My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 412 Spreads
"Oh... my God! What the hell happened?"

The bright flames in mid-air became more and more hot, and the teachers of Ilvermorny felt the unbearable heat from a long distance away. They couldn't help but exclaimed, but the flame suddenly dimmed. His eyes quickly fell into darkness again.

The lavender fireball revealed its true content in the fading light. It shrank inward for a moment, and even the color became solidified. Professor Twelve Trees standing at the front on a broom widened his eyes. Without reminding the colleagues behind him, he only had time to raise his wand, but a few professors who followed too closely rushed out. Professor Twelve Trees waved his wand and shouted loudly.

"Ultimate Protection!"

Several professors noticed the principal's movement and instantly understood that there was a danger that was about to happen, so they raised their wands in unison, and the milky white light converged on the prototype of the barrier propped up by Professor Twelve Trees, causing it to spread rapidly and become stronger. The magic power converged to a point in front of Professor Twelve Trees, and the solid fireball had shrunk into a small spot invisible to the naked eye.

"Come back soon!"

His beard danced wildly in the air due to anxious movements. The professors who had no time to brake turned their brooms and turned their heads, but they could no longer hear what Professor Twelve Trees said. Being dragged out of the gap between them and rushing out behind.

"boom!"

The sound of the explosion lasted only for a moment and then fell silent, replaced by absolute silence and buzzing in the ears. Those professors who had no time to hide in the barrier felt that their eyes went dark, and the professor Twelve Trees in front of them was glowing with dazzling white light. The center was torn into messy lines, and the professors who were engulfed by the explosion turned their heads and tried their best to look at the disaster behind them.

Immediately afterwards, their unconscious bodies flew upside down like shells.

……

"Grindelwald! What are you doing?!"

Dumbledore rushed into the "Troca Bar" in the suburbs of Boston. It took him a second to adapt to the decadent smell and the dim light. He saw Grindelwald sitting in front of the bar shaking a whiskey glass. Stepping forward, he slapped the tabletop of the bar counter with his slap. The rotten bar counter made an unbearable creaking sound, and even the chandelier above his head shook, scattering dust like snowflakes.

Grindelwald covered the mouth of the cup with his hands unhurriedly, and looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stared into Grindelwald's eyes, burning with uncontrollable anger.

After a long time, they kept looking at each other, and when the dust settled down, their hair and shoulders were already covered with a layer of filthy hoarfrost.

Grindelwald avoided his gaze and looked up at the chandelier that was no longer shaking. The flames of several candles had been extinguished due to the shaking, and the green smoke was rising from the top of the charred candle line. He blew lightly , a blossoming red flame bloomed again.

"Do you know what you're doing?" asked Dumbledore sharply, "How dare you leave that magic in—"

"Wait a minute, Albus."

Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore with a smile. He raised his hand covering the mouth of the cup, pulled out a white handkerchief from his breast pocket, and gently wiped the dusty back of his hand and shoulders. A blue fire flashed in an instant, cleaning his hair completely new.

He casually threw the handkerchief behind him, it was swallowed by the flames in mid-air, leaving no ashes, and the brown liquid in the not-so-clean whiskey glass was still pure, he raised the glass, and separated Kong motioned to Dumbledore, raised it to his lips and took a sip, but he quickly frowned, raised the wine glass to his eyes, a round ice ball slowly emerged in the glass, and Grindelwald used another He tested the temperature on the back of one hand, nodded with satisfaction, and took a drink from the cup.

After tasting the fine wine in the glass, he took out a brand new handkerchief from his pocket and gently threw it at Dumbledore.

The handkerchief was flying lightly in the air, and when it was approaching Dumbledore, a sharp, cold ice pick flew from behind him like a bolt of lightning, hit the handkerchief, pierced it, and castrated it Unabated, it was firmly nailed to the table in front of Grindelwald, just between his palm and the wine glass. Frost spread from the break in the table to the wine glass and palm, and the sound of icing cracked in the silence. It was extremely harsh in the tavern.

The tavern was empty at the moment, and the vampire boss and the bartender had disappeared when Dumbledore came in. Grindelwald poked the ice pick with his index finger with great interest, and his fingertips were instantly bruised from the cold.

As if he was oblivious to the pain, he held the ice pick, let it frostbite his palm, threw it into the wine glass, and smashed it to pieces.

"Of course I know what I'm doing, Albus," Grindelwald said with a nod. "Our conversation should be neat, shouldn't we?"

"Compared to the cleanliness of the body and clothes, the cleanliness of the mind is a hundred times more important," Dumbledore suppressed his anger, "Do you know that the Fiercefire Curse may hurt the teachers who came to investigate?"

"You actually care about this kind of thing, shouldn't you be more concerned about whether I will hurt those innocent animals in the forest? What's more, it...will it?" Grindelwald shrugged, "A vagrant and Will the aftermath of an ordinary teacher's duel hurt a group of teachers? Of course, more importantly...Mr. Albus Dumbledore, didn't you leave the mess with me and leave?"

"Am I going to drag you and show the teachers of Ilvermorny that the headmaster of Hogwarts is conducting dangerous magic experiments with the Dark Lord?"

"So in your heart, not letting others see is more important than possibly hurting those teachers. You are still weighing the pros and cons. You are still able to easily distinguish the big and small like a balance. You are always so inconsistent. Albus."

Grindelwald smiled. Seeing that Dumbledore was about to lose control of his emotions, he picked up the ice pick on the table and stabbed himself to death, so he continued, "Of course, they won't be hurt."

"Do you know what you're talking about? I've already seen through your magic, how powerful that kind of convergent Fiendfyre will be when it explodes? Don't you know?"

"I'm just stating a simple fact." Grindelwald spread his hands and said, "He's coming soon, it's hard to imagine that Hogwarts led by you can teach such responsible students .”

"what?"

Dumbledore turned his head, and the rotten door hinges of the tavern creaked again, and his student pushed open the door with a clatter of metal and walked in.

"Sorry, Professor, for the delay."

The buttons on the windbreaker collided with the iron hooks on the waist of the breeches, playing a not-so-quiet song. Nelson walked to the bar step by step and said softly, "Troka, have a glass of water."

He picked a taller bar stool in the corner, dropped two Knuts, and looked around, only to find that the tavern was empty except for the three of them. He raised his eyebrows, and stuffed the two copper coins Put it back in your pocket.

Nelson, who noticed the dust on Dumbledore's body, took out a towel and handed it to him. This time Dumbledore did not refuse, took the towel, pointed at himself and used the cleaning spell.

"Give you."

Nelson raised his head, and Grindelwald appeared behind the bar at some point, and handed him an ice-cold glass filled with clear water.

"Thank you."

Nelson took the cup, drank it down, looked up, Grindelwald was still standing there, and held out his hand to him.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Nelson asked suspiciously, "Mr. Grindelwald."

"Aren't those two steel coins water money?"

Nelson shrugged, and put his hands back into his pockets, but he had too little change, and the alchemy puppet in his pocket had no time to classify the items that had just entered the warehouse. After fumbling for a long time in the pockets with many sundries, he finally Only one silver Sickle was found.

"Yo, and a tip." Grindelwald rubbed his chin and took the Sigg, sat down in his seat and looked at Dumbledore, showing off, "Now I'm not considered a vagrant."

"A decent job as a bartender."

Dumbledore nodded perfunctorily, looked at Nelson, and asked impatiently, "Did you just go to finish?"

"Yes, Professor," Nelson nodded, refilled a glass of water, and said, "I was worried that Professor Twelve Trees would be injured because he was caught off guard, so I hid around for a while, but I think it might be unnecessary for me to do so. Their ultimate protection is comparable to that of Hogwarts, enough to withstand that kind of outbreak."

"Has Hogwarts ever used ultimate protection?"

"Maybe he saw the possible catastrophe of the school in the prophecy, and maybe he saw the respected professors cast protective magic together." Grindelwald interjected with a toast.

"But at least it's useful," Nelson continued, "A few professors charged too hard and were not caught by the ultimate protection, so I blocked them for them, but all of them were powerful wizards except for the community teachers. I think they'll be fine without me."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald raised their eyebrows tacitly at the same time, and put away their expressions at the same time. As the releasers of the spell, they were well aware of the power of the upcoming explosion, and Nelson didn't look embarrassed at all, which really made them surprised.

For a while, no one in the tavern spoke, until Dumbledore broke the silence.

"You studied in Ilvermorny, do you have any objections to this...uh, club teacher?"

"No," Nelson shook his head. "Professor Randall is a nice person, but he has been obsessed with gobstones for the past few years, and he hasn't used a magic wand for a long time."

"No wonder the car couldn't stop..." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to ask, "Is there anything wrong with them?"

"It should be that no one was injured, but there may be a coma, and Professor Randall was blown far away," Nelson recalled. "I ended up spawning those trees, but Professor Dippet seemed to be about to find me, so I had to go back first."

"Professor Dippet?"

Dumbledore chewed on the name of the former headmaster, sighed, and said nothing more.

"You see, Nelson has even thought about the innocent little animals in the forest."

Grindelwald looked quite proud, as if he wasn't the first to slip away.

"Yeah, he even thought about you."

Dumbledore didn't forget to choke back the words in the process of thinking.

……

"who is it!"

A professor who was in a coma suddenly woke up, tightly clasped the arm of Professor Twelve Trees in front of him, widened his eyes, and uttered a strange cry.

"Relax, Randall, it's not that you lost Wizard Chess, so there's no need to be so excited." Professor Twelve Trees suffered from pain, his whole old face twitched, and wanted to press down the club teacher's paw, but the club teacher's The force was a bit strong, and he had no choice but to say, "If you don't want the next freshmen to be without wands, please let go."

"Oh...that's right, it's not that terrible." In Professor Randall's mind, winning or losing Wizard Chess seemed to be more important than being almost killed by the explosion. He let go, and the surrounding professors were fine. The reaction, they are familiar with him, "What just happened?"

"I still want to ask you, the light is too strong, I can't see clearly."

"Oh... hiss," Professor Randall touched the top of his head, but pulled out a handful of coke from his hair. He stroked the bald top of his head and the surrounding hair, and the center of the scalp that hurt when touched Gu Bao, scolding his mother, gritted his teeth and said, "The light source was blocked by a person, it seems that someone helped me block the attack... He should be very close to us, and he looks even taller than me, but I can't feel it." It seems so far away to see him."

Professor Twelve Trees narrowed his eyes, and after confirming that the last professor hadn't seen it clearly, he recalled the giant that caught his eye—where it was too close to make it look tall, it was at the center of the explosion, just because Too tall, and appear very close.

"What's the matter, principal, do you know what? Who did it?"

"We may have a rare natural disaster."

"But Headmaster, that purple Fiendfyre—"

"Such flames may also exist in nature."

Without waiting for others to refute, Professor Twelve Trees summoned a broom and lifted it into the sky. Looking from the sky, the originally dense forest seemed to be bald, just like Professor Randall's head. The center was covered with charcoal. In a large radial pit, rows of lush shoots are growing rapidly, taking root in the ashes.

"Are the books in the Goblin Academy library so easy to understand?"

He murmured, the corners of his eyes flashed, and he noticed the flickering light in the dead forest, it seemed to be the reflection of a magic wand, some uninvited guest who sneaked in was fleeing, it looked like an unfamiliar acquaintance .

"who?!"

He chased and fell, and chased in the direction of the flashing light. The professors saw his movement, and a broomstick followed him and flew into the air.

(End of this chapter)