My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You wicked thief!"

Haierbo's roaring stopped abruptly, Aberforth squatted to the ground, did not straighten his waist for a long time, the picture frame fell from his hand, and his head was on the ground, his chest was heaving violently, and the indomitable spirit just now disappeared. Only those who were really close to Haierbo could feel the suffocating momentum. Aberforth only felt as if his soul was about to be taken away. The wooden frame straightened up vigorously.

He turned his head and looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald behind him. He finally understood what kind of pressure these two wizards who had been fighting with Haierbo from the beginning of the battle had experienced. At that moment, the omen of death It poured into Aberforth's consciousness without delay. Even a wizard who had no talent for prophecy could feel the fear of the death star hanging above his head, and the irrational Haierbo was better than his normal time. Even more terrifying, the magic power surged around him in disorder, and Aberforth couldn't stand up not only because he was overwhelmed by his aura, but also because he suffered a heavy blow from the front.

But those spells didn't seem to take his life immediately. Aberforth lowered his head. He was a little scared. When he saw the broken body, would he have a chance to finish his last words.

When he saw his chest, the carbonized dragon leather jacket was turning into fly ash and scattered, but under the fly ash was not a body full of holes, but a dazzling silver, a simple armor. Lining it in the jacket, Haierbo's spell left a pitted scar on the surface of the moon, but it just didn't penetrate it.

Aberforth raised his head and looked at Dumbledore who was slowly lowering his wand.

"You are too reckless, Aberforth," Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I caught up... But you did grow up and became more courageous."

The armor fell off piece by piece from Aberforth's body and hit the ground heavily. There was a faint groan. Dumbledore turned his wrist and conjured the same piece for Aberforth, who was still in a trance. clothes, lest he stand there naked.

"Aberforth, you made me look at me differently."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He had a hunch that what Haierbo did just now was very important, but the only person who could stand up and interrupt him was Aberforth, the "bad boy" who had never dealt with him. Supporting Dumbledore, who had lost his strength, he said to Aberforth, "That painting can actually swallow him. What powerful spell did Nelson find?"

"He just opened the door with the frame, which is what Nelson is best at, as for the other side of the painting..."

"Don't educate me, the other side of the painting is your little lover," Aberforth sneered at every opportunity, wriggling his flexible eyebrows, "when I was pretending to be Professor Albus Dumbledore, Melissa will come to your office every other day to invite you for tea, this is the magic she gave all and just wanted to drag your students to hell, isn't it amazing?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little embarrassing, until the armor that fell to the ground casually heard a weak cry.

"Albus, where are you? Come on someone and put me together," the armor groaned at Aberforth's feet, "Damn, there's a son of a **** stepping on my face and I can't see anything. "

Aberforth jumped out like a frightened rabbit, kicking the parts of the armor all over the place, which made it no longer pressed, and spliced ​​it together beside the frame. Aberforth looks like his brother's face, and the somewhat dazed armor rushed over, and immediately came to the bitter water: "I believe in Minerva's evil!"

"Professor Dumbledore needs your protection, ah, go and help!" Armor pinched his throat and imitated Mag's anxious tone, and then made a loud, jarring voice, "I'm really convinced, come here , just put the quilt on a smelly guy, I don't want every hanger you find me as handsome and charming as my brother, but at least maintain the most basic personal hygiene, is he a piece of bacon? Or a quilt Five hundred years of smoked Spanish ham? It's like I've been soaking in the old phlegm of the Hungarian wasp for half an hour, Albus, you quickly bring him here, the iron boots I'm going to use are hard Kick his ass."

Being interrupted by the armor, the tense atmosphere around him suddenly relaxed a lot. Credence, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, got up from the ground and rushed towards the blood curse that was ripped away by Haierbo along with Myrtle who did not know when. Nagini fell unconscious.

Armor supported its head with two hand armors. It still felt its head buzzing. It looked at "Dumbledore" in front of him, only to find that he had raised a hand and smashed it hard. face.

"boom!"

Aberforth walked over to Dumbledore and Grindelwald with a gloomy face and dragging the frame while the armor was crawling all over the floor to find his head.

"boom."

He threw the picture frame at the feet of the two of them. The abstract farm in the painting had completely changed its appearance. Black ghosts appeared on the magical animals that were cut into pieces by the zigzag lines. They looked out of the picture frame with their green eyes. The only complete happy home in the painting is also shrouded in haze, and two distorted shadows, one black and one red, can be vaguely seen fighting each other.

"This should be Haierbo," Grindelwald pointed to the black who had the upper hand, and said in a complicated tone, "It's really locked in... I don't know how long it will last, as for the other one, it should be Professor Sykes. ."

"It's Melissa."

Dumbledore's tone was equally complicated. He looked at the vaguely human-shaped silhouette of the red shadow. She was lying on the black shadow like an animal and biting at it, but the color was losing ground under the pollution and strife of the black. He has a little bit of human characteristics. He understands the sins that Melissa has committed, and even acquiesced to the Hogwarts students to take revenge on the professor, but he didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few years, it was already a different person, excellent The teacher of the teacher actually fell into such an end. He opened his hand and approached the canvas. The suction and repulsion hit his palm at the same time. Before Dumbledore could feel the magic, he was violently repelled and staggered back. a few steps.

"Pure and terrifying power," Grindelwald cautiously approached the canvas with the Elder Wand, his face rising with a dignified expression, "Hogwarts is truly talented, worthy of being Sykes' daughter... Such pure hatred really makes I was eye-opening."

"All her magic power and even her soul have turned into hatred. She has become like Salem, a skin with only hatred, but she doesn't seem to know who her hatred should be directed to," Dumbledore said. When he started, the armor wrapping his palm had become distorted. The moment he felt the magic power coming from the canvas, he summoned the gauntlet of the Hogwarts armor. The concave part was much more than the protruding part. Lido sighed, "Even if she dedicates everything to hatred, she can't compete with Haierbo. The evil in his soul has surpassed the sum of the souls of many people."

"Albus, you bastard!"

There was a scolding of the armor in the distance. It finally found its head. Just as it was about to reach out to pick it up, the arm suddenly disappeared. The twisted gauntlet fell off Dumbledore's hand, turned in a circle in the air, and slapped it. Greeted Dumbledore's head, then fell to the ground and crawled towards the armor.

"Ha ha."

Dumbledore covered his blushing forehead and said with a smile, "A few years ago, he and I boasted that they fought with Nelson and Haierbo using the horcruxes made by the basilisk for three days and three nights. I thought it was me and I. Minerva's 200 joke on the Quidditch pitch, I didn't expect it to be so durable."

"How long can this painting keep him?" Grindelwald asked while sealing the canvas with magic.

"I don't know." In the last picture Dumbledore saw, Melissa's magic power had been squeezed into the small building of the Happy House, which was exactly the same as Jokunda's experience on the day the Sykes family fell. Haierbo's The magic power is feasting, he is very satisfied with Melissa's pure hatred, and his soul even becomes stronger because of it, "I'm afraid it won't last long, no wonder Nelson said it is the last resort in an emergency... This is black magic, power is even more powerful. The big ones will take everything from you."

"One thing came to my mind," said Aberforth suddenly, "when you asked me to go to Nurmengard to collect intelligence, didn't I find a group of Nelson's men who sent a machine to the sky? We Can you get them to throw this painting up too, I've read some muggle scientists' books on astronomy, they say the universe where the sun and stars live is actually very cold, we send it out, wait until Grindel... sorry , when Haierbo climbs out, it will be frozen into ice sculptures, and then the ice sculptures will float all the way, floating out of the place where we are... uh—"

"Galaxy."

Grindelwald succinctly helped Aberforth to say the word he couldn't remember. Both Aberforth and Dumbledore were looking at him with a ghostly look. They looked at each other, and it was difficult to understand Green. Why would DeVo do this.

"Cough," Grindelwald explained, clearing his throat, "when Nelson maliciously absented from work and left without saying goodbye, as the boss who hired him and paid him, I have the right to confiscate the items he left behind to make up for it. My loss, there happens to be a lot of Muggle books there, and I just flipped through them when I was free for a while."

"Oh."

"Their theories are not useless. If under our leadership, these Muggles with great wisdom can create something greater. Didn't Nelson become that missionary? I am willing to give them the opportunity to contact magic. ," Grindelwald returned to the topic, "distance and temperature will cause trouble for wizards, but Haierbo is not an ordinary wizard, he can't even be called a person, these obstacles are nothing to him, let alone ... if He really has been floating in the sky, but it is a trouble to us, he can recuperate unscrupulously, digest the power that he had no time to control when he was just resurrected, and when he really returns, I am afraid that we will be completely unable to resist him. "

"And there is an obvious loophole in your plan," an unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation, and the three raised their heads. The man who silently approached them was the rescuer Nelson called, a strange guy who didn't know the details. During the battle, they were impressed by his rushing to death style of play, the man nodded slightly and said, "I am Ivy Darwin, a friend of Mr. Williams, a Ph.D. Classmates, it is the Muggle in your mouth. Mr. Williams' aircraft cannot provide the speed to escape gravity. Even if Haierbo is really frozen into ice, it will eventually become a meteor and fall... Gentlemen, I do not intend to interrupt you. Interest in science, but the lady's situation is a bit of a problem, and I think you should go take a look and discuss some more down-to-earth plans."

The three quickly rushed to Nagini's side under the guidance of Ai Wei. Nagini's condition was good or not, and it was not the worst. She was just mentally and physically weak, but what puzzled everyone was that , she appears to have become a Muggle.

There was no trace of magic on her body, and there was no response when she waved her wand. Ivey looked at her with some envy, and said, "If Haierbo really has such a way to take away other people's magic, then trouble."

"Are you all right? Nagini," Dumbledore approached Nagini, he had seen Nagini before, he had also witnessed and even helped Nelson complete the plan to help her resolve the influence of the blood curse, but at this moment, on her All traces of the blood curse disappeared, and Dumbledore knelt beside her, waving his wand to examine her body, "What did Haierbo do to you?"

"He... took my blood curse away." Nagini put his hand on his temple, his voice trembling, "I suddenly have a lot of things in my brain that don't belong to me... Yes, it's Haierbo's memory, I I could feel his thoughts at that moment, he... he felt that his past had been tampered with, and he wanted to use the blood curse to keep the real memory with me."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other, and what they were afraid of happened.

"Didn't Aberforth interrupt him just now?" Grindelwald asked anxiously.

"The blood curse...has been taken away," Nagini murmured, "the curse of thousands of years, just like that...disappeared, to put it mildly, like taking an egg from a basket."

"Can you see his memory clearly?"

"I..." Nagini pressed down on her temples, but her body soon began to tremble. Credence glared at Grindelwald, who made the suggestion, and held down Nagini's spasmodic arm. She was sweating profusely in an instant. , shook his head weakly, and said, "Too much, too long, too complicated... Sorry, I can't help it."

"Can I take a look?" Dumbledore raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "I won't take away these memories, it will permanently damage your soul, I want to take a look at Haierbo's memories, Look at what was going on two thousand years ago."

Credence stood up and stood in front of Nagini. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Clay..." Nagini pulled him away and shook his head at him with a smile, "He is the culprit who made my family suffer so much, and now there is a chance to make him pay the price, how can I not accept it readily Woolen cloth?"

In the fragments of her memory, she glimpsed a familiar figure.

"Our friend Nelson is fighting alone where we can't reach, I'm not as strong or smart as they are, but he saved my life and should do his part," Nagini held Credence "And, with you by my side, I believe in Professor Dumbledore's magic, and he won't hurt me."

Credence nodded strugglingly.

"I'll go as well."

"You—" Credence glared at the interjecting Grindelwald.

"Credence, I've never lied to you, think about it carefully," Grindelwald avoided his fist, grabbed his collar, and said word by word, "You should know the time change. What is the weapon, Nelson is fighting against the more complete him in the era of Haierbo, Haierbo has already noticed it, and tried to use the soul of the blood curse to save his memory, but this process was interrupted, and the memory temporarily stayed in Na Here, Ginny, he's been locked in a painting for a while, but when he comes back from the painting?"

"…"

"We have to race against time. This memory must be the key to defeating him. My research on the soul is much better than Albus, and I know the importance," Grindelwald loosened Credence's collar, "you are not hers. Master, don't be a fool."