My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 183

The flame is very different from other calamities. When the fiendish fire sweeping over everything is extinguished, only ashes are left on the ground. If there is a gust of wind blowing at this moment, even the ashes will be scattered, and there may even be another firestorm in time. The rain, the bright and clean stone road is clean, just like when it was built hundreds of years ago.

At least the officials of the Ministry of Magic thought so. When Dorian Weasley brought his men down to Knockturn Alley and saw the clear and breezy scene in front of him, he even thought he had broken into a quiet afternoon that had just rained , the surrounding shops are all children's favorite toy stores, and those down-and-out wizards who are bundled up and sitting in rows are children brought by the teacher for an outing. They sit together and play a game similar to "throwing the handkerchief". some kind of game.

"Did someone report a false alarm?"

Dorian said to himself, hoping that his subordinates could give some affirmative response. Almost everyone in the Ministry of Magic knew that two distant relatives of the Burke family had opened up in Knockturn Alley. A store, dedicated to some shady things, every product in the store can be found in the corresponding classification in the Ministry of Magic's "Prohibition of Producing, Possessing, Spreading, and Selling Prohibited Magic Items Items", but he has been at large for so many years.

Dorian belongs to the field department of the Department of Magical Disasters, and he is not interested in these things, but he has also heard stories about some passionate young people who want to attack the Bojinbok Magic Store to clean up Knockturn Alley, but these "heroes" "Story" is often written at the beginning and then ends without a problem. If things go on like this, everyone in the ministry knows that Caractacus Bork is a tough guy who is not easy to provoke, so he has no choice but to let his magic shop open like this.

But today, Dorian was shocked by the scene underground when he was in the air. The originally large shops had disappeared, replaced by several rows of well-arranged, regular-sized, and smooth-walled pits. Once again, on the street that was completely razed to the ground, but still intact, a group of dark wizards on the Ministry of Magic's watch list were tightly tied up and strung together like meat sold by butchers in the market, making Dorian couldn't help but think of himself. My favorite thing to do when I was young and ignorant was to use grass to string grasshoppers in the garden to make "wind chimes" and hang them at the door of my sister who chattered all day long.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a smile, but his expression quickly became serious again. The hard bone of Calactacus Bork is already hard enough, and he really can't imagine what kind of a wizard who can win the result.

"Are you sure you didn't report a false alarm?" Dorian raised his voice and asked again.

But his subordinates still didn't respond at all, anyway, if they could tell with insight that this was indeed a false alarm, they wouldn't have to waste time under their own hands.

Dorian shook his head, gripped the broom with his legs, and led the team to land not far from the group of dark wizards tied up by Nelson.

Seeing the officials of the Ministry of Magic descending from the sky on a broom, Nelson took out a small ball, squeezed it lightly, and a silver glove covered his burned right hand, then he raised his wand and tapped it gently When I tapped the glove, it immediately turned into ordinary leather, and the fingers could move flexibly.

A bald man in a suit struggled to get off the broom and shivered. Instead of checking the scene immediately, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head to stare at the latecomers, as if he was considering whether to leave One of the thicker guys had his coat off.

Nelson went up to greet him, and after several years of absence, this Mr. Weasley who had met once was even fatter, and had completely lost the most distinctive feature of the Weasley family - the striking red hair was gone. Rooted, his bald head gleaming in the sun.

"Sir, you've come!" Nelson happily stepped forward, gestured at the wizards on the ground, and set the tone for today's events, "These black wizards who illegally produced a large number of corpses are really abominable!"

"Inferi?" Dorian's voice rose twice. No one told him that there were inferi here before he came here. He nervously touched his butt pocket, drew out his wand and looked around vigilantly. For most wizards even For black wizards, the word Yin Corpse only exists in books. They have heard of the great reputation of this evil magic, but few have seen it with their own eyes. "Where is the Yin Corpse?"

"Don't worry, we have already dealt with them. All the corpses have been burned. Now there are only these dark wizards left, waiting for you to send them to Azkaban."

"Are you?" Dorian pulled himself together and asked a step back. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the wizards squatting on the ground like quails. Good guys, they are all familiar faces, and some of them are even familiar. colleagues in the department.

"Saved..." A young brown-haired wizard squatting on the ground poked the arm of the wizard next to him, pointed at Dorian, and whispered, "It's Mr. Weasley, we can finally stay out of these two guys' hands gone."

"Hmph, Lestrange, you're overthinking..." The wizard next to him glanced at Dorian, rolled his eyes, and said, "I think being tied up here by Karkaroff is the same as being imprisoned by Dorian. Going to Zkaban makes no difference."

"He works in the Department of Magical Disasters, but he's not in the Wizengamot. How did he lock us in?" Lestrange pouted, and said, "Besides, why does he have trouble with us? We are all pure-blood wizards."

"Are you sick? Are people just out of school so bad at their brains?" The wizard, who was in a bad mood because of being tied up, said angrily, "We are all pure blood and he wants to help us. What is this? Logic? Karkaroff and Chamberlain also seem to be pure blood, did they help us?"

"It's not the same after all..."

"It's really different. The Weasley guy has a more mixed composition. Their whole family is pure-blooded scum. The whole family lives in a Muggle village and makes friends with Muggles... Fortunately, he is not a dementor, otherwise it may be possible. I'm going to kiss you on the spot later." As if thinking of something disgusting, the wizard shivered, turned his back to Lestrange, and stopped talking.

"My name is Karkaroff, sir, a wizard passing by," Nelson raised his right hand and tapped the mask, making a "bang bang" sound, and said, "I'm sorry that I can't take off the mask and mask for some personal reasons. You can be honest, my friend Chamberlain and I came to London for shopping today, but we came across such a black shop, and if we failed to buy and sell by force, they would attack us and even use ghosts... Fortunately, we are more skilled, otherwise you There may not even be a report.”

"Ah... is that so?" Dorian stared at Nelson suspiciously, gesturing with a fat hand behind his back. Although his men didn't wink, they were not low-level wizards, and their intelligence was also normal. Above the level, seeing the gesture, they moved closer to Dorian, spread out, and slowly surrounded Nelson in a huge semi-arc. Dorian pondered for a moment and asked, "Then...Kalactacus What about the infernal corpse?"

"That's right, he should come and talk to you in person."

Nelson nodded, turned and walked towards Tom. Seeing Caractacus pinning himself to the wall, Nelson was taken aback and asked in a low voice, "How did you do that?"

"He's a smart guy, and he knows that nailing himself to the wall is the most comfortable and relaxing thing." Tom grinned and smiled, "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

"Put him down."

Nelson stepped lightly on the ground, and the large crater covered with spikes under Calactacus's feet was immediately filled with the mud that appeared out of thin air. Tom waved his hand, and the "sea urchin" growing on the wall retracted, Calactacus It fell softly, making a muffled "poof", stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Boring," Tom glanced at Dorian and his party who were preparing for battle in the distance, and asked them, "The scrubbers are here? Can we go? Do you want to go first later?" Take a look at the safe house I bought?"

Nelson nodded. Seeing this, Tom kicked Caractacus, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, and said angrily, "Go over and confess your crime. You must explain clearly, understand?"

"Ming...understood!" Calactacus opened his eyes, glanced at Tom secretly and then looked away, nodded vigorously, then quickly got up from the ground and ran towards Dorian, not at all like a victim hurt people.

Tom looked at his fleeing back, spread out one hand, and placed the other hand in the shape of a little man on it. When Caractacus was about to run in front of Dorian, he raised his index finger .

Immediately afterwards, Caractacus's left leg was raised up strangely. He leaned forward and was uncontrollable. Finally, he rushed to Dorian with a sliding shovel in a split position. He glanced back secretly and saw Tom Staring at himself and laughing, he immediately retracted his head.

"How did you do it?" Nelson asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I said, I'm better at dealing with wizards than you." Tom glanced at Calactacus and saw that he was standing straight in front of Dorian. He didn't know what he was talking about. It seemed that he was reporting his situation Turning his head to Nelson, he said triumphantly, "This is a branding magic developed by myself. Dumbledore taught me a magic that transmits messages at fifty distances. The principle of Raitlin's soul magic strengthens the strength of the one-way connection, and can even achieve a certain degree of control."

"I didn't see you cast a spell, so the preparation time should be very short?"

"Do you want to learn? Let me teach you?"

"No, I don't have that much energy," Nelson said wearily, shaking his head gently on his temples, "I've been a little mentally weak recently."

"It's okay to give yourself a holiday," Tom advised, "You are not the kind of wizard who needs to work hard to learn spells."

"Always learn more. Dumbledore was already famous when he was in the fifth grade. Can you guarantee that you can defeat Dumbledore at this age?"

"Actually, there is no need to treat him as an imaginary enemy. He probably won't..." Tom thought about Dumbledore's performance in teaching himself in the past three years, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "But you have to take the initiative, it's better than Passive is good, isn't it?"

"Ah."

"By the way, you were very resistant to my use of this kind of magic before, but now you are more willing to open it up." Tom raised his eyebrows and winked.

"Haven't I ever used the Cruciatus Curse?" Nelson retorted, chuckled, and said, "My previous thoughts were too one-sided. Now that I think about it, we have to deal with guys who are born to be in hell. They are more like devils - when I just burned the corpses, I could feel the release of their souls. I can't imagine how those innocent Muggles were tortured by these wizards. This made me firm, and I was right. Things, under this premise, I don't think it's okay for you to stab Caractacus right through with your wand."

"The pain of being stabbed is nothing..." The red light in Tom's eyes flashed faintly, and he said in a low voice, "I think he should have regretted it now, why didn't he do business well in the first place?"

"I think so too."

"By the way, are your hands okay?" Tom asked casually, glanced at Nelson's gloved hands, and then his eyes drifted to Calactacus, who was weeping and confessing in front of Dorian.

"It's okay, just apply some burn medicine, and you'll be fine soon." Nelson clenched his fist, indicating that he didn't feel much pain, and explained, "It's also funny to say, every time I play with fire, I will be burned by my own fire." arrive."

"Why?" Tom asked, turning his head and staring at Nelson's hand. "Is Fiendfire hard to control?"

"Not really, it might be my problem, I have no problem with other magic, but down to the flame curse, up to the Fiercefire curse, I can't control it very well, no one else has this kind of situation, maybe it's me Magic is not suitable for setting fire...but you see, the most powerful move in my magic is this move."

"Have you asked anyone else? I mean, Dumbledore, or... Grindelwald."

"I asked Newt, and he said that in this situation, I would just find a cute magical animal to stay with. He also recommended me the pygmy puff, but I didn't find this magical animal in New York," Nelson thought for a while and said, "I asked Grindelwald again later, and his statement was a little more reliable."

"How did he say?"

"He thinks it's because I have memories of the Great Fire of Paris in my mind, which makes my magic instinctively resist the flames, so—"

"What did you say?! Why didn't you say it earlier?" Before Nelson finished speaking, Dorian in the distance seemed to have heard some breaking news from Calactacus. He shouted, his face full of disbelief.

Nelson and Tom glanced at each other and walked towards Dorian. Seeing the two walking side by side, Dorian cleared his expression, but when he looked at the second time, he saw two inexplicably familiar figures, and his face was written again. Full of confusion, "How do I feel where I have seen you?"

"Perhaps," Nelson asked. "Is there anything I can do to help with arrests? We'd be happy to help the Ministry of Magic uphold the dignity of the law."

"Ah... no, I've already called the Ministry for reinforcements."

"Then we'll take our leave first." Nelson nodded and exchanged glances with Tom. They disappeared in place before Dorian stopped them, and Caractacus was agitated when he saw Tom's disappearance. He looked eager to try, but he swallowed immediately, fear overwhelmed his previous emotions, and he obediently stretched out his hand, allowing Dorian to tie himself up.

(End of this chapter)