My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 276 The Black Tower in the Clouds

"Kant actually passed Newt's level?"

In the silver cauldron, Tom, whose complexion had returned to normal, was stuffing the last eucalyptus leaf opposite the hydrangea into his mouth and chewing. Influenced by Nelson, he originally had a cauldron for refining medicine in his pocket, but here It's a bit strange to take out a pot on such occasions, and besides being a bit unpalatable, swallowing the medicine has no special effect on the antidote—as long as it conforms to the principles that must be followed in antidote preparation.

The bitter smell was evaporating in Tom's mouth, and he felt a little lighter. The stickiness of the waist-deep purple soup to the soles of his shoes had almost disappeared. He raised his legs, pulled himself out of them, and walked briskly towards the inner wall. spiral staircase.

"I'm counting."

……

"Hello! I'm Nicole King Stein."

On the first floor of Biscuit Castle, a witch with bright red long hair is sitting cross-legged on the stairs. She is wearing a pair of jeans that are very popular among Muggles in the United States, and her upper body is wearing an orange-red dress that is only half buttoned The plaid shirt, like an orange-flavored ice cream cone, looks extremely bright.

There are extremely deep nasolabial folds on her face, and a trace of crow's feet can be vaguely seen at the corners of her eyes. She looks quite old, but her face is still rosy and full of youth. With her childlike clothes, it makes people Some people can't guess the age.

Nicole sat on the ground without any regard for her own image. On the stairs beside her was a white porcelain plate with a thick stack of waffles inside. Even though it was cold, it still smelled delicious.

"Do you want to come together?" Her crisp and bright baby voice matched her clothes. She put on a lazy and sexy posture, but she uttered a little girl's voice. All kinds of contradictions piled up on her body. Another layer of fog shrouded her incomparably vivid image. She stuck out her tongue, lightly licked the cream on her index finger, then stretched it forward, pointing at Margaret at the bottom of the stairs, "Margaret It's an honor to meet you, Te Sagan."

"You know me?" Margaret didn't dare to feel relieved when the other party called her name, but took a step back, politely declined Nicole's waffles, "No need, ma'am, I just had dinner .”

"That's such a pity," Nicole shook her head, lightly grabbed the air, and a plate cover made of wafer biscuits appeared in her hands. Before closing the cover, she was still dissuading Margaret Come to take a piece, "This is the best and most delicious waffle in the world. Of course, his bread is even better!"

Margaret knew very well that the more chattering wizards are, the more terrifying they are. She bit her lower lip with her teeth, and was about to speak.

"Oh, you said a test?" Nicole carefully hid the plate with waffles behind her, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Let's talk, if I'm happy, I'll let it go." You go."

Margaret thought about the few words of information she received before the match, and shook her head.

"You mean mind-affecting monsters? Hehe," Nicole covered her mouth and giggled, "how can there be any mind-affecting monsters in this world? Except those stinky robes that show wizards the gates in England. But I How is it possible to put these disgusting things in my beloved castle? How can it be defiled by those guys when it's so sweet and cute?"

Margaret covered her mouth, took a few steps back, and quickly pressed her back against the cookie gate of the castle. Smelling the sweet aroma of chocolate coming from behind, she only felt fear.

"You—" she finally said a word.

"It's the same as you think, yes, this is Legilimency," Nicole blinked, smiled and waved, "Come on, sit with me for a while."

Margaret's previous retreat was in vain. Her eyes went dark, and then she appeared next to Nicole. She wanted to escape, but the stairs of the castle were like treadmills. No matter whether she ran up or down, she would Under the influence of the constantly moving stairs, she became stagnant, and she couldn't help feeling depressed and stopped.

Nicole tugged at the corner of her clothes, and Margaret sat down as if she lost her soul, but her hand touched her cuff in a corner that Nicole couldn't see.

"Don't be like this, good boy," Nicole put her arms around Margaret's shoulders, moved her palm down, and patted the back of her hand stretched to the cuff, "You are right, you and I Similarly, you will uncontrollably confuse the thoughts of the people around you, and I will uncontrollably listen to the voices of the people around you, and we are destined to have a chat here."

Margaret nodded numbly.

"But don't worry, the magic of the projection is not very good. They are watching you bravely break into the castle and kill the dementor with your hands." Nicole rubbed Margaret's hair with a smile, like a big sister, She pulled out the previous plate from behind her like a lame trick, "So, want some waffles?"

Margaret's eyes returned to clarity, she nodded, and picked up a soft and delicious waffle.

"I really don't know what you guys think, are mind-affecting monsters so attractive to you?" Nicole raised her eyebrows, with a playful smile on her face, "Could it be that in this castle, mind-affecting monsters can't just sit The two here, is there anyone else?"

Margaret thumped in her heart, and retorted, "I didn't mean to."

Although she could listen to her heart, Nicole patiently listened to her finish, shook her head, and said, "Did I just intentionally become an eavesdropper?"

"I'm not—"

"I understand, Margaret," Nicole grabbed a waffle and threw it into her mouth, "the most ridiculous thing is that people who are mediocre can acquire extraordinary talents through sweat, while talented people are poor." There is no way to discard the gift of fate in your life, so even if you know it can make your magic stronger, you still think it is a curse."

"Come with me, I'll show you something interesting."

Nicole stood up from the stairs, moved her legs that were numb from cross-legged, flicked her long bright red hair, and motioned for Margaret to follow.

"You!" Looking at Nicole's face, Margaret suddenly remembered something, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "You are a saint! You are...you are Queenie Goldstein! You... You lied to—"

"I've never denied who I am. It's strange that such a simple pseudonym can't be guessed," Queenie turned around, as if wearing a long skirt, lifted the skirt that didn't exist, and turned around on the spot. She wrapped her arms around Margaret's slender waist, stretched out her fingers that had just been dipped in cream to cover Margaret's mouth, and teased, "Little girl, eat more meat."

……

"It's unbelievable!" The exclamation of the commentator reached Tom and Ludwig's ears, "Miss Sagan killed the castle from the bottom to the fourth floor by herself! It can hurt her in the slightest! I think if she performs well in the third round, there will be no suspense for the champion of this round!"

"WTF?"

Tom frowned, turned around, and looked at Ludwig who was more than 20 meters behind him. The level of Nicole King Stein was the least recommended by his "brain trust" because the information about this witch was too much. It is too little, too little, she seems to have appeared suddenly more than ten years ago, there is no record of fighting against people, no published works, except for a brief introduction and praise from French wizards, there is almost no any useful intel.

"Are there dementors, nightmares, and scarecrows in that cake?" Ludwig asked loudly, "This is scarier than Mr. Scamander's magical animals."

Tom spread his hands, shook his head, and looked towards the entrance of the ropeway.

There, a thin figure in a white dress was slowly walking out.

"Unexpectedly, this is the real rival!" Tom and Ludwig thought at the same time.

But Margaret's strength can't be measured by these things. In fact, she and Queenie chatted in the castle for a while, and the content of their conversation may only be known to them.

When her figure was a little closer, Tom and Ludwig took another step.

The cableway leading to the third level is a bit too long, and the towering black tower in the clouds is also integrated with the clouds in the sky because of its lingering white mist. In addition to the general shape and disturbing factory noises, It was always difficult for the three warriors on the ropeway to see the true face of the enemy in front of them.

The wind in the air was a bit strong, and the cableway was swinging like a swing, but the three people walking on it were not affected at all. When approaching the platform where the black tower took root, Tom slowed down and waited for the other two behind him. warrior.

Ludwig, who had fully recovered, quickly caught up.

In front of the black tower, the air seems to be still with the mist, and there is no sound of wind here. This kind of extreme silence makes people feel fear in their hearts.

Ludwig whistled and came to Tom's side.

"Riddle, the last level shouldn't be a collaboration level, right?" Ludwig raised his head, looked at the tall tower that was close at hand but hard to see its full view due to the white fog, and said to Tom, "You wait like this Me, your time advantage is gone."

Tom was too lazy to speak, and made way for Ludwig with a "please" gesture.

"Then I'm welcome!"

Tom really couldn't understand why a person who has been beaten from the first level to the present is so confident. He watched Ludwig walk into the fog, and even put his hands on his chest, pretending to be watching the show.

Ludwig's idea is the opposite of Tom's, very simple and reasonable.

"Since I can pass the test of Filius Flitwick and Newt Scamander, it proves that I still have the strength to fight against them," Ludwig planned confidently, "then the final Williams is nothing to be afraid of, no matter how strong he is, can those two people still be outrageous?"

He seemed to have forgotten that the level of Newt and Flitwick was just a test of a certain aspect of talent. They were equivalent to fighting against themselves with their own hands and feet. But there is no test content set up to make yourself cocooned.

Tom shook his head and reached out to touch the familiar mist.

Margaret, who was behind, also quickly followed. She trotted to Tom's side and asked, "Riddle, did Kant get ahead?"

"No," Tom shook his head, "he's back."

"what?"

"Shh!"

Suddenly, there was a clear explosion in the quiet and terrifying fog.

"boom!"

"What is this?" Margaret asked nervously.

"Hush!" said Tom to himself, putting his forefinger to his lips, "One."

"What one?"

"Pfft——" This is the sound of something being poked.

"two."

Seeing Tom who didn't want to talk to her, Margaret simply shut up.

"Roar!" This is the roar of some kind of creature.

"three."

"What are you counting?" Margaret finally asked.

"I'm counting Kant's going to get kicked out in a few strokes, and I—"

"boom!--"

A thick pillar of fire interrupted his words, and from the base of the tower, a tongue of crimson flame thicker than that of a giant orangutan pierced through the mist and clouds and spewed out, making the surrounding air a bit hotter.

The flames quickly disappeared, and the pierced mist was quickly filled by the surrounding mist, only a hole like an eye remained on the pierced cloud layer.

Ludwig, whose hair tips and robe were a little black, ran out of the mist with a "whoosh", at a speed that almost permanently opened a path in the white mist.

"I also think we should wait for you," Ludwig said with a smile. "I can't let me take advantage of it alone. This goes against the original intention of the Triwizard Tournament."

Marguerite stared at his blackened leather shoes without saying a word.

"Four," Tom shook his head regretfully, "well..."

"What? What's wrong with Riddle?" Ludwig asked, "Is there a quadruple test for this level?"

"I don't know." Tom shook his head while walking in. After entering the fog, disturbing dense "click" sounds suddenly came from the front.

Tom raised his head, and the black tower, which could be seen in its outline, was not as slender and straight as it appeared from the outside.

Around the body of the tower, huge gears of different materials are slowly moving, and they are stuck to each other. Some of them are silver and gleaming, some are stone like the black tower, and some are even condensed with water or mist. Hundreds of thousands of gears are meshed and rotated, forming a magnificent scene. The Black Tower is not only a building, but a sleeping giant waking up.

"I was stopped there!" Ludwig pointed to a square pillar made of opaque black crystal in front of the tower, "I think that thing must be tricky."

The three approached, and there was an extra note on it:
"It's just for decoration and has nothing to do with the event."

"Huh? It wasn't there before." Ludwig said, frowning.

"It seems that it really has nothing to do with the game," Tom patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, I think you don't want to be roasted again."

(End of this chapter)