My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 76 Andrei: We don't need to do anything, they will fight on their own!

"Which senpai?" Nelson followed Tom's gaze. At the edge of the forest, Miranda Goshak, the former head of the Hogwarts Student Union, was circling back and forth with a pamphlet in his hands.

She was wearing a gray wizard's robe without any decoration or embellishment, and the yellowed cuffs were frayed, looking extremely decadent.

But even in old clothes, she did not lose her demeanor in the slightest. She wore a pair of simple round eyes, and her long black hair was simply tied into a high ponytail, revealing a snow-white, slender neck, like a proud swan.

"Why does she look so... down?" Tom scratched his head, wondering if he should get close. They didn't really know Miranda very well. They only got together for a school year. They haven't seen each other very much, but they want to come to Hogwarts. How could the president of the student union not fall into this field, "Is she going to be an Auror after graduation? Is she performing some secret mission?"

"Let's go say hello." Nelson put aside the sound of the verdict echoing in the air, and stepped towards Miranda.

"Sister, how are you? Are you here to watch the trial too?" Nelson approached Miranda and spoke three meters away from her. He secretly glanced at the booklet in Miranda's hand. Court Loan Instructions.

"Oh... yes, hello!" Miranda turned around, her eyes wandering, and hurriedly hid the booklet in her pocket, then raised her head to look at the two familiar faces in front of her, she remembered to stand The blond boy in the front, an impressive freshman, "Who are you?...Nelson Williams and Tom Riddle?"

Looking at Miranda, who hardly looked like an outstanding student at Hogwarts, and thinking about the loan booklet she had just held, Nelson knew that she must be in an unspeakable financial crisis.

"Yes, senpai, it's a good coincidence to meet you here." Tom gave a standard wizard ceremony. Miranda was the best young wizard he had ever seen, and he deserved such a courtesy, but he didn't open the pot. Which pot, asked cheerfully, "Where will you go after graduation?"

"Ah..." Miranda's eyes began to wander again, "I haven't found a job yet, how about you? Did you learn anything new at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, we have a few more classes this year," Tom replied, glaring at Nelson again. "As for him, he dropped out."

"This is not a good choice." Miranda's spirit of wandering has returned, she has sorted out her emotions, and now she looks like Professor Sykes who is searching for Alphard's workbook, and she said righteously, "Equality The opportunity to receive an education is invaluable.”

"I understand." Nelson nodded and said yes, "I haven't given up studying now, and I'm still learning the content of the course by myself when I go out. Although no one will teach me to take some detours, I can still understand a lot of knowledge."

"You can do it now, but not in the future." Miranda frowned, took out a booklet from her arms, and handed it to Nelson, "This is a spell class I wrote..."

Suddenly, she buttoned the booklet into Nelson's hand, clasped the back of his hand with her fingernails, and reached out to firmly grasp Tom's arm. Nelson was so painful that he was about to shout, and a surge of oppression that blocked his five senses hit... It was a phantom. Shift shape.

When Nelson got out of his suffocation, he found himself standing on the edge of the cliff where he had come out of the fireplace. He supported Tom, who was retching from his stomach, and patted his back. He saw a glowing silver-white eagle. Standing on the branch beside them and looking at himself, he found Nelson calmed down, the eagle nodded, opened his sharp beak, and Miranda's voice sounded: "You find a safe place to hide, preferably from the Floo. The net just left."

Nelson couldn't figure it out. When he was confused, he heard a "boom" like a thunder explosion. He turned his head to look at the Colosseum-like building and found that the forest to the east of the building had already ignited. It seems that the explosion just happened, but Miranda ran in time, and they didn't have time to find out the abnormality, and the explosion was only coming now.

"I'm going to rescue the wounded. If you have anything, you can write to me." The silver-white eagle took a deep look at Nelson and continued the words he had just interrupted, "This is a spell book I wrote myself. , if you believe me, practice on your own, be careful not to copy or transcribe this book."

After speaking, it burst open with a "bang", and a crystal silver-white glow enveloped the entire tree.

"What happened? Is this Apparition?" Tom stood up, clutching his stomach. "Seriously, I really feel sick this time."

"I don't know, there seems to be a fight over there." Nelson found a protruding boulder on the edge of the cliff, stepped on it, and looked at the direction of the Colosseum. Now not only the east, but the forests around the entire building are lit up into the sky. The flames scorched its white exterior, and soon, it had turned charcoal black.

"Hey..." Tom climbed up and put his hand between his eyebrows to block the sun, "What's wrong, did Grindelwald really come to kill Dumbledore?"

"It doesn't look like it." Nelson frowned. The audience seemed to be divided into two sides around the building, and they were writing travel notes around it. Various powerful spells were bombarding each other, and beams of various colors flew in the sky. Kilometers of forest were quickly razed to the ground, "There are only a dozen people from Nurmengard, so they are still here to watch the fun."

"Do you really think of yourself as someone from Grindelwald?" Tom curled his lips in disdain. "How could such a powerful dark wizard tell you his plan."

"It's not impossible." Nelson pondered. He felt a little hot on the side of his waist. He reached out and took out the pendant that Zweig gave him from his pocket. At this moment, it was emitting a faint red light.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Zweig suddenly appeared beside Nelson, dragging a large group of people, Barry sat on the ground without any scruples and cursed, "Dumbledore is too insidious, to actually send people to him There is an ambush at the trial scene, but fortunately there is no one from Nurmengard, otherwise I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out this time!"

"Give it to me." Zweig left the wizards at hand, let them rest in place, walked quickly to Nelson, stretched out his hand, Nelson handed him the pendant, he wiped it carefully, and put it again Worn around the neck, it explains, "It's a life-saver for locating the bearer's position and guiding the Apparition."

Barry was still sitting on the ground and scolding, feeling grateful for the rest of his life.

"The problem is, if it wasn't for your people..." Nelson walked over to him and squatted down, looking at the Colosseum, where the glare and explosions were intertwined, and asked, "Then who was fighting there?"

"It's not ours anyway." The old wizard Andrei also crouched beside him, clasping the turf and smiling, "It seems that some people don't want Dumbledore to live. Interesting, so interesting!"

"What kind of fun?"

"People in the world say that we are afraid of Dumbledore's power, so that's why we don't dare to get involved in Britain." He laughed "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie", I really don't know how carbon-based animals make such a sound, "Although the fact is not So, but Dumbledore is indeed the hardest bone to crack in our future, but now, wizards other than us want to help us get rid of their protector, which is really interesting."

"Could it be that Grindelwald sent someone, but you don't know?" Nelson threw out Tom's previous ideas.

"It's possible at other times. We won't be able to guess Mr. Grindelwald's plan." Andre shook his head firmly.

"Why?" Nelson asked. "Do they have anything more important than taking out one of their toughest enemies?"

"This..." Andre turned his head to look at Zweig, who was standing behind him. He was watching the battle in the distance while listening to the conversation between the two. When he found that Andre was looking at him, he nodded lightly. nod.

"This gentleman." Andre moved his butt to get close to Tom, "I understand that you are a friend of Mr. Wilttening, but we may have to talk about some secrets next, if you don't want to..."

"Okay, close your earplugs and listen." Before he could finish speaking, Tom picked up his wand and pointed it at his feet, then hugged his legs and continued to observe the battle.

"Good spell!" Andre clapped his hands in praise, afraid that Tom couldn't hear it, and shook his thumb in front of him, then turned to Nelson and said, "I thought you found it long ago?"

"Find what? Found out that you were going to assassinate Dumbledore on September [-]?"

"It's 'us'," Andre corrected with a smile, "If you don't know, you can still use that kind of transformation, then you are even more powerful."

"What transfiguration?" Nelson tilted his head to stare at Andre's scarred face, and suddenly remembered, "Is it the fog on the cruise? You said it was Transfiguration, do you know what it is?"

"That's the Lost Fog, Mr. Wilttening, what an enviable talent." Andre sighed, "Nurmengard is actually a prison, a prison maintained by the spirit of wizards in the city, it Blocks the fog of Lost from escaping from the edge of the blurred vision - this is why Nurmengard works only seven hours a day, the wizards here need more time to rest, and, at each new moon, use The magic remains blocked."

Nelson suddenly understood, no wonder he felt much better after he came out. Nurmengard never got up in those days, and he even thought that Grindelwald had poisoned him for a while.

"Prison? What is it?" Nelson continued to ask. "What is the Lost Mist? What is the Mirage?"

"Do you really know nothing?" Seeing that Nelson's confusion did not seem to be a fake, the envy on Andre's face was even worse. He lowered his head and showed a terrifying expression in a wicked way, "I don't know you. Have you ever heard of the most evil dark wizard ever, despicable Haierbo."

(End of this chapter)