My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

In the corner of the eye, Nelson saw the emerald green vine man rushing up from his feet, followed by the spear, and seemed to charge with it.

"I know you can hear me, I apologize for my recklessness and suspicion just now," Andros's voice sounded from the mayfly in Nelson's ear, "You saved a young life, and I will repay you."

"Hide below." Nelson waved his wand, the rock completely sealed the hole just now, and stuffed the vine back, "It is more useful to keep this city-state than to die."

He jumped, and a silver falcon with spread wings appeared under his feet, rushing towards the landing point of the spear.

The spear was inserted into the dragon's throat, causing an earth-shattering explosion and vibration. The dark clouds that covered the sky were also shaken by water-like ripples. Stored in the city-state on the first floor.

It whimpered, its body struggled and flapped its wings, but it was unable to resist the gravity of the earth. Its head and body fell to the ground one after another, but these two parts were still struggling. Under Haierbo's curse, it could not survive or die. Must not.

In the rain of blood shed by the dragon, Nelson saw Haierbo's face.

His youth was unfamiliar to Nelson, and he did not have the exaggerated makeup of the villain who destroyed the world, nor did he see the madness that filled his eyes two thousand years later.

The moment he observed Haierbo, Haierbo also saw him.

Without declaring war, without bowing, or even without rules, the spell slammed into the clouds in the most primitive and crude way.

"Who are you?"

"I am the one who came to bury you with a mission."

Nelson's eyes and Haierbo crossed in the air. Under the pouring of magic, he could no longer maintain the deformation of his clothes. The overcoat with an advanced shape was flying in the wind. Nelson pressed the brim of his hat and raised the corner of his mouth, "I am yours. Death Omen."

The scene in front of him became dazed, and he remembered the moment when he parted with Tom.

…

"After I defected to him, you must make good use of the time I bought for you," Delphi, before leaving Tom clasped Nelson's wrist, said in a deep voice, "I thought that the most important thing after we traveled through the ages is the time, but now it seems the opposite, I don't know how long I can stay there, but don't worry, I'm the best at dealing with people, and if it's an emergency, I'll draw his attention to Principle Delphi place, to buy you as much time as possible to find his weakness."

"I don't think we should," Nelson retorted. "We can't put this era aside. Hellbo of Greece is Greece's enemy. Our Hellbo is our enemy. If we don't show up, won't they be able to defeat them?" Is he? On the contrary, it may be because we completely held Haierbo in our hands that we lacked the help of more people, and finally let Haierbo win in this era. With our participation, history has become a A story with an unknown ending."

"Then what should we do?" Tom shook his head, his tone a little anxious, "Even if I try to gain his trust as much as possible, it is impossible for me to guide him into a good family man who loves magic and baking."

"You restrain his judgment," Nelson's eyes lit up. The last time Tom saw such a gaze was when Nelson started this journey of time, "I will restrain his target."

"Target? You plan to—"

"That's right, Tom," Nelson nodded, "I'll create an opponent that terrifies him, kills mice, and can't beat him, although we don't know much about him."

"But he knows nothing about us."

Firm eyes collided in mid-air, and a crazy plan began to be born rapidly in the shadow of the dragon swooping down.

…

After many days, Nelson finally knew what Haierbo feared the most, which was hidden in his desire for longevity and the most inconspicuous but fatal weakness in his pursuit of power—destiny.

The plan should have really started after Nelson took Pythia to look for other wizards, but the longer the time, the more variables. Haierbo's minions are sharper than human eyes, and they are everywhere under the dark clouds. Even lurking in the mud on the side of the road, Nelson wasn't sure when he would attract Haierbo's attention.

But since Haierbo suddenly appeared halfway through the placement of Andros, he didn't know anything about himself. Although he was still a mystery to Nelson, compared to zero, the lack of information was enough to be called Shanghai. , Nelson chose to stand up at this time, this is a tactical intimidation, he will play Haierbo's nightmare!

"I am your doomed nightmare, despicable Haierbo!"

With the help of the mayflies that spread in all directions, Nelson's voice resounded in Haierbo's ears like Hong Zhong Dalu. He did not understand the meaning of Nelson's unique self-introduction, but he was extremely sensitive to the word "destiny".

It's now! Taking advantage of Haierbo's stunned moment, Nelson, who passed by him, clasped a small silver ball on his wrist.

There was a hint of surprise in Haierbo's eyes. He rubbed his sore wrist. A spider-like silver device was firmly attached to his vein. The six metal legs were spread out to form a suction cup. The needle easily pierced his skin, pumping something into his veins.

He lowered his head, and the blood vessels from wrist to elbow were filled with foreign material, bulging like a snake crawling under the carpet, and he could feel the magic power piercing his heart down the blood vessels, restraining him. life, but Haierbo was only surprised for a moment, then raised his wand and nodded on his shoulder before the foreign object spread to his shoulder.

A black light of annihilation flashed, and the connection between Nelson and the mayfly on the back of Haierbo's hand was cut off. He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, stepped on the silver falcon under his feet and swept back, and opened the distance from Haierbo in an instant.

The black mist that burst from Haierbo's shoulder was reflected in his pupils. It was a rich death that no one dared to touch. Nelson's heart trembled. The arm is gone. Could it be that his control of the spell has been so precise? Only bring the tiniest mayflies in the blood vessels to death, but do no harm to their own limbs?

Are your usual impressions wrong? Haierbo is not a gifted and powerful faction, he has become a meticulously crafted technical stream after only ten years of practice?

"Try my spell, how about it?"

Haierbo's face was still confused and even a little blank, but the bloodthirsty in his eyes existed all the time. He raised the wand in his hand and pointed at the dark clouds behind Nelson, a black lightning bolt. With the swing of the wand, it hit Nelson and turned into a jet-black poisonous snake the moment it approached him. It bit Nelson's wrist with one bite. Then, the whole body collapsed and poured into the wound pierced by the fangs.

He lowered his head, stroked the wand that still had burrs in his hand, and sighed, "This thing works really well."

It was only with his touch that Nelson's early scars finally emerged. The wand broke at the root, revealing a mirror-like stubble. He didn't even know when Nelson cut the wand. His "despicable" nature drove him. Hiding in the dark clouds, the two cautious wizards invariably chose to distance themselves after a brief confrontation.

"The idea is good, but the effect is not good."

Nelson endured the pain that was devouring his heart. Haierbo picked the exact same position where Nelson had attacked him before. A green ouroboros slowly appeared on Nelson's wrist, and the voice that did not belong to Nelson appeared in his Sounded in his mind, his vision quickly became blurred, and it was covered with blood from time to time, but his face still had that calm expression, the magic power of black magic clashed fiercely with the power of the Patronus in his veins, Haier Bo has not yet mastered the most powerful and forbidden spell of Avada Suomin, but this also means that the counter-curse against it has not appeared in this world.

He lowered his head, his eyes were hidden behind the drooping hair, his fingers without the slightest trembling slowly brushed Haierbo's mark, and at his fingertips, a wisp of red flames trembled, and the poisonous magic was flowing. As the blood vessels spread rapidly, he had a deeper understanding of Haierbo's talent, and he was more in awe. The form of this magic was exactly the same as the mayfly just now. In a short moment, Haierbo had already imitated it.

For him, magic is really like the beach after low tide, and he can pick up beautiful conch shells just by bowing his head.

Fire is the magic that Nelson is least good at and most resistant to. This instinct may have been deeply engraved in his body when he woke up in the fire of Paris, but the most suitable and quickest spell at this moment is to breed. The fiery curse of that fire, and he could no longer lock it in Alexander's core, which was sealed off by layers of steel, instead he needed to liberate it and control it.

He suddenly regretted that when he was learning magic with Grindelwald, why didn't he learn about the control of Fiery Fire in detail, but now it was too late, the small silver ball in his sleeve slowly melted, and the silver liquid ran down his fingertips The drops fell around the flames, and the black walnut wand trembled violently, controlling the dripping liquid to slowly condense on the surface of Nelson's skin, forming a "maze" like an integrated circuit.

The transformation of the human body was completed in an instant. The burning skin and flesh turned into pure running water, and the remaining toxins were volatilized in the blink of an eye. Nelson clenched his fists. He got up and roared towards the dark clouds above his head, like a little spark falling into cotton wool, spreading rapidly in a thunderous crackle.

Immediately, the sky behind Nelson was dyed a magnificent red like a burning cloud, and he finally restrained the pain and rushed out of the flame with the silver falcon. Haierbo's eyes widened, and the next second, Nelson's **** arm It had already appeared in front of his eyes, and the spilled blood beads obscured his sight. He didn't even have time to react, only to see Nelson's wand wrapped in silver parts, and then there was a hint of coolness in his throat.

A shocking blood-colored necklace bloomed on Haierbo's neck.

His pale face suddenly turned ruddy, and even turned red along with the root of his neck. Blood poured out from the wound on his neck and gradually merged with Nelson's blood stains there. The sweet smell of blood filled his nostrils. He felt an uncontrollable impulse in his heart—that person had something he thought about day and night! The thin but real white fog in the blood, he tried his best to find a source in Delphi, so as to maintain the fog well of Pythia's soul:

die!

Nelson stood on the back of the falcon and looked at Haierbo's horrified and twisted expression. He knew that his goal had been achieved. A slight burning pain came from his little finger. He lowered his head, and Auschwitz's Haierbo Horcrux remained. The brand of the Ouroboros beneath it instinctively appeared, swallowing up the magic power that remained in the fiery fire and that was homologous to it.

Nelson narrowed his eyes. He had never heard that a Horcrux could devour the magic power of the body. This might become an unexpected weapon.

Haierbo also felt the conflict of the magic power, and a puzzled expression climbed up his face. He looked at Nelson, who was completely different from him, his hair stood on end, and a thought that made him extremely terrifying suddenly rose in his heart.

"Why does this man have my magic in him? It even smells of my soul," his eyes turned red in thought, "Why does he know my magic so well? Is he really destined to be buried? my people?"

His mind began to think rapidly, and the more he analyzed, the more he dragged himself into a vicious circle of fear. He didn't know that he would fight Nelson many times in the future, much less that he One of the Horcruxes will leave marks on Nelson's fingers, and the more he looks, the more he feels that Nelson is destined to be familiar, and Nelson's crazy "Death Star" declaration becomes more and more under his own filling. Real, hard to shake.

Just as Nelson was about to chase, the dark cloud suddenly dissipated.

The dementors in the clouds fled to the distance under Haierbo's order before they even had time to appear. The sun was shining on the ground, and it was dry rain.

"The effect is outstanding."

Nelson made a note in the small notebook, still maintaining a nonchalant expression on his face.

…

Berlin.

Grindelwald appeared behind Haierbo once again. He had done this kind of apparition countless times. The elder wand poured out fiery flames, swallowing Haierbo's figure.

It's just that this time he didn't dodge as easily as he had done countless times before. Instead, he froze in place, allowing his skin to be burned by the flames.

He stroked his neck, and a circle of connected old scars appeared there at some point.

He felt that something had changed, but he didn't know what the change was like before, or even what it was.

He watched the battlefield where only a few people were struggling to fight with him, and he always felt that there was no one left, but this person appeared in his past very clearly, but he clearly... stinging pain hit his temple, confused , The contradictory facts are like a dream, almost dismembering "he".