My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 475 We Start Over From 17 Years Ago, Paris
The clouds were broken by a higher force, as if an invisible hand was holding a giant sword that could pierce the sky, and the clouds were smashed into pieces. The sun finally fell on everyone, dispelling the chill brought by the heavy rain, and accumulating The mist of water and wet clothes should have been hot and humid and unbearably uncomfortable, but strangely enough, most people just felt warm, as if returning home on a winter snowy night, with a fire There was a pot of moderately hot tea sitting on the table.

On the streets of the Expo Garden, the rising mist enveloped the Muggles who hugged their heads and howled, as if being embraced by their mothers, they all calmed down. Although there was still a trace of confusion in their eyes, the bursting The nightmare brought about by the fire dissipated completely, leaving only the memory enough to look directly at. They looked around and saw another city hidden in the city of Paris that hadn't appeared for hundreds of thousands of years. The dark shadow left by the colorful tower in the venue saw the pierced sky and the two ancient gods standing up from the mist.

They are too tall, tall enough to block the sun in the sky and become new sunshine walking on the ground.

The falcon chirping came from a distant place, as if it came from a longer ancient time, and also as if it came from an unpredictable future. In the scattered clouds, steel feathers stirred the wind and clouds, and the speed it presented was completely different from its huge body. Impossible to match, swift as a bolt of silver lightning, it spread its cracked wings, raised its scarred head, and announced its arrival to all with that shattered beak.

The silver shadow flashed past and smashed heavily into the ruins of the colored towers of the main venue of the World Expo. The glass shards all over the ground were crushed into finer powder by the powerful wind. Its wings hung down like a solid fortress. Covering the Muggles who have not yet escaped, the news that the silver falcon broke through the barrier of the hiding place spread rapidly among the wizards. The determination of those who stand behind it.

A row of delicate feathers shot out from its back, stuck in the muddy ground, bounded by the black door frame with the door curtain, a silver straight line was drawn.

Wizards who covered their faces with all kinds of outrageous materials slipped through its wings, responding to the call for help on "The Quibbler", the Silver Falcon didn't stop it at all, as if after landing, it really became a castle. The lifeless sculpture, the members of the Ministry of Magic who came to reinforce it saw its immobile appearance, and with luck, they wanted to mix in with the crowd, prevent the dispersal of Muggles here, and maintain the last dignity of the Secrecy Law.

They walked forward slowly, the silver falcon didn't move at all, they became more courageous and quickened their pace, but when the first wizard reached the border beside the black door, his footsteps suddenly became stiff, making him The colleague behind him who didn't have time to stop bumped into his back.

"What's wrong? Is there any magic trap here?" Looking at the tense colleague, the later wizard stepped on the silver line, supported him with one hand, turned his head and shouted, "Be alert! There is an ambush!"

Their steps stopped in unison. The wizard who crossed the silver line first twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the colleague who also crossed the line. His forehead oozes, his teeth chatter uncontrollably, and the moment he crosses the line, his heart is filled with instinctive fear, and when he sees the red dot on his colleague's head, this fear finally explodes uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

The colleague couldn't see his forehead, so he asked anxiously. Suddenly, he noticed the dancing red light on the forehead of the wizard he was holding on to, and his neck rattled like a rusty clockwork. In the clouds, he saw an emotionless pitch-black eye, which shone with the luster of metal and magic power, and the pupil slowly rotated according to a constant frequency. Scattered and turned into rigid mayflies, locking on every enemy that might affect them, and meticulously executing the preset tasks.

Black magic power was flowing around that huge pupil, and the attraction from it seemed to drag him into the abyss across the sky. The negative emotions from Peeves were removed by Nelson and left behind in his creation In the movie, the emotions accumulated for thousands of years can make the hairs of anyone who is watched stand on end even if they are thousands of meters away.

"Are you afraid of me?"

He seemed to hear a demon whispering in his ear, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. The next moment, everyone in the wizarding team of the French Ministry of Magic saw locked red dots on each other's foreheads, and none of them would feel that I am the lucky one who was left behind in the crowd. Against the backdrop of each other's panic, fear erupted like a downpour just now.

And the few Aurors who were playing with the surviving Muggles in Second Salem were also lying on the ground peacefully, unconscious, with the help of the wizards who rushed to rescue them.

Seeing that the situation here was about to get out of control, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, the Auror leader who blocked the audience by himself simply put his wand back into his pocket, slowly raised his hands, and let the wizards lead the audience away , and even in order to express his sincerity and practice his life creed of being a "junjie", he simply raised his head instead of looking at their faces.

But after seeing the dark pupils exposed in the increasingly broken clouds, he immediately lowered his head, smiled and nodded at a pair of passing wizards and wizards, then closed his eyes, and was hit by the faint light, feeling at ease fell down.

……

With the Black Gate as the axis, the Aurors who prevented Nelson and Tom from leaving were experiencing the battle that Nelson should have experienced on the street that was symmetrical with the battle situation here.

The wizards headed by Johnny and Joseph showed a powerful strength that was completely inconsistent with their images. These once mediocre people faced the enemies who might hurt their cherished people, and they burst out with extremely tenacious fighting power. The flames used to boil water, the water used to wash water, the ropes used to bind... All kinds of daily magic, with the help of the small silver balls they took out from time to time, actually fought against the well-trained Aurors They were evenly matched, and even faintly overwhelmed one end, compressing the living environment of the Aurors into the extremely narrow square in front of the black tower.

"So funny……"

Penguin's face was flushed with excitement. He was different from everyone else in the company. He was alone and didn't care about Muggle relatives or friends or Squibs, and he didn't have the slightest determination to dedicate his life to any noble cause, but he was so bored. The pursuit of "fun" is purer than most people's beliefs. He watched these mediocre colleagues in the past burst out with powerful magic power under the support of their beliefs, and used those magic spells that almost everyone knows with great proficiency. He chanted excitedly: "Most people only know what to do but don't know why, they only know what to do but don't know why... just like how penguins taught me how to keep hot in the extreme cold, when people are obsessed with one thing, even if Even the simplest cleansing spell can make a difference, how can a lifeless world be interesting? This is the best!"

"What the hell are you muttering about there, Penguin?"

In the next second, a discordant roar broke the atmosphere that the penguin had managed to create.

After knocking down an Auror, Johnny turned around and looked around the battlefield. He was considered to be the most powerful person in the team, and was about to rush to help his companions, but at a glance, he saw the annoying guy standing in the middle of the battlefield talking , the irascible wizard couldn't help but yelled, "Master Wertning's blood spurted like a fucking fountain, and you just recited poetry there? Damn, can you move?" Move your damn bird claws, do something, kill 'em quickly so we can move on to the next game!"

"It's not reading poetry, Johnny."

Penguin looked at Johnny's angry expression and said seriously.

"Oh? What?" Johnny sensed Penguin's solemn attitude. Did he blame him?Penguin was chanting a powerful but very long spell, but was interrupted by himself?He couldn't help feeling annoyed, annoyed at his haste.

"I'm singing, Johnny," said Penguin seriously, waving his hands like an orator. "It's more fun than reciting poetry!"

"I**"

Johnny almost lost his breath. He took a deep breath, pretending that there was nothing in his field of vision, but saw a bunch of rubbish. Joseph, who was in the front row, was hit by the Auror's blocking spell, and flew upside down to his side, throwing another A snatched wand was smashed in half and stuffed into Johnny's pocket. He got up from the ground, patted his buttocks, turned his head and said to the penguin: "I will let Scarlett record you reciting poems during the battle situation truthfully." heroic."

"Snapped!"

The strong light of the flash lights up, blinding all those facing the penguin for a moment. Just when Joseph was about to curse, the penguin walked out from the oxidized smoke of magnesium powder, holding a newly developed photo in his hand , and threw it into Joseph's hands.

Joseph lowered his head and looked at the photos covering almost the entire street in his hands. Not only were there Aurors fighting here and them, but there were even Aurors who surrounded Grindelwald and Dumbledore not far away but dared not approach , and many wizards who left from the temporary office of the French Minister of Magic to turn the tide of the battle.

He noticed that many of them had red circles on their heads. He carefully observed the people in the photos. Their images were more or less different from themselves. He carefully observed those circled by penguins. The ones who got up, watching their soft lust, narrowed their eyes.

"Don't we still have a lot of people on standby?" Penguin blinked. "Unilaterally tearing down high walls is not what adults want to see. Look, their rotten interior has already collapsed."

"I'll let Scarlett polish your report."

Joseph nodded, took the photo and disappeared.

"Damn it, you're shameless for blatantly bribing your colleagues!" The unknown Johnny did not forget to output penguins when he exported magic to the Aurors. His bad mouth finally had an effect. Penguin shook his head and stood up By his side.

"You have partnered with Joseph for too long, I hope you can get used to it when you cooperate with me."

"As long as you stop reading poetry, please."

Penguin smiled, looking at the opposite Auror who was fighting for no reason, with contempt in his eyes.

"It's boring."

He raised his hand, and the magic wand drew a beautiful arc in the mist. The sun shone on his side, and the bright ice crystals were as dazzling as diamonds, even clearer and purer than diamonds.

"My lord's rain is purer than the darkening acid rain in Paris." The penguin couldn't help sighing, and the slender ice crystals formed beside him, very much like Nelson's mayfly, and they flew out like a sharp arrow , put shackles on the group of boring Aurors, like the fence of Antarctic glaciers temporarily separating Aurors from their companions, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, although Penguin is sometimes not very prominent, but at least He succeeded in freeing himself from restraint.

Johnny raised his wand high, slashed down hard, and shouted: "Fire burns!"

The separated Aurors instinctively raised their hands to avoid the attack coming from the sky, but in the next second, they were completely swallowed up by the flames of a volcanic eruption under their feet.

"Pointing at east and west, you have learned it well."

"You're annoying, Penguin." Johnny put away his wand, "I'm going to find the projector."

……

"Is this... the magic he is most proud of?"

Jokunda was sitting on the broom, floating in the air, her running speed slowed down, she raised her head and looked up at the sky, only for a moment of delay, two Aurors had already chased up from behind, and in front of her, another Two broomsticks rise from between the buildings.

With a sigh, she tucked the exposed hair back into her collar.

The moment she drew out her wand to meet the enemy, a silver light flashed behind the four Aurors at the same time, and then, a red magic light burst out, their bodies were paralyzed for a moment, and the wands in their hands were captured by four ghostly The mayfly took it away.

She couldn't help but think of what the teacher who guarded the gate told her when she first arrived at the memorial hall.

"He told us not to be afraid, wizards are as weak as we are, just as we are weak because we don't have magic, they are also stagnant because of magic."

"Is that so?" Jokunda turned his head and looked in the direction of the Expo Garden. Two silver giants had stood up like a mountain, and they were walking towards the remaining barrier of the hidden place step by step, hitting them with their steam-spewing fists. it.

"boom!"

The remaining barriers collapsed from where they dropped their fists, turning into flying magic residues and collapsing in all directions. They were swept by the dense mist, spreading like the tide of the entire city of Paris.

Gradually, a white city with towering buildings covered the map of Paris, full of traffic and buildings, standing on the heads of the Muggles who were not affected by the heavy rain in the Expo Park.

People in the whole city of Paris broke free from their panic and looked towards the tallest building.

In the hiding place, the French Minister of Magic let out a wail. An accident of this scale can only be made up for by Newt's rain of venom from the Winged Demon. But he is holding an XZ snowman album, standing by the window in a daze, thinking about the past right or wrong.

Dumbledore let out a sigh, but quickly pulled himself together, and there were more things to do.

Grindelwald laughed heartily, and the saints in black robes appeared beside him one by one, silently admiring the pure white tall buildings rising from the ground.

At the highest point, the dark-haired young man was carrying his fair-haired friend into the wind. Parisians saw again the man who put out the fire 17 years ago, but it was not him. Nelson, who could barely stand on his own, smiled. Looking at the city under his feet, he finally loosened his breath and closed his eyes.

"We start over from 17 years ago, Paris."

(End of this chapter)