My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Standing behind Nelson and Pitia, Andros shaved off his luxuriant messy hair, revealing a lustrous cyan scalp. Compared with the savage-like shape before, he was handsome at this time, with a bright red cloak. Flying backwards from the bronze shoulder armor, a sturdy cypress scepter was smashed to the ground like a spear by him, constantly hitting the deck and the hearts of every wizard behind.

He opened his mouth wide, and the blue veins on his forehead and neck bulged, making his bald head even more terrifying, and a dull roar spread out from his chest, prompting the neatly lined wizards to let out an earth-shattering battle cry. .

At this moment, they don't look like a group of remnants who have just recovered their homes. They are more like a mighty division who has just completed preparations and rode their horses under the command of conquest. It is clear that a few ships are enough to carry the number of people, in their roars. In the middle, it is like thousands of troops galloping in the sky.

"This time... I won't be defenseless anymore."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and said softly. His eyes met Kent Tanka's mutilated eyes in the air. With Tom and Kent Tanka's undefended cooperation, he already knew everything that happened in Alexandria.

His voice was drowned out by the roars of the warriors, and only Pitia, who was beside him, knew what he said. Her face flushed red, and she gripped the handrail beside the collision corner, trembling all over, immersed in the fleet's departure to the end of the voyage. The great shock brought by what he saw and heard.

She looked at Nelson with admiration. As one of the few people who knew the inside story, she understood that Nelson and Tom, who were immersed in time and history, completed the greatest deception of this era together.

Nelson turned sideways, leaving the unobstructed battlefield to the wizards on the ship. The waves blasted by Tom and Kent Tanka rushed over their heads, and fell heavily under the influence of gravity, with a devastating momentum. , as if to pat the boat under him into powder.

Nelson raised his wand, and the water vapor in the air condensed into blue droplets on the wand. The hem of the windbreaker danced wildly behind him like the wings of a giant steel falcon under the wind pressure brought by the surf, and his arms stretched out. Straight, like a sharp arrow that has to be fired under the full string of a vigorous bow.

He closed his eyes, and felt the call from the running water in the interval of the battle cry. With the vigorous beating of his heart, Wiltning's blood was boiled and boiled. Nelson finally understood that the people of the Wiltning family were not born Possessing the ability to master the transfiguration of flowing water, it is the legend of Weltening that builds their unparalleled confidence in performing Transfiguration in the face of running water.

He felt that even the monstrous waves could not resist the uniform roar of the people on the fleet. The sound waves infused with belief contained abundant magic power. In the tremor, enough magic power penetrated the torso of the huge waves. void.

The magic wand stabbed straight against the tsunami that was photographed, like an arrow off the string, without astonishing consumption. Nelson's magic power was like a stream, softly filling the cracks in the body of the waves that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

The next second, everything became silent.

The condensed seawater crawls under the feet of the boat, the bronze mirror-like smooth surface reflects the wet bottom of the tung oil, and the giant tree rings from northern Europe outline complicated patterns, and the huge waves that are about to fall stagnate in the air, forming a highest peak. A welcoming arch, the waves below maintain a high angle, like a cliff at the bottom of a ski slope, waiting for a brave challenger to leap from its kneeling shoulders.

The ships jumped out of the water and, under the impetus of inertia, rushed to the ski slopes that Nelson had prepared for them. The fully loaded ships smashed cracks on the ice, but this was no longer enough to affect their momentum. .

Finally, Nelson's flagship jumped up from the cliff and rushed towards the densely intertwined, viper-encircled thunder net. The shattered ice cubes collided with each other and smashed into the dark clouds, making a roar like a salute, trembling in front of him. A land that has lost its inhabitants.

The men on the boat clenched their wands of all kinds, ready to go, and they were not worried that the net of thunder before them would put all their efforts in vain, for the silver giant had raised his head from the water before them, his chest The furnace is spewing flames that are hotter than magma, and the afterimage of the rotating turbine is about to emerge. Its appearance is not as futuristic and magical as its brother Alexander two thousand years later. It is more like the creation in Greek mythology. The appearance of the ancient Titans of the earth.

The silver armor that is exactly the same as the warriors protects its torso. The unique aesthetics of ancient Greece outlines the same muscle lines as human beings. If you look closely, you will find that the silver armor that seems to be integrated is actually composed of countless parts. It is spliced ​​together, and every craftsman who makes it has left a fairy tale blessing for the parts they are responsible for. Regardless of men, women and children, the people who mined the ore tried their best to strip away impurities, and the furnace workers who forged and melted silver ingots cut them neatly. Uniform, the children who helped carry leave their names on each silver ingot, and the wizard who engraved the rune finally filled in the final color for the parts engraved with relief. It is no longer a creation that belongs to Nelson alone, but is fully loaded with this era. people's expectations for regaining their homes and the sun.

The turbine tightly bites the connected gears, enough to make the strange force of the earth's deformation flow in this ancient and time-honored structure. , the piston turned red as it moved again and again, the sea water poured into the torso from the pipes under the giant's feet, rushing along the blood vessels, taking away its excess heat, being boiled and evaporated into vigorous steam, from the gaps of every muscle in it. Out of breath.

The rune hidden in the bones and blood vessels flickered wildly. Driven by magic, it burst out with power beyond the times. The gears cracked in the twisting, and were quickly filled by a steady stream of mayflies.

Standing on the sea, the giant representing absolute power twisted his waist and raised his right fist, which was red with scorching heat. It amazes everyone who sees it!

But the people who charged behind it did not have the slightest fear in their hearts, instead they were full of pride, because this monster, which seemed to be enough to destroy the world, was formed by splicing together with their hands.

"My brothers and sisters!"

Andros beat his chest hard, his fist hit the bronze armor with a "bang bang" drum, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he roared loudly, "As long as Haierbo still exists, we will The dark clouds above our homes will never be eradicated, and now is the time for us to take everything back!"

As if in response to his roar, the giant's fist fell heavily, no different from every fighter fighting hammers on the street, but the magic and power it carried were enough to change the color of the world, and the air didn't even have time to avoid it, it was blown away by it. The powerful fists compressed and exploded, still the sound of a salute, resonating with the beating hearts in everyone's chests.

The fist edged against the edge of the thunder net, stagnant for a moment, at this moment, the air that was compressed to the extreme burst out, magic power, material, all seemingly important things lost their meaning under the mighty force of nature, and the thunder net was in Driven by the magic power, it became more dense, and the violent electric current rushed to its whole body along the giant's fist, leaving painless scorch marks on the armor attached with countless blessings.

The fist is no longer stagnant, it is synchronized with the movement of Nelson's wand, breaking through the blockade of the thunder net, the curse eliminates the blessing, the armor of the right hand withers and decays, but this is not enough to resist its bare bones shattering this evil prisoner. cage.

The ship rushing out of the landslide crossed the collapsed thunder net and rushed to the soft sand. Under this blow, the Dementor hiding in the dark cloud didn't even dare to show its head. The clouds dissipated together into fragile fragments.

When the violent thunder net blocking Alexandria ceased in the wind and the remnants of the cloud, Haierbo stared in disbelief. On the other side of the ocean, the dark clouds over the Balkan Peninsula faded their gloomy background in an instant, and the black camouflaged on the surface of the mayfly's silver armor The pattern faded in an instant, depicting a smiling face full of mockery. At the same time, the illusion magic they maintained was finally cancelled, and the ever-spreading green appeared on the coast shrouded in death. In the diamond-shaped silver cages, Wailing Dementors are returning the power they plundered to this dead land.

The thunders that ravaged the peninsula also showed their true appearance. Andros, who broke out from Macedonia, organized his army as early as the first time. After finding the remnants of the **** battle with the Dementors in Larissa City, with the help of Nelson The pivotal soldiers left all the way to raid, when the black wizards entrenched in Sicily were caught off guard, they had already attacked Huanglong and broke into Haierbo's base camp.

Haierbo is confident and suspicious because of his strength. He will never give his servants power beyond his grasp, and he will never give them even the slightest possibility of defeating him. Dark wizards are rampant because of Haierbo, but when After they lost their masters, facing a powerful wizard like Andros, they were like an earthen wall that lost steel bars, vulnerable to the collision of giant dragons.

Armed by mayflies and aided by giants, every Greek wizard who is a vanguard and bears national hatred and hatred is like a general in silver armor, facing the unprepared, except for the power borrowed from Hyerbona. The Fallen, who have never grown, swung down their butcher knives.

It took Haierpo thirteen years to encroach on the peninsula, and it took less than thirteen days for the angry Greeks to clean up the filth. His rule was completely dependent on the power of power, without any economic or political means, to As for his servants' loyalty and will to fight, they are as fragile as sand castles. They fled in a hurry, and the lost ground of the Greeks was quickly recovered in the green with the recovery of all things.

In anyone's cognition, Haierbo, who caused the catastrophe, could not be unaware.

But he really didn't know everything that happened on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, which stemmed from Tom's belief in himself, as he said, "I'm the best at dealing with people."

Haierbo, who is good at skepticism, will not forget his suspicion of others even in the most destitute situation, even if this person is a prophet who can see through his future achievements, even if this person rescues him from the danger of dying. The loyal servant, whose doubts were everywhere, became the foundation upon which Tom's plan could unfold.

He always doubted whether Tom's appearance was premeditated. Under Tom's meticulous concealment, he still saw the clue with his own wisdom, so when preparing to start the ritual of accumulating revenge, he used his most exquisite magic to completely destroy Alexander The port was closed to the outside world, and Tom allowed Tom to delay time for the unknown Egyptian wizard. For him, the Egyptian blockade was a more reliable double insurance.

He is too cautious, too suspicious, too aware of the evil in human nature, too trusting in his own strength, that he only believes what he sees with his eyes and what he hears with his ears. The secret spied in Tom's heart, he is conceited that he has found Tom's hidden "Chamberlain" identity, that he has dug out from Tom's heart, about the fact that the Greeks exiled Hermes because of suspicion, he knows too much doubt So much so that in the face of the doubts that only the most despicable people can have, they still believe it.

"I'm the best at dealing with people, Gnar, his pride and inferiority will be the grave to bury him."

Tom stood blankly behind Haierbo, still looking like a humble and loyal prophet. In his eyes, the fleet from the ocean had washed up on the tidal flat, and the soldiers who were waiting for the battle jumped off the ship in full armor. A hub identical to the one in Krakow was quickly built on the shore. The giant who shattered Haierbo's fantasy ripped open the tattered thunder net with his hands, and his scorching body evaporated the attached seawater, leaving behind grains of diamond-like salt. stains.

Behind it, the waves condensed by Nelson returned to their original state, slapped heavily on the sea, and issued a final deafening cannon salute.

Haierbo, on the other hand, had already learned the truth behind all the deceit from the connection between Tom's re-integrated soul and Nelson's artificial expansion. His hands were shaking with anger, and his sullen anger was a hundred times more ferocious than that of an evil ghost.

"Tom..."

Haierbo's viper-like eyes shot at Tom, and he roared, "Riddle!"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Tom bowed his head respectfully, UU reading www. uukanshu.com whispered in Haierbo's ear, "Lord Haierbo."

"You tried so hard and respectfully, so you just wanted to be a tyrant? Karkaroff!"

"Tyrant?" Tom's tone revealed a deliberately comical surprise, "So you are an orthodox monarch!"

"Ka...Ka...Lo...fu..."

Haierbo gritted his teeth, almost shattering a tooth for every syllable.

"Don't be angry, there is no one to take care of your body," Tom mockingly read Nelson's funny song in Haierbo's ear, and gently blew into his ear a mouthful that he had been holding for months. Turbid Qi, "Don't worry, my respected and great Lord Haierbo, your great magical ritual of regaining your power has not yet been completed."

"you!"

"Look, you're in a hurry again," Tom teased. "What's the use of being in a hurry? Didn't you cause all this yourself? Once the ritual begins, even you can't stop or change it. You think the stake is me? Do not."

He straightened his waist and tugged at Haierbo's angry hair with his fingertips. At the end of the ceremony, Haierbo, who was the key to the ceremony, could only sit on the reclining chair. Tom said indifferently: "The bet is you, my dear Lord Haierbo. , and you, do you know why you're being played like a baboon?"

"Enough!"

"Because of stupidity."