My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Don't struggle, shh, soon."

In the dim temple, Nelson's voice echoed, creating an atmosphere of a little scary story. The temple was surrounded by thick wool felt on all sides, and not even a ray of light could enter. The priestess announced that this was going on. A ritual to seek oracles from Apollo to dispel the haze.

This kind of rhetoric has been recognized by most of the city-state residents. When the dementors approached, most of the Muggles had lost consciousness. In the swooping of the dragon, the only remaining awake people lost consciousness because of fear. , when they woke up, all they saw was the ruins that had been hit by natural disasters and the dark clouds that gradually receded during the ceremony of the temple. Those wizards who had witnessed everything would naturally not expose the crisis that just happened, even if Nelson swaggered. Coming from the street in the distance, they just stood by and watched indifferently as they collected the dragon blood spilled on the ground and the crow feathers dropped by the wizard in front of them.

Nelson's eyes never had the slightest communication with these people. In his opinion, they were worse than those Muggles who lost consciousness under the pressure of dementors. He asked Haierbo's minions. He kept silent when he was in charge, didn't reveal Nelson's existence, and kept silent when Nelson came to clean up the mess, just drifting with the flow and betting on both sides.

After collecting everything the wizard left here, holding the small silver ball that had just caught the Dementor, he Apparated into the Temple of Apollo, and after briefly asking Pythia's consent, he began to Build a suitable environment. .

The only light source in the temple was injected from the gap in the center of the roof that Nelson used a spell to blast open. After being reflected by several mirrors erected in mid-air, it focused on the stone bed in the center of the temple.

A silver falcon full of determination hovered beside the stone bed, and a pair of torch-like eyes stared at the small silver ball that was slowly opening under the control of Nelson's wand on the stone bed without blinking.

Immediately, the cold moisture filled the temple, causing the surrounding stone pillars to tremble. The shriek, it was too late, the silver falcon fluttered its wings, and the silver feathers shot out like arrows. Before the black mist that rushed towards Nelson had not yet formed, it penetrated its tattered and putrid smell. robe, nailed it firmly to the stone bed.

For a time, the silent temple was covered by the fierce sound of cutting, and when the sound dissipated, Pitia, who had already hid behind the pillar, carefully stuck out her head and saw a limb and throat pierced by silver falcon feathers, lying on the stone bed. A Dementor who struggled constantly, and black mist burst out from his body, but was quickly dispelled by the surrounding white mist.

She covered her mouth and widened her eyes. As someone who has been harassed by dementors all the time, of course she knew what it was, and she was even more surprised that Nelson actually had some means of suppressing or even capturing dementors. The lower half of the stone bed was full of It was a hole that was penetrated, and the feathers shot by the silver falcon penetrated the hard stone and penetrated deeply into the ground, turning into groups of warm silver lights, blending into the dense white mist floating around Nelson.

She stared at the white mist curiously, stretched out her hand, and lightly touched a wisp of mist floating around her, her eyes widened.

"This is…"

Pitia just wanted to say that this fog had similar qualities to the "fog of prophecy" floating out of the rock crevice under the Temple of Apollo, but the silver falcon turned his head and glanced at her lightly, and she closed it immediately. Mouth, realizing that what Nelson was doing could not be interrupted, he had to swallow the second half of the sentence back in his stomach.

The dementor's gaze shot at Nelson from under the hood, and a surprised expression appeared on Nelson's face, which was completely different from the dementors he was familiar with. After two thousand years, those dementors stationed in Azkaban Only have the instinct to kill and destroy, and the hatred of life rooted in the soul, if they have souls at all.

But the current dementor shows a lot of emotions, including hatred, tyranny, warning, and even fear. Its eyes are full of things that shouldn't belong to it, and it doesn't even have magic like the future dementors. The single coldness is like a real dark wizard, chaotic and mixed.

Nelson tilted his head. The moment he just looked at each other, he felt a cursed sting. He raised his wand, and the Patronus, who was suspended above the heads of one person and one ghost, dissipated in the spread of his wings and reconvened in front of Nelson. , under the powerful claws, a squirming green mist was grasped, and it shattered the cursed magic with a slight squeeze.

Dementors don't have vocal organs in the usual sense, but Nelson can still hear a parsley-like "hiss" that mimics the air squeezed out of his teeth, originating from a dementor Beneath the face that was tightly covered by the hood.

"Shh," Nelson stretched out his empty left hand and lifted a wisp of white mist in front of him. The white mist quickly condensed into a silver glove covering the entire hand in his palm, and poked towards the dementor's head. He lifted its hood and said, "Don't scream, it'll be over soon, just bear with it."

His tone was very soft, as if the doctor was reading out the doctor's orders gently to the patient, but the movements of his hands were not so calm.

Nelson was mentally prepared to see the face of the dementor. He had the privilege of witnessing it once a long time ago, but after lifting the hood of the dementor, his movements froze, and the whole person was stunned. before the bed.

The dementor's roar became more piercing, and the killing intent in his voice became more intense. Nelson narrowed his eyes, and a mayfly with a charcoal pen on its tail quickly slid on a blank papyrus held by two other mayflies. paint its face.

Unlike the Dementors who lived in Azkaban two thousand years later, and whose ugliness cannot be described in words, this one is more like a human being, a human being eroded by death, but somehow not dead.

The wrinkled gray skin is covered with dark mildew spots, and the outline of a human face can be vaguely seen. In the half-closed eye sockets that have lost their ability to open and close, the rich black that has been soaked with death forms a pannus that covers the eyeballs. , Nelson couldn't even tell if there were eyeballs under his vision.

A cold light flashed in Nelson's hand, and a sharp knife congealed in the palm of his hand in an instant, and the knife slashed, from the feather nailed in the center of the throat, down to the navel, the rotten robe could not resist this With the small knife of the guardian deity's magic power, its robe and the flesh below it were cut open by a knife, and the pungent and rancid smell spurted out, which was quickly blocked by a transparent barrier.

In addition to blocking the odor and possible poisonous miasma, this barrier also shoulders the mission of focusing the light. Nelson lowered his head and carefully observed the internal structure of the Dementor.

It is completely a living empty shell. Nelson's forehead jumped, and his face was full of shock. Those organs that could be removed have been discarded. As a living creature, it cannot survive normally at all, and can only rely on magic to continue. Its own existence, the fine rune is engraved on its loose and fragile bones like a sponge, Nelson guessed its purpose with only a few characters translated - the curse, the most vicious thing in the world, not even after two years. Which dark wizard can look back on the curse.

This dementor has a human-like structure, but all its life-related parts have been taken away and replaced by a curse that commands it to last forever in the pain of death, and the rune on its bones acts as its internal organs. , even the skeleton itself has only the value of carrying the rune. It has been eroded infinitely by death, and there is no trace of life left on its body, but it is still alive, even if it is old, even if it rots, even if it is finally The broken bones turned into a mass of non-moving garbage, even if it was eaten by rats and insects, it still existed.

For a moment, various evil magic items related to Haierbo appeared in front of Nelson. The two most vicious magics related to the dementor are the two vicious magics, the corpse and the Horcrux, but there is no doubt that the dementor does not belong to Any one of them is more like a failed product born in the research process of these two kinds of magic, and bears their terrifying side effects at the same time, but the only gain is to survive as a puppet that spreads despair, unable to survive, begging Can't die.

It seems to have been a human once, and I don't know whether it offended Haierbo or ended up like this because of allegiance. The pity in Nelson's eyes flashed, and it was quickly replaced by firmness, compared to the impeccable Dementor two thousand years later. Structure, this semi-finished product can bring him more help - Haierbo's rune is presented in front of his eyes at a glance, as an expert in ancient rune, even until now, Haierbo himself has not been seen, but since Between the lines of these passages, the image of an evil wizard with no scruples has emerged in Nelson's mind, and Haierbo's preference for magic and his habit of using Rune have also been written down.

"I think I have to tell you something, Pitia."

Nelson opened his bow from left to right, and the silver knife left a cold glow on the joints of the dementor, disintegrating the incapacitated bulk little by little like a slaughtering ox. Thanks to the power of Haierbo's curse, even if only the body was left At the connection of some flesh and blood, the Dementor also maintains its "alive", and those integrated runes are still running stably.

"You...you said."

Seeing Nelson's brutal appearance, Pitia couldn't help but put on an honorific.

"I understand what you think, you saw the end of Haierbo in the prophecy, and also learned from the prophecy that we are from the future, thinking that Haierbo will be defeated in the future anyway, I must know the correct answer, you just wait for me Just beat him with experience brought back from the future, right?"

Pitia didn't agree or object, she raised her trembling legs and moved towards Nelson step by step.

"I'm curious, Pitia, do you believe in your own prophecy?" Nelson continued to dissect the Dementor, asking without looking up, "You don't worry that it might be wrong, it might be the same as what you thought it might be. different?"

"It's a revelation from God," Pitiya replied, "I've been relying on prophecy to make decisions all my life, and I've never missed it."

"Which god?" Nelson put down the knife in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Pitia with indifferent but fiery eyes, "Don't tell me it's Apollo, you can call your **** Has he come to see me?"

Pitia pursed her lips and shook her head vigorously.

"I can tell you the future I know, and while they're made up of legends, wild anecdotes, and fragments I've seen in some ancient relics, they're certainly a lot more real than your uncertain prophecies," Nelson turned. , facing Pitia, lowered his voice, "Do you dare to listen?"

Pitia lowered her head, buried her face in her chest, and did not respond for a long time. Nelson smiled, and the laughter was extremely harsh in the empty temple. He waited for half a minute, but Pitia still did not raise his head, Nelson Had to continue to turn to the Dementor and continue his brutal dissection.

Time passed minute by minute, except for the sour noise of the knife slashing at the flesh and bones, the only sound left in the temple was the ticking of the pocket watch in Nelson's pocket, and Pitia didn't even dare to let out the air. , the disappointment in Nelson's heart has accumulated to the point that he can't connect this cowardly woman who was prophesied and manipulated her whole life with the hero who saved the peninsula in history, no matter how much he hates a man like Pitia Erase her real achievements.

"The good news is that his alchemy is very poor," Nelson took out a black cloth and put it over the dismembered Dementor, thanking it for its contribution to world peace, grabbed the notebook next to him and recorded it, from time to time After a few words, "His research direction is more inclined to immortality and the mastery of the soul. The aggressiveness of magic is not as exaggerated as imagined. Maybe this era does not need such powerful magic?"

The Dementor had been cut into a bed of pieces, but it was still alive, and Nelson held out a heart full of black hair, which he found in what should have been a brain, and murmured: "Male Witch's hairy heart..."

As the heart was taken out, the cold silence below the freezing point began to spread rapidly in the temple, the filthy frost covered the column, and Pitia, who felt the impact, sat down on the ground.

Nelson ignored her and copied the rune on the furry heart, which looked to be the core part of the Dementor, word by word on the notebook.

"Can you tell me?"

Pitia's voice was so low that Nelson thought it was a mosquito for a while. After Pitia repeated it loudly, he put down his hairy heart and turned to look at Pitia, who was struggling to get up from the ground.

There was an unexpected firmness in Nelson's eyes.

"Very well," Nelson didn't give her a chance to go back, her eyes were filled with white mist, and at the moment of looking at each other, he pulled her into a pure white library, "You should be the hero who saves this era, you invented In order to fight against Haierbo's spell, you found his Horcrux piece by piece, and sealed it up in a place that does not belong to this world. You left a prophecy of his resurrection and return, and the two After a thousand years, we are facing the despicable Haierbo who is stronger, more indomitable, and more reckless. We are not the saviors in the prophecy. On the contrary, we are the people who came to you for help in order to save our own world. !"

"…"

"I don't know much about this era."

Nelson's pupils tightened, and he waved his wand, and pages of books with pitiful writing flew out of the bookshelves and fell into his hands. The words are stacked together, and it's just a booklet thinner than The Great Britain Cookbook, "But we have the same enemies, Pitia, if you just want to wait for fate to save you, maybe I'll live in two thousand years. The country will be called the Haierbo Empire."

"but-"

"I'll tell you everything I know, and as you expect, and Tom will save this era in our way, and save ourselves," Nelson strode to Pitia, stuffing the book in his hand. Gave her, "But your era needs your own salvation after all, aren't you a prophet? Find a way to survive between what you see and what I tell you about the future. If we lose, it's over. ."

There was a thunderous dragon roar in the distance, and the illusion created by Nelson shattered. Pitia lowered her head and looked at the booklet that smelled of ink in her hand.

Nelson turned his head to look in the direction from which Long Yin came, and said, "Tom has already gone to Haierbo. You can no longer use fate as an excuse to escape blindly."