My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Listen, Nobby Rich, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Hey... who are you?"

"Don't move around!" Tom held him down, peeked away his eyelids, and shook his head, "Damn, how much has been poured... The potion of confusion will last at least two days."

"What are you doing? Why are you plucking my hair?" Ricky muttered and lowered his head, touched the piece of his scalp that was bald by Tom, and shrank in the esophagus of the giant snake like a molested maid. "Why are you so rude..."

After receiving Rich who fell into the snake's mouth, Tom opened his jacket and found a bottle of "Veritaserum" in the lining medicine bag. His mouth opened and he stuffed the opened bottle into it.

As the veritaserum slid down Rich's throat and into his body, his twitching limbs stopped moving and he seemed to be asleep.

"I don't want that either," Tom asked, shaking his head, lifting Rich's face, "who are you and what do you do?"

"Nobby Rich." The corner of Rich's mouth was drooling, and he said in a daze, "Minister of Magic."

"It's me," Tom asked again, checking the whites of his eyes that were covered by eyelids, and asked very quickly, "Whose plan is it this time?"

"I... myself."

"You messed up more important plans? Gnar told me someone would protect you while he was gone, but what about people?"

"I think those opponents...they are gone, and Diagonal Lane is thriving. There has never been such a gratifying event in Britain since ancient times," Rich said with a happy smile on his face, "Our lovely Muggles are also thriving, I Feeling that it could be sped up, some better policies were enacted, and even the most recalcitrant people supported—”

"Okay, next question," Tom interrupted him, doing a quick question and answer like a quick answer show, "Your real allies, do they know?"

"I don't know." Rich gave the answer without hesitation, "I think we all have our own plans, but our purpose is the same."

"You are such an idiot, your allies didn't protect you to make you a megalomaniac," Tom's eyes showed disgust, the effect of Veritaserum Potion had come to an end, he asked in a deep voice, "Chaos The medicine cannot detoxify immediately, I have a very cruel method to keep you awake for a moment, are you willing to use this method to atone for your sin?"

"No--"

"Very well, you are willing, this is your own choice," Tom lowered his head, a small black snake came out from his neckline, and bit Nobby Rich's neck fiercely, "I love you Only one request, Rich, as your ally."

The venom squeezed out from the fang seed emitted a green light enough to illuminate the expressions of the two in the dark snake belly. The moment it entered Rich's blood vessels, his heart began to beat wildly, and his body arched uncontrollably, but he didn't know why. Where did the snakes come from and nailed the minister here like a cross.

Tom pulled his collar and pulled Rich's face in front of him. In the narrow space of the snake's belly, the two of them looked at each other almost face to face. Tom's scarlet eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisps, piercing deeply. Deep in Rich's heart, a sudden colic in his chest caused his back to arch instinctively, like a boiled shrimp, and like sleeping in his mother's belly.

"Slightly—"

Rich waved his hand indiscriminately, trying to cover his chest, but in the belly of the giant snake, there was no room for him to use it.

"listen!"

Tom bent his knees slightly and slammed into Ridge's abdomen fiercely. Blood mixed with stomach acid choked out from his mouth and dripped down the corner of his mouth onto the stomach wall of the giant snake. The smell in the space was even worse, and Tom's detoxification method was extremely brutal. Since the beetle's toxin can make people lose their minds, it would be fine as long as they were found.

So, he used another potion - a potion that the ancient black wizards were keen to keep the captives awake when they were tortured - this potion was so cruel because of its cruelty and all the horrors it brought. Even the name has not been passed down, but at this moment, its overbearing medicinal power is the most suitable for Rich. Although it is painful, it can wake up.

The double pain caused Rich's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets. His well-maintained face was now covered with dense, cobweb-like ravines, which were blood vessels that swelled to protrude from the skin. The black and green venom Like the colors that are always difficult to blend on the palette, a protracted tug-of-war is launched on Rich's body,

After waiting for a few seconds, Ricky's struggle weakened, replaced by trembling of muscles all over his body.

"Are you awake?"

Tom slapped Rich on the face with a backhand, causing his right cheek to become red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. The potion Tom used made Rich perceive pain far more than usual at the moment, but the young minister did not overdo it. The reaction, because the pain of alternating venom in the blood vessels has already made him numb.

He shook his neck stiffly and nodded.

"You know what? You've been a joke since seven o'clock this morning." Tom stared at him and sneered, "But the way you agreed to my medication just now, you still look like a man."

"Who are you?"

Rich's voice was extremely weak, and even a simple speech would bring him enough pain to faint, but sadly, he could only stay awake, which was even worse than the combined decades of his previous life. Much more sober.

"You can take me for Nelson."

"You're not him...he wouldn't be like this." Rich's eye sockets were swollen, so he couldn't see the dark surroundings clearly.

"There is no difference," Tom said, "my actions are no different from my thoughts, but I don't care about more things, and I won't accommodate a fool like you. I am a person who has no bottom line. If you talk more , I don’t mind playing your role forever in the future.”

"All right."

"Your Aurors are sacrificing for you. In order not to let their efforts be in vain, I will teach those people a lesson in blood." Tom said, "Your patience makes me sick, you heard those Muggles crying Did you shout? During the boring process of gathering aid, those people’s entertainment is to torture them, and your attempts to convert the stubborn enemies will only hurt more people who support you.”

"you can not--"

"Listen," Tom covered Rich's mouth and smiled, "I'm not discussing with you, understand?"

"..."

"Some people will never know the pain if you don't beat them," Tom said in a low voice. "They will even know your kindness, and they will make further progress. Red is the color that is most likely to leave a memory, especially blood."

"They're just tools."

"Yes, the tools bleed, and those who use them will be afraid." The suppressed madness in Tom's eyes made Rich, who could only see two red lights, shudder, "Don't you worship Grindelwald? Grindelwald gains strength from fear, and those who can spread fear are more powerful, fear and grace are the cornerstones of supporting human coupling, you only have grace, and I will spread fear for you."

"Are you scared?" Tom let go of Rich, patted the folds of his collar, and said softly, "Did you feel it?"

Rich nodded hard.

"Do you have the confidence to maintain the next fear to a level just enough for you to use?"

"I--"

"You have." Tom continued to straighten Rich's tie, "Think about how Shafik did it, you know better than anyone else, as long as you follow their logic, barking wolves will also become pet dogs shaking their heads."

"I have……"

"Yes, that's it." Tom rubbed his hair and pulled it out, "You have to adapt to the changes after waking up, understand?"

"Um."

"Go to sleep," Richie slowly closed his eyes amidst Tom's words, the pain seemed to be leaving his body and gradually seeping into his soul, his expression quickly became serene, surrounded by snakes Down, falling deep, "You useless pig teammates."

After Nobby Rich fell into the depths, Tom sighed, took out a pumpkin-shaped bottle containing a transparent liquid from his pocket, pointed at the depths of the snake's belly, and said: "When you wake up, remember that no matter what happens today Whatever you did, you did."

"Even if you kill Grindelwald?" A faint question came from under his feet.

"Grindelwald is not here..." Tom held his forehead, "Yes, even if Grindelwald died here today, you still have to say that you did it."

He waited for a while, and there was no more response from his feet. In the glass bottle in Tom's hand, the originally transparent potion had turned a sticky and dull gray color. Tom pinched his nose and drank the liquid in the bottle. , casually threw the bottle down.

"Boom!"

"Hey... who hit me?" Rich's voice came from a distance, "Huh? Where's my hair?"

...

"Kill...kill them?"

Looking at Rich who gave the order, the Aurors looked at each other, they looked at the wand in their hands, and at the enemies surrounding them.

The minister may be crazy, and he can't even tell the difference between simple and simple.

"I allow you to use more powerful spells when your life is threatened. Any spell you cast today will not be used as evidence to question you in the future."

After being hit by the small silver ball, the still standing knights' buses heard the roar of the engine starting, the ground shook and the smoke and dust dispersed. There are a few tall silver shadows in the middle.

Seeing the enemy's disorganized formation due to the attack of the buses, the scattered Aurors were stunned. They haven't waited for reinforcements, but reliable reinforcements have always been by their side.

"Paul, what are you thinking?" The minister turned around and smiled at the Auror who had been protecting him, "How could I not know your name?"

"Minister..." Paul stared blankly at the minister who was still in a state of madness just now. Although he seemed to have calmed down now, it gave him an even crazier feeling. He felt his aching body full of strength.

Will Foley know his name? Will Shafiq know? The director of the Auror office may not be able to call everyone by their first names, right?

He stood up from the ground, held his wand, and walked towards the changed minister step by step.

"Whoosh!"

A spell flew from a distance, but was blocked by Tom's spell when it was about to hit the Auror, "Nobby Rich" looked at the Auror who was protecting him with a smile, and nodded, " protect yourself."

The Auror named Paul only felt a fire in his chest being ignited. He picked up his wand, let out an incomprehensible roar, and rushed across the street.

"Nobby Rich" pointed his wand at the self-absorbed jailbreakers. Behind him, Aurors got up from the ground one after another and rushed towards the opposite side.

"Go, my soldiers."

...

"What's that?" Tom saw a familiar figure on a stretcher not far away, narrowed his eyes, pointed at the person and asked, "Why is he here?"

"We haven't found out his identity yet, Minister," Paul said, standing nervously aside, flipping through the brochure in his hand, "our house in the middle of Diagonal Lane—you know, to show that we The property owner of the dilapidated house that values ​​Muggles and the spirit of the contract is Mr. Richard Jewell—next to him, we found him, and we also found traces of fighting and two seriously injured fugitives at the scene."

"Um."

"We speculate that he may have fought against the dark wizard by relying on the terrain brought by the special glass that sealed the house to protect the Muggles who have not yet evacuated. A variety of dangerous large-scale destructive spells including explosions, but the street was not too damaged." Paul explained, "But it may be because he is inexperienced. Good results."

"continue."

"According to the testimony of the witness," Paul continued, "he first attacked a fugitive, and after he succeeded, he confronted another, and then—"

"I see." Tom waved his hand and interrupted the explanation, "Send it directly to Aibo's house."

"Is this from the Aibo family?" Paul asked in surprise, "Okay, I'll go and order someone to do it."

"Wait," Tom called to him, "send St. Mungo first."

"What about the fugitives?"

"Those who were seriously injured were sent back to Azkaban, and those who were not seriously injured were taken back to the Ministry for interrogation."

"You...are you saying the wrong thing?"

"Um?"

"I see, Minister Rich!"

Paul lowered his head, not daring to look the minister in the eye.

"Hahaha, Rich, I'm relieved to see that you're fine," after Paul left, hearty laughter came from not far away, Tom raised his eyelids, and saw a fat figure wriggling slowly Come over, "Fortunately, you persisted, otherwise we almost missed it."

"It's really timely."

Tom sneered, bowed his head, and ignored him.