My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

A damp sea breeze blew from the coast to this small town on the edge of Alexandria. The dumb girl sniffed the salty and moist smell brought by the sea breeze and wrinkled her nose. She raised her head and finally made the first impression since Tom saw her. an action.

There was still no reflection of the street scene in those big empty eyes, the ugly scars still blocked her longing perception like a shackle, and she couldn't see the rare scenery in front of her—

The pedestrians on the street were frozen at this moment. They were crowded into a ball, like an ugly monster with arms, trampling on the body of the neighbor, trying their best to reach the center of the street, which was slowly melting in the red color. of silver coins.

It loses its original delicate shape like a piece of water-melting ice, and slowly seeps under the gravel pavement. The scorching high temperature melts the sand into rough glass embryos, and the melted silver is entangled with the unshaped glass. Together, black smoke emerges, and the smoke condenses into a devil-like form in the rising, twisting a perverse and terrifying smiling face, it playfully parted a claw, and shook hands with the townspeople who grabbed it. , like a busy devil, patiently and efficiently signing contracts to satisfy every hungry customer.

Seeing all this, Tom's eyes flashed a trace of unbearableness, and it fell into Haierbo's eyes. He was regarded as a prophet's hesitation about the future he had never seen, which made Haierbo's hand to manipulate it even more excited, the devil's Claws brushed people's fingertips, mixing a cloudy drop of black ink for their souls escaping under the weight.

Tom's heart fell into hesitation. He didn't know whether the scene in front of him was a historical necessity, and he didn't know what his position was. When he was in Sicily, his task was to help Nelson within Haierbo, one end of the scale. Always weighed down as a weight by best friends from the same era, he could easily value all his choices and make a unified decision.

But at this moment, Nelson is not in Egypt, and Haierbo has fallen into the shadow of fiasco. All he has to do is delay time, but the scene in front of him is constantly tearing his nerves. Their life and death have nothing to do with Nelson, nor Has nothing to do with yourself.

"what should I do?"

Tom lowered his head and looked at the right hand holding the wand. He had heard countless stories of Nelson's experiences as he traveled the world, as well as the struggles and choices he faced at the end of each story. In front of him, he, who has always been a listener, fell into confusion for the first time.

He couldn't deny that the moment he threw the silver coin, there was a condescending pleasure in his heart that made him terrified, which was different from the order in Hogwarts to let people bully the bullies , more like the judge who tried Dumbledore in Norway, and like a devil who plays with people's hearts, Tom remembered the only one related to himself among the countless prophecies he had heard so far. Lelawney may not have been born yet, so is his fate already sealed? The phantoms that came to mind while using black magic became more profound in the memory, almost no different from the real memory.

"What are you thinking? Karkaroff."

The devil rising from the silver coin has made a contract with everyone. There is no complicated magic, just a simple handshake. The molten silver juice flows on the uneven ground, forming an end-to-end face. The ring of the title was condensed and formed in the center of the crowd in the sea breeze. The dumb girl smelled the scorched smell sensitively, and twitched her nose to cast curiosity forward.

"What are you thinking? Karkaroff?"

Haierbo asked again, the fragments in Tom's mind were like sand castles washed away by the waves, he finally remembered the pseudonym he borrowed from Nelson, came back to his senses, and replied: "I was just thinking about where you are What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to test a universal moral standard."

Haierbo chuckled lightly, stretched out his burnt-covered fingers, and pointed gently at the solidified ring pattern. The melted and re-condensed silver had already been embedded in the ground, and I was afraid he couldn't get it out with a chisel.

"I've always been curious about what these mortals with empty minds are thinking," Haierbo smiled, pointed at the dumb girl who bowed her head again, and said briskly, "Seriously, the things in their minds remove those boring things. Except for the trivialities and worries that do not belong to them, they are not much more than that little thing with an empty head. They never think about the meaning of their existence, nor about their future, fate, wisdom, strength. , power... These things that are readily available to us are like a world in a mirror that they can't see or touch. That little thing is blocked from light, shadow and sound. They can see, hear and speak. , but everything but ignorance also shuts the door for them."

Tom couldn't refute either. For this era that still relied on serfs to survive, the fragility of civilization was hidden under the appearance of prosperity outlined by ignorance. He could only nod his head to express his approval of Haierbo's statement.

"Their brutality is taken for granted by themselves, while my grace is regarded as heresy by the perverts," Haier sneered, looked at Tom, and asked, "Karkaroff, what do you think is the persecution of this little thing? Is it reasonable?"

"It doesn't make sense," Tom said firmly. "It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't make sense."

"But the evil in people's hearts has no reason and no reason, Karkaroff."

Haierbo waved his hand, and the wounds that were opened all over his body poured out dark red, reptile-like icy blood that was enough to make anyone faint due to blood loss. The blood quickly condensed into a layer of blood scabs, and with Haierbo's movements, cracks opened up, and these cracks became more and more dense, like creeping snakes in the spread.

Tom hid the horror in his eyes. Haierbo's undisguised and powerful aura was even more exaggerated than when Tekmon devoured countless souls. Tom didn't know how Haierbo's body had changed, but it was obvious that the current Haierbo had changed. Compared to the wicked, paranoid, and timid dark wizard he saw when he first came to Greece, he was more like the demon king who woke up from the long sleep of death two thousand years later.

The snake shadows covering Haierbo's body became denser and denser, and finally, in the sudden strong wind, they peeled off Haierbo's body, revealing new, pale, strong, and fresh skin.

"Do they know what happened to this little thing?" Haierbo threw the question, and then gave the answer himself, "They don't know that most of the people who shaped the Kent Tanka tragedy have been quick in a few years. Aging and dying, only this lingering old thing is still peeping at his masterpiece in the gutter. They are not threatened by the lie that the princess needs to sacrifice, and they are not hurt by the curse that has no research, but they are not stingy with their own malice. , why? Wasn't it just because she couldn't hear or see? She wouldn't use curses to kill people who insulted her, she wouldn't throw her fist at them, there was no way to scold them, she didn't even know they were making fun of her , insulting her, maybe only this old guy did it at first, but they follow her even faster than people who love power follow me, can such clumsy evil still be called evil?"

"Can they get anything?" Haierbo was so excited that he couldn't breathe, and then said like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "The pleasure of hurting others? That's just a person who doesn't have any feedback. Is there any difference from a wooden stake? You Will they feel happy by beating a stake? Has their life improved? Except for one more object of pleasure, has their pig-like life changed? Whether it is material or spiritual, they have gained nothing, but still Enjoy it, this is evil, Karkaroff, evil without reason, without reason!"

"evil…"

"I've been thinking about this since a long time ago, until I woke up from thirteen years of sinking, I never understood the truth," Haierbo twisted his neck and let out a comfortable moan, the stiff joints following his movements With bangs like a snake waking up from hibernation, "I don't mind telling you about my sad, slave-exhibiting past, Karkaroff, I'm not proud of it, nor will I be It's shameful. Those years gave me the greatest education after the first thirteen years. After I drove the snakes to bite the throat of the former owner, I still enjoyed the pleasure of letting them eat his corpse. Since then I understand that I am a snake, a snake with more hands and feet, more magic power than them, and a human-speaking snake, that's all."

"…"

"Humans are just animals with layers of fake clothes. They reproduce and survive, simplifying those various desires. Is there any difference between our desire to survive and animals?" Haierbo laughed wildly, a whirlpool of dark clouds brewing over Alexandria. , "What is the evil of man? To violate the morality of those orators who call themselves philosophers, but only fool the people with their eloquent speeches? Or to destroy the morals that are engraved on the ridiculous slate, Articles 1 and 2. Two conflicting, third and fourth conflicting laws? This frivolous evil is just a concept they invent, just to cover up the animal nature that rests in everyone's heart that they can't face, I long for Destruction, desire to kill, desire to dominate, desire to fear, it won't bring me anything, but I still enjoy it, that's the real evil, Karkaroff, that's where my strength comes from, I obey The calling of my heart, chanting those violent desires with incantations, and swaying them out with the movements of my fingers, they are wrapped in the thunder of destruction, bringing me supreme pleasure, those who kneel under my feet cover themselves with a cover Get up, only fear is left, and I can use these fears to become stronger!"

Tom was stunned, looking at Haierbo, who seemed to be a different person, and couldn't think of a response for a while.

Fortunately, Haierbo didn't care about his response. He just needed an audience to share his joy, an audience to worship miracles. The snake shadow hanging from the dark cloud bit everyone's neck, but he didn't plunder anything from it. Instead, something was injected into their souls. Tom heard the dense and restless shattering sounds in a trance. They lingered in his ears, like firecrackers in the festival, but there was no trace of joy.

"You think they're unreasonable, have no reason, and make no sense, do you?"

Haierbo raised his arm, and a few broken bones flew out of the room. In his hand, he quickly condensed into the bone wand he made by himself and taken from the arm bone of the opponent. He raised the wand high and forced downward Slashing away, a violent thunder with the thickness of a bucket fell from the sky and smashed **** the ground surrounded by the silver ring.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, everything was calm, the air was terribly dull, and there was a sense of urgency to come. A silver-white balance stood quietly in the middle of the silver ring. It was exquisite and beautiful. Compared with the creation of the dark wizard, it was more Like a divine treasure.

"I won't hurt her, I won't even touch one of her fingers," Haierbo glanced at the dumb girl across the street and couldn't help laughing. In the gust of wind just now, she was out of concern for her father's catch. Worry fell on the filthy mat, she couldn't see where the fish were, and could only use this stupid way to press on them, unaware of the ridiculousness and humility of the action, "I know your point of view. What is it, Karkaroff, evil will be punished, good will be praised, their choices will be weighed in the balance, kindness to her will be rewarded for their application, and evil will and that girl will get Things are evened out, and I'm looking forward to the day when she gets her light back and she learns everything, what interesting stories will happen here."

Haierbo raised his head and looked at the coast not far away. On the edge of the cloudy cloud, several people with bird heads were slowly taking off, approaching the town where Tom was located. Haierbo shook his head disdainfully and turned back. Arriving in the earthen house, the dense net of lightning instantly engulfed the figure on the horizon.

"Visit me, you can only walk."

The door closed behind Tom, and Haierbo's voice echoed in Tom's ears.

The crowd woke up slowly, and they quickly connected to the interrupted behavior, scrambled for the silver coins that no longer existed, and could not see the scales surrounded by the middle. After noticing the sky, they did not investigate which lucky one got it. With this wealth, he fled the streets as if he were fleeing.

Tom had already come across the street and stood in front of the girl lying on the ground to prevent her from getting hurt by stepping on it. The tremor of the dense footsteps made her a little puzzled. Tom looked at her condescendingly, the dumb girl seemed to have something to say. Feeling like he raised his head slowly, his empty eyes collided with Tom's.

Tom stretched out his hand to the motionless Kent Tanka, and just as his fingertips were about to touch her fish-scaled forehead, an electric pain hit his body from his fingertips, a fleeting intensity of pain. The pain made Tang's eyes dark, and he quickly retracted his hand.

He saw a veiled, weak, tenacious spell in the girl's supposedly beautiful eyes. He widened his eyes and looked at his palms in disbelief. This spell he had never seen before gave him a sense of The familiarity of fear, as if it had been, or in a chaotic future, would deliver a fatal blow to him.

The broken rune in the girl's eyes slowly dissipated, and Tom held his hand in front of him, without even the slightest trace.

"what is this?!"

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