My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I have a brilliant idea," Nelson clenched his right fist and slammed it into the palm of his left hand, the haze on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by smug excitement, he grabbed Tom and said mysteriously, "You Will be amazed at my genius, Tom, I swear."

"tell me the story?"

Tom could clearly feel that Nelson's mental state was already a little abnormal. He was blushing and approached Tom's ear, and said mysteriously: "The situation is very clear now, we are here early! I can find a place to dig a hole. Freeze us and bury us in it, wait until Haierbo is solved, the mayfly will unfreeze us, and then we will go back to our time with ready-made answers and kill him, what do you think? Don't worry, there is only one It will start to feel a little cold."

"Why don't you get something to eat first, Gnar."

Tom looked at Nelson with pity. Obviously, his good brother had been driven crazy by the burden on his shoulders, especially when he traveled back to Haierbo's era with the last hope, only to find that historical rumors defeated him. The priestess who Hyerpo had rescued the peninsula from the shadow of black magic had given up treatment early in the morning, lying in the temple waiting for the Child of Prophecy to save her, and when the Child of Destiny seemed to point at Nelson himself, his mind was tense. The string finally snapped, and he began to babble deliriously.

Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder and suddenly noticed that several serious audience members were hiding in the crowd with their heads lowered and approaching the two of them. Catching up on Nelson's arm, he Apparates into an alley a few miles from the theater.

"When I flew over from the sky, I saw that there seemed to be a stand selling scones," Tom touched his pocket, looked at Nelson with a gloomy expression, and smiled bitterly, "I think we should buy more food, I always feel like we're probably going to be stuck here for a long time."

"You're right, damn... As far as I know, the Patronus Charm was invented by Pythia, but you look at the way she babbles, this most important spell doesn't look like she could have created it anyway. ."

Nelson's illness was suppressed by reason after only a while. He nodded and took out a handful of Galleons from Tom's pocket. In the sound of the collision of wealth, the emblem of Gringotts slowly dissolved, flowing gold Condensed into a pair of intersecting laurel shapes on the surface of the smooth gold coin, and turned into a smiling sun on the back, which is the current gold coin in the city-state.

There was the shouting of the peddler from the alley. Nelson shouted at the peddler's back. The peddler turned his head and was immediately attracted by the golden light in Nelson's hand. At Nelson's request, he brought his son who was fighting to push the clothes together. The scones cart broke into the alley.

After a while, two young hawkers in long robes were pushing carts full of scones through the city along uneven paths. Although the two hawkers were official citizens of the city-state, their family background was not very good. The robes are also inferior fabrics, but the two people wearing such clothes have significantly fairer skin than the pedestrians on the road, and they look out of place in the robes, which attracts frequent glances from passers-by along the way.

Tom has black hair and black eyes, and seems to be able to blend in with the environment, but Nelson's blond hair is particularly conspicuous. This city-state does not have frequent contact with the outside world like the north, and most people only hear about blond hair living outside the peninsula. The blue-eyed tribe occasionally brings back blond slaves of alien races, but they are more like barbarians who live in the wind and sleep, and do not have sculptural and delicate facial features like Nelson. People can't help but think of the gods they believe in, so There were constant curious glances, and people murmured about whether Nelson was a prince from a far-flung tribe.

"When we were at the Prophet Theater just now, someone noticed us," Tom lowered his head and said, "I have a feeling, those people are wizards, I'm afraid it's just as Pitia said, and they wandered in order not to reveal their existence. Pretending to be a Muggle to hide here."

"She didn't lie to us on this point... Haierbo's power is already too huge to stop."

Nelson raised his head and looked at the sky to the south. The dark clouds had spread to the edge of the city-state, and a huge commotion was coming from there. He frowned and his pupils narrowed. The dark clouds were not natural. It is a phenomenon, but a group of dementors with a shrill roar in the middle. Their screams are hidden in the wind, sweeping this seemingly prosperous but crumbling city-state. Wherever the wind goes, the temperature plummets, and the air even condenses Sharp ice crystals came out and wiped from people's faces, stabbing people's cheeks with pain.

Despair spread in people's hearts, until the threat of Dementors ravaged the entire city-state, and no one made an effective resistance. He was a little lost. It seemed that the Patronus Charm had not yet been born. Blame such a monster that kills souls, people have no means of countermeasures.

The citizens of the city-state stayed in place in a hurry. Unlike the riots that Nelson imagined, they seemed to have long been accustomed to the invasion of dementors. , hiding the fear deeply in their hearts, there are always people with fragile minds who can't bear the fear brought by the dementors, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground with convulsions in their limbs, but witnessing the injuries and even death of their kin, still no Even if one person stands up to resist.

It's not that Nelson didn't see someone who could move freely under the approach of Dementors. Just as the two parked their carts on the side of the road to observe people, a man in a hurry, holding a strange cane, walked from the two of them. Walking by, his whole body exudes a heat that is completely different from the surrounding environment, and he walked into a door facing the street and closed the door tightly. Minions, his choice is to hide himself.

Nelson sighed. He finally saw the sad truth behind the prosperous exterior of this city-state bathed in sunlight. It was just a fig leaf for a group of displaced people to gather together for warmth. Haierbo promised Pitia the right to live in the sun. Maybe out of old love, maybe for some ulterior motive, but there is not even a shred of dignity in this city based on Pythian's face, and the sky above the temple is bright. But in the city-state beneath his feet, people fell to the ground and died all the time. All the reasons were just because Haierbo noticed the existence of other wizards here. This city-state is his bane, his plaything, they may be bathed in the real sun, but it is not the real sun that shines above their heads.

Dementors poured into the city-state like swarms of locusts, greedily looking for delicious food. These despicable monsters swaggered about in the streets, and their scale was much larger than that of Azkaban.

It is hard for Nelson to imagine what the world outside of this city-state is like. Until now, he still doesn't know anything about Haierbo. He can only feel his fierce name indirectly from his servants, and there is no one who describes him. The letters of Pythia, the savior in the unofficial history, can only recall the **** youth that she and Haier experienced together. This is an era full of despair, not to mention looking here to defeat Haier in the future. Bo's method, Nelson can't even think of how to break the game now.

A huge black shadow swept across from above, completely blocking the sun. In just a moment, this city-state bathed in sunlight was plunged into a cold and silent night.

"I heard that someone is hiding here."

A man with a drake voice said in a high-pitched voice in the air, Nelson raised his head, and the shadow that covered the sky was actually a giant dragon, with sharp pale bone spurs on every joint up and down its body, covered by the dark. Wrapped in scales, it slowly descended to the ground.

Every time the gust of wind brought by the flapping of the wings will cause earthquakes and collapse the buildings. Nelson finally understands why this city gang seems to be building all the time, not because it is thriving, but because every once in a while, Such ravages will make it necessary to rebuild.

When the dragon approached, Nelson realized that it was different from the large sheep that had been reduced to domestic livestock and had been reduced to domestic livestock two thousand years later. Unlike any kind of dragon, it is more primitive and more terrifying, the burning breath sprayed in the jagged fangs declares its status as the top predator in this age when magic is not yet mature, and the body that covers the sky is bigger than the largest Ukraine. The iron belly is even bigger, and it looks more intimidating than the Hungarian wasp. Anyone who dares to look up at it will faint from fear just at the moment of eye contact.

But such a top predator is covered with scars, the membrane of the dragon's wings is covered with potholes left by the spell, and the rusty, blood-stained chains penetrate its skin and open its joints. Binding it firmly, there was a man standing on the dragon's back, not Haierbo, but he looked more inflated and conceited than Haierbo himself.

He held a rein made of dragon skin and let the giant dragon under his crotch fall to the ground, landing between the two of them and the Prophet Theater. Under the weight of the dragon, the earth There was a tremor, the house collapsed, and the two had just slipped away from the theater, but now the line of sight was unobstructed again.

The man on the dragon's back was wearing a black robe full of crow feathers. He looked like a moldy feather duster. He jumped down to the northeast with artificial steps. The moment he saw him, Nelson's pupils shrank suddenly. , Tom next to him showed the same expression as him.

The Muggles in the theater had long since fled, and the only ones left were the wizards who had just surrounded them.

"Some people disregard the oracles of the great Lord Haierbo, and some people show off their indiscriminate spells here with great fanfare, oh~ Lord Haierbo is above, there are fireballs falling from the sky, and some people drive clumsy textiles and pretend to be the sun **** Come," he said in a cadenced tone, imitating the mannerisms of the orators, with an obscenity laugh, "what do you think of me? What do you think of Lord Haierbo? Get out your dirty hands and let these mud legs sing you as the protagonist?"

His eyes swept over everyone left in the theater like picking out merchandise. The wizards looked at each other, but no one dared to look at him for a while.

It seemed that he knew the existence of these wizards, but he did not strictly follow Haierbo's orders to destroy them.

He retracted his gaze with satisfaction and touched the dragon's neck. Two ferocious wounds were located on the left and right sides of the neck. The flesh was peeled off, revealing the white bones of Nelson and Tom before they left the temple. the spell.

"What do you want?" One of the wizards stepped forward, "Make an offer."

"What are you doing? Are you blatantly bribing?" The man exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. He rubbed his fingers and said yin and yang, "Do you think you can buy me, who is loyal to Lord Haierbo? You think I am just like you. Are you embarrassing me by blatantly provoking Lord Haierbo like this?"

Every time he said Haierbo's name, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com would intensify his tone, and the name would hit the wizards' hearts again and again like a sledgehammer.

"That-"

"Tell you," he interrupted the wizards, covered his chest, and said in a voice that could be heard by the entire city-state, "that little thief who dares to be unscrupulous because he thinks he has the power of magic, let's capture it without hesitation, you can't escape. Yes, I'll find you when I dig three feet in the ground."

The gloomy air condensed around Nelson and Tom, and a dementor poked its head out from the street behind them. The moment it saw their backs, its appetite began to explode uncontrollably.

The wizards in the theater were obviously panicked, and their eyes were dodging around. Suddenly, an old wizard noticed the striking golden touch in the distance.

The Dementor jumped behind the two, and Nelson raised his wand subconsciously.

"Don't," Tom held Nelson's hand, turned around, and pressed the tip of his wand against the dementor's chest. The magic spell was shot out, and the dementor was knocked into the small building where the wizard hid just now. The loud noise instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the theater, Tom took a step to the right and blocked Nelson with his back, "He didn't know you could use the Patronus Charm, this is one of the only advantages we have left now, you need enough Time to gather his information, we'll beat him here once, and a second time in two thousand years!"

"Tom!"

"I have a brilliant idea, and you'll be amazed at my genius, Gnar, I swear."

Tom pressed Nelson's shoulders and said seriously, "Do you think Haierbo knows me?"