My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"So she became so manic because she recognized a thief as her father?" Nelson lowered his head and flashed a spell.

The smoke dissipated, White knelt on the ground, holding the wand that had been dropped earlier, while Barry was limp in her arms, sleeping soundly.

"White! Calm down." Andre poked his head out and shouted from the air. A curse flew across his scalp quickly. He retracted his neck and whispered to Nelson, "Master Grindelwald is not a thief. !Because of the mark of a saint, she couldn't leave, so she tried every means to disrupt the situation in every mission, but Lord Grindelwald spoiled her too much. Instead of punishing her, he assigned her a few more powerful fighters Wizard protection is also a kind of guardianship."

"Oh, this..." Nelson hid behind Andre's iron wall, and took out a stack of tissues from his pocket. He was only wearing slippers, feeling a little cold, and couldn't help curling his toes.

"What are you doing?" Andre couldn't help asking when he saw him pull out a tissue, "Did you catch a cold?"

"No," Nelson shook his head, "It's just for fighting, by the way, can I hurt her?"

"Try not to...she's just a little naughty," Andre said with wry eyes despite being constantly struck by White's spell, and finally he added, "if it's possible."

"Okay." Nelson rolled his eyes, looked back at Zweig who was lying on the ground and his face was still smoking, and pouted, "Your doting on her is really outrageous."

He picked up his wand and pointed at the paper towel. Under the urging of the magic power, the paper towel slowly twisted and deformed, and stretched into a huge and tough steel wire mesh, just big enough to fill the section of the corridor.

"He's fine." Andre explained in a low voice. "He's not an ordinary human being. A spell of this level won't hurt him."

"Don't stand out," Nelson warned, grasping the wand and remembering the feeling of first getting it in Ollivander's shop.

A faint white mist spread around him, and soon filled the entire corridor. Nelson couldn't help dripping sweat on his head, and White's spell kept bombarding Andre's armor, but After all, Andre was an experienced and highly skilled old wizard. Although his Iron Armor Curse lasted for a long time, he did not waver in the slightest.

Seeing the fog in the corridor getting thicker and thicker, Andre's eyes flashed with surprise and appreciation, and he sighed, "Your Transfiguration is very good."

"What did you say? Is this transfiguration?" Nelson didn't know what kind of magic the mist he seemed to be born with was. In fact, every wizard is born with his own unique talent, which is related to talent. It is usually manifested in the first burst of magic power when he reveals his talent, and the special phenomenon when he has the first magic wand-he is the first time to complete his vision of last year, he is sweating profusely, and finally, in When the visibility in the corridor was so low that Andre couldn't see his face clearly, he took the opportunity to throw the iron net with a levitation spell before White shot a blocking spell.

"Ouch, what is this!"

Unlike the gunpowder smoke raised by battles that needs to dissipate slowly, Nelson's mist is extremely unique. It does not dissipate, but frantically rushes towards him as Nelson hangs down his wand. In just a second, the fog in the corridor is gone. Dissipated completely.

White was hit by the iron net, holding his head to protect Barry in his arms, Nelson saw the timing, stood up, and pointed at White's wand, which was extremely stable.

"Drowsy." Under White's astonished and unbelievable gaze, a faint red light just hit her shoulder, and she struggled to put herself under it, closed her eyes, and hugged Barry's body limply.

At this time, Nelson's iron net was also rapidly deformed under the command of his wand-a padded rope net firmly bound the two, and it grew a separate rope, trapping itself on the ceiling pipe , and then the rope shortened, and the two wizards were hung in the sky.

Nelson straightened up and was about to walk in the direction of the two of them.

"Wait," Andre called to stop him, "the wand is coming."

As soon as the words fell, the wands in Barry's and White's hands flew towards him. Nelson couldn't help feeling scared when he saw White open his eyes and stare at him.

"Your tactics are advanced, but the spell is quite simple. Who are you?" Andre grabbed the two wands, half curious, half praising, "To be honest, I can't see you clearly. The level of your spells, except for Transfiguration is quite subtle, other spells can be cast by any school student who studies hard, even without the need for senior grades-but school students want to beat White. Impossible. You're British, you go to Hogwarts? But how—"

"Hahaha." Barry suddenly opened his eyes, and winked mockingly at White, who was face-to-face with him in the net, "If you act like a ghost, why don't you drink my footwashing water, the feeling of being tied up How about this wave, this wave is feeding a tiger with your body."

"My cooperation is not bad." He smiled at Nelson, "I knew you must understand my tactics. Although there are discrepancies, the effect is outstanding, isn't it?"

"With all due respect, Barry." Andre rubbed his sore waist, frowned and stared at Barry, wishing to kick him, "I didn't see what your so-called tactics were, in fact, you put yourself It doesn't serve any purpose other than to create difficulties for us."

"It's not important. What's important is that you caught her, didn't you? When I go back, I must ask Lord Grindelwald to ground her. She has completely lost the face of the saint." Barry did not lose face, he still He mocked White with a grin, "Do you think you are the only one who is good? Tell you, this is the one who fought Albus Dumbledore... By the way, can you put me down?"

"I'm afraid not, Barry." Andre spread out his hands, and behind them came the sound of a person getting up from the ground, panting heavily.

"I haven't asked your name yet." On the one hand, Andre had some doubts about the so-called record of fighting Dumbledore. In fact, this is what Nelson told Barry. On the other hand, he had to pay attention to this message and Nelson's young Seeing the exaggerated face and the fighting ability he just showed.

"My name is Igor Karkaroff." Nelson said without thinking, while urging with concern, "Take them back quickly, look at Barry's arm, he is bleeding."

"It doesn't matter," a thick male voice interjected, it was Zweig, the wound on his bloody face was healing, and he waved his wand, leaving only a white mark on Barry's bleeding arm.

"I really didn't expect this person to be a nanny." Nelson cursed, but immediately drew out his wand, stepped back and watched several saints nervously against the wall——

Zweig untied the rope slowly and said, "We would like to invite you to the humble house and take this opportunity to thank Barry for his rescue."

"No, thank you—" Nelson yawned, "Go back first, I will write to Barry if there is anything else."

"That's so embarrassing, we have never let our friends suffer." Zweig's berserker-like face revealed unfathomable intelligence, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said slowly, "By the way, Kaka Mr. Love, your last name should be Wertling, or Williams?"

As if his tail had been stepped on, Nelson took a step back and watched the saints nervously against the wall.

"It seems that I guessed right." Zweig laughed, "Wildening by the water—we have been looking for you since the war, but we didn't expect someone to send you to England, no wonder it took so many years There is no sound at all."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Nelson leaned his back against the wall, his brain running rapidly. He saw Barry and White being put down, and the two minions hiding in the ward were also called out by Andre At the port of the gangway, a few wizards out of the wind looked down, thinking of the wizards on the deck and flying around the cruise ship, and suddenly felt that they had no way to escape.

"I shouldn't be nosy..." Nelson warned himself earnestly, nervously calculating the escape route, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead again, and after a while, he put down his hands dejectedly, the battle just now had consumed him He has too much magic power, except for those two who have no resistance, he can't beat anyone here.

"Is this how you saints treat those who have just helped you?" He opened his mouth, trying to persuade them with his mouth, and let him live.

"Yeah, isn't it the best way to repay your benefactor?" Zweig turned his head. He had been whispering to Barry just now, and Nelson cursed in his heart, but he had to listen to Zweig.

"I know that you have misunderstood us saints. The entire wizarding world has a deep prejudice against us, because they are afraid that our new ideas will smash the dignity they ruled and squeezed. New things will always be affected in the process of development. The persecution of old things. And White also hurt your trust, we will make her apologize to you." Zweig explained earnestly, he looked polite, which was extremely inconsistent with his wild appearance, unexpectedly he still A wise general, "These are inevitable in the development of history."

"Are you still quite advanced?..."

"I understand your resistance, but please believe, Mr. Wertning, your father has always been respected by us." He continued, "We have been looking for people who were injured by the war all these years, not because we want to Want revenge, but want an apology and compensation, begging for this hatred to be resolved."

"Wildening, don't believe them!" White said through gritted teeth like an angry lioness.

"What can I do?" Nelson smiled wryly. The situation was stronger than others, and he had no choice. "I hope that in my next life I will not meddle in my own business."