My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 473 Curtain Call: Collapse

"what is that?"

The wall that really cuts off the line of sight has long since collapsed, but amidst the colorful glass shards all over the floor, the black wooden door still stands quietly, silently dividing people into two distinct sides.

One side is panic and fear, the other side is surprise and dissatisfaction.

The spectators in the ruins were silent, they didn't know how to communicate with the tribe they had contacted for the first time, obviously they were still staying in their seats, but the group of wizards who appeared on the stage quickly moved them away. As a performance or even an exhibit, the voices from the opposite side are getting more and more louder.

"Muggle?"

"Why can Muggles come in here?"

"What the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing? Why can Muggles come to Paris?"

"Hey, get out, Muggle!"

Among the wizards, some were silent, but the increasingly intense atmosphere around them made them speechless. Some of them might be born on the opposite side, but listening to the abuse coming from their ears, they seemed to be just They are watching people who have nothing to do with them.

A thin breeze blew by, and the black wooden door, which was still open, slammed shut with a "snap".

This is obviously our city... Millions of us live here. For generations, generations have worked diligently to turn a wasteland into a fertile field, plow the fertile fields into fertile fields, and build houses on the fertile fields. People gather together, settlements become cities, form their own language, characters, and customs, and finally form a country. Under the roads of Paris, the corpses and expectations of ancestors are buried. This is our city, but why?Why among this group of high-ranking people, we have become villains who broke in illegally.

"This is our Paris!"

Among the audience, a native Parisian shouted loudly. His vision was filled with the fire 17 years ago, and he didn’t even know what he had done, and his speech became a little unclear due to the trembling of excitement and fear. .

"Disgusting Muggle, can you stop being sentimental."

Among the visiting wizards, a little yellow-haired man who looked very playful came out unsteadily. It was the head of the three wizards who committed atrocities against the Ferdinand family a few days ago. "Friend" Ferdinand had already made him suffocate, and after returning home and finally recovering, he was strictly told by his father not to find fault. The interesting World Expo has also become unreliable. He poked his eyes and imitated to the wizards behind him, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooollo , but it made more wizards feel disgusted or even disgusted. He folded his arms, walked casually to the side of the wooden door, stretched out his legs, kicked the door frame vigorously with his beloved dragon leather boots, and listened to the door frame. There was a creaking sound from the connection, and he smiled with satisfaction, drew his wand, and pointed it at the spectator in the crowd who made the sound.

"Do you know what this is? Muggle." His wrist shook, and he asked himself, "This is a magic wand. If I were you, when I saw the wizard, I would get the hell out of Paris , will also kneel on the ground and give a big salute, instead of a lisp like you, here, 'Woo, we're going to mess with Paris'."

He grabbed the door frame, suddenly stretched out his wand, pointed at the audience who made the sound, and shouted "Expelliarmus", a red light beam flew out with lightning speed, and it shot precisely at the audience, wiping The audience's scalp flew towards the broken wall behind them, and hit a remnant steel frame that stood outside the tower. The broken and bent steel frame was struck by the curse, and the fragile The gap was broken, and several pieces of glass remaining on the steel frame smashed to the ground together, stirring up another burst of colorful rain amidst the crisp shattering sound.

"Wuuuu, missed the shot," the man showed a disappointed and tearful expression, and then quickly became indifferent, spreading his hands and said, "Oh, I forgot, Muggles don't have armaments for me to disarm, they seem to only Shake your limbs around like a monkey, maybe the Disarming Charm will just break limbs or something."

This not-so-funny joke aroused the laughter of many wizards. They coldly watched the conflict between the stunned young man and the Muggles in front of them, wanting to see what interesting plots would happen in the future, and even some The foreign wizard listened to the translation of others, and laughed while listening.

Some people showed their unbearable faces and turned their eyes away. Although there was some pity in their hearts, they didn't want to do anything.

"Let me guess, which arm would you lose if the Disarming Charm hit?"

He raised his wand and drew circles in front of him, watching the Muggle he was pointing at rolled his eyes and collapsed in a shudder, and couldn't help but let out an irritable crow-like laugh.

The audience dared not speak out. They saw the power of the wizard's magic with their own eyes. This seemingly young wizard had such power with just a spell. , only a small number of people in the crowd behaved slightly differently.

Little Jack squinted one eye, staring at the wizard's forehead, and glanced at the steel frame that was hit from time to time, with his hands still on his waist, silent.

Standing in the center of the crowd, Jin raised his head and stared at the oncoming enemy with eyes full of anger. As his mood became unstable, the controlled device also experienced magical fluctuations, as if a drunk person held a The pouring wine glass, some of the rainwater he held up poured onto the ground, some on the heads of the audience, some in the direction of the door, and the muddy rainwater poured on the man's beloved dragon leather boots. The anger in his heart was aroused.

"Little bastard, you delivered it yourself."

The wizard smiled grimly and took a step forward. Seeing that Jin was about to swing his raised arm towards the wizard, Jokunda looked up at the huge amount of rainwater that could drown most people below, and held Jin's hand. Without caring too much about his arms, he drew out his wand and pointed it at the top of his head, adjusting the direction of the water flow so that they fell into the river channel in the garden.

People were horrified to find that there was also a strange creature holding a short stick among their own people. For a moment, they threw away the threat from the opposite wizard and dodged around one after another. Jokunda looked at this scene bitterly and sighed. With a loud voice, he shouted softly to Jin, "Don't let anger go to your head, don't let down those who expect you, Jin!"

Jin's arms trembled, he clenched his teeth, and restrained the desire for revenge, but the hatred in his eyes became stronger.

"Hey, you came to the door yourself," the wizard's pitifully small brain was swallowed by anger, he threw the rules and laws behind him, raised his wand again, pointed at Jin's face precisely, and said with a grin. "Then do as you wish."

The wizards noticed that the Muggle boy on the opposite side seemed to be using magic too, but they didn't care about that much. Seeing a killing was about to happen, this situation was undoubtedly much more serious than violating the secrecy law. It affected himself, and some people who were close to him drew out their wands, trying to step forward to stop them.

But it was too late.

The wizard recited the spell without thinking, and passed the wand forward. Jokunda hurriedly called out the spell of the Iron Armor Curse, but someone moved a step faster than her.

"boom!"

Gunpowder smoke rose, and the wizard's movements were interrupted.

A strong explosion sounded in people's ears, and the audience turned their heads in horror. In the front row of the seats, the young sailor held the gun in both hands, and raised the dark weapon in his hand with a posture that could not be more standard. The gunpowder and The smell of gunpowder smoke well concealed the shaking of his arms like chaff, his eyes showed determination, he turned his head, and glared viciously at Martha, who was standing in the back row, who was about to lose his wife's arm, Martha Terrified by this look, she unconsciously exerted force on her wrists, and a pair of slender but powerful hands that had been trained in tailoring for many years grabbed Little Jack's wife's arms as if they were handcuffs. He bumped into the seat in front of him, tripped over the armrest, and fell to the ground with a thud, bringing the slender Martha down with him, crushing her body.

Seeing his wife fall, only a trace of concern flashed in Little Jack's eyes, and he quickly turned his head to stare at the spot where the bullet landed. Not only was he not angry with Martha, but he let out a long sigh of relief. .

"It's really difficult..." He gritted his teeth and muttered softly, "This is much more difficult to deal with than the German devils. God knows if they are afraid of bullets."

Little Jack no longer trembled, his muscles were tense due to spasms, his two raised arms were as stiff as iron bars, unable to move, the only remaining strength was the finger on the trigger.

On the opposite side of the door, the male teacher who stopped walking swayed and stood still slowly. Even through the gunpowder smoke, he could feel his anger.

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, Little Jack's bullet hit the ground in front of him, and the splashed stone hit his foot hard, causing the wizard's expression to become contorted with pain, and the muscles on his cheeks Beating, panting heavily, the ricochet bounced off the ground and hit the door, making the black wooden door's hinges creak loosely.

"How dare you... how dare you... mere Muggles," the spirit of the wizard was completely swallowed by anger, and the removal of the venom of the Winged Demon is just an additional effect of the fresh spirit. Its biggest effect is to activate the spirit, it can make the calm The wiser person can make the reckless person more stupid, which is one of the reasons why the atmosphere of looking at the two sides is so strong, and the wizard is obviously a reckless person, his eyes are in the middle of Little Jack and Jin Going back and forth, unable to speak a complete sentence, "Muggles..."

"It's nothing to dare," a voice sounded in Little Jack's ear, he looked in the direction of the voice, a man who had been sitting next to him and had no sense of presence from the beginning to the end of the movie pushed him with a gentle manner He smiled and said, "I have a friend who even dared to point a gun at the head of His Majesty the Emperor of the United States."

The man stretched out his hand, put it on Little Jack's shoulder, and gently rubbed his stiff muscles.

"Take it easy, young man," his indifferent appearance reminded Little Jack of the first teacher in the village. The man pressed his arm down, took the pistol from Little Jack's stiff hand, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed A piece of silver metal that is not much different from gold, but looks a little more complicated and refined, "That's wizards, they are human beings, not steel plates, I believe you have noticed, their spells are not much faster than bullets, aren't they?" ?”

After that, he turned his head, smiled at Jokunda who was not close to anyone within five meters, raised his arms, faced the wizard, and said seriously: "I hope you can realize the fact that everyone is human. "

"What are you all?!" The angry wizard kicked hard at the black door, yelling, "Who is human with you? You disgusting pigs, beasts!"

"Lack of swear words, as barren as your wisdom," the man shook his head, "You are also a wizard, why is there such a big gap between you?"

Compared with the wizard, the well-mannered man can use much less magic. Most of them are some basic beginner spells such as the floating spell and the flying spell, or some simple shape-changing spells that can no longer be simple. There is even some stagnation in the process of casting the spell. After all, the principle of this unnamed prop is extremely simple, that is, to emit the stored magic power in a way that Muggles can control. Simple manipulation of alchemy props is a must for Muggles. It is even more difficult than for normal wizards to learn to ride a broom, and this is the limit of what Nelson can do now. He has not yet found a way to truly analyze the essence of magic power.

But this is enough. With simple magic and a calm mind, the man restrained the wizard who lost his mind like a beast in place, and the pistol of Little Jack in his hand also made the wizard feel jealous. The humiliation brought by the long stalemate with the Muggles made his attack even more chaotic. It was the tail of Beauxbaton's crane, which looked even more ridiculous now. Among the wizards behind him There were bursts of laughter, and he understood that the laughter was for himself.

"Can we defeat the wizard?" Jack looked at the scene in front of him and murmured.

"You think too much, young man. I was helped by a respectable wizard," the man said without turning his head. "Besides, you may not have any idea about wizards. Among wizards, this kind of person is also It can be regarded as an existence that is so lame that it cannot be more lame, and there is nothing to say about defeating him, it is even better to shoot him directly."

The man said, raising his hand to shoot, but his marksmanship was as lame as the wizard's magic. The bullet hit the wooden door squarely, and the wooden door, which had been beaten for a long time, finally couldn't bear the damage. The door hinge fell off completely, and the broken wooden door hit the ground It fell to the ground, and a broken black door curtain that I don't know where it was placed before fell down.

The laughter behind him deeply hurt the wizard's heart. Even though the Muggle on the opposite side didn't hurt him at all, and he didn't even dare to aim and shoot, a sweet smell suddenly surged up in his chest, and his eyes went black. , There was a momentary convulsion in the extreme anger.

His feet slipped, his body staggered and fell forward, his arms waved helplessly, and his body slowly fell towards the soft black veil.

"boom!"

The intact body jumped over the door frame like a broken sack and hit the muddy ground.

Countless eyes focused on him, but his chest didn't even rise and fall anymore.

"died?"

(End of this chapter)