My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You are the god, yes, the omniscient god, the omnipotent god!"

In the barren cemetery, a little phosphorous fire made the surrounding night pale, and the faint green flames burned in the surrounding bushes. The seeds were roasted, giving off a scorched smell mixed with the smell of grain.

There are only broken walls and ruins in the village in the distance. From time to time, there are cries coming from the night, mixed with cries of "he is coming", which are swept away by fear. The flames went out and lit up in the distance, the sounds in the night were covered by the crackling of the flames, and no life could be heard anymore.

He lowered his head and saw a man in silver armor lying at his feet. This was the last rebel in the valley called "Godric". Pity this ignorant wizard, who has nothing but the power of magic. Know, only know how to charge with a sword, and what is the difference between those stupid mortals? Even compared to those ignorant ordinary people, the behavior of squandering their talents in this way makes people feel more disgusting. Where does such a reckless man come from, and dare to chase after him from Greece to "crusade" himself?

"It's really hard for me lying at your feet to see your face deep in the clouds, to see your majesty, but I can see, I can see the mud under your feet when you trekked from the swamp, The hem of your splendid robe was scratched by the thorns along the way, and stained with dead branches and leaves."

The man was lying at his feet, and the sword in his hand had long since become a decayed and decayed piece of rusted iron scattered all over the place. Dark red blood dyed the cracked ground beneath his feet into a filthy swamp, but that arm, which was bent unremarkably, was still crawling with the last ounce of strength, towards the ancient dragon-skin boots. near.

A thin, corpse-like hand stretched out from the darkness of nothingness and pressed firmly on the back of his hand. The pain from the wound made him twitch uncontrollably, and the bloodstains spread faster. Now, behind the dry palm, a tattered black robe is blending with the night, fluttering wildly in the darkness, behind it, from the tomb full of tombstones, one by one is shrouded in black robes The monsters broke out of the ground, their faces were covered by tattered hoods, or maybe they had no appearance, something that only belongs to living things.

Not only the stench of rot emanated from the black-robed monster, but also the icy cold enough to freeze time, and the greed for life and the stalker of souls.

"The statue of the **** will collapse, even he himself will be annihilated in time, his palace will become a paradise for tomb robbers, his kingdom will only be a flash in the history books, and everything he pursues will crash in despair. The collapse is no different from those who are trampled underfoot." The man in the armor was sucked away by the monsters surrounding him, and his voice became like a gossamer, but in the weak voice, The power of belief is strong enough to pierce the eardrums, "My mistress asked me to give you a sentence, sinner, she has foreseen your failure, and you will fail! Even if you make a comeback, you can only taste the endless lingering. Humiliation! Despicable Haierbo, how can there be a despicable **** in the world!"

Silence, even the crackling of the flames was hard to hear.

"You thought your power would give you everything? You thought the disgusting monsters you made out of the corpses of my people, my comrades, my ancestors could take my heart away? You're wrong, you don't even have mine Life cannot be taken away."

The stinking monster reached for the hood and the other to the man's chin, looking like he was going to kiss him.

It's just that the man's head just left the ground, and the monster put him down. His body was no longer angry, and even his soul collapsed and dissipated in an instant. As he said, he understood himself, let him stand The former "Heavenly God" even lost the power to take his life.

The monster pulled its hood and cast its greedy eyes on the only person standing in this cemetery, the only life it could smell joys and sorrows, the corpse in the armor was for it, and the roadside. The stones have made no difference.

How boring.

A dazzling flame rose from the fallen man, lighting up the pool of blood that had formed puddles around him. It was as calm and peaceful as a mirror, and even this blood color could add a glamorous red to what was reflected, and the milky white. The magic power escaped from the gap in the armor, and was sucked into the robe by some kind of unfeelable gravitational force.

Bowing his head, a handsome young face appeared in the blood, his green hair and eyes showed a strange black in the scarlet pool of blood, as if the surrounding long dark night was endless and endless.

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

The roaring crow chirping came from mid-air. Facing the scorched earth that stretched for hundreds of miles, this carrion-eating bird had been hungry for a whole week. At this moment, seeing a corpse that had not been burnt to the ground, it couldn't bear it any longer. Fluttering its wings and swooping towards the ground, the moment it stopped on the armor, a small flame of fire drilled out of the gap in the steel and wrapped around its decayed black tail feathers. In the blink of an eye, its figure had disappeared. , replaced by a fleeting flame.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

The crow swallowed the ashes in one gulp by the blood basin dormant in the dark, and then, a pair of huge orange-brown pupils made a sound similar to crow chirping.

"Clap-"

How can a mortal corpse resist the annihilating flames? The armor soon became empty, leaving only a piece of empty powder, which was the last trace of a person left in the world, ashes that no fire could destroy, and the powder was scattered from the cavity of the armor under the breeze, Scattered in a pool of blood, it disturbed that monstrous face.

He raised his hand and stroked his cheek, just like the sorcerer Narcissus who accidentally swallowed his homemade love potion many years ago, but compared to the beautiful scene of his pity in the pool, the loneliness in the pool of blood now admires himself. It looks even more weird and terrifying. The slender fingers slowly slid across the cheeks. Those small and soft features and the skin that can be broken by blows are all intoxicating. From the plump muscles and fresh skin, I feel the long absence. Young, that's what I've been dreaming of for years.

It's just that this kind of beauty will still be defeated by time and death. In order to maintain it, you can do anything.

"Pitia, did you really foresee my failure?"

The person who was stroking his cheek made a sound for the first time. The attack of the assassin just now did not make him shake his duty, but the "hostess" in the man's mouth aroused his memories.

"You shouldn't have forgotten, right? In two thousand years, my power will wake up again from the land you decided on, and that brutal slaughter will be a gorgeous declaration of my re-emergence, even if it is really like you now What's the point of failing like that? My opponent has never been a fool in this land." He stretched out his wand and pointed at the village that was finally lit up, "you should regret making that prophecy when we were all young. Right? Just as I regret it so much, from the beginning to the end, you should never take what you said as a rule, now we are all trapped in fate, you say yes, mine... No matter when, as long as The wizard still has ambition and longing for power, and I am still alive, but you can only live in the distorted time of those hallucinatory smoke."

The wind stirred up ripples, the faces in the water dissipated, and only those emerald green pupils were still reflected in the water, as if they were still watching after thousands of years,

…

"Hi, brother, are you alright?"

The piercing pain of being bitten by termites came from Nelson's little finger. He suddenly widened his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and when he opened his eyes, he was a bright silver-white breastplate, blond hair, blue face... himself His face reflected from the mirror surface of the breastplate, which was not even, and he raised his hand and stroked his cheek, as usual.

But the pain from the little finger did not seem to be fake. He raised his hand, and the trace of the Ouroboros that had been hidden in the tail finger actually appeared in this ordinary night. The dead man - despicable Haierbo - his sleeping magic was awakened again, Nelson took out a ring with a similar shape and traces from his pocket, and he didn't need to wear it, it was consciously put on his little finger.

"This is..." Nelson raised his head, the armor in front of him was questioning from his chest, "Is it the ring you wore when you called me in Europe?"

Only then did Nelson notice the armor that woke him up. He unknowingly walked to the door of Dumbledore's office. The armor that had fought alongside him was still diligently watching over Hogwarts at night. I don't know where the arm armor and gauntlet have gone, and now he is twisting his body to say hello to himself.

His eyes swept over the details of the armor that he had never paid attention to. The more he observed, the more he felt a strange familiarity. Although this armor was extremely bright and there was no trace of battle on his body, but in that era The unique system and the lingering smell of gunpowder smoke made Nelson instantly associate his "good brother" with the pair of armor he just saw.

"Have you...really fought alongside Merlin?" Nelson asked softly.

"Yeah, you don't believe it yet, do you?" The visor opened and closed, as if to express its determination, "I didn't tell you, it's even earlier! When I was in power, Merlin isn't even born yet!"

"Yes?"

Nelson nodded, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, Haierbo's broken soul had already been kicked into the "door" of the blurred illusion, and this "Mr. Go, the powerful magic power left in the destroyed Horcruxes was most of the dissipated, and the rest was stored by him with a principle similar to Peeves. Formed with black magic, there is really no way to use it. It can only be used as a last resort to die with some powerful wizards, but at this moment, these magic powers that will never be used suddenly riot.

Nelson sighed and knew it in his heart. Sure enough, the Horcrux located in the blurred illusion of Numengard fell into the hands of Grindelwald, and the dark wizard who was no less talented than Haierbo finally mastered it. This magic power tries to awaken these powerful black magic that has been hidden for more than 2,000 years.

What I saw was the ancient memory brought out by magic.

"Hailbo... You are all wrong, you will not wake up again, your grand massacre has already been refunded by me, haha," Nelson clenched the little finger of his left hand with his right hand, in the silver-white light, The falcon sounded, and the restless magic seemed to be closed, and he had to be quiet. He chuckled and muttered, "If you go to study Haierbo's magic and become the next Haierbo, that's really true. It could not be better."

"What's the next Haierbo? What are you talking about?" If the armor has facial features, it must be a stunned expression at the moment, "Do you want to be the next Haierbo?"

"How could it be, good brother," Nelson said, patting his shoulder armor, "I mean, if there is another Haierbo, it will be a good solution, you know, I may not be able to beat the world. Anyone, but I can hang him up and beat him no matter what."

"Hurry up and stop your terrifying fantasies, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Armor said with lingering fears, "Otherwise I will ask Albus to lock you up in Azkaban right away... Speaking of which, you are in the middle of the night. If you are running outside, you should go to the gate and confinement first, you bad boy."

"Then you've been miscalculated," Nelson said, shrugging. "I just came out of the confinement classroom, and Professor Rahman is so good at chatting, oh, by the way, where is your arm? It was given to me by some disobedient freshman. Has it been dismantled? Do you need me to help you find it back?"

"My arm? No," the head of the armor turned to Nelson's back, Nelson followed its gaze, and saw a pair of armors floating in the air, hugging Alphard, who was sleeping soundly, "When you just passed by here I almost fell asleep while walking, and your little friend was almost thrown to the ground by you, tsk tsk, in the middle of the night, with an unconscious—"

"Stop, stop, it's a little disgusting to go on."

Nelson still pressed his little finger with his hand, made a resting gesture awkwardly, took over Alphard, who had been in trouble tonight with his wand, and flew back with the empty hand armor, pressing it on the shoulder of the armor.

"The three of us were held by Professor Rahman for a long chat. It was so sleepy, and Tom... eh? Where's Tom?"