My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 307
"Grindelwald!"

Moran's distorted, huge face with seven facial features was severely crushed by the giant hand protruding from the void, and its facial features were displaced, arranged in a messy manner like an astigmatist looking at an abstract painting. One eye was even beaten out of its socket, hung by a black nerve, hanging in an empty socket dripping with black mucus.

It was stunned by this punch!The huge iron fist crushed this ugly monster recklessly. The scorching steam stuck to its skin, corroding its dark skin like strong acid, and soon exposed the same dark flesh under the skin.

Suffering in pain silently, the slender neck let out a toothache moan, and the tough neck was stretched by a huge force, like an evil god with a snake head in mythology, splattering malicious venom.

It fixed its fourteen eyes on Grindelwald on the rostrum, and screamed, "Grindelwald!"

"Ugly." Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's arm, wiped his eyes with Dumbledore's sleeve, his movements were full of disgust for this ugly thing, and he asked again, "Even Grindelwald? Devore is here now, what are you going to do?"

"Grindelwald!"

This silently showed everyone the most disgusting thing about it at this moment - it obviously had seven mouths, but it insisted on causing a distorted scar on the eyeball that was knocked down by the iron fist, and then "poof" It opened with a bang, and rows of sharp teeth emerged from the cross section of the scar, biting the tongue that crawled out like a snake, and snatching the broken pieces just torn off with the mouthparts popping out of the teeth one by one. Meat.

Facing Grindelwald's appearance, the guests and judges who came to participate in the competition reacted the most. Some even jumped up from their seats in surprise and pointed at Grindelwald's nose. Another chance to eradicate the scourge for the wizarding world.

But before they could draw out their wands, they were stopped by officials from the Three Kingdoms.

"Mr. Grindelwald is the biggest supporter of this Triwizard Tournament, and his desire for peace is obvious to all of us."

"My lords, please calm down. Mr. Grindelwald is a distinguished guest invited by the Ministry of Magic."

"That's right, he was invited by our German Ministry of Magic!"

A group of guests who didn't know the truth were stunned. They couldn't imagine how a notorious black wizard who was planning a terrorist attack not long ago suddenly became "one of his own"
This is a question worth thinking about, but Grindelwald didn't even look at them directly, and was still staring at the empty space in front of Momo with great interest, which made the "mother" have some misunderstandings, thinking that Grindelwald was thinking Ways to deal with yourself.

"I'm feeling overwhelmed! Hahahaha! You will pay the price! You can't afford to get through this mess!" The woman's voice was high-pitched and excited, "I didn't expect you acrobats to get together. Your chance!"

After all, she raised her arms and called out—this description is not accurate, this silent one has collapsed on its own because of its too large size, but the mixed and active magic power is still constantly repairing its body, it The edges of the limbs have merged with the scattered magic power, looking like a broken starfish waving its tentacles.

"My dearest children, tear up the offal! Eat them!"

The woman shouted, her twisted neck hadn't recovered from the punch, and it just dragged the tattered body like this, and rushed towards the tall tower full of students in front of it.

At this time, the students who were still in shock could see its face clearly—its forward body covered the sky and the sun, which was really covering the sky and the sun. It's a lot higher, and any two teeth in the eyeballs can bite them in half.

Even the most disgusting evil god in the classics can't compare to it. Fourteen eyeballs that are gradually melting and absorbed back into the body are staring at each of them firmly. The split mouth on the eyeball sticks out its tongue in a humane , licking the dripping saliva, I don’t know why, everyone can’t move at all, as if under a restraining spell, sitting stiffly in place, playing the shadow of my childhood in my mind—in the memory, The silence in everyone's heart has been distorted to a certain extent, and it gradually overlaps with the figure they were most afraid of.

Almost all the students lost consciousness without any resistance. Black mist gushed out from Mo Moran's body, entangled towards the students like streamers, and at the same time, four-color lights overflowed from the students' mouths and noses, drifting into the In the air, disappeared.

The surrounding air was a bit cold, and the hearts of some elderly or well-informed wizards tightened. This scene reminded them of something that could frighten all wizards—the kiss of a dementor. Even though it was so similar to a dementor, some people had already put oil on their feet and planned to slip away, but looking around, Hogwarts was completely covered by the dark obstacle avoidance, and they couldn't escape.

Some even dropped their wands and sat down in despondency.

Grindelwald glanced disdainfully at the wizards who lost their fighting spirit around him, shook his head, and continued to look at the huge silent man. He still didn't make a move, because he promised Dumbledore that this was a Hogwarts matter.

Unfortunately, it was Slytherin's stand that "mother" chose first.

To some extent, this is another kind of luck for Hogwarts.

Horace Slughorn, the veteran wizard of Dumbledore's time, people's attention is often focused on his "Slughorn family", "Head of Slytherin" and "Master of Potions". Attracted by the label, but finally forget how powerful this "No.3" that came out of the turbulent era is.

He climbed up the railing, stood in front of all the unconscious students, waved his wand, and a silver beam of light flashed past, temporarily cutting off Momo's connection with the students.

"Useless! Useless! Useless!" Inside the silent body, the voice of "Mother" laughed arrogantly, "Wizard? Hahahaha! Useless! Useless! Useless!"

Professor Slughorn tried his best to buy time for the students. He stood in front of him blushing, and silently did not launch a real attack. It was just approaching, but it was already too much for him to support.

A series of fancy spells shot out from the tip of the wand and sank into Mo Ran's body, which seemed useless except to make it bigger, and couldn't even slow down its direction.Professor Slughorn took time out of his busy schedule to look back, and saw Alphard who was sluggish and limp on the ground,

"Blake! What are you doing! Slytherin deducted two hundred points!"

"Teach...professor, what is this...?" Alphard stammered and raised his hand, pointing to Mo Momo who was getting closer.

"Dumbledore gave you something just to scare you here?" Professor Slughorn laughed angrily, "This is the product of the eruption of the silent man's magic power. If you don't move your ass again, I will kill you." beat you like this!"

Seeing Alphard's pale face and almost unable to control his body, Professor Slaghorn frowned, turned his wrist, and a small glass bottle containing golden liquid flew out of his cuff, hitting Alphard with a "swish". On his face, the golden euphoria sprinkled his face.

The liquid flowed down his cheeks to his lips, and was quickly absorbed by the dry skin. He pursed his lips, stretched out his hand hard, and reached for a small silver ball that flew out when he fell to the ground.

"Professor, give me water at this time, I may have to pee my pants." Alphard held the ball tightly, a warm current hit him, flowing down his arms to his limbs, his physical and mental strength quickly After recovering, he grabbed the chair, moved his trembling legs, and stood up.

"I'll frame your trousers and hang them in the auditorium," Slughorn yelled. "Still moving!"

"Huh—it's terrifying!" Alphard smacked his lips, looked worriedly at Moran who was getting closer and closer to the top of his head, he clenched his fists tightly, put the arms of the classmates beside him, and deeply He glanced at his sister who was sitting a little far away, and then, carrying his classmate, threw him off the railing behind the stand!
"Suicide?" He sneered silently, "Do you think the power of the dead...huh? Wait?"

Its tone became astonished, as if the students left behind by Alphard disappeared immediately.

Behind the stands, a somewhat bald, red-haired and chubby man was calling for the rescue team to be busy. The students who were left behind by Alphard were picked up by them and placed in protective tents.

"What a disgusting reptile!" roared silently, speeding up in dissatisfaction. A few black mist just swept across Professor Slughorn, and the skin that was touched quickly shriveled. He turned his head, The students behind him only carried less than half of it with Alfred alone. Professor Slughorn, who was half black and stiff, looked at the other professors galloping on brooms in the distance, and yelled angrily. said, "Black! Slytherin! Five hundred points!"

"Professor, don't deduct it! Slytherin has no points to deduct!" Alfred shouted heavily, his physical fitness had bottomed out, but the time was still so tight and the task was still so heavy. He gritted his teeth and carried He picked up another classmate and walked towards the rear railing.

"Why don't you use magic! Are you a Muggle?!" Professor Slughorn urged.

"Professor! I can't use it! With this monster around, my hands are shaking!" Alphard responded loudly, "I won't talk anymore! I have no energy, Professor!"

Professor Slughorn tightly pursed his lips, Momoran in front of him became more and more irritable, wondering which of the two words "Muggle" or "monster" stimulated it, "Mother" shouted Saying "useless", while manipulating the monster to rush towards the viewing tower, after only two steps, its distorted and terrifying face was almost about to kiss Professor Slughorn.

Professor Slughorn looked at the rostrum that was not moving, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the professor on the broom and the guests headed by Newt who were rushing towards him on the back of the cockatrice. Wand, eyes become determined, time is running out.

"If you can prepare earlier..."

Professor Slughorn raised his right hand high, and just a second before he was about to say the last spell, the black in front of his eyes suddenly became cloudy, and another whirlpool of white mist appeared directly in the stands and the silent center.

Newt was lying on the back of the bird snake, waving his wand anxiously, shouting something with his mouth opening and closing, but Professor Slughorn didn't hear it. Next, accompanied by the regal birdsong, I was blocked for a moment in silence.

The "mother" learned a lot from a pitfall, and silently raised her shapeless "arms", crossed them in front of her chest, and there were a few sinister hands hidden behind her arms, ready to catch the bird that likes to attack at any time. fist.

"boom!"

The moment he heard the sound, he silently opened the twisted arm full of mouth and teeth that was hidden behind the defensive arms, and hugged it horizontally towards his chest. Its reaction could not keep up with the speed of Iron Fist, it could only Rely on prediction.

"Scumbag! Die!"

"Mother" screamed triumphantly, and the entangled arms exerted force at the same time, trying to smash the tightly entangled iron fists.

However, this is not a human body after all, and there is no feedback from phantom limbs, otherwise it would know without lowering its head that half of its fourteen arms were broken, and a standard circular penetrating wound appeared shockingly on its body. The sun shining through the chest made Professor Slughorn feel a little warmth in his heart.

What just happened at this moment entered the mind of "Mother", and what she waited in silence was not an iron fist, but a beam of light hot enough to ignite the air, which silently shot out from the center of the vortex. The arm that was only used for defense seemed to be a gift to it, and was instantly pierced by the beam of light. The "mother" finally understood why the iron fist had such a long interval between attacks.

While cursing and accusing the opponent of being despicable, the long-awaited iron fist suddenly stretched out from the vortex, but it was not a fist, but a big palm, pinched Mo Ran's neck, and then pulled it hard, Corroded by the steam of the lost mist, Mo Ran's huge body was torn in two from the penetrating wound in the center, and the iron fist held the half in his hand forcefully, dragging it into the mist!
The half of it was left silently standing in place, the section was bubbling like boiling potion, escaping with pitch black, and the new upper body almost grew completely in the blink of an eye.

The scene fell into a strange silence. After a while, Moran suddenly turned around and faced the rostrum.

Dumbledore's motionless and silent figure suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that the person sitting here was not himself.

Silently stomping on the ground lightly, it seemed to be stronger than before!Ferocious cracks appeared in front of the four towers, and dark lines poured into the mouths of the students of the Third Academy who had lost their professors on duty. Their pupils turned black, and they lost their resistance after struggling for a while. They looked at Grindelwald in the center of the rostrum at the same time. , uttered Kailian's voice in unison, "Professor Sigmund... No, Grindelwald, do you still think I am weaker than Ludwig?"

"Your 'mother' is still called Salem, right?" Grindelwald didn't answer his question, but just smiled mockingly, "Go to your mother quickly, your uncle They were all captured by Albus."

(End of this chapter)