My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Where can you escape? Kant, to be honest, you let me down."

In the alley next to King's Cross Station, Ludwig leaned against the filthy wall, clutching his bleeding neck, his chest heaving violently, his bright eyes fixed on the shadow at the entrance of the alley, he thought I want to turn around and run away, but there is really no way to retreat.

"Why should I repay your expectations?"

"I saw your performance in the Triwizard Tournament. Although you are weak, full of loopholes, and ridiculous, I still recognize your tenacity. Tenacity is a necessary characteristic for the birth of any great wizard."

The shadow at the entrance of the alley let out a piercing and ear-piercing sneer, and with a wave of his hand, a green curse struck towards Ludwig's direction. The curse was far away from his position, but he was already exhausted. Ludwig, who couldn't move, gritted his teeth and rushed forward with all his strength. A faint, fragmented black shield formed like a tortoise shell on his back. The light spread across his whole body in an instant, making him tremble as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. The small shield behind him made a crackling sound, and a piece of debris surrounded by green light fell out, split from the middle, and divided into pieces. The two limp and soft bat wings stopped the spell, but the impact of the spell did not diminish. Ludwig lost his balance and fell heavily to the trash can on the other side of the alley. , buried by spilled rubbish.

"But now it seems you have only tenacity, Kant, especially after your stupidity has dragged you into danger again and again, and even this tenacity exudes a disgusting stupidity."

Ludwig didn't respond, didn't fight back, just closed his heavy eyelids wearily.

...

Ludwig was dumped in the rubbish, only his slightly heaving chest proved that he was still alive. At first, he thought he had shaken off the pursuers, so he felt relieved and looked around London for a way to Hogwarts. He didn't know Who to believe, who to believe, the only ones that can be thought of are Albus Dumbledore, who is recognized by the world, and the two friends who met at Hogwarts and met by chance.

His country has become a purgatory, but those he once trusted turned a blind eye to it, as if he was the biggest anomaly in this country, and sometimes he even wondered, could it be that the crazy ideas of German Muggles were actually in the hands of wizards? I got the orthodox inheritance in my heart. A few days ago, I left the tailor shop alone on the same day. When I stood alone at the gate of King’s Cross Station, I looked at the surrounding shops that had been rebuilt in the ruins, and listened to the enthusiastic discussions of passing pedestrians. Ludwig couldn't help but feel a little bit lost, and a little The sense of separation between time and space, as if the place where he came and the place he is in belong to two worlds, but they are clearly so far apart, so close that those ridiculous bombers of the German Muggles can easily fly over London, close to Even he can escape here on a battered broom that is almost disintegrated.

Ludwig was full of longing, looking forward to his own country being improved after receiving help. Even though he knew that the wizards in England might have been exhausted, he still held on to this last hope - he did not expect to be like the British Same, as long as it can be better, it is the greatest consolation.

He walked through the streets and alleys, watching those homeless people who might have been sold to unknown places if they were placed in Prussia, and listening to a homeless man who was not young telling a group of ragged children about a person who was once trafficked and homeless with him. The story of the girl suddenly turned into a witch,

No matter how anxious Ludwig was, it was useless. He had circled the train station countless times, but he still couldn't find the legendary railroad track, nor did he find the bright red, risky car described by the Hogwarts students. Beautiful train with steam.

He is too tired, not only rejected by his hometown, but also rejected by the city of London, he even suspects that the students of Hogwarts have lied to him, there is no train to hope in the world.

But hope had not been found, and despair followed.

When Ludwig walked around the station looking for the Hogwarts Express as usual, a face he never wanted to see appeared in front of him—his grandfather, the man who even went to school for him. The old man, who was unwilling to buy a new hat, grinned at him and smiled.

"Come home with me, Ludwig."

Ludwig's heart became colder. He understood that the old man whose eyes were filled with vicious green was not his grandfather. He rushed forward angrily, wanting to rescue the person he cared about, but he was concerned about his grandfather's heart. On the contrary, the demon who has occupied the old man's body has no scruples. He unscrupulously swayed the power of black magic, turning the alley full of snakes and rats into a dead place, one after another vicious The curse poured out from the old man's wand and fell on the grandson he cared about, beating the exhausted Ludwig like a tattered doll. The wizard, not to mention the opponent, took arguably the most important hostage to him.

Ludwig fought and retreated. When he was forced into the depths of the alley, when he saw the warm little home made of broken furniture behind the garbage dump, he saw the vagabonds carrying other people's leftovers and gobbling them coldly. When he was dying, he braced himself and raised his wand facing his grandfather.

"Do you care about them? Haha," the old man seemed to see something so ridiculous that it was unbearable, the green in his eyes became more and more vigorous, and even escaped, "Ludwig, you are a disease, It must be cured, but this is good news, the little mouse has chained itself."

Ludwig shook his head, his face was resolute like a knight who would only appear in epics, with sharp fangs and black bat wings showing sharp edges, he will use this extremely evil posture to defend himself until it is difficult to change creed.

...

"Snapped!"

A slap fell heavily on his face, shattering the despair of the old land, the grief of wandering, and the hope for the future.

Ludwig tried his best to open his swollen eyes, turned his head sideways, and looked at the vagrants huddled behind the trash can. There was clearly such a wide road behind him, but he couldn't escape, he had no way to retreat up.

"You are so ridiculous, Kant," the grandfather squatted in front of him, staring at him with a pair of indifferent eyes filled with bright green. He glanced disdainfully at the shivering waifs. They couldn't bear this look. Some children even rolled their eyes and fainted because of the fear brought by them, "You are really self-indulgent, do you think you can protect them? Like that Wertling who beat you out of shape? You have someone Ability, to be pierced by a sword? You are a complete loser, I can smell the disgusting incompetence on your body from hundreds of meters away, it is more disgusting than the troll's feet."

"You're right, I'm a total loser."

Ludwig spread his hands and feet, staring at the cloudy sky above his head with a blank expression and numb eyes. The wand he held tightly slipped from his hand, and the bat features that had already been scarred on his body also disappeared in an instant.

"What a disobedient child," the old man smirked again, and ran his nails across Ludwig's face as if admiring his own spoils. "I must find some way to make you obedient."

He patted his skinny chest, gave a thin echo, and said with a grin: "How about nailing this old man to the tallest clock tower in the city?"

Ludwig's body tensed up suddenly, and his slack mind came to his senses. He stretched out his hand and reached for the wand that had slipped from his hand. He glared at the two green spots on his grandfather's face with a distorted expression, which made him extremely disgusted.

"Are you looking for it?" The old man smiled and raised the wooden stick in his hand. A ball of flames rose from his palm and instantly engulfed Ludwig's wand. Ludwig was very familiar with his grandfather's smile. , but under that touch of green, his smile is like a devil, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, "Want to show grandpa a big firework? Like when you pulled that Wertling to explode?"

The old man wanted to say something more, but a soft "bang" interrupted his train of thought.

A stone hit him on the shoulder, looking in the direction from which the stone was thrown, a mess of red hair was quickly retracting behind the garbage dump, he was irritated by the Muggle's powerlessness, he raised his wand, However, Ludwig hugged his leg with his last strength, and the squatting body lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

"Today's astrology is not suitable for mass murder," the old man smiled indifferently, and easily broke away from Ludwig, who was at the end of his battle, and waved his wand, "Get lost."

Under his command, the homeless people who hid behind the garbage team stood up like walking corpses. Whether they were conscious or unconscious, they walked stiffly, passed behind the two of them, and walked out of the alley.

"I will grant your little wish." When all the footsteps around him disappeared, he lowered his head, pinched Ludwig's face with his right hand, lifted him from the ground, and leaned against the filthy wall, He said with a sinister smile, "The garbage dump without the garbage is really clean. Now let's talk about how to make you learn to be grateful."

Ludwig turned his head to one side, not looking at him.

"Did you know? If the great Albus Dumbledore wanted to help you, he should have arrived a few days ago instead of letting me block you here."

Ludwig pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Seize the opportunity to see more of this wonderful sky," the old man held back his temper, showing a kind and contradictory smile, "I'm really curious, why do you always like to fight against everyone?"

"Everybody? Who's everybody? You and your lackeys?"

Ludwig closed his eyes, unwilling to chat with him anymore, but the Cruciatus Curse that followed made him cheer up. The old man opened his eyelids with a smirk, and said indifferently: "Come on, talk to me." Your stupid remarks."

"Huh——" Ludwig broke out in a cold sweat, and he finally recovered from the excruciating pain. The robe on his body was wet with sweat, stained with dirt on the floor and the wall, and became mottled and ugly. He gritted his teeth, Panting heavily, he said, "Are you trying to... huh... bring shame on yourself?"

"It's ridiculous."

"Prussia should have been a wonderful place, like London."

"It's beautiful here? Hehe." The old man sneered, "It's more fragile than the most defective glass."

"That's ten thousand times better than your devil's lair!"

"Anything, anyone, and any system has its own reason for its existence in its time and place. Kant, do you think that Prussia is worse than before? No, it is more prosperous than at any time in history," The old man straightened his chest, and he looked extremely proud, "The weak Prussia is going towards the greatness it once deserved in our hands, there is no doubt about it."

"To become... ahem... a closed madman's paradise? To become a magic cave that makes everyone talk about it? Even an organization like Nurmengard that intends to subvert the world will feel sick when you mention you? Huh?"

"You really don't look like a Durmstrang student."

"What should Durmstrang graduates be like?" Ludwig asked rhetorically, "I aspire to be a good person, is that wrong?"

"Stupid, boy, I hope you can recognize yourself and the world you live in. I value your tenacity and tolerate you again and again because too many people want you to be a qualified, Men who can represent Prussia instead of mutilating a greater cause with your disgusting protection and 'kindness'."

"A greater cause? A greater interest?" Ludwig laughed loudly, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "What career can you have? Have you asked Grindelwald for consent? What a parody!"

"You have long been given up by the Dumbledore you were looking forward to," the old man's face was full of disappointment. He wanted to say a few more words, but Ludwig's words seemed to have pierced his heart, and he did not hesitate Lifting his wand, a dark green bolt of lightning hit Ludwig's chest directly, "Now, I will give up on you because of your stupidity."

Ludwig's eyes went dark, and after a burst of severe pain, he felt a very pleasant relief, which was better than any praiseworthy enjoyment in the world. His body kept falling and falling, and after a long night , finally ushered in white.

"Death Curse... Am I dead?"

Ludwig's face showed strong sorrow, he opened his eyes, and found that he was in a pure white world.

The white here is too pure, the feet are as soft as cotton candy, and the eyes are boundless white, as long as a section of railroad tracks with no end or end can be seen across the picture, adding a touch of vividness and reality to it.