My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"He...he was taken away, captured...was..."

Berlin, next to the sculpture, a passer-by in a trance is hugging the leg of a witch rushing out of the alley, murmuring inarticulately, for a wizard who is used to weird talks, this kind of dignifiedness is like punishment from God The miracle is even more shocking, "Being, being, being..."

As one of the people closest to the "scene of the crime", he lived in a nearby residential building and was already frightened, not to mention being affected by the current escaping in the air, which made him unable to speak a complete sentence at all.

And the witch held by him was a member of the Rogue Gang who came here immediately after Thunder disappeared. Her whole body was covered in a thick black robe with a hood, not to mention her appearance, she didn't even show her figure at all. Well, it's strange to wear such a thick robe in this kind of weather, but in this kind of place, it's normal and a bit abrupt.

"Stop singing!" The witch whose legs were being hugged kicked her legs intensively. She no longer cared about having a good time like this. She just wanted to shake off the pendant on her thigh, but passers-by were stimulated by the electric current. The stiffened arms hugged her even tighter, so the witch had no choice but to stop the movement of her legs, and while ordering the accompanying gang members to investigate the situation, she grabbed another passer-by who hadn't forgotten to pack her clothes, and asked urgently, "Where's the guard at the warehouse?!"

"He...he's in the box," this passer-by was much calmer than the last one, as if all he could think about was collecting the clothes, he didn't stop at all, pointing blankly Pointing to the wooden box with a hole at the entrance of the freight yard, he said, "Go now, maybe you can find some more."

The witch glanced suspiciously at the passers-by. She listened to the wailing of herds of beasts coming from the iron cage in the freight yard. She felt nervous for a moment, but she still mustered up her courage and raised her legs towards the wooden box, but the road that hugged her thigh The hands became tighter, and the witch was dragged staggeringly and almost fell down. She stood up straight and winked at her accompanying companions angrily.

"Damned!"

In the next second, the stun spell flew from behind the witch and hit the pendant on her leg. The passerby tilted his head and passed out without any resistance. However, the witch's face did not improve at all, because the passerby who passed out Instead, driven by the instinct of the body, he hugged him even tighter.

"Do you want to cut off his arm?" The companion who shot the stun spell saw that his spell had exerted a negative effect, and his face was a little uneasy. A rivet on the leather jacket, rubbing his hands, warmly approached the witch, and smiled flatteringly, "I promise you won't spill blood on your beautiful dress."

Another bald-headed wizard with pale skin and thick dark circles walked slowly past, licked his lips, and looked at his spineless colleague with a sneer.

"Beautiful dress? Don't do this kind of thing with your eyes. It's okay to accidentally cut off this guy's head. In case you hurt the lady's leg... Suck," the witch held her hand as the two sang together. The hand holding the wand was lifted up and shuttled back and forth between the heads of the two. The bald wizard quickly shrank his neck and said angrily, "Let's get down to business first, and the lady can solve these problems by herself."

"Let's go together," the witch lowered her head and tapped the passer-by's arm. The painful expression on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a peaceful baby sleeping in the mother's arms. The witch effortlessly lifted his arm She took it off her lap, turned around and walked towards the goods yard. The two wizards walked on her left and right. The scene just now looked a little warm, but there was a trace of fear and even fear in their eyes, " Pay attention, don't let the people around run away, we must prepare for the worst, if he really dies, we must not let the news here leak out."

"I've already surrounded this place," the leather-clothed wizard who cast the stun curse nodded, "I understand that we've been too conspicuous recently, and I'm afraid many people hate us to the bone."

"What are you worried about? You're just a little guy. A thug like you can find a job under anyone... Oh, except for the self-proclaimed Lord Grindelwald," the bald wizard said eccentrically, pulling out The wand was raised to his mouth, followed by an unpleasant incantation, the tip of the wand was lingering with a green light, he stuck out his tongue, and the two people beside him felt sick to their stomachs, this is not like a normal person's tongue, it is Thin, long and flexible, the tongue coating is covered with a layer of fungal yellow powder, which looks like a slug wrapped in bread crumbs. He didn't care about the sound of gasping or retching from the other two, and rolled his tongue Holding the wand, he took a sip, his eyelids twitched, and he gave a wet and weird smile, "And I will protect you, I have learned that Thilo Krell, that dog-eyed guy who looks down on people With all abilities, as long as I am here, the rogue gang will remain the same as before, my brother, I will arrange for you to see the gate... As for you, ma'am, I will do everything to protect you, as long as you are willing to take off this suit The robe that gets in the way, let me—"

He glanced at the witch with wet and undisguised greedy eyes, licked his shiny teeth, and showed a handsome smile.

"That's enough, the Rogue Gang accepts rogues, not perverts," the witch quietly distanced herself from him as if she had touched something disgusting, "You make me feel that the Rogue Gang is a An unscrupulous organization that likes to fight against heroes, and then gets hung up and beaten all day long."

"Why do you like those funny cartoons so much? It's just a stupid Muggle fantasy," said the bald wizard, puffing out his chest, "You might as well pay attention to the high-quality men around you, such as me .”

"Understand, the lady is from America," the leather-clothed wizard, who had been silent for a long time before he recovered from the bald wizard's tongue, gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm going to soak your wand until sooner or later. In the cesspit..."

"What did you say?!"

"Hush!"

The witch stopped the two of them, and before they knew it, they had already walked into the warehouse, only a few steps away from the wooden box, looking in through the hole in the box, it was a dark mass inside, and they couldn't see anything It was clear that there was not even a sound. This silence was more worrying than the endless wailing in the surrounding piles of iron cages. She noticed the dark red blood stains on the stubble on the broken section of the wooden box, and stepped back. two steps.

"What's wrong?" The leather wizard raised his wand and looked at the wooden box vigilantly.

"Let me see," the bald wizard sniffled, and his expression became weird. He cautiously approached the cage, but even then he couldn't see what was going on inside. He lowered his voice, and his perverted appearance faded away. Getting serious, "It's the smell of blood."

"Blood?"

The witch frowned suspiciously. As soon as she finished speaking, a pale arc of light lit up in front of her. The bald wizard who had just approached the wooden box yelled in horror, and his wand uncontrollably fired a firework. With sharp eyes and quick hands, the wizard pulled his companion back, and swung his wand towards the hole in the wooden box.

"There are many obstacles!"

A loud incantation sounded, as if the louder the sound, the stronger the power. The impediment spell hit the white light head-on, and accompanied by a dull bang, a black shadow flew back and crashed into the box, knocking the The broken wooden box was completely smashed.

The bald wizard stood up straight in shock, and poured a spell towards the box angrily, but his spell was as soft as a human being, and the destructive effect was not even as good as the leather wizard's impeding spell.

The only effect of his spell might be to splash smoke and cloud the view, but soon, the three of them became less calm.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a beast-like man squatted on the ground and raised his head. He had dark skin, a loincloth made of snakeskin was wrapped around his waist, his upper body was naked, his thick chest muscles and thick neck were smeared with ink. Turned gray but still able to see the once bright colorful patterns, only half of one ear remains, the other ear is wrinkled like a dumpling, his neck is locked by an iron chain thicker than his wrist , a circle of bloody wounds have been worn on his neck, and the iron chain has been broken in half by something. On his abdomen, a bunch of blue and purple bruises are very conspicuous. This is the obstacle just now. wounds left by the curse.

He opened his mouth, bared his sharp white and blood-stained teeth, and cast beast-like gazes at the three people who were looking at him.

At his feet, the guard of the freight yard was lying quietly, his neck was bitten to a bloody mess, and he had already lost his life.

The three of them raised their wands at the same time, and the witch looked at the bald wizard from the corner of her eye. His indiscriminate bombardment just now did not cause even a little damage to the "goods" in the box, but it perfectly restrained the man. The iron chain was knocked off the metal post behind him, and the unshackled man was like a tiger in the jungle, squatting on the ground, his bare feet dug two holes in the muddy ground, and he put his hands on the ground , his muscles tensed, and then he swooped towards the three of them like a cheetah.

Naturally, they will not sit still, but the man's speed is so fast, I am afraid that even the real beasts in the jungle can't match him. I saw him flickering like a ghost in the hail of bullets under the curse, and in an instant, he pounced on the bald man. In front of the witch, he opened his mouth wide open, biting towards the throbbing carotid artery.

"What is this? A wizard?"

Just when the three of them were terrified by the man's quick skill, a dark green halo suddenly appeared behind his back, just when his teeth were about to approach the bald wizard's throat, and the next second he was about to bleed like a warehouse guard. When it splashed around, the dark green halo distorted and deformed, condensing into the shape of a man, and without stopping too much, it got into the back of the man's head.

The man's movements suddenly stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed, and his killing intent froze.

The three people in distress had seen the green figure, which was the magic that the leaders of the rogue gang often showed. They didn't act rashly, but looked nervously at the man who suddenly stiffened like a statue.

The muscles all over his body were twitching, the expression on his face struggled for a moment, he raised his hands and looked in front of his eyes, after a while, he raised his head again, his eye sockets were already filled with faint dark green magic light.

He looked at the three people who were still in shock, and said softly again: "What is this?"

The two wizards looked at each other, not knowing what he meant, but the witch quickly understood what he was thinking, and said, "This is the new cargo that arrived at the No. 13 freight yard today. Someone should have ordered a strong Muggles."

"Muggles? Huh?" The man squinted his eyes, crossed his hands, and held the iron chains wrapped around each other's wrists. After a burst of force, the iron chains twisted and deformed as if melting, until they fell off the wrists, "This Muggles? You don't even know wizards? You idiots."

Hearing the word "idiot", the two wizards who were still worried at first breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were not uncomfortable being scolded, they knew that their leader had returned.

The man half-kneeled on the ground, as if he didn't get used to this body. After trying for a long time, he couldn't stand up. He simply sat down on the ground. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two wizards. The thick and short wand stayed in the hands of the bald wizard.

"Wand."

The bald wizard hesitated, but did not move. Instead, the witch stepped forward and presented the wand with both hands in front of the man.

"You... you'd better use mine, his wand is not very good."

"He just licked it," added the leather wizard, offering his wand. "You can make do with mine."

The man showed a dissatisfied smile, stayed on the bald wizard's face for a few seconds, grabbed the witch's wand, and said, "Go get the money later, and buy a new one at the hiding place or Diagon Alley."

"We still have the Gregorovitch-"

"Go buy a new one."

"Okay." The witch nodded and retreated to the position just now.

The man waved the witch's wand for a moment, as if re-taming his arm, and it didn't take long for the movement to go from mechanically rigid to natural.

"Are you in any trouble?" the witch asked with concern as she helped the man up.

"Hmph... Krell was captured by the British, Vronsky was killed by Harriman, and Harriman himself was imprisoned, and he was lynched somewhere," the man said with a cold snort and narrowed eyes , the green light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "I have to do it myself, a bunch of trash, even a freshly graduated Auror can't handle it."

"Kant, he..."

"Dead," the man pouted, feeling the witch's movements froze suddenly, he said with a strange expression, "what's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing." The witch noticed her gaffe and lowered her head. "Are you alright?"

"I met the damn Dumbledore, and I played two moves with him. It was a tie, but I gave my body there."

"That just now?"

"He called for shameless foreign aid, but how could he kill me?" The man twisted his neck and said, "I like this body, young, strong, and full of magic power, but I don't know why Africans don't like to use magic wands. De, go find me a dress."

"Then shall we still notify them as before?"

"Change my name this time," the man twisted his neck and made a series of crackling noises. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's call him Riburn. I have been reborn and become stronger."

Dark green magic flashed in his eyes, like a snake waiting for an opportunity.