My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The Scottish Highlands are famous for their vastness, but Nelson, who is in the vast world, feels extremely oppressed and cramped. Isabel's shape resembling Salem and her dying words are always echoing in his mind, tearing his five senses In a daze, he saw an eye staring at him on the grassland.

With both hands raised high, spells of various colors were shot at that eye like a gust of wind and thunder, and countless mayflies appeared behind them at the same time, lighting up their red one-eyed eyes, and swaying an airtight laser net towards the eye mask. go.

Mag, who was beside him, was taken aback and held Nelson's arm, but this small movement gave the nervous Nelson even greater stimulation, and another round of indiscriminate bombardment seemed to make this The grassland was smashed to pieces.

"What's wrong with you?" Mag, immersed in grief, put his emotions aside and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Nelson rubbed his eyes and looked into the distance after the gunpowder smoke dissipated. There was an ugly scar on the grassland that was originally filled with purple, and the muddy lake was boiling on the damaged land. Nelson raised his head, and the sun was shining on the lake there.

"Oh, it's the sun..."

Nelson closed his eyes, he actually saw the lake water and the reflected sun as one eye, smiled self-deprecatingly, and raised his wand again towards the damaged ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Mag asked again.

"It's nothing, I'm allergic to the lake recently." A green light burst out from the tip of the stick, and broke into tiny light spots in mid-air, flying towards the lake like a group of little fairies flapping their wings.

"I hope you don't fill up the Black Lake when you go back," Mag didn't believe it, but she didn't say much, she just looked at the green spell and asked, "What is that?"

"A black wizard who taught me to call God to protect me taught me a spell, which is very suitable for promoting plant growth," Nelson shook his head, "but that's all I can do, some wizards who are proficient in magic plants can even make the forest grow for themselves war."

"How can a black wizard summon a god to protect him?"

"Yeah, why would a black wizard call for a guardian?" Nelson repeated Mag's question, but there was a touch of exclamation in his tone. He turned around and gave the last wizard salute to the empty village covered with green venom. "Let's go, it's all over."

He walked towards the sun non-stop, wanting to escape this depressing place quickly, but Mag didn't follow for a long time. He turned his head and saw Mag with his back to him, covering his face with his hands , trying to control the trembling shoulders.

A sob was very obvious on the grassland, and the wind in the wilderness couldn't blow away this kind of back.

No matter how strong McGonagall is in front of others, no matter how much she believes in justice, no matter what wrong things her mother has done, no matter how harsh her evaluation of her mother is in the end, but now she is just a girl without a mother.

"This is her own choice." Nelson stepped forward, persuading her conscience, "She did do some wrong things and caused some irreparable and serious consequences, but I think that at the last moment of her life, she must It is repentant."

"I... woo... I know," as Nelson approached, McGonagall could no longer maintain her strength, her voice was intermittent, and her words were full of sadness overflowing the words, "But I still dare not Believe me, that green thing is... mine, woo woo woo... it's my mother."

"She's not," Nelson felt that his vocabulary was so scarce that he couldn't even think of a decent word of comfort. He stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Mag on the shoulder, but he finally withdrew his hand , stood at a loss, "Your mother is Isabel McGonagall, she is just... just—"

"She is my mother! The mother who taught me to be upright like my father, the mother who taught me to ride a broom, the mother who used to shine, but she..." McGonagall choked up, "She is also an evil Black wizard, you don't need to persuade me. Before I came, I went to the Highland Heroes Village. I know what she did better than you. Everything she did is beyond words. I really don't know... I don't know how to face it in the future For my family, I really don't know..."

Nelson couldn't say it, he didn't dare to share Isabel's memories with McGonagall, he was afraid that these memories would bring her more stimulation.

"Sorry, if it wasn't for me, your happiness should continue."

At this moment, the word happiness became extremely ironic, and Mag couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into tears.

"Feel sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, I would rather let my mother accept the trial of the Wizengamot than the happiness of being kept in the dark."

"let's go."

Nelson held Mag's shoulders, trying to take her away from this sad place.

"Yeah." Mag nodded, "Just let... everything disappear, I have to, tell... tell Dad."

Thinking that he might have to take over his mother's sins and begin to deceive his upright and kind father, Mag couldn't help feeling sad, and wept even harder.

"Fiendfire."

Nelson helped Mag away from the village, and the blue flame gushing from the tip of the staff was left here.

The faint blue fire added a bit of coolness to the already bleak village that no one felt.

After the two left, Fiendfire devoured everything in the village greedily, and it quickly spread to every building. The ignited buildings immediately gave birth to new flames. These scorching monsters entangled in the village like vines. Together, bursting out more and more bursting energy, they

More than ten seconds passed, and the church in the center of the village was burning like a torch. The tongues of flames were entangled with each other, roaring towards the cloudy sky, and the rising heat pierced the dense clouds above. The sky was pulled down.

In the center of the flames, the poisonous marsh left by Isabel was quickly evaporated to a piece the size of a palm.

A white-haired man wearing a black coat suddenly appeared in the flames. This violent and fiery energy seemed extremely docile when facing him. Inside the huge flame monster, tongues of flame broke away from the group, like superstitious primitive people Creeping around the man.

grindelwald.

He was able to apparate to the center of the village with perfect accuracy. It seemed that he had been there before. He walked to the side of the poisonous swamp, straightened his clothes, knelt down on one knee, and stretched his unprotected hand into the poisonous swamp under his feet. among.

"Zi..."

The sound of the venom corroding the skin was extremely ear-piercing even in the middle of the bursting flames. Although there were large drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, and the muscles all over his body were tense due to pain, Grindelwald still maintained the most solemn expression. He bit Gritting his teeth, he reached out his hand to the bottom, the poisonous marsh covered half of his forearm, and his cuff instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke, which was sucked into the flames and disappeared.

"It's a bit early, but you are much more determined and better than I imagined," Grindelwald seemed to have touched something in the poisonous swamp, and holding it in his hand with pain, said intoxicatedly, "Yes The smell of love, the magic of emotion is really touching, Miss Rose, I hear your love."

He withdrew his hand from the poisonous swamp, it had been eroded and scorched black, exposing rotten flesh, but Grindelwald didn't pay attention to his injury, just stared at the thing in his hand fascinated.

It was a stone-like, emerald green, crystal clear eye.

It was so similar to the black stone that Salem had left and the blue eyes of Borgin Burk that had been given to Tom that if they were artifacts of any kind, they were by the same craftsman.

"The third eye." Grindelwald straightened up, letting the last remnant of Isabel grow on Fiercefire, and solemnly paid attention, "What thing has three eyes? Or more?"

Fiendfire also burned the last stones in the village at this moment. Just as Grindelwald was about to extinguish the flames, curling clouds and mist rushed to the top of his head, misty drizzle fell, and Fiendfire was extinguished like ordinary fire up.

"It doesn't leak water." Grindelwald chuckled and disappeared in place.

...

"These victims... what should we do?" Looking at the murky Muggles with numb expressions and the four wizards kneeling in front of him, Nelson was in trouble, "Minerva."

"Let me come," McGonagall's mood eased a lot. Although there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, she had once again become a meticulous Professor McGonagall. "I will contact the Ministry of Magic."

"Then I—"

"Leave me alone for a while." Mag shook his head, "Go and accept your honor."

Nelson nodded. He understood that McGonagall didn't need his company at the moment, and comfort would make her more vulnerable, so he left a mayfly under his feet and disappeared.

But instead of going directly to London, he appeared over a town he was flying through.

During the free fall, Nelson found the shop he was looking for.

"Sir, how much is this suit?"

Nelson walked out of the fitting room of the clothing store and showed the owner the suit that had not been untied. At this moment, he had changed his appearance, with black hair and black beard, with a look of contempt on his face, even his height The figure has also changed, and the thin body can be perfectly tucked into this brown striped suit.

The old tailor rubbed his eyes, he was really confused, he even forgot the guest he was receiving.

He hurriedly put down the needle and thread in his hand, trotted to Nelson with his waist supported, and looked carefully at the suit on his body.

"Thirty-five pounds. This is the best suit in our store. By the way, sir, is your shirt also in our store?" He squinted at the shirt on Nelson's body, and then looked down at the shirt under Nelson's feet. Leather shoes, I always feel that they are a bit familiar, "I have to say, you really fit them well."

"That's right, I grow according to the fit of this suit." Nelson agrees with his argument about "fitting", after all, it is the case, "The shirts and shoes are from your store, and you just recommended them to me , have you forgotten so quickly? How much are they in total?"

"You are very humorous, but for a tailor, it is indeed a very lucky thing for a customer to find a suitable garment," the old tailor replied only as a joke, "forty-two pounds in total, sir, let me Cut the strings on your body first, and I will give you a suitable tie later."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded, dropped a few banknotes, and lifted the paper bag in his hand, "Do you know where the nearby police station is? I have something to do."

"Okay, okay," the old tailor was busy holding up the scissors, "you walk two intersections in the direction of the pawn shop, which is opposite the green post office."

"Thanks."

Nelson twisted the tie button and walked out of the clothing store. The old tailor was a little confused again. Is the speed of removing the stitches so fast now?

...

"Name, reason for visiting."

A fat man wearing glasses like beer bottle bottoms sat behind the consultation desk in the lobby of the police station. When he heard someone coming in at the door, he asked without raising his head.

"Igor Karkaroff," Nelson said with a thin face like a goat, "I want to find my relative, but she doesn't seem to be in the house. I heard that she is missing. May I have a look? Her dossier? If it can be found."

"German?" The fat man raised his head, glanced at Nelson who walked to the table with disgust, and said angrily, "What relatives do you have in England?"

"You're joking, I've lived in London for a while," Nelson put his hand into his pocket and said with a smile, "I really miss her, can you accommodate me?"

"What are you doing?!"

Seeing Nelson put his hands into his arms, the fat man stood up nervously and knocked the seat under his butt to the ground.

"I understand, I understand, you have to turn in your weapons when you come here," Nelson stretched out his hands from his arms with a smile, and presented a thick stack of pounds in front of the fat man, "Look, I've always cooperated like this Yes, let's be flexible."

The fat man's eyes, which were already squeezed by the fat, were even smaller, even like mung beans. He glanced behind him in a panic, and saw that the door leading to the police station was closed, so he raised the eyes to his throat. The heart was put back, and then burst out at a speed that was completely inconsistent with the figure, snatching the pound from Nelson's hand, and quickly stuffed it into his pants.

Nelson raised his eyebrows. Money can indeed make people happy, but there is no need to stuff it in the crotch.

"This kind of dangerous goods should be better preserved." The fat man's tone softened a little, with a smile on his face, and he explained in an intimate tone, "Of course, for the citizens who cherish their families, we have ten thousand reasons to satisfy them demand, don't you?"

"I couldn't agree more."

"Ahem, originally the file room was not open to outsiders, but since I am the only one on duty in the police station today, even if the location of the missing person file you are looking for is not confidential, it is illegal for you to see it," the fat man rubbed Rubbing his hands together, he said, "But in order to serve the citizens of the British Empire, I am willing to make this exception."

"I understand," Nelson nodded slowly, "Your Majesty Police Officer does good deeds without leaving a name, and I definitely won't publicize them everywhere."

"Yes, yes, as long as you understand." The fat man closed the door of the police station and led Nelson inside.

"Can this door be closed?"

"They have nothing important to do." The fat man replied casually, "The file room for missing cases is upstairs."

Half an hour later, Nelson finally found the file he wanted.

"Kohler Jones... Well, it should be her. The time of death was from the end of September to the beginning of October four years ago?" He thought that Isabel started to attack those who offended him a long time ago, but now it seems that she did not commit crimes intermittently for more than ten years, but started her revenge with high frequency four years ago, "Why? four years ago?"

Nelson fell into confusion. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, connecting two things that shouldn't be related, which made Isabel's alarm even more confusing.

That was the time when he disembarked from the Icarus, entered the illusion for the first time in Nurmengard, and met Grindelwald under the hanging black tower.