" Tom laughed. He had seen a lot of followers, but he was the first one to be so funny. He whispered, "I'm the devil, you can't see God."

"Yes." The bearded eyes dimmed, and he continued to state dryly, as if repenting, but still did not say Jonas, "When I first arrived in England seven years ago, I burgled in Northern Ireland... …There were only a pair of blind mother and son left in that house, so I—"

　　 "Okay, don't say it." Nelson interrupted his speech, "I am not interested in your scum life. Think about it. What did you do yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" The beard shook his eyes, he blinked, and asked in a puzzled way, "I didn't do anything yesterday. I was drinking in a pub. Besides, I stabbed a German to death. What's the problem? ?"

　　 "What did you say?" Nelson's emotions returned, and the murderer's understatement made him tremble.

"I didn't do anything yesterday. I was drinking in a pub. Besides that, I stabbed a German to death, sir. Is there any problem with this?" The beard still asked indifferently. This indifference makes him fearful. I don't even think this is a sin, and continue to repent of what happened a long time ago.

"You don't need to go on." Nelson didn't want to hear the man nagging anymore. He got up, walked to the bearded side, and looked down at him condescendingly. "You took a living person, didn't it? A little bit of guilt?"

"Did you really come to me for this?" Bearded seemed even more shocked than Nelson, and he defended loudly, "I am a patriot! Is there anything wrong with avenging my country? Rebelling against the invaders? Is there anything wrong?"

　　 "What did you say!" Nelson forgot his identity as a wizard. He clenched his fist and slammed the beard's unpleasant-looking garlic nose.

All this is too fast. When Tom is relieved, the tangled and dirty beard of the big beard has been changed color by the thick dark red blood. Nelson retracted his right fist which was scratched by his teeth and raised his grip. The fisted left hand slammed a stronger punch at the nose that had already opened the dyeing workshop.

"I'm a Polish!" After all, Nelson is a teenager. His fists are not so powerful. Even though he is a bit special, the strength of the wizard is not in the body. Even though the face is **** by successive fists, the beard is still struggling. Speaking~www.NovelMTL.com~ Germany invaded Poland yesterday! I met a German on the street talking about Poland. I thought he was an accomplice, so I beat him and killed him. Is there anything wrong with this? That's right, you have power and you can still play snakes. I don't dare to move in front of you, but the Germans invaded my homeland. He is my enemy, so what's wrong with me killing him? "

　　 "So it's not wrong for us to kill you, is it?" Tom held the wand secretly and slid it against the temple of the beard, the skin of the beard's forehead twisted into a whirlpool shape.

"Yes, haha." The bearded finally figured out the ins and outs. He spit out a **** sticky phlegm and stuck it on Nelson's shoes. He was already determined to die. Haha laughed and shouted, "You can catch it. Live me, tortured me, and even killed me, but I still got revenge, do you know? That gray-haired German was still talking about his wife's name before he died, but his wife had to be a widow."

The beard grinned with scarlet yellow teeth between the teeth. The smell mixed with blood is even more unpleasant. He looked at Nelson unscrupulously, and laughed mockingly, "Look at the hair color, are you his son? What a pitiful little—"

"Puff--" Tom waved his magic wand in disgust, his beard sobbed and couldn't open his mouth and couldn't speak. The quiet snake on the ground twisted and crawled with the hissing sound from his mouth. He got on the beard body and tied him tightly to the seat-soon the beard became a "snake pile" with only his head exposed, his eyes widened, he shook his head frantically, stabbing him The smell of his nose rose and Tom looked down and saw the water stains on the ground, and jumped back, "Tsk, it's disgusting."

　　 "Nal, how are you going to concoct him?" He turned his head and looked at Nelson.