My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson looked at the eavesdropper running away from the roof with a smile, and he could vaguely see a long hair raised.

Maybe a witch from some wizarding gang? He didn't think much, turned his head to look at Borgin Bock, who was shivering at him. The magic eye had already lost control due to violent emotional fluctuations. The speed of the reaction looked in all directions, only avoiding Nelson and Moody who was behind him.

The overwhelming amount of information poured into Borgin Burke's mind almost simultaneously, overwhelmed his already old and decaying soul, and despite the splitting headache, he couldn't even raise his hand to cover his temple, and With his wand taken away by Moody, he couldn't even perform the simplest pain relief magic. Borgin Bork, who had lived for hundreds of years, felt the pain of dying at this moment.

It was a pitch-black nothingness that could not be seen, as if a struggling person was being pushed into the water by brute force, swaying repeatedly in the sting of choking water and breathing, the information of the whole city was swept away by the ancient and powerful magic eye. Recorded in detail, poured into his memory without screening, and the past that once belonged to him was about to be overwritten and erased by this horrible memory, and he was about to lose himself in this passive "observation" of Berlin. .

The picture in front of him gradually became distorted and blurred, like pouring hot water on a newly completed painting, with blurred colors and blurred boundaries. This is the brain's self-protection mechanism. In a trance, Borgin Bock seemed to hear his ancestors. He even had an illusion he had never seen before - a brightly colored train galloped across the endless white field, the end of the track was a black stone gate that could not see the whole picture, like a misty gauze curtain on the door beam. Floating up, sound, light, and even everything that entered the door were mercilessly swallowed up, and no trace of information could break free from it and escape from the unknown behind the veil.

He heard the ancient, snake-like roaring whisper, struggling to climb out from the missing corner of the veil, but the unknown gravity from behind the door was too great, the whisper was intermittent, and the last bit of timbre was also It was crushed to pieces, and the black door, like a huge mouth of the abyss, rushed towards him in the breath of the wind!

"Hey," Borgin Bock only felt his collar was being grabbed by something, and he yanked it sharply. Like someone who was rescued from drowning, he clutched his violently heaving chest and sucked the air greedily. , the shriveled lungs were filled with vitality again in the severe pain, and Borgin Bock couldn't take care of the pain. His stooped body became thinner, and the luxurious robe on his body became as if he had just been fished out of the water. Drenched and heavy, from the sight of that perfect eye, he saw the vague figure of Igor Karkaroff, who was pulling his collar and raised his hand high, "Are you all right?"

The fear in Borgin Bork's heart was replaced by ecstasy. He was certain that the power that brought him back from death to reality came from the resurrection stone! The previous suspicions disappeared, only the Resurrection Stone had this kind of power. After thinking that he had seen the fear and grandeur of death, Borgin Bock's desire for the Resurrection Stone almost replaced the massive information ingested by the magic eye, filling his mind. , keeping all other thoughts firmly at the bottom.

Seeing that the slap was about to fall, Borgin Bock waved his hands again and again: "Mr. Karkaroff...cough, cough! I...cough...I'm fine."

"Give the wand back to Mr. Burke, don't be so rude," Nelson put down his hands in disappointment, but patted his old face and said suspiciously, "Don't think I don't know, your stomach is bad."

"How dare I?" Borgin Bork dui smiled and caught the wand that Moody threw, his eyes avoiding Karkaroff's face in fear, the magic eye could not even see anything, he was afraid He reached out his hand and touched the eye socket, but the scary thing was that not only could he not touch the magic eye, but he couldn't even touch the slit in the skin for the eyeball, "I...my..."

"Your eyes seem crazy, Mr. Burke," Nelson, seeing that he could still speak normally, let go of the hand that was ripping at his collar, allowing Borgin Burke to stumble back, leaning against the wall of the alley, using two Hands that couldn't hold the fabric stably groped for the eyelids, even digging with fingernails, trying to rip it open, Nelson shrugged and said, "To tell you the truth, before I became an antiques dealer, I worked as a Demus. Tron's school doctor, if you insist on ripping it open, you're going to die."

Even if he didn't want to believe Nelson's words, Borgin Bock stopped and looked over nervously.

"It shouldn't be your eyes, we can't control ourselves not to see things we shouldn't see, let alone have a sharp and sensitive eye that doesn't belong to us," Nelson shrugged, "I only Can you say that you are a talent, Mr. Bock, even someone like me who loves antiques would not dare to put this ancient organ on himself. Do you think this is a shortcut for you to gain power? Terrible parasite, until your emotions and magic are calmed down, I suggest you don't use a knife or something to pull your eyelids open, otherwise, tsk tsk."

Borgin Burke pressed the eye socket with the magic eye firmly, the eye was still inside, his heart fell back to his stomach, he glanced at Nelson gratefully, and called out "Mr. Karkaroff" provocatively. , then slipped and swooped towards Nelson.

"You don't get me wrong," Nelson took a step back. "I don't take your shit."

"Of course I... Of course not," Borgin Burke almost fell to the ground, panting against the wall, standing up, sweat dripping from his forehead, hitting the dry ground, "I am here. It's an old problem, Mr. Karkaroff, it's nothing to do with you, but thank you very much for saving me, as I'm old, this thing is a little out of control."

"What about your own eyes?" Nelson asked. "You might need them more."

"That kind of useless thing was thrown by me as early as I don't know how many years ago," Borgin Bock smiled weakly, "Maybe it was fed to the dog, who knows."

"That's a pity," Nelson made a helpless expression, and he raised his hand to show the Gaunt family's ring, "Why didn't you throw your **** away? Even a treasure like the resurrection stone can't be helped. There is no way to specify resurrection of the eyes you discarded."

"Resurrection Stone..." Borgin Bock completely forgot that he had just walked on the edge of life and death, and his eyes were immediately fixed on Nelson's fingers. He tried his best to hide his greed, but the look of swallowing his saliva was so easy to understand - I can't blame him, no matter how good an actor is, it is difficult to restrain himself when his true feelings are revealed, but fortunately, this plot has a patience Excellent director, Nelson listened patiently to him and asked, "Is it really possible to resurrect the dead?"

"At least it's much better than the walking dead you played with," Nelson curled his lips, "By the way, are you still working on the Inferi Army these few years?"

"How can I...?" Borgin Bock wiped the sweat from his forehead and denied it, "After seeing your strength last time, I realized that this inferior and evil spell is not only unable to fight against powerful enemies , but not so...moral."

"Tsk," Nelson shook his head, "I can hear this word here in my lifetime. I'm afraid you will fail because you think your legion is not large enough, but it will make it worse?"

"Hehe, how could it be?" Borgin Bock denied one after another, "I take the liberty to ask, Mr. Karkaroff, the resurrection stone... Is it really the same as what is said in "The Story of the Poet's Bidou"?"

"I'll tell you a secret, Borgin Burke," Nelson said proudly in an undisguised tone, "Grindelwald is invincible because of the Elder Wand, and the Resurrection Stone alongside it, is a rare stone in history. A treasure at first sight."

Bo Jin Boke fell into the dream of using the corpse to create an invincible army of the dead after obtaining the resurrection stone. They are no longer walking dead, but full of wisdom because of the gift of death. They can use the magic of life, the magic in their eyes. The eyes are connected to him, the emperor of the dead. They are like beasts who are not afraid of pain and death. They are an invincible army that conquers the world!

This is a treasure made for him! To this end, he is willing to give everything and make every attempt. Even if he knows that Igor Karkarov and the two are not good people, he is willing to step into the trap himself. He believes that this bet is for his own life and even his life In the big gamble of the resurrection stone, the self who has been in Berlin for a long time will become the final winner.

"I don't sell it." Nelson reminded him in a low voice, pulling him back to reality, "Your expression is so disgusting."

"Hey..." Borgin Bock rubbed his hands together, showing the sly smile of a businessman, "It's just that the price is not enough."

"I'm afraid you've got a huge price tag."

"My treasure house, you are satisfied..."

The three people who experienced the accident hit the road again, and the wizard who had been hiding under the carriage downstairs in the banquet hall at first was still hanging alone on the wall.

"It's so brave."

Before turning away from the alley, Nelson stopped and turned to look at the roof that had collapsed not long ago. An eye hidden behind the broken bricks shrank like a frightened rabbit after staring at him for a second. Going back, he shook his head, raised his arm, and pointed it there with his wand. After noticing his movements, the woman who had fled before suddenly stood up from the ruins, turned her head, and fled as if flying.

Not only is this woman not as loathsome as a witch who is accustomed to black magic, but she is pretty and even a little beautiful. The dust and blood on her face can't hide her youthful appearance. She was ready to Apparate, but her face didn't show much horror of being discovered, instead there was a trace of unexplained expectation and joy.

"The stone that resurrects the dead..."

During the escape, the woman who was talking to herself seemed to hear Nelson's voice, she turned her head in horror, fortunately Nelson was not following, but she did not notice that a silver dragonfly had quietly landed on her On the hairpin, it turned into a carved flower that was exactly the same as the other decorations on the hairpin, and just after she ran to the roof of another building to Apparate and escape, Nelson's spell also fell on where she was standing.

"boom!"

"What's wrong?!" Borgin Bock turned his head warily and bewilderedly, looking at Nelson who put away his wand and the collapsed house behind him, wondering what he was smoking, "Did someone attack you?"

"What do you think?" Nelson shrugged. "This place is so hospitable."

"To tell you the truth," Borgin Burke continued to lead the way, "the Muggles here are even more vicious than outside, and they attacked and killed a few wolf cubs some time ago. God knows what they used to do it? Is it really a novel? Those silver-plated crossbows?"

"You may have messed with vampire novels."

Moody lowered his head and followed behind the two of them. When he learned that he was in Prussia, the legendary magic cave full of dark wizards, he had already formulated no less than twenty combat plans in his heart, including but not limited to When Nelson falls into a trap due to arrogance, the hero appears to save the senior.

But all this seems to be far from what he imagined. Moody stroked his wand. Since arriving in Prussia, he has only used it twice, once for hanging The man who was hiding under the car started up, and the other time was the recent capture of Borgin Bock's wand.

In his impression, Nelson did not have any magical movements other than changing a carriage, shooting two Barrier Charms pointlessly into the sky, and blocking Borgin Bork's eyes with a Transfiguration Charm. The **** battle and the collision of the curse did not appear at all, and he even began to doubt the meaning of his appearance here. After all, only from the goal of breaking into the enemy's interior, Nelson relied on his mouth and the shoddy clothes on his fingers. The ring can already do it.

He seems to be just a prop called "nephew" at all, even if it is a Shiba Inu raised by the Karkaroff family from childhood to adulthood, it makes no difference.

Is this how Aurors really work at the top? Moody scratched his head, beginning to doubt the familiar Auror manual.

"Why are you standing still?" Nelson's call brought him back to reality, Moody raised his head, not far ahead, Nelson was standing at the alley and waving at him, "You are going to let your most beloved uncle go deep alone. A magic cave?"

Moody pouted and chased after him. He didn't doubt that Nelson had the ability to clear the "magic cave" by himself, and even had the opportunity to trick these dark wizards into killing each other, just like... Moody shook his head and put the Good thoughts were expelled from his mind, and he was now slowly firming up a guess that Nelson called him to find a boring toy on a boring trip.

While thinking about how long it would take to infiltrate this secret treasure trove "the Auror way", Moody raised his legs and chased after him.

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