My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Ah...this..."

For the first time, Haierbo's face showed a new expression other than arrogance and despicableness. Embarrassed, he looked awkwardly at the open space between himself and Dumbledore. It disappeared there, and for a moment in a trance, he seemed to see an abstract manor, but at the moment it was empty and there was nothing.

But the faces of the two people on the opposite side showed different colors. Dumbledore's eyes showed a look of relief and trust, while the embarrassment on Grindelwald's face was not inferior to that of Haierbo. The air froze into a solid body, and finally, a figure disguised by the Illusory Body Charm finally revealed its clues in the trembling, Haierbo reacted instantly, and waved his wand at the person with only a vague outline.

But the spell disappeared again, and the scene fell into an unbreakable silence. The abstract painting swept past his eyes again, stealing his spell like a rogue, and quickly disappeared.

He was so angry that he stretched out his hand and stretched out the five fingers that had just grown. He wanted to absorb the soul of this little one like the black magic that plundered other people, but the invisible man in front of him was unshakable, making his Grindelwald's intractable magic became a posturing, his eyes widened, the Disillusionment Charm in his eyes was no different from a joke, this kind of magic that can only distort light may seem to most people to be the perfect disguise , but in the eyes of a great wizard who knows the true meaning of the soul, everyone is a bright light bulb, and the color of the soul is there, more than the rhino standing in the center of the field at the Quidditch match. eye-catching.

He had never seen this intruder, this was a new character he had never seen before, but he could clearly smell the hatred, discrimination and other bad qualities emanating from him from a distance of tens of meters The smell of black magic, but such a wizard, why is the only trace of black magic missing on his body, why can't such a person use black magic? He was incomprehensible.

But Dumbledore seemed to be very familiar with that person. He looked at the back in the field, smiled, and said, "You're here."

The blurry shadow finally had a new movement, and the Illusory Body Charm peeled off from the body like a cicada shedding half, revealing the same hair and beard as Dumbledore's, a rebellious, colorful face with a mouth still in its mouth. A shoddy cigarette, and he held up a heavy "tower shield" like a medieval knight—if you ignore that the shield is actually a picture frame, ignore that he wears an inlay that no serious wizard among the wizards would choose. The dragon leather jacket full of rivets, ignoring the behavior that he was swearing and greeting the family members of the eighteenth generation of the great man with the astonishing vocabulary of Haierbo, he could be regarded as a knight.

"You are begging for death, mortal," Haierbo's eyes jumped. Even a dictator like him who has implemented tyranny for hundreds of years has never been insulted like this, which made him separate from his self-proclaimed god. The distance, because not only could he not treat the insults as nothing, but he could not shut up the man who looked like Dumbledore on the opposite side for a while.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."

Aberforth dismissed him casually, turned his head to look at Dumbledore, spit the cigarette that was burning his beard on the ground, and gave Grindelwald a fierce look, as if saying, "I'll settle the account with you later." , his heart was beating wildly, and the rogue on his face was just hiding his nervousness, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore, and said: "Anna lent me her frame, if yours Inability to make her a homeless child, I will make you homeless too."

Dumbledore's pupils were locked, and he finally noticed the picture frame that Aberforth was holding in his hand. He nailed two sturdy leather straps to the back of the picture frame and put his arms inside, and the style of the frame was similar to that of the picture frame. The picture frame that was hung by Dumbledore himself at the end of the corridor at the entrance of the Slytherin lounge was exactly the same. The oil painting appeared in front of Dumbledore as Aberforth turned around. He was afraid that Aberforth would bring Arianna with him. On the battlefield, breathing was half a beat.

Fortunately, the scenery in the frame was completely different from what Dumbledore imagined. It was a painting with a distinct modernist style. Inside was a deconstructed ranch manor. Dumbledore frowned slightly. I remembered where I had seen similar buildings.

"This is-"

"Where's Nelson?" Aberforth's eyes turned around, and Dumbledore realized that he was carrying a tattered old boot, which seemed to be a door key, Aberforth. Si searched for Nelson's figure, muttering, "Did he run away?"

"Did he find you?"

Dumbledore caught the key message from his words, so he met Nelson at least a fairly short time ago? He turned his head and looked behind him. In the city of Berlin, Nelson was standing in front of the Muggle team, condensed their spells into a cluster, and shot at Haierbo again.

"Yeah, he found me fifteen minutes ago," Aberforth threw the old boots in his hands to the ground, raised the picture frame with his backhand, and used the unreasonable method just now to block Haierbo's constant attacks. Spell, trotting up to Dumbledore with his "shield" in hand, and whispering, "I was in Boston blocking those dementors that popped up out of nowhere, you know, I've been squatting at your request since two months ago. There, he suddenly appeared and took me to Ilvermorny."

"Ilvermorny?"

"Yes," Aberforth nodded, "he was looking for a painting that could be used as a passage. During this time, I was worried that there would be no one at home, so I took Anna with me. After hearing his words, Anna said that she could ."

"Did Anna ask for it herself?" Dumbledore shook his head and sighed.

"Yeah, damn, I shouldn't have let her out," Aberforth said cursingly, clenching his fists hard, "he chatted with Anna for a while, then kicked down a concrete block in the garden, Damn, that's actually a house. I don't know what kind of hatred he has with the owner of that house. He actually filled their house with cement. Soon he came out with this new painting and handed me a pair of boots. , Left foot to the Ministry of Magic... Damn, there's already a mess of porridge there, and that Ricky is a bit of a skill, anyway, I went there and found his office to reinforce the painting, he seems to have made a general The idea of ​​the portal to that room, and I don't know what's inside, as for the right foot, it's here."

Dumbledore looked at the boot that Aberforth had thrown to the ground. It was his right foot.

"He also told me to recall all the words I could scold as soon as possible, and organize the language to scold the person who should be the most scold in the place. He said that person's mental ability is very poor. Now that I think about it, I don't think this is referring to Sang and scolding Huai. Are you saying I'm unqualified?" Aberforth became even more indignant, "Damn, if I can survive, I must let him know what it means to be truly unqualified... He then went to the garden to find someone and let him know. I'll come here and follow your command, I saw this despicable Haierbo on the water curtain in Boston, I used to think he was a mythical figure, I don't have any idea now, what do you do?"

"Cough." Grindelwald coughed while clutching his chest.

"Don't think about commanding me, Grindelwald," Aberforth glared at Grindelwald. "If Haierbo destroys the world and can take you to death, I don't think it's bad, what do you think?"

Grindelwald didn't speak, just spread his hands helplessly, and threw a pink hair ball to Aberforth, Aberforth caught it subconsciously, and after seeing that it was actually Nirvana's Fox, he hurried Putting it in his pocket, he glared at Grindelwald again.

"Did Nelson say what the painting was?"

"He couldn't say it was a last resort, don't put Haierbo in it, that's the worst way."

"Really?" Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "So, this is a means of restraining Haierbo when it is a last resort."

"Isn't it too offensive for you to whisper like this?" Haierbo's voice sounded faintly behind Aberforth, bringing a series of metal collisions. Dumbledore saw Haierbo's distorted shape on the edge of the frame. Even though the chains leading to nothingness are still wrapped around his wrists, he can move freely out of the narrow battle circle just now. He looked at the top of Aberforth's head while clinging to the edge of the picture frame, and asked softly, "I I'm curious, how stupid do you have to be to not even be able to learn powerful black magic?"

"I*!"

Aberforth's intrusion added a number of unexpected qualities to the fight, but his recklessness did not conflict with his being a powerful wizard who could briefly rival Grindelwald. He turned his head sharply, arms He raised it subconsciously, and the picture frame slammed into Haierbo's chin. Haierbo was stunned. He never thought that someone would attack him in this way, and he never thought that such an attack could hurt him. , but he now understands that although such an "upcut" is harmless, it is extremely insulting.

At the moment when he was stunned, the three gathered together suddenly disappeared, Aberforth appeared in the distance behind him, and Grindelwald helped Dumbledore to distance himself from the front.

"You seem to have misunderstood, despicable Haierbo, black magic is so simple, it is obviously prepared for dark wizards who are not good at brains," Aberforth kept Nelson's words in mind, and continued to output words to Haierbo's back. , Dumbledore looked worriedly at Haierbo, whose face was getting more and more stinky, and heard a distant provocation from Aberforth, "It is precisely because I don't want to make myself incontinent in my later years that I don't learn any black magic. , you can't hold back now, it's okay, I won't discriminate against you!"

How has "God" ever been insulted like this? This is different from the struggle of power and the confrontation of power. It is completely a rogue's scolding. Haierbo doesn't know how to fight back. He just wants to keep this annoying fly shut up, but the curse he keeps shooting is caught in the abyss of oil painting. The giant mouth devoured it without falling to the ground. In anger, he dodged in front of Aberforth, stretched out his wand and pointed at the building in the oil painting. In the painting, he saw a woman with disheveled hair like a madman crawling from a distance. rushing in, so he aimed at her, chanting the spell silently.

The sturdy dark green light beam frantically vented from the bone wand, and Aberforth only had time to lift the frame up. The picture devours it all, wreaking havoc in the fragmented pasture, dissolving the animals assembled in the painting, but it does not penetrate the canvas and hit Aberforth.

Haierbo suddenly realized that the canvas seemed to lead to a space he did not understand, and was about to go around behind Aberforth, but the raised frame had already touched his wand, and it slammed into it. the back of his hand.

His eyes widened, and for the first time a look of horror appeared on his face. What kind of magic is this? He felt a pure but frantic greed from the painting, a power comparable to the magic essence he discovered when he created black magic with "maliciousness". He didn't know that this was a witch who had been tortured to madness by the past. At the end of the road, he used the magic power of his soul to escape, but the desire from the picture frame firmly sucked his skin. Haierbo issued a national curse in ancient Greek. The scenes in the paintings are generally deconstructed and distorted. Although the magic is far less than his, it has approached the ancestor of the black magic in terms of emotional purity.

The shape was dislocated, the colors were disordered, and the light and shadow were flooding. Haierbo was shrouded in flowing colors. After a ten-second tug of war, he stepped back, stumbled away from the frame where the light was hidden, and the arm holding the wand turned into white bones. The bone wand was almost joined together, and the scene in the painting was filled with a woman lying on the other side laughing wildly. Dumbledore saw the woman's face and his eyebrows jumped.

"Melissa..."

"Tsk," Grindelwald tutted lightly, with a very complicated expression on his face. He was also shocked by the magic of the painting, "Professor Sykes? This is really... breathtaking."

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"I need time."

Sweat dripped from Nelson's forehead, and the edge of his body showed a strange flickering blurred gesture, as if every minute of time could be divided into the smallest unit, he was in a completely different state from the previous second.

A phantom of white fog appeared around him. With him as the center, neat rows of bookshelves extended to the soles of Alexander's feet. Each bookshelf was marked with the year. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was the closest to him. His bookshelves were filled with books condensed into white mist, marked with four numbers - 1945.

Followed by the same solid 1944, 1943, 1942... Thousands of bookshelves spread out like dominoes. In the future, let alone a book, it is difficult to distinguish the shape of the bookshelf itself.

The chaotic outline suddenly solidified, he opened his eyes, and the steel giant behind him opened the exhaust holes in his body, bursting out hot steam, emitting the heat accumulated in the overloaded core.

Nelson narrowed his eyes. He knew better than anyone that Haierbo, who stood above black magic, had a steady stream of power. He had to find a way to break through the ignorant age that was rarely recorded in writing, find the truth about the ancestor of the dark wizard, find the way against him.

"It's not enough...not enough, me."

The saints guarding around knelt on the ground half-kneeling with their right hands on their chests, bowed their heads and said, "We will trade our lives for time, and make a name for you that will go down in history."

"I don't want your lives," Nelson shook his head. The surrounding bookshelves slowly dissipated. He raised his head and looked through the dazzling steel stars to the stars in the deep sky that were obscured by the day. At the call of fate, I heard my own call, "I do this for your life, we have plenty of time, but I want to explore the light that is so far away that it has solidified, and I want to pry them open to spy on the truth of the past. More magic is needed."

He stretched out his hand, and a black box that was firmly locked appeared in his hand, looking in Tom's direction.

"I need your help."