My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

I love to kill.

I don't mean ripping out the throats of my enemies, listening to their wailing, letting their dirty blood splatter on my unclean robes... tedious killing.

I like to watch my prey kill each other. They will attack the weaknesses of the same kind in a way that is so efficient that I can't believe it. This kind of merciless cruelty is more decisive than when fighting against alien races, even in my memory In the long period of time when they fought against human beings, their methods of dealing with us were not even as good as dealing with the same kind.

I like to float quietly by the side, like a god of death, waiting to harvest the souls of both sides of the death struggle.

That kind of despair and fear is the most wonderful taste in the world. Believe me, people who fall are afraid of death, which sets off the sweetness of the fear of standing people. Everyone says we like to suck people Happy, I want to correct you, don't you pick out the dirty things and rotten vegetable leaves from the ingredients when you cook?

I have been wandering for a long time in the prison that humans use to imprison their own kind. Since the day it was created, delicious despair has never left my recipes, and I have not even asked for leave. The food that has become a prisoner At first, he would be arrogant, or show off his family affairs, or show off his fierce reputation, or tell those wizards who cooperate with us that they are innocent, but no matter what they say, it is useless. The fear is from this moment It was brewing.

Like pickles... oh! How do I know what a pickle is? What is that?

They will quickly adapt to the reality that they are in prison and start to feel sorry for themselves. At this time, their fear is negative. Even if we try our best to lower the temperature, it is difficult to change the fact that the food is rotten and smelly, but please be patient , after going through this not-so-long period of pain, their taste will be improved by leaps and bounds.

Fortunately, we have enough time to wait.

Usually at this time, the guys who don't belong to our dinner plate will be taken away, and those who stay will accept their true fate. At this time, they will realize the despair and fear that have secretly sprouted in their hearts. Losing life, losing glory, losing traces of living in the past society - what is the significance of these things? I don't know, maybe it's like putting some yeast powder in pickles to add color and taste.

They will start to weigh life and torture and fall into struggle, but the dark cell will make their fears inflate more and more. At this time, we will find an opportunity to go around in front of them to deepen our impression. vegetable.

They will soon become depressed, and then, rage and uncontrollable, self-mutilation in a way that they think they can get out of trouble, this is just desperate self-abandonment, and the jailers will tell them that they have been abandoned by their families. At that time, it is Our chance to enjoy a good meal.

And now, in front of us is a big meal.

Do you think that madness is not despair? Do you think those bloodthirsty lunatics hide a fearless heart in their trembling bodies? No, you are very wrong, they are terrified to death, fear may make people shrink, but extreme despair will bring madness.

Smell, isn't this kind of madness extremely delicious? Every time one of them falls, Xianmei will increase a level.

How to make despair ferment more delicious? Of course, a little condiment is needed.

What's that thing called? Hope, ah yes... what a disgusting word.

You see, there is light in their hearts, which keeps the expectation of life crowding out a small part of their hearts, and they are still looking for some elusive, survival chance, but the fear is growing, which will make them Their souls are fatter and deeper, and when they fall into true despair, it will be a feast like we have never seen... Maybe we have enjoyed a similar feast when we were born.

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The dementors were like an impenetrable wall, clinging to the ground and slowly moving forward, the wizards who were still standing on the street no longer needed them to leave as much space as they did at the beginning.

They have no thinking, only instinct, and maybe some guys who have lived a long time have unique insights into food.

One of the dementors scanned the street filled with fallen wizards. The cloudy eyes under the black robe slowly lifted up, and noticed the people on the top of the church bell tower in the distance. Their vision would not be affected by the thunderstorm. The sky is affected, because they can only perceive the soul, and it is not clear whether there are eyes under the black robe.

"One...two?"

It seems that there are two of the same kind standing on the top of the bell tower. Are they like-minded people? They actually chose to observe their food at such a close distance, and even caught one to play with themselves.

No, they are not of the same kind, they are human beings, but one of them has magic similar to the spell that created them, while the other, the soul is shrouded in negative emotions that are so huge that it is difficult to look directly at them, those evils are so pure, as if human instinct Ordinary, but extremely evil, as if countless people were crowded together.

And the "food" they took to the top of the bell tower was the one who liberated them with the master's magic not long ago.

Looking at these three special guys, the dementor's thinking was a bit overloaded, it froze in place, disrupting the frequency of the dementors' robes swinging.

Those three people were Barry who was temporarily freed by using Haierbo's magic to control slaves, Nelson who was using the power of Peeves to penetrate people's hearts, and Grindelwald who went to Azka himself when he visited the British Ministry of Magic and dragged Nelson Ben summons Andre of the Dementors.

"Did you get the feeling a dementor was watching us?"

Nelson turned his head and looked towards the dark end of the street. The dementor was raising its pale and rotten withered hand, and lifted its hood. A pair of dark eyes and a pair of empty pupils, the eyes of the dementor met in the air. The monster actually made an action that was contrary to the nature of frenzy, perhaps because a stronger instinct controlled it—it fastened the brim of its hat and lowered its head.

Nelson used the mayfly to observe this scene with great interest. To the dementors, a mayfly with only weak magic power does not exist in their eyes, and they can even stick to their faces to observe.

The team of dementors became commotion because of the reaction of this special dementor. They even smelled the mouth-watering aroma from their own kind. Before the blink of an eye, the same kind behind the dementor swarm.

The sky was lit up by lightning again, and the black walls made up of dementors were still in order, but they were one step closer. This small difference in position caused even more fear among the dark wizards on the street, and Borgin Burke's mansion was already dilapidated. Almost all the walls facing the street were dug open, and the opened floor still maintained its original magnificent furnishings, but the lights had all been extinguished.

The decorations on the table were scattered all over the floor, tables and chairs stained red with blood can be seen everywhere, and there are countless wizards lying on the ground, some of them can be seen as helpers hired by Borgin Bock, but more of them broke the door As for the intruders who entered, most of them fell in the sneak attack between each other.

On the entire first floor, there was no living person left. Explosions could be heard from the banquet hall upstairs from time to time, but it was hard to see what was going on inside from the bricked windows outside. On the stairs on the first floor, a lying down The wizard twitched unconsciously, and then he was completely knocked down by the spell from the outside world.

This spell was like a starting gun that commanded the start of the battle. In an instant, colorful spells poured out from all directions. Even the three of Nelson retreated into the clock tower to avoid the sharp edge. These black wizards no longer chose to kill with one blow. When this kind of dementor is approaching and Borgin Bock is right in front of them, they have pulled out their unique skills at the bottom of the box, taking advantage of the short daylight, frantically facing the person who found the position in the last lightning Competitors attack.

But unlike Barry Andre, who was watching the battle on the street with relish, Nelson's attention was attracted by the uninvited guests outside the street. Those who approached the street step by step with their legs showed a completely different discipline from wizards. Three or three formed a group, and the groups were connected with each other, and completed a seemingly loose but tight encirclement on the outside only one street away. They are unaware of their existence, and the communication between them even only uses gestures, and even the shoes are unique, ensuring that there is no sound at all.

Nelson frowned. In his opinion, this group of people didn't look like wizards at all. He could even see the muzzles of some people's guns protruding from under their cloaks.

Muggles? What are they up to? What can they do? Could it be that the people of Prussia have come to take back their homeland?

Nelson wanted to use the Muggle Repelling Curse to drive them away from the battlefield. If they want to restore the country, they only need to wait for the cannibalism here to end. In a wizard's war, only the first shot of a Muggle gun will have an effect , the rest are only sacrifices.

But what they did next made Nelson stop the spell.

One of them stood up and attracted the attention of everyone on the street. The light of the Illuminating Charm lit up on the tip of her staff, illuminating her still delicate but dust-stained face. Undoubtedly, it will attract the disaster of killing and killing, but here, it will only attract pious and firm eyes.

Jocunda Sykes.

The woman Nelson tried to stay away from because he was afraid of being chased and called Dad actually appeared in Berlin. Nelson raised his eyebrows slowly. He had tried his best to block the news about Jo Kunda because of the guilt of the evil prank. , he even forgot about her after hearing that she had visited the Memorial Park at the original site of Second Salem.

Noticing Nelson's movements, Barry tiptoed across the clock tower to his side, looked at the orderly line at his feet, and teased: "I knew it, you would never come alone."

Nelson ignored him, and his expression became more and more strange. He now had ten thousand reasons to believe that this team of Muggles was going to kill the Prussian wizards on the other side of the street.

"I remember this man, Jokunda Sykes."

"Have you investigated her?" Nelson turned his head and asked, "What has she been doing lately?"

"I know her not because I investigated her, but we had a rally on the east coast of the United States a few years ago, and this woman fell from the sky on a broomstick, and it happened to fall on Queenie Gold, who hadn't left yet. At the feet of Stein, she... uh... was not in such a good shape at that time. She swore that she flew from England on a broom. Who would believe this kind of nonsense, but Queenie said she said It's all true, we thought she was soft-hearted, so we erased the memory of this Miss Sykes and threw her into the sea," Barry shrugged, "until a few years later when I published a book called "Wizards Over the Past Hundred Years" I saw a picture of her in the stall book of "The Best", the first witch to cross the Atlantic Ocean on a broomstick, hey, good guy!"

"I know what she did," Andre, who noticed that they had left him behind, came over dissatisfied, glanced at the street, and said, "The badges on the people around her are the ones that have become popular in the United States in recent years." It is said that in the summer two years ago, some Muggles witnessed the coming of the sun god in the sky of Boston, and later developed into a sect advocating the sun. extreme."

"Then what?"

"When I was looking for a way for you to accumulate magic power, I found out that Sykes restored the magic that no one was optimistic about before, so I turned my target to Jokunda Sykes, the orphan of Dr. Sykes. While looking through the files in Krakow, I noticed a roundup of Jocunda Sykes. It seems that you are one step ahead of me, Nelson. In fact, the main purpose of the Department of Mysteries operation we planned while you were here is not the first. Two time converters, but Sykes restoration," Andre said slowly, "After undergoing corrections on the shores of Lake Ontario, she soon joined the tomb guard at the Second Salem Victims Memorial Park The protection of those Muggles is very special. We can't find her follow-up movements. We only know that she appeared in a certain religious activity in Miami last winter. It was this sect. Now it seems that she should find a way Mastered the sect and trained them, just don't know how effective."

"What Department of Mysteries operation? What the hell?"

"Anyway, if you fail, there is no need to hide it. Your defense is really sophisticated, and you are also very good at making people work for you, Nelson."

"You are really, the most frank criminal I have ever seen!" Nelson raised his forehead, "I have never seen a thief and his master get along like us. Can you steal things with someone else? I really am Unbearable."

"We have always been like this, haven't we?" Andre shrugged, "Although we have different positions, we have always been frank with each other... What is that?!"

Following Andre's exclamation, Nelson and Barry looked at the Muggles on the street. Their formations in groups of three and three echoed each other. If used in a wizard's army, their combat effectiveness would definitely be stronger than that of stragglers. This made An Andre was curious and fearful, but what was even more shocking was the weapons they raised after praying.

It was a production line that had been running secretly because it hadn't had a chance to show it. Nelson gave this power to fate, to Alexander and the stars in the sky to decide where the gifts went, except for the batch allocated to penguins. Most missionaries are a random gift that falls from the sky, but they are like stars, they can attract each other—

In this way, the missionaries formed an unplanned institution under the bloody mouth of Razer piercing the sky.

They half-kneeled on the ground, and the delicately shaped wristbands buckled on their raised arms with a shimmer of magic.

In a daze, Nelson even heard the "click" sound of the bullet being loaded.