My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What are you going to do?"

Pitia looked at Nelson who pulled out his wand to move his joints, and subconsciously took a few steps back. He drew a circle on the ground with his wand, closed one eye, and made an aiming gesture.

"What else can I do?" Nelson answered rightly. "Do what I've done the most in a while—punch holes."

"Drilling holes?" Pitia showed a puzzled expression.

"I've been digging holes in the ground for the past few days, starting from the rock crevice under the Temple of Apollo." Nelson raised his eyelids, pointed at the drawn circle with his wand, and shoved a silver bolt into the soil, "Stand back and watch out."

Pitia had just stepped back a few steps to the side of the house when she heard a bang in front of her, the ground trembled violently, and the buildings on the top of the hill shook violently. Several structures in the distance The weak house also collapsed. The place where Nelson was standing was covered in thick smoke, and the skin of the earth wall hit her head, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and looked at the place where the smoke rose without blinking.

"If you put that latch on Haierbo's..."

She couldn't help but think about it until the smoke cleared and Nelson's figure appeared.

Nelson squatted on the ground, next to a smoking hole, he tapped the ground with his wand, a detailed sand table of the peninsula began to be slowly outlined by dust, the peninsula was surrounded by hazy steam, Pitia Seeing that it was the ocean, he poked at a point in the upper half, and a small glowing sun appeared at that point.

"This is Delphi, the city-state where the Temple of Apollo is located."

Then, several dotted lines started from the position of the little sun and extended straight in all directions, and one of them broke off at a nearby hill.

"This is where we are now," Nelson raised his head and glanced at Pitia, "You should be able to see it, halfway through Delphi to Syracuse, do you know what this place is called? Forget it, it’s not very important, depending on its location, it won’t be long before this city-state will be depressed, so there’s no need to leave its name in the history books.”

"You actually have such a detailed map..."

"It's not difficult, as long as you measure carefully," Nelson used his wand as a pen to draw on the ground, "These dotted lines are the paths my mayflies explore underground, heading north to the mines that I am familiar with, To the south is to investigate Haierbo's movements. Fortunately, most of his minions are only active on the ground so far, and I haven't encountered too many obstacles, so the team that follows Tom can make that stupidity in him. Help him realize the 'prophecy' as soon as possible."

"Is that the prophecy of the eruption of the volcano in Sicily?" Pitia's tone brought a hint of awe, "Did you predict its eruption?"

"What are you thinking? I'm not a weather forecaster."

Nelson is not in a happy mood recently, so that his words are full of aggression, his speech is scratching, and he chokes on Pitia from time to time. Pitia always has the idea of ​​asking Nelson why this is. , From the first time we met, Nelson's attitude towards her was not very good. Did she do anything to hurt or offend Nelson? She tried her best to recall, but she was still confused.

"But how do you know where the ore will be?" Pitia asked suspiciously. "If you look for it little by little, how can you collect so much metal in more than a month?"

"Would you like to hear what you're saying?" Nelson pulled out a large box from his small pocket and dropped it on the ground. Pitia felt the whole street tremble again because of it. Prying open a crack in the box, the mayflies with drill bits lined up to drill out of the crack one by one and jump into the exploration pit on the side, "Of course I know where there are mines."

Pitia suddenly realized, she covered her face in shame, Nelson is from the future, and will naturally come into contact with minerals. With his magical style, he should often deal with ores. Maybe what metal is produced in Europe, he is more senior than the most senior minerals. Scientists should also be familiar with it.

"Don't be surprised, two thousand years later, making high-purity metal ingots is a skill that even Muggles can easily master," Nelson picked up a stone from the ground, threw it vertically into the hole, and listened intently. The echo came, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and said without raising his head, "Whether it is magic or any other technology, it is getting more and more convenient, maybe in four thousand years, Muggles can easily Do what I can do with magic."

"Oh…"

"Don't worry, when I run out of these ores, I will try to return them as much as possible, and I don't want to have no mines to mine in the future, but this is also no way, you know, none of those wizards in Delphi are worth it. Great use, I can only build my own army as much as possible."

"I swear, those friends I used to know are fully capable of helping us defeat Haierbo."

"Let's talk when we see them. Speaking of which, why do you like to put an adjective in front of your name so much?" Nelson interrupted, the atmosphere relaxed a little, and he put his wand at the point where the dotted line was cut off. " This is the city-state under our feet, this is the shortest way to Albania, I want to go there to find something, but the mayflies I sent have disappeared here, and none of them have come back."

Pitia took a deep breath.

"From what I can tell, the only thing to be commended here is the abundance of wood," Nelson shook his head and made a cross at this point. "So I suspect that there is some kind of mutation here that you haven't grasped, and our encounter on the halfway mountain also just proves this."

He threw a dry branch on the ground. The hollow branch was flowing with scarlet viscous liquid, and the dry branch still had some activity in the forest, twitching from time to time, like a beheaded snake.

"Don't be nervous, this is horse blood. There are remnants of black magic on these branches, but they were not left on purpose," Nelson said seriously, looking at Pitia's changing expression, "Yes, it was created by Haierbo. Black magic, the rudiment of some death-spreading spell, this is the remnant of the battle, and it wasn't that long ago, about six months ago, there was a battle here, it's not fierce, the other side fighting against him did not What powerful magic was used to counterattack, and Haierbo did not gain much victory. The death here is not strong, but the magic power he left is enough to alienate trees and forests. I think the person who fought him should be the one. Invincible Andros, before you think of him, Haierbo has been eyeing him."

"Could it be that he and the people in this city-state have..."

Pitia covered her mouth and watched her blood drain.

"Don't be too pessimistic," Nelson shook his head, "I don't know if you noticed, the door I just opened is locked, and it's clean inside. The most recent magic replenishment of these glowing ores on the street is probably at Two and a half months ago, it was not like the ruins after being massacred. At least half a month after Haierbo's attack, there were still people in this city-state, and there were still people in order. They were more like organizing an orderly battle. Evacuate, this Andros may not be so invincible, but he is not a character that Haierbo can knead at will."

"That's good," Pitia said, sunk in her heart, patted her chest, "he'll be fine."

"Priestess, I suggest you not to read the revelation of the oracle for everything. It will make you ignore a lot of news worth paying attention to. If you look inside when I open the door, you can easily analyze these things." Nelson stood up, smoothed the sand table on the ground, looked into Pitia's eyes and said, "We are still living in reality after all."

Pitia nodded ignorantly. Seeing this, Nelson didn't say much. She was far from the priestess who turned the tide in history. Her soul still needs to be polished by wars and disasters in order to shine.

"So where do you think they most likely went?"

"I don't know," Nelson shook his head simply, "if it was two months ago, I would have thought they went to Delphi, but now it seems that there is a reason why none of your friends came to see you, They knew very well that they were under the surveillance of Haierbo, so we didn't meet them on the way, but the road to the east was even more dangerous. There were not only Haierbo's minions, but also many uncivilized magical animals. You can walk around town while I'm down and see if there's any messages left by them."

He dropped the last mayfly and locked the box.

The stone that entered the cave finally heard a dull echo. Nelson frowned, lowered his head and took a serious look at the pocket watch. It must have been too long to fall, and why does this sound sound weird?

"What's wrong?" Pitia asked with concern.

"Strange," Nelson shook his head, "how strange."

"you-"

A dark vine man suddenly came out of Nelson's hole and hooked his ankle dexterously. The small mutation was very conspicuous on the calm street. Pitia opened his mouth and choked. In my throat, I haven't had time to say it.

With a "whoosh", Nelson was dragged into the ground and disappeared.

Pitia's words got stuck in her mouth and made a "giggle" sound. She blinked her eyes. On the empty street, there was only a deep pit that would catch people.

"Little...be careful with your feet—"

She finally said this, but it was a little late.

Nelson's cry came from the cave. It was a word she couldn't understand but was definitely a curse word.

Pitia ran to the side of the hole and looked down. Nelson had long since disappeared. It was impossible to see through the dark hole, but there seemed to be a faint light in the depths.

Nelson's cry quickly dissipated, and a gust of breeze blew, she shivered, raised her head, and found in horror that she had become the only living person in this city-state built on the mountain.

Pitia held her shoulders with both hands, and tremblingly stretched out her hands to the box Nelson had left on the ground, and tugged it hard. She didn't want to go back to the temple, and she couldn't even find anyone around her who could talk.

She let go of the handle of the box dejectedly, but she knew she couldn't give up, she gritted her teeth and looked at the deep hole beside her feet, and began to think about whether she should jump into it.

The wind stopped, and the street was eerily quiet.

Pitia closed her eyes, spread her legs and walked towards the pit.

"Pitia?"

A question interrupted her thoughts. She raised her head and saw a furry monster standing in front of her, blocking her and the pit. The human body is still wearing human clothes, but there is a pine tree-like hair ball on his shoulders. What is even more terrifying is that the upper half of the pine tree seems to be soaked in blood, showing a strange bright red, she remembered. his horse and the blood-sucking branches in the woods.

She closed her eyes tightly and pushed her hands forward vigorously, and the majestic magic power spurted out of her palms, hitting the monster's bulging belly, staggering it, taking a few steps back like a drunken man, standing Almost fell off the edge of the pothole.

But Pitia couldn't care about making up the knife anymore, she turned her head and ran, and got into the intricate alley.

I don't know how long she ran, but she finally noticed the pain in her calf. The straps of the straw rope sandals were broken. She gritted her teeth and took off the shoes. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com rubbed the soles of her feet with blood blisters, and sat slumped. By the wall on the street corner.

"Pitia?"

The question sounded above her head again. She lowered her head in horror. She was already shrouded in a huge shadow, but she no longer had the strength to run. With the determination to fight to the death, she raised her hand again.

"Hey! Wait, it's me, I'm Andros!"

Pitia finally realized that the question came from a familiar voice, she slowly raised her head, and saw the tall man using both hands to remove the hair covering his face, she realized that the so-called hairy pine tree was just too much. With thick hair and beard, the man pulled the hair off his face, revealing a pair of beetle-like eyes, and the small eyes were full of invincibility.

The top of his head has been dyed red, a thin line of blood is sticking on the top of his head, and the blood is like a fountain.

Pitia pointed to the top of his head, was silent for a moment, and asked, "You are..."

"There was an earthquake just now, and we managed to find the source of the earthquake and rushed over, but we were hit by a stone," Andros waved his hand, not caring about the injury, but more concerned about Pitia, he grabbed Pitia Ya's wrist, feeling her pulse, her small black eyes suddenly widened. If they were still a pair of small worms, they could be called a pair of big beetles now, "You're still alive?!"

"I..." Pitia was a little confused, "...Should I die?"

"Damn, that guy didn't lie!" He waved his fist angrily, "So, are you really living in the Sun Temple all the time?!"