My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Interesting guy."

Tom plunged into the unknown door, and even Haierbo on the other end was shocked by his courage or recklessness.

"As a barbarian outside the peninsula, you can independently study your magic power without a mentor, and develop magic to such an extent that it is enough to defeat my servant. It is really exciting... You are right, Why can't I be God?"

Tom raised his head, and the surrounding scenery was obscured by a hazy haze, leaving only a stairway in front of him that stretched upwards with no head in sight.

"I'm researching a kind of magic that can see people's hearts," Haierbo's voice sounded in his ear, "perhaps soon, your wisdom can be used for me."

He did not hide his absolute desire to control in the slightest, and did not shy away from the final fate of those who offered "loyalty", but Tom still heard a trace of expectation in his tone, a trace of hope that Tom could show a different performance from others. expect.

"Tell me, what are you best at?"

The mist was sucked into Tom's belly, and his spirit even fell into a trance for a moment. In the lair of the most despicable dark wizard, these dangerous and poisonous traps are everywhere, even if he always instinctively maintains his brain Sealing technique, Haierbo's questioning also sounded in the depths of his soul like a brain-piercing magic sound.

"I?"

Tom struggled to resist the weakness caused by the environment, and held the gold coin in his hand tightly. The cold touch made him awake a lot, and his left hand flipped deftly. The pattern stretched out a dazzling flower. He lowered his head, feeling the tremor from the gold coins, silent for a moment, raised his head, and looked straight at the unseen steps in front of him. become blurred.

…

Pitia sat with her head down in the small room at the top of the tower, facing a dusty round coffee table, occasionally raising her head to glance at Nelson secretly.

There are no drawings, no magic materials, no books, just a small nest built by the mayfly for him to rest. Judging from the thick dust on the ground and on the table, he has never come here once since it was built. rested.

Pitia looked worriedly at Nelson's puffy eye bags and thick dark circles. She couldn't help but start to recall what she had done this month and even after moving to the Temple of Apollo - except to record some unintelligible oracles. Waiting for the hero who saves the world, she is restless day after day, she does nothing and can't do anything.

But the traveler from the future in front of him is already working hard for this era that does not belong to him. Pitia cannot understand the purpose of the instruments in the tower and their principles, but she can also guess that Nelson The problem that should have been worrying about her has already expended too much energy. He clearly has his own era to save. Silently closed the door of the fortress, carrying the future of the two worlds on his shoulders.

She noticed that Nelson's hand holding the tray, two thick calluses were prominent at the two joints of the index finger and middle finger, and she began to imagine what Nelson did when he locked himself in the bunker— He would wave the magic wand over and over again to practice the magic that might be used, and he would draw at his desk under the ever-bright night light, sketching the sketch of the "god statue" she had just seen.

He is trying to defeat a man who is as invincible as a **** to this age in a way that is unimaginable as a god, and even endured the pain of watching his best friend step into danger.

"In our day, what people are best at is pulling gods off the altar."

Nelson said as if he could read his mind. He walked to the table and placed the tray with two cups of tea on the table. The green tea was rippling, and Pitia was a little dazed. Such greenery?

Nelson pointed his finger at the cup that was close to him, a wisp of water flowed out of the cup, jumped nimbly onto the table, and spread it out into an extremely thin "cloth" in an instant, wiped off the dust, and disappeared. Pulled out the chair, sat opposite Pitia, took the teacup and took a sip, the chapped lips were soaked, and there was some blood on the face: "Tast it, this is my... uh, a friend made it. The magic potion can make your ears and eyes sharp."

Pitia held the teacup with both hands. The tea was a little hot, but she couldn't even do the simplest magic of isolating temperature, but she still held the teacup tightly despite the burning pain. Nelson frowned slightly when he saw this. , pointed her wand to her cup.

"Try it," said Nelson, with a flash of disappointment in his eyes, "and take a sip."

Pitia imitated Nelson and took a small sip. The hot tea almost made her scream, but she was stunned quickly. The liquid that slid down her mouth into her throat was not as hot as it was when she entered her mouth. As it continued to fall, it became cold and refreshing, and when it was swallowed, a refreshing chill spread around the entire chest. Nelson's praise for the tea was true, it even made Pitia I remembered those dusty and almost forgotten past events in the memory filled with chaotic oracles and restless trivia under the influence of sulfur vapor and lost fog over the years.

"Your friend, is a very powerful person!" She nodded vigorously, affirming, "She must be a very good person."

"Uh…"

Nelson shrugged noncommittally.

The small room quickly fell silent. Nelson drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, leaving only a sip of the clear bottom of the tea. He leaned back on the back of the chair. In a month, the short hair on his forehead was enough to cover it. Close your eyes.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Pitia put down the teacup and looked at Nelson.

"Is this cup of tea good?"

Nelson didn't answer, but instead asked a question.

"thanks."

Pitia nodded vigorously. The memory buried in her heart was rushing towards her like a tidal wave. She stood helplessly on the shore, her ankles submerged by the sea.

Starfish crawled on her calf, leech-like suckers pierced deeply into her skin, and in the azure sea, a bright red was slowly fainting.

Like a desperate person begging for death, she stepped forward and walked towards the deep sea, which was even more difficult to face. There, a shirtless teenager was hugging the girl in his arms tightly, holding a The roots are straight and slender like a javelin, and the body of a snake-shaped siren is floating in the water around the two. The penetrating wound on the chest rots and spreads under the bite of the fish, like a hole leading to death.

There were tears in the boy's eyes, the girl in his arms was out of breath, the slender long skirt was tightly attached to her body, drawing a beautiful line, his tears were full of sadness, and he was screaming hard. However, in the deep sea, those grief-stricken scoldings only turned into blisters emerging from the sea, brittlely ruptured, and disappeared without a trace.

The Kraken's corpse got closer and closer, and finally the two were held together tightly. The young man's eyes showed the brutal look of a beast, and he used his unsharp teeth to bite its rotting wound and malnourished gums. Scratched by sharp and hard scales, his teeth fell off piece by piece and decayed, and his mouth was full of blood.

In the sea, a huge wave like a towering cliff condensed, and it rushed down in front of Pitia, and patted her already unstable body into the sea. She felt a kind of tranquility that she had never had before, as if Resting in the mother's body, the sound of the breaking waves, the singing of the conch shells, and the flapping of the fish all poured into her ears, forming a sentence that was suppressed by the oracle and did not see the light of the sun, or a tense negotiation, or It was a heart-to-heart greeting, or the sweet words that whispered together, or the acrid scolding of kindness and justice, or a long sigh that had not been seen for a long time, like a mad horse in the mountains, going uphill for a while, and rolling down the cliff for a while.

They were so real, so frightening, so afraid to face, so trembling, she tried her best to open her eyes, but in the sea, her eyes were really scarlet, her eyelids were like hands made of sea water Roughly provoked, not letting her close her eyes, not letting her escape, the blood in the water kept approaching her, sketching the story of a boy who slaughtered a dragon and eventually turned into a dragon, and that story is just like a needle. , wrapped in pain that was even more majestic than death, and stabbed straight into her eyeballs.

She was in despair. The city-states and walls that she had carefully built with sand in her heart for many years collapsed, and the moat was filled with stench of poisonous blood. She resisted magic, resisted fate, resisted everything related to the past, and those storm-like memories were not only far away Instead, she kept accumulating strength during her years of self-imposed exile, waiting to devour her completely.

The memories that bound her past, her soul, her wisdom condensed into an entity indistinguishable from a siren, swooping down on her in a mocking scream!

Pitia in the water let go of her tightly clasped hands, and let the sea water pour into her lungs and oppress her heart. Her eyes became blurred, her pupils were swallowed by the gushing white mist, and her long soft curly hair was like a The seaweed spread out, and the tears fell from the corners of the eyes. Like jewels, they drifted upwards, lining up like pearl necklaces with broken threads, drifting farther and farther.

Just a second before her vision fell into darkness due to suffocation, she saw a pair of hands reaching out from the water.

The instinct to survive and escape drove her to squeeze the last drop of strength from her body and soul, and she tightly held the hand with new calluses on her index and middle fingers.

"boom!"

There was a thunder in the water, and she also returned to reality in the tremor, panting heavily, looking at Nelson, who was holding a tea cup opposite, the dense white mist was gushing out of the cup, but through the mist, they could still see each other clearly The eyes of the other two years apart.

"Do you remember it?"

Nelson drank the last of the tea, and her pupils were filled with milky white steam, like a cauldron of wizards, Pitia showed a tragic smile, nodded weakly, her eyes were as loose as a broken egg, But she had never been so lucid, and Nelson looked at the priestess' face and for the first time connected her to the statue at the entrance to the hidden place.

"Congratulations," Nelson put down the teacup, stretched out his hand, and spread his palm up in front of Pitia, "I need your memory, everything you dare not face."

"You really don't need to face them," Pitiya lowered her head, her voice muffled, she was not the same as just now, "As you said, I will not cause trouble for your era."

"Tom is only one step away from Haierbo."

Nelson did not continue to persuade, but raised his hand steadily, waiting for Pitia's answer.

"You may never have realized that a boy from a slave background could use the name of God to speak for His power in the world, what a wonderful experience it was at that time..."

Pitia lowered her head and said in a calm tone the words she least wanted to mention.

"The mortals who are not favored by the gods will only bend down and work on their land, shaving in the barren mountains, and feeding the goats with the fullest grains of grain, and when the goats are at their strongest, feed the goats The freshest and most plump meat on the legs is cut off and placed on the altar, even if God would not even look at it," her voice trembled, "We are too close to God, we are only one step away, but because of this, we are so sympathetic to God. Yan, I am just his lamb, his fish meat, he... Haierbo wants to pull God from the altar just like what you just said."

"But he looked at the empty throne," Nelson said solemnly. "It's not the same as before, isn't it?"

"Feel sorry."

Pitia's tone was bitter, and she raised her head, revealing a face that was haggard and soaked in tears.

"I was running away from fate again and again without realizing it was perhaps the most vicious curse."

She raised her trembling arm and placed her slender hand in Nelson's palm, milky white steam seeping from her fingertips, pouring into Nelson's hand like a stream flowing into a river or a river into the sea.

…

Feeling the tremor from the coin in his hand, Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the expression disappeared after only a moment. Soon, he raised his head and put his thumb on the emblem of laurel, and the junction of the coin flashed dimly. The gleam that looked like a fingerprint, and the small silver ball in his ear also clearly rang out Nelson's voice.

He raised his head, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's eyes that were drowsy under the influence of magic became more and more clear, and the endless steps in his eyes stopped abruptly. The black fog that blocked his vision was easily penetrated, and the buildings on the top of the mountain became clear.

It was a holy and majestic white temple exactly the same as the Temple of Apollo, but its gate was replaced by the jawbone of a giant snake, and its fangs as tall as a man shone with a deadly cold light under the starlight. Paired with the temple, it is full of weirdness and blasphemy, but it reveals a majesty that has nothing to do with gods.

Tom's pupils no longer trembled, they became extremely firm, and grinned at the temple gate.

At this moment, he made the exact same action as Nelson in his ear, said the exact same words, and cast the exact same look at Haierbo.

"My best magic is prophecy."

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