My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You beat him back?"

A lump of dirt protruded from the ground under his feet. Soon, a hand came out of it and pushed out a larger hole. Andros climbed out of the hole with a face full of surprise. He stepped on the vine. Tiao ran to Nelson and asked loudly, "You beat him? You beat him?!"

"No," Nelson jumped down on the thick rattan, his eyes fixed on a cocoon that resembled a pitcher plant cage hanging from the bottom of the rattan. Surrounded by ore, through the crevices of the rattan, you can see the dense white fog inside. At the moment of landing, his figure instantly shrank into a white cat, but the next second he turned into a half-squatting human shape again. "Is Pitia there?"

"Yes, she seems to be injured and has been leaking air," Andros jumped into the dungeon behind Nelson, grabbed Nelson's arm, and stopped Nelson's footsteps towards Pitia, and Nelson turned around. Overhead, I heard Andros repeat the question again, "You beat him?!"

"I can't defeat him head-on yet," Nelson said seriously, shaking off Andros's hand, "I just used his vigilance and unknown to create an illusion that he could compete with him."

"You beat him!"

Andros clasped Nelson's wrist again, and the question was replaced by a positive tone. Nelson felt the pulse spreading from Andros' palm to his body, and saw the uncontrollable fiery heat in his depressed eyes.

He understood that not only did he need to fabricate a natural enemy of Haierbo to buy time, but the people who were shrouded in darkness and hid underground like mice for three years needed the news of this victory even more.

There were small whispers in the cave, Nelson raised his head, the doors next to the corridors opened, and the residents hiding in their homes timidly climbed on the guardrail and looked down, Nelson and Andros's pulling had already Caught everyone's attention, these "mortals" who have no magic power and are powerless in the face of natural disasters only dare to secretly stare at their savior, the invincible Andros, and do not understand the sacredness of this intruder who can change into a cat. .

But they soon knew the answer.

"He beat him!" Andros raised his arms high, and the hair on his head stood up like an electric shock. He clenched his fists and raised his arms to shout, "He repelled the despicable Haierbo!"

For a time, the dungeon-state sank into a rock-like silence, and only Andros's voice echoed continuously between the rock walls.

In the next second, the cheers and whistles of the mountain and tsunami drowned Nelson's hearing. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the small window that had just been opened at the top of Tengman. The long-lost sunlight was shining on the bottom of the cave. Only A small arc of light is enough to make these people who have long forgotten what sunlight is ecstatic.

In the cheers, Nelson walked to Pitia's side and opened the cocoon that wrapped her. Pitia's body was soaked in some kind of jelly-like translucent liquid. The slight injury on her body has fully recovered, but she Her soul was extremely weak, like a punctured balloon, and the thin mist of loss was seeping out of her mouth and nose, drifting into the healing liquid, and then escaping outside.

"What's up with her?"

Amidst the cheers, only Nelson and Andros remained sane.

"I don't know, I just stunned her," Andros finally returned his attention to Pitia and said nervously, "I healed her injury, but she never woke up, these What is White Mist?"

"soul."

Nelson left a word and disappeared in a swirling mist.

"soul?"

Andros picked up a cloud of smoke seeping from Pitia's body, and it quickly swept away along his fingers. He looked at the untouchable mist thoughtfully, and his eyes flashed with curiosity belonging to a wizard.

…

Nelson stepped into the blurred illusion, and here he found the scene corresponding to the underground city-a pillar cast by a vine man supported the world that was struggling to survive.

Right below Tengman, Pitiya was wrapped in a few leaves, with a sleepy and quiet expression on his face.

Her soul is paler than her body, and her skin is almost transparent. Through the transparent skin, you can see the chaotic white mist circulating in the body. The mist of these souls is seeping from the thinner and thinner skin. , merged into the surrounding vast white.

This scene made Nelson a little stunned, and he didn't wake up until the little white hand stretched out from the ground began to drag his trousers, which is why his strength was weakened - the blurred vision two thousand years ago did not have the same future with him. So familiar, he will be preyed by these lost memories when he enters the illusion, and he is temporarily unable to enter and exit freely in battle, nor can he reproduce the fighting method he is good at by frequently entering and exiting to play with the opponent.

But now he couldn't care about it anymore, he ran to Pitia's side and put his hand on her forehead, Nelson was confused.

These mists clearly belong to the remnants of the dead. Why is Pythia's soul so different from his own? Nelson raised his palm and looked at his soul, which was indistinguishable from his body, and at Pitia's body wrapped in a skin bag with the Lost Mist. She should not be a living soul.

It's like an undead who has lost everything and is filled with emotions and memories that once belonged to her.

Nelson was abruptly startled and waved his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted a dazzling light, shining into Pitia's eyes.

He saw the dense, layered runes that were maintaining her existence. After recording these runes and arranging them in order, Nelson realized the great secret of the priestess, and the revelation of this secret also Strings together passages that Andros tells are very different from the stories he knows.

When these runes recorded by Nelson were combined, his fingers were burned again and again by the power of black magic, but the effect of each magic made his face more surprised.

"Horcrux... Sacrifice... Restraint... Magic similar to the chains Grindelwald put on Barry... Curse?"

It was the crudest, most outrageous, and most bizarre combination of magic related to death and soul he had ever seen. After a glass of butterbeer was poured into it, it actually started to move outrageously, and even ran at a speed of 80 miles on the mountain.

But it really ran.

Those contradictory accounts were reunited, and the stories that took place at sea thirteen years ago were gradually stitched together in Nelson's mind.

Pitia prophesied her death in a shipwreck, so no matter who she went with, she would encounter the wrath of the sea, and as she had seen in her prophecy, the waves devoured her life, and was rescued from the water by Haierbo Just a lifeless corpse.

Therefore, in the eyes of people who study magic in Sicily, Pitia is indeed dead, but in Haierbo's view, this matter has obviously not come to an end.

He recaptured Pythia's soul that was about to dissipate, and bound it in her body with the curse that was still in its infancy in the early years. There is no escape from the curse of the body.

The higher the upper level, the more evil the spells represented by these runes. There are some neutral spells in the middle, but they were soon abandoned by Haierbo. 1st Floor - Fill Pythia's soul vessel with the power of death, the Fog of Loss, allowing her to maintain her basic self.

Nelson understood that on this day, exactly thirteen years had passed, she was resurrected.

Although Pythia was too weak at this time, Haierbo still used her consciousness and memory to reshape her self. Even though she was different from the real soul, the memory was the same, and the soul was the same. The essence is the same, why can't it be considered the soul of Pythia?

He was a little hard to understand Haierbo's emotion that could not be called love. What kind of emotion was it that made him keep Pythia by his side even with such vicious and sinister magic?

He also saw Haierbo's gradual evil trajectory from the traces created by magic, which reminded him of an "acquaintance" who had never been masked, and he was also as creative as Haierbo. , the gifted wizard - Dr. Sykes.

He understood why Hyerpo loved the number thirteen, because it was the years it took him to recapture Pythia from death; he also understood why Pythia looked so much younger than Andros because of her time It had stopped thirteen years ago; he also understood why Pitia wanted to go to a sunny place, and Herpo sent her to Delphi instead of the sunny, sandy islands off the Aegean coast This city-state is often blocked by the sea breeze and rain because of the mountains, because there is a natural gap in the blurred illusion, which can continuously fill Pitia's body with the lost fog. He even exiled a group of living people here, acquiescing them to Delphi Escape, as their souls can prevent Pythia from being swallowed by Mystique.

Nelson followed his mental journey and experienced the brilliant creator's attempts to save Pythia, who gradually shifted his attention from the purpose to the change in the process. Like Dr. Sykes, in thirteen years. In the wash of time, unconsciously, his mind has been dominated by the evil magic he created, and they have become the most important thing to him.

At least now their purpose is the same - to keep Pythia alive.

Nelson picked up a handful of Lost Fog, endured the pain of them biting at his skin, spread the fog on Pitia's body, watched the set rune appear on her skin, devoured the fog hungry, and strengthened it. The "shell" that bound her memory.

He couldn't help but feel sad for this priestess who was entangled by fate, and was also caught in the tangle of whether to tell her the truth or not.

"Om..."

There was a tremor in his chest, and Nelson took out a small silver ball from his pocket and stuffed it into his ear.

"Nar!"

Tom's voice sounded in Nelson's ear, "What did you do?!"

"I just knocked down Haierbo."

"What did you do to him? Did you beat him up?" Tom's tone was very anxious. "He's suddenly crazy! He's gathering an army and going to trouble someone, and I don't think it's good when I hear it. , I thought that this person could not be you."

"Where did he get the army? Are there any living people other than you on his broken island?"

"Nar you...you bastard!" Tom's tone suddenly relaxed, "Since you still have the heart to joke, then the situation should not be serious, you should take care of yourself and don't have an accident, but I think it should be difficult for him to catch you. "

"How many people did he gather?"

"Not many people, Dementors on the whole island."

"…"

"What's the matter? Don't you specialize in killing dementors? Are you injured?" Tom said, "Don't worry, Apparate away first, and I'll find a way to help you."

"No, I'm afraid I can't go."

"You also suddenly went crazy? Did he infect you with any virus?"

"I'm in a surviving city-state," Nelson shook his head. "If I leave, they will suffer. In fact, Haierbo was brought in by me and Pitia."

"But..." Tom sucked in a breath, "There are not many city-states left now. If the entire city-state is destroyed, it will be a huge blow to us, but if it doesn't work, they can only sacrifice, what do you have? Is there a way? Like taking them into your blurry vision to hide? Or packing them up in something?"

"I'm afraid it won't work," Nelson thought for a moment, "I'll think of a way."

"I will use the prophecy to buy you three days, Gnar. He trusts me very much now, but if there is still no way, don't feel too guilty... The law of the jungle is the constitution of this wild age."

Having said that, Tom cut off the communication.

…

"Andros," Nelson said in a deep voice after appearing behind Andros, looking at the people who were still cheering above their heads, "there is bad news."

"what?"

"Hierbo."

"Is he coming?" Andros came back to his senses, "I know, he won't let it go."

"Sorry, he only discovered this place after following Pythia. Even if you hide underground, you can't escape his revenge."

"…"

"I'm sorry, your city-state is very beautiful."

"It's our city-state... I've already prepared for it, people can't hide in holes forever like gophers, it's just these people... They have just reclaimed this underground city-state," Andros lowered his head, "Can you Take some people away? The kids are fine, they're good, they won't cause you any trouble, I swear."

"What are you going to do?"

"I am here to delay the time, and the residents here will also be willing. You are the only person I have ever seen who can repel Haierbo. You saved the children in the city, and now is our chance to repay you."

"Are you going to fight with Haierbo?"

"I'm afraid I can't fight with him. If I am qualified to fight with him, we won't be lost and hide in the corner of the peninsula," Andros raised his head and smiled, " But don't worry, he won't be able to please him if he thinks about me, I dragged him last time, I used to bully him in Sicily before."

"You might as well go with me."

"People in a whole city, eating, drinking and laughing, is a problem," Andros shook his head and stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Nelson's shoulder, but his hand finally froze in the air, "Don't be guilty. I feel, how could you attract Haierbo, he has already made a note for me on the map."

"Why don't you move the city together?"

Under Andre's unbelievable gaze, Nelson raised his wand high, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly swelled, and three metal fingers thicker and slender than the vine man who supported the city-state came out from the ground.

One is covered with thick mirror-like beautiful armor, and the other two are just slender bones. The underground city-state ushered in an earthquake. People grabbed the handrails on the edge of the corridor and shook violently. , and then, a dizzying sense of weightlessness hit them.

"Or pack them in something?" Nelson smiled. "A friend of mine just gave me a suggestion, but I don't have a bag that big, and I think your home should be big enough for you. , provided that you are willing to wander, but this is so that one day you can come back under the sun."

"We... Of course we do, how did you do it? Are you... a god?"

"This is a beautiful city-state, I like it very much, but I can't let it disappear."