My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 112

"Enemy attack!!!"

Lying on the bed, Nelson heard movement from downstairs, and a carp jumped up quickly, ran to the window, opened the window and looked down.

A large group of people surrounded the black tower of the library. The darkness was too heavy to see. Nelson lay down by the window and saw a light blue barrier opened around the black tower, and the barrier was blooming dots and dots. The magic pattern like a rose, the intense light condenses and shoots towards a black spot in the sky.

The black spots moved around in the dense spell, getting bigger and bigger.

"Who, such a tiger?" Nelson dropped his chin in shock. "Didn't it be Dumbledore who called me? I heard that Dumbledore's Animagus is a phoenix..."

His sidelight noticed that in all directions of the city, a group of silhouettes riding broomsticks rose into the air, encircling the black tower from everywhere.

The black spots got bigger and bigger. Nelson discovered that it seemed to be a bird of prey. Its wings spread out for nearly two meters. The sunlight coated its feathers with a layer of gold. A swaying heavy object fell underneath its body. In the curse rain, it looked like a fisherman fighting against the waves and a tracker on the river.

Nelson patted his head, ran to the table and opened the drawer to take out the camera that had followed him for a long time. He ran back to the window and stood up straight and pressed the shutter against the sun.

"Good photo!" He picked up the photo he had just spit out from the camera, and said smugly, "You can get the Pulitzer Prize~ Jonas will love it! So, is there such an award now?"

Nelson lowered his head to fiddle with the photo, but suddenly realized that the bird of prey in the photo was getting bigger and bigger. He raised his head in surprise and saw a swift black shadow attacking him straight up.

"Stop it!" The wizards closer to the black tower were already riding broomsticks in the air. They raised their wands under the orders of the leading black-robed man, and cast spells on the dark shadow that rushed towards Nelson. Suddenly, colorful The beam of light covered the entire sky.

The bright light pierced his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, shouting:

"You found the wrong person, Grindelwald is on that tower!"

Nelson's voice was drowned in the deafening explosion in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was a package tightly wrapped in oil paper in his arms. A sturdy grey owl was standing on the head of his bed. A pair of piercing round eyes glared at him. Its face was too righteous. A pair of round and big eyes were covered with two thick, black and straight eyebrows. Nelson didn't know if an owl would grow. Eyebrows, but obviously it is long.

The black-robed wizard who had taken the lead rushed to Nelson's window on a broomstick. With a beautiful flick, he stopped, leaned over and leaned his head into the room, looked around, and asked anxiously:

"Are you okay? Where is the enemy?"

"It's okay, sir." Nelson threw the package in his arms and the camera onto the bed, raised his hands and patted his upper body, indicating that there were no more holes or anything on his body, and then pointed his hand at the bedside that was sharp. The owl pried open his fruit box and picked tomatoes from it, and said, "As for the enemy you are talking about, is it it?"

"What?" The black robe wizard's robe seemed to have a comprehensive disguise function, and even made his voice hoarse. He stretched out his hand by the window sill and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Of course you can, but please try to walk through the door next time." Nelson shrugged and stepped aside to make way for him. The black wizard's arm pushed hard and turned inside.

Immediately afterwards, a white light flashed, and he seemed to have triggered some magic trap. He was instantly ejected all the way, and slammed into the arms of a wizard riding a broomstick.

Nelson didn't understand what was going on. He poked his head out of the window again and looked at the wizard who had been knocked into the air. The black-robed wizard waved his hand, raised his wand, and disappeared.

The next second, a knock on the door sounded in the corridor outside Nelson's room.

He ran to the door and opened it. It was the black-robed wizard standing at the door. He was a little embarrassed, his wizard robe was wrinkled, and his breathing was a little disordered.

"Please come in." Nelson opened the door and asked him to come in.

"Wait," the black-robed wizard waved his hand again, straightened his neckline, and then asked politely, "May I have the honor to visit your room?"

"Oh..." Nelson didn't understand the man's way, but replied enthusiastically based on instinct, "Please come in."

"Thank you." The black-robed wizard cautiously put a hand into the room first, and waited for a while before stepping into a left foot with lingering fear. Nelson waited for a bit of itching, raised his arm and scratched his head. The black-robed wizard saw him. The movement was so frightened that he immediately retracted his left foot that had stepped in.

"What are you?" Nelson was even more confused about his way, so he asked in a low voice, "Are you still coming in?"

"If I remember correctly, this should be Lord Grindelwald's protective spell," the black wizard smiled awkwardly, and walked into Nelson's room with his chest raised up. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to get through your window. It's rude to flip in."

"Ah...I don't know there is this thing." Nelson replied blankly, and the black wizard just smiled.

"Is the owl that rushed in just now?" After entering the room, the black wizard stared at the owl on Nelson's bedside. He noticed that someone was looking at him. The owl no longer buried his head to eat, but raised his head. He replied with those big piercing eyes. Unexpectedly, the black-robed wizard would be defeated in the confrontation first. He turned his head and asked Nelson, "Mind if I check this owl?"

"Please." Nelson spread his hands, and saw that the black-robed wizard was stung by a wasp when he took out his wand, his arm convulsed violently, and the wand fell to the ground.

He picked up his wand, his attitude became more respectful, he stepped back and left the door, and whispered, "I believe in the magic of Lord Grindelwald. We will strengthen the security of the surrounding neighborhoods in the future. I'm sorry to interrupt your rest. I'm sorry!"

Nelson didn't feel any magical movement in the room from beginning to end. It wasn't until the black-robed wizard closed the door and exited that he showed a puzzled expression and said to himself, "What does this man do? Newmontgard's. Show?"

The owl also showed the same expression, but it didn't last long, and then went to fight the fruit.

Nelson turned his attention to the owl. He stepped forward. The bird of prey, which looked quite majestic in the sky, was immediately a stubby fat man. Nelson saw a short scarf tied around the owl's neck. He treated it like this. In terms of body size, this scarf is like a cloak, embroidered with the emblems of the Four Hogwarts Colleges, and he stretched out his hand to touch the letterbox tied to the owl's leg.

He untied the letterbox and sighed, "I don't know if they are too bad or you are too good. It's ridiculous that a group of people can't stop an owl."

Upon hearing this, the owl stopped eating, but "cooped" and raised a wing, motioning Nelson to look under his wing.

"What are you talking about? Every time you defeat a bird, you pull out their most beautiful tail feather and pin it to your chest?" Nelson bent down to look at the feathers on the owl's chest, and scratched his hair vigorously. "What is it? ? Why can I understand the owl?" (Note: see the author)

His eyes scanned the beautiful feathers that were obviously not owls, pheasants, eagles, vultures... Nelson was amazed until he saw a phoenix tail feather.

"It's outrageous, it makes sense for an owl to call a bird of prey." He always felt that there was a problem, and he couldn't tell. He had to pick up the letterbox at hand and pour out a tightly bound parchment from the side, looking at the side. Nelson smiled at the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting. "You actually practiced handwriting, Tom."

"Nelson, I heard you were attacked?"

In the small restaurant downstairs, Nelson and Andre were sitting opposite each other for dinner. He was busy breaking his own baguette, and beside him was throwing a table knife that had been dulled by bread.

"There was a false alarm. An owl broke through the line of defense. My good friend wrote me a letter." Nelson shook his head and said happily, but his eyes quickly became depressed after glancing at the bread on the table. .

"Bread slices." Andre raised his eyebrows and pointed his wand at the bread on Nelson's plate. They quickly divided into neat slices. Feeling Nelson's eyes looking at him, he said triumphantly, "A little magic , The kitchen curse will bring a lot of convenience to our lives, I suggest you check it out."

"I admire the views of one of my excellent schoolgirls named Augusta." Nelson shamelessly picked up the ready-made products. He forked a slice of bread and threw it into the onion soup, and said proudly, "She thinks the curse is It's easier to save trouble."

"Good point." Seeing Nelson's look like he was not ashamed but proud, Andre smiled angrily. He raised his wand again, and slices of bread lined up on the table and found his brother to pick him up. When the group came, it became the hard stick at the beginning, except that there was a piece missing in the middle. He spread his hand and looked at Nelson, and said, "Please show me a way to save trouble."

"As you wish," Nelson picked up his wand, pointed at the bread humorously, and said softly, "Bread slices."

The slices of bread are separated from the brothers again.

"I just think it's too simple," Nelson raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"But although it was a false alarm that you were assaulted," Andre said, looking away from the subject, "but some people were really attacked."

"Who?"

Andre's expression was tense and looked weird.

"Barry?" Nelson said with a smile, and he guessed something vaguely. "He won't be caught by Muggles again?"

"No," Andre said. "There is no White following this time, and he won't be caught by Muggles for whatever he can."

"Did he get caught by a magical animal like a troll?"

"No." Andre's expression became more and more strange. He suppressed a smile and said, "I heard that he was caught by a group of local wizards when he was looking for a history book, but they did not prevent Barry from contacting us. , Instead demanded a ransom from us."

"Did he not mention Grindelwald's name?"

"He said it at the beginning."

"Don't those wizards buy it?"

"Of course, otherwise we should be eating here with three of us now," Andre finally couldn't help laughing out loud. He patted the table while laughing, and said cheerfully, "They raised the ransom, the original saying was: ' Since you are from Grindelwald, such a small amount of money is not worthy of your identity.', hahahaha..."

"That's true," Nelson nodded. He didn't think there was any problem. He just asked Andre in confusion, "What is Barry trying to do like this? I was caught by this today and by that tomorrow. I doubt he can Can't beat me."

"Don't doubt it." Andre's expression suddenly became serious. He looked at Nelson solemnly, and suddenly broke his work. He laughed. "He must not be able to beat you. He even lives with the watchmaker and his wife next door. The daughter who just bought the wand can't beat..."

The store was filled with happy air for an instant.

After a while, Nelson was tired from laughing. He touched the wall of the bowl, the onion soup was still hot, so he forkped a slice of bread and threw it in, and continued to ask, "So do we need to save him? Is White coming?"

"No, this time I can be alone. Of course, you can also be together." Andre shook his head. "After all, he was caught by a wizard instead of a Muggle this time. If White goes there, I'm afraid he really Died there—and White also took on the job of entertaining the witch."

Nelson nibbled at the softened slice of bread, still chewy.

"Are you going to follow?" Andre asked with slanted eyes.

"Didn't I also take on the job of hosting Newt's seniors?"

"Are you afraid that he will be lost?" Andrei's eyes were almost slanted to the back of his head. "It would be nice if he doesn't make a mess of Newmontgard!"

"That's...but what's the matter with Barry and White?" Nelson's gossip curiosity flooded. "Last time Barry said that White caused him to be caught by Muggles. I thought they had a deep hatred before. White has been there, I didn't dare to ask."

"You are young and care about what these things do." Andre first mocked Nelson, then leaned down, eyes burning with gossip fire, looked around, and whispered: "You know that White's father was Grindel. Lord Wo's enemy, right? It can be said that she and Lord Grindelwald have murderous enemies, even though Lord Grindelwald has treated her as her own for so many years."

"I know, just like me." Nelson nodded.

"It's still not the same...but it doesn't matter." Andre lowered his voice and continued. "Later White didn't know where he was blind, and he fell in love with Barry. The two became glued to each other and finally got engaged... As a result, Barry told her of her life experience a few days later, and then she always felt that Barry was the chess piece sent by Grindelwald to seduce her~www.mtlnovel.com~ But in fact, she has been chasing people backwards. It's awkward. If you and your wife are awkward, what will you do?"

"I'm still young, you might as well think about what your wife will do."

"My wife and I..." Andre pondered for a moment, then suddenly shouted angrily: "**, I don't have a wife! I'm an old bachelor!"

"You are so pathetic..."

"Follow him," the old bachelor was really good at calming his mood. He adjusted his expression and continued talking, "Anyway, White's way of making trouble is to hide things in Bari. That time I went to Britain to find Bathilda Bagshot. Barry's wand was cast on the magic that automatically flew back to Newmontgard after ten hours..."

"Oh this..." Nelson imagined Barry's tragedy. When he finally crossed the oceans to reach the UK, he wanted to find a place to rest, so he found an empty ward and moved in, and was held down by the nurse the next morning. When I found out that the magic wand on my hand disappeared...

He shook his head, drove the funny tragedy out of his mind, and asked, "When are you going? If I have time, you will take me with you."

"Don't worry, I'll go and collect the money first." Andre took out a box from under the table, patted the lever and said, "They want nothing less!" My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort. One hundred and twelve chapters Barry was taken away again. Green Reading-Hogwarts and my classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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