My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 380 Announcer

The flash of light pierced the sight of all witnesses. For a moment, another sun seemed to rise above Hogsmeade Village. Under Nelson's all-out shot, the accelerating spear broke through all the sights in an instant. The limit that can be captured was nailed to a wild cherry tree north of Hogsmeade in an instant.

The cherry tree trembled violently, and the unpicked cherries at the top of the crown fell to the ground like a waterfall. They piled up at the roots of the trunk, burying the spear and the people who were pierced by the spear.

Nelson walked forward along the road broken by the thunder gun. The high wall protected by magic outside the village was melted by the heat from the thunder gun to form a circular arch that was big enough for two people to pass side by side. On the cross section of the arch, The red gravel shone with the brilliance of new glass, refracting the passing sunlight into a chilling rainbow.

"He won't die, will he?"

Tom raised his hand to cover his face, the heat from the arch made him a little uncomfortable, so he waved his wand, bright ice crystals poured out from the tip of the wand, covering the scorching section, accompanied by a beeping like boiling water, the molten crystals Quickly condensed, when the two walked through the arch, the ice crystals behind them fell off, revealing the smelted crystal cluster door, which looked very valuable.

"No," Nelson shook his head, "He almost ran away, but I didn't expect that I would use the signature on the camera to track him... What a lucky guy, he stopped a second before the gun exploded. "

"Explosion?" Tom, who had seen the explosion in the underground cave in London, silently took a step to the right, half a meter away from Nelson, and moved back before he found out, asking, "Alphad's condition has appeared to be transmitted from person to person. Did it happen? You shouldn’t have any explosives on you, right?”

"What do you think?"

"Huh, still—"

"Of course there is."

Tom decided to stay away anyway.

After a while, the two arrived at the cherry tree. The cherries piled up under the tree to form a hill. The plump and juicy flesh of the lower layer had been crushed, and the dark red pulp flowed all over the ground like blood. The grass greedily sucked it out, the magical heat roasted most of the cherries, and the semi-solid hot cherry sauce filled the air with an indescribable smell.

"Why does it smell like bad alcohol?"

Tom wrinkled his nose, sniffing the sweet and rotten smell of cherries mixed around him.

"The cherries ripen in June, and even though Hogsmeade is colder, the cherries that remain on the tree are definitely overripe and fermenting makes sense," Nelson explained, "like a winemaker's failed product. .”

"It's disgusting." Tom waved a hand, protecting his sensitive nose. "I feel like my sense of smell is impaired."

"I hope Mr. Daguerre likes the taste."

Nelson waved his hand, the lightning dissipated, and the magic wand wrapped in the lightning gun flew out of the pile of jam with a "swish", suspended in Nelson's hand, the moisture in the air was squeezed out by an inexplicable pressure, The clear water quickly formed a band around the wand, wiping it from tip to tip like a handkerchief.

Nelson grabbed his wand, shook it dry, and took a step forward.

"Mr. Daguerre, how can a wanted man wander around?"

The pile of jam trembled, and Nelson raised his wand vigilantly. Suddenly, a "bloody" hand came out of it.

"It's okay...cough cough...can you give me a hand?"

Daguerre's voice came from the cherry. Although it was not full of spirit, it should not be the sound of a seriously wounded person who had suffered such a shot.

Nelson and Tom glanced at each other, raised their wands, and were alert to Daguerre, who was in an unknown situation, while Tom waved his wands, and the strong wind brought by the Hurricane Curse instantly blew away the cherries and jams piled up under the tree, revealing a Wearing a Daguerre fruity top hat.

His whole body was still covered in bloody jam, which flowed slowly to the ground under the force of gravity, until Daguerre's pale face and silvery beard were visible again.

"You are amazing!" He opened his eyes, shook his head, shook off the jam hanging on his face, and kept that hypocritical smile of selling goods, "Few wizards can do this level of magic! "

"There are very few wizards who can continue with this level of magic." Nelson pointed his wand between Daguerre's brows and said in a deep voice, "Why did you come to England?"

"Can you answer me a question? I'm curious." Daguerre said, maintaining a smile, "I'm a businessman. It's a bit unfair to answer or not."

"It's interesting, in this case, you still want fairness?" Tom pointed at him with his wand, "Fairness is not so fair that you can even enjoy the fish on the chopping board."

"My body has been defeated, but my soul and mouth are still free," Daguerre said with a smile, "Mr. Riddle, you don't have to press so hard, from the pain just now, I am enough Feeling your attitude, I am actually a little disappointed, after all, I sold you a lot of good things cheaply."

"So you can still run." Nelson stared at Daguerre, who was dripping jam in front of him, and heard what he meant, "Okay, I'll ask one, and you ask one."

"You're such a man of contract! I even wanted to applaud you, but as you can see, I'm having a hard time moving now... so your first question is why I came to England, isn't it?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "that's your first question."

"Huh?" Daguerre was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, the penetrating wound on his chest didn't seem to affect his language ability at all, "It's a great little trap, a great joke... To tell you the truth, I came here to end it all as the last sinner of Second Salem, and I needed to find something, something that must be destroyed."

"what?"

"That's the second question," Daguerre smiled slyly, "Now it's my turn, Mr. Wertning, how did you find me...or what did you rely on to get out of here?" Find the real me among the three me?"

"It's very simple. Every master alchemist has his own pride. They are willing to put their name on the most proud work." Nelson paused and looked into Daguerre's eyes. Wrong, that camera is not the work left by the inventor, the person whose name points to is you... No, or you are Louis Jacques Mandé Daguerre who invented the daguerreotype camera in 1839, You magically engraved your name on that camera that can see through desire, so that you can feel every piece of work captured by your creation every moment."

"You actually discovered the magic I set up!" Daguerre blinked, showing an exaggerated shocked expression, "I hide it very secretly!"

"It was found by another meticulous fellow, which may be a little unlucky for you - he sent it to me this morning, by a magical and vocal signature Finding its owner is just a small matter that is not too difficult."

Nelson raised his clenched left hand and opened it in the air. A nameplate cut from wood was tied to a simple rope and hung down. The French name on it exuded a faint golden light. When approaching its owner , its light seems to be more intense, "You seem to have a strong desire to voyeuristically. Even when you are hiding, you don't forget to pay attention to every photo. It seems that you have a pair of eyes full of desire."

When talking about "eyes", Nelson emphasized his tone, and Daguerre's expression froze for a moment, but Nelson, who was engrossed, still captured that moment.

"Very well, it's my turn." Nelson put down his hand and gripped the nameplate again. "What are you looking for?"

"It's a pair of eyes." Daguerre said frankly, "You should also have such eyes."

"Everybody has eyes, you're talking crap."

"No, Mr. Wertling, you know what I'm talking about. After defeating the 'mother' who was named Salem, you must have got her eyes." Daguerre showed a confident smile, " Black eyes similar to the gem-like green eyes your wizard Gellert Grindelwald got from Isabel McGonagall."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Wertling, that's another question." Daguerre said with a smile, "Now it's my turn. After gaining the power of castle spirit and Muggle hatred, as a wandering traveler, do you have any questions?" How about having a pair of eyes that belong to me and belong to this place?"

"What the hell are you doing!"

A fear of being seen through rose in Nelson's heart. After taking on Peeves' violent magic power accumulated over the years by himself, his spirit also became violent every time he used the magic power that did not belong to him. So much so that the pupils would turn into a pitch black color. Later, at the residence of Second Salem, the gift left to him by the souls of more than 1000 victims was to purify the violent and chaotic emotions and magic power, those purified emotions In the end, it was his own eyes that chose to precipitate, and the tyrannical magic power that could be controlled was also sealed in that small ball.

His eyes became dark again due to excitement, he took a step forward, grabbed Daguerre by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground, the cherry jam quickly slid down with the movement of his body, revealing the chest pierced by the thunder gun ——Feathers, scales, and various animal materials filled the chest, isolated from each other, and there was nothing between them, not even flesh and blood, as if they were connected to the unknown.

"Congratulations, you really have a pair of eyes of your own."

"What the hell are you?!"

Nelson threw Daguerre to the ground, and the magic wand in his hand was accumulating a palpitating amount of magical power.

"I'm a human being, an announcer, Mr. Wertling," Daguerre coughed, clutching his chest, "In every drama, everyone has their place. You killed the black box, destroyed the The plot, as an intruder, when you step on the stage, you play your part in the scene, and that's what every dramatist avoids, the Mechanicus!"

Seeing that the magic power accumulated at the tip of Nelson's wand was getting bigger and bigger, even to the point of tearing the air, Daguerre couldn't help speeding up his speech, "Do you have a feeling... There is always a watcher behind you Unclear person, he manipulated your life, destroyed the plot that belonged to you, and forcedly inserted the characters that did not belong to this scene into the next scene. I can tell you who is the instigator, but on the contrary, you may It's going to go from a mechanical descendant to a clue character."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Nelson held up his wand, and an iron fist quickly condensed from the void above his head, and slammed into Daguerre on the ground.

"But you did bring something different," Daguerre still had that salesman-like smile on his face, "I know what questions you want to ask, why would I sell the camera at such a low price?" Selling—this is a story outside the repertoire, and as a camera maker, the people I deal with the most, besides the cameraman, are journalists."

Alexander's iron fist ran over the crown of the cherry tree, and landed on Dagail with the smashed cherry tree.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wertling," Daguerre showed a heartfelt smile on his embarrassed face, "Before I came to England, I saw something very interesting—the worship of the sun in America has a long history, And after the accident not long ago, many Muggles on the east coast thought they had seen a miracle. We know that powerful wizards often appear as gods in Muggle legends, and they even admire your totem Woolen cloth."

But Nelson didn't hear his words, and the iron fist fell, hitting the ground several meters deep.

"What? Reporter?"

But Daguerre, who had been smashed into the soil by the huge force, couldn't answer his question. In the next second, the explosive potion trapped in Daguerre's body burst into blazing light and scorching heat under the squeeze of the iron fist. Tom secretly thought something was wrong, flew forward, hugged Nelson who was dazed, and disapparated away at the last second of the explosion.

……

"Damn it, I knew it!" On the other side of Hogsmeade, Tom knelt beside Nelson and slapped the ground angrily. I will make an impact!"

He tried hard to recall the spirit-speaking spell that Slytherin taught him before leaving school last semester, and pressed his wand heavily on Nelson's chest.

A black python emerged from behind Tom and swallowed Nelson in one gulp.

Suddenly, a clear and clear falcon chirping sounded from Nelson's body, and the soft silver light rippling on the surface of his body became brighter and brighter. The silver light of the watch.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of powerful wings spread out behind Nelson, and an ink-like falcon rose from the ground and rushed towards the sun. Its eye-frames were a pair of nimble black eyes like human beings, as if there were real General mood.

It flew high into the sky and patrolled its territory.

"Sorry, Tom."

Tom felt more strength in his shoulders.

"I was a little excited, and I didn't ask many important things... It's really wrong to be disturbed by a ridiculous little trick."

(End of this chapter)