My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"There are so many people here, why can't I be here? Professor." In the activity room on the basement of the Slytherin Tower, Nelson stepped out of the shadow behind the door and nodded to Professor Sykes, "Professor, good evening. "

"I'm not fine," Professor Sykes said in a calm tone. "What did you do? The castle almost collapsed."

"We're just practicing the Iron Armor Charm, it's just that this activity room is in disrepair."

"The Iron Curse?" Professor Sykes cast a concerned look at the bustling crowd, and stopped looking at Nelson.

After a while, just as Nelson was about to return to the base of the most comfortable wall, Professor Sykes suddenly said, "To be honest, I feel that a student who has stayed in Nurmengard for so long It’s not appropriate to go back to school.”

"I agree, Professor," Nelson nodded approvingly, "I think the punishment for Senior Jokunda is a bit severe."

"Hmph," Professor Sykes turned his head and glanced at him, staring at Nelson's head, as if trying to see what was going on in his mind, and asked casually, "How is Ilvermorny's teaching level?"

"Very good, a little worse than us, but the atmosphere is good." Nelson replied.

"Where is it?"

"In the United States." Nelson turned his head, looked at Professor Sykes, and found that she did not continue to stare at him, as if casually chatting, so he replied casually, "I don't know which state it is in, do you like Massachusetts? ? If you like it, it's in Boston."

"Boston? I don't like Boston," Professor Sykes snorted and said playfully, "Muggles like Boston very much."

...

Boston, the largest city in New England, maintained its usual prosperity even in the haze of war. Thick smoke from factories billowed up, dyeing the already rainy sky into a thick gray color, and even the Great Lakes were originally clear. The sky above the lake is also shrouded in acidic industrial clouds, but the factory owners are extremely satisfied with the roar of the machines - as capitalists, they will tell you that this is the wonderful color of wealth.

On the sea not far from downtown Boston, the waves are rippling with the same color as the sky. Dock workers are smoking inferior cigarettes queuing up to load and unload goods in the bustling seaport of Boston Bay. The people in this city and the surrounding areas Like the land, the sky, and the ocean, they are running around for the wealth of the capitalists, and they mechanically repeat their mechanical actions. These mechanically yellow and thin guys have long ceased to be modified by pronouns like "they" that characterize human beings.

Boston Bay, the cradle of tea. Row upon row of cargo ships with their sirens honking, many of them have been in service for many years and are even overwhelmed, but the owner's desire for wealth still beats the consideration of safety, or, in this era, , security is the most meaningless thing.

But for the owner of the red-painted cruise ship at the end of the row, safety is definitely the top priority. As far as he knows, every "cargo" in the cargo hold on the bottom of the cruise ship is safe. It is the most beloved treasure of employers.

And just as he was looking at the pier in the distance, praying that the cargo ships queuing up ahead could be loaded and unloaded quickly, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the heavily guarded cargo hold at the bottom of the ship, but there were only four cargo holds covered with black cloth iron cages. .

"You don't even want to call me Grandpa."

Armando Dippet, the current headmaster of Hogwarts who hadn't appeared in public for a long time, unexpectedly appeared in the United States thousands of miles away.

"Grandfather, are you here to see me making jokes?"

In the middle of the cabin, two withered hands held the fence of the iron cage, and a pale, swollen and emaciated face appeared in Amando's sight. He opened his mouth and smiled weakly at the old man outside the cage , There was a sound of iron chains colliding from the cage, and he tried his best to put his face close to the railing. At this moment, this face with all the hair shaved clean revealed a kind of desperate comedy, or comic despair.

"Barry," Armando blinked, his cloudy old eyes were a little moist, his image at the moment is not much better than that of Barry, most of the original smooth silver threads have fallen off, and his back is more serious than a few years ago Bent, the power in his eyes has long since disappeared, and now Armando Dippet looks even worse than the portrait he prepared for himself, the robe that was originally fitted hangs loosely on his body like a quilt on a telephone pole , and even dragged to the ground, he raised his wand tremblingly, tapped it on the iron cage where Barry was imprisoned with all his strength, and said, "I'm here to take you home."

A flash of dazzling white light flashed, and Amondo closed his eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic scene of his rebellious grandson crawling out of the cage, but the sound of the iron cage collapsing in his imagination did not reach his ears. After a long time, he opened his eyes. The eyes were facing Bali's helpless and mocking eyes.

"It's useless, Grandfather," Barry shook his head, shrunk his head back, and hid in the shadow of the iron cage. He even put his hand hard to remove the heavy black cloth covering the iron cage that was lifted by Amondo. After covering it and going back, he said in a low voice, "Go back, I, a piece of trash, have to meet my own destiny."

"No! Barry! You're not—" Armando bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes widened, and he raised his wand again, trying to continue destroying the iron cage.

"Forget it, old man." A mocking laugh came from the cage next to him. It seemed that he was awakened by the light of Amondo's spell, and a black pupil was shining through the gap in the cage. Leaning out his eyes, he coughed violently after he saw Armando clearly, and then let out a sharp laugh, "It's great! It's great! I didn't expect to see this scene before I died! Wonderful, wonderful !"

Armando frowned and turned around, gripping his wand tightly.

The man in the cage slammed against the wall of the cage hard, making a violent noise, and he shouted loudly, afraid that the others in the cargo hold could not hear him: "Wake up, beasts! Our little mule, Barry Beckman It's not Beckmann, he's Dippet, noble Dippet! His grandfather is Armando Dippet!"

"What?!"

In the nearby cage, a man exclaimed in surprise, and then, a big ferocious face appeared between the gaps in the iron bars. Amando stared at his face, his pupils contracted tightly—he remembered this man, Many years ago, when he was not the principal, he severely punished a student who stole property from his classmates. In the world, he found a job that was enough to support himself. Two years after graduation, this student was imprisoned in Azkaban for illegally selling black magic items. I heard that he always felt that his misfortunes in his life were all thanks to Armando. But unexpectedly, he would end up locked in a cage like an animal and placed in the cargo hold.

Enduring the pain, the man brushed aside the broken hair that covered his face, widened his eyes covered with yellow-brown shade, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of stinky and blackened yellow teeth, and grinned, "Old man, Your grandson is a saint, not only that, but he is also a silent one! He is going to die, you old man can always live to the end, this time you will die before your grandson! Quack quack..."

He let out a maniacal shrill laugh, and crazily insulted Armando, as if he wanted to vent his miserable and dirty life with his mouth.

Armando frowned, and just stared at him, the man closed his mouth as if being strangled by the neck, his big face slowly flushed red.

"Okay, just give up," a man in the last cage said flatly, "Principal Dippet, you can't save Barry like this."

"Why?" Armando approached the cage where the last person was locked. It seemed that he was the only one who could communicate here. Standing by the cage, he asked softly, "What happened here? Who caught him?" You? Why are you arrested?"

"Principal Dippet, help me pull back the black cloth, I haven't seen anything for a long time, I'm afraid my eyes will degenerate," the voice of the man in the cage was weak, and he didn't sound like a living person, "And, see I, you know why you can't save your grandson."

Armando took a step forward, tapped the black cloth lightly with his wand, a flash of fire flashed, and the black cloth was reduced to ashes.

"Principal Dippet, there is no need to do this, the flames are a bit dazzling." The man in the cage smiled softly and said, "You may not know me, but I know you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Daguerre. I run several magic shops, and I was once one of the leaders of Second Salem."

The fourth cage was the owner of the alchemy shop that sold the camera to Nelson, but even if Nelson was asked to see him, he would not recognize him.

Armando did not respond to him immediately, but looked in shock at the scene in the cage after the black cloth was removed.

Daguerre was wearing a dirty suit that had been torn into strips, his knees were on the ground, and his feet were densely covered with barbed sharp blades. His two calves and knees were pierced by dozens of blades, and they were already bloody. On the top of the cage, six iron chains hung down, connected with rusty iron hooks, which respectively pierced Daguerre's elbow, shoulder and luteus, and forcibly hung a large living person up. The only thing he could move was His two hands and the head attached to his neck, but every action will be accompanied by great pain, his blood drips and flows into the groove hidden between the blades under his feet, forming a kind of Amando A familiar rune, nourished by the wizard's magical blood, this rune is playing its unknown role.

Ammando panicked, he stumbled back a few steps, leaned against the iron cage that closed Barry, his legs slipped to the ground unstoppably, but he still didn't dare to turn his head, and opened Barry's curtain, Ammando came alive It's been a long time, and I've seen too many scary or shocking scenes, but I can't imagine such a scene happening to my grandson—that rebellious grandson who was a little silly, timid and even regarded as a squib, how could he bear it? Got such pain.

"Thank you, Lord Dippet." Daguerre nodded slightly, maintaining the last trace of demeanor, "I'm sorry that I can't bow to you. It feels so good to see the light again."

"What's going on?" Amando pursed his lips, with a stiff face, mechanically lowered his head, looking at Daguerre in the cage.

"As you can see, we are locked up here. Do you know about Second Salem?" Daguerre shrugged, but pulled the six iron hooks that hooked him, grinning in pain, and said, "My lord , In order to attack the Magic Congress of America, we are going to capture some silent people and wizards with unstable magic power, and urge them to explode downstairs in the Congress, so as to achieve some of our demands."

"We...we?" Armando grasped the key point in the sentence.

"That's right," Daguerre nodded, and said, "To be honest, I'm really curious. Ordinarily, in a family like yours, wizards shouldn't be raised as silent ones. In fact, we don't necessarily have them every year. Find an Obscure, let alone a pure-blood wizard, let alone a saint, let alone—"

"Tell me what you did? How can I let him go?" Amando felt that his patience was on the verge of exploding. He stared coldly into Daguerre's eyes and said coldly, "I don't mind You amuse me, but I want you to consider your situation."

"Sorry, sorry. My lord," Daguerre raised his eyebrows, seemingly unrepentant, but he changed the subject anyway. "See the blood trough at my feet? This is from Second Salem." The sign is a kind of magic unique to us...it can absorb the magic power of wizards, once the supply of magic power is slightly cut off, it will... BOOM."

Daguerre's eyes widened, as if he wanted to simulate the scene of the explosion with his expression, but he failed quickly, and instead made himself seem to have something wrong with his facial nerves.

"Well, the iron cage itself is also part of the magic," he said, giving up his expression and twitching the left side of his face, "Without the help of the members of the Second Salem, there is no way for you to do so without damaging the magic power structure." Fishing people out, and this often explodes, probably...uh, the equivalent of half an adult silent person self-destructing, Barry can't bear such an impact."

"Why was he arrested? He is not an obscurant." Amondo's eyes became colder, he stared at Daguerre's face, resisted the urge to kill him, shook his head, and said, "He was educated to Very well, if it weren't for Grindelwald, he would still be a good boy."

"My lord, I think you should know better than me whether your grandson is an obscurant." Daguerre said, "To tell you the truth, I was the one who caught Barry, even though I am also locked up now."

Daguerre's frivolous tone continued to stimulate Amento's nerves, he removed his seemingly respectful disguise, and said with a chuckle, "Armando Dippet, you don't think that your grandson is Didn’t he become an obscurant after he came into contact with Grindelwald? To tell you the truth, if Grindelwald didn’t show up halfway, your education method would only make him explode on the spot.”