My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 604

"Dumbledore?"

The wizard at the head is a white-haired old man, with a carefully trimmed mustache and a proper arc, wearing a simple white robe, without any token of identity, but as soon as he opens his mouth, the people in this ward are stunned. No more talking, he stood in the middle of the two beds, looking at Moody now and the girl now.

The ward was filled with a substantive depressing atmosphere. Everyone knew that this was something that had to be done at the moment. There was obviously a major event brewing in the center of Berlin that no one wanted to see. The most urgent task now, the old wizard was just helping them to speak out. He was stunned for a moment, then silent for a moment, and said, "This is an international event, and his identity as the principal cannot influence justice."

"But-"

"Is he the president of the International Federation of Wizards?" The old wizard turned his head sideways, and his turbid eyes shot sharp eyes. In the small ward, there was only silence and the involuntary breathing of two sick patients, "He is just a Director, do you think a director's opinion is greater than ours?"

"I didn't..." The opponent at the beginning bowed his head and hid himself behind the others.

"Then let's start with this girl." The old wizard's wandering eyes finally stopped on the face of the witch whose name no one even mentioned. Her pale face could not arouse the ripples of sympathy in his heart, for the sake of the world order, someone must make sacrifices, the old wizard stretched out his hand and pointed his yellow nails to the **** the other bed, "She can't be someone's student, right?"

"It's Durmstrang—"

"It's just her," the old wizard closed his eyes. "Try to ask her from her body, so as to save a lot of trouble in the follow-up... By the way, her Occlumency is also very reliable?"

"No," the wizard who proposed the method had a dark complexion, his naked upper body was tattooed with the distinctive voodoo tattoos, and belonged to the same genre as the bodies occupied by Zweig and Barry, who lived with a five-foot or so The crutches decorated with various bone fragments and bones are obviously not very old, but in order to hold it, he deliberately bowed like an old man, and the pale bone nails passed through the skin accumulated behind him. Stranding the layers of loose skin together, speaking in English with a strong Haitian accent, he said quietly, "It's just that she is more injured and her will is very fragile, and it seems that she has been depressed for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to read any complete memory, and even forcing Legilimency will only turn her into a fool."

"Oh," said the old wizard in the lead, "Look at the clothes, she is a member of the drug gang, it is not a pity that such a person should die. Give it a try, and make sure you see what's going on inside."

The wizard from Haiti seemed to want to say something else, but seeing the resolute look in the old wizard's eyes, he could only sigh, and walked slowly towards the witch with old steps.

The old wizard was still exhorting him, and his words were full of concern for the success rate. As for the lives of the two wounded, he did not even mention the life of the two wounded. The gods pray that the first attempt will be successful.

"Sir, do you need any preparations?" A young wizard floated out of the crowd, walked to the voodoo wizard, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything we need to cooperate with?"

"Let them all go out," the hunched voodoo wizard wanted to stand up with his cane, but he couldn't straighten his back after bending for too long. He wanted to say that the voodoo technique of feeling sight does not It's not enough to achieve the effect they want, but the exclusion of wizards in Haiti because of their unique magic has been a habit developed by other people in this world for hundreds of years, and finally got a foot in the establishment of the International Federation of Wizards, He can't lose the chain at this time anyway, he can only say sorry to this girl with a clean soul in his heart, he can hear her weak voice, the robe on her body is an unspeakable hardship, but who has no hardships Woolen cloth? He turned his head and said, "I need a quiet ritual setting."

"Okay, sir."

The young man began to organize the surrounding staff to invite the onlookers in the ward out. The old wizard left here first, and others followed in his footsteps, and there were endless meetings waiting for them.

A few minutes later, he and the voodoo wizard were the only people standing in the room. He walked to the window and closed the window, closed the curtains, trotted to the door, and closed the door from the outside.

The voodoo wizard's waist finally straightened a little, but the severe pain caused by the deformed lumbar spine still made him sink. He also imagined that just one name would be enough to arouse the fear of these big men like that Dumbledore. , he also wanted to be like the wizards of the East, but he couldn't do it, Haitian newborns with magical talents were more and more inclined to choose the Waggardo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to become a real wizard, and his own son also He left him more than a decade ago to go to the more mainstream wizarding world, and he didn't want to let voodoo kill him in his own hands.

"Good luck, sir."

Behind the young man, there were undisguised voices of chatter, and there was only a door that had not been closed, and those people's disdain for him was no longer concealed.

"Are these gods and goddesses really reliable?"

"Don't get the last thing done, Dumbledore has to trouble us."

"He won't, but I agree with you that it's better to have them than Muggles to ask their god."

The harsh discussion came into his ears, and the young wizard quickened his movements and wanted to bring the door quickly, but the voodoo wizard turned his head and stopped him: "Please wait a moment."

"Is there anything else I can do? Sir."

The young man's tone was very respectful, but he still couldn't hear respect. After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and said, "What's her name."

"Huh?" The young man was stunned and said, "Nina Kant."

"I see." The voodoo wizard raised his cane and swung it towards the door. The heavy wooden door slammed shut, "Thank you."

The thick curtains did not leak any sunlight, and the ward was dark, save for a candle on the bedside table flickering.

He stuck his cane on the ground, the skull of an unknown animal glowed with phosphorescence, and in the black hole-like eye frame were two green flames, he slowly moved to the bedside table, took out a small knife with a bone handle, and placed the blade on the The fire started, and when the knife started to turn red, he blew out the candle and turned to Nina with the knife up.

"Let me come..."

There was a weak voice behind him, he turned his head, the reflection in Moody's eyes brightened for a moment, then quickly dimmed, he was stunned, the boy behind him was silent again, as if it was just his hallucination, he stretched He touched Moody's neck, his heartbeat became even weaker, and the waking up he had just struggled had consumed too much of his energy.

"Did you hear the conversation just now?" His complexion made his expression completely melt into the darkness, and he said to himself, pulling out the bone needle poked in his back, and walking towards Nina firmly, "You are very Brave, boy, but I don't want to get in trouble..."

"laugh-"

Blood splattered on the swinging clock, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

"We should organize the Aurors to surround this place first, and ensure that no one escapes."

The banquet hall on the second floor was used as a conference room. Tina, as an Auror, stayed outside, curiously looking for the staff who came out of the ward to inquire about the two wounded, but they were all secretive about it and did not talk to Tina. The idea of ​​chatting, only the occasional quarrel came from the conference room, and she was beginning to feel bored.

"I agree, but which country's Aurors should come?"

"I suggest we each draw some."

"How did they get here? We didn't make extra door keys last time. The European countries are fine. What if it's outside? Is it really time for the Aurors to travel across the ocean to come here? Germans, French, always enough."

"Why?" Someone immediately objected, "What if there are deadly poisons in it? What if there are thousands of dark wizards waiting in battle? Why should we let our people die?"

"Let the Germans die. They are in the lead, and it is time to atone for Grindelwald's escape."

"Isn't it redeemed for so many years? Our Ministry of Magic has been reorganized three times since the escape from prison. What does it have to do with us when he ran away? We can get out of the land of Prussia to banish criminals for you. If you are still so aggressive, we can only withdraw from the International Federation of Wizards."

"You can quit, go back and explain to your Minister of Magic."

"I know a way, but it's a bit difficult to implement," said a representative who had been silent in the corner of the long table, "Do you know that Nurmengard has a means of transporting goods and wizards around the world? The homeland of the country should have its coordinates and hub, if we can get in touch with Grindelwald…”

"Joke! The International Confederation of Wizards asks Nurmengard for help? Are you crazy?"

"I think it's a good idea. No matter what, I won't let people in our country die." The representative of Germany immediately agreed, "If you don't agree with your plan to send people, then we have to wait for them to come out by themselves. , but I am afraid that at that time, it will not be so easy to gather them in one place for the second time."

"You remind me of the painful experience that the International Federation of Wizards held a meeting during the preparations for an afternoon. I really should not come at all like those oriental wizards. To put it bluntly, it's none of my business." The wizard who said this He had already taken off his thick felt hat, and there was hot sweat on his forehead. Some people spoke cautiously, while others spoke casually. This atmosphere has existed since the birth of the International Federation of Wizards. He waved his hat and cursed. Said, "Go play with eggs, you guys!"

"Okay okay, business matters," someone stepped forward to mediate, "how should we contact Grindelwald?"

"Send someone straight to Nurmengard? At least faster than having an Auror come here on a broomstick across the Atlantic."

"Dumbledore!"

A flame lit up at the main entrance. Tina, who had already wandered into the foyer, saw the figure appearing in the flame, and hurried to greet him. Dumbledore, who was wearing a poncho, had a solemn gaze, holding a sign that marked the building in his hand. The card, he strode into the shooting star, waved his hand, the burning card and the flame behind him dissipated in a sound of phoenix ming.

"You've come," Tina's tone was a little anxious, "they kept arguing inside, I'm afraid there won't be a result until the end of the matter over there, did you see the black wall over there? Say Really, looks a bit like Credence Belburn-"

Tina trotted and followed him, giving him a quick introduction to the current situation, and the two quickly went up to the second floor, "I think they should nominate you to be the president of the federation, but—eh, the conference room is just it's here."

Dumbledore didn't stop on the second floor, he stepped on the stairs and continued to climb up. Tina didn't know why, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com had to follow him. Outside the hall, the young man who had previously closed the window in the ward noticed Dumbledore's figure and hurriedly opened the door and ran in.

There was a violent explosion in the center of Berlin, and even far away, the tremors of the stairs were felt here, and the debris of the city flew in all directions with the explosion. The door flew in, smashing a hole on the floor, and soon, the rock shattered in the collision and the harder stone bounced into the hall along the door opened by the young wizard, and slammed into the long table. The dial of the wall clock behind the old wizard was stuck just below the minute hand, stopping the time that was moving forward firmly.

People pulled out their wands in panic and looked at the wall clock, the time was quarter past four.

Tina followed Dumbledore to the third floor, and rushed to the fourth floor without stopping. She had never seen Dumbledore show such an expression. After reaching the corridor on the fourth floor, Dumbledore stopped. , looking at her: "Where is Moody?"

"Moody?" Tina didn't know the names of the two wounded she rescued.

Dumbledore's movements did not stop. He pushed open the nearby doors one by one. There was nothing behind the door. After a minute's delay, he finally saw a heavy wooden door behind the corner. Seeing the intruder, he looked suspiciously at Tina behind Dumbledore, and after hesitating for two seconds, raised his wand and greeted him: "This is an important place, prohibit—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dumbledore had circled behind him, his wand against the doorknob.

The Auror's magic attack on Dumbledore was blocked by Tina, and the next second, the door that was not easy to close or open was blown to pieces.

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