My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 301

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"Seriously," after Nelson left, Grindelwald, who was about to leave Dumbledore, said the question that had been held in his heart for a long time, "I always thought that beauty is universal, as long as It is a truly beautiful thing, and it should be beautiful to any creature."

"Why see?" Dumbledore asked.

"This was originally more of a conjecture, not to mention that it has been falsified today," Grindelwald frowned, and said the most narcissistic words in the most serious tone, "Did you hear? That castle elf actually Call me ugly, it seems that its aesthetic standards are very different from that of human beings."

"It's a sneaky ugly monster," Dumbledore corrected. "And don't you think you are a bit overconfident?"

"If honesty can be said to be arrogant, then you are really a humble person."

Dumbledore replied, and the two were arguing while discussing business intermittently. Grindelwald had been 'prepared to leave' many times, but never succeeded.

Late at night.

"What did you do with Sigmund?" Dumbledore asked as if suddenly remembering something when Grindelwald was about to turn around and leave. "Is he okay?"

"Tsk tusk," Grindelwald shook his head, "If Sigmund knew that you thought of him so late, it would be very sad, don't worry, he is on a beach vacation in Normandy with Bob Bowie. A wizarding music festival with the theme of'Rethinking the War', they should be immersed in the mood of rethinking the war right now."

"It's horrible to have a music festival on the battlefield of Muggles."

"No way, they like it, maybe this is art, I really can't understand it."

"It seems that Durmstrangli is all yours."

"Don't speak so badly. Whatever you call it is my own person. It seems like a person is attached. You know, we don't do that." Grindelwald shook his head. There is one of your acquaintances in the entourage, but her disguise is so good that I can't find her sometimes."

"she?"

"And I think Sigmund should be happy to hand over his team leadership task to me," Grindelwald shook his head, sighed, and said, "You can hardly imagine how complicated Demstrang's team is. ——The people on our side, the traitor of the wizard, the undercover of the Ministry of Magic, a few wall grass... I really admire Sigmund, how did he put these big babies together? Maybe he has made up his mind to let This team died outside, trying to clear the door? Since he left, Durmstrang may only be left with the young man named Ludwig Kant who is dedicated to the school."

"Does Sigmund make any difference? Isn't he yours... from your side?"

"Of course not. You may have mistaken the fundamental logic of this matter." Grindelwald shook his head. "It was not that I asked Sigmund to lend me his identity, but Sigmund asked me to help him take it. The team, everything I did was Sigmund's request."

"What a'request'," Dumbledore shook his head. "If that's the case, it's easier to talk about. After the third round of the project, I hope you can cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's fight against Second Salem."

"Clean up?" Grindelwald snorted disdainfully. "The trash of the Magic Congress of the United States is really useless. You have to know that the insects that breed from the endless Muggles cannot be killed by killing them. You need Destroy their ridiculous beliefs, shatter them, cut off their eyelids, and allow their pupils to look directly at the sun all the time, so that they can be completely'sterilized'."

"What they think is their own business." Dumbledore shook his head. "I just want to protect my students from harm. I'm a little curious. Many of the materials they used to create the silent are from Newmonga. De stole it, and even blatantly commissioned the Muggle army to take the wizard children who fled to Numongard. According to your concept that everyone is a family, shouldn't you be more angry?"

"Why?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "They are just scars that look terrible, but they are insignificant and will only make you itchy. The hearts of people gathered by deception are like words written on the beach. They are worthless, but Putting them there can make these stubborn wizard officials vigilant, can slightly improve the IQ of these stupid people, and even cause trouble for my stumbling block. Isn't this a business that won't lose money?"

"This is closely related to the lives of your compatriots..."

"The guy who is depraved and even scorched by Muggles is not my compatriot," Grindelwald retorted. "I really like your old principal, Armando Dupete. He is better than yours. It's much more efficient."

"It is precisely because of his high efficiency that they have focused on his school! It is useless to say more, Grindelwald, you can not help, but you can't do bad things." Dumbledore stopped the topic, "I will be here tomorrow afternoon. See you in the principal's office, the three of us need to discuss the second round of the game."

"Okay, good night, Albus."

Grindelwald raised his hand, and saw a group of crimson flames suddenly appeared where Dumbledore was standing, and then disappeared.

He bent down, pressed his hand to the floor, feeling the residual heat of the Phoenix flame, and then took out two Nelson-produced **** from his pocket, put one into his ear, the other enumerated it to his mouth, and left in a whisper. This corridor is about to become the venue of the game.

"I said, it's not that I don't want to find her, but she pretended to be too good... Yes, I checked one by one. If Nelson hadn't asked me specifically, I would also specifically order to go on. I even think she is at all. I didn't come...No, what are you afraid of? Why are you so afraid of this at a critical moment? I thought the fanatic who robbed the shampoo tycoon alone was your substitute!"

Grindelwald was a bit bitter, a bit helpless, and some impatient voices got farther and farther, until the corridor fell into the familiar silence again.

"Gnar, are you sure this project is to bully a ghost?"

A few days later, Tom sat in the dining room and ate lunch with Nelson. As in the first round of the game, even though the game was about to start in the afternoon, he still received no useful notice, except that he heard it in the golden egg at first. The players still don't know anything about the information.

However, as an ancient event, the Triwizard Tournament has always had many fine traditions with the same long history, such as venting questions.

"I'm sure," Nelson said conclusively, "Sigmund himself really told me this time, and I was right by when he and Professor Dumbledore discussed the content of the game."

"I hope so, what do we need to rob? Pippi?"

Tom raised his head and saw a sneaky figure poking his head out of the ceiling on the top of the Boothbarton table, holding a silver, uniquely shaped wrench and turning the screws of the chandelier. There are no people sitting below, but if it falls off, it can scare them.

"Uh... it doesn't look like it should be. If the final goal needs to be caught now, the game may be delayed until next year." Tom stared at the wrench in Pippi's hand, "That wrench..."

"Yes, I gave it to him, to be able to cross the physical wall when needed, new technology." Nelson generously admitted.

On the day when Pippy and the castle woke up, the sleeping students didn't feel anything, and the professors wouldn't say anything about it. After all, the castle elves in their school were a bad guy who likes to do pranks. It's not very good.

And Pippi, who was "probabilized" by Nelson, also gave up yelling and pranks that affected the normal teaching order, and instead sneaked up on such normal pranks as hiding shoes, **** screws, and stealing batteries. He even found that In a certain way to control the castle, he used the turning stairs to play with the little wizards every day.

So far, many students in the castle haven't seen Pepi Ghost so far, it's just that the traps of the castle are more active.

Tom is one of the few students who have had a face-to-face encounter with Pippi. Two days ago, when he accompanied Nelson to look for question marks all over the castle and pitifully served him food, he ran into Pippi who was staying with the question mark in the kitchen. ghost.

Pippi is patiently introducing the use of dung bombs to the question mark, and strongly recommends tying a few question marks on his body, but the question mark has the dignity of a cat. It is difficult for this kind of unclean thing to enter its eyes, one soul and one cat. In this stalemate in the kitchen, the house elves shivered and shrank behind the door.

Tom had heard the story of Pippi from Helena. He was very capable of accepting this new thing. When the two spells went down, he completely stopped Pippi's hand that wanted to throw a big dung bomb at him.

"It's a wicked door, why can you hit Pi Pigui?" Pi Pigui felt like he was in a cave for seven days. It seems that when he wakes up, the times have changed. Anyone who pulls a student out can attack the spirit body. This made him miserable.

Pippi only promised for a few days, and found that there seemed to be only these two people who were evil, but he just happened to be touched by him, and he quickly became unrestrained, but the shorter time was still useless to make his reputation. To the point where everyone knows.

"I think we should use that corridor as a template to design a new venue. It should be similar to a maze where the warriors can attack each other."

"and then?"

"I think it might be outdoors, because I have been to that corridor. Although it is not narrow, watching the game is a big problem." Nelson at the table continued to analyze the content of the game, taking out a string of pearls-sized silver from his pocket. The long necklace of the ball was handed to Tom, "Put this on."

"Um."

Tom took the bead chain, and didn't ask its purpose, just raised it to his chest and gestured.

He found that wearing it around his neck was a bit too long, and even affected his activities, so he simply wrapped the bead chain around his wrist, and it could even be used as a wrist brace when not in use.

After eating a full meal, drank some tomato soup to help digestion, Tom got ready to go, and went to the principal's office with McGonagall who came to pick him up.

"Anything you shouldn't bring? If there is, leave it to Nelson."

McGonagall stood in front of Tom and left in no hurry.

"What shouldn't be brought?" Tom tilted his head, "I haven't heard of any regulations before."

"Uh, it's magic items that you carry with you," McGonagall glanced at Nelson and explained, "You know, some magic items performed very well in the first round, but the judges felt that they depended on magic. Props may prevent the warrior's strength from being well displayed, so this new regulation was formulated after voting. In addition, there are additional equipment such as magical animals and potions that are not part of the wizards themselves. They cannot be used in Was brought into the field before the game started."

Tom usedlessly answered immediately, turned his head, and looked at Nelson.

"It doesn't matter, this is not a magic item," Nelson said. "It cannot release any magic, nor does it possess any magic power."

"It doesn't matter," McGonagall shrugged. "In fact, even if you really prepare some magic props in advance, you can put it off the field and send it to yourself with a flying curse, as long as you don't enter the field. With so many bits and pieces, any other non-violating behavior is allowed."

"By the way, Tom is the prefect of Slytherin. Come and bring the junior students into the game. I believe you will not lose anyone." McGonagall looked at Nelson and said, "You will wait a while. After eating, you can go to the female prefect of Slytherin to ask about the situation. They should have been notified in advance. You only need to help her maintain order."

"Hurry up, Gnar." Tom followed McGonagall to Durmstrand's long table ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and turned his head and said, "Don't make your **** sit hot, I've cleared the level."

"Hmph, come on." Nelson threw a small tomato to Tom, turned his head, and began to look for female elder Dalian on the long table.

After finding Dalian, under the command of the professors, the two took the Slater students to the new competition venue.

Nelson guessed wrong. The second round of the project was actually held in that corridor. On the other side of the corridor wall, the school took out an amphitheater with a stretch curse, which was large enough to accommodate everyone and guests from the three schools. Judges, the blackboard in the classroom is a one-way glass where you can observe the corridor. The magic makes everyone sit in the first row from the visual effect.

Opposite the one-way glass is the venue of the competition, a corridor that is obviously elongated-daggers inserted on the ground, crossbow beds aimed at the players, throwing axes swinging back and forth, trolling monsters, hidden in the corners The shadow of, and some obstacles that can be used as wizards to confront. The end of these furnishings is a bell with a few porcelain nails. There is only one winner in this game, and he will get what is in the hood.

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