My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Really? Judge Shafiq," Nelson smiled slightly, and said softly, "You are so sure, do you know more than me?"

"..."

"I know where you've been in the past two years, when and what people you've spoken to," Nelson said, stepping forward, and the cold iron fence was like a phantom standing there, unhindered, he went straight through After passing by, he walked in front of Shafik, lowered his head, put his mouth close to his ear, and said softly, "I know which vault in Gringotts every bribe you accept is hidden in, and I also know You like to hide the key behind the third portrait on the right when you enter the Shafiq mansion. That is the portrait of your grandfather. Your secret."

Shafik raised his head abruptly, but the iron chain tied around his neck strangled his throat, making him "giggle" speechless, his skinny old face was flushed, and after struggling for a while, helplessly He fell back on the dirty chair.

"Don't be so anxious." Nelson patted him on the shoulder as if to appease his subordinates. This was unacceptable to a person like Shafik, but now he really has no energy to express his dissatisfaction. Nelson changed another One ear, leaned closer and said softly, "I know that you were furious because you contacted Grindelwald in private but couldn't meet the conditions he wanted. I know that you gave many people the opportunity to meet you before the Wizengamot's change of office—— According to this, there is no difference between you and the emperor... I know that you have united with the Hogwarts school trustees and are planning to deprive Professor Dumbledore of his Hogwarts headmaster status after his failure in the election. You don’t want to let Beside your throne comes someone who can surpass you."

"How do you—"

"Oh, of course I know, I know you've heard some rumors, and think that I know so many things by seeing the future, but you may think highly of yourself, for someone like you, I don't need to be in the future Spy on your movements, because there was no end for you at that time," Nelson patted Shafiq's cold face with the back of his hand, "And don't you think that when a person with a dark heart knows that he has been exposed to the broad daylight all this time? , being watched by everyone like a clown, how funny was his expression at that time?"

Nelson raised his hand, and a mirror made of mist appeared in his palm. He held the mirror in front of Shafiq, allowing him to see every pore and every hair on his face clearly. There was nothing to hide from his frightened expression.

"Everything about you is under my control. Even if I ignore the past, I can check and fill in the gaps anytime and anywhere. Do you still remember the never-ending corridor when you wanted to escape from the Wizengamot?"

Nelson's smiling face looked like a complete demon to Shafiq at the moment. He closed his eyes tightly, but his eyelids had to be opened by a pair of small silver hands.

"Oh it's you!"

"Ah, I don't understand what you're saying, Your Honor," Nelson said, tilting his head, "I know more. Jail, he also did not forget to reveal the route of the Hogwarts Express, and wanted this devastating scandal to win him a chance to turn around. Microphone, it's no wonder your usual voice is so low."

"you--"

"Shh, listen to me," Nelson pinched Shafik's chin, raised his head, and faced the dark ceiling above his head, "I also know that after learning about the attack on the Hogwarts Express Not only did the attack not cause any casualties, but after a large group of people were captured, someone hurriedly found the familiar voice bug, and inadvertently disclosed his location to a person who would go to Azkaban the next day. The person who identified the criminal."

There was only black in Shafiq's vision, he closed his mouth, and listened carefully to every word that came out of Nelson's mouth.

"I really don't understand, isn't it good for you to rot and stink in Azkaban with peace of mind?" Nelson said suspiciously, "Why do you have to find a sense of existence over and over again? You think you can rely on Create a scandal for others, but don't know that you are just being used by smarter people. They only want to find what they want under your guise, and those who are still grateful for your old love? They are all next to you now, Your Honor, I understand, you are helping the Ministry of Magic to prepare for a big cleansing, even in Azkaban you have not forgotten to help the Ministry of Magic, you are too gentle."

Nelson raised his magic wand and pointed it at the ceiling. A milky white beam shot out from the tip of the wand and hit the ceiling. After turning it into a glass-like transparent texture, the spell continued upward, penetrating through the floor after floor. Make them all transparent up to the roof of the castle.

The scene outside the castle appeared in Shafik's eyes. He looked at the long-lost sky, even though it was cloudy, he felt much more comfortable.

"Haven't you always been curious about how I can play with the wizards in Diagon Alley with things you don't like?"

The magic spell shot out of the roof continued upwards, hitting the clouds directly, and the dense clouds rolled in all directions, and soon formed a storm eye as deep as it seemed to go straight to the depths of the universe, and a huge eye was also moving The center of the eye of the wind opened slowly, and Shafik's eyes, which had been opened for a long time, instinctively burst into tears because of dryness. The tears blurred the vision, but the mythical giant eye seemed even more grotesque and shocking. .

"Is this really something wizards can do..."

"You hide on walls, on thrones over people's heads, but how can you hide from eyes from the sky?" Nelson sneered, "You are lucky, it is usually only opened for a guy like you .”

Shafik fell into silence. Although he didn't understand why Nelson had a lone eye looking at him from above the sky, he had already understood when Nelson mentioned the portrait of his grandfather who kept the key to the Gringotts vault. , I have lost completely, when the result is in front of my eyes, the cause and process are no longer important.

"Abandoning Mergan may be the stupidest decision I've ever made in my life."

"Really? I thought you could enumerate three days and three nights."

"You don't know about our glory, it's something bigger than life," Shafik murmured, "Nelson Wertling Williams..."

"Any advice, Your Honor?"

"To be honest, I really hate your name, Nelson...the Muggle name you can see all over the street. It doesn't have the noble temperament of the Shafiq family at all."

"Can you discriminate even by name? You really have it." Nelson curled his lips. Shafiq's crazy words went into his left ear and ran out of his right ear. He raised his arm and licked his ear with his little finger , said casually, "Is there any sharp criticism? For example, I am ugly, and I am not as handsome as your surname Shafik."

"Hehe," Shafik shook his head, "Besides, every inch and every inch of your body is worthy of Shafiq's surname, even if half of your blood is polluted by Muggles, but your God Enough to smooth out these small blemishes."

"I get the feeling you're talking about a piece of china on a shelf."

"Who is not a piece of porcelain? I am high above the sky, and I will fall to the clouds one day."

"So, you are obviously very annoyed, very regretful, very unwilling."

"As I said before, losers don't deserve such emotions. Only victors are qualified to sigh for the imperfection of victory." Shafiq raised his head, staring at Nelson's face with deep-set eyes, and passed After a while, he showed a smile that was enough to make Nelson feel physically uncomfortable, "I'm very happy instead. Our glory is about to end with me. In the last years of my life, I can wait for you, a gift from heaven, why would you Are you unwilling? I should be very grateful... By the way, do you know my name?"

"Shafik?" Nelson was stunned. Ever since he heard about Shafik, he has always been called Justice Shafik, so that people always think that his name is "Shafik" and his surname is "" Nelson shook his head and said to himself, "It doesn't matter... this old lunatic, Don't you think that at this time, I will come to a drama where I don't recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors?"

"I did have such unrealistic fantasies," Shafiq laughed, looking nothing like a prisoner behind bars, "I forgot my own name, so Nelson, although I hate you It's an unremarkable name, but I'm still a little envious."

"Have you started playing the emotion card? What are you going to play next? The Marne card?" Nelson clasped his ears, leaned against the iron railing, and crossed his arms. "Go ahead, there's still more time anyway, I'm all ears."

"No matter how aggressive you are, I understand, because to you, I am one of the enemies who killed your father." Even at this time, Shafiq still never talked about Elizabeth. What happened during that time, but Shafiq's attitude of course is enough to make people sick, "I'm not trying to argue, since he insists on choosing a more extreme way to tarnish his blood than his mother, then I have no choice, at least Let Shafiq's blood be crowned with the surname of a Nordic pure-blood wizard, Shafiq can still accept it."

"No choice? Hehe." Nelson shook his head, "You are really hopeless."

"I have no choice, and neither do you, Nelson," Shafik said with a chuckle, "You still have the blood of the Shafiq family in your body no matter what."

"Your words remind me of my good friend's father," Nelson snorted, and turned his head to look at the buildings in the distance that were busily comparing photos. "Is your family going to inherit the throne?"

"You didn't grow up in an environment of power and honor. Your aunt and uncle's protection of you made us miss the best time to teach you to be an elite. Fortunately, you lived up to expectations and became a well-deserved Elites just lack common sense." Shafik, who admitted defeat, looked very relaxed, and he said softly, "I believe that during your time in the Ministry of Magic, you will soon realize that common sense is not How sweet the taste of power worth mentioning is, you'll see."

"Like a donut, that's great," Nelson said calmly.

"I will give you a gift, Nelson..." Shafik had a terrifying smile on his face, "Actually, you have already started to accept Shafik's gifts a long time ago, and you thought you were going alone Nurmengard was not hunted down as a traitor, is it because of Dumbledore's protection or because the Ministry of Magic is afraid of Grindelwald? Do you think that the academic achievements you are proud of jump into the newspaper so quickly because it is true? Much better than the top papers? You thought you had a fight with your friends in Knockturn Alley and no one got revenge because your ridiculous pseudonyms were hidden? From the day you were born, you've been Enjoying the transcendent power and strength brought to you by Shafiq's blood."

"You can continue to make it up, and make it better."

"You can't deny it in your heart, right?" Shafik shrugged, "You also know why I can control the overall situation even in Azkaban, and they dare not kill me, even if in everyone's eyes, I am a remnant of the old era, they dare not even put me in the floor where the dementors are active, because they cannot bear this responsibility, they are not only afraid of our former Weihe, but also afraid of you, a young man from the Shafik family. The glorious career you and I have done, the glory brought by blood always complements each other, and unless you die, it will still continue on you."

"Are you cursing me?" Nelson gritted his teeth.

"I know that when you showed me your secret hidden in the sky, you were ready to keep me silent. Don't worry, I will not embarrass anyone who continues Shafiq's glory," Shafiq said. There was an unprecedented and excited light in his eyes, "I will make you a hero who truly ends an era. On the land of the British Isles, the world of wizards who have been hidden under the secrecy law for hundreds of years is in my current life. The man who bleeds Shafiq's blood, and the person who ends my life with his own hands, who no one dares to covet me, will surely be a man who bleeds Shafiq's blood! There is only one other person who can kill Shafiq Shafiq!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and hands suddenly, a cold light flashed through his nails, Nelson only had time to take a look, a thin line of blood appeared on Shafiq's neck, and immediately after, the blood flowed like Note.

Nelson's expression was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly at the moment. Although there was no difference in the ending, he still felt extremely disgusted.

The evil and cold breath approached silently from afar, and the loss of life made the dementors floating on the island excited. They smelled their favorite smell, dragged their tattered black robes, and came from all directions. The castle is coming.

They love death.

Shafiq slumped on the seat, opened and closed his mouth, but the broken trachea could no longer make a sound. He looked into Nelson's eyes, and a silver tear slowly flowed out, dripping onto the spotless An ugly stain formed on the silver robe.

"What happened?!"

Rich came running here from a distance, followed by hungry dementors.

"Shafiq committed suicide and wanted to plant it on me."

Nelson gave Shafiq a blank look, and mouthed a curse, his unwilling eyes finally did not close.