My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 619

"Doubt is the most terrifying potion, sir, but do you know how terrifying it is?"

Tom's wand swiped across the old wizard's face. Even without the blessing of magic, the old wizard still felt a burning pain coming from the scratch. Tom's actions at the moment were humiliating, but no one stepped forward to stop him. The Aurors stood nervously on the spot, all their eyes were on the comrades who fought alongside them not long ago.

"It's scary, it's scary, you and the object of your suspicion will fall into endless suspicion together, it's scary, it's scary, once you start, you can't stop, even if you cut your heart out and show it to others, you can't prove it Anything," Tom's voice unabashedly echoed in the crowd, "people's hearts are closed black boxes, and no matter how superb Legilimency is, they can't restore the thoughts that echoed in your mind at that moment. Are these confused warriors who are fighting for you lined up, one by one, to check with Legilimency? And—"

Tom squeezed out two sullen laughter through his nose. The laughter made the old wizard closest to him chill, and he tried to straighten up, trying to stop Tom from saying the next words, but Tom gently He pressed his wand against his chest and let him lie down on the ground again.

"—And who can guarantee...the person in charge of the investigation is not a traitor who was born with two hearts in the first place? Sir, who can guarantee that you are not a poor puppet who is submissive under my bewitchment?"

Tom raised his head and sucked in the fresh air that had been cleaned by magic. Who would have thought that this block of Aurors gathered was the place with the least magic in Berlin? No one dared to be that early bird, even if he had doubts in his heart, he would not dare to shout out like a child exposing the emperor's new clothes, and no one wanted to be the target of public criticism.

Tom's face was filled with undisguised pleasure, and the power he was after won a comedy-like victory before he could show his power. As he said, he had never used the so-called Imperius Curse. In Tom's view, That's not an aesthetic spell - the bloodlines fused under the influence of the fascination agent instinctively resist the use of magic to twist the will, and it's really manipulative like this, allowing each person to choose according to their own interests Tom behavior, which made him feel truly enjoy and intoxicated.

He opened his eyes wide, his suspicious eyes cast from the eyes of the Aurors, slowly converging together, like a black fog coming from all directions, wrapping the old wizards lying on the ground, making his eyes dim. , as if his throat was strangled, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Guess, will they still follow your lead?"

Tom whispered in the ear of the old wizard, and raised his voice sharply, "If before this group of people acted with your will as a guide, now, when they doubt you and are alienated from each other, they are again Whose will will it act? Their own will? But that kind of thing... does it really exist? You say, these are for the International Confederation of Wizards, for your orders, for the so-called order of the Aurors gathered here , do you really know what happened here?"

The air was full of dampness. I don't know when, the deep pit behind Tom that was blasted by the Auror's curse had been filled with half a pool of water by the pipe network underground in Berlin. , But the Aurors, who were in a state of anxiety, did not know that their appearance was being projected by a water curtain and presented to the eyes of people all over the world, even the faint sound of wind in the air, the sound of tense gasps and the rubbing of trembling legs. The voice of the trousers was also broadcast in plain sight.

With the humidity of the air, the atmosphere gradually became more and more dignified, and the invisible pressure squeezed their chests. Except for Tom, who was half-squatting in front of the old wizard, the chests of the Aurors almost did not rise and fall, and they did not dare to be distracted. For a moment, for fear that the cold arrow behind them would drag them into the abyss of death.

Under the combined radiance of the night, thunder and lightning and the overcast wind, the water splashing out of the pool looked like a ghost, and the Aurors only felt that the air in their lungs was squeezed out little by little, like a crater that was constantly being filled. In the same way, there was no more room to breathe, beads of sweat emerged from the forehead, bloodshot eyes burst out, and Tom's bewitching words rang in their ears.

"Who are you fighting for?"

The conversation between Tom and the old wizard rang in the Auror's ears repeatedly. Some people from the back of the earth came in broad daylight, while others were woken up in their sleep. Thus forming a team, now the team is disrupted by Nelson's magic, they are shrouded in danger from within, and as Tom said, most of them don't even know what the purpose of the trip is, and watch from the outside. The audience of the water curtain or the magazine knows even more than they are at the center of the whirlpool.

"I don't believe that the first lesson of an Auror is to master Occlumency. You can't control the minds of so many people in such a short period of time?" Finally, when the atmosphere was extremely depressed, an Auror from Northern Europe Unable to bear the pressure like extreme day and night, he shouted, he raised his wand and shouted at the crowd around him, "He's lying to us! Catch him and it's over!"

"Yeah, I remember saying five minutes ago, I just let some people make my voice," Tom straightened up, looking at the bearded, accented, A lumberjack Auror, "You can try it, trust me, Merlin will be afraid to be pointed at so many wands at the same time, you have the power to destroy everything."

Tom twisted his sore neck, opened his arms, his drooping black robe fluttered, and his scarlet eyes were filled with eagerness to try. enemy.

"But the crux of the matter is, who are you fighting for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom's arm suddenly lifted up, his sleeves fluttered upward like a pair of wings, and behind him, a surging water column like an ocean wave rushed straight towards the sky, and the splashing water droplets enveloped the pride like a torrential rain. Luo's team, they were caught off guard and poured their heads. They were just about to meet the enemy, but they saw the water column rushing to the sky stopped, like a towel hanging on a clothes rail, and the uneven water surface quickly changed. It was so smooth that it looked like a dark red curtain in a theater in the dark.

Their faces were reflected in the water curtain, becoming dull and indistinct, but the thunder that lit up the sky from time to time left its shadow in the water, and bright colors appeared in the water curtain, melting into a colorful vortex.

The vortex quickly spread out, and what appeared in the eyes of people was their own figure, bright and clear as if it were daytime, the expression on the face was completely reproduced, and even the ends of the hair were mixed with the "shower" just now. Nelson, who disappeared after a single blow, finally completed the construction of the last water curtain, and it stood in the middle of the city of Berlin. The camera of the water curtain kept moving, and the expressions were different. The faces of the Aurors appeared in front of the people, and the Aurors did not expect their expressions at the moment to be so ugly.

The old wizard lay on the ground, his lips moaning, he had never met such an adversary in his long laugh - the only wound to the ISU so far from Nelson and Tom was a wound to his chest. scars, but the rift in my heart is deeper than any moment since its establishment.

The scene is squeezed into a corner, replaced by a whole new impact—a post-Witcher World Statute of Secrecy world, without any retouching or editing, captured by Penguin with the camera Nelson gave him.

The metal stars emit a colorless light, sweeping across every corner they overlook, and strange faces appear in the other corner of the water curtain. This scene makes most people feel confused, but among the Aurors. Some Muggle-born wizards have recognized their family members who have been discriminated against by their colleagues, and the morale of the army is once again disillusioned. The old wizard closed his eyes in pain, and did not want to see this mess he was powerless to return to.

"You are lying to us!"

The questioning wizard roared and charged at Tom, but was knocked to the ground by the red light coming from behind him the next second.

The crowd was shocked. Could the Imperius Curse really be true? All eyes turned back, stopping on the face of a wizard who raised his hands and threw his wand on the ground.

"I don't think we should act rashly," he trembled all over, obviously he didn't know why he dared to do something to his colleague just now, his legs were shaking like sifting chaff, his face turned pale and his lips were trembling due to the fear. As he continued, Qi Qi Ai jumped out words one by one, "I'm afraid something will happen, and... don't we listen to what they're going to do? I... I see them, not like the kind of dark wizards I've seen before."

His voice was so small that it could only create a small wave of waves around him, but his voice was loud enough to spread through the water curtain to every corner of the world.

The expression on the old wizard's face became even more painful. Dumbledore, who was watching the water curtain from a distance, shook his head. After all, this patchwork team fell apart, but he did not expect it to be so fast.

"At least until the daytime..."

Dumbledore sighed and said softly, from the moment the night fell, he was trying to convince himself, trying to take the initiative to withdraw from the era, and leave the future to younger people, even if the changes brought by young people will bring about impossible The imaginary pains, at least when the sun is rising, let him see how many people will come to Nelson's side, he never expects the Aurors recruited by the International Federation of Wizards to stop Nelson and Tom. The well-trained Aurors gathered to face the curse face-to-face, and even if he and Grindelwald were tied together, they would not be one enemy, but he knew that neither of his two students would be able to meet. The enemy was stunned when he cursed the bombing.

Thinking of Nelson's bizarre magic and the traces left by Tom practicing the spell he saw when he went to the secret room alone, he had reason to believe that the two together, with Nelson's wandering, crawling and rolling from Grindelwald The insidious tactics learned, the two of them are enough to cut the flesh with a blunt knife to dismember this seemingly invincible team, at least until Nelson's hidden reinforcements arrive.

But he didn't expect that Nelson and Tom didn't show much of their magical talents, but instead stabbed a knife in the heart of the International Federation of Wizards. In Dumbledore's view, it was even better than a single person. Picking all the magic of the Auror is even more daunting.

He raised his arm, the token of the International Federation of Wizards in his hand was already hot due to frequent urging, and they still did not give up their attempt to call Dumbledore. Quietly staring at the bright water curtain in the distance, beside him, a cocoon wrapped in black magic slowly wriggled, but was nailed to the ground by a nail, unable to escape.

What corresponds to this cocoon is the silence that was raging in the city of Berlin not long ago. It also seems to be nailed by a nail, like the body of the long city wall lying on the ground, being eaten by the only lost ghosts. Shit, apart from exploding and hesitating from time to time, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can't do anything else.

The roof of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church has been completely collapsed. The tower without the roof looks no different from the unfinished building, but it is the most active place in the whole city of Berlin. From afar, the light of magic lights up from time to time. The neighborhood, but compared to the fierce battle at the beginning, it is undoubtedly much dimmed. It can be seen that the number of people fighting is far less than the original one. From time to time, there are staggering figures that do not look like living people flashing in the streets and alleys, and the gloomy atmosphere is even so separated. Far enough to irritate Dumbledore.

He looked in disgust at the direction of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, and finally turned his head and looked up at the direction of his shoulders. With a clear phoenix cry, Fox's flames wrapped his body.

The flames went out, and Dumbledore's figure just disappeared. A sneaky black figure climbed the decoration of the building's outer wall and flipped up from the downstairs. Dumbledore's cocoons nailed to the ground were placed together, and his dark bald head was very conspicuous in such a night.

"Zweig," he didn't notice someone leaning on the railing not far away, until the man spoke, and the area that had just been ignored appeared in his line of sight, "How's Barry?"

"Lord Grindelwald," Zweig's eyes lit up, and his dangling heart fell into his stomach because he found the backbone. "His condition is not good, but his fate is saved."

"That's good."

"Are you here for Nelson's business?"

"It's mainly for Barry, if it was for Nelson, I wouldn't be here now," Grindelwald shook his head. "Just now in the library, I saw a prophecy on Nelson's desk."

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