My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 There is no thousand sails in the North Sea at night, only sleepless. In the distance, on the small island with a tortuous coastline, only one lighthouse was lit alone. However, the fireworks above were so gorgeous that they completely concealed the glow of the course.

　　 "I'm feeling more lonely than soot at this time."

　　 First Mate Jack held his pipe, looked up at the high-lit fireworks in the night sky, and sighed.

　　 Nelson hid behind the mast and saw one figure after another in black robes appear on the deck.

"Fainted." When the air twisted for the first time and forced out the first figure, he raised his wand and pointed it at the back of First Mate Jack, whispered it. He rolled on the spot beside Jack and stretched out his hand to support him. His fallen body was gently placed on the ground, and he took the rain cloth by his feet and covered him.

　　 After doing all this, he stood up and looked at the wizards who had just appeared on the deck and were looking around.

　　 "Is it your signal?" The leading wizard looked around and noticed Nelson standing on the bow of the ship. He frowned and looked at the stranger with scrutiny.

　　 He spoke German, and Nelson was startled, so he nodded and replied in German, "Yes, this sir."

The headed man took off his hood and revealed a face like a knife. He has no hair, and his bald scalp is tattooed with mysterious patterns, which seems to be a religious symbol. He loosened the buttons on the collar and pulled from the collar. A gleaming gold pendant was created, the pattern of the pendant was the same as the fireworks above the head.

As if he didn’t care about secrecy, he walked straight to the ship’s gunwale, raised his wand and released a beam of light towards the island in the distance. After a while, Nelson saw several more wizards in black robes riding. Flying brooms flew from the direction of the island.

"Are you a German?" The bald wizard squinted at Nelson's face, as if looking at his prey. He waved his hand, and the surrounding wizards watched around. The wizards who came from the island also hovered on the cruise ship with their broomsticks. Around, he walked up to Nelson and looked at him condescendingly, "Why haven't I seen you?"

　　 "I am not, I am an Englishman." Nelson squeezed his wand and replied, "Are you here to find Barry Beckman?"

　　 "Do you know where he is?" The bald wizard's eyes became sharper, and he took a step closer, staring scorchingly into Nelson's eyes, waiting for his answer, looking aggressive.

　　 The banquet hall of the cruise ship was still brightly lit. A lively banquet was being held there, but in a place they didn't know, on the chilly deck, in the cold night blowing by the sea breeze, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Under the deck, he lost his wand and was arrested as a mental patient." Nelson observed the black-robed wizards' positions around him, and found that he had no hope of escaping, becoming unusually cooperative. "I just heard on the ship. His business, I want to save him."

　　 "Hahaha." A black-robed man behind the bald wizard couldn't help but laugh. His laugh was crisp and sweet, and it sounded like a young woman.

"White, be quiet." The bald wizard turned around and yelled. The black-robed man immediately stopped his laughter. He turned his head and looked at Nelson, his tone relaxed a lot, "You've been very helpful. Can you take us to find him?" "

　　 "Okay, come with me." Nelson shrugged and walked to the gangway leading down the deck.

　　 The bald wizard waved his hand. Two men in black robes walked out of the shadows and guarded the stairs. Then he put his hand on Nelson's shoulder and took the rest of the people down the stairs with him.

　　 "Sir, are you an Auror?" While leading the way, Nelson got close to the bald wizard. He turned his head to reveal the brilliant smile of a young man, and his eight shiny teeth gleamed in the dim corridor.

　　 "We are—" the black-robed man named White replied, but was interrupted by the bald wizard.

"Yes, we are Aurors. Barry has been missing for a long time, and we have been looking for him." His expression was not real in the darkness, but soon, he drew out his wand, and the tip of the wand released a glimmer of light enough to illuminate the corridor. With more force in his hands, Nelson's neck froze, and he heard him ask, "How do you see it."

　　 "I think you are well-trained." Nelson replied, "And the magic is superb. As far as I know, only the Auror has the highest level of wizardry requirements. Their team is full of masters like you."

　　 The bald wizard was a little happy, and the strength of his hands was also lightened. Everyone quickly walked to the door of the ward. The nurses on the opposite side seemed to have rested. The door was closed tightly, and there was no light in the crack of the door.

　　 Nelson walked to the door, stretched out his wand and was about to open the door, but was stopped by the bald wizard. He waved his hand again, followed by a thin black-robed man walking to the door and opened the door.

　　Nelson noticed that all the wizards in this team did not chant spells when they cast spells. They were all masters of silent spellcasting. Thinking of this, he became more afraid to act rashly. Even so, he still hated Barry bitterly, "I came to save you kindly, so you **** me like this?"

　　 "Crack", the door opened, and the bald wizard nodded and pushed Nelson into the ward. The two previous wizards followed him in, and the rest of them remained in the corridor.

　　 The patients in the ward saw a group of outsiders entering, and they were agitated. As soon as the thin black-robed wizard raised his hand, they collapsed on the bed.

　　 "Andre." The bald wizard frowned, dissatisfied with his self-assertion.

"It's okay, it's just a coma spell." Andre's voice sounded extremely old, like an old bellows struggling to perform the last mission in his life. The hot and humid air in the cabin felt dull, so he took off his hood. , Showing an old face covered with scars, smiled at Nelson who was looking at him, but because his appearance was too terrifying, Nelson couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a friendly greeting or a threatening grin.

　　 "I'm here!" Barry's voice sounded from the innermost part of the ward. With the dim light of the bald wizard's lighting technique, he struggling to sit on the bed and waving his arms.

"Barry, they dare to treat you like this!" The black-robed man who was laughing on the deck ran towards Barry. She stood by the bed, took off her hood, showing her long golden hair, twisted her neck, and stretched out her hand to On the back of the neck, fished out the long hair from the neckline and draped it behind the back. The soft golden color was slightly curled, like golden waves under the faint light of the magic wand.

　　 She grabbed Barry's thin arm and saw the dense pinholes on it. She was furious and shouted: "What did they do to you? How dare they do to this bunch of Muggles."

Barry ignored her and seemed unwilling to face the blonde. He pulled back his grasped arm and faced the bald wizard holding Nelson. He frowned and said softly, "Zweig, what are you doing? My savior, he is in the same company as us, please let him go."

　　 Zweig let go of Nelson, and Barry struggled to unfasten the pants of the restraint, getting out of bed like an old man, he threw off the hands that White was holding him, and staggered to Nelson.

　　 "Thank you so much, for helping me a lot!" Barry stretched out his hands and held Nelson's right hand tightly.

　　 "Going out, you should, you should." Nelson nodded and said, "You can let them take you back, you think you are like this."

　　 "Yes, we should go back." Barry looked at Zweig, nodded, and asked Nelson, "Are you with us?"

　　 "No, I will disembark in Poland."

　　 The two were polite, and White suddenly said coldly to Zweig, "Are we leaving like this? The Muggles tortured Barry so much, we just pretended that nothing happened, and we just left?"

"No, I haven't been tortured." Barry finally paid attention to White. Although he wanted to cut Dr. Jack a thousand dollars~www.readwn.com~, he still spoke for the doctor. "He's just a Muggle doctor, to Muggle So, this kind of—"

"Barry, you don't know!" White touched Barry's face as if crawling along the pole. She said softly, but the content was cold. "After the Muggles catch the wizards, they will conduct cruel experiments on them. , They are not good stubborns."

　　 "No need." Barry was too lazy to argue with White. He stepped forward to the door and asked, "I lost my wand, can anyone give me one?"

　　 The one guarding the door respectfully handed him a magic wand, he took it casually, picked it up and flicked it twice, feeling a little uncomfortable, and asked for another magic wand.

　　 "I must ask you for justice!" White squeezed Barry away and walked angrily to the deck.

"You are unreasonable!" Barry raised his wand angrily and pointed it at White's back. He cursed, "Are you having a problem with your brain? Can you let me go, can you not hold me down, Do you know? It was your'gift' that made me into a mental hospital, can you stay away from me!"

　　 He waved his wand vigorously. It seemed that he had been grieving for a long time. Unfortunately, the long hospital life almost destroyed his body. The curse he shot was soft and hit the wall of the corridor.

　　Barry turned his head and looked at Zweig and Andre for help. The two wizards were holding hands and standing aside like a play. He had to turn to Nelson and pleaded, "It looks like I'm in trouble again—"

"Miss White, I believe you are not the one who will take revenge." Nelson called to the witch who was going to the deck, raised his wand and squinted at her back. "I don't care what you want, and I don't dare to care. , But I want to disembark at the end, do you understand?"