My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's that simple?"

The man shook his head in confusion, thinking that differentiation would be a difficult task, but "Hermes" foolishly jumped into a trap that had not yet been dug, and he didn't even know how to report to his master One of the joints, "at least the results were good."

The man who was once the leader of the Sicilian wizards followed Andros and jumped off the vine.

"Whoosh!"

The screeching sound of breaking through the air pierced his eardrum, and the man felt something hit his abdomen hard. The falling body lost its balance, and swayed from side to side in the air, making him recall the day he left Sicily. In the afternoon, a gust of wind raged on the sea in the distance.

The tenacious Tengman was held tightly around his waist, and as the man fell, his body was bent down at an unnatural angle, and the blood and internal organs were suddenly tightened. The esophagus squeezed out of the mouth, and the tip of the tongue filled with a smell of organs mixed with rust. figure.

"It's you, Rabini."

Andros's voice hit his brain through his broken eardrum, and his sanity was messed up with a beeping sound. There was no more confusion in his tone. Although he couldn't bear it, his voice was firm and unusual, "Never come here. From now on, you have always been curious about Pitia, and even though you saw her die with your own eyes, but you seemed to be sure of something, you seemed to believe the news of Pitia's death more than I did."

"I'm just for..." Rabini recalled his last sanity from the agony of chaos, and defended, "Confirm that... the malicious Hermes... what method did he use to—"

"It looks like you're dying, save your strength," Andros interrupted his intermittent sophistry, waved his hand, and a few vines came from all directions to Rabini, he sighed, shook his head and said , "I want to know, you who have always been resolute, you who have always considered yourself a nobleman chosen by God, and who threatened to take on the heavy responsibility of Haierbo, why did you give up your nobility?"

"I-"

"Forgot to tell you, since you care so much about Pythia," Andros said with a wink, "Just last night, she Awake, out of friendship between friends, she told me a prophecy, a prophecy of a respected leader who would bow down and be a slave to evil."

"I...No, why do you believe in prophecy, not your...friend."

"Oh, sorry," Andros said, curling his lips, "this is not a prophecy, this is a statement, you only appeared in Delphi not long ago, didn't you?"

He clenched his fists, the surrounding vines wrapped around Rabini's limbs, the vines around his waist slowly tightened, squeezing the last breath out of his lungs, and then, Rabini felt a pull from his limbs The excruciating pain of pulling.

"You... this is... betrayal, Ender... Ross!"

"You are betrayal, Rabini."

Andros avoided his sight and couldn't bear to see what happened next to his old friend. He was more reluctant than anyone to believe in Rabini's betrayal. He used to be so mature and prudent, so full of character and charm, but Nelson stayed before he left. The evidence given to him made him have to believe it.

"This is the last thing I can do for you," Nelson said while patting Andros on the belly last night. He wasn't short anymore, but he could still be photographed without raising his hands. Andros' stomach, "You stabilize him, I will attract Haierbo's attention, wait for the peninsula, and you will find a chance to clear it up. The next road is much smoother than what we have walked before, so don't fall short."

"This is the last thing we can do for you."

Andros made up his mind, Tengman poured frantically from behind, tangled together, forming an extremely sharp thorn, it went straight forward, pierced his chest in Rabini's hateful gaze, and picked it up. A heart full of green rune and black hair came out that was still beating with a "bang" even when he was separated from his body. In that heart, he felt the gaze watching him, as well as the warnings and threats in it. Instinct fear made it difficult for him to move, but the vine man driven by him still wrapped it according to the established action, and started its strangulation like a giant python preying on a rhino in the rainforest.

"Hailbo, you can enslave him, but you can't enslave all of us. You can enslave our bodies, but our souls will spit on you!"

Tengman is attached with the Patronus fur that Andros stole from Nelson. The rough magic power and Tengman together form a cage, which firmly binds the information and soul in Mao's heart that he is trying to escape.

At the moment when Mao's heart collapsed, Andros felt an uncomfortable feeling of being watched almost face to face. He really spit in the direction of a peep, suppressing his trembling instinct, jumped off the vine man, covered in blood and silently Entered the wizard waiting on the platform.

"Where's Rabini?"

"He has something to leave." Facing the inquiry, Andros said without changing his face, "He just dealt with a small work."

"Where's Hermes?" someone in the crowd asked, "I have prepared a bottle of new potion, which may relieve the fatigue caused by his frequent transformations."

"I want to invite him to rebuild Sicily together. It is our aim to invite all insightful wizards."

"I discovered a magic that can save the tow rope..."

"…"

"Let's talk about these things later." The so-called disintegration did not appear. Several people with different faces in the crowd looked at each other in silence. Andros ignored the enthusiastic or dissident people. He raised his hand, and the noisy crowd He suddenly calmed down. His qualifications are not old, but many days of hard work have already established him considerable prestige. "We are not completely safe. Let's talk about these things later, Hermes... He has also left."

The crowd was stunned, and then there were people's comments.

"He must have left us with Rabini."

"Andros, are you shameless? Let an outsider and an old man break the queen?"

"Aren't we going to go with a few people? At least someone has to take turns, right? Are they dozing off and fighting with Haierbo's lackeys?"

"Andros, you—"

"Be quiet, everyone," Andros sighed wearily, "he wants to ask you to protect these vulnerable people, our time is running out, starting from today, we won't stop at night to rest, we need to flee day and night ."

Just when people were about to express their opinions, the earth trembled violently, and they had to hold on to the things they could rely on to avoid being shaken off the platform. Several people close to Andros simply grabbed his robes.

Under the people's gaze, the vine man underfoot broke out of the ground, getting higher and higher, and also leaning back. The wizards quickly used magic to free the platform under their feet from the fallen vine man, and floated in the air, only to see a silver The giant broke out of the ground. It only had a right arm that hugged the mountain and was covered with metal armor. Most of its body was just a silver skeleton. The top of the mountain that it carried on its shoulders grew out of the top of the mountain that dragged them. Tengman.

"That's the city-state I've lived in for the past thirteen years."

Andros gave a brief introduction, picked up a little old man who was hugging his waist, and put him on the ground.

More of the giant's body came out of the ground, and its spine was straight, like a tower that reached the sky, a mountain that was difficult to look up to, and the scorching steam spurted out from some kind of notochord-like structure all over the spine. The legs are just two solid bones, but they bear the weight that belongs to hope and is difficult to carry on anyone.

The sound of the turbine resounded in everyone's ears like a hurricane. Its legs were slightly bent, in a semi-squatting shape, and the furnace on its chest burst out with brighter light and higher temperature than the sun, condensing into a fiery fireball in front of its chest.

"Boom!"

The giant's body shuddered violently, and the soles of its feet clasped tightly into the ground slid back into two deep ravines, but it did not fall down. The fireball on its chest burst forward, and a sturdy beam of light would instantly block the front. All the mountains were annihilated, not even the ashes were left.

This is an unobstructed passage, pointing straight to the northeast. Without the shelter of the mountains, people even saw the blue sky that was hard to cover by the dark clouds in the distance. Just one glance, I don't know how many people have tears in their eyes.

"Grab it!"

The fluctuating sound of Andros resounded through all the towns on the railroad tracks, the fireball went out on the chest of the tireless giant, the bright furnace turned into a beacon that illuminated the road ahead, and the giant skeleton made up of the vines growing out on his shoulders. The peak of the mountain ran forward step by step, and the jagged back looked even a bit tragic, making people think that it was the last chance for the souls who perished under the dark clouds of Haierbo to fight for the living.

The giant left skeleton-like footprints on the ground, leading the city-states to the northeast skyline.

"Is this... a miracle of Hermes?"

Someone in the crowd murmured and asked.

"I don't know," Andros kept his mouth shut, gritted his teeth, and looked at the dark clouds churning up due to the stirring of the giants, "this is the last and most dangerous part of the road, my friends, take up your weapons and protect our people!"

…

"Lord Haierbo," Tom stroked the scar on the back of his neck, lowered his head and said mournfully, standing in the center of the hall, "The alliance has broken down, you can go to Techmon, where you can welcome your victory."

"Is it?"

Haierbo's voice came from the darkness, Tom frowned, and secretly slandered, why does this guy always like to talk behind other people's backs, is it because he lacks self-confidence?

"My dear friend... just died. In front of my face, he was killed by the hateful Andros himself. He couldn't even escape his soul."

"I'm very sad, Karkaroff," Haierbo's tone even had a hint of sadness, "People's prejudice and misunderstanding of me make me breathless, embracing the great wise man has to suffer the bullying of mediocrity, My best friend even lost his life because of it, what happened to our world?"

"Best friend?" Tom didn't say a word, and he despised the hypocritical Haierbo even more, "I'm afraid he became a close friend because he was the first to seek refuge!"

"Mr. Rabini gave his life for his faith, and he must have been happy when he died."

Tom said in a low voice, but he secretly thought, why did Rabini die? What exactly happened? It wasn't part of the plan, Haierbo was able to see what his enslaved souls saw, and Nelson couldn't have allowed Andros to kill him for no reason unless he had a reason to do so and was able to guarantee restraint Rabini's magic couldn't get the message to Haierbo.

"As far as I know, his mission is very successful, Lord Haierbo," Tom whispered. "The thief who calls himself 'Hermes' has parted ways with Andros, and he also set up a plan for him with you. The plot is the same, I went to the city of Techmon in the northwest, and I want to escape from your grasp from there."

"Andros killed my best friend, and Rabini took good care of me in Sicily. We are dear friends and relatives, like brothers and sisters."

"I'm sorry, my lord," Tom said with a hint of sadness in his tone. "Maybe that's why he is willing to sacrifice his life for you."

"He loves me, and I can't let him down," Haierbo said behind Tom, "My servants will make him pay the price."

"You mean?"

"You go to Tecmont to prepare for me first, and I will let my loyal servant destroy the foolish people that **** Hermes tried to take away!"

"But my lord, they accelerated," Tom reminded. "It is speculated that they will cross the old city of Larissa to East Macedonia at the same time as Hermes arrives at Techmon."

He was a little tangled. Compared with Nelson's in-depth plan, he hoped that the remnants of Greece would attract firepower to Nelson. In his opinion, if the sacrifice of the Greeks could increase the probability of Haierbo's failure by even one percentage point, it would be a big profit. Yes, he just wanted a good ending, so he followed Haierbo's words and said, "If you want to avenge Mr. Rabini, you may have to split your troops."

"Those servants who are in the middle of the road are enough," Haierbo's resentment was not as high as Tom had imagined, and his prudence still dispelled his recklessness, "I will deploy some of the forces in the south to intercept them, and the top priority is to The threat of Hermes is wiped out in the cradle... This is, the war between the gods!"

The long-lost nausea reappeared in Tom's mind. He felt that he was about to vomit after hearing Haierbo's speech. He would rather let the real prophet Nelson suffer this kind of torture.

"The replacement of old gods by new gods is a cycle of history," Tom echoed with a smile, "Lord Haierbo, not to mention, it is still a false god."