My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"At night, the ocean reveals its majestic and dangerous side. There are faint fluorescent lights in the deep water, which are the bait for deep-sea predators to lure their prey, like the singing of sirens attracting ignorant fish. .”

"The water vapor evaporated by the sun condenses into dark clouds like a prison wall above our heads. In the howling of the wind, the waves rush to this precarious boat-maybe it is indeed a huge cruise ship. , but in the face of the boundless sea, its size is insignificant."

Nelson stood at the bow of the ship, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, the ink-like sea water squeezed out turbid foam, they were born in the waves in an instant, and destroyed in the collision in an instant.

"The sense of atmosphere is really good, Gnar, but please don't read it out." Tom read from the book "Merlin, Governing the State and Security but the House Fires?" ", looked up at Nelson, who was posing in a strange shape on the bow of the ship, and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you trying some new opera form? The great artist Albus Dumbledore?"

"This is a narration, Tom." Nelson turned around and said with a solemn expression, "Generally in literary works, when the protagonist is about to face natural disasters or irresistible dangers, there will always be some shocking changes in the world, such as a sudden catastrophe." The winds, the black clouds crushing the city, the spectacular lightning."

"Oh, that's it." Tom raised the brass binoculars under his arm, and carefully turned the knob on it. After looking around, he glanced at the cabin, shrugged, and said, "There is no difference, As scary as the shipwreck sounds, the ghost ship is still missing."

The lights in the cabins on the top floor were almost all turned off, and the passengers were sleeping peacefully under the cloudy clouds. Only a small porthole was still open, and a conspicuous golden color was swaying behind the porthole.

"Shipwreck?" Nelson shrugged and said indifferently, "If this ship can sink, I will eat the anchor dragged in the water."

"Don't lie to eat and drink." Tom curled his lips and put down the brass binoculars, "I'm going to bed, how about you?"

"I'll go when I'm done reading."

The last porthole was closed.

"Adele should be asleep," Tom confirmed with a glance, and said, "This little girl is very insecure, and she told me to keep an eye on you during the day today, and don't let you get angry."

"Like a little adult," Nelson glanced at the porthole tenderly. He and Tom seemed to want to make up for their lost childhood on Adele, but after the tenderness, they still had to face their mission, Nelson Seriously, "Tom, did you just discover something?"

"One hundred nautical miles due north, there is an old-fashioned wooden boat that runs against the ocean current faster than a broomstick."

"Can you be sure where it is?"

Without further ado, Tom stepped forward, grabbed Nelson's arm, and disappeared across the deck.

The vacated space was quickly filled with air, stirring up a faint breeze on the deck, and the closed porthole opened again. Adele poked her head out and looked worriedly at the empty deck.

"Don't worry."

A penguin with a camera hanging on its chest appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Adele's porthole and said with a smile.

While comforting the worried little girl, he raised his magic wand, and a rainbow-like coating of brilliance slowly covered the hull from the bottom of his feet. Then, several black figures appeared on the deck, standing on the penguin around.

"Protect this ship, and don't let Mr. Wertning be upset by the unnecessary sacrifice."

The black-robed saints lowered their heads and scattered all over the surrounding sea area.

At this moment, Nelson is experiencing the feeling of weightlessness.

"Why did you choose the landing point of the apparition in midair!" he shouted at Tom, who was also falling beside him, at the top of his voice.

"Is it my fault?!" Tom responded loudly, "You put the mayfly in the sky yourself, is it my fault?!"

"All right!"

Nelson closed his eyes, feeling the pain of the rapid fall. His heart was beating rapidly, almost covering the sound of the wind. After falling for ten seconds, he reluctantly opened his eyes. The oak galley, which seemed to have sailed out of a museum, was speeding recklessly on the rough sea, heading towards the direction of the cruise ship.

The position below the waterline of the ship is covered with barnacles and other unknown marine organisms, and the deck is also covered with scars and rotten stains. The fish washed aboard by the waves can be vaguely seen struggling in suffocation with.

The paddles of the two rows of oars have long been corroded by sea water, only the handles are still sliding neatly in the air, as if there are tireless sailors bravely fighting against the waves in the cabin.

The mast of the galley has long since collapsed, leaving only half of the wooden stakes standing in place, the sails and pirate flags have disappeared, and the only thing left intact on the ship is the strange ramming angle of the bow—a dry The humanoid is waving its arms vigorously, as if in an endless run.

While Nelson and Tom were falling, the withered body also noticed the change, raised its head, and looked at the two falling rapidly with dark eyes.

Nelson adjusted his falling posture in the air. Amidst the beeping of the gears, silver streamers began to flow around his body. With the help of the mayfly, Nelson quickly adjusted his head-up posture, looking down at the place with an expressionless face. A ghost pirate ship that should have sunk to the bottom of the ocean long ago.

The Yin Corpse Slave running at the bow slowed down the frequency of swinging his arms, and raised his hands upwards. A dilapidated pirate flag slowly emerged above the hull. It swelled rapidly and soon became bigger than a pirate ship, with a strong black magic atmosphere. Wrapped with a flag, it seems that if you touch it, you will be seriously injured.

At the same time, the ghost ship accelerated rapidly and approached the distant cruise ship, trying to get rid of the two uninvited guests.

But Nelson didn't care about that flag, and he didn't even take any action when he was about to come into contact with the black magic on the pirate flag—because it was completely unnecessary, a nearly black dark green light beam descended from the sky, and instantly blasted a A hole two meters thick.

In the blink of an eye, Nelson passed through the pirate flag and approached the hull, but at this moment the Adventure Galleon had already sailed a certain distance, and a silver light suddenly burst out behind him, and the mayflies pushed him forward, the silver diamond-shaped platform Slowly forming under his feet, the distance to the ghost ship is getting closer and closer.

But catching up with it is far from enough. If it is allowed to approach the cruise ship, unnecessary casualties may be added. Standing on the silver plate, Nelson's figure is like a pine and cypress on a cliff, standing motionless in the strong wind, surrounded by sea water. In the environment, something seemed to wake up in his veins. It jumped for joy, prompting him to draw out the black walnut wand he got when he was eleven years old. The moment he drew out the wand, a wave of excitement rushed from his mind, Starting from the heart, flowing along the blood vessels to the forearm, and then transmitted to the magic wand, Nelson even had the illusion of holding the Elder Wand, as if standing on the sea, he was omnipotent!

"Tom, would you be interested in seeing Wertling by the Sea?"

...

On the relatively calm sea in the distance, strangely dressed people came out of the cabin. Some of them were the representatives of all nations who attended the conference in Boston not long ago, and some of them were wizards newly sent to the United States. Intelligence capabilities are not for nothing. Since the Knights of the Garter can detect abnormalities on the sea, they will naturally be aware of it. The young wizard is undoubtedly a better choice - no one will believe the nonsense such as "two well-meaning people passing by", they have already found out Nelson and Tom's above-board itinerary - it is aimed at the second Seiler Tom is here.

But the moment they stepped out of the cabin, they found a large number of fellow travelers. Immediately afterwards, those saints in black robes appeared in front of them. The penguin closed the porthole for Adele, walked to the crowd, and walked slowly like a wizard He said politely, "Good evening everyone, it's really unimaginable that so many wizards would be crowded on the same Muggle cruise ship."

If the scene in front of me is seen by a night traveler, I am afraid that there is a chic masquerade party on the deck, and the theme is "how to dress like a normal person".

"Numengard?" The surrounded wizards looked around vigilantly, and someone asked, "Is Grindelwald here?"

"Master Grindelwald is very busy. He is still dealing with some things in Boston." The penguin clapped his hands, and the saint behind him held out a pair of brass binoculars and approached the crowd. "I understand everyone's curiosity about Horcruxes, but please Just watch from the sidelines, and by the way, do you find it difficult to adapt to staying on this ship with Muggles for so long?"

The wizards present here were not looking for trouble. They understood that the saints in front of them were not malicious, otherwise wouldn’t it be a better way to kidnap them while they were asleep. brass telescope.

"I have been observing you for a long time, and with all due respect, you are as conspicuous among Muggles as the stars in the night sky," Penguin said while showing them how to use the telescope, "Actually, everyone understands that with the continuous development of Muggle technology, They are no longer the weaklings we slaughtered hundreds of years ago, and learning their customs is no unacceptable shame."

The representatives of all nations had different expressions. Some agreed, some were entangled and some scoffed, but no one made any high-level comments at this time.

"Please leave the stage to my lord." The penguin bowed and saluted, and ordered the saints to disperse. "These binoculars are products of Nurmengard, and they are given to you as a meeting gift."

The wizards fiddled with the binoculars in their hands. The binoculars, which were clearer than traditional binoculars, had a longer field of view, and could even bend, quickly attracted their attention. They all raised their binoculars and looked towards the northern sea.

"What's your name?" A wizard with an oriental face didn't rush to watch the battle. He approached the penguin and asked softly, "We don't know much about the situation on your side, but as far as I know, Grindelwald's claim seems to be It's very different from what you said."

"My name is Penguin."

"The correspondent for that newspaper? I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"That's not worth mentioning, sir," replied the penguin, holding up his binoculars, "we're not talking about the same person."

"My God! What did I see? Mel! What the hell!"

It was an elderly French wizard. He stuffed the telescope in his hand to the entourage next to him and asked loudly.

"Sir, the Muggles are resting. We don't want to knock the whole boat unconscious." Penguin quickly approached, reminding in a low voice.

"Sorry, sorry, a little excited to see acquaintances."

...

During the rapid descent of Nelson and Tom, pirate skeletons on the ghost ship, emitting a faint green light all over their bodies, with ghost lights floating in their eye frames, climbed up from the gaps in the deck, wielding decayed scimitars and missing bowstrings and bows and arrows The longbows shot at the two people approaching, and their bows shot out dazzling spells, while the scimitars they swung were thrown straight away, and soon a hideous long bone made of white bones recondensed in their hands. knife.

Just as Tom was about to clear these obstacles, they were shot through by mayflies hiding in the darkness, and all the flying throwing objects and spells were also blocked, without hindering their progress in the slightest.

"I'll solve it." Tom's sleeves were filled with black smoke, and he accelerated to approach Nelson, offering to attack. "You cover me, destroy this broken ship, and let me see the power of Wertling!"

"No problem." Nelson stopped his forward momentum, stood in place, squinted his eyes and looked at Tom's fast-moving back, and raised his wand in his hand.

"Come on... to fight on board!"

The moist air on the sea moistened Nelson's skin. He felt that the water vapor seemed to be his weapon against the enemy, but compared to the boundless and inexhaustible seawater under his feet, the water mist was undoubtedly too conservative.

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"Wow-wow-wow-"

The sea water in front of the ghost ship rose high with the movement of Nelson's arms, and a wave that covered the sky and the sun hit the head. The bow of the ghost ship that rushed into the huge wave was raised high. In an instant, the hull of the ship was perpendicular to the sea level. It seems that the next second will be smashed into the bottom of the sea by huge waves.

But the ghost ship equipped with the Haierbo Horcrux is not an idler. It clings to the ocean and rushes up, and it feels like walking on the ground. The sculpture on the bow directs the pirates to fight back, hindering Tom's footsteps, It even looked back and smiled, with a strong sense of sarcasm on its dry face.

"A ship worthy of a megalomaniac."

Nelson laughed too.

If it was daytime at this moment, the ghost ship would definitely find that the sunlight above its head was completely covered by a ship-shaped shadow, but in the dark, it didn't notice that on the high waves, a large ship made of sea water was unfolding. The sail, with its dragon head-like ramming horn, swooped down fiercely with strong murderous intent.