My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What are they holding?"

Tom's eyes showed great disgust for the blood-stained iron chains. Even if he was as humble as dust, he shouldn't be treated like this.

But Nelson, who was usually indifferent, burst out with angry flames in his eyes at this moment. A small silver ball was twisted open a small crack at his fingertips, and manic black air burst out from the gap, rushing towards Nelson's eyes.

"That's a man, Tom." Nelson raised his right hand, and a dark wand covered in knots appeared in his hand. "It turns out that there are such wizards everywhere in the world."

Nelson gritted his teeth. The current situation is different from the two black wizards in Knockturn Alley, Chamberlain Karkaroff, and the one-to-many two in the Scottish Highland Village. The Auror training of the Magical Congress of America has Su, and the magic that I am good at attacking is Fiendfire. Although it is different from the kind of weak hands that can't control Fiendfire, once the fire surges, it will burn indiscriminately within the range. If you don't burn this place In vain will not give up.

And Alexander, who can also draw on his strength, is even more powerful, and when he appears on the stage, he will destroy the world and shake the earth.

But in the small town in front of me, besides the members of Second Salem, the researchers and Aurors of the Magical Congress of America, there are also many Muggles and captured little wizards who have nothing to do with them, even though they have been captured by the soul of Haier. Pollution from escaped magical power in the device, but only innocent people.

Even if the power is reduced to attack indiscriminately, they will be the first to fall.

From this point of view, he can only use Peeves' power to increase his magic power. This is the first time Nelson has faced his own shortcomings. In fact, he had already seen signs of it when he was fighting against McGonagall's mother. , Haierbo's magical power has been drawn out by this group of researchers, and he can't grind his guns before the battle.

Tom looked at the cracked and blackened little silver ball in Nelson's hand, and his thoughts went back to the afternoon when Slytherin took him to the Chamber of Secrets.

He took a step forward and held out his hand.

...

"Tom, can you imagine what it's like to have another person's voice in your head?"

Salazar Slytherin, who came out of the portrait, stood in front of his own statue, with his hands behind his back, his back to Tom, and said softly.

"That must be annoying, Professor Slytherin."

"That's right, it's very annoying," Slytherin nodded. "This is also where Royna is the smartest. For her, sealing the little wizard's uncontrollable magic power in the castle is the most trouble-free way." .”

"But wouldn't this kind of magical power accumulate more and more?" Tom was puzzled, "It's like discharging sewage into a pool, even your castle, I'm afraid it can't bear the heavy pressure accumulated over time, isn't it Peeves? Isn't that how it was born?"

"Yeah, but that's a matter for future generations. Royna's greatest wisdom is not being smart, but knowing that she is not the only smart person." Slytherin sighed and shook his head, "But Royna didn't expect In the hundreds of years after her death, only a naughty castle elf did the job instead of her. What she didn't expect was that after this castle elf was polluted by evil, someone would use such an extreme way to solve this problem!"

"Gnar, he used the magic power accumulated by Peeves..."

"It's mainly emotions, Tom. If you want to become a truly powerful wizard, you must understand this truth. Emotions are ten thousand times more important than magic power. Your current headmaster is a talent, but he is still wandering in front of the door," Slytherin said. Turning around, looking at Tom with piercing eyes, "He seems to be trying to figure out what 'love' is, but that's something even the great Salazar Slytherin couldn't figure out."

"I don't care about that, Professor Slytherin," Tom asked, putting aside the "really powerful wizard", and asked in a loud voice, "What will happen to Gnar?"

"Him? As the name suggests, he's going to be powerful, so much magic." Slytherin shrugged, as if displeased that Tom wasn't doing it.

"You just said that emotions are ten thousand times more important than magic. It is annoying to have another voice in your head, so what about thousands of voices? You also said that Professor Ravenclaw's magic can only Absorb those malicious magic." Tom narrowed his eyes, "What will happen to Gnar? Is there any way to save him?"

"He doesn't need to be saved by others, he is saving people by doing this...and so on."

Seeing that Tom was about to say something, Slytherin raised his hand and interrupted Tom as if to listen. Tom stood where he was, and maintained this action for a long time.

A few minutes later, Slytherin had a look of surprise on his face: "What's the principle?"

"What's the matter? Professor."

"That friend of yours sealed the magical power he took from Peeves in a small gadget." Slytherin said, stroking his beard, confused, "He is mediocre in every way, how can he be so ordinary in terms of soul?" With such accomplishments... that's right, a guy who can wander around in the illusion must have something, but since he can extract the magic power, why not just throw it there? Oh, I understand , This is also a guy who is unwilling to be lonely."

"What will happen?" Tom asked urgently, forgetting the honorifics.

"You should know he's average in every way."

"Gnar is strong," Tom retorted.

"I know, but you should also know what I'm talking about," Slytherin explained. "Look what he can do? A brat who was abandoned thousands of years ago and only Godric can do it." Combat; transfiguration, all kinds of shapeshifting objects, which is enough for him to defeat most of the enemies, but it can't make his spells more powerful. I watched your competition in the Triwizard Tournament, you Maybe he didn't realize that he was just like the little girl from France. Almost all the spells were based on extremely skilled transformations, such as the series of explosions. Many people can do it with a lot of magic, but he It's very special, he deformed the air at the explosion site, the principle is very complicated, but I think you should understand..."

Slytherin paused, glanced at the thoughtful Tom, and continued:

"...I'm digressing a bit, but I'm really surprised by his soul's surgery. With these freely available magic powers, he can upgrade his magic spells whenever he wants. To unimaginable intensity, for example, defeating your death curse with a disarming spell."

"Professor Slytherin, I don't know how to curse death." Tom regained his senses and began to act obediently, "But that is after all... the magic power that contains emotions as you said."

"It's okay to use it occasionally, don't be so rigid in your thinking," Slytherin shrugged, "But I personally think that he should use these things on the gadgets he is good at, after all, it will inevitably give him It has a bad influence on personality, and even affects the soul. You see, after he came into contact with Peeves, the condition of the patron saint has obviously worsened. Damn it, he is obviously from my academy, so why is the patron saint an eagle?"

"That's a falcon, Professor."

Tom nodded. The first day of Slytherin's tutoring had been tedious, but the conversation stuck with him.

...

"Let's go, Tom!"

"etc."

Nelson turned his head when he heard the sound, and Tom's outstretched hand held the small silver ball on his fingers and fingertips.

"Damn it, I always feel that you lied to me. What you see in the prophecy is not a self-righteous Gnar who played himself to death!"

The manic magic power spread to Tom's hand in an instant, and the black energy that penetrated into the soul was as hard to get rid of as if it was stained with fierce fire. His right hand was quickly covered by the black magic power, feeling the sourness of the soul and the sharp sharp pain that suddenly appeared in his ear. Howling, Tom clenched his fists and raised his wand, with blue veins on his forehead, the unconstrained magic power was forcefully forced back into the fragmented ball by him who didn't understand the principle.

"Are you going to risk yourself in the face of miscellaneous fish?"

Tom teased, big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he panted slightly, Tom quickly regained his composure, let go of the hand holding the ball, and a slender and delicate emerald chain emerged from the tip of the stick , wrapped the ball tightly, and his brows burst out with a powerful and unparalleled self-confidence.

"I said, this is my chocolate frog card battle!"

"Tom..."

"Help me bind the downed enemy!"

Tom leaned forward, and in the next second he appeared in front of the pair of researchers closest to them. In front of the two Aurors guarding the side, he used the same spell to penetrate the bodies of both of them.

It all happened in an instant, and he turned around and gave Nelson a thumbs-up, as if to say, "Watch me perform."

And the half-drawing spell behind Tom who turned around played an unexpected magical effect at this moment. No one saw him, only a blond wizard with a mask standing motionless standing in the entrance hut.

"There are enemies!"

With a cry, the nearest Auror raised his wand and sent a red firework into the sky.

"You bastard."

Nelson shook his head, smiled wryly, threw the locked ball back into his pocket, raised the Elder Wand, and pointed at the sky above his head.

Several mayflies flew out of his pocket, and scattered towards several key nodes of the barrier. After a while, dense crackling sounds came from above the head, and the invisible iron curtain shone like a brick wall. , under the attack of the mayfly, the luminous bricks at the key nodes fell from the air, were shattered by Nelson's magic spell, and became light particles that dissipated in the wind.

And the dome that lost the transmission of magic power also flickered like a short circuit, and soon became dull. Pieces of walls depicting runes broke away from the dome, dissipated in mid-air, and reflected in the background of the red warning fireworks, like aurora Generally gorgeous.

Not far away, many people in the town of Salem and Boston saw this spectacle. The golden light rain shone like a rainbow under the cloudy clouds, and an eye-catching firework exploded in the air.

But no one can imagine that under this beautiful spectacle, there is a scene called hell-innocent or guilty mortals are led like dogs by high-ranking wizards, and they inject innocent people into the bodies of innocent people from another world. The magical power of the world is only to master the ethereal power, and the master of this power is indeed a notorious dark wizard. Aurors guarding the place are guarding the safety, but two people called "dark wizards" are destroying the world. The only hope for evil.

"finally……"

In the dark alleys infested with shadows and cockroaches in the city of Boston, a disabled old man was pushed out of the store by a wheelchair. This old vampire was bathed in the sun, but the discomfort of the sun was nothing compared to the suffering he had suffered. What, he looked in the direction of the fireworks, showing a relieved expression.

"Mr. Troka, I'll just say they can do it," a greasy middle-aged man in fancy clothes pushed his wheelchair with a smile, and placed him in the alley with the best view, put on his top hat, He said politely, "Thank you for your willingness to pass on the gift for me."

"What? Daguerre? Are you going to die?" Old Troka kept his eyes on the fireworks.

"Sin is coming to an end, Mr. Troka," the owner of the alchemy shop that can be seen everywhere touched the scar on his face, "Second Salem has long been contrary to the original intention. As a businessman, I know that there are gains and losses. This principle."

"I'm not interested in your nonsense things." Old Troka looked at the fireworks in the distance with enjoyment, but Daguerre beside him had long since disappeared.

In the garrison of Second Salem, Tom was on the rise. After Nelson helped him destroy all the protection here, he was invincible like a poisonous snake mixed with rats. Although the Aurors were the elite wizards, they What they are facing is not an enemy that can be easily dealt with on weekdays, but they have never seen such a fast enemy. Unlike Nelson's agile body, Tom seems to know "people" very well, and he knows where to hit them will hurt , where people will fall, no spell is superfluous, and no spell is ineffective. The flash of the tip of the staff flickered in front of each researcher like a deadly ghost, and then they fell to the ground.

He was like a precise scalpel, sharply cutting into the enemy's heart and shattering their souls. Before the first firework was even completely extinguished, no one could be seen in the Second Salem garrison. To a researcher who is still standing.

"After pinching soft persimmons, it's time to gnaw hard bones."

Tom flashed in front of Nelson, turned around, and faced the wizards gathered on the main road, raising their wands and pointing at Nelson.

"I'll leave it to you, Tom. I'll transfer those polluted people," Nelson said to Tom's back. "I need you to cover me for a while. Hai Erbo's magic power is always troublesome."

Then, he raised his wand high and slashed down, a thunderbolt fell among the Aurors, instantly breaking up their tight formation.

"No problem," Tom twisted his neck, "but I always feel that these hard bones are not much softer than persimmons—do you think they deserve me to be a member of the chocolate frog card wizard?"

"Not sure, but I think they'll at least make you a member of the High Bounty Dark Wizard."