My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 332 Happiness
"Avada Kedavra!"

Nelson squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and a green light flashed over his head at the right time, as if arranged by the director. Unfortunately, there were no audiences in this one-to-many performance.

The imprisoned muggles stared numbly at the battle outside. For them, this was not the dawn of salvation. They had suffered too much, and every wizard was equally ominous and evil in their eyes , even if someone turned their backs to them, facing countless enemies.

"Except your weapons!"

Nelson raised the wand in his left hand and yelled at the tall witch behind the broken wall not far away. The witch who heard the shout couldn't help but clenched her old wand that was full of cracks because it hadn't been maintained for too long.

But the promised red light didn't come. Instead, a steel claw stretched out from under her feet, dragging her into the ground that suddenly turned into quicksand.

The quicksand swirled and sucked her into the ground, only the eyes, nose and hand holding the wand were exposed, a red eye flashed in front of her eyes, and then, there was a sharp blade rubbing against the flesh With a loud sound, a witch who was crawling and trying to save her collapsed to the ground.

She heard the sound of bubbling water behind her, but she was completely unable to turn her head because she was imprisoned by the mud. Although the air was filled with a strong sweet smell, she understood that it was the sound of blood flowing, and within a few seconds, "buzzing The sound of turning appeared in the back of her head again, the mayfly's rotor threw away the blood stains on the blade, and a few drops of still warm liquid dripped onto the witch's head.

Hearing the sound of mayflies getting closer, she closed her eyes in despair.

But the pain didn't come quickly. She forgot the time in the self-enclosed five senses. When she opened her eyes again, the mayfly had already passed over her head, and the unscrupulous rotor broke the wand in front of her. The witch felt There is no difference between myself and those Muggles who were still being tortured a few hours ago, and my expression became numb.

Mayflies glistening with blood flew from all directions of the village and surrounded Nelson, forming a circle that could no longer be standard. Their indifferent red eyes were unanimously outward, and Nelson in the center held up his magic wand, waving it selflessly like a conductor Holding their hands together, beams of high-temperature beams shot out from the mayfly's eyes, cutting everything they looked at.

Nelson crossed his arms, raised them above his head, and turned his closed eyes to one side as if intoxicated, and another green light passed through the gap between his arms and his head in due course, rubbing his ears and flying into the sky.

The buried witch had a terrified expression on her face, which was as dull as Muggles. She watched as Nelson, who was almost attacked by a sneak attack, easily stunned her with his right hand wand with his eyes closed. Companion, the next second, Nelson lowered his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her.

"I'm ready to die." The witch opened her eyes, ready to face death.

But what appeared in front of her was just a white cat, which lightly stepped on top of her head, and rushed towards more corners of the wizard with the mighty mayflies around it.

The witch's eyes went dark, and the scene of herself licking the leg of the bench and begging the woman for medicine appeared in her mind.

A faint blue flame rose from the top of the half of the wand in her hand, quickly devouring the dry wood below, and within a few seconds, the wand was reduced to ashes under the burning of Fiendfire, but her hand was not burned In the slightest, after destroying the wand, the cold surface and intense flames disappeared by themselves. A gust of wind blew by, and the ashes in her hands were lifted high. At this moment, there is no difference between the empty-handed witch and those imprisoned Muggles. .

Seeing their companions fall down one by one, the wizards stationed in the village suddenly panicked. They finally had expressions on their faces, shouted each other's names, and groped forward towards the church in the center of the village.

This did not make them feel at ease. Even though it is daytime, the place they can see is like night—white night, the sudden rising of thick fog obscures everyone's vision, and they can only distinguish it through the sound. own orientation.

The screams that came from time to time made them even more nervous. The most frightening thing was that these screams were almost front and rear feet, but they came from completely different directions. They only felt as if they were in a game of wizard chess. The disciplined chess player looked down at them, gently snatching pieces off the board one by one.

Finally, someone's frail heart completely collapsed. This thin, tall and crooked old wizard found two other companions early. He thought that being in a group would make him safer, but he didn't expect that this was the beginning of the nightmare.

At first, he and two other wizards lined up and walked quietly through the alleys of the village. He led the way, and the other followed behind. But the moment he walked to the front of the team and turned around to confirm, he found that the person behind the team disappeared It's like being stolen by a thief while walking in the street.

He hurriedly ran back, grabbed the remaining man's arm, and excitedly released spells around him indiscriminately. These inaccurate spells made him feel better.

The next second, wailing came from the far west. It seemed that the devil had gone to the west to wreak havoc, and he should be safe...

He watched helplessly as the air behind his companion suddenly became distorted, and before he had time to remind him, a vague figure appeared behind him, and then, his companion disappeared together with that figure, without a trace, as if he had just found The experiences of the companions are only hallucinations.

He blinked his eyes, trying to construct a story of "everything is an illusion" in his mind to repair his fragile will, but at this moment the wand that lost its owner began to fall, and a flower-like flower burst out from the tip of the wand. Blooming blue flame, it seems to be really a flower, spinning and blooming, wanting to return to the earth, but the life of the candle in the wind cannot support its return home, unfortunately, the wand is in mid-air It turned into a handful of ashes.

The wizard blinked again, and the burning sensation woke him up as the ashes fell onto the back of his hand.

"Ha...haha...hahaha," he let out an ugly laugh like a stuck gramophone, raised his wand, aimed it at his neck, and murmured with hollow eyes, "the devil... this is devil……"

With the wail coming from the south, his lips trembled, and he uttered the mantra for the first and last time: "Avada——"

"It's not easy to eat big melons at this time," Nelson suddenly appeared beside him, and gently pushed his wand away with his hands. The memories of half his life flashed in the wizard's mind, and he felt that he was now far away from death Even closer than the Killing Curse, Nelson's voice echoed softly in his ears, "It seems that all of you know this spell? But with all due respect, you don't have the energy to end your life."

A thin figure appeared in the wizard's eyes, as well as a sharp female voice, and what she said was exactly the same as at this moment, "Your strength can't even kill a Muggle..."

Nelson savored the interesting scene he had just seen with great interest. He took the wizard's wand and gently pulled it out of his hand. The last of his magic, but he soon lost all strength, and the wand fell to the ground with blue flowers.

The wizard looked at the figure for the last time, like a civet walking among the trees, elegant and alert.

He hugged his head and knelt down on the ground. His knee was smashed by a stone on the ground, bleeding profusely, but he felt no pain at all.

"I can't count you as a good person, after all, you also participated in it, didn't you?" Nelson's voice still echoed in his ears, but the wailing sound came again from a distance. This time, he couldn't tell where he was. "That doesn't seem fair to the good guys."

"Bullying!"

"Weak!"

"inability!"

"vent!"

Nelson's scolding voice appeared in every corner of the village, "Seriously, your level is far worse than that of real dark wizards! Real dark wizards can apparate at least twice as fast as me. If you change Here he is, and when you fall, you won't even feel the spell hit!"

The wizards who are still conscious have completely lost their will to resist. Under Nelson's scrambling harassment, the remaining three melons and two dates can't even play the role of stragglers. On the platform in front of the church, although they finally fulfilled their dream of huddling together for warmth, they couldn't even stand still after seeing their companions' wands burning.

The wizard with the most normal expression fell to his knees with a "plop", raised the wand in his hand, and mercilessly folded the wizard's most important thing. The unicorn hair in the center of the wand burst out with lightning , this is its last cry.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining four followed suit. They were tired and didn't want to be played with anymore.

At this point, the 17 people who controlled a village of Muggles completely lost their pride as wizards.

"Who are you?" the leading wizard asked wearily, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Good question." Nelson appeared in front of the five people. He just went to change a pair of new shoes and waved his hand. A mayfly holding a bunch of magic keys flew from behind him and hovered in front of the wizard, "Go Open those doors."

"The door locks are broken by your power."

"Well, go and open them."

The wizard took the key, propped himself up with the help of his companions, and staggered away.

"Azkaban is busy now," Nelson said with a smile, looking at Mag who appeared beside him, "I don't know if the prisoner is eligible to get the wand, otherwise Ollivander can get more business. "

"If I were them, I probably would never want to touch the wand for the rest of my life." McGonagall looked up at Nelson's side face with a complicated expression, and said, "Your use of Apparition... Did you learn from Grindelwald?"

"What else?" Nelson shrugged. "Or should I use it for Bludgers?"

"You guy..." McGonagall laughed, but his tone soon became gloomy, "I didn't find him among those Muggles, maybe..."

"I didn't find myself among the Muggles either, maybe..."

"I'm joking around at this time," McGonagall's mood eased a little. She heard the hint in Nelson's words, clasped his arm, and asked, "Do you know what? Did you use Legilimency?" Read it?"

"I'm not sure, Minerva," Nelson shook his head, "but I think it's time for you to go back."

"What, I haven't seen anyone yet, how could it be—"

"Minerva," Nelson said sincerely, "leave it to me, you are not suitable for this kind of thing."

"I'm a teacher! I—"

A red beam of light from behind Meg interrupted her speech, and Meg, who was stunned by the Stunning Curse, fell softly into Nelson's arms.

"Mrs. McGonagall, you shouldn't use this spell on your daughter."

Nelson turned his head and looked at Isabel who appeared at the entrance of the village, his tone full of reproach.

"Didn't you block it for her?" Isabel leaned on a thick cane carved with golden beetles, and walked slowly towards Nelson with a hunched waist. "It seems that you also agree with my handling method."

Watching her approaching step by step, Nelson carefully helped Mag on the silver falcon's back, directing it to take Mag away.

"When you read the first memory, you should stop." Isabel said briskly, but she didn't stop what Nelson was doing. She walked up to Nelson and stood still, took off the hood, revealing a picture that looked better than when she first saw him. With a much older face, "You feel the same way, don't you?"

"It's hard." Nelson shook his head stiffly.

"Relax, dear, you can hit so many... evil dark wizards!" Her tone suddenly rose, and then fell slowly, full of sarcasm.

"Indeed, they are far from the real strong," Nelson nodded, "but you are different."

"You can really talk." Isabel chuckled lightly, "It's a good thing you didn't tell Minerva, otherwise I would have to give you a happy one with tears in my eyes."

"I don't think that with Minerva's intelligence, she won't be able to figure it out." Nelson didn't lose the slightest bit.

"Short-sighted, there are so many ways to make her forget about it."

"She's not the confused type."

"You will ruin the happiness of our whole family."

"Is happiness just a fig leaf for two honest people to weave a set of lies?"

"I'm doing it for their own good, and for our own good." Isabel had a happy smile on her face, but this smile only terrified Nelson.

"Do you know how long it takes to take a person apart?"

She turned her back to Nelson, her stooped back was like an arch bridge, and her high shoulders were like two humps of a camel, which made her head smaller with little hair left.

"do not know."

"Come, read my memory."

"Not interested in."

"I'll let you read it!" Isabel suddenly roared, and the silver mist overflowed from her eyes, rushing towards Nelson forcefully.

Her manipulation of memory has become so perfect that Nelson can't escape her magic.

"Ouch I *…"

Nelson was stunned by the scene in front of him, and even swears. This is the most outrageous thing he has seen in the past few years, even the atrocities that were strangled in the cradle in the concentration camp in Krakow are not justified—— Maybe crazy Muggles have far beyond the imagination of ordinary people in terms of sadism, but after all, they do not have the assistance of magic, and they have never been able to perfectly present those crazy and ugly ideas, but wizards can easily do those with magic.

"You are venting your anger..." Nelson, who was free from memory, frowned, "Get rid of all those who laughed at your family, and the residents of the Scottish Highlands will all have high moral character, thanks to your imagination."

"Otherwise? Do you really think that Rob has done a good job of keeping secrets?" Isabel asked back, "From the day my father tried to kill my husband and my father-in-law called me a slut, I have been Committed an unforgivable crime, Nelson, you are worthy of my daughter, and I ask you to continue to guard her happiness after my death."

"Those medicines?"

"They're happy too, aren't they?"

"Do you still think so now?"

"Everyone is so unfortunate, even those Muggles, when they feel the sweetness of pain, when they are swallowed whole, they must feel happiness."

"I met a crazy person a few days ago, but I didn't expect there to be a crazier one."

"Don't you like happiness?" Isabel was a little disappointed, "I thought you were a smart person."

"Coincidentally, I thought so before."

(End of this chapter)