My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

Nelson braked abruptly, and the heavy wooden box behind him slammed heavily on the ground. He turned slightly sideways, dodging a dark spell that was difficult to detect in the dark. The dark green spell shattered the stones at his feet, and suddenly Bouncing up, like those monsters in myth that would split into countless clones after being defeated, green arcs of green arcs sprang out, and almost instantly weaved a dense and disordered web on the ground.

Nelson frowned, turned over, his arms propped up on the wooden box, turned into a sensitive white cat before the bouncing curse strangled him, and turned into a phantom rapidly approaching the city wall in the gaps in the network. , the magic spell penetrated the white cat's chest, but it only flickered for a moment, and the body became illusory and transparent, easily dodging the attack that could be called mortal.

In the next second, the wooden box and the surrounding roads and trees were engulfed by the dark green arcs, and there were overlapping mourning sounds in the already lingering forest. The moment Nelson returned to human form and landed, an uncomfortable green light shone in the canyon. When it erupted, the sky’s rays of light almost dyed the dark clouds green, and also illuminated the ghosts who were hiding in the clouds and staring at Nelson with greedy and hungry eyes.

Nelson fell to his knees, raised his right arm holding the wand, covering his eyes, and a lingering spell shot from the blind spot to his back, but was blocked by him with a deformed shield.

He stood up straight and turned around. The forests on both sides of the road had completely turned into dead wood. With the magic spell as the center, there was no longer any anger left within a few hundred meters. The wand shook, and a silver The chain shot from the wrist to the wooden box behind him, tying it tightly to Nelson's side, and carrying it on his back again.

"Despicable Haierbo."

Nelson raised his head, his calm eyes reflected the rampant figure of Haierbo, the head of the city. He opened his arms, and his robe was stirred in the wind caused by the spell, like a big bat pounced on his prey, and the remaining light and shadow cast a shadow on him. The layer of dangerous green, he did not take the opportunity to attack, but enjoyed the moment of looking down at Nelson condescendingly, it seems that when this layer of halo dissipates, he will truly show the power of absolute control over life when he merges into the darkness.

"You're actually here to guard me."

"Guess how I knew you would be here?"

"I guess you'll tell me that you won't give up any chance to triumphantly declare your achievements."

"Do you think that if you give up the lives of those mortals and use them as bait, the great Lord Haierbo will be fooled?" The group of snakes rained down from the tower, and they cluttered up on the ground. Figure, his voice was as sharp and piercing as the loyal dog of the villain in all stories, and he let out a strange crow-like laugh, "Your wishful thinking has failed, Lord Haierbo never cares about those useless garbage and careless people. A loser who escaped."

"Wow wow..."

The rain got heavier and heavier. The torrential rain almost completely blocked Nelson's sight. Except for the proud figure standing on the top of the city, he could hardly see anything. The sound of the rain falling to the ground gradually became louder, every drop of long "raindrops" It fell to the ground with a clatter, and Nelson saw it clearly. It was a grinning snake.

"We have already laid a net here," another voice came from not far behind Nelson, he did not turn his head to observe, because he knew that it should be another similar subordinate of Haierbo, "This is a trap that is enough to strangle the gods... We have power that you can't imagine, knowing that there is only one gap here to die, hehe, you can't escape, the triple great Hermes"

The slightly upward tail sound made Nelson feel a kind of physical disgust. He ignored the provocation of the wizards behind him, and the wizards who stood up from the group of snakes that fell from the rainstorm. He just patted the wood behind him lightly. box, staring at Haierbo in the rain curtain.

This is the most dangerous death situation he has encountered since he came to this world. There are no opponents who can release water, no surprise soldiers who may come to the rescue at any time, no position to walk away, and no rare treasures that can play a miraculous effect. There is no confidence in defeating a strong enemy.

All he could rely on was the wand in his hand, the "hostage" on his back, his knowledge of Haierbo, and the figure who walked out from behind Haierbo and stood diagonally behind him!

"Slaughtering the gods, what a joyful and beautiful thing," Haierbo raised his arms high, his simple movements could even trigger dramatic changes in the sky, and a huge vortex that could swallow the mountains slowly formed in the clouds above him. Nelson couldn't imagine how much power he had stolen from the virgin land of death, so much so that the dark cloud of death was brewing between his gestures, "Even if you only stole the name of the god, you are worthy of me to ascend the god's long steps. The first sacrifice, you boring people, why don't you have the courage to embrace greatness?"

"Do you think you're great?" Nelson said following Haierbo's words. Without Alexander's assistance, he could only analyze the battle situation with his own eyes, and he needed to try his best to delay time. "This is a very novel point of view. , Haierbo, maybe we can communicate."

He wiped the rain on his face, Haierbo was extremely satisfied with this weak appearance that even the weather could not resist, and Nelson added: "Since you think you've settled on me, you shouldn't mind letting me die to understand. ?"

"My faithful friend Igor Karkaroff told me that procrastination brings variability," Haier laughed, mingled with the "hiss" of snake language, "but I don't care, in absolute In the face of the power of the people, the so-called variables can only be adjusted before meals, I might as well show you your stupidity, so that you can recognize your own inferiority."

Nelson lowered his head, hiding his twinkling eyes. When faced with a twisted soul that is entangled with conceit and inferiority, you don't have to do anything. The conceit it tries to show will evolve its own victory.

"Of course, what he said is also very reasonable," Haierbo said, revealing the joke after he succeeded, "I will tell you little by little what you want to know while torturing your soul. "

Nelson raised his head, a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes. Seeing his changing expression and the spell he had interrupted in his hand, Haierbo showed a satisfied smile and looked at Tom behind him with praise.

"The person who is destined to bury me? Are you worthy?" Haierbo repeated Nelson's self-introduction in an exaggerated tone. Amidst the laughter of the servants, he waved his hand, like a schizophrenia, and instantly changed to a pair of In a cold tone, he commanded condescendingly, "Kill him."

In just an instant, those wizards who had been waiting for a long time like hungry and thirsty jackals who smelled blood rushed towards Nelson from all directions. Weird spell-casting implements, chanting the exact same spell, and dazzling green light emerging from all sides of Nelson, at this moment, a wonderful connection developed between Haierbo and his enslaved soul, the spell he only created not long ago. The first time he was shown to the world, it was a small test with an enemy he had been terrified of for a long time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The voices of men, women, old and young reached Nelson from all the places he could hear, and the spell that would terrorize everyone for thousands of years completely drowned Nelson. .

"This is a beautiful story, Hermes, my old friend, Arvada, who thinks himself righteous and right, challenged the great me," Haierbo loves green, and loves him even more The wonderful scene where the disgusted opponent is wailing death in the green species, he waved his wand like a conductor, and chuckled, "I made this beautiful wand out of his arm bone and tried it on him countless times before I got it. The spell he cast killed everyone he cared about, do you like the story?"

He looked silently at the place shrouded in magic light, and shook his head: "It's boring, the dead don't know whether they like it or not."

Nelson's eyes widened, all the angles where he could Apparate were blocked by the Death Curse, and escaping to a farther place was also difficult to achieve due to the space distorted by magic, the light became more and more exuberant, in a more dazzling way. The way dragged the sky that had been blackened by Teck for three years into the green day.

"Wag your tail and beg for mercy, Hermes!"

The folds of dark clouds piled up like huge mouths that swallowed everything. Haierbo's arrogant laughter came from these mouths. Suddenly, a natural vision, lightning and thunder, green thunder turned into ferocious strips. The giant snake, hanging from top to bottom from the sky, squeezed the sky that was already cramped due to the natural moat, making it hard for people to breathe.

"Fate is on my side."

…

Dumbledore rushed to Grindelwald's side, standing behind him, his blue eyes had been dyed green by the light pollution in the canyon.

"His..."

He took a deep breath and murmured, "Is this what he experienced... what happened?"

"We have witnessed the birth of the Death-Slaying Curse." Grindelwald suppressed a tremor in his calm tone. "For a dark wizard, this is no less than the fact that you actually bought a pair of trousers worn by Merlin at the stall."

"How can I let him bear this alone?" Dumbledore shook his head, unable to bear to look directly at Nelson in the center of the light.

"Are you a prophet? Do you have as much magic as silence? Do you have the ability to create a time-turner?" Grindelwald shook his head, "You can't, so you can only let him bear it alone, staring Eyes, Albus, see his spellcasting habit."

There was no response from Dumbledore in his ears. Grindelwald blinked and found that he had appeared on the head of the city-state of Tekmon.

"You are really an actionist."

Grindelwald curled his lips, as if they couldn't really fit into other people's stereotyped memories, and the memories couldn't really hurt them, he took a step, letting the light of the Life-Slaying Curse coincide with him and head towards Nelson's direction. As he approached Nelson, he also heard a grumble from Nelson.

"I must tell Professor Dumbledore and let him deduct your salary for a hundred years," Nelson gritted his teeth and stood in the cluster of light fused with the spell, the nearest death spell was close to his forehead, "You killed me Too bad, Tom!"

Haier must have left a deep impression on Dumbledore and Tom, two people he had never heard of, so that he still remembers them firmly two thousand years later.

Unlike Dumbledore, who was concerned about Haierbo, he was more curious about how Nelson solved this dead end.

Grindelwald blinked, and he saw something useless to him emerge in Nelson's hands - the one inlaid with amber, given to Nelson as a birthday present, and handed by him in Nurmengard. A walking stick engraved with reusable Portkey Rune.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. It was more than two thousand years ago, but there was no Nurmengard, and it would not have brought Nelson under the statue of Pitia in front of the black tower of the Nurmengard Library.

But Nelson seemed to have nowhere to go, raised his cane, and whispered the priestess's name just as he usually "goes home".

"Pitia."

The next second, the green lightning of the Life Sucking Curse hit his chest, and Grindelwald opened his eyes wide, not wanting to give up even a momentary detail.

The spell penetrated his body without hindrance, but a second before it took effect, the surface of the wooden box on Nelson's back lit up with the same pattern as the Tower of Babel on the cane, which Grindelwald did not recognize. This kind of magic, the rune hidden in the pattern lines has a quaint taste, he carefully analyzed the meaning of the rune - during the casting of the magic, the person who made the contract bears all the magic damage suffered by the caster. .

This is the magic that Nelson dug up in the old papers of the history of magic. In the words of Professor Binns, "this magic is useless after the end of the Middle Ages". It is as old as Lily's spell to protect Harry Magic is more resistant than black magic, but its conditions are harsh enough, which is the biggest reason why it cannot be reproduced - it needs the heartfelt approval of both parties to the contract.

"This kind of pure loyalty no longer exists in our current era. There are no more knights who are foolishly loyal to their lords, and there is no opportunity to use it," Professor Binns described it. "I don't know what this thing is. It has been used successfully by others.”

At this moment, with the cane and the inscription on the wooden box as a link, a slender but tough passage opened between the souls of Nelson and Pitia.

Just like the sight of the basilisk will only petrify the almost headless Nick, Avada Suomin, this simple and rude black magic that can knock down the person who is hit directly to death cannot make the person who has died no longer. die once.

This is exactly the "masterpiece" of Haierbo's crazy attempt—

Pythia, immune to death.