My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

A thick pillar of thunder clung to Guy's side and roared straight to the ground. There was a buzzing in Guy's ears, and he became dizzy, even turning the sky and the earth upside down.

Double images appeared in his eyes, thick clouds billowed above his head and under his feet, and lightning flashed in the gaps in the clouds, attacking him from time to time, but brushing past his body like a provocative witch, rushing towards the wider world.

Even though the whole person was about to be frozen into a popsicle, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Guy's forehead.

"Why is it so cold." He gritted his teeth, and the gums were pressed to produce blood. The pain made him wake up slightly, "It shouldn't be so cold."

"That's right, it really shouldn't be this cold."

Not far above his head, Nelson and Tom were looking at the poor guy quietly, while Nelson was stuffing a cold little ball into his cuff, and Tom looked at the little silver ball and shivered unconsciously. shake.

"Dementor?" Tom said with a toothache on his face. "Does it have to be like this? To be honest, I'm a bit cold, too."

"No, no, Auror is a well-trained wizard. If it is not such a critical moment, he will not easily take us to his lair," Nelson half-closed his eyes, expressionless, his body covered There was a layer of silver light belonging to the patron saint. Seeing that Tom was shivering from the cold but stiffening, a strand of the silver light was wrapped around Tom's neck like a scarf. It's cruel, really like two dark wizards."

"Easy, easy, strangled," Tom patted his unique "scarf". After breathing smoothly, he squinted at Nelson and looked at the four sleeping spells floating behind him. The wizard, his teeth hurting even more, asked, "Are you serious? You released the dementors, you caught them, you released the identity of the dark wizard, now you tell me you Do you feel a little cruel?"

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, "I just want to make myself feel better on the moral level, but for this kind of wizard who is in collusion with the Second Salem, even if he has any difficulties, he deserves to suffer of."

"Why don't I know when you became a 'wizardist'?"

"You misunderstood, Tom," Nelson shook his head, "They are as disgusting as those Muggles who serve wizards to pray for prosperity and wealth."

"Humph."

"Let's follow up." Nelson looked at Guy who was dangling and flying away, and controlled the metal plate under his feet to chase forward.

The wind may not be peaceful on top of the clouds, but the sun is beautiful all year round.

But below the clouds is a completely different scene.

"Damn it, I must... must escape."

With the wind whistling overhead, Guy held the trembling broom with his icy hands. What Karkaroff said was indeed right. In this thunderstorm weather, silver arrows with metal parts were indeed difficult to control.

"Fortunately, those two arrogant dark wizards didn't catch up... Karkaroff, Chamberlain..."

He kept repeating those two names, as if it would bring him strength. He clearly felt that his body was losing vitality, and his spirit was becoming weak under the high-altitude wind. Wand, tried to apparate, but failed repeatedly, he didn't think that those two people would follow behind him to block the surrounding airspace, the explanation of his superiors was circling in his mind, but he was soon tortured banish the nightmare.

But he didn't care about that much anymore. Guy just felt that all the unpleasant memories from childhood to the present flooded into his mind. The desire to survive overcame all thoughts. Driven by simple beliefs, he rode a broom straight flew towards the station.

His heart was full of sadness. Not only was he once proud of himself and ranked first in the Auror assessment, he was placed in such a corner, but today he ended up in such an embarrassing end. Those two guys didn't even make a move on him. But the fear in his heart defeated him early, sniffing the scent like a lost dog looking for his nest, what an ugly gesture!

"Look at that man, he looks like a dog."

Tom looked at Guy and said with a smile, he never had any sympathy for the weak who made it their own.

"You said a classic line, Tom," Nelson ordered the chasing mayfly to lock on to Guy, dragged the platform under his feet, and stopped looking at him, just looked at the sun, dazedly, "I used to like to bask on the roof The sun, but there is only endless fog in London, and being so close to the sun today, I feel that it is not as mild as I imagined."

"You're in the sky," Tom curled his lips. "Didn't the sun by the sea be very pleasant when we were in Albania?"

"Yeah, I hope that before we leave, we can also wait here for a good weather suitable for seaside fun."

"Yes, I also heard that there are many sunken ships left by Britain in those days," Tom said enthusiastically, his thoughts had already drifted to the treasures on the bottom of the sea, he glanced down, and reminded, "Gnar, he landed gone."

In the wilderness ahead, there was a railway track buried under the wind and sand. There was a small dilapidated bungalow beside the railway track, with a thick pine tree folded in half on the roof, and Guy on a broom was slowly approaching there.

Not far from the north, Nelson can see many factories. It is Salem, a Muggle city that cannot afford the expensive land rent in Boston. It is a small town, but it is actually a miniature city. On the land, they can unscrupulously squeeze the blood and sweat of the workers, and most of the people who work here even live in the suburbs of Boston, and come here every day on foot or in a car that looks like a chicken coop.

Although the area under their feet is also in the northeast of Boston, it has deviated from the eye, and it is deserted. If it is really the second Salem's garrison, then the concealment methods are indeed somewhat level.

"Wait, Tom."

Nelson stretched out his hand and grabbed Tom who was flying forward. He rubbed his chin with great interest, and a common sparrow here flew out of his sleeve. The sparrow left the sleeve and rushed forward like an arrow leaving the string, but Somewhere in the sky, it suddenly disappeared.

"Is there any defense?" Tom slammed the car on the brakes and looked at the normal sky ahead.

"It seems to be the same magic as the Woolworth Building...the entrance appears."

Nelson stretched out his magic wand, tapped lightly in front of him, and a little owl made of light particles like fireworks flew out from the tip of the wand, fluttering its wings and hit the invisible barrier. It exploded with a "bang", and the scattered light particles condensed into a string of spells in the air, appearing in front of the two of them.

"Could you change the animal," Tom said with a toothache again, "do you have to use an owl?"

"It's not my fault, Tom. The entrance sign of the Magical Congress of America in the Woolworth Building is an owl. You need to cast the correct magic on it to enter the space belonging to wizards," Nelson looked at the spell in front of him with a playful expression. "It's the latest spell. It's really interesting. The Auror's tactical manual is still a lineup decades ago, but this protection spell is updated very quickly."

Tom watched Nelson's dazzling operation, and saw that the spell in front of him was flying forward like a net under the command of the wand, and it was tightly attached to the barrier in the air. Soon, the image of brick and stone Appearing in the air, starting in front of Nelson, a huge hemispherical cover covering the wasteland in front of him flashed away.

"Why are you so proficient?" Tom asked curiously, "Did you work as an Auror during those years in the United States?"

"No, Tom, this is another long story, a descendant of a traitor, who after several generations was finally cleared of his crimes, but chose to betray his own Ministry of Magic again," Nelson carefully observed the cracks in the bricks With the magic power flickering in the room, I gently picked out a trace with my wand, and condensed it on my fingertips, "If I can ask his permission, I will tell you."

"A man from Nurmengard?"

"I have to say that Grindelwald does have a lot of friends." Nelson nodded, "His eloquence in persuading others to betray is even more extraordinary. Even people in high positions can hardly escape his bewitchment."

After all, Nelson took out the two combined coins from his pocket. The magic wand on the front of the coin pointed straight ahead. He stuck the coin on the phantom wall in front of him. The wall did not resist him, and he His hand passed through easily, and half of his arm disappeared, which looked rather strange.

Nelson turned his head, looked at Tom, and said, "Tom, we might go to war with a country's Ministry of Magic, are you afraid?"

"For the Chocolate Frog Card," Tom yelled out a funny catchphrase listlessly, "don't be alarmist, Gnar, or I might really have to use some unstoppable magic."

"Well," Nelson shrugged, "I mean, it can now be confirmed that Second Salem has a direct connection with the Magical Congress of America, and this barrier is very new."

"How new is it?"

"The second day after the magic power in the Haierbo Horcrux dissipated into reality."

"That's really efficient." Tom snorted coldly, "Dumbledore sent a notice to the world through the Wizengamot, right? They hide it like this, and they don't really want to research anything from this disgusting thing." Good stuff, right? No way?"

"Well, our Mr. Mouse is coming too," Nelson said with a relaxed smile. "Now it seems that I don't feel sorry for him at all."

Guy swooped down on the broom, and rushed straight towards the hut next to the railroad tracks.

"It's still one step away, as long as we can get to that place—"

When approaching the ground, Guy's spirit was completely relaxed, but his physical strength had not been fully recovered, so when he was about to land, his hands slipped from the broom and hit the ground with a bang, his body Instinctively curled up and rolled forward.

"Guy?"

There was an exclamation from the hut, and a witch in Auror costume came out to meet her, "Have you caught those two intruders? Huh? Where are they?"

Guy finally showed his first smile today. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he finally arrived. As long as he entered the door, he was safe enough.

He simply gave up getting up and let himself be rolled forward by the inertial trend. The witch quickly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly raised her wand, ready to catch Guy.

But she froze quickly, and when Guy was about to hit her, with a sound of bones compressing and deforming, Guy's wizard robe fell to the place, and a frightened gray mouse waved its limbs and tail from the thick She broke free from her robe and let out a cry of "creak creak". Seeing this scene, the witch stared at the mouse in front of her, and opened her mouth in astonishment.

"You almost hit the lady." One hand stretched out to the ground, pinched the tail of the throbbing mouse, and lifted it upside down. Nelson straightened up and shook the mouse in his hand. Two stickers The coins fell from its body. He picked up the coins with his wand and said to the witch, "You can call me Mr. Karkaroff. I'm here to help you self-righteous guys wipe your asses."

"I'm Chamberlain," Tom turned around, and suddenly appeared in front of the witch. He developed a wonderful use of half of Nelson's Disillusionment Charm to confirm the direction of the coming person, and the four sleepy wizards were suspended behind him. He said bluntly, "As for the 'they' you care about, here they are."

The witch was trembling and unable to speak. Even in this extreme panic, she tremblingly stretched her hand towards the position where the Admonisher was hanging on her waist.

"Are you looking for this, ma'am?" Nelson waved the silver device in his hand, "Is it new? Does it have the function of notification?"

He looked at the small box in his hand that was very similar to Tina's Adviser but slightly different, and gently snapped off a fingernail-sized part from the bottom.

"Numergarde's magic communication module?" Nelson laughed, "No one is more familiar with it than me."

Holding the coin, he took a step forward and approached the stunned witch. She was even groping around her waist. As soon as she entered the room, a disgusting smell that was so familiar hit her face.

On the wall facing the small door of the wooden house, there is a thick, iron door, which is wide open, presenting a completely different world from the outside world, with indiscriminate, unaesthetic, match Box-like gray houses stand everywhere, and here is a hidden town.

Many wizards wearing Auror costumes can be seen in the road, and there are some researcher-like wizards standing scattered in the crowd. They hold iron chains in their hands, and the other end of the chain is tied around the necks of a group of ragged guys. , Those people without magic wands were lying on the ground like beasts, with thick black air rippling from their bodies, a cold but fanatical atmosphere permeated the sky above the town, fragmented and crazy laughter could be vaguely heard.

"You guys are so bold that you actually want to study this kind of thing."

Nelson finally knew how the dementors were born, and he felt his scalp tingle, and he couldn't help admiring the ignorant fearlessness of American wizards.

"That... that... that..."

"Come on," Nelson shook his head and walked past the witch. Her feet were weak and she fainted. "I have nothing to say to the front desk."

"What's that?" Tom tied up the four prisoners and one person and one mouse in the house, frowning and looking at the town behind the iron gate. None of them noticed the change in the house.

"That's rubbish, but some people just don't believe in evil, and they just like to get gold out of shit." Nelson frowned and said, "I've never seen such a situation, I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble."