My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 348

"Professor, I think you must have some plan, don't you?"

"You may see me in the future," Dumbledore blinked. "I used to be a reckless person, always taking one step at a time, so I paid the price, and it's me to be a man who can count on nothing. The goal."

"Then you are a man who has no ideas?"

"I hope I am."

Dumbledore was holding his magic wand, facing the shelf like watering flowers, but his mind was obviously not there. The clear water gushing from the tip of the stick, squatting straight to the wall, they followed the scratches on the wall over the years. It dripped down and soon covered the dusty floor. Gradually, the muddy water flooded the feet of Tom and Nelson's leather shoes. They did not speak, but stared quietly at Dumbledore's motionless back.

Obviously, he was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Lover...Does destiny also consider it as a lover..."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, but the clear pronunciation was swallowed into his belly with his clenched lower lip.

"professor?"

Nelson asked softly, but Dumbledore did not hear his voice, but stood silently, like a statue, until Nelson called for the second time, and he turned his head with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Tom, maybe you should put some easy-to-clean wallpaper on your facade."

"Yeah, Professor," Tom nodded, "So is that why you washed the wall down?"

Nelson stomped him heavily under the cover of the shelf.

"Haha," Dumbledore patted his forehead, "Sorry, that's how I clean in our house. Don't worry, I will fix it for you."

With a big wave of his hand, a bunch of crystal light particles gushing out from the tip of the stick, flying around the store, clinging to the wall, among the glittering golden lights, the decoration of Tom's shop has been remodeled-the new wallpaper is in rose red. As a benchmark, the Welsh-style patterned plate has a slight jump in the middle, which looks very "pure blood".

Nelson looked at the wallpaper with thoughts in his eyes. Where did this pattern seem to be seen?

He pondered behind Dumbledore for a while, and finally thought of the place where he had met this pattern last time-among the paintings on the wall of Dumbledore's office, the dusty house with tables and chairs overturned. He was in Godric. The former home of the valley.

He is not a homeless person, but no one is waiting for him in that home.

"Does it look good? Tom," Dumbledore smiled triumphantly, "this is a pattern I designed when I was young. The pattern is inspired by the scales of a red dragon."

Tom hadn't paid attention to the details of the hanging paintings, he half agreed and half nodded helplessly, and said, "Good-looking is good-looking, but professor, the shop will be even darker."

"I remember it used to be a pet shop," Dumbledore blinked at the new wallpaper. He did blink too much today. "I bought your and Gnar school gifts here. , This is the usual trick of this kind of magic store owner-dim lighting, narrow window and deliberately reduced lighting, so that shopping customers can not detect the defects of the goods, you can rest assured, if there is enough lighting, it looks like sitting here It's the same on the dragon's back!"

After that, holding the wand high, a crimson flame emerged from the tip of the wand. At first it was like a flower bone. Then, it throbbed like a heart gestating life, and a clear and brighter phoenix sound came out of the fire. Then, with the sound of tearing through the flames, a beautiful phoenix sprang up from the flames.

"Fox?" Nelson gestured with two hands to an apple-sized circle, looked at the proud figure above his head, and exclaimed, "The last time I saw it, it was only so big, crumpled, and lint-free. ."

When Fox flew out of the flames, the ceiling above his head already made him very upset. Nelson said this again, a little unhappy that it flew from Dumbledore to Nelson's side in a thunderous manner, no He stopped pecking at his arm until he said, "It looks so good now" before letting go.

"It was like this when the phoenix was in Nirvana, but Fox wants face, and he wouldn't show it to you when he was young," Dumbledore stared at Nelson and smiled. Have you come to show off?"

Fox raised his head proudly, and all the lights hidden in the store were all lit up in an instant. The originally dark and cramped small store suddenly became spacious and bright. The special reflection of the wallpaper gave everything in the store a grid-like golden red. The pattern, including the three people standing here, Nelson stared at the swaying candle shadow, as if seeing a red dragon soaring over Wales, two figures stood at the door of a not-destroyed but somewhat old house. Upright and full of spirits, they are holding the same crystal bottle with their right hand, and smilingly dripping blood into it along the scratched finger, their eyes are filled with the same ambition and imagination, but also buried differences. Ambition and desire.

Behind them, a young man who was seven-point similar to Dumbledore was holding his sister and taking her secretly in the long-lost sun.

If we are to find a beginning for all the tragedies that belong to magic that we are familiar with, then all the clues may be attributed to the Godric Valley, which is not big or small.

"Snapped!"

After half a second, a lamp exploded from the inside, seemingly because the flame was too hot.

"Tom, I'm afraid this light hasn't been on for a long time." Dumbledore's figure shook, as if stimulated by the strong light.

Nelson blinked. Could it be that the speed of sound is faster than the speed of light in the magical world?

But Dumbledore did not leave them a chance to think. He turned to look at Monton, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, but he used **** to pull himself to the door and said, "Find out where they came from, Meng Pause, don't make any more leaks."

"Ah... Albus, actually—"

Dumbledore ignored Monton's wrangling and turned to look at Nelson and Tom.

"What's wrong? Professor."

"Minerva is a little troublesome," Dumbledore said, staring at Nelson. "When you are about to do something, be sure not to leave trouble."

"Minerva?" Nelson's eyes tightened, and just as Dumbledore was about to call Fox, he stretched out his hand and took the arms of Tom and Dumbledore.

"Take me to Minerva."

Dumbledore told Fox, but before Fox even had time to wave his wings, the three of them disappeared in front of it.

"Huh!" Dumbledore broke free from the oppression of Apparition. What caught his eyes was the large purple. He blinked at Nelson. "I didn't expect you to be so proficient in the appearance of your entourage. Fox is completely in vain. ."

"Professor, I study very hard." The appearance of the follower needs to be approved by the follower to be so easy. Tom knows what Nelson is going to do when he is caught by the arm. Does Dumbledore also have such a tacit understanding? But Nelson didn't expose him, just blinked his eyes like him. "It's not in vain. Tom's shop is very bright now, is it?"

"Is this Minerva's home?" Tom rubbed his eyes. "I hate this color."

"Minerva will be sad to hear it." Dumbledore rubbed Tom's shoulder, looked at the ash-filled open space under his feet, and looked at the shadowy side of the hill where they were, which would be illuminated by fire from time to time. "But if we go quickly, she will definitely forgive you."

As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the three people disappeared, and the footprints stepped on under their feet were quickly filled with floating ashes.

The three of them appeared on the hillside of the opposite hill at the same time, but the scene in front of them had changed drastically at this moment.

A semi-spherical transparent barrier covers a group of unconscious Muggles. It is the group rescued by Nelson. Three scarred wizards are shrinking behind the barrier and carrying their wands to fight back. McGonagall stands alone. Outside the barrier, the soldiers manipulating dozens of mud squeezed to resist the curse of the outside world.

In front of her, ten or so wizards who covered their faces were pouring various spells on her and the barrier.

"Let's give up resistance! We will not do anything to you, as long as you hand over the Muggles behind and cast yourself an oblivion spell, we will let you go!"

"You can't hold it anymore!"

The group of masked wizards were fierce offensive, and they did not seem to be weak, but their tone was unexpectedly polite, and they were simply diplomats among the dark wizards.

But McGonagall can only stand in place to defend and be beaten. There are too many people behind who need to be protected, which makes her more passive in this battle of less to more.

"call-"

Nelson gritted his teeth and exhaled a foul breath. This is not far from the landing point of the three people and the village where they fought with McGonagall's mother. Looking at the footsteps, he almost left with his front foot. McGonagall was attacked here. Look at her. It seemed that if Dumbledore came a little later, McGonagall might have an accident.

"Gnar," Dumbledore said softly, "There is not much I can teach you about magic, but there are still some life experiences. For example, when facing your enemies, never place hope on them. The bottom line, not to mention this kind of dark wizard, the same is true in the face of those respectable guys."

At this time, McGonagall also noticed the three newly-appearing people. She was nervous at first and was almost hit by a coma spell, but after seeing the caller, she quickly showed a relaxed expression.

The fastest action was Tom. Although he didn't know what was going on, he directly deceived him, and two disarming curses flew away, quickly driving the two masked men out of the battle group.

Nelson clearly saw that his wielding gesture was not a disarming spell at the beginning, but he realized that Dumbledore was behind him, so he closed his hand stiffly and shot two red lights. Otherwise, his gang would ignore him. One of them came down to face each other, and at least two of the masked people had to withdraw from the magic world forever.

Dumbledore nodded at Nelson, and walked towards McGonagall.

Nelson observed the battlefield. Only three wizards with "a little hope" who were ordered to **** the Muggles were present. The whistleblowers were already there, and their wands were broken by Nelson. Three roots are afraid that McGonagall handed them over from the enemy.

It has been a long time since he left here. Nelson did not doubt McGonagall's ability, but she not only needed to mediate with many dark wizards, but also needed to protect the Muggles behind her. He blamed himself, but he was not influenced by his emotions. Instead, he turned his blame into warfare. He appeared behind the dark wizard in the center and quietly pressed his wand against his back.

"There are so many obstacles!"

Nelson did not use the Silent Curse. He strongly announced the joining of the three newcomers. The power of the curse without precision and skill has reached its extreme, just like the curse used in the shop because of fear of dirt. Strong.

"bump!"

A burst of air sounded on the battlefield. The wizard's body flew high and directly hit the clay figure beside McGonagall. Under the strong impact, half of his head plunged into the clay figure's chest, and then Like a ripe fruit, it slowly fell to the ground.

"It's safe."

McGonagall let out a sigh of relief, his legs softened, and he was about to fall backwards with his eyes closed. The clay figure who had just been hit by the dark wizard showed amazing flexibility, and gently supported her shoulders with his hands. Walked into the barrier against her.

Nelson and Tom, who had just settled the two people on the side, glanced at each other. Turning to see, Dumbledore was holding his wand high. Under his spell, the already crumbling barrier became impenetrable and impenetrable like steel.

"Dumbledore!"

At the moment, the black wizard had only eight people still standing. Someone in the crowd recognized Dumbledore. With an exclamation, everyone looked at him.

"Dumbledore." The one in the middle of them had fallen into a deep coma, and an old wizard who was on his left side had to stand up and whispered, "We have no intention of offending. , But what Professor McGonagall does may cause us a lot of trouble."

"You..." Dumbledore dropped his hands, and the barrier had been repaired.

"We have tried our best to avoid hurting her. We only need the Muggles at the back to get someone, and we turn around and leave."

"You even know that she is Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts."

Nelson and Tom had never seen Dumbledore like this. When he was scolded by himself, he had nothing but regret; when he jumped off the Eiffel Tower with Grindelwald in his arms, there was nothing but determination in his eyes—angry never seemed to be on him. Had come on, except when teachers and students at Hogwarts were injured.

Is this the strength of Dumbledore, known as the most powerful wizard?

Neither Nelson nor Tom wanted to blink their eyes. UU read www.uukanshu.com and stared at the next scene.

The leading black wizard still maintained a negotiating posture, but Broom Shinan under their feet was agitated.

In the first second, it was still a gentle flower, and in the next second, giant wood-like thorns formed a cage, without warning or even growth, and firmly tied the remaining eight people together.

The battle seemed to be solved in just one second. There were no deep spells and no exaggerated effects. There was only a one-second start and end. Nelson hadn't even had time to release his mayfly. He felt that he could do it. Everything is just not so fast, but for the wizard's battle, the fighter plane is fleeting, after all, a life-destructive green light hits you only for a moment.

Tom looked at Dumbledore and at himself, with an expression eager to try.

The eight people controlled by Dumbledore didn't even have a chance to recite the spell. The disguise on their faces was not removed, only Dumbledore sighed.

"Should I be lucky? At least you are not twenty-eight."

Chapter end