My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!!"

At the moment when Haierbo stared at Kent Tanka, the giant's iron fist slammed down.

With the help of the newly constructed hub, its figure appeared directly above Haierbo, with its arms raised high enough to crush everything, the fists were coupled with each other through the deformed parts at the moment of clenching, and the molten metal condensed into A solid whole, the rune engraved on the bones shines brightly in the chanting of the wizards, and the power of an era is gathered on the fists like meteors.

Its sliding trajectory ignited the air and ripped apart the sky. This is no longer a spectacle of magic, but an achievement of absolute power. All the spells that can be remembered by its builders are attached to the pair. Under the dazzling light on the iron fist that carried their desire to regain their homeland, the structure of the rune gradually became simpler, and the magic heard the call of the users, and did not hesitate to give it.

The giant's huge body is not slow and clumsy at all, and its whereabouts are even faster than the apparition that sent it into the air. For a time, people watching this scene only saw a series of giant figures appearing in the air, as if The film that was placed on the table appeared on the ground in an earth-shattering manner, with both knees squatting, and the molten iron fist splashed out like the stars and the sea of ​​sparks.

The dust splashed, the earth wailed, the town collapsed, and everything was silent.

In the huge roar, people's eardrums stopped working under the shock, only the buzzing sound lingered in the ears, the next second, the ground under their feet crashed, and the whole port was surrounded by this giant It was smashed down by several meters, and the fragile crust at the junction of the sea and the land was torn apart with a neat scar, falling and moving in the direction of the ocean, the sea water poured back, but was squeezed out by the movement of the mantle, and the sea along the coast The location formed a high wall connecting the sea and the sky, isolating the shocking scene that happened in the world for this unprepared world.

Nelson jumped off the giant's head and rescued Tom and Kent Tanka from the heart of the tremor just as the splash of sparks was about to engulf Tom and Kent Tanka.

"He won't just let you kill him, he has more than one Horcrux," Tom whispered in Nelson's ear, before falling into a coma, "he won't die either, you have to force him . . . in life and To make a choice in strength, his weakness will make him choose life, and we can defeat him in two thousand years..."

Just when the three figures appeared on the tidal flat, and Pitia was about to step forward to check, the belated shock wave came with a majestic wind pressure, and the strong wind blew the figures on the coast into pieces, and they were all washed away. Throwing it into the ocean, Nelson, who was farthest from the coast, was not spared. High-intensity exercise brought him a huge load. Although he liked exercise, it was the body of a wizard, not a space warrior who transformed a human, and hurriedly inserted his wand into the On the ground, the soft and loose gravel was built into a bunker for the two of them. Then, the wind that swept everything hit his lower back. Nelson's face was red, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth. The next second, he lost control. The body was thrown into the sea in a whirlwind.

"Protect the hub!"

Nelson just got up from the sea, endured the severe pain in his waist and abdomen, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted loudly. Under his warning, the wizards who were near the rear and were not fully affected quickly woke up from the shock. Come here and use your skills to let this tidal flat escape the cleaning of this hurricane.

"How are you?"

Pitia, who also just got up from the sea, didn't care about her injury, rushed to Nelson's side, and asked him while supporting him.

"I can still hold on."

Before Nelson could finish speaking, there was a sharp pain in his chest. He felt that every rib of his own was broken, and his organs were rotted into a ball. Under the misty sky, streaks of gold appeared, and Nelson quickly realized the source of the pain, but before he could block the connection, the belated pain broke out in his limbs.

This kind of pain has exceeded the limit that the human body can endure. It can almost directly hurt people to death. The nerves even stimulated the self-protection mechanism for this. His eyes were black and he almost fell down. Fortunately, he helped him when he fell. He didn't fall into a coma when he held Pitia's shoulder.

"You're like this!" Pitia glared at Nelson, who was straightening his waist, and pointed to his chest, where the fabric had been dyed red by the blood he spat out, and was smudged into a bright red cloak by the sea water, " You said you were all right, and then—"

"I'm really fine," Nelson waved his hand and pressed the right eye of the parasitic ouroboros with the palm of his hand. He shook his head, feeling a sense of dizziness that his brain was detached from his head, and panted heavily, "I Never lie... The pain comes from my connection with Haierbo, he must not be... not very happy now, come on, Pitia, help."

Pitia obediently handed his hand to Nelson, Nelson held her finger, the cold touch made him a little awake, clenched his teeth, took off his right hand covering his eyes, bit on his little finger, the rust in his mouth The smell brought out more details of the pain. Nelson's left hand clenched subconsciously, almost crushing Pitia's delicate palm. Her feet were soft, but she remained silent.

At the wound bitten by Nelson, the green snake reappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was urgent. After thinking that he could use the connection between himself and Haierbo to use the Cruciatus attack remotely, he forgot Haierbo's pain. It can also be communicated to him by contact.

"Feel sorry."

Nelson let go of Pitia's hand, his chest still heaving violently, the pain just now made him seem to see a speeding semi-trailer.

He patted his shoulder, and the torn trench coat was restored to its original state in an instant. Pitia was staring at his back, watching the **** wound covered by the coat, and said nothing.

"Cough, this is just an appetizer," Nelson said in a deep voice, "These insignificant things will be dealt with after the end. I feel that Haierbo has been knocked unconscious by that punch. I don't know that his ritual has It's not done, but whatever, the uncontrollable magic is about to explode."

He raised his head abruptly and, like many wizards who have sensed it, looked at the place where the giant's fist fell. It still maintained that position, and various spells poured out of the vent of the fist, venting his anger. Like flogging Haierbo's remnant body.

"He... is he dead?"

Pitia asked in a low voice, not daring to let the curious wizards around him hear the conversation between the two. The ground beneath his feet was still sliding down the crack, and people gathered beside the hub. Alexander, who had been swept away, had only the last enemy left. .

The strong wind brought by this punch was only slid away by the cover set at the top of the hub, and it was not eliminated at all. Its residual power still spread in all directions after it passed the crowd, and the ring-shaped impact was still spreading, venting it. The power of nowhere.

"I'm afraid not," Nelson shook his head and said, "He has a Horcrux, I can feel his pain, then he should still be alive, it's disgusting."

Pitia pursed her lips and nodded lightly.

"You defend the rear and set up my hub," Nelson dodged and appeared next to the bunker that had just been transformed, pulled out the wand stuck on the ground, and left his own instructions, "I'll finish him."

After all, his figure completely disappeared, and he entered the fishing port town shrouded in gunpowder smoke and white mist.

At the place where the giant's fist fell, a hot lava lake filled with molten iron had formed. At the moment when the fist fell, a metal grid had formed under Haierbo's feet, so as not to shatter the earth and give him a chance to escape. Completely destroyed, there was only a pool of molten iron and gem-like crystals condensed under the pressure. Nelson stopped the giant's anger. For a soul that can only survive on Horcruxes, this ordinary spell is useless.

He waved his hand, and the molten iron congealed into a covered bridge leading to the center. The giant's fist was raised. As the dome where the two formally met, Nelson walked to the center of the lake. In the boiling molten iron, Haierbo's remnant body was slowing down. Floating up slowly, he could barely see the shape of a human being, and was extremely weak. With the ritual terminated and his body destroyed, he was worse than the humblest wandering spirit, but as everyone who made Horcruxes and survived them said.

He is still alive.

Even Nelson couldn't see the slightest sign of life in this charred and carbonized tissue. Normal people should have melted under such high temperature, but the surviving body showed the survival of this despicable life.

"Life is your dignity. The living have endless dignity for the dead."

Nelson lowered his head, looked down at Haierbo, and raised his wand, "But now you are worse than those who died because of you."

"Goooooooooo..."

The hot metal turned up bubbles, as if it were Haierbo's response.

"Let this all end, your strength, your power, your ambition, just stop here." Nelson shook his head, "Be a normal person in your next life, what you pursue is just a flash in the pan, a dream bubble, You seek eternal life, but are you truly alive even one day?"

"I do not…"

The collapsed bones made a loud noise, condensing into **** syllables.

"Die."

Nelson waved his wand, and the lost fog in the sky condensed into a cyclone that wrapped the giant with the wand as the center. The blue thunder condensed into a roaring dragon in the cloud and fog, which reflected the high wall standing in the ocean. Swinging down the wand, the majestic electric light immediately engulfed Haierbo's wreckage, and the thunder flowed in the molten iron, turning it into another ocean.

The molten iron quickly condensed in the whistling of the thunder, and burying him with the largest and strongest iron block in the world is also worthy of the identity of the ancestor of black magic.

Nelson's feet used to be a street that was neither prosperous nor deserted, but now, there is only a sea of ​​iron and steel whistling in it. Blocked in this tomb, in the end, Haierbo's last phalanx was swallowed, revealing only a fingertip that was almost imperceptible.

Nelson waited patiently, he knew that a character like Haierbo would not accept his failure so easily, not to mention that he had witnessed Haierbo sacrifice the lives of countless servants to make the dark clouds over the peninsula into Horcruxes. , He was just curious, how would Haierbo escape from such a dead place.

"Will you give up your powerful body in order to survive? Which is more important to you, strength or life?"

Nelson expects Haierbo to give up his current body. As a wizard who has spent time studying Horcruxes, Nelson has discovered a common feature of Horcrux holders from ancient times to the present-the purpose of their creation of Horcruxes is to Let the main body survive, no one will choose to use the soul in the Horcrux to resurrect after the main body dies. Even if their soul is torn into multiple pieces, the biggest and strongest piece is themselves, giving up the most powerful soul. , is tantamount to giving up one's own power, letting a piece of unrecoverable and ungrowing fragment become one's own self, and lingering on in a weak posture.

"It's time to make a choice, Haierbo."

Finally, at the moment when his little fingertips were covered with molten iron, Haierbo's body collapsed. In the high temperature inside the iron wall, he put down his last defense and let himself be burned into coke and evaporated.

The Lost Fog poured into this gap frantically, eating up Haierbo's soul.

The next second, Nelson raised his head without hesitation. Between the clouds and mist, the remaining dark clouds condensed and formed, and spread out in all directions by the wind. Even if it was just a cloud, Nelson could see it. Its determination to run for its life.

He put his hand on the giant's fingertips, and through it he gave orders to the mayflies coming from the well-protected hub.

"Strangle Haierbo, don't let go of any dark clouds."

At the moment when Haierbo's body dissipated, the power of ritual condensation also spread its coercion under the collapsed order. Nelson was ready to go, ready to block it, and the array of mayflies filled the sky almost instantly. A large, airtight grille faces this once-street.

Legend has it that the world will be destroyed by three disasters, wind, fire, and thunder.

The Lost Fog gathered around Nelson, forming an indestructible iron wall, and then, a rich black burst out from under his feet.

He was fully prepared, his muscles were tense, and the black erupted extremely fast, but his reaction was even faster. At the moment when black appeared in his eyes, the wings of the Patronus opened behind him, fanning forward, stirring up the hurricane, But Nelson's calm expression quickly solidified on his face.

Black passed through the body, through the Patronus, through the fog of loss, as if it didn't exist at all.

But this is impossible. The "hailstone" dropped by the black eroded mayflies is the best example. Nelson's connection with the blurred illusion is his most reliant capital, but he does not understand what the illusion looked like two thousand years ago.

Black and white are co-dependent forces.

Before Nelson could react, two figures appeared behind him.