My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 360

"Nelson, leave it to me."

A big thick hand covered Nelson's shoulders, and he raised his head. It was Zweig, the first saint he knew was as reliable as a rock, and blocked all the wind blowing on Nelson.

"Zweig, I... still haven't been able to protect them with a patron saint like you said..."

Nelson lowered his head, and the wand slid from his fingertips to the ground. The legendary wand that was enough to stir up the greed of all wizards fell into the dust, covered in dust and filth.

"You did everything you could, Nelson. When I taught you the Patronus Charm, I never thought you could do it so well." Zweig smiled gently, and the normally taciturn man scratched his head. , Said, "If you believe me, go to rest first, always trust your goblin friend, you won't forget it."

"I..." Nelson said nothing, shook the girl's hand vigorously, stood up with Zweig's help, and patted his shoulder, "I will trouble you."

"Yeah." Zweig helped Nelson to the side of the hut and directed the wizards to widen the space next to Tom, and turned away in silence.

Zweig, the dangerous dark wizard wanted by many countries, this wild-looking big man approached the girl lying on the ground, and said softly, "Little girl, are you okay?"

He half-kneeled beside the girl and gently stroked her bare scar in the air with a clean handkerchief—what a terrible scar it was! Even Andre would stare at them and shook his head when he came here. Layers of welts covered the girl's left shoulder. There was no good meat on the entire shoulder. New granulation had grown from the old scars. But he was brutally pierced by new wounds.

The girl's immature face has lost all its innocence. One of her eyes is muddy like a broken egg, but the other eye is staring at Nelson, who is sitting not far away, leaning against the wall.

"I am still alive."

Her voice was as harsh as rusty metal, and even her vocal cords and internal organs were not let go of the torture of those people.

Zweig shook his head pityingly. The tattoo on his face gleamed with a soft milky white light, which made the fierce-faced man extremely holy. He dropped the handkerchief and gently stroked the girl's twisted legs with his fingertips, which broke. The bones that regrown afterwards broke again in a sour blast, but they were quickly spliced ​​straight, the scars of the nails reopened, and the black bruises filled with cold air were squeezed out.

"Call it out when it hurts, it's okay."

"I don't hurt."

The girl feels distressingly sensible. She tried to squeeze a smile at Zweig, but it was uglier than crying. While receiving treatment, she never looked away from the savior.

"Hey, that's not bad." Zweig rubbed the girl's dirty hair, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and a warm current flowed through the girl's body in an instant. "If a person has experienced pain that is beyond imagination, he will feel the pain. Will improve their tolerance."

The girl lay silently on the ground, and Zweig just drew it twice. She didn't really feel any pain now.

"Are you looking at Nelson? You can consider living in Newmontgard in the future. There are no bad guys from the Magical Congress of the United States. By the way, you should be a little wizard?" Seeing the girl nodded, Zweig took her His head broke into a posture facing upward, "Don't look at it for a while, he won't die, come and look at me."

The girl looked at Zweig obediently, and saw that he pulled out a sharp silver dagger from his sleeve, a white light flashed, and a "swish" cut through her wrist, filled with milky white halo blood dripping from the wound. Falling happened to fall into the girl's cloudy eyes.

Zweig closed her eyelids and stood up, "I have to rest for a while. I have to look after the other wounded."

The girl closed her eyes and nodded, but as soon as Zweig left, she opened her eyes and looked at tired Nelson.

Such scenes continue to occur in the station, and the saints who have learned about the situation have become more gentle in their care. Similarly, their dissatisfaction with the Magic Congress of the United States is also accumulating, and they can be used by the notorious wizarding terrorist organization. A government that bears resentment from the moral level is also outrageously rare.

Tom, who had placed Nelson, immediately ran to help. At this moment, the temporary hospital had just been built. A few saints built a teleportation magic text in the center of the Second Salem Station. Soon, support and supplies of medicine came here. .

Tom returned to Nelson's side again, and when he saw that he was slightly tired, he stretched out his hand.

"Nall, these fuckers." Tom gave a light sip and punched the wall. "If I were Grindelwald, I would have killed them more than ten years ago."

"Who isn't it?" Nelson grabbed Tom's hand, stood up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and watched the busy saints carry the wounded who had never known their lives on a stretcher, and then gently clicked. nod.

"I'm going to help, you know, my potion master—"

"Thank you, Tom." Nelson nodded and walked to Grindelwald not far away.

The sun moved slowly to the west, coating the wilderness with a golden red. Grindelwald sat on the roof, raised his hand, and stared at the golden edge of the palm in silence.

Standing in the corner of the wall, Nelson leaped, and in mid-air, a silver light suddenly appeared under his feet. With the thrust of the mayfly, he jumped onto the roof.

"The old wand is with me."

Nelson walked to Grindelwald and drew the wand from his pocket.

"Oh, I remember, I asked Credence to give it to you, you should have seen him, just now."

"He is very powerful and I am impressed."

"He is as shy as you, but he is very grateful to you," Grindelwald waved his hand. "That was your magic wand, do you remember?"

"in New York?"

"Yes, Nelson," Grindelwald turned around, fancyly playing with the ordinary wand in his hand, "You won it from me. Tell you a little secret, even Albus, never How does it feel to beat me in a formal duel... the three sacred objects?"

"Very useful, especially when facing Helbo."

"To deal with the dead, you might be like a god?" Grindelwald nodded, "I really didn't expect that you hid the resurrection stone without saying a word for so long, and I didn't expect that Credence was trying to save His little girlfriend went to **** the invisibility cloak-so much so that when Albus told me that you need the last sacred artifact, I thought he was joking, and it was ironic to say that the two of us have been chasing this for the first half of our lives. A few things, but in the end, it was our common student who completed our traceability."

"I can return the old wand to you."

"Don't, don't," Grindelwald shook his head. "Albus once laughed at me. He was a coward who only chased outside forces. Now I don't need it anymore. What's more, Nelson, you should be better than I need it even more. For today's matter, if you don't have the Deathly Hallows, I'm afraid you can only save two people."

"But there are still five dead."

"What can we do? The Americans have done it so terribly," Grindelwald shook his head and sighed, "Even if the stereotype given to me by Ann is cruel, but when I come here, the strong breath of death scares me. When I get to me, it's different from the enemies who died in my hands...I am inferior to them."

"Will they get the trial they deserve?"

"Not necessarily, but I promise, they will pay the price."

Nelson nodded, walked to Grindelwald and jumped off the eaves.

"Be careful." Grindelwald stuck his head out, but unfortunately he didn't see the scene of Nelson lying on the ground.

In the busy, the setting sun, the huge body of the Winged Demon was dyed red. It has been hanging in the sky for too long. Panic has already set off in the city of Boston, but the Magic Congress of the United States still has no news.

This is abnormal.

Until the night lightened, the saints on the edge were attracted by a group of uninvited guests.

The guests the saints were waiting for finally arrived.

A group of panicked wizards suddenly appeared outside the Second Salem Station. It was at the door of the hut next to the railroad tracks. The room was enlarged by the Unmarked Stretching Curse to look like a hospital. The rigorous killing work has just been completed. With a strong pungent smell of potion, Nelson was standing at the door of the cabin, staring blankly at the parchment in his hand.

Just five minutes ago, an old man who was unfortunately involved here passed away. Nelson was very impressed with him. His memory was very long and full of happy memories. This gave Nelson, who has been immersed in depressive memories, so much. Minutes of breathing time.

This retired old postman who moved to Boston from faraway Miami was going to spend his twilight years with his daughter and son-in-law. Who would have thought that his life would be left in this strange land the next day here.

Haierbo's remnant soul did not defeat him, but he still fell under unbearable pain. This is a gentle man. In the illusion, he used his remaining eyes to look at the rushing out of his eye sockets. The dementor repeated over and over again: "Child, this monster is about to wake up, you can't fight him, kill me..."

An old witch with a silver head stood sternly in front of the crowd, looking like a bad-tempered old McGonagall.

"Young man, where is Mr. Gellert Grindelwald?"

But Nelson didn't even lift his eyelids. He ignored the black wizard in front of him, and didn't pay attention to the witch at all.

His attention was all attracted by the report in his hand, and the old man's voice and smile surfaced in his heart. Although there was only one side, with the help of Sensation Mind, he almost accompanied this old man his entire life before his death. This sad mood almost crushed him, but Nelson had turned it into uncontrollable anger.

He held the parchment with his left hand tightly clenched into a fist. The edge of the parchment was torn apart in an imperceptible burst of fibers. The right hand holding the magic wand trembled, making the wizards in front of him vigilant.

"Where is Queenie?"

After a while, Nelson squeezed a cold question from between his teeth.

"Thank you for letting her pass on such important information to us. She made a big fuss in Congress, but we all understand why she did it," the old witch said with a smile. "If it weren't for you, we would even It is impossible to find that my colleagues inside have done such heinous things behind the Congress."

"Behind?" Nelson sneered and waved his wand unexpectedly. An unprepared middle-aged man was picked up from the team behind the old witch and slammed heavily on the ground. "Is that behind? Ah? !"

Seeing Nelson raised his wand again, the wizards behind the old witch became vigilant, but the saints gathered around Nelson in an instant, keeping him firmly in the center.

Tom had quietly appeared behind the old witch, pressed her wand against the back of her head, and almost pushed her on the ground.

"You guys step back, I want to see, do they dare to do it."

Nelson felt the joy of a fake tiger, but it was not enough! The crowd separated a passage, and he walked out slowly, came to the man who was thrown dizzy, and looked at him condescendingly.

"Grant Pierce, are you the person in charge of this film? I remember that Mr. Leonard's lungs were stabbed by you with a branch, right?"

"Who is Leonard?" Pierce asked in confusion.

"Of course you don't know. He was a Muggle who died a few minutes ago. People like you shouldn't remember the name of a humble Muggle." Nelson raised his head and stared at the man behind the old witch, Serafina. Piqueley, I don't understand why the Magical Congress of the United States sent a retired wizard to come. I don't understand that he can come and heal the wounded quickly, but you have to delay it until now, but you may not know..."

He lightly tapped his temple with his index finger, showing a mocking smile: "Even if everyone is dragged to death by you, their pain will remain in my mind. Sins cannot be washed away by delay."

"The most important thing now is to solve the problem." Piqueley didn't care about Pierce on the ground. The wizard who was the first man picked up by Nelson had been abandoned by her. She bent down sincerely and said, "We will be sure. Responsible for mistakes."

"Mistakes?"

"I'm sorry, it's because I used the wrong words." Picquili understood the importance of the situation better than anyone. When she knew that Grindelwald was present, she already understood that the problem could not be solved by force. The most important thing at the moment is to put it here. Everything that happened is buried in the same place, no matter what the cost is, it is better than spreading to all parts of the world. A few weeks ago, the speaker of this term just participated in a global conference on the treatment of Helbo Horcruxes. At the meeting, he Even one of the initiators of the "destroy" proposal, "we will give Newmontgard satisfactory conditions."

In her opinion, Newmondgard was about to grab a braid and ask for a price.

Grindelwald stood up in the distance, he was almost amused by this old acquaintance.

Nelson stood on the spot like a sculpture, her breath was a bit unstable. Piqueley thought she had offered a good price, but she ignored the position of the person in front of her. Everyone held their breath and looked towards the lonely face. To Nelson of the crowd, only the more and more violent wind howled was left in the air.

"You...really laughed at me."

Nelson began to stroke his hair again, and Tom knew that he could no longer contain his anger.

He held the wand with a slight force, and the burning sensation stimulated Piqueri's nerves.

But no one dared to act rashly, just because the man who had not yet appeared was standing on the roof in the distance and looking here.

"So handsome! Look here!"

A discordant voice suddenly sounded from the side, and everyone turned their heads to look at the owner of the voice.

Penguin held the camera and pressed the shutter.

"Crack!"

The spotlight successfully flashed the eyes of everyone including Nelson.

The smoke cleared, and a photo slowly spit out from the camera in the penguin's hand. The people in the photo looked different and dressed in bright clothes, as if they were having a grand banquet. Their desire to magnify their ugliness infinitely, while standing on the opposite side. Nelson and Tom in the crowd looked extremely clean.

"It's time to make a big news."

Chapter end