My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"We will be out of the range of the dark clouds in less than two months. At that time, these victims will be able to leave the shelter of magic and head north by themselves to find a place with lush water and grass to settle down," Nelson stood on the vines pulling the "convoy" Man Ding said to Andros beside him, "Congratulations."

"Where's Haierbo?" Andros looked behind him nervously, but he didn't see anything but darkness. "We've been away for more than a month, and he hasn't caught up, which is very unreasonable."

"At least he won't catch up any time soon. That's all I can tell you, Andros," Nelson said succinctly. "He won't take action until I have a definite weakness. He's too cautious. people."

"Thanks to you……"

"But those eyes in these dark clouds are on me all the time, so instead of being here 'thanks to you', you should play your leadership and speed things up," Nelson looked up at The dark cloud, the dark cloud he was watching immediately stopped churning when he felt his gaze, and this feeling of oppression made him feel anxious, no one can remain calm when he knows that there is an entire living creature peeping over the peninsula above his head, "I don't know. How long does it take for him to find out that I am not invincible, but I believe that day will not be too far away, if we are still crawling like snails on the land of the peninsula by then, I am afraid that all the previous efforts will be in vain, you just put these people Gather together to die, a grand burial, Andros."

"I understand," Andros nodded, "I will incorporate them as soon as possible."

"The rails are no longer enough, Haierbo dare not approach, but he is sending servants all the time to attack the mayfly that destroys the road ahead, as well as rollers and slates, and the disaster victims you encounter after that may not have new towns to let them go. They live," Nelson whispered. "We need to make trade-offs, Andros, I can only allow them to follow in the back of the line, but you know, there's almost no way out."

"..."

His patron saint, the silver falcon, spread his wings and hung above the two of them, his sharp eyes piercing the mist, looking at the road ahead that was getting darker and darker.

In the eyes of the people under his feet, the triple great Hermes is again observing all things in the form of his Vaderfornir.

"Say something happy, we're here now," a leaf was dragged to the top of the tree under the control of a wand, and the map halfway through a boot was drawn in an instant, Nelson pointed to the boot A light spot in the north-central position. Above this light spot, two red light spots, one west and one east, were extremely conspicuous in the dense city-state markings. He pointed to the light spot representing himself with his wand and pulled it upwards. Pulling, a dotted line extending to the northwest spread out, "You will soon be able to leave the dark cloud."

"How long will it take?"

"You have to ask every day, I still have to tell you, I don't know, but at our speed, we will have to face the decision of going west or east in a week."

"Which direction are you more optimistic about?"

"I tend to let most people go to Larissa in the northeast, the city-state is very convenient for transportation, and it is much easier to walk than the west road, and then follow the trade road north through Macedonia and enter the territory of the Thracians, the Thracians After being expelled from the Kingdom of Macedonia, it has been proliferating in the northeastern Balkans. The shadow of Haierbo has not spread there yet. The roads and facilities there should be relatively complete. As long as they pass through the Stemon Canyon, they can be dismissed in place. Nelson turned his head and glanced at the towns that were dragged by Tengman on the rails. He shook his head and said, "Let them eat and drink on the continent of Europa, and maybe they will evolve into a new tribe. ."

"The Thracians..."

A look of worry appeared on Andros' face, "They are not a hospitable and moral people, I am afraid they will hurt our people, and I heard that they have been colluding with the Persians in the east for a long time, do we need to Occupy land for those who follow us?"

"Andros, do you think I look like a Greek?"

"..."

"Now is not the time to discuss geopolitics. Are you not afraid that after you seize their land, they will turn their heads and join Haierbo's command, and there will be a tense and exciting two-bread sandwich?" Nelson's tone was calm, even a little cold, " Have you already started planning to **** other people's homes before you are out of danger? Why don't you stay here and grab Haierbo's land?"

Andros looked at Nelson's blonde hair and was speechless by his refutation. Nelson didn't say much. He understood that even if ancient Greek wizards like Andros possessed the magic of time-honored history, they could not escape the shackles of the times. He simply stated that he was powerful, and after crossing the Stemon Canyon, his mission had been completed.

"What's more, Larissa is not a small city-state. According to what I have learned, they persisted for half a year before being attacked by Haierbo's army of Dementors. That is to say, Larissa's wizards are no better than us along the way. There are few people gathered, they retreated all the way north after the city was broken, and still retained a lot of vitality, you can consider joining them," Nelson swiped his wand, and an upward dotted line extended from the light spot representing Larissa City. "They have already arrived on the European continent and are ready to counterattack at any time, but it is too loose to be broken into pieces. I can't contact even a wizard. This matter can only be left to you."

"Why don't we follow the path they've traveled?" Andros asked the Thracians deeply, "Continue to the north, all the way out of the siege of dark clouds."

"Do you think Haierbo will let two waves of people use the same route to run out of his control?"

"Okay," Andros shrugged, "so what about northeast? You seem to have marked a line here too."

"Are you crazy?" Nelson drew a few lines that intersected horizontally and vertically on the left side of the map, which merged into a pocket and surrounded the advancing dotted line, "Did you think you only need to climb a mountain to walk from Teckmon? We Will fall into the trap of the mountains, and then stand on the edge of the plains of the Danube and wait to die, can I fly over the mountains, and then you drag the city rock climbing?"

"Then why are you drawing a dotted line here? I thought it was one of the alternative lines," Andros was a little confused. He observed for a while, only to realize that these mountains were all the ones he had been to before. But under the misdirection of the dotted line, he behaved like a foreigner with no geographical knowledge, "I remembered that the city-state there lost contact with us a month after the dark cloud appeared."

"The warm cliffs there are rich in herbs and minerals, and Haierbo's strict defense there is no less strong than that in the south, and the only pass may not be able to break out."

"Since you already have a plan, why do you pretend that there are two paths for me to choose?"

"I only gave you a suggestion of a path. As for how to go, it's up to you to decide," Nelson retorted. "The line I marked is my own."

"You...you?" Andros didn't digest Nelson's words for a while. He was stunned for a while. He recovered, stared at Nelson with a calm expression, and asked in a low voice, "Are you leaving? Why?"

"Do you think that with me here, Haierbo, who has been staring at me, will let you leave the peninsula?"

"That can't be—"

"Rest assured, I will leave these magical creations to you, and I will not call them back until you pass Stemon Canyon." Nelson's tone seemed to state a fact that was decided a long time ago, " I plan to go north."

"you……"

Andros saw firmness in Nelson's face, knowing that his determination was irreversible, he lowered his head and sighed, and said nothing.

"I bought you a few months of time, and I still say that, this is your war," Nelson didn't tell him his identity as a time traveler, but only emphasized the difference between each other, "You can't face your crisis yourself. right."

"I see."

"It's good to understand, ha, there's nothing I can do if I don't understand."

"I have another question."

"what?"

"Did you really come down from Mount Olympus to help us?"

"Huh?" Nelson turned his head in surprise and looked at Andros up and down. His hair was still so strong, like a savage, "Didn't you make up this **** triple great Hermes?"

"Ha ha."

Andros scratched his head, "I was discovered by you."

"Take this leaf away, it will tell you when you get to the corresponding place," Nelson jumped off the vine, "I'll go see Pitia, don't come with you."

……

Some people in the mobile town near the vines saw Vidfornir screeching and rushed into the clouds and disappeared, followed by a white cat jumping off the vine, and actually saw Hermes within a day. The two forms of , the news quickly spread between the chains.

Andros was an excellent leader. On the way Nelson took his city-state to flee north, he continued to accept the residents of the city-states that were destroyed along the way, those city-states that were only sheltered by some weak wizards. During the three years of darkness, he has been hiding and lingering, but with the expansion of Haierbo's power, these city-states that were previously invisible to him have also become the target of his rampage. He no longer even uses them to create dementors, but only cuts. Wheat generally collects their souls.

Andros's acceptance of these city breakers was originally opposed by many people in the city-state. Their food was very short, and even with the help of magic, they could not feed so many refugees, but Andros quickly used his behavior. Reversing people's perceptions, he arranged suitable jobs for the refugees received in the moving towns where they gathered according to the characteristics of the city-states along the way, and stipulated the total amount of labor that each city-state must provide if they wanted to stay in the ranks. Quantity, under his overall planning, not only did the expected shortage of resources not appear, but instead made this group of running cities become prosperous again.

Nelson gave him a high evaluation. He even felt that if the magical history of ancient Greece hadn't been lost so badly, his exploits on the Chocolate Frog should not only be a powerful battle wizard of the patron saint, but also an outstanding one. city-state leader.

With the cheers he was accustomed to, Nelson jumped into the deep pit beside the vine man, and landed smoothly at the bottom of the underground city-state that had been vacated as a magic factory.

He walked into Andros's former room, looked at the vine cocoon that wrapped Pitia, covered his wrists, leaned his shoulders against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground.

"Tell me your name...Outlander..."

Green wounds in the shape of ouroboros appeared on the skin that had long since recovered from the wrist, and the mouth of the snake holding the tail opened and closed, as if speaking, and Nelson's ears also sounded "hiss" mixed with the language of snakes.

"You're so brave, despicable Haierbo," Nelson's forehead was covered in fine sweat from the pain, but this did not prevent him from responding calmly in a frivolous and sarcastic tone, "You are not in your own lair. How dare you come to me? Want to know my name...you'll see it on your tombstone."

Nelson's voice and tone were received by the mayfly at hand without any change, and instantly crossed a long distance and burst open in Haierbo's blood vessels. With the help of those miniature mayflies that were not cleaned up by death's magic and self-proliferated in his body. Sounds in the body.

This was a simple test in the secret room~www.readwn.com~ but when Haierbo heard Nelson's voice sounding in his body, the unknown fear suddenly made him cut off the first contact with Nelson, He frantically scratched the skin of his chest with his sharp fingernails, trying to drive out the trespassers who thought they were completely resolved.

But Nelson's voice still came from his chest relentlessly, as if his body was breeding a soul that didn't belong to him that was constantly eroding him.

"I'll stop at Tekmon for a while, waiting for you, Haierbo," Nelson gritted his teeth and grinned brightly, as if Haierbo was right across from him and could see his expression, "ready to accept your destiny."

"Give me back Pythia, or I won't let you go!"

Haierbo threw a hurried and cruel remark, Nelson's wound on his wrist opened his mouth wide, swallowed his snake tail in one bite, and actually ate him!

The sting disappeared completely, Nelson sighed calmly, leaned against the wall, and said softly: "If the threat is useful, why do you need a wand? Haierbo, the magic you left behind on the priestess has stripped you away. Put it in front of me naked, your magic, your curse, the source of your power...I know yourself better than you."

This bland threat has achieved a huge effect. Nelson can no longer feel the magic of Haierbo's temptation. He rested for a while, closed his eyes, and entered a blurred illusion.

……

"Where's the prophet?"

Haierbo rushed out of his palace, grabbed the collar of the loyal servant at the door, and roared, "Let him come to see me!"