My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"grandfather……"

The little boy huddled in the corner, covering his eyes with both hands, but peeked at Tom in front of him with his big fingers.

"I don't have the bad taste of screaming like Gnar..."

Tom waved his wand, and the little green snake climbed up the boy's trousers, entangled his fat trousers, adding a touch of color to this single-colored little man. On the collar of the jacket, he got in and out of his empty pockets, and soon found the boy's open neckline, and ducked in with his head down.

The body under the clothes was as black as the outside, and Tom couldn't even tell whether he had skin or an unwilling phantom. Soon, the little snake squeezed between the clothes and the body suddenly fell, and Tom Frowning, he let out a light sigh.

But this voice of doubt seemed to have changed in Barry's ears. He kicked his trembling legs back vigorously, covered his face with both hands, and repeated in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Grandfather...I'm sorry, Grandfather..."

The doubts in Tom's heart were even worse. He raised his head and passed the broken walls of the building. He saw the silent movement froze in the distance, and the black slime shook off its body like autumn leaves. They sprinkled on the street one after another, and rushed towards this side without even having time to condense the entity. Its huge body twitched silently. If it had a vocal organ, it should be an angry howl at this moment.

It seemed that Tom had indeed found Barry's real body, but this made him even more confused. He looked at the boy in front of him carefully, even though his posture was so vivid, he didn't look like a living person at all—he It is more like a portrait framed into a picture frame, or a prisoner bound in a certain repeated memory.

Tom squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of the boy's head, the silent magic power touched his skin, making a sizzling sound of corrosion, and white smoke rose from the place where the two touched, but Tom didn't seem to be hurt.

With a little force, he pinched the back of the boy's head and raised his head, so that his face was facing him. The boy's big empty eyes had no eyelids or other structures, as if a half-painted painting hadn't had time yet. Adding the line draft of the eyes, there is only muddy white light wandering in the eye sockets, so it is impossible to avoid Tom's sight.

Tom raised his wand, and the scarlet eyes showed great attraction. The white light in the boy's eyes froze for a moment, and then slowly drifted out a wisp, and this wisp brought out more milky white, steamy eyes. Out of breath, Tom raised his eyebrows. He became even more curious about the essence of this little guy. No matter how he looked at it, he was obviously a mass of magic power. Why could he still use Legilimency to get his memory?

Tom let the hazy memory linger on the tip of the wand, and didn't read his thoughts. He was not Nelson's kind of fool who dared to stuff everything into his head just to get to the bottom of it.

The wand pressed against the boy's chest, and the little snake showed slight undulations under the clothes. A red light gushed out from the tip of the wand, shattering the mass of memories. It continued to move forward, piercing through the boy's chest in the blink of an eye , after tearing up the clothes on his chest, it shot out from the boy's back without any hindrance, and a bright hollow appeared in the boy's chest. "The cry of begging for forgiveness was as even as before.

Tom raised his eyebrows, it wasn't his doing - the little snake coiled in the hollow of the boy's chest, bit by bit it searched the odd cavity, Tom had already decided that the boy wasn't really a soul or a whole For those who are still alive, monotonous and repetitive scenes flashed in the extracted memory—except for the intermittent memory of avoiding the punishment of Principal Dippet in different places, the rest of the content was filled with complex magic spells. The chains link together a series of broken memories, and use them as locks to bind together the most tightly sealed past events.

It looks chaotic, but it is inexplicably balanced, like a 100-meter-tall building made of sand, cardboard and building blocks. It will fall down with a kick, but it just stands there, which is confusing.

If it is a spirit body with condensed magic power, then the hole in the chest is worth talking about. Without considering the specific body function, its symbolic meaning is far greater than other uses, especially in this seemingly abnormal body. In complex magical compositions, this void may represent more ritualistic aspects of magic.

The inner wall of the hollow was so smooth that even the sharp fangs of the little snake could not break through its outer wall. Tom stared at the somewhat familiar runes and fell into deep thought.

At the same time, on top of Alexander's head, Jokunda was holding a wand with both hands, squatting in front of Nelson with her back facing Nelson as if holding a sword, the funny thing is, her "holding the sword" movement It's actually the motion of holding a broom.

She stared nervously at the surroundings of the platform. The friction sound of gears rotating, the squeal of compressed gas breaking through the slit, and the sound of lever knocking covered all the surrounding sounds. During the battle, Alexander took care of maintaining Nelson's It is stable, but it does not care about the balance of this unexpected guest. The swaying platform makes Jokunda stagger like drunk. Originally, she also wanted to stand in the "Sleeping Beauty" handsomely like the female knight in fantasy novels. Ahead of her, but unfortunately, the shaky environment eventually knocked her back into a nervous witch with Zama step.

From time to time, black shadows rushed out of Alexander's air holes around her, but every time she was about to intervene, a snake would follow, biting its neck and dragging it back, sometimes with a pair of silver Armor, she couldn't count how many snakes or armors there were, let alone how many black shadows climbed onto the deck. She had some doubts that Tom threw her up to bring those snakes over.

The current situation reminds her of a new type of wizard chess that is very popular recently: the wizard who plays a carrot can place different types and functions of fruits and vegetables in the maze generated by the chessboard to block the enemies driven by the opponent with the ultimate goal of gnawing the carrot, She felt that Nelson was the radish, and she was a star who had suffered a whole game but couldn't beat anyone.

Thinking of this, Jokunda almost laughed out loud, but the violent explosion sound from behind interrupted her imagination.

Tom lowered his head and dodged the sweeping shock wave. When he opened his eyes again and looked behind him, a large part of the high wall that had been silently shaped had collapsed, and a circular hollow was constantly expanding. Dumbledore's familiar figure stood In the very center of the hollow, Tom cast his gaze from a distance, even at such a distance, he felt that he had just met Dumbledore's eyes.

"Dumbledore actually came... No, he should have come."

A black shadow came out from the side of the hole that Dumbledore had opened, but Dumbledore didn't make any other movements. Tom didn't think that Dumbledore would not be able to see something that he could see from such a long distance, but Dumbledore Just so indifferent, as if breaking such a hole had consumed all his magic power, he slowly fell from the air and entered the center of Berlin surrounded by high black walls, his gaze never moving away from the two behemoths fighting, And the black shadow that broke in while taking advantage of the chaos has disappeared.

He pulled himself together and carefully picked up his wand. A cluster of tiny green sparks was burning at the tip of the wand. The sparks slowly passed through the spell filling the memories, and touched a rune used to separate them. superior.

Just like unlocking the buckles connecting the train carriages, the memories that were connected together loosely and changed tracks with the destruction of this rune.

The boy who was immersed in his own world finally had a reaction other than begging for mercy, his expression became terrified, and Mo Ran, who was connected to him in the distance, suddenly went crazy, ignored Alexander's attack, and completely disintegrated his body Open, vowing to completely envelop the giant.

The roaring sound of running wildly came from the black shadows on the street not far away. Tom knew that he had to move faster, and silently stared at him.

Black shadows kept approaching him, and Tom didn't turn his head. He just smashed the chains with his backhand while tearing off the chains one by one. Finally, a piece of pure memory was torn out by him. Poked it with a wand and saw that Barry wanted to go to Hogwarts to study when he was a child, but was rejected by Dippet because "you will only embarrass me with your ineffective appearance". This is not the first time Barry cried Now, he knew how hard-hearted Grandpa was. After crying for a few minutes, Dippet didn't even lift his eyelids. He picked up the letter sent by the owl on the ground, one foot was wearing a slipper, and the other was barefoot on the ground, limping. Rushed back to the bedroom, shutting himself in the small, dark room.

"Tsk..."

Tom shook his head, picked up the ball of memory with his magic wand, and stuffed it into the crystal bottle that he had just taken out. The surrounding blocks that were still intact had already been blasted into disarray by his spell of repelling the shadows, but Tom's The movement was still so relaxed and comfortable, suddenly, his ears trembled, his wrist turned back, and a black light beam that was much stronger than the spells just now rushed towards the direction where he just heard the sound of footsteps.

"I have no hostility, Tom Riddle."

The visitor raised his hands to his ears and let Tom's wand shoot towards his face. The moment he was about to hit his cheek, Tom turned around and raised his wand. With a sharp arc, it rubbed the opponent's scalp and hit the building behind it, splitting the towering house in half from the middle.

The hood of the visitor was also split apart, and the split hat slid down to both sides, revealing a big bronze bald head covered with tattoos. Tom squinted his eyes and looked at him. He had seen this man before, and it seemed to be Nelson's friend, he looked past Tom pointing his wand at him, nailed firmly to the hollow in the black kid's chest.

"Your name is Zweig, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm a friend of Nelson's and a friend of Barry's."

"People from Grindelwald?"

"Yes, but I'm here to take no position."

"It doesn't count if you say it," Tom shook his head, his wand was tilted to the side, and he noticed that Zweig's eyes were looking back, and he said, "If you want to express your sincerity, don't make trouble...By the way In a word, the hole in this guy's chest was not made by me, it's just like this."

"I know, Riddle, Barry is a heartless man."

"..."

Tom hesitated for a long time. If it wasn't because the snake had climbed onto Zweig's neck and he was still calm, he might think that Zweig came here to interrupt. Tom blinked and said, "It's okay not to be so Is it abstract?"

"I'm a healer who graduated from Ilvermorny Goblin Academy. I saw Barry two weeks ago, and I knew he would have such a day in the near future." Zweig clenched his hands tightly and looked sincerely. With light, "He is one of the few friends of mine. I have always wanted to cure him with my own magic and knowledge. Lord Grindelwald listened to Barry's plea to run free, and used black magic to occupy a place for him." It's a physical body, but it also upsets the balance that Armando Dippet created in Barry's body."

"Balance?" Tom thought about the magic chains that were entangled and restrained by each other. They were indeed in balance.

"I heard that Nelson witnessed the death of Armando Dippet. I know he has the habit of summarizing and filing the people and things he encountered, so I took advantage of the Saints to go to the Department of Mysteries to steal time secrets while he was traveling. By chance, I found Dippet's files, and found the information about the secret association he formed with several deviant wizards," Zweig said quickly, "Those people gathered because of some possible goals. At the same time, some people want to resurrect their dead wives, some people want to make Muggle husbands recognized by all wizards... and Dippet wants to make his only grandson who became a silent person because he witnessed the murder of his parents into a normal person. Captured at least double-digit Obscurus, struck a deal with Second Salem, and came up with a bold plan after thorough research."

"Oh?" Tom, who was not worried about Nelson's safety, became interested.

"He learned that Obscurity is a lesion parasitic on the soul of a wizard, and survives by absorbing the spirit and magic power of a wizard. Two very different beings, the later teenager and the oppressed child at home, the child was hidden in the center of Obscurity, and he was transformed by the technology he acquired from Second Salem into a wizard and an obscurity. His broken soul," Zweig said urgently, looking at the boy behind Tom whose expression was gradually sluggish due to the collapse of the chain, "Barry is the heart that was dug out, and his ego survived by parasitizing on this child. This child is silently silent, and Barry's silently is attached to Barry's soul... The three of them are parasitic on each other and have reached a fragile but firm balance. The shadow in Barry's memory, so that Barry loathes his past, preventing the heart that left him from returning to his body."

"..."

Even from the perspective of magic, is this too difficult? Tom really wanted to ask this question, but somehow he felt that Zweig's statement was very convincing.

"Dippet spent his last years looking for a one-and-done solution, but he fell halfway. There was an easy way a long time ago, but his pride would not allow him to do that," Zweig pleaded, "Can you give him to me? I know you have more important things. We all have people who need help. I promise he won't cause trouble for you and Nelson. I swear by my faith."

...

The staggering Jokunda got up from the ground again, and the fierce and silent attack at any cost had already loosened the defense. She had just shot down a monster, but she almost fell.

She was a little numb, and the shoulder of her right hand couldn't make any strength, so she switched her wand to the left and repeated irritably what Andre had just said:

"What can I do... In the silent existence, Nelson can't use the Patronus to wake up by himself."

"Who said that?"

Tom's rhetorical question came from behind.