My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Lord Haierbo."

Tom stood in the center of the hall with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, wearing a black robe with a hood, half of his face was hidden under the brim of the hat, more like a black wizard than a black wizard.

He held a crystal ball with both hands, misty mist surging in the crystal ball, changing different shapes every moment, his exposed chin was blinded by the light source of the crystal ball Suddenly, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth seemed unpredictable.

"Are you finally willing to listen to the prophecies I have seen?"

The hall was quiet, not even the usual crawling sounds of snakes. Tom's voice echoed back and forth between the walls and the stone pillars. There were not too many doubts in Tom's question. He and Haierbo both knew it. , the question was answered before it was thrown.

"how long have you been here?"

Haierbo did not answer Tom's question. After a long silence, his voice sounded behind Tom, and he actually cared about Tom's life, "Karkaroff, do you like it here?"

"I have been waiting here for three months. Thanks to your care, the future is becoming clearer in my eyes."

Tom did not turn to look at Haierbo, but lowered his head lower, his face almost pressed against the crystal ball, and under his feet, countless snakes were silently gathering together, piling up in layers upon him. Under the palm of his hand, Tom could even feel the slippery and cold feeling when the snake letter slipped over the back of his hand. He let go of his hand and let the crystal ball fall down. He was caught by the high platform built by the snake group, and he let out a low voice. of laughter.

"Since you can see the future clearly, why don't you make a career out of it yourself?"

"Lord Haierbo, are you enjoying the power of... God that you have long held in your hands, or the process of becoming a god?" Tom lowered his head and squeezed out a hoarse and gloomy voice in Parseltongue, "Fate has already taken my The location is clearly arranged, and all my efforts are useless. In this case, why can't I choose the easiest way to enjoy it? For example, follow God before he gains power, so that on the armrest of the throne, it will also stay there. Put down my name."

Haierbo was silent for a long time. He clearly knew that this prophet, who was shrouded in layers of mist, had a kind of demagogic power. Perhaps it was a gift from fate. Bo was intoxicated and even lost, which is why he never dared to enslave Tom's soul, or even to have too much contact with him - he knew that Tom was carrying endless treasures, but this treasure was not someone who was not pitied by fate touchable.

"Fortunately, I have tried enough times, that magic will soon succeed. At that time, whether his loyalty is true or not, it will also be verified as a fact." Haierbo calculated in his heart, after thinking for a long time, He opened his mouth and said, "You should know why I am here, since you can see fate."

"I know, hahahaha..."

Tom's laughter reminded him of the old witch in the fairy tale book. Fortunately, his expression management ability was extraordinary, so he didn't let his shy look show. He stroked the crystal ball, and the mist in the crystal cluster was attracted by his fingers. Taking the shape of a ball of fermented rotten tea leaves, he cleared his throat and asked, "Have you met him?"

"he?"

There was a little more solemnity in Haierbo's tone, Tom obviously felt that the atmosphere was a lot more solemn, and Haierbo's search for "him" was obvious.

"In the days before, I would show you the burrows where the ants and worms were hiding every day, but you didn't seem to trust me so much that I didn't see it from the growing crowd. To the obvious death," Tom continued, bluffing Haierbo, "the source of all this came from a powerful enemy who had only recently emerged, and fate told me that his and my story on the peninsula originated from the same A city-state - Delphi."

"You know his details."

Haierbo said in a positive tone.

"Certainly, the triple great Hermes... His tales have been sung by me even in forbidden places."

"Hermes?" Haierbo remembered the slick **** in mythology, and his tone was a little cautious, "Is he a real god?"

"Only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, indeed, that is a wizard who is good enough to appear in the prophecy and is good at traveling," Tom wrapped the upper edge of the crystal ball with his palm, the dazzling light from the crystal The ball burst out, and his temperament collapsed immediately, recalling the appearance of Nelson pulling the tiger's skin and pulling the flag when he prophesied in the Department of Mysteries, his body relaxed, and his voice became illusory, "But that is not a god, anyone who steals the name of a **** is taboo. The fanatics will be reckoned by fate... A brewing counterattack is brewing in the north of the peninsula, trying to obstruct the future who stole your most important thing, he used the stolen power to become the master's old enemy, stealing The ability to walk through nothingness, that is the rotten soul, trying to push the times against the current!"

This is the peculiar habit of prophetic words and sentences that Tom learned from Nelson - they will equivocate everything that can be clearly referred to, but the people who believe in fate eat this way, just direct these ambiguity words to the goal. A clear answer in your heart makes it easier to gain trust.

In keeping with the rumors, he successfully shaped Nelson into a Hermes-like, fast-running, cunning wizard with two small wings on his helmet.

Tom took a deep breath. He is also a loyal fan of prophecy. Saying such words is simply blasphemy, but now is not the time to discuss sins. Tom pulled away from that prophetic state and asked in a deep voice: "You have something very important that he took away from you, didn't you?"

"Yes...that's my key to power and the door to death."

Haierbo's expression became more and more solemn, and he was horrified to find that every word in Tom's mouth could correspond to his own situation. " refers to Pitia, "stealed power" refers to the soul magic power left on Nelson's little finger that is consistent with himself, "walking through nothingness" refers to his escape route frequently avoiding pursuit and killing, "corrupted ghost" refers to Nelson's command He salivated the breath of death.

"Kaurian!"

Haierbo broke free from the trance. He shook his head, widened his eyes, and shouted a name that Tom didn't know. He found that he had come around in front of Tom at some point. On the back of the crystal ball, a pair of deep black The eyes were infinitely large, almost engulfing him, Haierbo raised his wand subconsciously, and shot a spell at Tom, who had startled him.

Tom avoided the spell just by turning sideways. Normally, Haierbo would have doubts because of his skills, but now he only thinks that this is the sixth sense of the prophet, but he is even more convinced.

"Kauryn, it's Kauryn! This dead soul has returned from the underworld to claim my life!"

Tom didn't know who Kaurian was at all, he could only show an inscrutable smile and said with a smile, "It seems that you already have the answer in your heart."

"No wonder he has the smell of death, no wonder my servant can't do him any harm, it must be him, he is unwilling to be weak, he is the undead who came to claim his life..."

Haierbo took a few deep breaths, then adjusted his state and calmed down again, so that no one could see the stormy waves in his heart. He lowered his head, the magic spell just rubbed into Tom's crystal ball, causing the inside of the smooth crystal to be densely packed. Ice cracks fill up.

"I'll find you a new crystal ball as compensation."

Tom smiled. He knew that Haierbo's trust in himself had surpassed the useful information in the previous few months, and he truly believed in his identity as a prophet.

"Is fate on my side?"

Haierbo asked suddenly.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Does it recognize what I do?"

"Fate will enlighten me, but it won't answer such detailed questions, it's just a story, no attitude," Tom whispered. "People always think that everything that is black, cold, and death is evil, Because they are confined in the shell of the living and cannot feel true greatness, isn't Zeus who defeated Cronus also a heresy in the age of giants?"

"Hmph," Haierbo nodded with his back to Tom, "of course they don't understand, they're just stupid people who follow the crowd."

"You don't have to get angry with them," Tom said. "The first task is to get back what is most important to you."

"What do you think I should do?" Haierbo turned his back and said, "Even if it is a victory bestowed by fate, I need to use the most gorgeous means to welcome it."

"You don't need the fury that he's leading by the nose," Tom chuckled. "Benefits make the most vulnerable alliances. When people think they're out of danger, they only want more. He can Without your awesome power, Lord Haierbo,"

"Um?"

"Heavy pressure only unites them, but laxity is enough to destroy their trust," said Tom, bowing his head with a sullen laugh, "that's a stranger whose weakness tramples people's help. The authority he has established, as far as I know, is your faithful servant in the direction of their progress, and his path is a steep cliff full of dangers, how can cowards who only want to escape continue to follow him? Soon it will be them The fork in the road of choice, and sometimes letting the stream flow into the river can make the rising dam collapse."

"You mean to let me suspend the pursuit of them?"

"Yes, my lord, you might as well leave this matter to me, and then in the canyon city-state where you have already set many traps, Hermes, who is waiting for the betrayal and separation, will bring your most important treasure to the door."

Tom felt a sudden tingling in the back of his neck.

"This is a necessary price, Karkaroff, to prove your wisdom and loyalty. If you are right, it will disappear."

"I'll let you see."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Fate is doomed, why should I be suspicious of the pitied new god?"

…

"That's a stranger, Andros."

The city-state "convoy" slowly moved northward. In recent days, the harassment from the dark clouds has been much less, and even the clouds have become thinner. On the platform built at the bottom of Tengman, a group of wizards are waiting to go to the top alone to talk secretly. Andros and another.

That is their most trusted companion, an old man who escaped from the former island of Sicily, and who has always assumed the responsibility of connecting the northern city-state in the dark clouds. Most of the wizards who escaped from the island were almost all sent north. The caravan” was found, and the city-state they led also merged into the crowd, except for those who had already fallen in the darkness.

"Pythia is dead, we saw it with our own eyes, Andros!"

The man pulled Andros's collar tightly, trying to pull his face to the height of his own, but the clenched palm slipped away from the supple and silky neckline. He stumbled to the ground and fell under Tengman. Fortunately, he was pulled by Andros at the moment of slipping.

The clenched fist was raised awkwardly in the air, loosening and clenching, recalling a touch he had never experienced before.

"What is this? Andros, tell me what it is?" He stared blankly at Andros' well-cut robe, his tone lowered, "Those vagabonds who trust you have given their lives to you, To our invincible Andros!"

He accentuated the words "invincible", and his words were full of sarcasm: "I remember you love animal skins, when did you put on this silky fabric? Could it be that he reaps the promise of this pleasure? Have you lost your loyalty?"

"I've never-"

"Tell me, Andros," the man interrupted, asking sharply, "why do you trust him so much? Hyerpo's attacks have decreased, and you, like the mortals who celebrate below, think he's afraid. Is it? It's a trap, a huge conspiracy, do you really think it's the **** Hermes?"

"That's someone Pitia trusted."

"Who does Pitia trust most? Haierbo!" The man lowered his voice, not daring to increase the volume, but still scolded in a roaring tone, "Have you forgotten Kaureen? He died in such a ridiculous situation. In the trust, even Pitia himself is dead, and he has been dead for thirteen years! Don't live in the past, come down with us now, and question his identity. If we can't win the trust, we will use pottery to exile him."

"But…"

"What but?"

Andros sighed, and Tengman, who was advancing under his feet, suddenly stopped. He held on to the twig beside him and shook his head. The tremor under his feet became stronger and stronger. Safer Northeast.

"He's gone, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Andros laughed at himself, "Maybe he had already anticipated this situation. Before you banished him with pottery, he left by himself."

"what?"

The man looked at the direction of the convoy and wanted to say something, but because this direction was exactly what he wanted to promote, he swallowed the words back in his stomach. He achieved the goal so easily, which made him feel like a dream. It felt like he didn't even know how to explain his mission.

"How could he? Why didn't you tell us in advance?" The man followed Andros's direction and saw a silver light that was rapidly deviating to the northwest. He muttered a few words, and finally could only spit out, "Then... Who will protect us?"

"Don't you want to exile him?" Andros gave him a puzzled look, and went down under the support of the leaves, "We protect ourselves, this is the safest way."

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