My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What a great rain..."

Tom opened his arms and let the decorations in the castle smash down. He didn't know if he was talking about the collapsed castle or the lava raging like a meteor shower.

The masonry of the wall groaned to death, and the stone wall collapsed, revealing the whole picture of the island. It was different from the **** scene that Tom saw when he first came. Instead, it was lined with green trees. There are unique houses with local styles, people come and go, and if Pitia is here, they will definitely recognize that this island is so similar to the isolated island they landed on after the shipwreck.

But it had already been destroyed in a volcanic eruption, like a dream, Haierbo, who had finally found support, became the displaced and panicked slave.

Haierbo actually built a home in Sicily composed of his servants, which is very similar to the island in his dreams. This is also the only softness in his heart, but now it has been in a game with many It was broken again in the same volcanic eruption as the previous year.

The apple was still held by Haierbo's hand. The sweet aroma and the rotten wine taste mixed together to form an unacceptable sweetness, mixed with the rich sulfurous smell brought by the volcanic ash, exuding an unpleasant smell. Choking taste.

"It heralds the end of an era, the establishment of order!"

Tom's words and actions are full of emotions. He sometimes bows his head and whispers, sometimes talks loudly, sometimes curls up like he is in the cold rain, sometimes opens his arms like a conductor, and sometimes his tone is as mournful as a funeral eulogy. Mourning, sometimes as passionate as a wedding speech.

No one is near here, and they don't even dare to cast their eyes here.

The gorgeous castle was swaying and swaying in the volcanic eruption, and it was difficult to maintain its basic shape. The window directly above the gate was the first to break. The showers generally fell from behind Tom, the shards of glass bounced violently, and bows and arrows generally shot at Tom's back, but each time they shot out of the space of Tom's movement at that moment.

Tom's immersive performance is more exaggerated, but at this moment it is extremely appropriate.

Nelson could not help but wonder if Tom was a prophet, a prophet who was really intoxicated by the fate he had witnessed, and wondered if he was predicting the real fate.

The foundation of the castle let out a "crunching" wailing, and just behind Tom, the high wall where the gate was located was pouring down on him like a mountain, but Tom was unmoved, and Haierbo, who was holding the apple, didn't move either. A hand trembled slightly.

"Aren't you... not afraid of death?"

Even Haierbo was surprised by Tom's madness. He didn't know whether Tom was standing under the dangerous wall because of self-confidence or because he was crazy. He finally couldn't help it and asked.

"If I get hit, it's fate. Since I'm standing here, it proves that fate doesn't want me to live."

"haha, really?"

There was a hint of self-deprecation in Haierbo's laughter. For some reason, he also had the idea of ​​standing here with Tom, but he finally put down the apple and let it fall into Tom's hands. From its rotten and shriveled state to fullness again, the firelight reflected from the gold coin fell on the peel, coating it with gold.

"boom!"

The collapsed high wall was finally unable to support it, and smashed Tom under him fiercely. The strong wind slammed into the wall facing the volcano with the lava and volcanic ash in the sky. What remains is a high wall that has completely collapsed.

The fall of the high wall stirred up the smoke and dust that covered the sky, and the people harassed by the volcano retained their last reason in the panic, and did everything possible to resist the disaster, but it was just like the destruction of the island many years ago. , In such a natural disaster, only people can stay.

…

When all is said and done, and the volcano is calmed by the wrath that haunts its womb, the island that Tom sees only flourishing for a moment has truly become the hellish scene he saw on his first visit.

In the center of the island, at the foot of the volcano, a wall that fell to the ground became the only proof that there was a prosperous town here, and people's disgraced eyes finally focused there.

In the center of the high wall, at the window directly above the gate, a young man holding an apple was standing quietly.

The high wall can slap everything under it to paper, except for the prematurely shattered window.

…

"Hierbo is an extremely conceited and extremely inferior person."

In the room at the top of the tower, Nelson leans his feet up on a chair, which is reclined at a dangerous angle, with a refill of tea in one hand, his wand in the other, his wrist in the other. Under the rhythm of , the steam slowly emerging from the teacup formed a line, and outlined a gradually condensed figure in the air.

A mayfly suddenly flew in front of him, he nodded, and the mayfly left.

"What's wrong?"

Pitia asked curiously.

"Tom's prophecy has come true," Nelson frowned, apparently angered, "if I hadn't been digging underground..."

"Did something happen? What prophecy?"

"It's nothing, let's talk about our business."

Nelson shrugged and continued the conversation just now.

"Most of his conceit comes from his talent in magic, from his ability to easily dominate life and death, and even the fate of others, using his power far beyond ordinary people. What's the difference?" Nelson carefully adjusted the details of the steam condensation, as if he was conscientiously completing a perfect sculpture, and sometimes the movements were too large, so that Pitia on the opposite side couldn't help but worry that he would not look up because of it. He fell to the ground, but the two thin legs that contacted the chair and the ground always maintained a fragile and stable balance. Nelson waved his wand and added a pair of snake-like eyes to Haierbo's portrait, "This power is so huge, It was so big that he was even afraid of it. This ignorant era is a virgin land with buried treasures for anyone with superior intelligence. Walking through the forest at will, you can pick up golden apples. If this Those who are wise and tireless will become pathfinders and pioneers."

"So he's still...a person with outstanding contributions?"

Pitia obviously couldn't accept Nelson's inference. No matter how powerful Haierbo was, no matter how important his achievements in laying the foundation for magic were, the scene of the peninsula starving and withering mountains and forests was vivid in his mind and would not lie.

"Do you know what's the difference between you and him? Pythia."

Nelson suddenly leaned forward, and the legs of the two chairs slammed to the ground with a bang, causing Pitia, whose eyes were blurred, to tremble in fright. She blinked and looked at Nelson. She didn't know Nelson asked. What does he want to know when he asks this question? It is difficult for two people who are different from each other to find the same thing.

Pitia shook her head, also wondering what the answer to that question was.

"You're 'prophesying' in different ways."

"Prophecy? But he doesn't know how to fortune, so what's the way of prophecy?"

"You see someone dying, and then it happens," Nelson put the teacup back on the table, and the last wisp of steam seeped out of the cup, forming a white wand in the hand of the portrait between the two, the The wand seemed to have the finishing touch, even its face was blurred, but Pitia seemed to see Haierbo's gaze, she couldn't help turning her head, and Nelson's voice came from her ear, "He wants someone Death, and then it will happen, you all see death first, and then it will come, for you, fate is 100% will happen, for him, the act of taking someone else's life is 100% Eight will be successful, you both believe in the future in your eyes, and you believe in the power in your hands, this is the same thing, but there are essential differences."

Pitia listened carefully to Nelson's words, and the people from the future threw new angles she had never considered.

"You have the ability to see through fate, but you can't change it. He has the power to arbitrarily manipulate the fate of others, but he can't see it clearly. Then, he will doubt whether his choice to manipulate fate is the arrangement of fate, so he starts to try Rebelling against fate, but this is unverifiable, how can a person who has long been in the vortex know whether the appearance of his rebellion against fate is a trick of fate at a deeper level?"

Pitia closed her eyes, lost in thought.

"So the stronger he is, the more afraid he is, and the more afraid he is, the more he wants to pursue power, but how can the power he masters fight against the invisible and intangible fate? If fate is really a god, Then he can at least walk up to him and question him, or give him a punch, but how can there be such a thing in the world?" Nelson smiled, "So the more he resisted, the more convinced he was, especially when you The prophecies revealed to him when he was young became reality one by one in front of him, and he would find that he had been caught in the great net of fate from the very beginning of his birth, but his struggles made him sink deeper and deeper. , when he was completely bound by the snare, and there was no space left for breathing, he was cocooned, and the one who was locked in a wooden barrel and was carried to the street for exhibition because he could talk to snakes What's the difference between a slave boy?"

Pitia's pupils vibrated violently, and Nelson kept saying Haierbo, but she felt that he was talking about himself,

From the first time she saw Nelson, she felt a unique temperament from him that should be the same as her own. She had never seen Nelson perform any magic related to divination, but she decided in her heart. His identity as a prophet, she finally understood, this is another way for a prophet - even people who are cursed by fate can make their own choices.

"Do you know why he left you the Temple of Apollo?"

"I asked him to live in a sunny place far away from him," Pitia said subconsciously, already immersed in the whirlpool of his mind, "so he sent me here."

"Is this the furthest away from him? Is the sun the best here?" Nelson asked, answering without waiting for Pythia to respond, "No, he senses the inextricable connection between you and the Lost Mist. , Pitia, so he sent you to this volcano that keeps escaping sulfurous vapors, he may think that's why you perceive fate, but he can't tell the difference between the mist of the soul and the vapours that look exactly the same The difference between the Lost Fog is due to your arrival, so he began to study the Lost Fog and even the blurred illusion connected to it, and the dark clouds that communicate with death are the best proof."

Pitiya stared blankly at Nelson, she knew that Nelson was telling a huge secret, and she was obviously the protagonist of this secret, but she couldn't understand even a single word.

"I have to say that Haierbo's talent surpasses the vast majority of people in this world. Whether it's the past, the present, or the future, he created a curse. To be honest, it was a bit difficult for me to confirm this information for the first time. Believe me, I thought that what he created was only the black magic that deprives life or brings pain through the medium of negative emotions. There are too many curses in mythology, but he is the first to really turn myths and legends into reality. people," Nelson shook his head and sighed, "he is not a prophet, but he has mastered a prophecy-like means to inflict calamity on his enemies, which is also his invincible advantage in the face of rebellious enemies. The reason, he seems to have really researched something from you. Even with an extra two thousand years of vision, I can't be sure whether his direction is right or wrong, but there is no doubt that he has created something that has never been done before. The great things that have been done, although evil, but great."

"…"

"I have reason to believe that people like him will deepen his fear of fate when he studies the magic that uses fate as a medium to cast curses. He is a wise man, and a wise man is the easiest to get into, and he cannot be carefree. ," Nelson pressed his wand against the chest of Haierbo's portrait, and said softly in a voice that Pitia could barely hear by pricking up his ears, "I also have reason to believe that he fears fate more than everyone, including you, so he is more than Everyone has to believe in fate, so the inferiority complex in his heart is more aggressive than anyone else, so this will become his biggest weakness, and it will become the key move for us to buy time and finally defeat him."

The wand poked forward, marking a defect in Haierbo's heart.

"But this isn't our game."

"This is a ray of life left to us by fate, and then we have to see how we can use it to break the game."

…

There was a dragon roar in the sky, and then, Haierbo's voice rang in the ears of the people on the island.

"Are you still in a daze?"

The wizards fought a cold war at the same time, and then, they began to use their magic to rebuild the island, the houses rose again, the trees grew again, and things that are rare on the peninsula are very easy here. This is the power of magic.

A more mighty and ferocious dragon than before flew down from the clouds and landed on the ruins of the castle. Tom shook his shoulders. The volcanic ash that fell on his body was swept down by the strong wind. He raised his head and looked at the pair Eyes that have become unfamiliar after two thousand years.

"Come and rebuild my palace for me," Haierbo said after a moment of silence. "The dwelling of God should not be destroyed by a small natural disaster."

After all, he left Tom, and the dragon spread its wings and rushed into the clouds.

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