My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Delusional to enjoy the gift but not to serve the gods? Even want to kill the gods?"

Haierbo let out a sinister grin from behind Dumbledore, "How can there be such a good thing in the world? A madman like you, who finally fell in front of me, is very common. No one is special."

Dumbledore's pupils shrank suddenly. He was not good at dealing with this elusive enemy, but fortunately, with Grindelwald's delay, he prepared the most suitable spell for the moment.

An indescribable melodious bird chirping sounded between the two of them. A phoenix bathed in silver light bloomed like a flame. It stretched its wings, and the flames of its soul sprinkled on Haierbo's body, causing him to take two steps back. , the Patronus Charm, which was originally designed to fight Haierbo, which has an almost instinctive repressive force on him, which is why Grindelwald said that Nelson restrained Haierbo - in addition to Transfiguration and alchemy , more than half of his proficiency in magic is related to the Patronus Charm, or in other words, they all belong to the extension of the Patronus Charm.

The flames of the phoenix cannot only act on the soul. With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the lofty and beautiful body of the phoenix was shaped out of thin air with magic power. At the moment Haierbo appeared, the spiritual body and the real body overlapped, and they spread their wings and fluttered towards him. In the past, it was tightly bound to Haierbo's body, and the soft feathers turned into hard steel. Under the leadership of the sharp claws, it pierced deeply into Haierbo's body. The power of the soul collided with the filth of black magic. A thick smoke suddenly rose from Haierbo's body, and he made a "sizzling" sound of half-cooked meat.

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald in the distance from the corner of his eye. His body was entangled by a green fog belt extending from Haierbo's body. Even the fastest Apparition could not escape, because it itself was Green. A part of Devo, as the most dangerous dark wizard in the world, his research on black magic is better than that of most people, and the more he is influenced by Haierbo, the denser the green fog is, and he turns into a black magician that was caught by Greene. DeVore kept Apparating with a running cocoon, causing his movements to gradually slow down.

Haierbo showed a surprised expression. The Patronus' beak cut through his cheek, and the dark red blood flowed down his cheek and slipped into his mouth. There was a faint fishy smell. He was trying to regain his sense of taste. Excited, on the other hand, shocked that Dumbledore in front of him could hurt him.

He and Phoenix looked at each other with firm eyes, and suddenly smiled, because he actually saw an imperceptible, faint blackness in the eyes of this patron saint.

"Haha, it seems that everyone has a sneaky side that no one knows about, don't you think?"

Haierbo's eyes widened, and the obscure magic power shot from the pupils to the patron saint. The next second, the black magic in his eyes churned like boiling water, and the dye became thicker and thicker, making his eyes turbid.

Dumbledore's pupils were instantly covered with black, and Haierbo's magic power was vented to him through the eyes of the Patronus as if he didn't want money. It began to spread rapidly all over the body.

"Oh... I thought you would be as pure and flawless as the pretentious saints in those disgusting legends."

A smile appeared at the corner of Haierbo's mouth, he shook his head, increased the output of magic power, and enjoyed this long-lost and wonderful feeling of turning someone who thought he was firm and unshakable into his puppet, while sighing: "I It should be said that black magic is my creation, and those who are driven by my creation will surely become my slaves. It is wonderful. Albus Dumbledore, who is admired by the world in this era, the defender of justice, Great educator, patron saint of Muggles, the only black magic I've ever used in my life turned out to be my proudest death curse. Five years ago, a lowly Muggle fell under your wand, didn't it? "

Thin white mist squeezed hard from the tip of Dumbledore's wand as the words burst from his mouth, and the unshaven Pole was holding a filthy glass, looking at the The fear of death suddenly dissipated, and it was replaced by a disgust that made Haierbo extremely happy. His mouth was wide open, and he sent out a series of silent abuse, his expression was excited, and he was waving the wine glass and kept hitting Dumbledore on the head, but it was a pity. , Dumbledore, who was struggling, could not hear his voice at all, which made the face of the Pole who died after the death curse filled with resentment, swelled like a balloon, and finally burst in a silent wailing.

The black mist gushed out from his body, and in just an instant, it wrapped Dumbledore in circles. The mark belonging to black magic appeared on the tip of his staff, and he slowly climbed upwards.

"Everyone wants to distance themselves from me, but no one can resist my magic," Haierbo stretched out his hand, not caring that his body had been penetrated by the phoenix's feathers and claws, crushing the Patronus The head, the patron saint connected to the soul was severely injured, Dumbledore's face instantly turned pale, the trembling and trembling disappeared, Dumbledore slowly fell backward like a frozen corpse, Haierbo Zhang He opened his palm and sucked Dumbledore towards himself, the other hand was claw-like, and slid straight into Dumbledore's eyes, "Your relationship with the dark magic is like pregnancy, Albus Dumbledore , you can say that you are not pregnant, you can say that you are pregnant, but you can't say that you are only pregnant, this world is both black and white, you are either white or black, you can't choose."

Haierbo has been locked in the blurred illusion for too long, so long that he can only talk to those wandering souls passing by, but how can those souls who have freed their memories and colors respond to his abundant desire to communicate? The long period of dormancy made him cautious again, until Pythia's prophecy was fulfilled, and he could finally speak aloud, and he became like an old rambler who could not stop talking when caught.

"Will your soul be as soft as theirs? My dear child?"

Dumbledore only felt as if he was sinking into a pair of soft arms, and the warm embrace was a real and reassuring heartbeat. He sniffed the smell on the tip of his nose, where the old house in Godrico Valley was filled for decades. There was no smoky smell, and his vision was wrapped in thick white mist, but through the mist, he saw his father sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, his mother working in the kitchen, his sister building blocks, and holding a letter Shin was handing it to his brother in disgust.

Compared with the appearance that he and Aberforth had repeatedly repaired after many years, Dumbledore's old house was much older, but it was no longer deserted, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

He knew it was fake, but he wished it was real. People always have weaknesses. What he saw was the softest part of his heart that he showed to Haierbo.

…

"Nar," a silver phoenix that had just been reborn from ashes was held by Nelson's ear and made a Dumbledore voice. As early as the moment Grindelwald restrained Haierbo, the patron saint had already Found the awakened Nelson, and the Patronus magic that Dumbledore himself cast was just the soul spell he tried himself while watching Nelson subdue Peeves during the Triwizard Tournament, and in this brief conversation, it has gone far. The conversation between the three people was repeated as it was, and he asked solemnly, "Did you hear it clearly?"

"I see," Nelson nodded vigorously. "Professor, I let him out, and I'll be responsible for locking him up."

"No," the Patronus said sternly, "it's not your responsibility, it's our fault that we have to put this burden on you. I only used black magic once in my life to fall into such a disadvantage. The problem is, that day in Troka's bar, you also used the Cruciatus, I'm a little worried about this, but fortunately he didn't erode me deeply, it's just these people..."

It glanced anxiously at the surrounding Aurors who had been absorbed by Haierbo's magic power. These elite wizards and wizards can only go to the resting place with the help of the colleagues who came to the place. Dumbledore is really unimaginable. How powerful Haierbo, who holds such authority, will become. What he is more worried about is that the ancestor of black magic who can set such a huge trap more than 2,000 years ago must be a thoughtful person, even if his sanity Possibly affected after splitting his soul, but that wouldn't be his exposed weakness.

"Professor," Nelson shook his head, "I won't be affected by him, and neither will you... I researched for several years before I found out that the power of magic does not come from spells, but from the mood when casting a spell. "

"I believe in you, Gnar," Dumbledore gave Nelson a deep look, and then looked at Tom who was fighting with the viper not far away. Two huge slender figures had already hit the corpse, as if In the mythical scene, he retracted his gaze and said, "I believe in you, but Nal, don't put too much pressure on yourself, in the next time, Gellert and I will do everything possible to delay Haierbo, and we will All the information gathered tells you, hopefully you can find... a way to save the world!"

Both of them felt that there seemed to be some kind of horcrux-like relationship between the poisonous snake and Haierbo. They complemented each other and hooked up an imperceptible magical pathway.

Phoenix pecked on Nelson's temple, his eyes quickly dimmed and disappeared into a white light.

Nelson straightened and raised his wand.

At the same time, his voice sounded in the ears of every soldier wearing a missionary present, and their arms were also pulled by the metal wand, and they were raised in the same motion and angle as Nelson, everyone was exactly the same. , the sleeves rubbed against the body, making a deafening "Hu" sound!

When one person raises a wand, people just take one more look, when a group of people raise their wand, people might think they signed up for some training class, but when a city is almost packed with people raising it in exactly the same motion When using a wand, people just feel shocked.

These warriors who were Muggles before dawn turned their bodies, part of them facing the direction of Haierbo, and the other part of them pointed their wands at the huge poisonous snake.

The furnace in Alexander's chest was spinning rapidly, becoming more and more hot. The thick steel plate dripped molten molten iron. Compared with hitting someone with a fist, its true meaning was revealed.

Soon, the path of each spell appeared in Nelson's eyes, where they fell on the viper. His wand was angled like a baton, and the Muggles' movements became chaotic in an instant, but more A strange sense of coordination.

"Become my first servant in this era, you are worthy of this honor."

A sense of tension suddenly surged in Haierbo's heart. He believed in his fate more than anyone else and decided to speed up. His dirty fingernails and fingertips dyed black with magic power were about to poke into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Zheng!"

The sword-like buzzer sounded suddenly, Haierbo's eyes swept away, and Grindelwald in the distance did not know when to break free. With the wave down, Haierbo felt the strong malice in the attacking spell, shook his head nonchalantly, and continued to approach Dumbledore's eyes with his two fingers.

"I said, black magic is just my nourishment. Compared with this Dumbledore, you—"

"Whoosh!"

Ling Lie's wind blade pierced the air and came to Haierbo in an instant. He still had a disdainful smile on his face. Even if his five fingers flew into the sky, he still smiled.

and many more? Haierbo widened his eyes and took a closer look. The five fingers on the hand he stretched out to Dumbledore were all cut off at the same root. He raised his severed palm to his mouth, licked the unstoppable blood, and felt the smell of black magic lingering on the section.

"It turned out to be a brand new black magic, different from the path I created..."

He looked at Grindelwald with a sigh, but was kicked in the face by the claws of the real phoenix who suddenly appeared.

It was Fox, who felt Dumbledore's fear, the flame squeezed out the space, and hit Haierbo angrily.

Haierbo, who had been embarrassed in succession, was worried that he had nowhere to vent. He grinned, spread his fingers on his intact hand, and sucked Fox into his hand. His mission to obstruct Haierbo had been successfully accomplished.

Haierbo's fingers pinched Phoenix's beak, causing its angry cry to be blocked in his mouth. He seemed to touch the fluff on Fox's head with his newborn fingers, and his fingers were burned into pieces. UU However, these scars quickly recovered, but Fox's pupils shrank suddenly, and then, in a scream, it turned into a violent flame, temporarily separating Dumbledore and Dumbledore. Haierbo, the wrinkled fledgling fell from the air, and was grabbed by Grindelwald who appeared out of nowhere, and the other hand wrapped his arms around Dumbledore's shoulders, leading him to retreat quickly.

Just as Haierbo raised his wand and pointed in the direction of the two, a dazzling light of lightning had penetrated the fog and came to him. It was a spear leaping with lightning, from subtle to extreme and fit to the extreme. In the city on the other side of the fog, Muggles put down their wands and looked at each other in surprise.

When the thunder spear appeared in Haierbo's sight, he had already been hit, his shoulders and arms were penetrated by lightning, and he was firmly nailed to the ground in a posture of raising his stick, this time he didn't need to lick , can also feel the source of the magic power that made him tremble in this group of thunder, the hatred in his eyes is undisguised, he stared at the direction where the spear was shot, his expression twisted, the last piece of skin turned from virtual to solid, and the demeanor was elegant. His behavior was thrown to the ground, and replaced by the despicable, despicable Haierbo, who officially debuted in disgrace.

He turned his head sharply, threw his arm vigorously, and let the long hair cut his bones and muscles, and the venomous spell covered Grindelwald and Dumbledore. He had to deal with these two disgusting old men. Guys, go to that nasty Nelson to settle accounts, he has even imagined Nelson's disgusting appearance to him compared to his middle finger.

Embarrassingly, the spell disappeared in mid-air, a frosted mirror stood there, and behind it was an abstract painting, as if his spell had been sucked into the painting.