My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "That's why she became so manic because she recognized the thief as the father?" Nelson lowered his head and flashed a curse.

　　 The smoke cleared, White knelt down on the ground, holding the wand that had fallen in his hand, while Barry slumped in her arms and slept soundly.

"White! Calm down." Andre stuck his head out and shouted from the air. A curse flew across his scalp quickly. He retracted his neck and whispered to Nelson, "Master Grindelwald is not a thief. Because of the mark of a saint, she couldn't leave, so every mission tried to disrupt the situation, but Lord Grindelwald really spoiled her too much, instead of punishing her, she gave her a few more talented 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 wearing only slippers, feeling a bit cold, and couldn't help curling his toes.

　　 "What are you doing?" Seeing him pulling out a tissue, Andre couldn't help asking, "Have you caught a cold?"

　　 "No," Nelson shook his head. "This is just for fighting. By the way, can I hurt her?"

　　 "Try not to...she's just a bit naughty," Andre said with entangled eyes despite being hit by White's curse, and at the end he added, "If you can."

　　 "Okay." Nelson rolled his eyes and glanced back at Zweig, who was lying on the ground with his face still smoking, and curled his lips. "You are really ridiculous about her."

　　 He picked up his magic wand and pointed it at the paper towel. Under the influence of magic, the paper towel slowly twisted and deformed and stretched into a huge and tough steel mesh, just large enough to fill the cross section of the corridor.

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

　　 "Don't get out of your head." Nelson warned, holding the wand and recalling the feeling of the first wand he got in Ollivander's shop.

A faint white mist spread around him, and it soon filled the entire corridor. Drops of sweat appeared on Nelson’s head, and White’s curse continued to bombard Andre’s armor, but After all, Andre is an experienced and skilled old wizard. Although his iron armor curse has been maintained for a long time, it has not wavered at all.

　　 Seeing the fog in the corridor getting thicker and thicker, a hint of surprise and appreciation flashed through Andre’s eyes. He sighed, "Your transfiguration technique is very good."

"What are you talking about? Is this transfiguration?" Nelson didn't know what kind of magic his inborn mist is. In fact, every wizard is born with his own unique talents, which is related to talent. It is usually reflected in the first burst of magic power when revealing his talent, and the special phenomenon when he has the first magic wand-it is the first time that he has completed his vision last year. He was sweating profusely, and finally, When the visibility in the corridor was so low that Andre couldn't see his face, he looked at the right time, and in the gap where White shot an obstacle curse, he threw the iron net fiercely with the levitating curse.

　　 "Oh, what is this!"

Unlike the smoke that needs to be slowly dissipated in battle, Nelson’s mist is very unique. It did not dissipate, but as Nelson lowered his wand and rushed towards him frantically. In a second, the mist in the corridor was Dissipated completely.

　　White was smashed by the iron net, holding his head and holding Barry in his arms. Nelson looked at the timing, stood up, and pointed to White's wand was unusually stable.

　　 "Faint." In White's startled and unbelievable gaze, the faint red light hit her shoulder. She struggled to put herself underneath, closing her eyes, and holding Barry's body soft.

The Nelson iron net was also rapidly deformed under the command of his magic wand at this time-a padded rope net firmly bound the two of them, and it grew an independent rope that trapped itself on the ceiling pipe , And then the rope shortened, and the two wizards were hung in the sky.

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

　　 "Wait," Andre called to him, "The wand flies."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the wands in Barry and White flew away in both directions. Nelson saw White opened his eyes and stared at him, and he couldn't help but feel scared for a while.

"Your tactics are advanced, but the spell is quite simple. Who are you?" Andre grabbed the two wands, half curious, half praise, "Seriously, I can't see you clearly. Except for Transfiguration, these spells of yours are quite exquisite. All the other spells can be displayed by the students who study hard, even if they don’t need to be in the upper grades-but the students want to defeat White almost. Impossible. You are English, do you go to school at Hogwarts? But how—"

"Hahaha." Barry suddenly opened his eyes, and winked mockingly at White who was facing him in the net, "Let you be like a ghost, you are not going to drink my foot wash, the feeling of being tied up. How about this wave, this wave is feeding tigers by the body."

　　 "My cooperation is good." He grinned at Nelson, "I knew you must understand my tactics. Although there are discrepancies, the effect is outstanding, right?"

"With all due respect, Barry." Andre rubbed his sore old waist, frowned and stared at Barry, wishing 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 jump in except that it creates difficulties for us."

"It's not important. The important thing is that you caught her, didn't it? I must ask Master Grindelwald to ban her. The saint's face has lost her." Barry didn't lose his face, he still remained. He smiled and mocked White, "Do you think you are the only one who is good? Tell you, this is the man who fought Albus Dumbledore... By the way, can you put me down?"

　　 "I'm afraid it won't work, Barry." Andre spread out his hands, and behind a few people came the sound of a man humming and breathing heavily to get up from the ground.

"I haven't asked you about your surname." On the one hand, Andre has some doubts about the so-called record of fighting Dumbledore. In fact, this is what Nelson has done to Barry. On the other hand, he has to pay attention to this message and Nelson's youth. To the excessive face and the fighting ability he just demonstrated.

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

　　 "It doesn't matter," the thick male voice inserted. It was Zweig. The wound on his **** face was healing. When he waved his wand, only a white mark was left on Barry's bleeding arm.

　　 "I really didn't expect this man to be a nanny." Nelson slandered, but immediately took out his wand, stepped back against the wall and stared nervously at the saints——

　　 I saw Zweig unwinding the rope slowly, while saying, "We would like to invite you to the humble house and take this opportunity to thank Barry for your help."

　　 "No, thank you—" Nelson yawned, "You guys go back first, and I will write to Barry if something happens."

"That's ashamed, we have never let our friends suffer." Zweig's berserker-like face showed unpredictable intelligence, as if suddenly remembering something, he slowly said, "Right, Kaka Mr. Love, your surname should be Wiltening, or Williams?"

　　 As if being stepped on his tail, Nelson took a step back against the wall and stared nervously at the saints.

"It looks like I guessed it right." Zweig laughed. "Wiltening by the water-after the war, we have been looking for you. I didn't expect someone to send you to the UK. No wonder so many years. There is no news."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Nelson leaned against the wall and his brain was running fast. He saw Barry and White being put down, and the two who were hiding in the ward were called out by Andre. At the gangway, a few windy wizards looked down, thinking about the wizards on the deck and flying around the cruise ship, and suddenly felt that they had nowhere to escape.

"I shouldn't be nosy..." Nelson warned himself seriously~www.readwn.com~ nervously calculating the escape route, fine beads of sweat leaked out of his forehead, and after only a while, he slumped his hands down. The battle just now has consumed too much of his magic power, except for the two who have no resistance, he can't beat anyone here.

　　 "That's how your saints treat people who have just helped yourself?" He opened his mouth, trying to use his mouth to persuade them to leave his own way.

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

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

　　 "You guys are pretty advanced?..."

"I understand your resistance, but please believe that, Mr. Wilten, your father has always been respected by us." He continued, "We have been looking for people who were hurt by the war for so many years. I want revenge, but I want to apologize and compensate, and beg to resolve this hatred.

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

　　 "What can I do?" Nelson smiled bitterly. The situation is better than others. He has no choice. "I hope I will not be nosy in the next life."