My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Ludwig passed through the hail of bullets and threw himself to the top of Alexander's head, and his own broken wings could no longer maintain his flight. After putting the two of them back to the ground with the last bit of strength, he lost his balance completely. Driven by inertia, it flew towards the pointer throne.

Nelson's familiar blond hair appeared in his eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The test can indeed reveal many problems. It seems that the defense of the head is not enough."

Nelson stood up from the throne with his hand on the armrest, holding a wand in his left hand, and pulled a flower in the air. Alexander's head was soon covered by the fog of disorientation.

He stretched out his empty right hand, and a flash of lightning shot from under Alexander's feet into the sky and shot into his hand.

On Nelson's shoulder, mist of loss poured into his hand, condensing into the handle of a double-pointed spear. He raised the spear and pointed at the three people on the opposite side.

"bring it on."

Ludwig closed his eyes and rushed towards Nelson, but a sudden pulling force from his lower back made him open his eyes, turned his head, and saw Tom holding a black chain and pulling him back.

"He's been preparing for too long, we can't do without you." Tom patted Ludwig's shoulder with a smile, and took out a bottle of Baixian from his pocket, "Let's recover now, when you recover Come help us again, by the way, save some money."

"You are indispensable." Margaret hummed, "A warrior cannot be left behind."

"En!" Ludwig nodded vigorously, and unscrewed the lid of Bai Xian with trembling hands.

Rescuing Ludwig took too much time, causing Tom to lose the opportunity to attack, and the fog of confusion quickly spread in front of them, just excluding Ludwig.

Ludwig swallowed and looked at the wall of fog that was stirring in front of him. Countless faces poked out of the fog and were caught by pale hands. It was obvious that there was a great danger hidden inside. He couldn't help worrying about the other two warriors. .

"Come in when you're ready," Nelson's voice came from the mist, "I don't want to take advantage of others."

...

In the lost fog, Tom and Margaret kept a distance of two meters, and groped forward towards the direction of the throne. This happened to be the furthest distance they could see each other and help each other. The two held up their wands, I am well prepared.

Three silver shields flew around the two of them, and a rope net hidden in the dark was ready at any time. Tom called out small snakes and swam on the floor, looking for Nelson's figure.

"clang!"

Tom turned his head sharply and looked behind Margaret. The point of the spear flashing with lightning came out of the mist and was barely blocked by Margaret's backing silver shield. The silver glow still melted the silver shield quickly.

Tom's backhand shot an obstacle spell behind the tip of the gun, but it hit the empty space. Nelson missed a hit and quickly fled away.

"It's so fast!" Tom gritted his teeth and shouted back, "Kant, when you saw Gnar just now, was he wearing a coat?"

"I did not notice--"

Ludwig yelled, pulling his throat.

"Let's do something..."

Tom cursed secretly, and continued to move firmly in Nelson's direction, while cleaning up the mayflies on the road.

"Get down!"

Margaret suddenly yelled. Tom didn't understand why she yelled, but he still bent down instinctively. He saw the point of the gun piercing out of the fog of confusion in front of him, and it missed. That one rushed to the tip of the gun, and this time it seemed to hit, the muffled sound of the blade piercing into the flesh came from the mist.

"L……"

It was the sound of blood dripping. Tom's expression was a little anxious, but he still maintained the speed just now, and continued to move forward until his feet stepped into a puddle of water on the ground.

He turned around and found that Margaret had fallen behind.

Three meters away from him, a pair of hands made of white mist were slowly covering Margaret's eyes.

"I understand why your eyesight is bad, Miss Sagan," Nelson whispered in her ear, "It's not that you can't see clearly, you just want to see more clearly. Since ideas can come true, can you see the appearance clearly? what differences are there?"

Margaret was stunned, her hands were hanging limply by her side, and only her last rationality maintained her movement of holding the wand.

A thick wall made of lost fog approached from behind Margaret. The tiny face was full of unwillingness to die and nostalgia for memory. Hands made of white fog protruded from the fog wall one by one. They either hugged or dragged, gradually closing the distance between Margaret and the wall.

"Your transfiguration is a confusion spell, right?" Nelson asked softly, "No, all your magic is a confusion spell."

Margaret's eyes widened, and the double image of the lost fog in front of her made her feel dizzy.

"Trick the masonry into thinking they're soldiers, fool the hair into thinking it's the blade, fool the enemy into thinking they've failed, fool the wand into thinking you cast the right spell," Nelson marveled, "have to Said, how can there be such unreasonable magic in the world, even if you didn't use it deliberately, but I really almost agreed to your invitation that day."

"I……"

At this moment, Margaret was completely covered by the outstretched hand in the lost mist, and the thin mist was invading her body from her ears, nose and mouth along with Nelson's voice.

"But you are afraid of it, so you choose to keep your mouth shut, and you even seldom talk to people," Margaret, who was disturbed by the fragmented memories in the lost fog, only felt that Nelson's voice was gentle and full of bewitching, which made her agree. "You're afraid of it, just like...you're afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid--"

"Margaret, are you afraid of me?"

On the rostrum, Dumbledore, who noticed this scene, frowned, stretched out a hand, and held it against his nose. His eyes were patrolling the auditorium, as if looking for a familiar figure.

"What the hell is Wiltoning doing?" Constance's expression was equally serious, "You taught him this too?"

"No, but these two things combined..."

He shook his head and remained silent.

"Margaret, don't be afraid." Nelson encouraged, "I have nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing in the world to be afraid of."

As early as when he signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, Nelson had already noticed the strangeness of Margaret's magic. That night, he asked for help from his former subordinate who was on a business trip in France, because he proposed a replacement to go to the Antarctic scientific research. , The reply was quick, and with the help of Gallon, a medical case sent from St. Pinel's Magic and Mental Hospital presented Margaret in front of Nelson like an autopsy.

A young witch who was once thought to be a Squib or a Silencer, after three years of conditioning by Nicole Flamel, was finally able to release her magic. She had an uncontrollable ability to confuse others since she was a child, but this It also makes it difficult for her to use other magic. In addition, the magic power released all the time makes her develop slower than ordinary people, and her body and magic power are extremely weak, especially her spirit. Squeezed dry, and it only got worse as she consciously fought against her ability to do so.

"Everyone says you are a heterogeneous, even your most respected Nicole Flamel called the help to you as 'treatment', but are you really sick? Is it different from others is a heterogeneous?"

"I'm a different kind, I'm sick and need treatment..."

"Your brother is being bullied by others in Beauxbatons every day for supporting you," the white mist had already drawn Margaret closer to the fog wall behind her, and she was bound tightly by chains of pure and flawless shackles. , "If they can really 'cure' you, then why are they afraid of you?"

"Yes, I'm not a patient..."

Margaret's breathing gradually stabilized, and her tense expression relaxed, revealing a mournful face. Some people are like this. If they don't make any expressions, they look like crying.

"No! Monster!"

The lost fog contains the memories of all the dead. A sentence coincided with Margaret's reverse scale, and her mood suddenly became unstable. The fog wall finally found an opportunity to invade her spirit and pull her consciousness into the In the blurred illusion.

"I!"

She took a big gulp of air, looked at the pure white world surrounded by skyscrapers, and raised her hands blankly.

"Sorry, Miss Sagan," Nelson stood in front of her and said with a smile, "You are too difficult, I can only trick you into this place, but don't worry, the magic power in the Misty Illusion is different from the outside, you can finally Get some sleep."

The scenery changed quickly, and Margaret appeared in a room on the top floor of the building next to her.

Nelson stood outside the door and said softly, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up, you will feel refreshed."

From the audience's point of view, Margaret was engulfed in white mist, and then walked out with her head down inexplicably. Just when they thought Nelson's magic had failed, Margaret suddenly raised her head, her eyes Pure white waves surged in the sky, and then he raised his wand, and self-rotating sharp blades were born from the void, and pure white soldiers walked out of the fog wall holding various weapons.

Is Margaret going to fight back?

Everyone thought so, and she did it, but she was attacking everyone she could attack indiscriminately.

Soldiers charged into the mist, wreaking havoc while the whirling blades flew through the air, hitting Tom straight in the back, and were fortunately held back by the barrier, which might have been glorious otherwise.

"Miss Sagan! Sagan!" Tom turned his head, "What's the matter with you?!"

What responded to him was a series of sharp blades after the position was exposed.

Margaret's unconscious attack lacked her restraint, the blade became indestructible, and Nelson's property was also badly damaged.

"Oh...it's too difficult for me." Tom sighed and dodged forward to avoid the attack.

"I'm coming!" Ludwig's voice sounded from behind Tom.

"You're coming." Tom took the time to reply, "You can get your pension if you come later."

To resist Margaret's indiscriminate attack, find Nelson's direction, and turn around to talk to Ludwig, which made Tom feel extremely tired.

"wind!"

Ludwig screamed with the unique voice of the supersonic bat, and then, a hurricane with sonic waves came from behind Tom, and the lost fog that lacked maintenance became thinner and gradually dissipated. The surrounding scene also became clear.

The fog cleared, revealing the figure of Nelson standing proudly in the center.

He is holding a light gun, and it seems that he has maintained this movement for a long time.

He was wearing a shirt with oily cuffs, a pair of well-washed overalls, and a pair of high-top dragon leather boots, with the trouser legs tucked into the boots. Tom could even imagine him assembling those pieces in this suit. Gears, the scene that endows each mayfly with intelligence.

The right hand holding the light gun is covered by the "armor" made of gears. The structure without any protection ability cannot be called a real armor. The gears rotate rapidly, pulling the transmission shaft to lift the spear, as if growing outside the body. Average muscle.

A red lens floats in front of his right eye. Nelson closes his left eye and leans back in a standard javelin pose.

Every gear shone with astonishing light, and their rotational speed even exceeded the limit of naked eye observation. Only discs were seen sitting around Nelson's arms, and the magic power was transmitted upwards from the gears on his shoulders, acting as a gear When it goes out and stops spinning, the next cog takes over its power, and the magic is transmitted to Nelson's wrist within seconds.

Tom raised his wand and waved it wildly, one after another powerful spells rushed towards Nelson without money, but the power of the light gun was too powerful, it could have hindered the progress of magic, not to mention the endless mayflies standing in an iron wall in front of Nelson.

In the next second, the sound of breaking wind and a ray of light passed by Tom's ear, and his ear was even cut by the gust of wind.

But Tom didn't even have time to check his wounds. He turned his head in horror. Ludwig still had that confident smile on his face. He spread his wings, held the spell tightly, and swooped forward, ready to rush to the rescue. , but a light gun pierced through his right chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The electric light from the tip of one gun paralyzed his whole body, while the silver light emitted from the tip of the other gun began to dissolve and deform from his chest. His wings became shriveled and gradually shrank into his body. His fangs, red eyes and other non-human The features are also gradually faded.

His expression didn't change at all, but the smile on his human face looked sad and embarrassed. His throat suddenly moved, and then there was a sound of retching, but what he spit out wasn't blood, but It's a green toad.

It raised its head, looked at Ludwig who was nailed to the ground, stuck out its tongue, and poked his ankle. Then, it hopped and hid in the fog that hadn't completely dissipated.

Nelson took a deep breath, and the gears all over his right arm fell off one by one, and they fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Now, it's just us."