My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Who are you guys?" The bearded man leaning on the seat was drenched, trembling his neck, and shouted fiercely. It seemed that the louder the person at this time, the more likely he would be able to seize the opportunity. The situation he didn't know made his cognition completely collapsed. At this moment, all he could see were snakes, snakes, and snakes all over the ground!

"Who are we?" Tom chuckled. He bent down and picked up a slender green snake, held it in his palm, and handed it to the bearded man's shoulder. When it approached him, the little snake jumped lightly and hung It reached his ear, then slid down and wrapped around his neck with the movement of Tom's hand.

"Who are we?" Nelson repeated the question, looking at the stiff murderer in front of him who dared not move, he was a little confused, it seemed that he was about to take revenge, but his heart became more calm, that kind of just The resentment and excitement when he picked up the fir wand completely disappeared when he actually faced the enemy, and he kept repeating the question in a murmur, as if he didn't know the answer to the question, and the way he was talking to himself seemed a bit strange. Nervous, Troka couldn't help taking a step back.

"I just don't like you, so I want to punish you."

The fat man with a big beard didn't dare to look directly at them. He turned his face away to keep the little snake wrapped around his neck away from his eyes, and secretly looked at them from the corner of his eye. Nelson sat opposite him, like a teacher on the podium looking at them. The students made those small movements that they thought were hidden, and the antics of the bearded man amused him.

"You can't do this, you don't have the power!" The bearded man blushed, his neck was thickened, he was panting heavily, and growled in a low voice, "I admit that I have done some sneaking I’m going to surrender myself, which family are you from? I’ll return the things! You can’t lynch!”

"We don't have one, don't you have one?" Tom finally couldn't help but stand up, pointing at the bearded nose, he scolded with red eyes, he didn't know if it was because of his unknown magic, or because of his anger , "It turns out that you are still a stealthy scum, people like you really don't regret death."

"Didn't you come to me because I stole something?" The bearded man rolled his eyes, his anger seemed to return, and his body relaxed. Going up to the snake head that was looking at him, he tried his best to smile at Tom and said, "Two... two gentlemen, you may have found the wrong person. Apart from stealing, I haven't done anything harmful to the world. Just let me go." Me—don't worry, I will not dare to blame you, and I will help you catch the person who committed the crime and chop it up, this... It's my honor."

Nelson glanced at Tom suspiciously. He wasn't sure if he really caught the wrong person. Tom also turned his head to look at him and shook his head. He was very sure of his magic, and looked at the bearded man again Lifted his chin.

"Think about what you have committed recently." Troka standing aside couldn't help but said. He saw Nelson's clenched fist and the veins on his forehead. He was afraid that this unscrupulous scum would say nonsense again. And his own tavern, he scolded angrily, "Don't make the two gentlemen even more angry, lest you will be tortured."

"You?" Tom turned his head and found that the vampire bartender who brought him lemonade had been there all the time. He shook his head speechlessly, with "Why are you still here?" Turn around and leave without hesitating. As a vampire with a long life, he knows very well what the snakes in the tavern represent. He also knows that there must be something for two underage wizards to find trouble with people with their wands. Vampires have a long lifespan, but If you really want to live a long life, you cannot do without this kind of useful survival experience.

"Troka!" the bearded man called hoarsely, "please help me, I am your regular customer."

"I hope you still have a chance to join us." Troka, who walked to the edge of the bar, turned around, shrugged his shoulders at the bearded man, showing a helpless expression, he called a young bartender, and said something in his ear, He sent him away again, went to the door and closed it, and went back to the bar to continue wiping his glass.

"Sir, two gentlemen, I really have not sinned against you, please forgive me!" The bearded man seemed to have fully awakened from the wine, and his intelligence returned to his brain, and he began to beg continuously, such a fat man was beaten by two In contrast, the scene where the much thinner boy is pushed into the corner does not seem to be inconsistent.

"Think about it carefully, what nasty things have you done?" Tom stepped on the chair next to the bearded man, took out his wand and pressed it against his temple, wishing he could kill him with a spell.

"What... what is this?" The bearded man squinted at the small black stick, Tom ignored him, although he didn't know its purpose, but he felt the danger instinctively, how dare he hide it, like a bamboo tube pouring beans He said everything about himself without hesitation.

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"First... sir, I stole the wine from the church for communion."

"That's not it."

"I... Let me think about it. When I was in elementary school, I bullied a girl in my class."

"Is it related to me?"

I don't know how much time has passed, and the lips of the bearded man have turned white and peeled. He remembered that many years ago, when his ideal was still a lawyer, the bishop of the diocese told him that he would count his sins to the angel after death, Then he decides whether he belongs to heaven or hell according to the balance of good and evil. He forgot the snakes on his neck and feet, and counted his sins one by one like in a fairy tale, "Am I dead? ? Are you God?"

"You still have God in your eyes?" Tom laughed. He had seen many believers, but this was the first one that was so funny. He said softly, "I'm a devil, you can't see God."

"Yes." The bearded man's eyes dimmed, and he continued to state dryly, as if confessing, but he still didn't mention Jonas, "When I first arrived in the UK seven years ago, I burglarized a house in Northern Ireland... ...there were only a pair of blind mother and child left in that family, so I—”

"Okay, don't talk about it." Nelson interrupted his speech, "I'm not interested in your scum career, think about it carefully, what did you do yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" The bearded man came to his senses. He blinked and asked suspiciously, "Yesterday I didn't do anything. I was drinking in a tavern. Other than that, I stabbed a German to death. What's wrong with that?" ?"

"What did you say?" Nelson's emotions came back, and the murderer's tone was so casual that he trembled all over.

"I didn't do anything yesterday. I was drinking in a tavern. Other than that, I stabbed a German to death. Sir, what's the problem?" the bearded man still asked lightly. He didn't even think it was a sin, and continued to repent of things from a long time ago.

"You don't need to go on." Nelson didn't want to listen to this man's nagging anymore, he stood up, walked to the side of the bearded man, and looked down at him condescendingly, "You took away a person's fresh life, didn't you Any guilt?"

"Did you really come to me for this matter?" The bearded man seemed to be more shocked than Nelson, and he argued loudly, "I am a patriot! Is there anything wrong with avenging my motherland? Resisting the invaders What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about!" Nelson forgot his identity as a wizard, he clenched his fist, and slammed the bearded man's disgusting-looking garlic nose.

All this was too fast. When Tom came to his senses, the tangled and dirty beard of the big beard had been changed by the sticky dark red blood. With his fisted left hand, he punched harder at the nose that had already opened the dyeing workshop.

"I'm a Polish!" Nelson is a teenager after all, his fists are not that powerful, even though he is a bit special, but the wizard's strengths are not in the body, even though his face was covered in blood from successive fists, the bearded man still struggled He spoke, "Germany invaded Poland yesterday! I met a German on the street talking about Poland. I thought he was an accomplice, so I beat him and killed him. Is there anything wrong with that? Yes, You are powerful, you can play with snakes, I dare not move in front of you, but the Germans have invaded my homeland, he is my enemy, so is there anything wrong with me killing him?"

"So it's not wrong for us to kill you, is it?" Tom secretly squeezed his hand holding the wand, and spun it against the bearded man's temple, and the skin on the bearded man's forehead twisted into a swirl shape.

"That's right, haha." The bearded man finally figured out the ins and outs. He spit out bloody phlegm, which stuck to Nelson's shoe. Trapped me, tortured me, even killed me, but I got my revenge, you know? The gray-haired German was still saying his wife's name before he died, but she was a widow."

The bearded man grinned with scarlet yellow teeth between his teeth, and the smell was even worse mixed with the smell of blood. He looked at Nelson unscrupulously, and laughed mockingly, "Look at the color of your hair, are you his son? How pathetic, little—"

"Pfft——" Tom waved his wand in disgust, the bearded man whimpered and couldn't open his mouth or speak, and the snake on the ground, which was originally quiet, twisted and crawled along with the hissing sound from his mouth. Putting on the body of the bearded man, he was tightly tied to the seat——soon the bearded man became a "snake pile" with only his head exposed. The smell rose from the nose, and Tom looked down at the water stains on the ground, and jumped back a step, "Tsk, it's disgusting."

"Gal, what are you going to do with him?" He turned to look at Nelson.

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