My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 388 I hope you have the same attitude towards your life
Not long after, the sky was bright, the sun was rising, and the sun shone through the thin clouds on this barren land.

The mist that belongs to the night condenses into drops of water in the cold wind at dawn, covering the dry soil, and covering the withered yellow earth with a layer of light hoarfrost, making the whole land dyed with a kind of paleness like the skin of a sick person .

"It's really weird." A dusty wizard stood in the middle of the pasture, bent down and dragged another person out of the ground, and said, "Why doesn't this place grow grass?"

"It's already September, buddy," said his companion who was dragged to the ground, patted the dust on his palms, "this is not our house, only pine trees grow in this season."

As he spoke, he bent down and grabbed another person.

"Maybe it was cleaned up before we came here." The third wizard looked around and guessed as he climbed up, "This place seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and it must have been covered with weeds before. How could the gift not be wrapped properly? You may not have seen that the locket that the master received last week was packed in a wooden box framed with gold thread. According to me, the box is much more valuable than the old things inside. .”

"What do you know?" The fourth wizard wore a pair of glasses, and seemed to be the most knowledgeable among the group, "Where are they giving gifts? It's clearly because the master and Lord Grindelwald are getting closer. Recently, Minister Rich is flattering Lord Grindelwald and beating them by the way. This is paying for his life! How can this kind of unwilling bleeding be cleaned seriously? You must not read the newspaper, right? The guy who came last, I will tell you..."

Feeling gossip-filled, the three of them approached the wizard wearing glasses without taking care of themselves.

"He's not just a young man passing by in trouble like the Daily Prophet said," he approached the three people by the pit and whispered, "He's an important figure in Nurmengard, and the U.S. Secretary of Magic even claimed that He is a relative of Lord Grindelwald! I subscribed to an unpopular newspaper and saw Lord Grindelwald trim his collar—"

Seeing the three people on the opposite side froze in place with pale faces, the glasses wizard smiled smugly. They must have been shocked by his news. Just as he was enjoying the feeling of being admired, he felt someone poke his shoulder.

"Why don't you guys talk? Hey! Are you shocked?" He winked and smiled, his exaggerated expression was magnified by the glasses, making it even more funny, but the feeling of being touched behind him came again, and he turned away impatiently He lowered his voice and scolded angrily, "Can you die if you stay down for a while? Didn't see me... Ah! Mr. Housekeeper! You are here!"

He clasped his hands together, his face was full of smiles, and his expression changed so quickly that even the naturally deformed Transformation Magus and some magical animals who are good at imitating, he smiled obsequiously, "How do you Are you coming up?"

The butler, who was usually respectful in front of Nelson, showed an extraordinary aura at this moment. He squinted at the glasses wizard and snorted coldly, "Do you think I don't have long legs or can't use magic?"

"How could it happen?" The glasses wizard rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile, "Your magic level——"

The butler didn't want him to finish these compliments, but said coldly, "There is no Ministry of Magic in the United States, let alone a Minister of Magic."

"Ah?" The glasses wizard was stunned, his mouth widened, and he stood in front of the three who were trying to hold back their laughter, unable to speak out awkwardly.

"Some things you can talk nonsense like those beggars at the corner door," the butler said expressionlessly, "but the Black family will not accept a guy who likes to chew on the master's tongue."

"Feel sorry!"

The glasses wizard lowered his head in trepidation, kept apologizing, and was about to slap himself, this action is common all over the world.

"What are you doing?" The butler held his arm. "I just hope you don't spoil Lord Williams's interest with your stupidity like a noisy crow. I think you should remember the way the master got angry."

The wizard closed his mouth tightly, and stood straight in place, his lips seemed to be stuck with some super glue.

The butler gave him a last look, turned around and walked towards the other direction of the pit, and the three wizards who were full of gossip also calmed down the burning fire of curiosity, endured exhaustion and pain, and worked harder work up.

On the fence in the distance are dense vines, emerald green covered with withered yellow, which have not been cleaned for a long time. On the flat wasteland, wizards of the Black family are pulling their companions back to the ground by their arms. Not long after, Borlux also emerged from the ground, his face was covered with mud and blood, completely different from his usual handsome appearance.

He supported his waist, panted heavily, and exhaled a white air column from his mouth. Seeing this, the same butler took out a woolen coat and put it on him.

"Thank you."

Borlux tightened his clothes, stomped his feet and looked around. As the morning fog receded, the ground became as pale as the saline-alkali land, and the dilapidated houses in the distance, the three-story big houses were repaired like castles. It looks like those small arrow towers are dotted with faded pink paint and broken jack-o-lanterns. It seems that they were made by Dr. Sykes in the early years to please his daughter. There is a big barn behind the miniature castle. Next to it is a mill for grinding bran. Only the shaft of the windmill on the top of the mill is left, and the four leaf fans are gone. There is a yew tree planted in the courtyard, but it seems to have been dead for many years. Bring it When firewood burns, it doesn't last long enough.

There is also a row of hitching posts next to the house, two of which are slightly shorter, which seem to be for the pets of the two young daughters.

These objects full of life have added a touch of family warmth to this old photo-like manor. At other times, Borroux felt that he would shake his head hypocritically and lament the misfortune of this family, but now he even He didn't even bother to pretend, but these warm things made him shudder—the more Dr. Sykes had a happy family, and the more he loved his daughters, the more terrifying Borroux thought he was.

What kind of person would be so divided?A man who, in his own impression, has almost no flaws except a little madness, a man who takes care of his family and loves his wife and daughter, a man with superb magic and an expert in the field of magical animals is almost the perfect person in everyone's heart.

But the ferocious monsters made up of broken limbs and arms in the bunker are silently accusing Dr. Sykes of the horror and cruelty. According to Nelson, there are more than one room around the bunker, and even the werewolf who attacked him Just escaped from that room, how many unspeakable crimes did he commit?

Borlocks recalled the time when the Sykes family had an accident. It happened to be around Halloween. Some gossipers said that he had committed too many crimes and was avenged by ghosts. Borlocks thought it was nonsense, but now he believed it.

He imagined Dr. Sykes' "experiment" when he put a living person... Borlocks felt a fishy smell go straight to his throat, and he bent down and retched. The housekeeper hurriedly supported his shoulders and patted His back, trying to smooth his breath.

"It's okay," Borroux waved his hand, wiped his lips, and said with an ugly expression, "I just have too much imagination... Ugh!"

"Master..." Of course the butler understood why Borroux was retching. In fact, he didn't go around to the distance just now for inspection, but actually found an opportunity to vomit secretly.

"Ugh...you wait a moment, cooperate with Nelson and seal this place as requested by Nelson." Borroux ordered intermittently, "Damn it! I will never come to this damn place again!"

"Sir, don't you need to continue your research?" The old housekeeper said anxiously, "At least we should organize people to kill the remaining living creatures in the bunker."

"Ouch! Don't talk about living things, please," Borlux wailed and said with force, "You can do whatever he asks you to do... help me to the red pine forest over there, I can't bear it gone."

Hearing this, the butler nodded, and helped the master to the red pine forest that was located in the shade of the mountain during the previous investigation. It just so happened that he could find a chance to vomit.

Nelson still stayed in the bunker, quietly standing in front of the last most human-like experimental subject, took off his gloves, and stared at his palm, as if wanting to see flowers.

"Emotions can be magic, so can magic leave emotions?"

This is obviously a person who can't die anymore, he can't even be called a human being, and he has confirmed again and again that there is not even a little dross left in their souls, and their souls may even be dissected when they are cut open by Dr. Sykes. has disappeared.

"But you...you are obviously so real, so real that it seems to be a story I experienced personally, and the emotions I experienced personally."

Nelson curled up his palms, opened them again, and repeated this movement, not knowing who he was talking to.

"I even think you look a little familiar, but I don't know who you are." Nelson tapped his temple lightly, "I don't have any memory of this, I shouldn't have seen you in the past, but that sense of familiarity Where did it come from?"

The "person" who stood silently before him did not answer him.

"Maybe we will meet in the future? Is this a prophecy?" Nelson said "Hey", trying to liven up the atmosphere between himself and a specimen. The assumption of the prophecy made him laugh.

"Nelson, are you all right?"

Borlux's voice came from above his head, and Nelson raised his head. His face was pale, but his condition was much better. He probably had finished vomiting, but at the moment he was squinting his eyes, trying to only take Nelson into his sight.

"Please ask the wizards of the Black family to stand where I said and take these balls!" Nelson raised his head, and a dozen small silver balls flew towards every wizard including Borroux, "I will Give them a break."

Borlux nodded, and retreated to a position where he could not see the situation in the pit.

"Seriously, only a B-movie would dare to do that."

Nelson murmured softly. He shook his head, took out the silver lighter from his pocket, popped the lid open with a bang, and polished the flame. He stretched out his hand, pinched the flame from the lighter, pinched it on his fingertips, and felt the burning and pain of Fiendfire—even though Grindelwald's lighter could easily control Fiendfire, the power it leaked was still Not to be underestimated.

"Well... a good birth."

Nelson doesn't condense the hallmark rifts of twilight, and they don't have souls that can find a home.

He tossed the flame casually and threw it on the chest of a specimen. It took only a second for the greedy Fiendfire to burn this excellent fuel into a blue torch.

"Crack! Boom!"

This is the sound of the leather thread used to suture the specimen breaking, and then, the arm that does not belong to the torso falls to the ground.

There was the crackling sound of flames, and the face in front of her eyes seemed to be scorched by the heat and deformed. A tear actually appeared in her eyes. Nelson was stunned. After it was baked, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Nelson! It's hot!"

Borroux yelled from above, and Nelson looked up and replied, "At once!"

Seizing the last moment, Nelson reached out his unprotected hand to the woman's face.

"K... ka... bang!"

The high temperature in the pit caused the surrounding wizards to retreat involuntarily. A sudden gust of wind blew towards the small castle of the Home of Love. Half of the remaining rotten wooden door collapsed with a loud noise under only a little force. , raised smoke and dust all over the sky.

……

"call!"

Jokunda woke up from the dream and sat up suddenly in the sleeping bag. Her eyes were wide open, her chest heaved violently, her eyes were full of panic and fear, and the sound of the stubble breaking was something she could never get rid of in her life. Shadows - just when her home is broken into by intruders.

"Squeak!"

A scream came from under her, and she raised her waist. It turned out that the steel coin was crushed when she woke up. The sore and limp Jokunda hugged Xixiu and hugged it to his chest, feeling the rare warmth.

"Steel, the door has collapsed again."

Xixiu gently licked the corners of her eyes.

"It should have collapsed a long time ago. The half of the door was not strong after being knocked over. It should have collapsed long ago... It has collapsed long ago..."

She raised her head, judging from the light coming out of the tent, a broken branch should have fallen on the top of the tent, and Jokunda, who was struggling to escape, had no conditions at all to use a wizard's tent with a three-bedroom set, and even only A simple one can be built with tarpaulin.

"So it's a tree branch..." She closed her eyes and lay back in her sleeping bag, "I'm in the woods, so I can't be scared by tree branches."

Xixiu nodded, and was pillowed under her head.

"Take my head as a quilt."

Xixiu couldn't move, the quilt was a bit heavy, but in order to let the owner sleep well, it didn't dare to struggle anymore.

"If you want to go to the Sahara, don't take me with you!"

On the trunk of the pine tree above her, the surveillance duo had another argument.

"Master Wertling doesn't care."

"He doesn't care that you make mistakes, but he cares that you fail because of mistakes!"

"It's a big deal to chase after... and the Sahara is not bad. I went to New York during my last rotation and bought a cactus cookbook in an antique store."

"You bastard... Now she finally feels that her escaping skills have improved, she has relaxed her vigilance, and started talking in her sleep. We must seize the opportunity! If she finds that we can easily catch her, then we will give it to her next time." It will be much harder for her to have this illusion!"

"oops……"

"I have already reported it to Lord Penguin, and he promised that if you fail, he will send you to Azkaban as an undercover agent."

"Azkaban? The prison where the British Ministry of Magic has an average of 0.7 escapees per year? Who is undercover?"

"You sound interested? Huh? I don't mind telling you, undercover guard."

"Prison guards? Prison guards are pretty good. They eat well and drink spicy food. They can beat people if they have nothing to do."

"Well, I hope you have the same attitude towards your life when the time comes. To tell you the truth, there is only one prison guard in Azkaban, and that is the dementor."

"What is our next plan? I will prepare now!"

At their feet, Jokunda was sound asleep and did not hear what they were saying.

(End of this chapter)