My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson maintained the posture of resisting arc light, the sword in his hand became hot and red, and then, a long and thin steam column shot out from the hole in the mouth of the sword hilt, and the sword body immediately cooled down, and the complicated patterns were surging like a riverbed. The torrent of magic.

He put down his arms, dangled the long sword to his side, and pulled out a beautiful sword flower. Although the action of swinging the sword just now was stiff as if he was playing golf, at least this posture seemed to have been specially practiced.

The audience's eyes were attracted by the gorgeous thin sword in his hand. The slender golden sword body widened a little at the tip of the sword, and then tightened quickly. It looked like the second hand on a clock and the pale golden gears were neatly arranged. The circle surrounds the sword body, slowly turning, constantly accumulating magic power for it, making the light on it more and more exuberant.

As Dumbledore kept zooming in, the knowledgeable wizards discovered that the dazzling luminous decorations on the sword were not just the gaps between the parts, but also the ancient magic texts overlapped one by one. They were not only It has a decorative effect, and it also gives this sword the magic of sharpness, repair, durability, combination, and resistance to magic.

The two were surrounded by metal soldiers fighting in chaos, but they never came close. Nelson raised his empty hand and snapped his fingers. The mayfly scattered around immediately gathered around him, the stars arched over the ground. It spun quickly, resisting the curse that Tom kept shooting.

He jumped up under the spell, and the mayfly surrounding him turned into a disc shape in the air, becoming a ladder for Nelson to vacate. His persistence in climbing stairs with weights for many years finally paid off at this moment. His movements were so fast that they did not look like one. The weak wizard, on the contrary, is like a general rushing to kill the battlefield, holding a long sword in his hand, and his golden hair flying in the air like a flash of lightning, tossing and turning, and rushing towards Tom.

In the blink of an eye, Tom saw Nelson, who was standing on the ground, suddenly appeared in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword, and piercing his throat diagonally from the bottom up.

He hurriedly stepped back, and the body that was flying in the air lost its center of gravity and almost fell.

"You're a wizard, Gnar." Tom quickly backed away, pulling away, but Nelson took advantage of the pursuit, wielding a long sword and thrusting from the left to the right. The group of protected snakes was crushed to pieces, and the speed of black smoke recovery could not keep up with the speed of destruction. , The two of you chased me, and Tom moved around in embarrassment, while persuading me bitterly, "Really, you are a wizard, not a rash man."

Flying in a wizard without the help of magic props is a strange ability. Tom naturally occupies a favorable location. As Nelson leaves the range of the mayfly troops in the chase, he has gradually been unable to keep up with Tom's speed.

"Isn't this magic enough?"

Realizing this, Nelson stopped his forward leaning, jumped down from the air, rolled around on the ground dexterously, and stood up.

Stand with your legs apart in tandem, holding the sword in your backhand, the magic text representing "combination" is lit up, and the small parts that make up the blade are separated from each other. The unsharp blade is like flowing water, and it is quickly shaped into it under the influence of Nelson's magic. A sharp spear tip, and the gears surrounding the sword's body resemble the star rings of Saturn flickering and dimming. They merge into one body, flowing like a streamer toward the end of the spear tip, condensing into a straight handle.

The remaining gear clung to his arm, transmitting magic power to increase the power of the projection, Nelson raised his spear, closed one eye, and aimed at Tom.

A gentle white light shot from the tip of the gun, and Tom's layers of barriers had no effect on it. In the end, the light focused on his right chest.

Tom understood that Nelson closed his eyes and aimed just for a show, and the magic had locked him.

"Then help me identify, is this magic enough?"

"Okay, okay, I admit that this looks magical," Tom swayed in the air, trying to avoid the lock, he waved his hand, and said, "but you have to admit that a wizard is chasing someone with a murder weapon. Hit, this kind of thing sounds weird."

"You haven't seen it before."

Nelson shook his head, his muscles tensed suddenly, the gears that wrapped his arms told to rotate, and even deformed due to the high temperature, his body stretched and leaned back, and then leaped forward like a cheetah in a moment, released his hand, and the spear "swish". Slammed away at Tom with a sound.

Nelson's face became pale due to the loss of strength, but the corners of his mouth raised a satisfying smile, no matter whether he won or not, at least the magic he tried succeeded.

The red light in Tom's eyes grew stronger, his body receded quickly, almost faster than the flying broomstick, and he muttered in a snake-like voice a curse that was difficult for others to understand.

Black smoke quickly gushed from the gap in the armor above Alexander's head.

"boom!"

The black smoke was too huge. With an explosion, the distorted armor under Tom’s feet was raised high and rushed into the sky, falling towards the black lake under the action of gravity. In the black smoke, countless snakes rushed to the sky. Gathered in front of Tom.

They huddled together and yelled at Nelson not far away, making people feel sick.

However, the large number of snakes seemed to be welcome, the spear did not seem to have been effectively resisted, and even the speed was not reduced by half, and it instantly sank into the group of snakes.

The tip of the spiral gun not only destroys one point, but the surging magic power clears a cylindrical vacuum area in the snake group. Just when it is about to hit Tom, a huge head turns into black smoke from a dead snake. Popped up.

Alexander's head is shaking more severely

"Oh, I haven't got enough spears." Nelson wiped his hand on his face, and a pair of sunglasses appeared on his face. He suddenly became happy, "Why have you become so big?"

The sloughed little basilisk didn’t know what medicine Tom had given him. It became bigger than the first time Nelson saw it, comparable to the remains of the basilisk seen in Auschwitz’s illusion. Just a head blocked the sunlight above Alexander and protected Tom tightly. The audience crossed the water curtain and looked into the air. Even though they are far apart, two things can still be seen clearly. .

A giant snake comparable in size to Alexander appeared out of thin air and was tightly wrapping around the giant's body. Its upper body was raised, its head slightly higher than the top of the giant, and the letter that was spit out was filled with bright black snake saliva, which was steaming. A deadly poisonous fog spreads. Although the eyes are covered with haze, it still "stares" in Nelson's direction, and its stiff face reveals complex expressions comparable to humans-eagerness, hatred, respect, and even a hint of it. fear.

The basilisk leaped forward, opened its blood basin and swallowed its spear, and suddenly drilled rows of shark-like dense and sharp fangs, shining with a cold light.

Although the sharp teeth of the basilisk are almost one of the strongest magical materials in the world, it cannot withstand the sharp weapon that contains abundant magic power. It just got up, it was shot through by a long spear flashing electric light. , The sharp teeth blocking the path of the spear were torn like bubbles, and the crisp sound like the collapse of a champagne tower was also lost in the thunder that suddenly violently violently burst in his mouth.

But it still successfully delayed the spear for a moment. Tom dodged and dodged. The spear almost passed him, passing the audience in the blink of an eye, becoming a point of light disappearing into the sky.

The basilisk froze and stayed in place with the stiff motion of bowing its head and chest straight. The stench of blood sprayed out, but soon, the burned wound no longer shed blood, more like a horrible sculpture.

Tom panted heavily, looking at Nelson's empty hands, spewing counterattack magic. In order to make this deformable weapon stronger, Nelson used his black walnut wand as its core.

"You rely too much on those foreign objects!" Tom yelled while seizing the good time when Nelson lost his wand, "You should become a powerful wizard, master powerful magic, and not fiddle with those who can do anything. Something made!"

"Didn't I use powerful magic?" Nelson asked rhetorically. Even though he lost his wand, the dense mayflies resisted the first round of attacks for him. At least he still has time to talk to Tom, without being chased. You have to know that even if it is a disarming curse, in the hands of some people, it can defeat you again and again."

"Nonsense," Tom shook his head, only when Nelson was shaking cleverly, saying some witty words, "Does it depend on your disarming curse that is called'weapon except you'?"

"That's not necessarily." After a few words, Nelson's protective circle was bombarded by Tom's curse and shrunk into the corner, and he finally pulled out another wand from his pocket—the one that Tom gave him. Brother Wand, "Let me see if you can beat them."

"It's useless to say more, I will use magic to persuade you." Tom pursed his mouth tightly, and a more fierce offensive followed. Nelson's level with the replacement of his wand suddenly dropped by a level. The intuitive feeling made the audience feel like this. He understood the importance of a good piece of equipment, but he didn't seem to panic, and he still retreated calmly.

There were fewer and fewer mayfly under Tom's fire, and even the metal soldiers controlled by Nelson had more casualties.

But there was a palpitation from the bottom of Tom's heart. He wanted to resolve the battle faster, so he delayed the offensive, flew to the top of the basilisk's head, and inserted his hand into the wound pierced by the spear on the back of the basilisk's head.

Its huge body twitched abruptly, and the pan covering his eyes slowly opened.

On the water curtain in front of the audience, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the water curtain showing the front face of the basilisk. The audience thought the water curtain was broken. At this time, the commentary suddenly sounded, "I'm sorry to disturb everyone's observations." The game, I need to explain that the legendary XXXXX-level magical animal-the basilisk that is currently appearing in front of you, the magic contained in its eyes is lethal. The organizing committee cannot guarantee that the eyes of the basilisk will be seen through the water curtain. There will be no adverse reactions, so Professor Dumbledore shielded the eyes of the basilisk."

Noisy discussions suddenly sounded in the auditorium. Most people are too unfamiliar with the term "basilisk". Even the more professional assistant team that explained it didn't know more about it, only the ones in the auditorium. Newt is fascinating to popularize its power for the surrounding audience.

Suddenly, the bastion’s name, created by the ancient black wizard, that is, the eye of the dead, and its no detoxification, spread. After repeated broadcasts of drumming and multiple re-creations, it was introduced to Dumbledore’s ears. The Basilisk is no longer a dangerous magical animal, but has become a world-destroying monster comparable to Morgan Lefy, capable of singles out twelve Knights of the Round Table and one Merlin.

Who could have imagined that this extremely powerful magical animal was once beaten off by two young men in front of Hogwarts underground?

Dumbledore obviously knew something, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hey!" Sigmund clapped his hands in surprise, "Dermstrang teaches black magic? Albus, these students seem to have hidden a lot of unique skills!"

"I taught it." Dumbledore generously accepted Sigmund's yin and yang accusation, "The basilisk is a stubborn illness that existed when Hogwarts was founded. I can't stop an outstanding student who loves his alma mater from defeating the threat. A monster who is safe from a classmate will never take his trophy."

Dumbledore's initiative to take the pot made Sigmund wonder what to say for a while, and he choked in his stomach with yin and yang weird words that were ready to be used, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The sudden change occurred, and a gust of wind suddenly blew over the auditorium. Everyone raised their heads and saw that a giant eye-like horror whirlpool appeared in the clouds above their heads at some point. The clouds pulled out by the airflow were slowly facing Tom’s direction. Slowly condense.

At this moment, Alexander is fighting with the basilisk, who is becoming more and more crazy due to his bloodthirsty and Tom’s magic. Under Tom’s saturated blow, Nelson’s space of action is compressed to the point where it is difficult to give full play to his dexterous physical strength. When everyone thought his defeat was only a matter of time, UU read www.uukanshu. com shot out from the whirlpool with a spear that stirred the thunder, and several thick thunders that followed even caused the metal objects in the audience to be sucked up!

"boom!"

Thunder pierced the basilisk’s back and instantly lost its ability to resist. Tom realized that the previous red beam was not meaningless. The spear was still aiming at his right chest and chasing him. He could only force the snake again and again. The strange flesh and blood resisted, seeing Newt shook his head.

Soon, the basilisk fell softly to the ground again under the same weapon.

Soon, Tom's proud hair began to smell of charcoal, and the spear gradually lost the energy it had obtained from the clouds.

Nelson raised his hand, and the spear flew back into his hand. So, holding the wand in his left hand and the spear in his right, he came up and fought with Tom.

Leaning on the superior performance of the spear to resist Tom's curse, stabbing and slashing along the way, while sending out a "weapon except you" from the wand in the left hand.

The two fought from the sky to the underground, from the ground to the sky, and the weapons in Nelson's hands were constantly changing, from familiar weapons to strange weapons, even though Nelson would not use them. But even if it's just a stick, with his physical stamina, it can make Tom complain.

The audience was dazzled, and the two black shadows on the field could hardly distinguish between you and me. You could only see the flashing electric light and the various spells when the golden sharp weapon was swung. Until Tom and Nelson suddenly separated, only the weapon in Nelson's hand was unknown. When suddenly disappeared, instead of two wands lifted by both hands, Tom was surrounded by countless golden needles only a few centimeters away from his body and froze in place.

"My lord, times have changed."

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