My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 585

"boom!"

The sound of knives and axes woke up the confused Christian. In the dark darkness, she didn't know how long she had been locked up, but she only knew that she had gone from being hungry at first to now completely not hungry. After the car door, she broke the last light with her own hands, she completely lost her sense of time, the weak body surface, she seemed to have been locked here for a long time.

Aibo, who was stimulated by her words, didn't come to pick her up. Even Tom seemed to have forgotten her existence. She didn't want to think about the worst outcome—everyone who knew she was here might be at the side of Slant Lane. killed in the attack.

Her fingers touched a sharp object in the confusion, and there were many things on the back seat, but for her at the moment, it was like she had touched a poisonous snake while escaping in the jungle. On one side, curled up in the tight space between the front and rear seats.

She closed her eyes and resisted the dazzling sunlight. This is how many times she has had this hallucination, from the joy of escaping from birth, to the numbness of indulging in imagination again and again, and then again Once again destroyed by pessimistic hallucinations.

"Are you smashing cars outside?"

She didn't think it was the sound of reality. She had experienced such an illusion not long ago.

It was the third week after the Incline Alley attack, two pioneers opened the car, the world was destroyed, and according to them, Grindelwald hand-rubbed hundreds of pellets that Nelson once mentioned at the dinner table. Her terrifying weapon, under the bombardment of mushroom clouds, the whole world was blown into a honeycomb full of mushrooms, and she became a rare survivor relying on the protection of the vehicle, she saw Tom standing in front of the vehicle— - He had turned into a mushroom holding a wand. She didn't know what the weapon Nelson was talking about. She thought that since he was called "mushroom bomb", and since he was so feared by Grindelwald, then it should be a kind of Let's become the terrifying magic of mushrooms!

Weak, she got out of the car with the help of the two knights, and took the magic wand from the mycelium that replaced Tom's arm. She inherited their legacy and planned to build a mushroom kingdom with mushrooms as the national emblem among the ruins——

Just as Christian was about to start promulgating the third edition of the Mushroom Code, she woke up, opened her eyes, and it was still dull black, surrounded by the ticking of some device in the car, as if because of After too long, the interval of its sound was much farther-from the first one second to the present, it only sounded every ten seconds.

This sound made her very irritable at first, but her reliance on it gradually deepened in the dark, without any reference, it was the only standard for her to measure time, she began to worry that she was getting old, and worried that the next time she fainted She would never wake up, worried that she would spend all her time in the dark, and she even began to envy Professor Sykes who shut herself in the mirror, and even began to envy those vampires who suspend their lives through deep sleep.

This reminded her of what Nelson said by chance at a dinner table a long time ago: "We can lose everything but time, and if there is time, we can turn things around, but if time is over, we The story is over."

She even had another terrifying dream, in which she was not Lola, the long-lost daughter of old Tom Riddle, but a lucky one who just happened to meet, but luck didn't last long, Nelson invented A kind of paternity magic that declares her true identity - she was never some Laura Riddle, she was Christian Jewell from the beginning, she stole Tom's sister's identity and tasted a few years of happiness , and was abandoned by everyone at the same time at the happiest age.

"you liar!"

Tom threw her wand viciously in front of her, and she held the wreckage in agony, and in the distance came a similarly distressed man, Ollivander, who shouted: "This woman has lied to you. Me, she's a Muggle, she has no magic at all!"

Even Adele spurned her: "You're not a silent person at all, you just have a quirky temper, and you want to make yourself special through the silent person."

Everyone was spit on her, a little liar born by a liar, she cried and begged Nelson to give her time, but Nelson's hand took a tattered watch from her heart, which was almost falling apart, and twisted the hair forcefully. bar, push the pointer to the last tick.

Professor Sykes reached out from the glass of the dial and dragged her into the freezing torture.

"Is my story over?"

Christian thought pessimistically that the knocking sound from the outside of the car took a long time, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours? She didn't know, she only knew that the device in the car had to make a lot of noise, and it would only make one sound outside.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The knocking sound even began to be mixed with the sound of explosions. When the first human words from outside entered her ears, everything around suddenly became the same as before—the sound of the device in the car began to sound briefly, with The frequency of once a second, and the voice of the voice began to become clear and clear, not like an illusion.

"Merlin's pants!" This was a rough-sounding man, perhaps with a pair of burly and powerful shoulders, his voice undulating with the knocking sound, "What the **** did this big iron lump get thrown here? ?"

"This is the new magic car from the Shafiq family last month, you hillbilly," his companion sounded thinner, and the explosion seemed to be coming from him, "this thing has a function, turn it on After the protection mode, it will be covered by such a piece of iron, which is the best anti-theft method. Egyptian wizards like to put this kind of thing on their tombs. - An iron cage will lock him up as a burial in the pyramid."

"Are we tomb robbers? Why torture us?"

"Then what can I do? This thing is blocked at the intersection, and the large facilities in the ministry can't get in."

"Can't you Apparate?"

"You are stupid, the anti-apparition spell that was set up not long ago."

"Bang-hey-bang-ha!"

The chatter between the two was replaced by the sound of knocks and horns one after another. After a while, Christian felt the shaking of the body became more and more violent. She groped for the cold car window and looked forward to it.

But the noise soon faded away. The two seemed tired and started to slap again. Christian slammed the window hard, but the faint sound she made could not be heard outside.

"Which fool would buy such a thing?"

"Which fool? You're just jealous of people's wealth," the thin man said. "Who else could it be? That rich boy who sells chocolate frogs, if you want me to say, they're not fools."

It was Aibo, and Christian's eyes lit up.

"Isn't he a fool? I heard that he was the first to be carried out of it, before the fugitives," the strong man snorted, "I heard that he was sticking to the broken house in the middle of the road, Hogwarts. Is Defence Against the Dark Arts taught so much now? Find a transparent cover made of glass? I really don't know what he's thinking."

"Who knows, maybe he likes this house very much," said the thin man after thinking about it, "but he's really helping the Ministry, and the Muggles in that direction are him and a few dessert sellers. After the wizard of the thing broke, I think he should have deliberately made himself conspicuous to attract firepower, but it cannot be said that people are fools."

"Yes, but it's still too young."

Soon, the sound of knocking came into Christian's ears again. Her eyes dimmed again and she hugged her head and wept silently. She could guess why Aibo intercepted the enemy in that place and he was carried out. , is he dead?

"It's all my fault... I shouldn't provoke you."

The sun was no longer as false as before. The helper smashed the iron sheet outside the car. The dazzling light made Christian unable to open his eyes for a while.

She curled up, trembling more than a car.

"Two gentlemen..."

The moment the car door opened, Christian rolled down the gap. She struggled weakly for a while and lay on the road unable to move. The two rescuers looked at each other and laughed.

"This girl is a fool in there, and two gentlemen, let's find a stretcher and carry it away together."

Christian could only see the slender silhouettes of the two witches from the scattered corners of the eye. They put away their wands and helped Christian up, while curiously discussing, "Why can you do this in one afternoon? Isn't the wide boy of the chocolate frog a pervert?"

"No... no."

"What is she talking about?"

Christian finally heard the true nature of the brutish boy's voice, an old, low voice, while the other witch was much clearer.

"Maybe I'm thirsty and want to drink water?" The young witch suddenly saw something at Christian's place just now. Looking down her hand, Christian saw the sharp object that she pushed aside just now, " Huh?! Wand? This little girl is a witch? Why doesn't she come out on her own? Can't she Apparate?"

"Girl, are you okay?"

"Hey, come here, there is a wounded here!"

"Fortunately...it's a dream."

With her eyes closed, Christian felt that she had never been so relaxed. People outside didn't know how long she had been in the car, but in the dark room with no reference, she almost spent her life in vain.

"Aibo... are you okay?"

She didn't know if she had time to say this, but she only knew that she was placed on a stretcher, and when she woke up again, the conversation between two men she never dared to face was echoing in her ears .

"I heard that you... got a job as a professor."

Old Tom's voice was even older than when he was seriously ill a few years ago. It didn't sound like someone who could still breathe, but rather like someone used some kind of black magic to resurrect a corpse and question him.

"Um."

Tom responded. He was sitting on a chair near the window in St. Mungo's ward, far away from Christian on the bed and old Tom by the bed. He was peeling an apple with a knife in his hand. .

The half-awake Christian was a little moved. Tom was helping her to peel apples. When he woke up from a serious illness, how happy he would be to eat apples that his family had peeled! It would be better if you could cut it into pieces and insert a toothpick.

"Professor is good, I wanted to be a professor before, but unfortunately my family has too much money..." Old Tom sighed, "The profession of a teacher is really good."

"It's not much money to live."

Tom cut off the last piece of sticky peel, lifted the apple, and took a bite. He could feel the sweetness of his tongue when he heard the sound. Christian was stunned. Didn't he cut the apple for himself?

"Don't you only eat tomatoes?"

Old Tom helped Christian with this question.

"How do you know? Snakes sometimes chew bones and grind their teeth, and I occasionally eat some food."

"I wrote and asked your principal what you liked and what was his name? Oh yes, Armando Dippet, he didn't know at first whether it was because he was busy or he was too lazy to reply to me, he let him It was written by the assistant Mr. Dumbledore. The letter said he didn't know either... But this Mr. Dumbledore is a warm-hearted man. He inquired for a long time and told me some of your hobbies." , looks a little cramped, "I bought a winery in Jersey, and people shoveled all the grapes and replaced the tomatoes. If you are free and interested, you can go there and sit... You and I have the same My name, the same surname, the name on the title deed is you too~www.mtlnovel.com~ I heard that the masters who manage the winery refuse to leave. Last year, they even invented the technology of making wine with tomatoes. I miss you Might be of interest..."

As if an old man who had gradually started to lose his memory, Old Tom rambled about the vast island located in the English Channel. There were many repetitions in his words, constantly recalling the reefs beaten by the waves and the grapes on the island. , red and bright tomatoes under the sun, a castle with ten wine cellars underground, sometimes the memory will be trance to the Hangleton manor, and even I can't tell where the tomatoes are grown.

Tom didn't talk to him, and he didn't know if he listened to him, but the "click" sound of nibbling on apples could be heard incessantly.

"I read the newspapers, and I don't know which of the bizarre news is true. In the past, I could use whips and wages to drive the workers to step on the loom for me like cattle and horses. I also tried to invest in some and... Magic-related, new factories, although I always make money, I still find it difficult, it seems that I have been lying at home for a year, and everything has changed outside."

"Oh."

Tom turned around and threw the apple lotus into the flowerpot on the windowsill.

The two didn't speak, there was only Christian's uneven breathing in the air.

"You shouldn't be here."

Just as Tom started to speak, Christian, who couldn't lie down, finally woke up with a moan.

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