My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Minerva!"

Isabel stretched out her hand, but missed it. There was nothing beside Nelson, only the knitted sofa cover that Mag sat on wrinkled was slowly rebounding.

"What happened? Mr. McGonagall?" Nelson looked at Robert with a stern expression, "Did something happen to Minerva's sweetheart?"

"That's not her sweetheart, boy," said Isabel with an unaffected smile on her face. "That's just a little villain who made Minerva sad."

"Has he been captured by those wizards? Will he be sold to Bojin Burk as a raw material for 'medicine'? Or is he dead?"

Nelson pieced together what he saw and heard after he arrived in the Scottish Highlands, and got a not-so-good guess. He asked questions like cannonballs, but he didn't expect to get an answer. He grabbed the coat that Mag had put on the sofa, Chased out the door.

"She Apparated, you can't find it," Isabel called after him.

"Don't bother you, I'm sorry for leaving in a hurry, and I will come to your house to bother you after I solve the problem."

Nelson raised his wand and looked at the sky. An exquisite metal silver falcon model swooped down from the clouds with blade-like wings. When the silver falcon was still some distance from the ground, Nelson suddenly flew out of his robe. Hundreds of buzzing mayflies were gathered in neat formations that took the shape of a larger bird, and as the silver falcon swooped up and swooped past Nelson, they followed, changing shape. , was spliced ​​to the body of the silver falcon, and within a few seconds, a bird big enough to carry people appeared in midair.

Taking off from the muddy flats to meet the oppressive sky.

Nelson jumped up and waved his wand. He disappeared in mid-air, and appeared on the back of the iron bird in an instant, standing upright, holding Mag's coat and rushing towards the sky not far away.

"After forty days, Noah opened the window of the ark and let out a raven."

Robert held the cross and walked out of the house, squinting his eyes and looking at the sky.

"Can you find the corresponding sentence for this? You remember it really well." Isabel followed behind him and said with a smile.

"Not appropriate." Robert shook his head, leaned on the door frame, looked at Nelson's disappearing back, and asked with concern, "Will he be our son-in-law?"

"No," Isabel shook her head and said regretfully, "I can't see it, but I like this young man very much. He should not make our precious daughter sad."

"That guy Doug is actually okay, but he's not a wizard like you."

"Honey, how many times have I told you, I really don't mind at all, and Minerva and her brothers don't mind at all." Isabel picked up the brown leather coat on the hanger at the door, and draped it over the clothes Looking at Nelson's back, he sighed, "He is indeed excellent, and he is very good at talking to ladies, but he is still too young and too impulsive."

"Is Doug gone?"

"Honey, you still don't believe me!" Isabel slapped Robert's shoulder lightly, and said, "I have made him forget about Minerva, and I just want to take my family to London to find a job in the short term. He may have sold the family land by now."

"May God bless him."

Robert pursed his lips, looked at the position where Nelson disappeared into the clouds, and silently crossed himself on his chest, not knowing whether he was staring at the sky or looking into the distance.

I don't know whether I am blessing Doug or Nelson.

"Minerva will figure it out." Isabel patted her husband on the shoulder and walked back into the house. "There's still a pot on the stove. They should be back before dinner."

"En." Robert responded lightly, leaning against the door frame, his eyes lost, and he took out a box of matches and a local cigarette from his arms.

Isabel walked into the living room and accurately found every looking glass and every alarm that had been turned off by the mayfly. She had a doting smile on her face and seemed very satisfied with Nelson, a young man, but after cleaning up all the alarms , She first spread out the sofa cover on Mag's position, then pulled away the sofa cushion Nelson was sitting on just now, took out a delicate silver second-order Rubik's cube from below, and pressed the buttons on it in a certain order, Nelson's voice came from It comes out clearly inside.

"...There is no law that says you can't be a fan if you don't know Quidditch," Isabel smiled as she listened to Nelson's speech, "It's because he loves your mother..."

The smile on Isabel's face became stronger, and she liked the young man who came to her house more and more, until the sound of matches hitting the outer wall magic from outside the house drove away her smile, and she walked out the door with a straight face.

"Robert, does your God allow you to smoke?"

"God will punish me." Robert pressed his thumb to his palm, parted his mouth, and said with a smile, "I am willing to accept the punishment."

Isabel ran up to Robert angrily, crossed her hips, and stared at him.

"You have a bad voice, don't be here." Robert looked at his wife, and when he saw her go one step further, he helplessly pressed the cigarette butt on the wall, "Okay, don't blow the wind, let's go back."

...

"It's so cold."

Nelson, who was standing on the bird's back, shivered. He raised his hand to look at Mag's coat, shook his head, and took out a green scarf with "N" embroidered on it from his pocket, and wrapped it around his neck.

"Anyway, tell me where I am. Is this the attitude of asking for help?"

Nelson narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers deftly like playing a piano. A few mayflies with big eyes detached from the silver falcon, flew in all directions, sank into the clouds, and disappeared.

Several round water spheres soon appeared in front of him. At first, the water spheres were filled with clouds and mist. After a while, pictures of different areas lit up among them. Only the oppressive thick clouds above the head can prove that they are all in Scotland at this moment. over the high ground.

Like a general overlooking the sand table, he has a panoramic view of the vast wilderness.

Soon, the mayflies locked onto the settlements below and approached them one after another. The images sent back became clearer, and Nelson was a little confused. Logically speaking, such a sparsely populated place shouldn't be too poor, but he really It is impossible to find a suitable reason for the worry that hangs on almost everyone's face.

"really interesting."

Nelson rubbed his tears from the high-altitude wind and stared at one of the water polos. A young man wearing a newsboy cap stood in the middle of the village and looked at the mayfly above his head. The two looked at each other through the water curtain.

"Christian aesthetic?" Nelson quickly looked away, but Mag was not there.

After flying in the sky for about ten minutes, Nelson found Mag's figure. His whole body was tense and his expression became serious.

There is almost no cooking smoke in the village where Mag lives, and the surrounding wasteland is covered with weeds. The houses and windows are broken, but the old doors are locked with expensive-looking locks. A group of dirty The shady wizards who looked exactly like the drug addicts in the Highland Hero Village surrounded McGonagall who was standing in the middle of the village. They held up their wands and pressed forward step by step. The half-collapsed church cannot be retreated.

Nelson inserted the wand on the silver falcon's back, and its temperature rose instantly. The metal feathers on the tail were even burned red by the temperature in its body. Nelson clasped a protrusion on its neck tightly with his hands, and then, the wings With a strong slap, the clouds twisted together. Through the water curtain, he saw that Mag was still saying something to the wizards who surrounded her.

The silver falcon's tail burst out with bursting magic power, and under the reaction force, it, together with Nelson on its back, was launched towards Mag like a spring.

"Why are you still talking to a lunatic!" Nelson waved his fist vigorously. He was extremely anxious, fearing that Mag would be killed before he arrived, so he could only increase the magic power injected into Silver Falcon, and the magic power burst out. , The sharp wings pierced the surrounding air.

...

"Where's Doug? Where did you take him?!"

Mag yelled loudly at the wizards in front of her. When she saw the devastated village, her heart suddenly turned cold. How could this be a place where she just got married? She understood that her mother lied to her.

She walked towards the collapsed church along the small road into the village. A few months ago, her father even came here to visit another priest, but now they are gone. She heard faint crying from the direction of the church, and couldn't help but hasten step.

What catches the eye is a series of frightening scenes. The houses that have lost their owners are full of pig-like civilians. They are naked and have numb eyes. The expensive magic lock is like a It pierced into the bottom of her heart like a thorn.

"It shouldn't be like this..." She repeated this sentence sadly, even forgetting the purpose of the village in the future.

Severely distracted, she didn't even notice that empty wizards were surrounding her from all directions.

"It's wrong for you to do this, it violates the "Secrecy Act"!" Mag leaned against the wall that kept dropping scum, still trying to understand it with emotion, but the wizard in front of her was like a walking dead, I couldn't hear what she said at all, let alone answer her, and didn't attack her, but kept shrinking the encirclement.

As the last gap was filled, Mag only felt a suffocating sense of powerlessness, just like the sky at this moment—black clouds overwhelmed the city, and the gaps that revealed the light of the sky everywhere were submerged by thicker and thicker clouds , the sun is difficult to fall on the earth, just like entering the night.

The coastline in the distance was also slammed fiercely by the rapid waves, and they took the opportunity to continuously erode the living space of human beings.

"Where's Doug?"

Mag asked feebly, but still got no response.

After waiting for a few seconds, the sadness on her face suddenly disappeared, her back straightened, she gently shook her hand, and gracefully pulled out her wand from her pocket. The weak Muggle girl disappeared, replaced by Nelson's impression The tenacious, brave, and meticulous Minerva McGonagall in the novel, although she is young, the perseverance that belongs to Gryffindor is already a ripe fruit.

"It seems that I am whimsical to communicate with you." Mag raised his wand and pointed to the wizard closest to him. His face was gray and his eyes were sunken. , I don't think I can ignore it, Nelson is right... people like you, I can knock down ten of them in a second!"

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her lover was still missing, but she put all these aside for the time being, and chose what she should do more.

This may be the biggest difference between her and another cat, she has never been a selfish person.

The group of wizards surrounding her were like ghosts, and they didn't react too much. McGonagall raised her wand high and swung it downward. The soil on the ground quickly buried the people who fell into the pit, only the heads were still exposed, no more, no less, exactly ten people.

The moment they were attacked by the spell, they moved as if activated.

Regardless of the controlled companions, countless murderous spells rushed towards Mag like raindrops.

Nelson, who was still flying, watched this scene anxiously. He knew McGonagall very well. He knew that she would never use any lethal spells. He even wanted to control them and find the Ministry of Magic in the future, but this It's not realistic at all, and it's not a fair fight when your hands are tied and your enemy is intent on killing.

The development of the matter was exactly as he thought. When he was finally able to see the village with his naked eyes, Mag had already been beaten into the crumbling church, and bricks and tiles were constantly falling from the top of his head. Mag looked at the gloomy sky , eyes full of bitterness.

Suddenly, it was dawn.

The sun rushed out of a sudden vortex, burning Mag's eyes, and a silver falcon as bright as the sun swooped towards her, and she finally got help.

Numerous sharp feathers spun off from the silver falcon, and shot at the wizard on the ground covering the sky. Nelson jumped in mid-air and disappeared into the steel storm.

In the next second, he appeared on the back of the bird again, with the petite Mag in his arms.

"I knew that Tom would be brought along for the deadlift," Nelson smiled at the weak McGonagall, "He likes this kind of big scene the most."

"It doesn't mean that there are too many people is a big scene," Mag raised his hand and twisted his ears. "Don't make trouble for yourself, but...they are indeed sinful."

"I see."

Nelson nodded and jumped off the bird's back.

Mag propped up his body and looked at Nelson's phantom-like flickering figure.

The imaginary giant did not appear, and Nelson held two wands and continued to apparate around the church like a dance.

Every time his figure appeared in a new position, it would be accompanied by as many silver mayflies as an army. Those uncooperative wizards could not touch the hem of his clothes with the Unforgivable Curse, but were tied up one by one. Falling down tightly, his appearance at this moment reminded McGonagall of Grindelwald that Newt once said, and like the boy who danced with myrtle in his arms at the ball that day.