My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"My God! Newt Scamander is beating Mr. Conder!"

The commentator and the audience screamed together, and Newt, who was sitting on Zou Wu's back among the beasts, raised his head in dissatisfaction and glared at the commentator.

"Oh no, no." The commentator quickly changed his words, "Newt's gorilla is beating Mr. Kant! My god, my god, this looks really painful..."

In the water curtain showing Ludwig's picture in front of the auditorium, a two-meter-tall chimpanzee was pinching the back of Ludwig's head and inserting his head into the ground of the stone platform. With five fingers growing, he slapped Ludwig's butt vigorously like a palm.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!!"

"Snapped!!!"

The gorilla's arms are muscular, and each swing is extremely powerful. With each slap, the spiderweb-like radial cracks under Ludwig's body deepen, and apart from the instinctive twitching every time he is hit Besides, Ludwig didn't react at all like a corpse.

"Is he dead?" Alphard asked in a low voice in the audience.

"Probably not. If the giant orangutan shot with all its strength, Ludwig should only have two calves and the parts above the ribs." Dwight, who knows something about magical animals, shook his head, "But with this strength, it seems At least it hurts."

"Hey, it looks like he can't keep his butt."

"As long as he doesn't die, Miss Joy will heal him."

"I hope his ass is not enough to support him to participate in the second round of the project," Alphard said maliciously, "then Miss Joy can use her medical skills."

"Sorry, Newt," Tom shook his head with a complex expression when he heard the howling from the commentary booth and the seemingly absent moans on Newt's platform, and put his hands on his buttocks when no one was prepared, "Sorry, Ludwig."

The people in the auditorium only saw Newt sitting on Zou Wu's back watching Ludwig, muttering non-stop. If they could hear Newt's voice, they would be quite shocked.

"Parseltongue, huh?"

"Quick clearance, right?"

"Why don't you put on a show and make gestures before leaving?"

"I even left a group of little fairies specially for you on the field. Isn't it easy to catch them?"

Newt gritted his teeth and thought in pieces, every time he said a sentence, the slap of the giant orangutan would fall on Ludwig's ass on time.

After a while, under repeated beatings by the giant orangutan, Ludwig finally became silent.

"Stop, don't really beat the warrior to death."

Newt urged Zou Wu to take a step forward, and gently grabbed Ludwig's shoulder with his paw, but he still didn't respond.

"Shouldn't it?" Newt jumped off Zou Wu's back in doubt, "The strength of the orangutan is not so great..."

Just when he was about to step forward to check, Ludwig's body suddenly twitched, followed by the sound of glass shattering, which was the final warning from the Iron Armor Curse on his body, which was on the verge of extinction.

Ludwig slowly stretched out his right hand and groped back and forth on the ground. After a while, it was covered with the hair and dust of magical animals. Finally, he touched a crack that was strong enough to draw on, and stuck it in with four fingers.

"Mr. Scamander," Ludwig clasped the crack made by the gorilla with his right hand, and propped up his body vigorously. There was no trace of blood on his swollen face, and his whole body convulsed violently, but he finally He got up anyway, and sat weakly on the ground, revealing his left hand hidden under his body. He smiled wryly, "I underestimated you."

"No, you're very tenacious," Newt shook his head. He didn't expect this kid to have such toughness. Most people would probably pass out after being beaten by the giant orangutan's magical fist for so long. After such a long time, Newt also felt sincere admiration for this unbeatable Xiaoqiang, "Ordinary wizards can't bear this kind of injury."

"You're joking," Ludwig smiled wryly, with his left hand still under his body, "I have used all my magic power to maintain the protective magic of my body, and you didn't ask that orangutan to break my bubble head curse Otherwise, I might have died in the gas of the poisonous leopard long ago."

"Uh..." Newt scratched his head embarrassingly, "The poisonous gas of the sac leopard is still too dangerous for students like you, you can choose other levels, and it's too late to go now, I think the judges will give you the most You deduct a little point."

"Thank you, but no need." Ludwig's bruised and swollen face was magnified by the bubbles of the head-bubble curse, which looked extraordinarily funny. At this moment, his eyes could hardly be opened, and he said angrily, "I think I can go down One off."

"What?"

I saw Ludwig took his left hand out from under his body. This may be the only part of his body that was not injured. He clenched his left hand tightly, holding his thick black wand tightly, standing outside Newt and the water curtain. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, he let go of his left hand, and three dazzling gemstones slipped from between his fingers and fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound, which was extremely sad against the backdrop of his indistinguishable swollen face , but for Ludwig, who was sore all over his body, as if every bone had been displaced, this was exactly the symphony of victory.

"When did you—"

At this moment, the replay of Ludwig's acquisition of the three gems happened to be released on the water curtain in front of the auditorium. His posture of struggling to win was in stark contrast to Tom, who passed the test easily.

After preparing the protective spell and the bubble head spell, Ludwig rushed in without hesitation, with a determined smile on his face, as if he had a lot of ideas about taking Newt down, but his resistance was like the bubbles on his head Generally vulnerable.

Even without those big guys, when he took the first step, a long-awaited vampire bird flew out from the hair on the top of the leopard's head, and performed a "vigorous show" for him on the spot.

In the singing that was comparable to the cry of a mandrake, Ludwig did not make any effective resistance, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees on the ground. There was even a confident smile on his face .

This is not because he still has a back hand, but because the singing of the Wretch bird has paralyzed even his facial nerves.

Flick off your clothes when it's over, and hide your merit and fame deeply. After the performance, the slut bird lightly landed on the top of the leopard's head and cleaned its feathers with its sharp beak.

After weighing it over and over again, Newt found the only gigantic orangutan among the big guys that would not kill Ludwig by mistake, and asked it to come out and give Ludwig a massage.

The giant orangutan waved its two thick long arms, staggered into the arena, and howled excitedly. It held Ludwig's back neck with its big hands, and pressed his face firmly into the ground. , and then it is the link that everyone loves to see.

Ludwig threw the wand back under his body with the last bit of strength, and pressed his left hand tightly with his body.

Never underestimate the heart of a championship contender. Although he was beaten overwhelmingly, he was always waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow him to leave a trace of magic beyond his protection and seek victory.

Seeing the next scene, there was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

"Mr. Kant's first gemstone actually belonged to the gorilla who beat him for more than ten minutes!" The commentator exclaimed, "Oh my god! He is so brave, he is not afraid that he will poke himself with his wand if he does this. Do you stab your stomach right?"

During the beating, Ludwig, who was gradually getting rid of the influence of the Wicked Bird, was once again sober in his eyes. He forgot how many slaps he had been slapped, and he used his right arm to support his butt when he was hit hard. On the ground, the upper body was lifted up, which seemed like a normal reaction after being hit, but only Ludwig knew that this time he raised his upper body more and fell slower.

"Gems come flying—"

A few seconds were only enough for him to cast a soundless Flying Charm. He turned his head and fixed his eyes on the gorilla behind him. This stupid big man seemed to be showing off his spoils, and he tied the gems to his chest like a medal. On the long hair, but the hair is not a brooch after all. The bright gemstone slipped down and fell under Ludwig under the pull of the spell. In one scene, he himself was immersed in the beating and couldn't extricate himself, apparently throwing his "medal" behind him.

Ludwig held the gem tightly in his left hand, waiting for the next opportunity.

"His second gem came from... oh my god, it came from it!"

The commentator has said too much "God" today, which makes him seem a bit unprofessional, but no one can do better than him. There is an unwritten rule in the British Quidditch commentary circle. When using modal particles to express exclamation, commentators need to avoid repetition, such as changing words such as "Merlin's pants", "Merlin's toothbrush", and "Merlin's alarm clock", but today he was shocked too much , so much that he even forgot about Merlin.

"How did he come up with the idea of ​​taking the gemstone of the poison leopard?" The commentator danced and exclaimed, "What a crazy idea! You know, at least a hundred adult wizards are needed to capture an adult poison leopard... Uh, Let's not talk about where Newt Scamander's venomous leopard came from, but this at least shows that its toxicity is much more violent than we imagined."

"The more violent the poison, the more active it is, and the easier it is to deteriorate." Ludwig smiled reluctantly, and then coughed violently. From the blood around his mouth, it can be seen that he obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries, " As students of Durmstrang, we've been making poisons since first grade..."

I saw the poison leopard in the water curtain yawned because it didn't have any sense of participation, and with this yawn, the gem wrapped in the venom in its mouth fell to the ground lightly, because the venom was so sticky, it even yawned. It didn't bounce.

It lowered its head and glanced at the black gemstone. It really didn't want to eat things on the ground like a dog, especially since the gemstone has its own venom protection, no one would be interested in it... It persuaded it with a simple mind Myself, besides being wrapped in venom, the voice is not too loud.

But this extremely slight sound was heard by Ludwig.

He tried his best to open his swollen eyes, followed the same pattern, and grabbed the gem into his hands with a painful expression, and this gem made his expression even more painful.

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, Newt lost his game!" The commentator laughed like a duck.

Originally, Ludwig had no strength at all, and even his magic power became weak, so he simply lay down and let him fight, but the less than a minute that Newt stopped the giant orangutan gave him a chance to breathe , but he still lay motionless, waiting for the last chance!

Finally, the merciful Newt asked Zou Wu to find out the truth. Its gemstone was hung above his head with a thin rope. When Zou Wu pulled Ludwig with his hands, his expression became tense until he couldn’t stop. The patient Zou Wu lowered his head and arched his shoulder with the tip of his nose.

The rope that tied the jewel seemed to be temporarily added, and it was very fragile. With a light wave of Ludwig's intact left hand, the jewel was actually picked off by him.

"He didn't even use magic!" The commentator seemed to want to say "Oh my God", but he stopped in time, swallowed, and said softly, "Merlin's fork! It's really tenacious, even worse than those knees in the national team. Zhou's players are too strong, you know? I thought there was a new rule for Quidditch, and every player had to slide and kneel on the ground while playing!"

"Ahem." The assistant once again brought his topic back to the Triwizard Tournament.

"Mr. Scamander, have I passed?" Ludwig put his wand in his mouth and tried to stand up with his left hand, but a piercing pain crushed him instantly.

Newt hurriedly stepped forward to support Ludwig, and he grabbed Ludwig's left hand. Although the venom of the sac leopard deteriorated quickly, the venom he held still corroded his palm to a bloody mess. There is no skin at all, and the bright red flesh stained with the soil on the ground looks filthy.

On the wrist of his left hand, several conspicuous veins have turned black, and his hand has been arched into a chicken claw due to convulsions, and he is holding his wand entirely by willpower.

"You bastard!" Newt snatched his wand, took out a bottle of powder from his pocket, poured it into his palm, took his wrists and rubbed them together.

"Mr. Newt, why wouldn't you use the Disarming Charm to take my wand from me while I'm down?"

"I'm an expert on magical animals, not an expert on disarming spells," Newt shook his head. "In the rules I made, I can't even help magical animals arrange tactics. This is a test of magical animals, not anything else."

"Thank you!" Ludwig grinned and smiled.

"It's a pity, the side effects of this drug are a bit big!" Newt muttered dissatisfiedly, "It would be great if it didn't restore other trauma."

Feeling the strength and vitality gushing out of his body, Ludwig bowed deeply to Newt.