My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson Wertling..."

The old wizard was already very tired, so tired that he even called Nelson's name intermittently. He felt that his struggle at the moment was like fighting a fire. Nelson didn't block apparation like the International Federation of Wizards did before. , with the passage of time, more and more wizards joined the battlefield, the scale of this war is constantly expanding, has been detached from the violent machine of the Auror, and will be more and more against the unknown Muggles Fear-filled wizards dragged into battle.

He shouted with a hoarse throat: "...Williams!"

But the surroundings were full of headache-shattering screams, and his voice was crushed before it even reached Nelson. Facing the unknown future, people were unwilling to be locked in by fear, and put their emotions completely on Nelson. Out of uncontrollable anger.

The employees of the Ministry of Magic, the vendors in the Magic Street, and even the employees who have just got off work in the magic factory, even though they are used to the coexistence of Muggles and wizards to a certain extent, still instinctively have a strong aversion to Nelson's just exposed proposition, just As Grindelwald once said to Nelson many years ago - "People will not resist you giving him useless things, but they will object to you giving this thing to others."

The crowded streets could no longer hold wizards, muggles, or necromancers. The old wizard stood opposite Nelson surrounded by the crowd. He had already lost control of the battle situation, but he believed that he was using his wand to point Looking at himself, Nelson must have been in the same embarrassment. Those Muggles wielding ridiculous metal wands reminded him of a baboon who only imitated a human hoe, but could only keep tapping the dirt with a stick.

He never thought that this simple arrest would actually develop into a war of this scale. Seeing a person who fell under the light of the curse, the old wizard closed his eyes in pain, and he gathered all the people he could muster Power, but what if the war is lost? What if magic-stealing Muggles were raiding the empty Ministry of Magic of various countries? It was a bottle of highly poisonous potion, but his thirsty throat kept driving him to reach out to pick it up and down it in one gulp.

"It's a mess, it's a mess..."

He shook his head, the night wind mixed with the smell of blood made his sweaty forehead feel a little cool, he felt more awake, the surge in the number of Aurors who were controlled by Tom's magic and were suspicious of each other dispersed, only Being able to fight on their own made Tom's non-existent magic much less harmful. This may be the only good news right now.

"As long as you catch him, it's over..."

He is still aware of the deepest crux of tonight's incident. Muggles have only known the existence of wizards for only a year, and they will definitely not produce a character who is awakened enough to compete with wizards. Sha's Muggle will collapse from within, and as for what happens next... Now he just wants to quickly end tonight's melee, and then find a reason to resign and retire.

The old wizard raised his wand, blocked a spell that was aimed at him, opened his mouth again, and called to Nelson, "Nelson Wertling Williams!"

Between the two may be the only vacant street in Berlin tonight. Whether it is the Auror who was shocked by Nelson, or the other combatants who witnessed everything through the water curtain, they consciously set aside Nelson to Moody. The area in between, by the way, let out the old wizard who was in the middle.

His voice was no longer low this time, but resounded loudly from the water curtain that became clear again.

"Not long ago you told me that what you did was for the future of this world, but you refused to save your friend? You brought him to Berlin yourself!"

Nelson didn't respond to his provocation. He just waved his wand indifferently, and the mayflies carrying the instructions flew up and down, sending his orders to the mayflies who were building fortifications.

"If you choose to give up him, then who can guarantee that your cold soul will not make you choose to give up the less important Muggles the next time there is a choice?" The old wizard held his wand against his chest and tried his best to Gongxin, "But would you choose to delay the battle and risk the lives of more people? You can't take care of everyone, just as frivolous and boring as your ridiculous claims! You are just a high-sounding selfish careerist, you never consider Apart from your ambition, you have lived and died in the same line as your father-killer and enemy, and you are the most dangerous Dark Lord!"

"The Dark Lord..."

"Kill the Dark Lord!"

"We can't let him poison the wizard anymore!"

Organized and disciplined slogans came from the array of the International Federation of Wizards, and gradually became louder. It seems that the louder the voice, the world will become more distinct. It seems that the louder the slogan, the iron hat of the "Dark Lord" will be It cannot be removed from Nelson.

When the title of "Dark Lord" was firmly slammed on Nelson's head, no one didn't think it was an ironic joke, leaving aside the fierce fire stolen from Grindelwald in the furnace in Alexander's chest, Nelson was perhaps the only wizard present who did not use the Dark Arts.

"Dark Lord?"

Nelson suddenly looked away from the flying mayfly, storms accumulated in his clear blue eyes, he met the eyes of the old wizard, the corners of his mouth raised without a smile, "You really want to see... the Dark Lord means?"

"Yes, I can't wait." The old wizard showed a cruel and decisive smile, "I look forward to seeing your true face, your biggest mistake is choosing to use this damn water curtain to broadcast your wonderful performance to the world, Your biggest mistake is to let those who believe in you come to help... They will see your cruel and terrifying real side, and they will understand that you are an unscrupulous monster who betrayed wizards and used Muggles, you He thinks he's superior, he's supercilious—"

"enough!"

The man restrained by the two Aurors broke free and shot one of the Aurors in the thigh. The old wizard's words were interrupted by a loud voice. He dodged to Nelson's side with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Don't be pissed off by him, he wants to destroy your image with his life and tear your fans apart from the inside... I'll help you get those two kids out," Ivy Darwin's voice over Nelson's There was a sound in his ear, "I can see that he has a will to die, but nothing of yours is worth exchanging for his worthless old life, let me come, I am not a Muggle, nor a wizard, my behavior and Your affairs have nothing to do with you, you do what you should do, it doesn't matter if I die, you know, my dream is to die happily."

"Thank you, Ivy," Nelson opened his palm and quickly pushed it towards Ivy's side. A mayfly that happened to fly by quickly transformed and blocked the Auror who was shot back. He shook his head and said, "He's right, I brought Moody here, and I should have brought him back exactly as he was."

"Are you stupid? That's what he wants to see."

"It doesn't matter what he wants to see, the important thing is what the world wants to see, what I want to see," Nelson's eyes showed the outline of the runes in Alexander's one-eyed eyes, which made the old wizard suddenly have a feeling of being peeped "I don't pay attention to what he said. I have been analyzing his magic just now. He linked his life with Moody. If I kill him, I will be a person who ignores the lives of my companions." The devil, but if I go directly to save Moody, he can also smear me with death and make my rescue basket empty."

"That's despicable... and really determined."

Ivy bit his lip. Seeing that Nelson was determined, he didn't say any more. He rushed into the crowd and helped Nagini, who was under attack, block a fatal spell.

"There's trouble over there at Nelson, we need to clean up quicker."

Nagini has been trying to free Credence, the Obscure who left a deep impression on many people twenty years ago, which also prompted the addition of suppressing the Obscure to the Auror's professional skills. The huge black shadow writhed and struggled in the air, and the most powerful force of the Nelson camp was restrained by more than a dozen Aurors. The dense golden hinges were protruding from the Auror staff that surrounded Credence, holding it tightly. Tightly intertwined, the reason belonging to Credence in Moran's eyes was being swallowed up by the destructive instinct, which made the anxious Nagini almost fall into the trap.

"Hurry up?" Blood of unknown origin slid down her delicate face, her drenched black hair stuck to her scalp, snake scales appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes turned into bright orange vertical pupils, anxiously Her tone also became rude, "It's almost too much to fight, so how about cleaning it faster?"

The gap between real wizards and "fake wizards" is vividly reflected in this kind of melee. Nelson still lacks too much time. The Muggles who rushed in can't even understand missionaries. What about counterbalance? Even if the number is superior, even with the help of a considerable number of real wizards, the area they occupy will be quickly eroded by Aurors as one person falls.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind and icy air hit the area where the few people were. The Auror who locked Credence froze, and was swallowed up by the tide of black smoke in the next second, serving as a golden hinge. As if frozen and brittle, Tom's figure emerged from the black smoke, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed behind every Auror, and silently let out a shocking roar, which made everyone who could hear the sound All the participants froze for a moment, and then, the huge body twisted, and the hinges bound to the body were broken bit by bit, and they exploded and scattered around, and the maintenance of losing magic power in the air slowly disappeared.

The black smoke cleared, and Tom stood between Ivy and Nagini, carrying the fallen Credence.

"Take care of him," Tom pushed Credence into Nagini's arms, there was no sign of fatigue on his face, only the rising and falling chest revealed his unsustainable exhaustion in wandering and fierce battles, " There are still a few troublesome characters, I will solve them, you must hold on."

"Doesn't Williams have a group of men who are very capable of fighting?" Ivy grabbed Tom's sleeve and asked, "Where are they? I have fought a battle, and let me tell you, it is no longer the kind of hiding and tucking It's time to keep your hole cards stupid."

"Those people..." Tom said after a moment of silence, "Most of them are crappy wizards, and they are maintaining the connections and water curtains of the centers around the world, but there are some powerful fighters."

"Where are they?"

"Before the Aurors of the International Federation of Wizards gathered, the Muggle garrison they protected was attacked, and the number was about five times their number," Tom raised his chin to the ice penguin lit up by the cursed light on the outskirts, " They dragged all those Aurors there, or we'd be in a much harder place now."

Credence understood what "holding" meant, and his expression became solemn, but the problem at hand could not be ignored by them. As the battle continued, the International Federation of Wizards had become more proficient in cooperating, and they Sticking to a semi-circular battle line, they surrounded the Nelson camp that could only be teleported to the center of the battlefield through the center, consuming their strength, while the real killing move was at the rear.

People can no longer tell the difference between justice and evil, because behind them, there is a pile of corpses approaching the battlefield with heavy steps, leaving rotten and smelly footprints made up of human figures.

Germany has brought the flames of war to the whole of Europe in the past few decades. Under its capital, there are countless dead bodies from nowhere. Berlin has just fallen an unprecedentedly powerful Silent , and silently awakened the "dead souls" born from obsession in this sinful land in the battle with Alexander.

Borgin Bock's heart is full of joy, isn't today his lucky day? These fresh corpses, these lost dementors, these scattered magic power full of resentment, are these huge wreckages left silently by the goddess of fate specially prepared for him? Ordinary wizards may not be able to do anything, but what he is best at is creating ghosts, and the eyes made from the magic book that is said to be handed down by the despicable Hai Erbo can fully utilize the power that other wizards can't avoid.

He felt that his old body had become younger, and these treasures thrown on the ground were just right for him to use as if arranged by fate. He learned from Nelson to let the corpses crawl on each other, forming a more ferocious giant. He also imitated Nelson's style, using unusable bones to build a throne of bones on top of the giant's head, and he who sat on the top is today's protagonist!

"As long as I get the resurrection stone... I can harvest perfection."

But the dream was soon shattered by Alexander's punch, and Bojin Burke woke up from his imagination, and manipulated the ghost under his seat to rush towards Alexander.

"Damn it..." Tom turned his head, looked at the monster that thought he was invincible, and at Bokin Burke sitting on top of it, imitating him, and handed a picture album to Credence, "Help me deal with it Just look at the people on pages seven to twelfth, and I'll kill that old thing."

Tom's figure turned into a larger and larger cloud of black smoke and rushed towards the group of corpses. Behind him, Nelson, who threw a pair of gloves on the old wizard's face, was holding up his wand and walking at almost the same pace as Tom , running counter to him.