My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 69 I hope I don't mind my own business

"So she became so manic because she recognized a thief as her father?" Nelson lowered his head and flashed a curse.

The smoke cleared, and White sat on his knees on the ground, holding the wand that had fallen earlier, while Barry slumped in her arms, sleeping soundly.

"White! Calm down." Andre stuck his head out and shouted from the air, a spell rubbed his scalp quickly and flew past, he retracted his neck, and whispered to Nelson, "Lord Grindelwald is not a thief. Because she has the mark of a saint, she can't leave, so every mission tries to disrupt the situation, but Lord Grindelwald is so indulging in her, instead of punishing her, she has given her a few more skilled people. Wizard protection is also a kind of guardianship."

"Oh this..." Nelson hid behind Andre's iron wall and took out a stack of tissues from his pocket. He was only wearing slippers and felt a little cold, so he couldn't help curling his toes.

"What are you doing?" Andrei couldn't help asking when he saw him pulling out a tissue, "Have you caught a cold?"

"No," Nelson shook his head, "it's just for the fight, by the way, can I hurt her?"

"Try not to... She's just a little naughty," Andre said with tangled eyes despite the constant blows from White's spell, and finally he added, "If you can."

"Okay." Nelson rolled his eyes, looked back at Zweig, who was lying on the ground with his face still smoking, and pouted, "Your doting on her is really outrageous."

He picked up his wand and pointed at the tissue. Under the impetus of magic, the tissue was slowly twisted and deformed, and stretched into a huge and tough steel mesh, just big enough to fill the section of the corridor.

"He's all right," Andre explained in a low voice, "He's not an ordinary human being, and a spell of this level can't hurt him."

"Don't stand out," Nelson warned, holding the wand thinking back to the first time he got it in Ollivander's shop.

A faint white mist spread with him as the center, and soon filled the entire corridor. Drops of sweat appeared on Nelson's head. White's curse kept bombarding Andre's iron armor, but Andre was an experienced and skilled old wizard after all. Although his Iron Armor Curse lasted for a long time, he did not waver in the slightest.

Seeing the fog in the corridor getting thicker and thicker, Andre's eyes flashed with surprise and admiration, and he sighed, "Your Transfiguration is very good."

"What did you say? Is this Transfiguration?" Nelson didn't know what kind of magic this mist that seemed to be born with him was. In fact, every wizard was born with his own unique talent, which is related to talent. Usually it is reflected in the first magic explosion when his talent is revealed, and there is a special phenomenon when he has the first wand-this is the first time he has completed his vision last year. He was sweating profusely, and finally, in the When the visibility in the corridor was so low that Andre couldn't see his face clearly, he seized the opportunity and threw the iron net with the Floating Charm in the gap between White's Barrier Charm.

"Ouch, what is this!"

Unlike the gunpowder smoke raised by the battle that needs to be slowly dissipated, Nelson's mist is extremely unique. It did not dissipate, but rushed towards him frantically as Nelson lowered his wand. In just one second, the mist in the corridor disappeared. completely dissipated.

White was hit by the iron net, holding his head and protecting Barry in his arms. Nelson saw the timing, stood up, and pointed at White's wand was unusually steady.

"Fainted." In White's surprised and unbelievable eyes, the faint red light hit her shoulders. She struggled to put herself under it, closed her eyes, and hugged Barry's body softly.

Nelson's iron mesh was also rapidly deforming under the command of his wand at this time - a padded rope net firmly bound the two, and it grew a free-standing rope, trapping itself in the ceiling pipe , then the rope shortened, and the two wizards were suspended in the sky.

Nelson straightened up and was about to walk in the direction of the two of them.

"Wait," Andrei stopped him, "the wand is flying."

As soon as the words fell, the wands in Barry and White's hands flew towards him. Nelson saw White's eyes open and stared at himself, and he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Your tactics are advanced, but the spell is quite simple. Who are you?" Andre grabbed the two wands, half curious, half praise, "To be honest, I can't see you clearly. The level of your spells, except for Transfiguration is quite exquisite, other spells can be cast by any hard-working school student, not even a senior - but it is almost impossible for a school student to defeat White. Impossible. You're British, did you go to Hogwarts? But how-"

"Hahaha." Barry suddenly opened his eyes, and winked mockingly at White, who was face-to-face with him in the net, "Let's be like a ghost, it's not like you want to drink my foot wash, it's the feeling of being tied up. How about this wave, this wave is feeding tigers with one's body."

"My cooperation is good." He smirked at Nelson, "I knew you must have read my tactics. Although there are discrepancies, the effect is outstanding, isn't it?"

"With all due respect, Barry." Andrei rubbed his sore old waist, stared at Barry with a frown, and wanted to kick him, "I didn't see what your so-called tactics were, in fact, you put yourself It doesn't make any sense to get in there other than to make it difficult for us."

"It's not important, the important thing is that you caught her, isn't it? When I go back, I must let Lord Grindelwald ground her, and she will lose all the saint's face." Barry didn't lose his face, he still He mocked White with a grin, "Do you think you're the only one who is good? Tell you, this is someone who fought Albus Dumbledore... By the way, can you put me down?"

"I'm afraid it won't work, Barry." Andre spread his hands, and behind them came the sound of a man humming and panting from the ground.

"I haven't asked your name yet." On the one hand, Andre had some doubts about the so-called record of fighting Dumbledore. In fact, this was what Nelson lied to Barry. On the other hand, he had to pay attention to this message and Nelson's young age. To the excessive face and the fighting ability he just showed.

"My name is Igor Karkaroff," Nelson said without hesitation, urging with concern, "you take them back quickly, look at Barry's arm, he's bleeding."

"It doesn't matter," a heavy male voice inserted, it was Zweig, the wound on his bloody face was healing, and when he waved his wand, only a white mark remained on Barry's bleeding arm.

"I really didn't expect this person to be a wet nurse." Nelson murmured, but immediately pulled out his wand, took a step back and stared nervously at the few saints against the wall—

I saw Zweig slowly untie the rope and said, "We would like to invite you to the humble house, and take this opportunity to thank Barry for rescuing him."

"No, thank you—" Nelson yawned, "You guys go back first, I'll write to Barry if I have anything."

"That's so embarrassing, we have never let our friends suffer." Zweig's berserker-like face showed unpredictable intelligence, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said slowly, "By the way, Kaka Mr. Love, your last name should be Wilttening, or Williams?"

Nelson took a step back and stared nervously at the saints as if his tail had been stepped on.

"Looks like I guessed right." Zweig laughed, "Wiltning at the water's edge - we've been looking for you since the war, and we didn't expect someone to send you to England, no wonder it took so many years. There is no sound."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Nelson leaned back against the wall, his brain was running fast, he saw Barry and White being put down, and the two scumbags hiding in the ward were also called out by Andre , A few wizards venturing out at the gangway looked down, thinking about the wizards on the deck and flying around the cruise ship, and suddenly felt that they had no way to escape.

"I shouldn't be meddling..." Nelson warned himself earnestly, nervously planning his escape route, fine sweat beads ooze out from his forehead again, and after a while, he put down his hands in a slump, the battle just now was exhausted He has too much magic power, except for the two who have no resistance, he can't beat anyone here.

"That's how you saints treat the people who have just helped you?" he said, trying to use his mouth to convince them and let him live.

"Yeah, isn't it the best way to repay your benefactor to be a guest at home?" Zweig turned his head. He had been whispering to Barry just now, and Nelson cursed in his heart, but he had to listen to Zweig.

"I know that you have misunderstood us saints, the whole wizarding world has a deep prejudice against us, because they are afraid that our new ideas will crush their dominion and oppression, and new things will always be affected in the process of development. The persecution of old things. And White also hurt your trust, we will let her apologize to you." Zweig explained seriously, he looked polite and wild appearance was very inconsistent, I did not expect that he still A wise general, "These are the inevitability of historical development."

"You guys are quite advanced?..."

"I understand your resistance, but please believe, Mr. Wiltning, that your father has always been respected by us." He continued, "We have been looking for people who have been hurt by the war for so many years, not because we want to I want revenge, I want an apology and compensation, begging to defuse this hatred."

"Wiltling, don't believe them!" White said through gritted teeth like an angry lioness.

"What can I do?" Nelson said with a wry smile. The situation is stronger than people, and he has no choice. "I hope that in the next life, I won't be meddling."

(End of this chapter)