My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is a net of heaven and earth."

The three people on the clock tower stood in a standard equilateral triangle. Barry proudly raised the corners of his mouth, made a boxing gesture, and punched hard on the big clock that was split into several parts, "Dementor , This is a dead end, Nelson, in the whole of Berlin, I am afraid you will not find a second person who can escape with the help of the Patronus besides you."

"We are good at using everything we can use for me, Nelson, such as Herbo's magic, Lord Grindelwald told me you dismissed it," Andre said, "For a long time before, In addition to arranging the transportation, my job in Krakow is to translate the classics that Lord Grindelwald brought out from the illusion... That kind of classics are in a form that I have never seen before. I have to say that it is amazing, just Like the memory contained in a crystal bottle, you need to experience the story in a special way, and then discover the magic lost in history from the story."

"This doesn't sound like a classic," Nelson commented, "Maybe what you see is really an ancient memory."

"I remember that your preference for history even surpassed your enthusiasm for magic. I read your orders when you were in the center of Krakow. In addition to releasing captives through the boring game of cat and mouse, you especially pay attention to letting the resident Soldiers protect the buildings in the ancient city of Krakow, which is very similar to my favorite student. He said that wars will only destroy human treasures, but they cannot bring new things. For thousands of years, people Fighting and killing is nothing more than the alternation and overlap of power."

Andre looked at Nelson with prudent eyes, the scar on his face was like an unpredictable mask under the lightning from different angles: "I'm a little curious, those so-called ancient buildings can only leave architectural styles, maybe you You can speculate on the style and style of the times through the method of peeking at the leopard, but isn’t the memory of the predecessors a more detailed history book? You are the person who has dealt with Hai Erbo the most. We also used this when we lobbied the International Federation of Wizards to release you last year. to impress them, but why are you not interested in Haierbo's memory alone? It wasn't until Barry's silence was suppressed that Master Grindelwald told me the answer."

"Oh? What did he say?" Nelson was lying on the railing, the torrential rain blurred his vision, he wiped the rainwater from his face, turned his head sideways, and avoided a spell that was shot at him. Seeing the attacker fell in the heavy rain, his impatient spell became the brightest flare in the night, "Tsk."

"He said you were trying to maintain the purity of your soul, but I don't think so," Andre said after a moment of silence, "I think you are fully capable of controlling that kind of magic."

"Studies have shown that frequent use of black magic can cause hair loss," Nelson shrugged. "I still prefer Patronuses to smoking black smoke."

"Really?" Andre touched the top of his head, the lightning dimmed, and the conversation between the three fell into darkness again.

The battle in the street below the clock tower also seemed to have pressed the stop button, and suddenly fell into a deathly silence. After adapting to the frenzy of the first two dark gaps, the black wizards with combat experience fell down like beasts in the jungle, Waiting to mop up the first show in the rain.

Floating and hiding his body, he flew over the street, and he saw a man with a mop head clinging to the trash can on the side of the road, holding his breath. Half of the heavy shackles are still tied, and it seems that even the defense of the cell has been relaxed because of the news that Borgin Bock has obtained the treasure.

He didn't know how long he hadn't eaten. Even though he tried his best to suppress it, his legs were still trembling. At this time, the chains that bound his freedom became a firm anchor. His ears were pricked up, listening The noise in the rain and the cold breath from the dementors in the distance made him even colder, and even the hand holding the dagger began to tremble.

Yes, this wizard who just ran out of the cell didn't even have a wand, and he couldn't wait to join the battle. He already had a target. A young, seemingly inexperienced dark wizard hid with him before dark. When he arrived at the same place, he sniffed the bloody smell in the air with his nose, squinted his eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of metal colliding with the trash can in his ears.

The kid was behind him, and the two people leaning back to back on the trash can didn't notice a "bamboo dragonfly" floating silently above their heads.

The young black wizard's heart was lifted. He understood what it meant to reveal his direction at this time. Just now his key was hit by rainwater and hit the trash can while shaking. Fortunately, no one noticed. There was a slight sound here, and no one was willing to reveal his position because of this short sound, but he still became tense, his breathing became heavy, and he didn't notice that a dagger had quietly approached his neck.

The dark clouds are so thick that it makes Berlin even darker than the night. Even such a sharp weapon can hide his coldness. Just when the young black wizard rejoiced for his luck, the dagger had already severed his Throat, the young black wizard let out a muffled "cluck" sound, and blood sprayed out from the corner of his mouth. This time the sound finally caught people's attention, and several identical green lights rushed towards him almost at the same time. .

He only felt the cold thing circle around his neck, and it took only a second for the man with the mop head to get behind the young black wizard. He left the dagger on the victim's neck, snapped off his fingers, He took away the magic wand that he was holding tightly in his hand, and those spells followed one after another, all hitting the young black wizard's body, making his dying life instantly extinguished.

The man with the mop head pushed hard and pushed the corpse out, while he rolled into the alley that he had already memorized.

Lightning flashed, and people noticed the young man lying in the middle of the road. His neck was supported by a dagger, and he still kept his head up, with a dead-eye posture. The blood stained the accumulated rainwater red, and was soon washed into the sewer In the center, the repair parts and German engineers wrapped in oiled paper are nourished. Not far from him, a few lifeless people are lying quietly. They are the wizards who have just cast the spell. Every forest Every hunter in the world should know that they too are being pointed at.

"boom!"

The thunder was long overdue, and a hole had already been broken in the wall of Borgin Bock's mansion. Obviously, some daring guy from Yi Gao had already run in in the dark.

There was no living person on the street, only Igor Karkarov standing on the top of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church tower, still looking down at the people under his feet with that haughty expression, half of his face was pale by the lightning, The other half of the face was hidden in the darkness, and the maliciousness hiding in the darkness curled up as hard as possible. Only when the next darkness came, would they stretch out their claws unscrupulously.

"Interesting," Nelson said. "Do you have a program?"

"We don't have this kind of creativity," Andre smiled, "I think it is very similar to some kind of magic or tactics you have used to deprive vision, but perhaps only Nature or God can do it."

"Among these people, there are also some difficult opponents." Nelson didn't ask further, and then commented on the wizards at his feet. "If you attack directly, I think Nurmengard will think that they are difficult to deal with."

"Don't you know? This is a proposal passed by the International Federation of Wizards last June... That's right, you were being imprisoned by those people at that time. It's normal if you don't know," Andre understood, "Egyptian The representative proposed to find a land of no man's land to deport criminals who were not easy to deal with in their own country, and the place he proposed at first was Australia."

"Leave the kangaroo and platypus alone."

"The representative of Australia also said the same thing. Although they are a country founded by exiled prisoners from the British Muggle government, there has also been a Ministry of Magic in recent years," Andre laughed. "Later, someone made a suggestion , Throw them to Prussia, so that they can be used to clamp Nurmengard, the effect is very good, you see, I have been an honest salesman for almost a year."

"It seems that everyone agrees with the principle of using magic to defeat magic."

"At least it's like this on paper. I have to say that this is indeed an amazing strategy. Nurmengard can't really fight Prussia," Andre shrugged, "If the Saints curl up When we went to Nurmengard, they did what they wanted. We can only choose to cultivate agents to influence and even control here, but some people don’t want to see us like this. They want to completely detonate the explosive kegs, so we When making a plan to get a time-turner from you, a gray wizard who is good at making infernal corpses - Bojin Burk was inserted. They know how to provoke you, they fear you when you are angry, and they covet your angry Destructive power...you know the rest of it."

"You are frank..."

"Everyone gets what they need, isn't it?" Andre asked back, "You are not angry because of this. We cooperate with your plan to avenge your friends. It just so happens that we need some volunteers."

Nelson's face was once again illuminated in black and white by lightning, followed by thunder, and there were several more silent corpses on the street.

"I'm not bad at tactics, are I? I remember that time in Poland, you subscribed to a lot of newspapers covering the war, and besides telling Zweig jokes that the rest of us couldn't understand, you also I like to talk about the outstanding commanders in that war and their outstanding achievements, just like playing wizard chess, although your chess stinks," Barry leaned against the railing, his pupils lit up by the lightning that pierced the sky from time to time, he Looking at the fight under his feet, he teased, "If you are the commander, do they still have a chance of surviving the dead end?"

"It depends on whether you want to capture them or destroy them."

Nelson squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the street. The dementors were like a thick wall, not advancing at all, but they couldn't allow the wizards of Berlin to approach them. As Barry said, this is a dead end. I don't know How many dementors are blocked in the north depends on the size of the team, and it will be even larger. If Andre really finds a way to instigate the entire dementors in Azkaban, their defense line will form a pocket Even without the group of mysterious people who were still watching from outside the battlefield, they were enough to surround the street, leaving only an escape route to the south, and the south was Nurmengard.

"I just want to know if my battle plan is perfect."

"As long as they are willing to fight in groups, under my command, this group of brainless things is nothing worth mentioning." Nelson's words are full of strong self-confidence, the same battle situation, similar terrain, similar weather, in history. I don't know how many times it appeared in the battle, "Dementors? Even if I am alone, they will be as vulnerable as the Maginot Line."

"Okay, okay, I know you have a way of fighting dementors, but unfortunately, Nelson, you are not alone, you need to charge with them," Barry said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Almost all wizards in Berlin It’s like this, Nelson, I don’t know if you still have the idea to save them, but I have to say, this group of people is hopeless—they would rather use the dead bodies of their companions as a shield to rush alone Get out, even if you tell them they have to muster their forces, they'll beat their own pussies... If they're all mindless ghouls or sacks in a car, I'm sure you can get them out, but alas, Each of them has a brain that will manipulate them to stab you at any time."

"Actually, this is the reason why I hate black magic. Of course, the harm of hair loss is also one aspect."

"Black magic is the most hierarchical cage in the world. When they gain power and life by praying to Haierbo, their ego has become incomplete, and they have already put on shackles. The stronger person can always control everything , Just like dementors can easily wipe out any wizard who indulges in it, they have personally abandoned the side of human nature that can fight dementors, do you understand? Nelson!"

"What did you just say?" Nelson squinted at Barry beside him. The lightning lit up the sky again, and a green light flashed past. He blinked. It seemed to be the illusion of the reflection of the tattoo on Barry's face, "to Who prays?"

"I learned a part of the obliterated history through translation, Nelson," Andre stepped forward and stood beside Nelson, and the three of them leaned side by side on the railing, "Just like all streams have their source, a lot of black magic... …No, all black magic except for some insignificant little curses comes from this despicable Haierbo. This is what we used to say when translating spells. Of course, since you killed him, let It’s not impossible for us to change our words and look forward to you.”

"boom!"

The thunder was long overdue.