My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You...look delicious."

Martha stood stiffly in place, turned her head to look in the direction of the sound with a horrified expression, but found in despair that her body was unable to move due to the fear of facing the natural enemy.

"Can I eat her? I've been hungry for too long."

The owner of the voice seemed to be asking for advice from his companions, and no longer stared at Martha.

Martha, who was no longer being watched, was finally able to move her neck a little bit. She tried her best to turn the angle of view, and at the edge of her peripheral vision, she saw the back of a beast-like tangle of hair.

He looks like a wolf, squatting on a workbench full of fabrics, his bushy sideburns and his messy beard are connected together, and small bugs that cannot be seen clearly are jumping around in the dirty stubble , Martha couldn't help taking a breath, the man heard the movement, his ears with sharp horns trembled, and he turned his head suddenly, that face that didn't resemble a human at all appeared in front of Martha abruptly, her heart beat suddenly. That stop, where is he behind looking like a wolf? That is obviously a wolf!

The protruding skull and wild facial features kept beating on Martha's heart like a giant hammer. It didn't matter whether Ludwig was a vampire or not. The person squatting on the table must be a werewolf. Martha She couldn't help feeling a little lucky, fortunately it was daytime and it wasn't a full moon day, otherwise she would have seen even more terrifying beasts.

"Don't worry, little beauty," the man grinned, and gave Martha a terrifying smile. His jagged canine teeth were yellow and black, and the gaps between his teeth were filled with disgusting dirt. Smelling the smell of death, as if the people howling under his sharp teeth were still screaming in despair, she closed her eyes tremblingly, her mind was already emptied out of extreme fear, "There is no moon here, and I will not change Become a beast that doesn't know how to taste, a delicious little dessert like you is more suitable for savoring, not... Gobble it up!"

When he said "gulp it up", his voice had turned into a beast-like growl, as if he was about to pounce on him and tear Martha apart in the next second. Seeing his tense hind legs, Martha swallowed Saliva, the sound of saliva passing through the throat was extremely harsh in this small tailor shop.

"You're hungry too, right, little beauty," the werewolf smiled wildly, and straightened his chest as if he had been recognized, "I knew that top-notch desserts like you must have a unique understanding of delicacy ...I once ate a cook who cooked for a Muggle head of state... Tsk tsk, I still remember the taste."

Speaking of this, his saliva flowed out uncontrollably, through the gap between his teeth, drooping on his lips, his eyes slowly filled with excitement.

"You must also be curious about your own taste, right?" His whole body was tense and ready to go, but he still said patiently, "Although I really want to taste you for the first time, but out of politeness , I’d still like to let you eat your first piece of meat.”

The muddy and aggressive gaze scanned Martha's body recklessly, staying on her uneven body.

"But only one piece."

As soon as the words fell, a cold light hit Martha at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch. She only had time to see the werewolf raising his hand, and the sharp nails on the palm that could only be called "claw".

"Ding!--"

She closed her eyes tightly, but the pain she imagined did not strike, followed by a piercing collision sound, as if two sharp swords collided together.

"Don't do superfluous things," a cold reprimand came from the door, "This is England, not your kennel."

"So what about Britain?" The werewolf turned his head, his blackened tongue swept across the same blackened gums, and deftly picked out a few shreds of meat that he didn't know when to eat from the gap, and the suffocating stench was even worse. It was pungent, he looked at the man at the door viciously, and let out a beast-like roar from his throat, "Do you want to be eaten by me?! Take your bones... as my chamber pot, put it on my dog Nest door."

Did someone block his sharp claws? Martha opened her eyes and followed the gaze of the werewolf. At the door of the tailor's shop, a man in a dark blue robe was standing there, with his arms raised, his hands The wand pointed to the werewolf on the workbench, who had blocked the werewolf's claws with magic just now.

"We are here to capture Kant, don't make trouble for us."

"Looking for trouble? You damn guy, won't you let me eat?"

The werewolf jumped down from the workbench and pounced on the man at the door. The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense. Just when Martha thought she was safe for the time being, the door frame next to the man, along with the wall facing The wall of the street collapsed with an explosion.

"Ah, ah, it's too dark here, I can't see the baby's handsome face at all," a thick but artificial bass voice came from the ruins of the collapsed wall, and he uttered "giggle" like a mother With the laughter of a chicken laying eggs, he teased, "Look, in this dark environment, my precious dog has become restless."

The werewolf who had just jumped off the workbench gritted his teeth viciously, but for some reason, he didn't get angry.

"What did you do just now?" The wizard at the door asked in a deep voice, "Don't reveal our whereabouts."

"I'm going to touch up my makeup, hehe, what are you afraid of, my baby," a violent gust of wind blew out of thin air at the door, blowing away the smoke and dust from the collapsed wall, exposing a dazzle of delicate peach red to the sun, it was a A lace-like gown like a skirt, a bald man with a Chinese character face is wearing that gown, showing off his figure, which is obviously a disobedient scene, but Martha feels a sense of harmony inexplicably. Yanli, he covered his mouth and looked at Martha from a distance, causing her to feel a colder fear than when she was watched by a werewolf just now. His eyes were not looking at a human life at all, but It's an object, "It really is a beauty, no wonder my baby is so restless."

He crossed his hips, looked at the wizard at the door, and said with a smile, "Exposed? Am I exposed? You are wearing a wizard's robe standing on the street. Is this exposure?"

"Really?" The wizard looked at the collapsed outer wall. There was already a lot of movement here, but there was no one on the street. He shook his head and said, "Kant may have noticed the abnormality here. We If you don’t chase after me, I’m afraid you’ll get lost.”

"What are you afraid of? We can cross the straits to catch up with my little baby, so why are you still in a hurry?" The alluring man tilted his head and said pitifully, "We have to enjoy the rare happiness, don't we? "

"Do you know what you're talking about?" the wizard gritted his teeth and asked.

"I've been reading poetry recently," the alluring man said inexplicably, "I think poetry can make me more beautiful."

"Can poetry help you catch Kant?"

"Of course," the alluring man blinked and smiled at Martha, "I leave small gifts to those I love—but big gifts to everyone."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" The werewolf squatting on the ground finally couldn't hold back and roared.

"This is the treasure I discovered recently, baby, an Indian poet, I am so sad when you say that about me," the alluring man took out a book from nowhere and shook it in his hand , "I want you to taste this little cake."

"Can I eat?!" The werewolf became excited again, turned his head violently, and stared at the numb Masha like a ghost.

"Of course, our business is important, but how can I refuse my baby's request for a snack?"

"You guys are so crazy!" the wizard gasped while holding his forehead, "This is England, damn it, you two don't think the British Aurors are that bunch of trash, do you?"

"They can't control us," the alluring man stood outside the house and waved his hand. There was no magic wand in his hand, but Martha felt a sense of restraint, and then her body floated up uncontrollably , and flew towards the workbench, she struggled desperately in the air, but in the face of magic, these struggles were helpless.

The werewolf laughed, comparing his sharp nails on Martha's neck, as if looking for a suitable position for his lower mouth.

"Take the first bite by yourself." The alluring man said indifferently, as if this should be his original voice, "It's just a dirty Muggle, what are you arguing about? Every moment in the world Someone died, and it was her honor to die like this."

He was standing outside the shop all the time, and it seemed that he couldn't stand even setting foot in a Muggle shop.

The man at the door turned his head and turned his back to the store, not wanting to watch the bloody scene that followed.

"Who pushes me forward like fate?"

"That's me, striding behind me."

"Oh, I love Indians so much."

Martha closed her eyes sadly, a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes, she could feel the werewolf's breath getting closer, his nails were getting closer and closer to her neck, her blood became cold, she recalled the In the afternoon when I used up all my savings to sell this store, everything had just begun...

She remembered that in the United States, she was treated coldly by other apprentices in the store because of her gender, and she accumulated broken threads and rags every day for practice,

Every month, I can receive a remittance slip from the UK and a long letter from Mrs. Cole. Although she left the Westside Orphanage, she can always know which child is sick and which child has found a good family. There are a few more children in which room, and these letters from across the ocean are like Mrs. Cole accompanying her, surrounded by countless brothers and sisters.

But what she likes most is the last part of reading the letter. At the end of each letter, there is a familiar name signed there—Nelson Williams.

She could read the handwriting and knew that it was signed by Mrs. Cole. She also knew that Nelson had done all the care that a big brother should do to every child who came out of the Westside Orphanage. How could he have so much money? It must be hard for him to support so many people, right? Until she saw a short story in a brochure introducing famous cruise ships - a young nuclear physicist named Nelson Williams was feeding seagulls on the Icarus, and told a small story on the same ship. The boy patiently explained the difference between seagulls and pigeons—he was still as gentle as before, but he had changed to a job he didn't understand.

Martha's heart ached. In the back room of the shop, there was another robe that had not been finished for three years. Maybe the boy who had cured her would never wear it again.

Before her eyes flashed like a movie for a short period of ten years, and soon froze on the screen in Paris.

"call……"

As if it was a breeze, or someone breathed in her ear, Martha fell into memories and fell asleep peacefully.

The instant she closed her eyes, a red light lit up, and the werewolf reached out to Martha's arm and disappeared.

His muddy pupils dilated suddenly, and his own hand disappeared in front of him like this? A trace of confusion appeared on the werewolf's face, and his brain was still sending feedback to him to control his arm. After a pause of several seconds, the belated phantom pain instantly washed away all the nerves in his body, and the pain swept away like a tide. He was rolled in and torn to pieces.

He wanted to cry and be born, but his frantic brain could no longer control him to make this kind of action. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, his body was twisted and deformed in pain, his strong muscles tore through his dirty coat, and he The hair grew from his face, and the moment he landed, he turned into a drooling and twitching wolf, struggling to command his limbs to get up and escape from here, but his disobedient limbs were twitching on their own, Just looking at it can feel great pain.

"What are you doing?" The wizard at the door noticed the change here, took a step forward, and stepped into the store with one foot, but when he took the next step, he was interrupted by a flying book, The book of poems hit him and flew towards the store, he glared at the seductive man beside him, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

"He's already a dead dog."

The coquettish man said indifferently, as if he had completely forgotten what "baby" said just now, and stepped back quickly, his eyes widened, staring at those red eyes that suddenly lit up in the store without blinking.

"Damn it, it's a trap."

The coquettish man glanced at the wizard's right foot stepping into the shop, and sneered, "If you can come back alive, go to our third agreed place and wait for me... What a useless dog."

He glared at the werewolf twitching on the ground, and disappeared without hesitation.

The wizard looked at the store, and was immediately locked on to those red light spots, his hair stood on end, a slight chill came up in his heart, and he wanted to pull his feet back.

But his body was no longer in control, and he took the initiative to walk towards the store with stiff steps.

The scattered bricks returned to their original state one by one, and with a dull "bang", the intact door closed behind him.

In the dimly lit store, there are scattered book pages everywhere.

"I leave small gifts to those I love - and big gifts to everyone."

It’s still the same poem, but it looks extremely hopeless at the moment.