My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I finally waited for you..."

Nelson looked at Pitia, whose dress was fluttering in the sky, and murmured, "A false soul can actually bloom such a real flower..."

Above the heads of the crowd,

It has no majestic momentum, no tyrannical magic, no stalwart posture,

Behind Pitia, above their heads, on the edge of the silver falcon's outstretched wings, a bright and warm sun rose, spreading her radiance on this continent that was breaking free from the eternal night.

People looked in amazement at the brightened environment around them. The snow covered the snow shimmered like diamonds in the sun. The hibernating animals in the forest woke up ignorantly and walked out of their homes in the tree holes. He squatted on the ground and stared at the sun low in the sky.

More and more creatures ran out of the forest, crowded around the humans they had never seen before, and saluted the sun with eyes that people couldn't understand. Soon, Nelson's surroundings were no longer able to settle down. Andros, who jumped from the scaffold, was squeezed by a large nest of squirrels because of his huge body. He carefully selected a space where he could land, and staggered towards Nelson in the form of a ballet dancer. It was crowded with all kinds of animals, which were covered with thick fur and appeared on the parts of the steel giant, as if they had put on a new coat of precious fur.

The light was even more intense, the sun's rays had already shone on almost every land in northern Europe, and Nelson stared at Pitia's dancing figure, at the silver steam spiraling around her, as it gradually became condensed. In fact, he couldn't help but think of the time when he was learning the Patronus Charm. Times had changed, and he had almost forgotten what he was thinking at the time, but the satisfaction filled with happiness was something he could never forget for many years.

The temperature she sprinkled was not much less than the real sun, the ice and snow melted, the gurgling stream made a ding-dong drum, the moss on the winding river bank was waking up, and the melting snow did not follow their old path. Following the road plowed by the mayflies on the ground, to send the news of the New Year to the frozen northern Europe, the tidal flat under Nelson's feet was quickly covered by stagnant water. In the water, standing still, this state of vigor and competition made the corners of his mouth rise, and the frost on his eyelashes melted, blurring his vision, but he just smiled and kept mumbling and repeating The same sentence: "I finally waited... I finally waited..."

Among these magnificent miracles, only the silver falcon carrying Pythia and Nelson standing on the beach immediately felt her weakness. In Nelson's eyes, Pythia's original clay shell like a clay statue It was broken, and the deep and shallow cracks tore her beautiful face. She was like a delicate porcelain vase that had just been excavated from the ground. She was praised by connoisseurs for the first time, and then vanished in the sun.

Nelson clenched her wand tightly, but saw Pitia in the air pat Silver Falcon's paw, she motioned Silver Falcon to let go of her, looked at Nelson again, and shook his head gently at him.

Her pupils were no longer shrouded in mist, and as the shell shattered, the curses that Haierbo had left behind to gather her memories fell apart in the sunlight, and her memories were no longer connected by artificially shaped clues, just like the real deceased The same goes to silence.

"Pitia, you have crossed the sea, you can cross it, you can."

After breaking through the siege of Haierbo, Nelson took out a map of Europe and marked the route he planned on it. Pitia wondered why his destination was clearly connected to the mainland, but he had to choose a detour. On the sea route, she was even more surprised that Nelson escaped from his pocket with a sampan with a strong style of the southern seaport of Greece, but she did not ask much. As a self-consciously useless burden, she endured the turbulence of the waves, and the memories that emerged from time to time Struggling in the long voyage, never complained a word.

Nelson's eyes moved to the boat stakes on the shore. When the snow began to melt and the permafrost became soft, the deeply beaten wooden wedge had long been pulled out by the waves, and the boat that carried them here was also safe. The city-state of Deros was swept into the distance by the waves, but he had no doubt that Pythia no longer needed it.

"Your life, your magic, your destiny began with a voyage in the harbour and ended with a shipwreck off Sicily," Nelson wondered if she could hear her own voice, nor did she use magic to deliberately make her listen To, "You have spent your whole life on a boat in the waves. The island that shaped you, isn't it a boat? You have already got off the boat and stepped on the ground that the waves can't beat. Where can your feet take you?"

Pitia seemed to have read Nelson's expectations from his mouth. She nodded vigorously, still maintaining her flowery appearance, with a little more vicissitudes in an instant. It seems that the thirteen years of missing time have been filled back at this moment, Nelson put his hands in his hands and rubbed the gem on the ring. This was the Deathly Hallows he first obtained, the treasure he cherished most, and the only sacred artifact he brought on this trip. He used the power of the sacred artifact to communicate with The blurry vision helped him quickly construct the magic he was familiar with, which was as loyal, reliable and powerful as it had shown in every experience in his life.

"Sorry, Tom, I'll have someone put it on a gold ring when I get back."

With a slight pressure on his fingertips, Nelson buckled the Resurrection Stone engraved with Peverir's mark, threw it into the sky, and threw it into Pitia's hands. Pitia's eyes flashed with surprise, she knew Nelson cherished this ring, even when he was at the most dangerous time of his escape, Nelson never abandoned this ring when he dropped his proud mayfly army.

"You need it more now."

The Resurrection Stone, a magical gem that allows the living to see the dead, and when it is held in the hands of a dead soul, will Peverir's magic still play its role?

Nelson's eyes were opposite to the sky that turned to the day, and in an instant, it was shrouded in darkness, and the magic power inherited from Peeves rushed out violently. The curse of wave collapse devoured it and merged into the nascent stream struck by lightning, and they flowed upstream into the source of the stream.

"Follow any stream in northern Europe to its source, and the Wilttenings will find their roots..."

Nelson didn't find the unborn Wertning family, but he found himself. The trickling stream became filthy and chaotic in an instant. Under the sun, it seemed to be crowded with vicious snakes. Struggling in the water, trying to escape the attraction of the stream, but to no avail. After a while, the wriggling snakes crowded under Nelson's feet and overlapped with his shadow. The most vicious curse in the world reconvened. In the flow of light and shadow, A phantom of ouroboros broke free from the base of Nelson's little finger and was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Are you afraid of this connection? Haierbo, then make it closer!"

Despite being separated by thousands of miles and disconnected, one in the scorching desert and the other in the cold polar night, the two best friends across time and space have made the most adventurous and craziest plans—

One chooses to plunge into the darkness, and uses the magic that he most resists and dislikes to create a self who acts as a tiger. Dormant, becoming a poisonous pile rooted in the heart of the enemy;

Another choice is to feed the tiger with his own body, and use the imprint left by Haierbo in the distant future to absorb the evil that shaped Pythia. Nelson firmly embarks on another path. In order to protect the world that does not belong to him, let Haierbo. The black magic he created became part of his knowledge, and he would know this opponent better than anyone, finding and becoming his feared being.

In the distant Alexandria, the seaport city with the same name as Nelson's second son who stayed in the future, Haierbo looked at the minions that grew out of evil, and only felt that the victory was in hand, and the advantage was in me.

As part of Nelson's ongoing magic, Pitia immediately understood what he was doing, she struggled violently to stop Nelson's frenzied moves, but the resurrection stone in her hand was like a branding iron, sticking her firmly Live, she continued her dance of melting ice and snow, tears of gratitude left in her slack eyes, and at this moment, using the Resurrection Stone as a bridge, Peverir's extraordinary wisdom connected them together, and Nelson's decision also Being perceived by her, in an instant, the gentle sun became even more dazzling.

The magic power left by Peeves condensed into silver runes that flickered and jumped. It was restored by Sykes and transformed into the purest magic power. It did not come from malice, nor did it represent goodwill. The position occupied by the sub-soul tightly bound her broken soul that should not have existed.

Into her skin, her flesh, her hair, her eyes, her color, her voice, her self, her destiny.

It fills the emptiness of Pythia's false soul and replaces her despair bound by fate, depicting a picture scroll of a soul that has not reached death and is reborn.

Pitia tightly held the resurrection stone in her hand. She no longer needed the resurrection stone to stick to herself, but prayed for its help from the bottom of her heart. For the living, his determination and longing were enough to make the resurrection stone for him. She created the phantom of the deceased, and for the first time, she burst out the desire for life for an undead who was full of falsehood.

"Fuck his fate!"

Peeves' magic power was finally exhausted, and Nelson's old comrade-in-arms retired with honor after several battles that were enough to resound the history of magic. Pitia learned from Nelson's words when he scolded the streets in Delphi, and silently slandered the **** in his heart. After the fate of her life, she was a little bit uncontrollable. When the voice reached everyone's ears, she realized that she had really scolded. Andros and his party watched the prophet say this kind of words in surprise. He really felt So, Pitia is the teenage girl who frowns every day in Sicily.

Nelson, who heard the scolding, laughed even more happily, Haierbo's curse extended upward from the shadow under his feet, and climbed up the hem of his trench coat, the whisper of the curse sounded in his ear, but he did not resist Instead, they let it become a part of themselves, filling the void left by Peeves when his magic was exhausted.

Pitia continued to dance, she no longer needed the sharp claws of the silver falcon, and relied on the huge magic power to levitate in the air, and the silver steam had condensed into an impenetrable entity, like a ribbon around Pitti. around Asia.

Unexpectedly, Andros finally ran to Nelson's side and asked nervously, "You...what's the matter?"

"Believe me, there is nothing more painful than realizing your own falsehood."

"Huh?" Andros scratched his head. He really didn't have the experience to think about what the Riddler was talking about.

"But at the same time, the self-defined truth that is born from the false is also the most pleasing."

Nelson lowered his head and wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes. In an unknown corner, Haierbo's curse and his magic had ended the most tragic expedition. It finally failed to resist Nelson standing in the sun, unable to resist standing. In the creek, the creek is still directly connected to the sea's Wertning.

The dark green Ouroboros swam in his eyes, and it always brought him severe pain when it touched the boundary of the pupil, but it couldn't escape, and everything that laid the foundation for Haierbo's power was nakedly exposed. in front of Nelson.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Andros was bathed in the warm light rain. He raised his palm to catch the light particles fluttering in the wind, but they could always slide away from his fingertips, feeling the temperature from his palm. The brows that have been tightened all day long also stretched out, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Although it can't be seen clearly under the thick hair, the overall feeling is that his tousled hair has become more silky.

"Why do I feel a... warm feeling, like I'm still in Sicily, with my friends."

"It's called the Patronus Spell, congratulations, Andros, you have witnessed a great spell appearing in this world for the first time."

"No, since it's the first time, why do you know what it's called?" Andros rarely retrieved his brain from his busy work, but he only took back the effort of a sentence, "Guardian God? Has she summoned a **** to protect us?"

"No, you are your own patron saints," Nelson shook his head, "She will teach you this magic, and it will become a weapon for you to defeat Haierbo. Believe me, the victory you are looking forward to is not far away. "

Both of them looked at Pythia in the air in unison.

"Call God to protect—"

Delicate and beautiful scales are outlined on the silver streamer that surrounds her, and a slender and elegant white snake drilled out of the mist, climbed along her arm to her shoulder, and a warm light flashed in her jewel-like eyes.

"Snake? The snake is not Haier-"

"You can start recalling, what was the happiest moment in your life?" Nelson had passed Andros and walked steadily into the vines in the center of the city-state, "If not, then you can It's so pathetic."