My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Transfiguration is a compulsory course for every wizard, but no one has ever dared to claim to have fully mastered the true meaning of transfiguration. It is different from any other magic in this world. There are no complicated and awkward spells, no dazzling gestures , without crackling explosions or whistling flames, yet it is far more sophisticated than any known spell.

The spell between reality and reality was blocked by Dumbledore again and again, and there were constantly bunkers rising around Helbo to block his blocking. Under the cover of Dumbledore, Grindelwald's figure frequently disappeared and appeared, from time to time A powerful spell was shot out, and the two surrounded each other, quickly closing the distance with Hai Erbo.

The last grain of silver rain fell, and the rain spreading across the entire planet finally stopped. The stars floating above the cities turned into shooting stars, approaching Berlin in unison.

The moment Nelson opened his eyes, he noticed Hai Erbo's existence. Their eyes met through the fog, the battlefield, life and death, and two thousand years. He stood up, but his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground. Rushing to Zweig's arms on the battlefield, he opened his eyes, and the saints were standing in a row majestically, cleaning the open space around the water curtain to make room for the people pouring out continuously.

Zweig nodded to Nelson, helped him stand up, and handed him over to Tom who came.

"Follow me!"

There was a heart-piercing roar in the distance, and one couldn't help but wonder if the caller had blown out his lungs, "Even if you don't want the future you don't recognize to run over you, at least Protect the present too! That's the despicable Hai Erbo, a dark wizard in ancient Greece, no one wants to return to slavery!"

Nelson looked in the direction of the sound. A familiar man was picking up his clothes with a stick he picked up from nowhere, like Clara Lessing waving a flag in the famous French painting "Liberty Leads the People". Similarly, he raised his magic wand in one hand and waved the "flag" in the other. His bare chest was covered with frostbite, and his cheeks were flushed like the residents of the plateau. Next, the huge ice sculpture penguin standing in the outskirts of the forest is slowly melting, and the clear water flowing from its belly makes it have a soft, elastic and naive belly like a real penguin.

It was Auror Ogden from the British Ministry of Magic. His head poked out from the distant horizon, and a broom sticking to frost was clamped between his legs. Flying, followed by the broom that covered the sky and the sun, and the Auror who was dragged by the penguin in the forest and had no time to participate in the battle. The timing is so good that it is already too late when it comes to the battlefield.

But fortunately, it was not too late. The flag of the International Federation of Wizards fell, but this group of "vital forces" valued by Dumbledore remained intact, and many people rode on brooms and waved wildly My own coat, this is a symptom of hypothermia caused by freezing, but at this moment, they are no different from brand-new flags, one after another, they are thrown into the battlefield of life and death with the common enemy of this era.

"mortal."

Haierbo withdrew his gaze and let out a cold snort from his nose. Under the cover of Dumbledore, Grindelwald's figure had approached him through continuous Apparition. He waved the wand he had just borrowed, and counted The powerful spell hit Haierbo's chest in an instant, and the wand was also deteriorating at an accelerated rate, making an unsustainable scream amidst a burst of sparks.

Hai Erbo lowered his head expressionlessly, Grindelwald's spell passed through his chest, and hit the ground in the distance, leaving deep pits burning with fire everywhere, but the failure of the spell did not Hai Erbo was happy, because it meant that he had not yet returned to the present world. He clenched his fists, gently raised the bone-like wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and stared at Grindelwald's flickering figure, and licked his lips lightly .

"You are also mortals. No matter how many mortals like you come, it will not help you."

Hai Erbo shook his head in disappointment. So far, except for Dumbledore's spell that blocked the arc of light that destroyed the skyscraper city and made him take a second look, no one has made him excited to fight, and he and himself Compared with the era of the 1980s, these modern wizards did not invent magic that is eye-catching. It seems that the development of magic has stagnated since thousands of years ago.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at his chest. The piercing chill brought by the icy morning wind hit his skin through the thin robe, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Generally spread out in all directions, he felt the cramped and suffocating pain squeezed out of the narrow hose, like the birth of a baby, he was breaking away from the prison of death and truly returning to this world.

But then, a silver bell-like collision sounded in the ears of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Haier at the same time, and they noticed at the same time that a chain made of silver cylinders was binding Haier. Bo's wrist stretched into the bottomless mist, even though the mayflies who gave their lives went to death, they remembered the enemy who made their creator suffer so much, and used their last soul to add to him A layer of shackles.

"It looks like you haven't been released from prison yet, Haierbo," Grindelwald's voice suddenly rang in Haierbo's ears, piercing through the air and mist, and reaching the ears of the dark wizard in the gap between the illusion and reality In the middle, the duet is generally harsh, "If you are in such a hurry to escape from prison, be careful to be executed by the warden."

In the next second, Grindelwald's figure appeared behind Haierbo, and the impending collapse of the spell hit Haierbo's back. The real touch made his eyes light up, and he recited the spell silently, and green lightning wrapped in flames spewed out , issued a blast that ripped through the air like a dragon's howl, instantly pierced Haierbo's heart, and shattered his chest cavity that had not yet fully come to this world.

The moment Haierbo turned his wand to fight back, Grindelwald disappeared again.

"Nice apparition, Gellert Grindelwald." In the almost completely exploded chest cavity, the light of purple Fiercefire and Death Curse was crazy and turbulent, Haier's voice became thin and dry after losing his lung lobes Dumb, like the noise of sand rubbing against a city wall, "I can assure you that even the wizard who created Apparition is far less proficient in using it than you."

"Oh? You still remember my name?"

Grindelwald's voice sounded in all directions of Hai Erbo almost at the same time. His extremely fast apparition made it difficult to capture his real position. Hai Erbo was filled with his afterimages in all directions. The ferocious Fierce Flame condensed into bunches of lines that could ignite the air, bursting out almost simultaneously, piercing Haierbo into a hedgehog.

Immediately afterwards, the compressed flames erupted with their temperature at the same time, and even the sound did not escape their scorching, and the surrounding air was forced into a silent vacuum. In the absolute silence, Haierbo turned into a mass of colorless The flames were instantly engulfed by Grindelwald's Fiendfire.

"I can hit him," Grindelwald appeared beside Dumbledore, threw the charred wand into the air and let it fly away, the figure flickered, and a new wand appeared in his hand, "he doesn't like It's good news for us that Nelson can hide in the twilight at any time."

"Your wand—"

"This is the shortcoming of the Time Converter," Grindelwald shrugged, "It is also the only use I have discovered so far, you just think that I can read a long spell in a short time, that's almost the reason .”

"No wonder." Dumbledore held his wand, staring at the fire vigilantly, "Anything else?"

"I used more than 30 kinds of powerful black magic in the attack just now, but the only one that can really hurt him seems to be Fiendfire," Grindelwald shook his head, "I speculate that the spell he created is not It can't cause substantial damage to him. As for Fiendfire, it may have been created earlier than him. It would be great if Nelson was here. I remember that he is good at the history of magic. Maybe it can help us find magic that can cause damage to Haierbo .”

"yes--"

Dumbledore's eyelids jumped wildly, he reached out and pulled Grindelwald down, raised his wand, and a silver shield appeared where Grindelwald's head was just now. On the other side of Bullido, he quickly stood still and raised his wand.

In the next second, the corner of the solid shield disappeared, and the edge was curved. Dumbledore tilted his head, felt a breeze blowing on his face, and his pupils constricted. This shield was not temporarily created by the Transfiguration technique. The product, but the magical props he brought from Hogwarts, which was originally intended to resist Fiendfyre, he realized that everything in a cylindrical area passing by the shield, including the air, was annihilated. The ray of breeze is exactly the flow of the surrounding air when it fills the gap. He looked at Grindelwald from the corner of his eye and said:

"Be careful."

"Of course," Grindelwald didn't seem to care, "I have you behind me, don't I? Oh, by the way, I suggest you try the extended spell of the Patronus Charm. I noticed that when dealing with Hai Erbo, Nelson used This thing is effective every time, in his words, what is it called? Attribute restraint."

Dumbledore twirled his wand thoughtfully.

"Excuse me, it's not polite to slander God in front of God, and the patron saint you mentioned is just a novelty for my servants to show me their hearts," Haierbo's voice gradually weakened. From within the flames, Fiercefire should have spread disorderly, but at this moment it is slowly shrinking, "We are old acquaintances, my great master...Gellert Grindelwald, so of course I remember your humble name , and the impressive humiliation you, a mortal, have brought to me."

"Are you a god? No one who has true believers and teachings says he is a god," Grindelwald said calmly, but his actions were filled with anger, and spells poured down on Haierbo from all directions. He was useless The hand tied with the time converter cast a spell, but the wand also felt pressure from the spell of such a frequency, and cracks appeared, "Such a despicable god? Why does the god remember my name?"

While suppressing, he switched positions, drawing Haierbo's attention to the opposite direction from Dumbledore's.

"Of course," Haierbo's chest was constantly pierced by the spell wrapped in flames, but the black magic that Grindelwald was good at became his nourishment, speeding up the recovery of the chest wound. He raised the bone wand and said softly, "Those who impress me are worthy of leaving their names, you know? When I was respected by the world, there was no such thing as a magic wand, and there was an arrogant person who wanted to challenge me. The arm of magic, this wand called 'Avada' reaps the lives of followers of the delusion he has collected against my authority, so I have mercy and named the most useful spell 'Avada' Desperate', I think your bones could make me Apparate as well."

"Your polite appearance makes me uncomfortable, despicable Haierbo," Grindelwald looked at Haierbo who reappeared in the slowly dissipating flames. Haierbo's clothes were burned by Fiendfire, revealing a torn The chest cavity, and a heart that is beating slowly and covered with long black hairs, the torn skin is being filled with wisps of black mist, Haierbo pulls a cloud of black mist from the air and splits it on his body, in the style of ancient Greece The tunic reappeared, and Grindelwald said seriously, "Your humble appearance of wagging your tail and begging for mercy, looking for your master everywhere has always lingered in my mind and I can't get rid of it."

"There is no nutrition in the dispute of words, even if it is a god, there is no lack of moments when you need to compromise."

Hai Erbo shook his head, the beating hairy heart was sealed by the intact chest cavity, he took a step forward, and felt the down-to-earth solid touch under his feet after more than two thousand years, he took a deep breath of the dirty air, this kind of "living "The feeling made him feel happy physically and mentally.

As a celebration, he raised his chin, let out a mouthful of stale air, emptied his lungs, and took a deep breath. Thousands of meters away, the Aurors who were gathering with the reinforcements felt an irresistible attraction , they hung in the air one by one, their bodies opened uncontrollably, the magic power of their souls escaped from their eye sockets along with the breath of black magic, and gathered together, they were swallowed by the broken poisonous snake that suddenly exploded, and with Dumbledore Haier, who was confronted by Lido and Grindelwald, swelled up as if he was inflated, and returned to his original shape, exuding a terrifying aura. He tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore just like Grindelwald just now .