My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 392

Not long after, the sky is bright, the sun rises, and the sun shines on this barren land through thin clouds.

The mist that belongs to the night was condensed into drops of water in the cold wind at dawn, covering the dry soil, covering the yellow earth with a faint **** frost, making the whole land stained with a paleness like a patient's skin. .

"It's really weird." Standing in the middle of the ranch, a servant of the wind and dust, bent down and pulled another person out of the ground, and said, "Why doesn't this place grow grass?"

"It's September, man," the companion he pulled to the ground patted the dust on his palms and said, "This is not our home. Only pine trees grow in this season."

With that, he bent down and dragged on to the other person.

"Maybe it was cleaned before we came." The third wizard climbed up and looked around, guessing, "This place looks deserted for a long time. I think it was covered with weeds. The masters gave each other a gift. How could the gift not be packaged properly? You may not have seen it. The locket that the master received last week was packed in a wooden box framed with gold thread. According to me, the box is much more expensive than the old things inside. ."

"What do you know?" The fourth wizard wore a pair of glasses and seemed to have the highest level of knowledge among the group. "Which are they giving gifts? Obviously, it is because the master and Lord Grindelwald get closer. Recently Minister Rich was trying to please Lord Grindelwald and beating them by the way. This was paying for his life! How could this reluctant bleeding be cleaned up seriously? You must have not read the newspaper, did you? The guy who came here last, Let me tell you..."

The trio of gossips were ignoring themselves, and they approached the wizard wearing glasses.

“He's not just a young man who passed by injustice like the Daily Prophet said,” he leaned close to the three people on the side of the pit and whispered, “He is an important figure in Newmontgard, and the US Secretary of Magic even claimed He is a relative of Lord Grindelwald! I ordered a popular newspaper and saw Lord Grindelwald help him with his collar--"

Seeing the three people on the opposite side pale and froze in place, the spectacle wizard smiled triumphantly. They must have been shocked by their news. When he was enjoying the feeling of being worshipped, he felt someone poking his shoulder.

"Why don't you talk? Hey! Isn't it shocked?" He winked and smiled, his exaggerated expression was magnified by the glasses and it became more and more funny, but the feeling of being touched behind him came again, and he turned impatiently. Body, lowered his voice angrily, "Can you die by staying down for a while? Didn't see me...Ah! Mr. Butler! You are here!"

He folded his hands together, his face was full of smiles, his expression changed so fast that he could not match the deformed Distortion Magnus and some magical creatures who are good at imitating. He smiled flatteringly, "Why do you yourself? Coming up?"

The butler, who is usually respectful and respectful in front of Nelson, is showing extraordinary aura at this moment. He squinted at the wizard with glasses and snorted, "Do you think I don't have long legs or can't use magic?"

"Where is it?" The spectacle wizard rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Your level of magic—"

The butler did not want him to finish these compliments, but said coldly, "The United States has no Ministry of Magic, let alone a Minister of Magic."

"Huh?" The spectacle wizard was stunned, his mouth widened, and he stood in front of the three people who were trying to suffocate, unable to speak.

"There are some things that you can ridicule like those beggars at the corner of the street," the butler said blankly, "but the Black family will not accept a guy who likes to chew his master's tongue."

"Feel sorry!"

The spectacle wizard bowed his head in fear, apologized, and was about to slap himself. This action was common all over the world.

"What are you doing?" The butler held his arm. "I just hope you don't use your stupidity to spoil the interest of Lord Williams. I think you should remember the way the master was angry."

The wizard closed his mouth firmly, standing straight on the spot, his lips as if stuck with some strong glue.

The butler glared at him at last, turned and walked in the other direction of the pothole, and the three wizards who were interested in gossip also calmed the burning fire of curiosity, resisted fatigue and pain, and worked harder. Get to work.

The fences in the distance are clinging to the dense vines, covered with green and yellow, and they have not been cleaned for a long time. On the flat wasteland, the wizards of the Black family are pulling them back to the ground by the arms of their companions. Not long after, Bollock also emerged from the ground, his face stained with mud and blood, which was completely different from his usual handsome appearance.

He leaned on his waist, gasped, and exhaled a white column of air from his mouth. Seeing this, the same housekeeper took out a woolen coat and put it on his body.

"thanks."

Bollock tightened his clothes tightly, stomped his feet and looked around. As the morning fog subsided, the ground became as pale as saline soil, and the dilapidated houses in the distance, the three-story house were built into castles. Apparently, those so small arrow towers are also dotted with faded pink paint and long-dead jack-o-lanterns. It seems that Dr. Sykes made it to please his daughter in the early years. There is a large barn behind the mini castle. Next to it is the mill for grinding bran. The windmill at the top of the mill only has its rotating shaft. I don't know where the four-leaf fan has gone. There is a yew tree planted in the courtyard, but it seems to have been dead for many years. When the firewood burns, it is not long enough.

There is also a row of pony posts next to the house, two of which are slightly shorter, which seem to be for the pets of the two little girls.

These life-filled objects add a touch of family warmth to this old-photographed manor. If at other times, Borox felt that he would shook his head pretendingly and sighed about the family's misfortune, but now he even He didn't bother to pretend, but these affectionate things made him shudder—the better Dr. Sykes was at home and the more he loved his daughters, the more terrifying he felt.

What kind of talent is so fragmented? A man who has almost no faults except some madness in his own impression, a man who loves his wife and loves his daughter, and a man who is superb in magic and is an expert in the field of magical animals is almost the perfect person in everyone's mind.

But the hideous monsters pieced together by the broken limbs and arms in the bunker are silently accusing Dr. Sykes of the horror and cruelty. According to Nelson, there are more than one room around the bunker, and even the werewolf who attacked him. Just escaped from that room, how many untold sins did he commit?

Bollocks recalled the time when the Sykes family had an accident. It happened that around Halloween, some guys with long tongues said that he had committed too many crimes and was avenged by the ghost. Bollocks thought it was nonsense, but now he believed it.

He imagined what Dr. Sykes looked like during the "experiment", putting a living person...Borlocks felt a smell of anger hit his throat, and he stooped and retched. The housekeeper hurriedly held his shoulders and patted him. His back wanted to help him smooth his breath.

"It's okay," Bollock waved his hand, wiped his lips, and said with an ugly expression, "I just have too much imagination... vomit!"

"Master..." Of course, the butler understood why Bollocks retched. In fact, he just wandered far away not to patrol, but to vomit secretly.

"Oh...you wait a minute, follow Nelson's request, cooperate with him, and block this place." Bollock intermittently ordered, "Damn! I'm not here again for this horrible place!"

"Master, don't you need to continue to study?" The old butler said anxiously, "At least we should organize people to kill the remaining living things in the bunker."

"Oh! Don't talk about living creatures, please," Borox wailed, and said with a strong spirit, "He lets you do whatever he wants... Help me to the red pine forest over there, I can't stand it. NS."

Hearing the words, the housekeeper nodded, and helped the master to go to the red pine forest that was located on the shady side of the mountain during the previous exploration. It just so happened that he could also find a chance to vomit.

Nelson remained in the bunker, standing quietly in front of the last most human-like experiment, taking off his gloves, and staring at his palm, as if he wanted to see the flowers.

"Emotions can become magic, so can magic leave emotions?"

This is clearly a person who can't die anymore, not even a person, and I have repeatedly confirmed that there is no dregs left in their souls, and their souls may even be when they were cut open by Dr. Sykes. Has disappeared.

"But you...you are obviously so real, so real as if it were a story I personally experienced, the emotions I experienced personally."

Nelson curled up his palms and opened them again, repeating the action, not knowing who he was speaking to.

"I even think you look familiar, but I don't know who you are." Nelson hammered his temple lightly. "I have no memory of this. I shouldn't have seen you in the past, but that familiarity. Where did it come from?"

The "person" standing in front of him silently did not answer him.

"Perhaps we will meet in the future? Is this a prophecy?" Nelson let out a "hey", trying to enliven the atmosphere between himself and a specimen. The assumption of the prediction made him laugh.

"Nelson, are you okay?"

Bollock's voice came from above, and Nelson raised his head. His face was pale, but he was in a much better condition. It is estimated that he had finished vomiting, but he was squinting at the moment, trying to keep Nelson in his sight as much as possible.

"Please let the wizards of the Black House stand in the position I said, and take these little balls!" Nelson looked up, and a dozen small silver **** flew to every wizard including Borox, "I'll do it. Give them a relief."

Bollock nodded, and stepped back to a position where he couldn't see the situation in the pit.

"Seriously, only b-level movies dare to shoot like this."

Nelson murmured softly. He shook his head, took out the silver lighter from his pocket, popped the lid with a "bang", and polished the flame. The faint blue fire was indistinguishable from the faint colors of the morning. He stretched out his hand, pinched the flame from the lighter, pinched it on his fingertips, feeling the burning and pain caused by Li Huo-even though Li Huo could be easily controlled with the help of Grindelwald's lighter, the power it leaked was still Not to be underestimated.

"Um...get a good tire."

Nelson did not condense the iconic cracks in the illusion, and they did not find a soul where they belonged.

He threw the flame at will and threw it on the chest of a specimen. The greedy fierce fire burned this excellent fuel into a blue torch in just one second.

"Pop! Boom!"

This was the sound of the leather thread that the specimen used to sew up, and immediately after that, the arm that did not belong to the torso fell to the ground.

There was a crackling sound of fire in the ear, and the face in front of her seemed to be scorched by the heat and deformed. There was a tear in her eyes. Nelson was stunned. He should know that it should be the residual moisture of this specimen. It was baked, but his eyes widened in surprise.

"Nelson! The fire is big!"

Borox shouted from above, and Nelson raised his head and replied, "Immediately!"

Seizing the last time, Nelson stretched out his unprotected hand and reached the woman's face.

"Crack...crack...bang!"

The excessively high temperature in the pit made the surrounding wizards involuntarily retreat, and the sudden gust of wind blew the small castle of the Love House. Half of the remaining rotten wooden door only received a little force, and then collapsed in a loud noise. , Raised the sky full of smoke and dust.

"call!"

Qiao Kunda woke up from her dream and suddenly sat up in her sleeping bag. Her eyes widened and her chest undulated violently. Her eyes were full of panic and fear. The sound of stubble breaking was something she could not get rid of in this life. Shadow-just when her home was broken into by an intruder.

"Squeak!"

A scream came from under her body and raised her waist. It turned out that the steel was crushed when she was awakened. The sore and sour Qiao Kunda hugged her sniff and hugged her on her chest, feeling the rare temperature.

"Steel, the door collapsed again."

Sniff gently licked the corner of her eye.

"It should have collapsed long ago. The half of the door was not strong after being hit. It should have collapsed long ago... it collapsed long ago..."

She raised her head and judged by the light from outside the tent that a broken tree branch should have fallen on the top of the tent. The fleeing Jokunda had no conditions to use a three-bedroom tent like a wizard. I can build a simple one with tarp.

"It turned out to be a branch..." She closed her eyes and lay back in her sleeping bag. "I'm in the woods, so I can't be scared by the branches."

Sniff nodded and was pillowed under her head.

"Think of my head as a quilt."

Sniff is difficult to move, this quilt is a bit heavy, but in order to let the owner have a good night's sleep, it dare not struggle anymore.

"If you want to go to the Sahara, don't take me!"

On the pine tree trunk above her head, the pair of surveillance duo quarreled again.

"Master Wiltening doesn't care."

"He doesn't care if you make a mistake, but he cares if you fail because of a mistake!"

"It's a big deal... and there's nothing wrong with the Sahara. I went to New York during my last rotation and bought a cactus recipe in an antique shop."

"You guy...she now finally feels that her escape skills have improved, she has relaxed her vigilance, and started to talk in sleep. We must seize the opportunity! If she finds that we can easily catch up with her~www.mtlnovel.com ~Then it will be much harder to give her this illusion next time!"

"Oops……"

"I have reported it to Master Penguin, and he promised that if you fail, he will send you to Azkaban as an undercover agent."

"Azkaban? The prison with 0.7 fugitives per year at the British Ministry of Magic? Who is the undercover agent?"

"You sound interested? Huh? I don't mind telling you, undercover guard."

"Prison guards? Prison guards are pretty good. They eat delicious and spicy food, and they can beat people if there is nothing wrong with them."

"Well, I hope you will have this attitude toward your life by then. To tell you the truth, there is only one prison guard in Azkaban, and that is the dementor."

"What is our next plan? I will prepare now!"

At their feet, Jokunda slept soundly and did not hear what they were saying.

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