My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I've been spreading the news. There are no dark clouds over Delphi, and there is enough water and land to absorb people who are shrouded in darkness," Pitia blinked and asked, "Are you just Haven't heard the news?"

"Of course I heard," Andros' face showed a bitter smile, "Do you know who told me?"

"Who?"

"It's Caurian, do you remember him? The bell ringer in the tree house, the guy who likes to sit on the olive tree and teach olives to sing."

"Ah... Of course I remember him!" Pitia's eyes lit up, "I still remember when he first arrived on the island, he cut down an olive tree to help me make a house."

"Yeah, he's a warm-hearted guy," Andros pulled out a far-fetched smile, "he told me about it on his horse, but we got news of the destruction of Delphi a few months ago. ."

"You must have been deceived by Haierbo!"

"I think so too."

Andros opened his eyes wide and stared at Pitia carefully. Seeing that the priestess was trembling, she unconsciously reached out and touched her face.

"Anyway, nice to meet you, Pitia."

Andros showed a bright smile and stretched out his hand to Pitia. Pitia thought that Andros was going to say hello as before, so he raised his arm and stretched out his hand to her.

"I'm glad too."

"Really? Hehe," Andros' eyes flickered faintly. He grabbed Pitia's hand with a generous hand and wrapped it in the palm of his hand. Pitia felt the feeling of being separated for so many years. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then, a tingling pain came from her fingertips. She widened her eyes in horror, but her heavy eyelids could no longer do such a movement. In distress, she raised her empty hand and reached out to the hole Nelson had left on the ground. Ping, sighed, "Sorry... If I really misunderstood you, I will apologize to you."

"So what do you think happened to her that you have to suspect?"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in Andre's ear, his neck suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head slowly, but his temple was already held by a sharp wooden stick, and the wand was oppressed by the thick hair. His blood vessels, making his bare skin visibly red.

"Don't move," he tried to adjust his eyes to see a muddy hand holding a wand, "I can't guarantee that my wand will be as polite as I am, and I won't be as aggressive as I am. … you can think of it as those trees outside the city, and if you insist on showing off your vitality and jumping around, it will get hungry.”

"You are?"

Andros made an action that is common in different eras and countries - raised his hands.

He maintained a posture of surrender, looked straight ahead, and asked calmly.

He knew who the owner of this hand was, the uninvited guest who had made a hole in the ground just now. Judging from the power of the explosion, this was a powerful enemy that he would not dare to defeat, let alone that he was in such a short period of time. In time, he broke through his vine man and returned to the ground.

"It doesn't matter, Invincible Andros," Nelson said softly, leaning against his ear, stuffing a small silver ball into his ear, "I brought the priestess here to confirm something. , but since she can't answer it now, I hope you can answer this question for me."

"No problem, I'll cooperate 100%." ​​Feeling the cold touch from his ears, Andros nodded vigorously. In order to show his sincerity, he turned sideways, revealing the cane pinned to his belt, and motioned Nelson to take it away. "You can take my force."

"There's no need to do those stupid things, I know you are a wizard who is good at casting magic with both hands," Nelson smiled and pressed on the small silver ball, "I'll show you mine Sincerity, a crumbling life goes from weak to strong, and the cry of a baby always comforts those of us struggling in desperate times, listen."

The loud cry of a baby came from Andros' ears. He widened his eyes in horror, and didn't think about what Nelson said. He subconsciously thought that Nelson had taken a child as a hostage and kept him in this cage. in a small silver ball.

He broke free from Nelson's restraint in an instant. Several red lights shot on him, but they were all bounced off. He grabbed Nelson's neck with his backhand and pressed him to the ground. It took so much effort to do all this. His eyes were red and he stared at Nelson fiercely, but the hand that held his neck never dared to exert any force.

Because the baby's cry continued to come out from the small silver ball, and even became louder.

There was only one place where babies would exist. He glared at Nelson, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "You found them? You are too mean!"

"Didn't you send me in?" Nelson shook his head. "You're talking to me using your premise, but this will offend me, do you understand?"

Andros' magic power was almost boiling, and Nelson felt a heat from his palm.

"I hope what you said to the priestess is equally valid for me," Nelson smiled. "I don't like to lie down and talk to people, especially in the face of a man who hasn't washed his hair for a long time."

Andros felt a pair of steel-like palms grab his shoulders, dragged him from the ground, and stood on the ground. Nelson, who fell to the ground, patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

"Let him go, you will know everything you want to know."

"Do you think I kidnapped a baby to threaten you?" Nelson shook his head. "Then let's say I kidnapped a baby, by the logic of a mean kidnapper...you tell me everything I want to know, Then you'll see him."

Andros's eyes were split, he stood silently in place, Nelson looked at this tall man, he was as wide as the door, and the exposed skin was as hard as a fossil, just standing there wrapped all Nelson in the shadows. , his posture makes it hard not to wonder if he is related to Hagrid, and his skin can even bounce weak magic like Hagrid, which reminds people of the mythical Hercules Hercules, unfortunately, is a raunchy version of the savage.

Nelson shook his head, obviously not, Hagrid was a half-blooded giant, and Andros was just a stronger human.

He lowered his head and remained silent. After a while, the baby's cry kept getting louder and louder in his ears, his shoulders slumped weakly, and he said heavily:

"go ahead!"

"I do what I say," Nelson nodded. "Why do you think the priestess is dead?"

"Why am I... um? Why are you asking this question?"

"What do you think I should ask?"

"Shouldn't you ask me where I hid all the people in the city?"

"Didn't you take me to see them in person just now?"

"…"

"Okay," Andros seemed to be persuaded by Nelson. He nodded and said, "Pitia and I had a brief relationship more than ten years ago, on a small island."

"Thirteen years ago, in Sicily, you and some other wizards lived and studied there, studying magic, among them Pythia and Helbo," Nelson added details for him, "say something I don't know, just start with How did she start dying?"

"I understand," Andros glanced at Nelson angrily when he heard Haierbo's name, but bowed his head and said in awe of the hostage in his hand, "It was thirteen years ago that the volcano erupted, and it was in the lava. The island was quickly turned into a white field, and we boarded a boat made of olive tree wood and escaped."

"Olive tree..." Nelson remembered the brief conversation between Andros and Pitia, "You continue."

"That ship was built by a mutual friend of ours, Kaurion, and was big enough to accommodate all the people on the island," Andros continued, "but Hyerbo was a misfit, and now I think, maybe on the island He was already brewing his evil plan to rule the world when he went to school, and he insisted on leaving alone, not wanting to find a new home with us."

"Well, it sounds a lot like his style of doing things."

"Pitia was a little girl at the time, and she had an incomprehensible fascination with this guy who went to the island with her," Andros narrowed his eyes, making the pair of little beetles slender, "Herpo insisted. He asked her to follow him, and threatened that if she followed us, she would be shipwrecked, she also wanted to follow Haierbo, so she boarded his sampan."

"Shipwreck..."

"Pitia was a prophet, she once made a prediction about herself - she would die in the sea, so Haierbo kept her from touching the sea," Andros recalled, "coincidentally, they were in one They were washed up on the island in the shipwreck, so Haierbo has repeatedly emphasized that they have overcome the prophecy and have survived the shipwreck, and their exposure to magic began in the shipwreck and ended in another shipwreck."

"So you were really shipwrecked?"

"That's just Haierbo's madness. He will only do some incompetent and furious curses. Almost every one of us has been cursed by him," Andre's face showed a trace of sadness, but it was quickly covered by him , "their sampans that were shipwrecked, we walked opposite each other after going to sea, they went west, we went east, just after we separated for half a morning, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared on our west side, and the sea was swept away by the cyclone. Going to the sky, standing like a wall in the sky... We have different opinions on this, some people think that it is because of Pitia's prophecy, where she is, there will be shipwrecks, but I think that is just the evil result of Haierbo's willful actions ."

"So you thought she was dead based on a tsunami?"

"No, we saw her die with our own eyes," Andros clenched his fists and shook his head, "Kaurian, the shipbuilder, saw the changes in the sea to the west, and felt that Haierbo's sampan was completely unreliable. Couldn't protect him and Pythia, so made a small boat out of a few pieces of wood, wanting to rescue them, he let the boat continue east, and stopped when he encountered the first island, he would take Haierbo and Pitia came back for us...they eventually came back, but a week later."

"It doesn't seem to be a good sign."

"That's right," Andros lowered his head, his voice a little low, "the only one who came back was Haierbo, who rode a sea snake and dragged the wooden boat that had been smashed to pieces, with Pythia and Kaurian lying in it. On the two boards, he said nothing, buried Kaureen in the natural harbor where we were at the time of the ship, and dragged Pythia's body away."

"Are you sure she was dead at the time?"

"Can't I still see the difference between the living and the dead?!" Andre roared, but was firmly held down by the cold hands on his shoulders. After struggling fiercely for a while, he sat down in a slump. ground, murmured, "I'll never forget Pitia's eyes, she didn't close her eyes till she died, those lightless eyeballs as flat as a dead fish, seaweed hanging on her favorite dress , A week ago she was still sending us the blessing of the prophet, but she died in the shipwreck she predicted! Even if it is Haierbo's lackey, why can you ask such a thing so coldly?! Why can he Crazy enough to play with a girl who loves him and even died because of him?! Huh?"

"You'd better be calm, invincible Andros, don't show your ankles," Nelson frowned, "First, I'm not Haierbo's lackey, and second, what I saw and you On the contrary, are you sure that the woman you just brought down is a corpse?"

"It must be some sorcery that Haierbo used, you evil villains, devils..." Andros's voice became weaker and weaker, because the hands on his shoulders suddenly became cold, making his whole body stiff, "What else do you have? Can't be used?"

"Looks like we can't communicate on an equal footing," Nelson asked calmly. "Next question, who told you about Delphi? According to your description, the Caurian was thirteen years ago. Died. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Hehe," Andros raised his hand and pressed the hands on his shoulders, he felt the coldness and hardness of them, it seemed to be a pair of armor, "knowingly asking... Of course, Haierbo himself told me, he rode a dragon , destroying our city-state with those disgusting corpses and rotting souls, forcing us to flee underground, and then telling us that Delphi was his beautiful sunny city-state set aside for Pythia, before that , Delphi... Hehe, because Apollo, who believed in there, took into account the authority of the God of Prophecy, and when he showed his minions for the first time, it had already become a dead place! He had done evil for thirteen years, and the place had been desolate for thirteen years! Do you think I'll be fooled?!"

His description was completely contradictory to what Nelson had learned. Nelson stared into his eyes, trying to see through his lies, but even if he used Legilimency, he did not perceive any evidence that Andros lied.

The temperature suddenly turned cold, and the lights of the ore on the street were extremely dim. Nelson raised his head and found that the distant horizon was already boiling with monsters in the clouds.

"Sure enough, you brought them," Andros broke free from the restraint of his armor, and a strong light burst out from his hands. Even Nelson, who was holding a wand, had to retreat. He picked up the collapsed Pythia and jumped up. Entering the hole, "I won't let you succeed, I will avenge that child, I swear!"

Nelson looked at the sky calmly, conflicting facts clashed in his mind, he didn't care what Andros said.

"Even if I put Pitia in the box, you can find her, can't you?"