My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Ludwig... I miss you so much."

Nina's call consumed what little soul she had left, and the thin white mist spewed out from the empty eye sockets, turning into a mournful phantom, meeting with the lost mist escaping from the ring, bringing with it. With blood, tears and thoughts, he squeezed into the tiny and imperceptible cracks in the air, and fell straight toward the abyss that the living could not approach.

Moody, who witnessed all this, had a splitting headache. The images of fantasy and reality flickered back and forth between his one eye and the magic eye respectively, washing his already weak soul and spirit, but Nelson left him after installing the magic eye. 's whispers sounded in my ears again:

"Alastor, these eyes are from Borgin Burke, who used the Imperius to control your parents ten years ago, and they were tracking down a murder that went down the alley, and it's been going on. For nearly a hundred years," he said lightly the truth that had kept those in the know for so many years. Moody's pressed for details, but Nelson just pointed to the sky and continued, "Under the sun, there is nothing that can be hidden. Ghost, your parents lost their ego under a despicable sneak attack, and they killed each other under your own eyes. Even after they died, Wizengamot only detained them as a traitor and divided the spoils evenly. Even the last trace of innocence has to be taken away.”

The magic eye, which had not yet been adapted by Moody, was turning frantically in its eye sockets, almost breaking free and jumping out.

"Alastor, Borgin Bork is good at Imperius and Inferi magic, his magic eye is his most proud Horcrux, his soul, his memory, his magic, his power all Relying on it, even if Tom has killed him, he may also rely on this eye to occupy your identity and resurrect," Nelson said solemnly, "He has destroyed your family, and you must take everything back from his hands. !"

Thinking of this, Moody felt his head hurt even more, as if a restless snake was running wildly in his brain. The pain that penetrated his bones made his eyes dark. Di Ban knelt on the ground of nothingness, picked up the blue eyeball that was pierced by the wand, and shoved it into his eye socket with a cruel heart.

The broken magic eye let out a dying cry, and the sound hung on the tail of the resurrection stone mist, smuggling to the direction of death.

"Pitia, now it's my turn to humiliate you in vain. The times have changed, and who will remember your achievements and sacrifices? Maybe people in the world have forgotten your name, maybe they are qualified to guard your tomb for you. I am the only one left, the premise is... there is still an inscription in memory of you in this world."

The shriveled, bare foot that seemed to hang from skeleton with only a layer of rotting skin protruded from under the drapery, stomping **** the ground of compacted fog of loss, each step leaving a deep footprint, each footprint Zhongdu is full of a strong sense of liberation, and each of its toes is firmly buckled into the ground, ploughing out ferocious ravines on the ground.

The remnant soul of the mayfly rushed into the curtain from the top of his head, and at the same time as the strong wind raised, it also lifted a corner of the curtain, and these deadly feet were also squeezed out by the passages opened by their huge number!

The strong suction came from the door, and the ghosts gathered in front of the door were rolled up and swallowed into the belly. There was some anger in the wind, but this dull black stone door was silent as always, it instinctively. To catch the villains who broke the rules, but had to devote more effort to extradite this huge group of dead souls.

In this vicious wind sweeping through the blurry fantasy world, there are only two lonely figures who are struggling to resist - the person who came out of the door, and Ludwig, who was pulled by the power of the resurrection stone and interrupted the journey of death. · Kant.

Ludwig only felt as if his soul had been pulled into a slender noodle. One side was the door halfway through, and the other side was the hands that grabbed him at some point. He turned his head and looked back. , there is nothing behind him, and those who choose to continue to die have no right to look back. Like most wandering souls who repent, he cannot see anything behind him.

When he closed his eyes, Nina's bright smiling face came to mind. She was wearing a fancy dress, which was what he had promised her after he invited Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts to deal with the Prussian dark wizard. The luxurious wedding dress at the wedding, he made such a wedding dress without the knowledge of Nina in a small tailor shop in a ready-to-wear shop in Berlin - he could not help but close his eyes tightly, wanting to see the stars in the moon after Nina put on the wedding dress. The appearance of Xinghan seems to be draped on her veil, the clear blue waves of the Rhine River are the lace on her gauze skirt, those free fish turned into lovely beads, running on the skirt of Jidi Glittering down, revealing a pair of gleaming, star-like crystal shoes, a pair of beautiful flowers, his favorite eyes reflected his happy face, two hands that love each other just clasped together, engraved with the oath-keeping motto. The matchmaking agency swayed under the staggered gazes of the two.

The sudden happiness almost stunned him, he remembered the long journey in this land of death, remembered what he had witnessed sitting on the "Hogwarts Express", he remembered his generous determination to die, But this determination disappeared after seeing Nina's smiling face. He missed the eyes that took all his love from him more than ever. Holding Nina's hand firmly, he walked firmly in the direction he came from.

Although the memory has become blurred with the fading of the soul, he can still think of the love of his life. The man's footsteps are weak but firm. In the center of the milky white outline, a thumping bright red re-lights on the chest.

"I'm going back... Nina," Ludwig's memory of the language was shattered. He thought that the complete love story was just a meaningless babble when others heard him, "I really want to take another look, you s eyes."

"Snapped!"

Ludwig didn't have the strength to look back, but he could feel someone pushing him from behind, and he felt extremely happy. Could it be that his true feelings for Nina moved heaven? The heart in his chest was beating more and more powerfully, and the magic power from nowhere was flowing through the arteries to the whole body. He felt that his whole body was full of power. The resurrection stone was indeed the most mysterious Deathly Hallows. The magic power of the soul dragged into reality, with the help of various forces, Ludwig broke free from the veil step by step.

He didn't notice that the pair of pushing hands clinging to his back, hiding in his shadow, slipped out.

When Ludwig heard the footsteps behind him, he turned his head sharply, but he was greeted by a pair of eyes that were obsessed with people. His eyes were dark, and his excited soul finally felt the exhaustion of breaking free from death. , fell softly to the ground.

A thin, mummified monster appeared behind him. It was naked, its wrinkled skin was as dry and senile as tree bark, and there was no hair on its body.

It felt that the black magic, which was more intensive and frequent than at any time in history, was brewing in another world separated by yin and yang, and it opened its arms that were a little disproportionately long to meet the whistling wind in the blurred illusion.

The storm will lift up the mountains and fields that have been shaped for thousands of years, making the whole world seem to be immersed in a blizzard. When the white earth underfoot is peeled off bit by bit, layer by layer, it is buried in the ground, even after thousands of years. The melting evil magic power revealed its true body, and every land or mountain that was lifted was brewed with rich black, as if the pure white Lost Fog was just a disguise for the cruel truth of this world.

"It's so beautiful...it's so beautiful!"

He raised his head and squinted at the mayflies that were still pouring in behind the door, his shriveled pupils couldn't hide his surprise, "How many people were killed? Is this killing the whole world? Why is the human soul now so so weak?"

He didn't delve into it, but opened his arms more forcefully, embracing the blackness that saw the sky, and now he has more important things to do.

"Evil is a truth that cannot be dissolved by time. When the human heart was born, when good and evil were not yet clear, evil was born first." The ancient Greek that had not been used for a long time was spit out from his mouth, repeating the number Thousands of years ago, the last sentence he said in his last conversation with the person he longed for, "I discovered the evil in this world and shared its unparalleled magic with those who yearn for power, who borrowed my power, It will also become the nourishment that nourishes me, this is a gift and a curse, everything has a price, doesn't it?"

On the field around Shimen, the white color has been completely swept up by the strong wind, leaving only the blackness buried deep in the ground, as solid as a rock. The pitch-black Shimen stands in the middle of the black earth, almost blending with them.

Under his embrace, these servants who originally belonged to him got up excitedly, were swept into the gust of wind, and gathered at one point, rushing towards his dry eyes.

The old and dull body became fuller little by little, but the massive magic power could only make him a little stronger. He kept muttering, "Not enough, not enough!", while constantly calling for his lost strength to subsidize the skin of his ribs Becoming smooth and bright, full of muscles like ancient Greek sculptures, his naked body is like the most tempting poison in the world, and every angle shows the most deadly perfection.

The long black hair grows from the scalp, and when it grows to the vest, it will no longer be extended, and the tips are dark green like poison. A pair of eyes like black holes are watching everything in the blurred fantasy, exuding a captivating attraction.

In just an instant, the white in the illusion became the main color again, the black disappeared little by little, and even the shadows on the edges and corners were not spared. His momentum also changed from strong to restrained. Looking around, white. As if it had experienced a tragic earthquake, the wilderness was rolled over every inch, and the disaster scene spread to all corners of the world. Except for the railway tracks that were repaired by themselves in the ruins, only a distant city lined with skyscrapers was still standing strong. He looked at the city, his expression changed for the first time.

"In a small town called Auschwitz, an unprecedented death is brewing in time."

The last strand of black galloped from a distance, wrapped around him, and turned into a simple green robe. He stroked the fabric of the robe and softly recited the last prophecy left by Pitia.

In the present world that overlapped his position, Grindelwald was standing in front of Dumbledore, staring at the yellowed parchment in his hand, and read out the second half of the prophecy in Nelson's drawer, which he had seen in Auschwitz After Haierbo, Nelson carefully hid this ancient prophecy in a drawer.

"The number of visitors to death has never been greater, the door of death has never been opened before, and an unprecedented terrifying evil spirit will take this opportunity to return from death."

The man in front of the black door took a step forward, but found that his wrist was restrained. He turned around and found that a string of silver metal creations were like handcuffs, locking him to the black door. He gently pulled Pulling his arm, he asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"But it doesn't matter," when he realized that the endless chain wouldn't affect his actions, he lowered its priority a little, laughed wildly and danced, "that savage, brutal, The horrific, wonderful massacre still happened, hahaha!"

The distorted scream resounded through the blurred illusion. The handsome and crazy man just took a step forward and appeared in front of Nelson's city. His laughter caused waves, and the howling wind swept away. on the street.

His fingertips slid across his chest. Without changing his expression, he inserted **** into his chest cavity, twisted gently, and pulled out a **** rib.

"This is my wand, named: Arvada."

The young man raised his wand in front of him and stared at the short stick made of white bone with fascinated eyes. , but he didn't care about the pain, instead he greedily sucked the rust smell from the tip of his tongue.

"You lost, Nelson Wilttening Williams... You failed to prevent that disaster from happening. It and my return were already inevitable."

Greedy eyes swept across every corner of the city, he longed for the unique power of the young man who drove him to death and mastered the fog of death, but the fear and vigilance of many years ago had long since disappeared in his heart. The creature who returned from the other side of the door, he is no longer a humble wandering soul without substance and magic power, the magic power stronger than before his death is enough to destroy all the rebels standing in his way of ambition, he is not returning from the dead, It's the return of the king!

"Pitia, do you think time will kill my fighting spirit? For the eternal me, a thousand years is just a snap of my fingers."

He raised the wand supported by the bones, pointed at the unsightly city in front of him, and said softly, "Remember the name you are about to look up to, I am... despicable Haierbo!"

He roared loudly, and the tip of the staff burst out with a black beam that destroyed everything, cutting in from the lower left corner of the city, and slashing diagonally upwards.

"Destruction!"

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