My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 410

　　 Penguin ignored Johnny and Joseph anymore. He stretched out his hand to support the stretcher, and slightly inverted the weight, his expression instantly became strange.

　　 "What's wrong? Penguin."

　　 "Come on, lose your broken stretcher."

Penguin let go of his hand helplessly, and Nelson, who was sleeping peacefully, became soft, like a piece of fully fermented dough, slowly collapsed under the action of gravity, the color on his body faded and turned into a pool with his The blue-eyed water seeped from the gaps in the stretcher and fell neatly on the snow.

　　 Penguin held his forehead, twisted his neck, turned and walked towards the pine forest, "He has already left."

　　 "Where did you go?"

Joseph wiped the stretcher in wonder. The linen cloth was clean and there was no water stains. The three people who came back with Nelson saw it and relieved the transformation technique. The stretcher changed back to the shape of snowflakes and returned to the snow. middle.

　　 "Huh? I didn't expect someone to run to us."

　　 Postman Sculpture Park in the suburbs of Boston. A middle-aged man with glasses walked out of the hut at the entrance and walked enthusiastically to the woman standing at the door wearing a hood.

The black boots of invisible material were covered with dirt. The tube top made of fur was covered with a fur waistcoat, and there was a fur coat that obviously didn't fit. The attire looked like a Just like a savage who just ran out of the mountain, her collarbone, shoulders and lower abdomen were exposed in the cold air, and the wheat-colored skin was covered with tiredness from the exhaustion of boats and cars. She could also see her youth and vitality. She carried a gray With a broken parcel and a small black animal lying on his shoulders, it was Joe Kunda who had left safely from Lake Ontario.

She had never thought that she would leave so without any waves. After apparating and escaping from the wooden house, she was even ready to be tortured by the shamans with teeth and claws in the chase, but what is puzzling is that, They didn't catch up again, even if she walked so conspicuously in the snowy field, only the hungry animals came to commit the crime, and they seemed to abandon her.

Qiao Kunda can only attribute all of this to the American wizards who came to erase Mr. Ship's memory. Perhaps it was because Nelson's people did not dare to meet these official wizards, so they retreated, but anyway, she It's safe.

After regaining safety, Jokunda remembered her sister Melissa's request, and drove in the direction of Ifamoni. This was also her initial destination across the ocean, but as she approached, her heart became more resistant. , Who would like to find someone to listen to her scolding herself?

　　 She stopped and went, and it took her one afternoon to get to Boston, and she spotted a street sign on the outskirts of the city that only wizards could see:

　　 "From then on, to commemorate those Maji who unfortunately lost their lives in magical accidents."

"Magic accident?" Qiao Kunda stared at the street sign, mocking the **** words on it. As someone who occasionally reads the newspaper, she certainly knew what scandal happened to the Magic Congress during the summer vacation. How could those **** lives Have you ever taken the "magic accident" with an understatement?

The recollection of the Second Salem incident made her remember the younger brother who had the same name as Mr. Ship. Perhaps it was because Nelson and Mr. Ship had the same name, and Jokunda's resentment towards him became less intense. She also knew in her heart that the initiator of this evil destiny was the self who randomly dropped the Curly Winged Demon, and the miserable conditions of the past few days were also her own responsibility. In these years, day and night, she would make excuses for herself every day-"I Prepare to avoid those black market merchants and take it back. It's impossible to cause harm.” “But he dropped out of school soon and I was dissuaded from Dumbledore.”-Joe Kunda almost convinced himself, but After that experience on the shores of Lake Ontario, her mind changed.

　　 "I'm still complaining about myself, but he has done something to save countless boatmen."

When she first read the report, she just felt that the Muggles who had never met before were pitiful. It didn't take long, and some tabloids were still frying about it. But at this time, Jokunda was already personally aware of those who couldn't make magic. The poor man became angry, she didn't understand, why would a good man be slaughtered because of his weakness?

　　 Thinking of this, Jokunda decided her direction. She parted ways with the road leading to Ifamoni, and followed the signs to the second Salem station.

　　 "Is it a passing traveler?" The man helped his glasses and greeted him, "You should have just started from Boston? Wrong way, the road is over there!"

　　 The man waved his hand, pointed to the highway in the south, and said with a smile, "Come in for a glass of water, and when our companion comes back, ask her to take you there."

Qiao Kunda silently looked behind the man. There was only a fence dotted with iron briers, and a rusty iron gate watching her condescendingly, revealing a depressed atmosphere, mixed with exhaust gas haze. The sky is unobstructed, and there is no legendary group of stunning sculptures.

　　 She lowered her head in disappointment, took off her hood, and asked, "Are you here where Nelson Williams and Tom Riddle are making a scene in Second Salem?"

　　 "Oh? You know Mr. Williams? Are you also the one saved by him?"

　　 The man took off his glasses happily and blinked his eyes to look at the young woman in front of him. His attitude became more enthusiastic. He stepped forward, grabbed Jokunda's arm, and dragged her to the door.

Qiao Kunda just felt like she was submerged in the cool water, and even the surrounding air suddenly became warm. She raised her head blankly and blinked her eyes. The rust on the door had already peeled off, replaced by colors. Gorgeous but different styles of oil painting are like murals on the walls of churches telling "Bible" stories, from the paintings of Muggles being tortured by evil wizards to their mass deaths, to the last survivors becoming evil The ghost is saved by two wizards, one black and one white, who descended from the sky. The end is a cute but scarred little girl sitting on the postman's bicycle to escape from hell—these paintings are somewhat exaggerated, and some are even abstract, such as the two wizards in black and white. The part of the fight against the bad guys looks like two stickmen practicing sweeping legs in the middle of a pile of torches.

Qiao Kunda sighed. These paintings are incomprehensible to Muggles, but as a wizard, she saw the danger of the battle at a glance. Although the people who painted these more than 30 paintings are somewhat inferior, there is no doubt , Everything that happened that day was engraved in their minds.

"Miss, since you can find here, don't be afraid." The man breathed on the glasses, wiped the corner of his clothes, put it back on, and took the lead towards the colorful gate. "We have never heard of William. Some of the people rescued by Mr. Muss have returned to suffering, don't worry."

Qiao Kunda nodded, followed behind him silently, watching him easily push open the closed door, and what he saw was a glass-covered garden like a crystal palace, which was different from ordinary gardens. , The thorns planted here, the sharp wooden thorns point to the trail left for pedestrians unyieldingly, making people fearful.

"This hall was funded by Mr. Riddle and built by the team led by Mr. Williams' friend Mr. Zweig. Originally, Mr. Zweig was planning to plant hibiscus flowers," the man shrugged and introduced patiently like a tour guide. "But we still think it's better to change to the thorns in the wild. We are not as high and omnipotent as the wizards. We only occasionally break into the gorgeous palace, but we will not give in due to birth or suffering. The meaning is good, right? ?"

　　 "Very good." Qiao Kunda nodded in approval.

"But the effect is very mediocre." The man smiled bitterly. "In fact, after it was built, less than a thousand tourists came to visit, and most of them came to insult our wizards. There are only four of us left, and we are waiting for the guests. Of course, don't get me wrong. They didn't give up, they just want to try more effective methods. We are the only old stubborn ones who think we should stick to where everything started."

　　 "Wizards still dare to come here to curse?" Qiao Kunda was a little puzzled, "Aren't they afraid?"

"Of course they are afraid. During the best time, Aurors were patrolling here every day. Your Majesty Norton often came here to mourn," the man sighed, "but then there were fewer people, and those Aurors just pretended Before Your Majesty Norton came here pretending to be around. All our attempts to propagate were greatly hindered. Even the wizards who came here afterwards not only wanted to scold us for not knowing what is good or bad, but also wanted to kill and destroy this place. To destroy the statues of their relatives."

　　 "How dare they—" Jokunda clenched his fist.

　　 "But don't worry, there will be no problems here with us."

　　 The man took Jokunda to a hut among thorns, where one could see the endless kneeling statues in the distance, and the smiling postman at the end.

　　 "But you are a Muggle, how do you stop them? Even you yourself will be in danger."

"Muggle? Are you British? I remember the people over there said so, our name is Mochi... but it's ugly," the man pouted, opened the door, and greeted Jokunda in. "Don't worry about that, Mr. Williams has left us with enough weapons to protect ourselves, and can ensure that this place is safe under the hands of most wizards."

He clapped his hands, and the floor of the hut was "buzzing" and trembling. Then, smoke and dust rose from the forest of statues in the distance, and the small and lovely milky white alchemy dolls rushed from various corners with their cleaning tools. come out.

　　 "Uh, sorry," the man smiled awkwardly, put his hand down, and moved under the table. "Those wizards haven't dared to come here for a long time, so I mixed up the cleaning instructions and defense instructions."

There was a sizzling electric arc sound in Qiao Kunda's ear, her heart suddenly tightened, and the biological instinct caused her to turn her head and look at the thorny flowerbed. Among the thorns, countless staring at her. Red eyes.

　　 "Sorry, they usually only warn wizards," the man opened his hands, and the red eyes disappeared like phantoms, and the thorn bushes didn't even move."

　　 "Awesome." Qiao Kunda was silently shocked in his heart, the alchemy props that can be easily manipulated by Muggles, Nelson seemed to have walked ahead of the world.

　　 "Are you a hunter before?" The man stared at Joe Kunda's attire and couldn't help asking, "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is John. I am a teacher and I can't do magic."

It seems that he hasn't seen the newcomer for too long, and the whole person presents a state of neurotic nagging. He confided to Qiao Kunda about the difficulties of Maji in the magical world and everything about them. Both of the proposals received strong support from Norton II and agreed with both hands. However, in the process of voting and implementation, there were endless walls. Norton II even set up for the Maji representatives in the US Magic Congress, which is waiting to be abandoned. They had two seats, but they were always talking about magic. Don't talk about it, Ma Ji couldn't even understand it.

　　 "We only have more than 30 people, do you know? Even if we distribute flyers like what we did before Second Salem, we can't distribute much. Do you know what they will do when they get the flyers? He—"

　　 "I am not the one saved by your Nelson, I am a wizard."

Jokunda interrupted him, drew out his wand and put it on the table. John on the opposite side changed his face suddenly. She paused and continued, "The one who saved me is also called Nelson. He is a Muggle. I... can help you. ."

　　 "Thank you for your help, Credence."

　　 For a short weekend, under the guidance of Credence, the predecessor of Silent, the talented Adele has been able to prevent the magic of Silent from affecting his normal spellcasting. uukanshu.com is faced with precision magic that is difficult for new students to master—for example, the transformation technique of turning a pine needle into a real needle. She can also use her silent magic to create a kind of hard work. But The helpless situation of the pine needles not cooperating-at least it will not be so easy to wear in front of McGonagall.

　　 Tom lay on the fence, looking at Adele who was working hard to practice magic, raised the Butterbeer in his hand and shook it at Credence.

　　 "This is just a reward, I said it a long time ago," Credence didn't want to take credit, but said flatly, "If you didn't solve Nagini's troubles, I wouldn't even know you."

"You're kidding, Credence," Tom sipped his frothy butterbeer and smiled. "Will you not know us? I understand, you just want to pretend that you don't care about Nagini all the time. "

　　 "I care about her very much, but with all due respect, I still don't understand what you are saying."

"Still pretending," Tom said with a smile and threw Credence a bottle of Butterbeer that he didn't know where it came from. "Otherwise you would know that Gnar needs an invisibility cloak to transform Nagini's soul. Deceive the blood curse, really, if it wasn't for Dumbledore to bring it over suddenly, Gnar didn't even know it!"

　　 "Yes, how do I know?"

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