My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"If you ask me, we can just live in a tent. The tent that Walburga lent me last time is still here. It even has a tea set in it."

Tom held his wand, and like a baboon wielding a stick at random, he chopped off the covered branches one by one, and the branches with the fresh leaves rained down, but fortunately there were no caterpillars or anything on them, Nor did it affect the normal construction of Nelson.

"We're going to stay here for a long time." Nelson was carefully turning the wood cut by Tom into a wooden door and installing it on the door opening of the stone house. A small alchemist less than 30 centimeters jumped out of his pocket. After a while, the entire open space was filled. Under the leadership of a small alchemist who looked like an exclamation mark, he began to level the surrounding land, and picked up the branches that Tom dropped, tied them into fences, and tied them around the hut. He replied, "You can take out the furniture from the tent and put it in the house. Of course, if you want, you can also directly set up a tent in the room."

"Do you think I have such a quirk?" Tom rolled his eyes, looked at the sky above his head that had been trimmed into a standard square, nodded in satisfaction, and turned sideways from Nelson into the hut that had not yet installed doors and windows. Said, "I want that sunny room."

"Okay," Nelson nodded, "remember to install the windows yourself."

"Can't you help me out?" Tom shrugged, leaned out from the empty window frame, grabbed a branch on the ground, and shrank back.

The efficiency of magic is beyond doubt. Under the influence of Zweig's professional construction team, Nelson's business has also become very proficient. It took less than half a day, and even the position of the sun did not move much. This beautiful stone cottage It has already begun to take shape-the surrounding flat ground is full of metal plants for defense, and the fence covered with spikes and magic patterns is staring at the surroundings. Under the "garden", some more fierce machine There may not be any fortress in the world with such a large-scale fortification, but the object they guard is a mushroom-shaped hut with a red roof that seems to have been moved out of a fairy tale.

The stove that Tom had brought out of the tent just fit into the flue of the hut, and a delicate silver kettle was sitting on it, "gurgling" and steaming, and Tom sat on the sofa next to him, rubbing his sore shoulders , looking at Nelson who was giving orders to the alchemist who finished his work and the sun at noon.

"Is it necessary?" Tom picked it up lightly with his wand, and a jet of hot water shot out from the kettle in front of him, and poured it into the teapot beside him precisely. After a while, the whole room was filled with the fragrance of tea, and he was satisfied. Nodding, he bent down and took out a bottle of butterbeer from the ice bucket under the table, "Are you trying to conquer Albania with this formation?"

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years," Nelson gave the last alchemist the task of leading a patrol, turned around, and walked towards Tom, "It is said that there are vampires in Albania, and this kind of creature should not be underestimated."

"Vampires?" Tom grinned mockingly. "The race of the guy who runs the bar in the ghetto?"

"This is the base camp. If we can't keep them all, there will be no masters."

"It's useless to have a master," Tom said, waving his hand, "Did you forget? You came here to practice Animagus. I asked someone specifically. For the next month, this place will be full of people. It's sunny."

"I've always been curious." Nelson glanced at Tom's brewed tea strangely. He also took out a bottle of butter beer from the ice bucket, sat on the sofa opposite him, and opened the bottle cap and drank it. After getting up and down half a bottle, he closed his mouth, swallowed the surge of hiccups, and asked curiously, "Who are you asking? Is there anyone who specializes in weather forecasting now?"

"I asked Mrs. Clemens," shrugged Tom, "and asked her to make a prediction for me, and she promised that there would be no weather other than sunny."

"Guarantee?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Is it so accurate?"

"No," Tom lowered his head, took a sip of the butterbeer in his hand, and said, "She told me that the magic power of prophecy should not be used for such trivial things. Sunny for at least a month."

"..."

"What's wrong with you?" Tom looked up, "What's your expression?"

"Nothing?" Nelson said dryly, "This is indeed an accurate prophecy."

"I'll just say it." Tom proudly raised the glass bottle in his hand, clinked glasses with Nelson, and asked, "By the way, is there a wizard here?"

"Yes," Nelson changed into a more comfortable position, picked up the book he had been reading and said, "Although the vast majority of wizard families in Albania have moved away due to the influence of vampires, there are still a few Most of the wizards who are unwilling to leave their hometowns and the local Muggle-born wizards choose to complete their studies in Durmstrang, which is why the local wizards can achieve a balance with the vampires in the case of a small number."

"I see, this is a den of dark wizards." Tom nodded.

"Actually not. Their attitudes are mainly influenced by their own religion and folk customs," Nelson said, shaking his head. How should I put it? They're even harder to communicate with than vampires."

"Well, I really want to see and see."

"..."

In the haze, Tom only felt that he had a funny dream. In the dream, he was standing on a very high place, and everyone knelt at his feet, while Nelson stood quietly opposite and told him:

"Here, facing mortals, you shouldn't pretend like this."

"Then how should I pretend?"

"Tom..."

"How should I pretend?" Tom asked anxiously, full of curiosity.

"Tom! Tom!"

Tom woke up from the dream and opened his eyes, just in time to see Nelson who raised his arm and was about to slap himself, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nagini is missing." Nelson said anxiously. "I just sent the alchemists to find her, but they only came back halfway."

"Is there something?"

"I think so." Nelson nodded with difficulty, pulled Tom up, looked at his watch, and said, "It's half past two, it's not long, I think there's still time."

Tom clenched his fist and smashed a hole heavily on the armrest of the sofa. The leather armrest slowly rebounded. Tom flicked his sleeve, and the wand appeared in his hand.

"Would you like some garlic?"

"I don't think vampires should come out to do things at this hour."

"Okay, where are we going to find it?"

"Follow it," Nelson said, pointing to the little alchemist next to him, "It said it saw the direction where a large number of little people disappeared, and Nagini probably disappeared there."

"It's really worrying!" Tom walked out of the house cursingly, grabbed the little alchemist and threw it in front of him, let him lead the way at speed, tied his shoelaces with magic, and said with big strides, "I will lead the way, you After the break."

Holding up their wands, Tom and Nelson cautiously walked through the woods. As they went deeper, the canopy above their heads became denser and even completely covered the sky. There was a "rustling" sound, and the two could hardly hear any sound—even their footsteps. Nelson's leather shoes stepped heavily on the moss that the ground had never seen before, without making a sound.

"The sound of the leaves is really annoying." Tom brushed away the thorns on both sides with his protective spell hands, and followed the bouncing alchemist idol in front of him to advance deep into the forest. The small balls are stuffed into the branches of the trees on both sides.

"It's a good thing to be able to hear," Nelson said with a badly inappropriate joke. "At least it proves that you are not deaf."

"Haha." Tom laughed blankly and continued to move forward.

Soon, the surrounding light became dimmer, and only the lighting spells on the tips of the two wands could be used as light sources, making people unable to distinguish between day and night, and the repeated environment also made people lose their sense of time. They couldn't help but start to doubt whether It didn't take too long, the two walked from day to night.

"Gnar, how long have we been walking?" Tom frowned, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and said suspiciously, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon here, and it's only half an hour before we set off."

"Hush——" Nelson signaled Tom to keep quiet, and the two stood still without making a sound, then Nelson turned his head and asked solemnly, "Did you hear the sound of leaves from the beginning? "

"No." Tom listened, then shook his head, and said, "I can't hear anything, not even the wind."

Exploring in places like forests, sometimes quietness is even more dangerous than loudness. When you can’t hear any sound or see any animals, it proves that there is either nuclear radiation or a top predator entrenched here, not to mention Talk about a scene where you can't even hear the wind.

"It's really a good thing to be able to hear the voice now," Nelson said dryly, putting his hands in his pockets, and said, "You stay close to me, and you are ready to reveal yourself at any time."

"Yeah." Tom nodded, raised his wand, his eyes glowed red, he looked forward, his body tensed, and he was already in a fighting state, "Shall I go on?"

"Come on, I'm behind you."

Nelson nodded, and a series of strange devices shining with magic light floated behind him. They fired lasers at each other, and connected in this way, forming a non-physical barrier.

These silver devices are slender and beautiful. The slender cylindrical body is held up by two huge transparent elytra wings that flap rapidly. Fly to the front and arrange on Tom's left and right sides to protect him.

"What is this?" Tom looked up at the silver figure above his head, then lowered his head and looked forward, not daring to relax at all.

"This is a new turret I made. It can fly. It's called Mayfly." Nelson introduced, "Do you like it?"

"The name is not very auspicious," Tom commented. "It feels a little short-lived."

"It's okay, basically cost nothing," Nelson shrugged, "They are as cheap as mayflies, but they are useful."

"As long as there are enough," Tom stopped his scrambling and stood still, "an ant can eat an elephant."

Ahead, two trees leaning together blocked the way, and the little alchemist who led the way for Tom jumped to the junction of the two trees, as if observing the road ahead.

Tom blinked hard his eyes that had become dry due to long-term tension, but when he opened his eyes, the little alchemist in his vision suddenly disappeared.

"who!"

He raised his arm, and a beam of red light shot straight forward, with a "boom", the two trees blocking the way separated a little to the two sides, but there was no other damage, as if their ordinary bark was What powerful magic immunity materials are average.

Hearing Tom's action, Nelson didn't ask what happened, but just raised his right hand, and the red dots on the following mayflies lit up at the same time, and then, one after another spell beams shot out from the red dots, densely covering the front.

"What happened?" Nelson asked nervously, reaching out his left hand, grabbing Tom's shoulder, ready to lead him away at any time.

"I don't know." Tom shook his head, gritted his teeth and stared at the dark bushes ahead, "Your little guy disappeared suddenly, and I didn't notice it. Sure enough, there are unusual things in the woods."

"An unusual thing?" Nelson narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist with his right hand. In the surrounding bushes, in every hidden corner, red lights lit up. Without knowing what the enemy was, he was about to launch a fierce attack!

The forest seemed to have sensed Nelson's desire to attack, and also guessed the possible power. Without any external influence, the two trees blocking Tom's path fell straight to both sides and lay on the ground vigorously.

Looking over Tom's shoulder, Nelson could see that the road ahead suddenly opened up. A naturally formed avenue led straight ahead. On both sides, the crowns of tall trees falling down towards the center were connected, forming an arch-like structure. The scars painted with annual rings are like eyes, silently staring at the two uninvited guests in the forest.

A gust of wind blew by, and Nelson finally heard the long-lost "rustle". These thick trees bent forward under the breeze, as if welcoming two visitors.

Nelson's pupils tightened, and through the vision shared by the mayflies, he saw that in the hidden corners behind these trees, some fragments of alchemy dolls and blood-stained vines were hidden.

A sharp female voice sounded in front of the two, echoing in the bushes:

"Are you also here to steal wisdom?"