My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"End it, Alexander."

The last ray of the sun fell on the mountain, and as soon as Nelson's words fell, Alexander's single eye shot out a fiery light that could pierce any night and fog, hanging high in the silver rain covering the sky, like an unyielding sun .

Its huge body slowly walked out of the silver rain. Although it had a skeleton similar to that of a human being, the body and armor attached to it were still in the style of steel and blunt. The metal armor covering the whole body could not see the color. Looking at it, it looks like the copper-colored skirts of warriors in ancient times, but if you change the angle, you can see the silver light that is smoother than the mirror surface. Take two steps back, and the silver armor is wrapped in gold, like a king who is personally conquered , it seems to exist in the turbulent flow of time that is changing disorderly all the time, no matter what era people see it, they can see at first glance that it is an invincible warrior.

The gazes staring at it almost fell into a kind of instinctive fascination, its beauty is almost natural - the structure of the upper body presents more exaggerated lines than a few hours ago, the arms reaching the ground are connected with sharp shoulders The fortress soaring to the sky is like two towers that reach the sky, almost occupying the entire inner city. The shoulder width is quickly tightened at the waist, making its torso look like an inverted triangle that can no longer be standard. It is used for walking Compared with Kong Wu's torso, the legs are a bit weaker, but the overall structure does not appear disharmonious because of this, as if such a huge giant should grow up like this, even if it does, its movements only look slow .

In the eyes of the onlookers in the distance, Alexander's body is covered with a layer of looming fog, and every movement of it is accompanied by frame-like flickering, and the brain can't even complete its coherent and complete movement. "Walk" came to Mo Ranran, who flew two blocks away due to the impact. When I thought about it again, not only could I not imagine its walking gait, but even its appearance in memory became blurred.

Half of its body sometimes presents a glass-like transparent texture, and the complex, criss-crossing mechanical structure that resembles the internal organs of a human body is operating regularly, and the pipelines gushing gas or the exposed iron rods are no longer visible. Even the previously impressive runes were gone. If it wasn't for the magic-specific glow that flashed from time to time, the wizards would even think that this was a creation developed by Muggles using their technology.

An expert looking at the doorway, Dumbledore, who has not fallen at all and has witnessed everything, stares at the part of Alexander's skeleton exposed from the transparent deck. surface, they are more solid and arranged more reasonably.

What he didn't expect was that the magic power belonging to Nelson would not govern Alexander's whole body as before, but would only serve as a support for its core. Its current body is completely composed of those seemingly simple mayflies. Can you take on such a behemoth? Dumbledore was a little skeptical, but for now, Nelson's set of fragmented theories seemed to be realized.

He didn't expect this situation. Regarding Alexander's investigation, he is no less than any wizard in the world. He even dismantled a single mayfly on purpose, trying to figure out why Nelson manipulated a large number of individuals. What, but their ignorant intelligence seems unable to understand the advanced tactics of more than a few words. Dumbledore recalled the scene where Nelson controlled the mayfly to fight. Why are those seemingly endless gadgets so flexible in his hands?

After carefully observing Alexander's internal structure and combination process, he couldn't help laughing. Nelson deceived everyone in an almost blatant way—most mayflies do have simple intelligence, and the cores they make themselves are also It didn't give them the ability to be smart, but it was enough. Dumbledore remembered the tactics of muskets when they first appeared on the European continent. Three rows of soldiers stepped forward to design in turn, creating an endless barrage effect. And the mayfly's tactics are so simple, but their number is too large, and no one would think of marking them separately when fighting Nelson, which constitutes the illusion that every mass-produced mayfly has infinite deformation forms .

He remembered the magic factory he had visited. Everyone was doing repetitive work in their own positions, but after each process, a complex magic tool was born.

Under the gaze of the people, Alexander appeared in front of the half-squirming Moran. His towering one-eyed stared down indifferently at the monsters that spread like a lake. The hand that was almost on the ground was slowly raised and then slowly lowered. , as if anticipating the silent action, the gas port on the arm opened, and countless rays of light bend flexibly in the air after being refracted by the silver rain, lighting up the twilight Berlin like a goddess scattering flowers.

The next moment, the sharp and scorching spear completely sealed off all the escape routes chosen by Mo Ran, turning this terrifying monster into a trapped beast in a cage.

...

"Should we eliminate those dark wizards first or control those Muggles?"

A serious inquiry sounded in the quiet conference room of the International Federation of Wizards, "Or should we give priority to—"

"Anyone know why those muggles can use magic?"

The headed old wizard has a stern expression, but the shaking pupils reveal his inner unrest. The order of the millennium is collapsing. Seeing the most terrifying silence in history, seeing a wizard create an army of steel, Seeing Alexander who is like a miracle, or even seeing a wizard who chooses to betray his identity to help Muggles is not enough to leave an expression on his face that has experienced too much wind and rain, but at this moment he is really panicked, Muggles Insulation against magic has been an iron rule since ancient times. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when there were billions of wizards in this world.

Will the world be destroyed by magic? Will the proliferation of magic cause natural and man-made disasters... and last but not least - can the rare wizards maintain their transcendent status?

There was silence in the meeting room, no one knew the answer to this question, one after another figures disappeared, and after a while, they returned to the crowd with astonished expressions.

Before the old wizard could speak, they began to explain one sentence after another.

"That thing seems to be an invention of Nelson Williams. It first appeared in Boston, where the scandal broke out in the United States a few years ago in Second Salem."

"It's called 'Preacher', and it was originally a spell storage device made to help people avoid black wizards. It can store the released spells in a similar way to flashback spells, and use specific keys to activate them when needed. .”

"He didn't hide it at all! I just found out that he even registered two appearance patents with the British Muggle government and the British Ministry of Magic! And on the day the International Federation of Wizards was founded, he submitted a filing to us! Damn , At that time, he was still under the review period supervised by Dumbledore, atoning for what he did at the Wizard World Fair... This is a blatant provocation!"

"But this seems to be a procedure strictly in accordance with the charter."

"That's why this is provocation...Damn it, he doesn't have the consciousness of being a wizard at all, he's tarnishing his magic power and bloodline!"

"I warn you not to say such things. Whatever he did, he is the son of Mergan Wertning, and his blood should not be the object of your accusations."

"Okay," the fierce-talking wizard looked at the lady who finally arrived, nodded and said, "I used to think that he was an ambitious man who was more disciplined than Grindelwald, and wanted to gain a place among us." , now it seems that what he is planning is the whole world, and the poor Muggles are being played by him as a tool in his hands—”

"Wait a minute," someone interrupted his speech, "I have his patent document in hand, I noticed that this thing has passed our approval, when did it happen?"

"Did you forget the first meeting?" The man with a good memory said quietly, "It was the meeting where he was interrogated in chains. He said that besides the magic factories controlled by him, he had one more thing. Special gift for us."

"Is this the one?" the questioner continued, "but I don't remember him saying it's for Muggles."

"He didn't say, let's see what is written in the patent," the respondent took out a photocopy that was exactly like him, and read, "A defensive item for those who are not good at duels, and we are actually already in the wizard I saw this thing at the World Expo. When the Muggles were fleeing, a few Muggles used this thing to resist our people for a few minutes. I remember that they should be survivors of the Second Salem incident. "

"How did no one notice this thing back then?"

"It only appeared for a few minutes, and it didn't show much except for the Iron Armor Curse and other small spells. It's not at the level of fighting the black wizard now." The voice of the person who read the patent was low, "I thought it was It’s just like the amulets we can buy, the Iron Armor Curse can be cast at critical moments, and even the secrecy law was torn up at that time, who can care about such a trivial matter.”

"What about after? But what about after? Did no one notice after that?"

"Didn't you notice it too?"

"I have something to-"

"Who's okay?" Another Egyptian wizard joined the quarrel, "From that day on, the group of saints under Grindelwald ran around like crazy, they didn't know what they were doing, just ask 'Trade', our energies are so absorbed by them that we don't even notice that a poisonous fruit is taking root and sprouting right under our noses... what's more, I think some of us are deliberately covering this thing up, we are not monolithic."

"who is it!"

The topic of the wizards quickly shifted from the dark wizards in Berlin to Nelson's "missionaries". As a group of senior and famous wizards, they are very clear about the priorities of the matter. The black wizards who can be eliminated at any time even if they have Green The powerful strength and power of Devore is only a matter within the wizard, and sharing magic power with Muggles is absolutely intolerable.

"It seems that there is a traitor between us." When the quarrel intensified, the old wizard waved his wand, and the noisy voice in the room disappeared, replaced by his hoarse and old voice, "The top priority now is to deal with the current crisis. And the first really big thing that happened to us since the founding of the International Federation of Wizards... Muggles using wands, it's just nonsense... Compared to that, the Law of Secrecy is nothing compared to it, we're here, and they just happen to be caught in It’s hard not to feel like fate has given us a chance to make amends for our hard-fought fight and being alone.”

He coughed and said loudly: "As for other things, let's talk about it after we extinguish the flame that shouldn't exist. I believe some people are just confused for a while, and don't know what promise you have received, but what I want to say Yes, if the exclusive status of wizards to master magic is gone, what advantage do you have over Muggles who can give birth like piggies?"

He put down his wand, and the voices in the room began again.

"By the way, where is Dumbledore?" Someone asked suddenly, and then slapped his head and shouted, "It must be him, he must be protecting Williams, no wonder he hasn't moved at all so far, I— "

"Shut up!" The old wizard raised his arm, and the shouting wizard was hit by an inexplicable force and flew backwards, almost stuck in the wall clock on the wall of the meeting room. He lowered his voice and warned, "In this At such a time, you still have to make unwarranted accusations against innocent people. What are you so worried about? Even if Albus really has other ideas, as long as the crisis is resolved, all the faults related to this matter will be forgotten. Now it is not you When we form gangs, we are facing a disaster that may destroy wizards!"

There was silence in the meeting room, and a few seemingly indifferent people seemed particularly glaring.

"So, did you go and tear down that big guy?"

The well-manicured nails pointed out the window, and people happened to witness the silver light erupting from Alexander's chest, completely engulfing the silence scattered like a lake, so the night became brighter than the day. He looked at the old wizard who was a little stiff.

"Contact me Borgin Bock," the old wizard said when everyone's eyes turned blank, "It's time for him to play a role, and Grindelwald, I know his philosophy, He must not want to see his disciple become a clown who betrayed his blood."

"..."

"By the way, did Williams bring the wizard in the upstairs ward?" After a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "Go and gather people, take that wizard, and we will set off in the dark."