My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 460 You are eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly you are...

"Nagini, do you want to eat puffs? I remember that there is a special lightning puffs in an alley next to the street."

Downstairs in the hostel, Credence, who was holding Nagini's hand, let go of her suddenly. He watched the carriage galloping from the street, and muttered, "One, two, five...five, in the dark There are two more."

"What? Didn't we just finish eating?"

Nagini put his hand back on Credence's arm and shook his head, "Have you forgotten?"

"Really? Haha, I'm a little hungry, and this kind of delicate pastry is really not suitable for me," Credence raised his eyebrows, scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled, "My stomach even remembers I can’t get up what I just ate, so can you help me get something? I’m so hungry now, I’m so hungry that I can’t walk.”

Seeing Credence's silly smile, Nagini couldn't help but smile. She stretched her arms and fished out the wallet from Credence's pocket with a smile.

"You wait for me here," Nagini waved his wallet at him, "How much do you want to buy?"

"You can figure it out, I'm going crazy with hunger."

Nagini patted Credence on the forehead, turned and walked towards the corner.

The carriage on the other side of the street was galloping, and the pedestrians around avoided it unhurriedly. Not only were they used to walking swaggeringly on the road, but they were also used to deftly avoiding the increasing number of trucks these days. The horse is so handsome that it still attracts the attention of many people.

Nagini was walking on the sidewalk, not noticing the rampaging carriages on the street.

When she passed the corner of the street, the carriage was driving head-on, and the tires passed through the sunken puddles, splashing the muddy water on the surrounding pedestrians. Nagini hid sideways behind the bulletin board on the side of the road, Dodging the mud splashes, she lowered her head and carefully looked at the new dress that Credence had bought for her. Seeing that it was still as clean as ever, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around, looked at the rows of dark cargo boxes on the receding carriage, and shook her fist at it in dissatisfaction. She quickened her pace, turned the corner of the street, and turned into the path that Nelson and Tom passed by the day before. middle.

The moment she turned the corner, the sky above the main road changed.

The horses pulling the cart were frightened for some reason. Their front hooves ignored the driver's whip, and they sank deep into the ground. Almost at the same time, their rear hooves raised high, and the mud-covered hooves kicked hard on the ground. He was hit hard on the coachman's face behind him. He didn't have time to steer the carriage. He felt his eyes go dark, and his body was thrown away in a burst of weightlessness. During the extension, it hooked to the electric pole on the side of the road, and the whip was straightened suddenly, and then it broke suddenly under the pull of the strong inertia of the carriage. Fibers float in the air.

Even in the weightless state, the coachman still pulled out his wand. He pointed the wand at the ground, looking for a chance to save himself, but the remaining whip made a crisp crackling sound in the air, and slammed it hard. On his wrist, the groom had no time to cast magic, so he let go of his hand in pain, the wand flew upside down, and he also fell heavily on the carriage. He slid from the carriage and lay in a mud puddle, unconscious A second before, he saw a big black hand holding the half of the whip and slowly dissipating in the air.

"Six." Credence leaned against the roadside wall, caught the flying wand, held it in his hand, and covered his face with his collar turned up.

All this happened in an instant, so fast that the people around had no time to react.

The horse lost its balance and flipped forward, its front hooves were still firmly planted on the ground. The horse's back turned around in the air and hit the ground heavily. The muddy water that was thrown up made it seem like a dark rain fell here. At this moment, passers-by who reacted quickly had time to dodge to the sides. The tough reins tightly tightened the horse's body, and the rough skin was instantly bloodshot. The horse's head was first on the ground, followed by a sound Howling, their beautiful backs with fluttering manes made intimate contact with the ground.

The reins snapped one by one, and still did not stop the forward momentum of the carriage. The wizard didn't care about whether it was overloaded or not. The out-of-control carriage was rampaging on the street, and many passers-by who stood in its way had even closed their eyes , kept drawing the cross on his chest, hoping to find a good place in the sky after death.

However, the imagined scene of death and injury did not happen. The left wheel of the carriage sank into a puddle on the street. Without the horse, it had no ability to adjust its direction. As the body tilted, it rushed straight to the left. He broke the electric pole with lightning speed, and rushed straight to a small roadside shop with flames all over his body. The fire hydrant newly built by the Paris City Hall was knocked away by it, and he could only see a rising and falling fire in the sky. The farther the red dot was, the next, the chassis of the carriage rested on the remaining half of the fire hydrant, and the four wheels were suspended in the air, turning helplessly.

At this time, the citizens in dangerous places began to flee to the surroundings. They did not realize that this carriage was so strong that it was hardly like a carriage. After such a serious accident, not only the carriage body was not damaged, even the None of the cargo boxes fell.Only the lock of the big box stacked on top was broken due to the jolt, the heavy wooden cover was turned up, and the stuffed sheepskin bags were scattered all over the floor. One of the sheepskin bags was tied by a delicate silver chain and swirled. Over the heads of the crowd, it hit the back of a fleeing man.

He was hit solidly, a horse lying on the ground, the heavy bag almost pressed out all his internal organs, staring at his eyes for a long time, before he got up from the ground with his face covered in blood, Cover your mouth and cough a few times, a few broken teeth appeared in the palm of your hand.

The angry man turned around, and tried his best to hold the bag that almost killed him, but when he stepped down, the bag stood still, but his toes felt burning pain, and the man's face suddenly turned blue , but a touch of gold exposed due to the loosening of the silver chain almost blinded his eyes.

An almost impossible guess arose in the man's mind, his movements became gentle, he looked around carefully, and when he found that the passers-by around him were fleeing in the opposite direction, he slammed onto the bag and threw it hard. The exposed gap was widened, and the shining gold coins came into view. The man took a deep breath, unable to exhale the stale air for a long time.

He was wrapped up in the joy of the rest of his life and the surprise of a windfall, and he was almost so happy that he fainted.

But this happiness didn't last for a few seconds. Just as he was holding the sheepskin bag and imagining the life of debauchery in the future, a pale hand reached down from the top of his head, grabbed the neck of the money bag, and lifted it up easily. up.

"what--"

The man raised his head and glared at the uninvited guest who robbed him of his wealth, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly with his eyes wide open. He only saw a cloud of black mist baring his teeth and claws at him. The moment the black mist entered his sight, The back of his neck went limp, and he lay powerlessly on the ground.

"If you find something, you must return it to the owner."

Credence showed him a stiff smile, and lightly tipped his toes towards his lower back. The man flew out as if hit by an elephant, but his body was caught by a burst of black magic power that quickly dissipated. Package, and no harm has been done.

Credence held the purse in his hand, leaned against the wall, and watched the figures he had been paying attention to from the beginning among the crowd fleeing in all directions.

An Auror wearing a top hat rushed out of the phone booth on the corner of the street, holding a disconnected phone in his hand. He was about to call for reinforcements, but he still suppressed his voice when he noticed the fleeing citizens around him.

"Damn it, the amnestic office may not be able to retrieve everyone!"

He stomped his feet resentfully, threw the phone back in his hand, and ran towards the carriage panting, but his forward momentum was quickly blocked, and a strong tourist bumped into his arms firmly, The Auror was almost knocked into the air. The well-trained Auror quickly pulled out his wand and adjusted his posture. He looked up and saw the black pupils of the tourists. Such conspicuous magic power was like the moon in the night sky on the streets of Paris. He thought he had found the culprit of the accident, and the tourist even gave him a defiant grin, quickening his pace and rushing into the crowd.

"Stop!" Auror threw away his obstructive hat and rushed forward.

"Five."

Among the remaining five people, two hid in the carriage, and one stayed in the room of the roadside inn, with no way out.

Credence loosened his collar and walked towards the carriage with the purse in hand.

In his eyes, a striking figure was rapidly approaching him.

"There is an emergency, this is East Street West..."

A flustered witch sneaked towards him, with one hand raised to her mouth, and Credence clearly saw that she was holding a small silver ball in her hand, which belonged to the French Ministry of Magic. The three-color emblem of the tricolor protruded from her fingertips, and she noticed that Credence, who was walking against the crowd and holding a wand in his hand, had slightly dilated pupils and moved the ball near his mouth closer.

"There's a wizard there, and he—"

It was too late for her to speak, and in an instant, Credence's body collapsed like a bubble, turning into a thick black smoke, like a demon escaping from hell, piercing through the body of the fleeing Muggle in front , with a ferocious face laughing wildly and rushing towards her.

Before the witch even had time to raise her wand, Mo Ran rushed towards her like a gust of wind. Her shapeless black claws pinched her tightly clenched fist and slowly exerted force. The small silver used for communication The ball was crushed and deformed in her hands.

Credence didn't stop, and passed straight through the witch's body, and turned into the shy man behind her again, while the witch who was back to back with him closed her eyes and fell softly to the ground. Deng Si stretched out his hand, held her back, and placed her on the ground in a comfortable position.

The wand slipped from her hand, and the witch's expression was not very good, as if she was having a nightmare.

"Four."

Credence looked up at a window across the street. The person behind the window was far away from him, but the two of them realized almost at the same time that they had found each other.

Under Credence's gaze, the beige curtain behind the window was slowly closed, and a tacit understanding was reached in an instant.

"Three."

Credence took a deep breath, his heart felt a dizzying pain, the silent erosion had already penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making every mobilization of his magic power accompanied by incomparable pain, he took a deep breath He held his right arm holding the wand tightly with his left hand, suppressing the convulsion that was unbearable for ordinary people, his originally pale face became even paler, his body swayed, his shoulders leaned against the wall, his chest Vigorously undulate.

"Ahem... Hurry up, there's the last one."

He didn't need to take the initiative to search for the last person, because he had already arrived at his door.

A tricky red light shot out from the armpit of a sprinting passerby. Someone hid behind him and attacked Credence who suddenly deteriorated.

Credence had no strength left to dodge, the spell shot towards his abdomen, but passed through the body that suddenly turned into black mist, and hit the brick wall behind him, leaving a large charred black spot on the stone brick. Potholes.

Credence took a deep breath, leaving aside the two Aurors who looked like interns, this one should be the Auror stationed on this street.

He shook his head with a wry smile. In the past, he could raze this street to the ground in minutes, but now he has to use his brains to deal with these people.

"Should I thank you for letting me use my brain diligently so that I won't become demented." Credence lowered his head and said to his chest, and then another red light shot from another angle, Not only was this Auror experienced, but he had no regard for the lives of the Muggles around him.

Credence didn't dodge this time, he saw that it was the same spell as before - the disarming spell, he let the red light hit his body, and the wand in his hand flew upside down, falling towards the two Dao spells come from different directions.

The Auror had visibly let his guard down, too. What could a wizard without his wand do?He simply left the crowd and walked towards Credence, ready to arrest him.

But the moment he showed his head, a black hand protruding from the air grabbed his throat, dragged him through the crowd, and was pressed against the wall that Credence was leaning against.

"You... um... Goo..."

Auror couldn't breathe well, and he couldn't speak well. Credence was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. With a little force from the black hand, Auror rolled his eyes and fell into a coma, but this time Credence was not so gentlemanly. He let go Auror, let his head hit the ground.

"Two... one big and one small."

Credence took a deep breath, put the money bag on his shoulder, and walked towards the stranded carriage. The main body of the carriage was still intact after this kind of accident, only one on the roof was smashed by the groom. The big hole and the chassis pierced by the fire hydrant, the broken fire hydrant sprayed out a thick water column, which just gushed out from the hole in the roof, turning the car into a unique fountain.

(End of this chapter)