My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What? Why are there two—"

Before "Ludwig" had time to question, his mouth could only make a vague sound uncontrollably. Two Nelson's stun spells hit his chest at the same time, and the two huge forces pinched him in the middle. The ribs made an overwhelmed "click".

His feet were soft, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a "bang". The two Nelsons lost his barrier, and their eyes were fixed on each other. Nelson looked at each other's attire. He was wearing a black robe that was out of season. The upper face has become much thinner, revealing a shrewd and capable temperament, and the fluff on the chin has also turned into well-trimmed stubble. It seems that a long time has passed since now.

"Not soon?" Nelson asked softly, "Did something happen?"

This Nelson didn't answer his question, nor did he make too much eye contact. The eyes of the two quickly intertwined. The elder Nelson turned his head and looked at the car and field that were still fighting fiercely, revealing a trace of imperceptible smile.

He waved his hand lightly, and the air suddenly became humid. The fine water mist was evenly distributed around, and after being licked by the flames, thick fog was stirred up. put out.

Nelson carefully looked at this self who might be from the future. His stern face looked like a replica of Mergan Wertning, but there was no such a bright smile on his face. The blond hair looks silvery in the sun, like a precious puppet made of silver thread. This kind of mirror-like experience gave Nelson a novel feeling, but he didn't give Nelson a closer look Own chance, the Elder Wand in his hand softly slid across the air, and his figure turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared in front of Nelson.

Nelson turned his head. He had already appeared on the roof of the train. He squatted down and stroked gently on the roof of the Hogwarts Express, just like someone who revisited his old place and returned to his alma mater with his fingertips. The motto once engraved on the desk is ordinary.

He raised his wand and gently inserted it into the iron sheet of the car roof without being hindered at all. The crumbling car, which was riddled with holes by the spell, shook violently, and Nelson even faintly heard his heart beating. The sound of a piston bursting, this sound became more and more intense, and the magic power that Nelson felt belonged to the train soon became active, as if he had given life to the train, making this hundred-meter-long ancient magic creation glow with life. vitality.

Incomparably powerful magic power gushes out from the tip of the old wand, exuding an irresistible spirit. The material and structure of the train undergo earth-shaking changes at the moment of contact with the magic power. The crystal-like carapace is like frost and snow on the glass. They grow in clusters like window grilles, and the silver threads are entwined in the core of the crystal, so that they will not be shaken even if they are bombarded by innumerable spells, and the lethal spells in the field rain down on the carriage. , but as if the beam of light hit a mirror, it was reflected in a short time, shot into the air, and was blown away by the wind within a few steps. Nelson was shocked. This kind of crystal cluster-like protection did not transform into some kind of real existence Matter, but a passive thing based on magic power, seemed to be born only to defend against this attack. Could it be that he can already use magic power to create instead of change?

Even though he claimed to have read a lot of books and seen a lot of magic, Nelson couldn't understand the powerful power of his future self for a while.

On the roof of the car, Nelson slid his fingertips across the crystal clusters he created, his eyes passed over the classmates who cast their gazes from the damaged compartment, and he looked at the black smoke rolling behind the enemy, and the crystal clusters under him were still proliferating , becoming thicker and more difficult to shake, he seemed to be an ingenious architect who grew a Hogwarts castle on this crumbling carriage by planting methods—yes, a castle like a crystal palace in the Rising from the rails, the tip of the tower pointed straight into the air.

He finally looked at Nelson, the eyes of the two finally met again, he nodded, his eyes were full of nostalgia for his school days, he raised his hand, revealing the golden hourglass in his palm, the black fine sand in the hourglass quickly fell down When it fell, there was not much fine sand left in the cavity of the upper part. As the fine sand slid down, his figure dissipated like sand thrown into the air, and finally an encouraging smile appeared on his serious face. .

Nelson stood there in a daze, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

Not long after, there was a burst of cheers in the compartment wrapped in crystal clusters. The students inside realized their safety and became as noisy as if they were in a castle. Nelson, who was outside the car, quickly rushed into the charred black frame of the last car, grabbed the stiff Myrtle with his arms, and ran wildly to bring her out.

The moment he left the wreckage of the carriage, the remaining magic power of the train could no longer maintain protection, and the steel frame collapsed like a toppled building block.

Nelson half-kneeled on the ground and lifted her petrification spell. Her body could no longer maintain the escaping posture, and she fell limply into his arms. He sniffed Myrtle, weak but steady.

"Fortunately, I'm fine..." Nelson looked at her sleeping face with a wry smile, "Even the basilisk didn't kill you. If you collapse here, all my hard work will be for nothing."

Myrtle frowned, as if dreaming of something frightening.

After a long sigh of relief, Nelson stretched out his left hand and shook his wrist lightly, revealing the silver chain tied around his wrist and the golden hourglass hanging at the bottom, which was fixed in a regular ring and rotated regularly , the fine sand flowed down evenly, but it seemed to be slightly different from the Time Converter in the hands of Nelson from the future. That one seemed to be more delicate and powerful.

"boom!"

Just when Nelson was wondering why he didn't choose to use the time-turner to return to the Hogwarts Express in the nearest time period, "Ludwig", who had already been hit by two stun spells, got up from the ground and moved like A very dexterous puppet, pounced on the time-turner in Nelson's hand like a hungry tiger, reminding Nelson of the blue-eyed shadows he saw when he faced Borgin Burk for the first time in Knockdown Alley. He realized that the heroic Ludwig also suffered such inhuman treatment after his death, and his face showed anger. While holding Myrtle, he raised the old wand in his right hand high.

At this moment, the enemies who had been lurking in the grass beside them for a long time finally couldn't hold back and showed their fangs. For the sake of the magic spell's hit rate, they even gave up their defense completely, and waved their wands at Nelson. It turned out that it was a group of dead men who did everything they could to achieve their goals, but their target was not Time Converter, or even Nelson. The magic light of the death curse converged on the tip of the staff, and the shouts of "Avada Kedavra" kept coming and going. Spectacular!

They aimed at the myrtle in Nelson's arms and rushed forward. At this moment, Nelson understood that no matter whether the Hogwarts Express was attacked, Ludwig who was dug up into a corpse, or Ludwig alone The Myrtle isolated in the last carriage is a trap for the Time-Turner!

They are far more familiar with themselves than Nelson imagined, and the goal is clear from the very beginning-time converter! This is the ultimate weapon capable of changing everything, reversing the battle situation and even rewriting time!

Nelson instantly understood that they were forcing him to make a choice, whether to give up the most powerful and crucial pawn in his hands, or to save the life of the girl in his arms, which should have disappeared long ago.

Without any hesitation, Nelson swung the old wand in his right hand vigorously at the pounced enemy. The majestic magic power became unstoppable under the blessing of the Deathly Hallows approved by the holder, and the air was almost compressed into a liquid state by the momentum of the magic power. As the situation changed, the thunder dragon roaring like a river descended from the sky, led by the tip of its restless staff, and rushed towards the dozens of death curses, colliding with those despicable death curses with unrivaled vigor, the green dragon The spell was crushed into powder in an instant, and the brontosaurus, which had no attenuation, devoured them without a break.

The black walnut wand appeared in the left hand in a hurry, the silver glow in the sleeve climbed up, and half of the blade condensed, piercing the throat of "Ludwig", but an ecstatic smile appeared on his face , the movement did not stop at all, allowing himself to be pierced by the blade, grabbed the time converter in Nelson's sleeve, and tore it off.

The silver glow lit up, and the magic power belonging to the patron saint was stimulated in his palm, making a "sizzling" roasting sound, and smoke came out, but he didn't feel any pain, instead he pulled back excitedly.

"Hahaha!" A ferocious laugh came from the leaky throat, "Cowardly kindness! This is an infernal corpse! Even the death curse won't work!"

Nelson frowned, and his wand was firmly locked on his chest. Just as he was about to flee away, an invisible wind blade appeared out of thin air, shortening his fingers. The Time Converter fell into the air, and was caught by a The hand that appeared out of nowhere grabbed the blade and took it away.

"this--"

"Ludwig" lowered his head and looked at his palm in disbelief. Nelson sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at him or himself. Everything outside is swallowed up.

...

The thunder subsided, and the original place was replaced by a bottomless pit. Nelson stood at the bottom of the pit, shook his head, and looked up at the cloudless sky.

After a moment of silence, he jumped up, his body was as nimble as a lithe civet cat, his figure suddenly shrunk after the rising momentum weakened, and a delicate and beautiful bird could be vaguely seen from the afterimage. White cat, a silver staircase suddenly appeared under his feet, he stepped lightly on the steps, and he continued to jump up, the transformation of Animagus was so fast that no one who saw this scene noticed it He had just experienced repeated transformations, and the steps quickly deformed and disintegrated after being stepped on by him, as if they had never appeared before, making his gait as if he was stepping on the void.

His movements are confident and relaxed, as if strolling among the flowers in the garden, this posture of climbing up the stairs is very similar to a young god, yawning and leaving the apartment, going to the stable to ride four horses. A chariot pulled by a celestial horse in the sun.

Nelson's enemy lay silently at the bottom of the deep pit, his limbs were buried limp by the scorching mud, and the melted sand covered his body with a layer of glass-like crystalline carapace. The eyes that once belonged to Ludwig were blind. Helplessly opened, looking at the glaring figure standing in the sun, tears flowed involuntarily.

Even though he was exposed to the sun like this, he felt a boundless chill, as if he had fallen deeply into an ice cave. This was something he had never experienced after stealing Ludwig's body and making it into a corpse to control it. It feels that when he plays with the dead, he usually only feels the pleasure of manipulating a marionette. The emotions, emotions, heat, pain, and itching of these bodies are just dust on the puppet, but at this moment he deeply feels that his own It is the saddest puppet, whose consciousness cannot be separated from Ludwig's long-dead body, the pain of the injury, the itching caused by the wound and internal rot, and the sadness of being trapped in the corpse at the last moment of death. Everything was passed on to the soul of this self-proclaimed wizard, and it almost smashed him to pieces.

"How are you going to deal with me?" He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, showing a smile uglier than crying, "Don't forget, this is your friend's body."

"Yes," Nelson smiled, his voice was very soft, but it was enough to reach "Ludwig"'s ears, "Just like you were abandoned by your master, people who are disrespectful to Ludwig will Be the most suitable sacrificial object, isn't it? Your way of playing with the dead is very similar to the black wizards in Egypt, you should remember the curses of the pharaohs in the tomb?"

"you--"

Nelson looked at him with a sarcastic smile as the dirt around the hole slid down and buried his body.

"So what? Do you regret it?" The man in despair sneered a second before his eyes were buried in the mud, "I have already got what I want, and you still lost after all. Your self-righteous arrogance is defeated by your self-proclaimed superior compassion, and your..."

The last handful of dirt buried Ludwig's face, and his voice gradually weakened. Nelson didn't bother to listen to the barking of a defeated dog. He pointed at the bottom of the pit with his wand, and slowly clenched his left hand into a fist. The soil at the bottom was pinched into a square shape by an invisible force, and a steel and square coffin was quickly formed, just like Ludwig's life of being upright and unflexible, and the mottled steel also added a bit of Ruhr. The style of the district - Nelson remembers that it was the place where Ludwig grew up. It was a vibrant city that was once lined with chimneys and the roar of steel could be heard from the outskirts.

Nelson waved the hand holding the wand lightly in the air, his wrist did not tremble at all, he engraved the name of Ludwig Kant on the flat steel surface, gently brushed away the iron filings with the breeze, and waved his hands , The soil around the pothole poured down like a landslide, completely erasing the traces of the battle in an instant.

"Since I have appeared, I will definitely not regret this choice," Nelson said softly, "Whether it is the past, present, or future, I will not regret it."