My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Igor Karkaroff... You are already in my bag."

Haierbo put a genial smile on the door. Just when the smile was at the perfect angle, the door shaft turned with a creaking sound. Tom, who was wet from the rain, pushed the door and walked in. Inside, he shook his hair, dried his clothes with a wand, and threw a bag of freshly picked herbs next to the blackened cauldron.

Tom lowered his head and his face was expressionless, but Haierbo seemed to have seen what he wanted from the bottom of his eyes, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Thanks to you, Karkaroff," Haierbo said, looking at Tom's skilled figure sitting on the stool classifying herbs, "I didn't understand the knowledge of potions at all before, but thanks to you, I'm afraid I'm in Hebrew. The injuries suffered by Hermes will not recover until now."

"You haven't recovered yet."

Tom said without raising his head, skillfully raised the fire, and threw the wet leaves into the pot. Under the baking of the flame, the leaves in the pot were gradually forced out of juice, and the smell of blood on Tom was also present. It became pungent at the gradually rising room temperature, Haierbo wrinkled his nose, and the smell of blood was sniffed by his nose. It was the smell of killing and injury, but it was quickly concealed by the pungent herbs that Tom deliberately added. dissipated.

Looking at Tom's slightly flustered movements, who thought he had avoided his attention, Haierbo didn't say much, but the smile on his face became more intense.

After putting the lid on, Tom turned around and said, "Your magic is stronger than in the Balkans, but your body is already burning like a candle in the wind, and that flame seems to be extinguished. , but it hides in your body like a gangrene attached to the bones, waiting for the moment when you show fatigue, and then counterattack."

"Do you think I'll be tired?" Haierbo looked at Tom's dodging eyes and said word by word, "I have never felt as strong as today, Hermes is indeed strong, but what he did to me Everything is deeply etched in my mind, and I revisit that experience over and over again that humiliated me, but it also made me stronger... able to draw from the strength of the enemy and let go of ego , is the root of my daring to covet the throne of God, and it won't be long before his terrifying flame will be used by me, which is why I keep it until now."

"You are a born king," Tom shrugged, noncommittal: "It's just that you still need to cultivate, my crystal ball was broken because of his divination, but he seemed to have forgotten that he still has a fatal weakness."

"Oh?" Haierbo raised his eyebrows, "Let's hear it."

"From the story of Kent Tanka, I discovered a blind spot that I hadn't paid attention to before, she inherited her name from her eldest sister," Tom took out the crystal, which had been broken into pieces The ball was glued together by Tom's simple magic, and the white mist surging in it was extremely stagnant, "There is more than one 'Hermes' in this world, at least the madman who hijacked Ms. Pitia. The only one with that name."

"Huh? Tell me what you found."

"From the known information, we can learn that his title, 'Three Great Hermes', in the legend of the group of refugees, he has three forms to protect them," Tom raised his head, The crystal ball looked directly into Haierbo's eyes, "This is the news that your friend brought back."

"Oh, hahaha," Haierbo rubbed his palms and laughed, "he is not my friend, true friends help each other, incompetent people are not even consumables, but Karkaroff, you treat me Help is real, I see it all the time, and you'll be a friend who shares the world with me."

After speaking, he interrupted Tom's topic on his own, and waved his finger to the wall behind him. In the direction his finger pointed, the pyramids were quietly sitting in the wasteland. He used a bewitching tone to draw Tom's words. Holding the big cake: "Your statue will stand in the wilderness of Egypt. It will be bigger than the largest building on this continent. This piece of land south of the Mediterranean Sea is my promise to you."

"You are wrong," said Tom, bowing his head. "I have never done anything beyond my ability. Your praise makes me terrified. It is for a prophet like me to follow the protagonist of fate and accomplish his great deeds. , is already a supreme honor."

The smile on Haierbo's face became even brighter. He foresaw the "transformation" that Tom would experience when he came back, but he did not expect that this prophet who usually wiped his mouth with honey could speak even more. Haierbo said several times in a row. "Okay", the conversation changed: "Let's talk about your discovery."

"I tried to divine the Hermes who kidnapped Ms. Pythia, the Hermes who shamelessly attacked you at a momentary profit should never have imagined that his heels were exposed among his spokespersons. "

Soon, a three-dimensional and plump secret association established by three wizards performing their respective duties - the triple great Hermes was slowly outlined in Tom's words. Haierbo was surprised by the huge size of his words. The amount of information also secretly feared for another Hermes who had not yet appeared. The bizarreness of this news also made Haierbo doubt in his heart - such a powerful and difficult opponent is a rare encounter in a century. It turned out to be a three-person organization.

"Their goal is not just against you," Tom said in a deep voice. "There will still be a battle between you and the triple great Hermes. You are life-and-death and cruel."

"yes?"

Haierbo was silent for a moment, looked at the cauldron on the fire, and said, "The water is boiling."

Tom turned around quickly, and then went to take care of his potion, Haierbo's eyes focused on the back of his head, his eyes penetrated his still thick black hair, penetrated his scalp, and was covered by the layered maze. The inside of the package unfolded like the pages of a book under Haierbo's peep, and Tom, who was concentrating on mastering the heat, seemed to have no reaction to it.

This is part of what Haier just mentioned about "drawing nutrients from the strength of the enemy". He has been able to cast spells without spells like Nelson.

Tom's heart became transparent to Haierbo, opening page by page like a book, Haierbo saw his loyalty, the ambition hidden under the words of loyalty, and his childhood from the distant British Isles. In the past, Haierbo was amazed by this ambition to travel far and wide, but he didn't mind this ambition. On the contrary, he looked forward to it. After seeing the snake shadow entrenched in Tom's heart, Haierbo was relieved.

He couldn't help but believe that Tom's memory was too detailed, and the wizarding society developed on the island that was a wild place for Haierbo became his next target.

"I thought you took a weird pseudonym just because you were inexperienced or didn't know the customs of Greece," Haierbo walked behind Tom and stood still, looking at Tom's suddenly stiff back, a smile on his face With a hint of pride, "It's not a good thing to hide and tuck. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Boom!"

The spoon in Tom's hand fell into the pot because of the trembling of his hand, and the hot medicinal soup splashed left several huge blisters on the back of Tom's hand, but Tom didn't even feel pain because of the already in his heart. Filled with fear and horror, the flame at the bottom of the pot lost control, swooped up, and flew straight to the ceiling. Haierbo clearly saw this fear, and he laughed contentedly, the great Haier. The magic created by Lord Bo is unparalleled.

"Don't be nervous, the medicine should be boiled slowly."

Haierbo's hand was on Tom's trembling shoulder, and a small green snake stuck its head out of the pot, holding Tom's dropped spoon wrapped around his wrist, the cold scales stimulated Tom's nerves, making He regained consciousness.

At this moment, it was obviously cold and rainy weather, and his robe, which had just been dried, was soaked with sweat and pressed tightly against his trembling back.

Haierbo's hands were like iron tongs, making Tom unable to shake it off at all. His neck twisted slowly like a rusty clockwork without oil, and he turned his head to meet Haierbo's playful eyes.

"You said so, Chamberlain?"

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"From now on, I'm... Chamberlain!"

The teardrop shed by the dumb girl was like a beautiful pearl, adorning Tom's fingertips. He opened his eyes with difficulty in the icy quagmire, and was soon woken up by the light reflected by the teardrops. The torrential rain turned into mud, and the dumb girl had disappeared. Tom carefully held the tear that was about to evaporate and climbed up from the mud. He didn't care about grooming himself. He held the tears and used his body to shield it from the rain. He moved vainly to the cave on the shore, and before he knew it, he had come to the edge of the dark clouds, the terrifying thunder net was harassing the earth, and several neatly arranged corpses were lying in the thunder, and the sound had long since disappeared.

Tom felt the phantom of the heart that was tightly entangled by the poisonous snake in the depths of his soul. He had already understood Haierbo's conspiracy, but it also meant that when he returned to the fishing port town of Alexandria, everything he had done would also be against Haierbo. One-way transparency, Haierbo did not hide his magic at all. He was not worried that Tom would find the shackles. No matter what Tom's choice was, Haierbo would win. This was an unavoidable conspiracy.

Tom took out the small silver ball that Nelson left him from his arms. During the escape across the sea, he threw away almost all the luggage, except for this communication tool. The last contact was yesterday, and Nelson has already started. He began to build his own army in the Balkans, and he himself was on his way to northern Europe, completing the journey that Professor Binns suggested to him but was delayed by various trifles for several years.

"Tom, if the situation isn't good, don't be rude and come back right away."

This was the last sentence Nelson left him. Tom raised the small silver ball to his eyes and tried to call Nelson for the last time, but under the blockade of the dark cloud, the small silver ball fell into silence.

Tom leaned against the rock wall, two ancient and pure magic powers sawing in his body, he must choose a side, otherwise the destruction will be a foregone conclusion, at this moment, after using the magic spell left by Kent Tanka to clear the influence of Haierbo. Escape from Egypt was undoubtedly the safest way to do it. Tom didn't have the help of a mechanical seance like Nelson to turn the tide of the battle for him. He carefully hid the small silver ball in the crevices of the rock, and gently held it with his hands full of mud and blood. The tear shed, and a long stare began.

He still can't determine whether Kent Tanka, a woman who died many years ago, exists. The rune in the tears seems to be just an illusion of his struggle. As a lurker who has followed Haierbo for half a year, he is more than anyone else. It is important to be clear about the prudence and meticulousness of this ancestor of black magic. Although escaping can guarantee safety, Haierbo, who is prepared, will definitely be more difficult than him in history. Leaving may directly lead to the failure of this war. Nelson, too, will sink in a changed history, with no way to go back.

The jagged rock wall stabbed his back, Tom's vision was blurred again by the magic tug of war, only the tears in the palm of his hand were still flashing with light that didn't know where it came from.

"Kent Tanka believed my words and accepted my request for help. Do I really want to leave?"

Tom shook his head with a wry smile, "Damn, I don't even know if she exists. This is most likely a false promise I imagined."

His eyes became dazed in the swaying wind and rain, sometimes like Tom Riddle, sometimes like the Voldemort who no longer appeared.

"Yeah... I'm the man destined to be the Dark Lord."

Awakening from the trance again, Tom's eyes became firm, but he felt that he had gone crazy.

That's right, Tom would never think that such a ridiculous and crazy plan would come up by himself. Those devotion and justice that he didn't believe at all lingered in his mind, making him sick.

"Nar... I finally broke my promise."

Tom closed his eyes, crushed the teardrops from his fingertips, the already weak spell spread out on his fingertips, and penetrated into his skin along his fingerprints, he "killed" Kent Tan The last proof of the card's existence.

"I swore to Merlin that I wouldn't have any interest in Horcruxes," Tom said with a funny smile on his face, "It's really funny, I'm in ancient Greece now, and my status is better than he doesn't know. Where is Gao, what's the use of swearing to him?"

The prerequisite for making a Horcrux is killing, taking a person's life and destroying a person's soul, but what Tom destroyed was only the obsession of a Kent Tanka who doubted whether it even existed, and the second element of the Horcrux, killing. The evil thoughts of the times also do not exist at all. Maybe this young man born in evil has the evil that is enough to subvert the times buried in his heart, but as Dumbledore said, what kind of person UU Reading www.uukanshu.com becomes is everyone's own. choose.

"I'm really stupid, trapped by a promise I imagined, haha!"

He abandoned the evil that had made his magic strong with just the slightest influence of Haierbo, and he waved goodbye to the ridiculous fate. The emotion of love swept through his whole body from his heart, which was tightly bound by the snake shadow.

The magic bursts, the natural evil is intertwined with the goodness of choice, and in the gentle soothing, the magic spell that exists in the teardrop is finally confirmed.

Out of love for her sister, Kent Tanka's reverberation chose to unconditionally believe in her last hope, even if this hope might be a hoax, and the person who brought her hope gave her all at the last moment. feedback of.

Completely different magic powers are constantly intertwined and separated. In the process of dividing and combining, Tom made his own "horcrux".

The true and false past were compiled in the fragmented and empty heart. Tom's pseudonym used for many years because of different political opinions has become a "person" with a past, thinking and future. He is a born prophet, a strong-minded person. A careerist, a real soul, he will satisfy all Haierbo's presuppositions, and the shadow hidden in his heart will give the dark wizard a fatal blow at the most important moment!

Tom waved his wand instinctively, and a cloud of silver-white smoke that he thought he would never see in his life poured out from the tip of the wand, condensed and formed while running.

He faced himself and greeted with a smile.

"Hello... Chamberlain!"