My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 101

In the second half of the night, dark clouds crawled away from the moon in all directions, surrounding it like hordes of jackals, eating bite by bite. The wind was also strong, and the whole Krakow was enveloped in an atmosphere of rain.

If the moon is dark and the wind is high, avoid traveling.

Nelson got up from the bed, got dressed in the dark, leaned his stick on the leg of the chair, took out a snake-shaped sticker and stuck it on the back of his hand.

"Hailbo, the noble Helbo."

He placed his right hand on the back of his left hand, stood by the window and chanted a spell softly. As soon as the voice fell, a piercing tingling sensation swam through the veins on the back of his hand to the entire left hand, and then a feeling of pressure covered his whole body.

"Hi... I hope you don't lie to me."

Lightning green light flashed across the room, and when he opened his eyes, Nelson was already on the top of the hill that he had just visited a few hours ago.

"This is for your good, Helbo, let me see, where are you?"

Nelson tore off the sticker that was stuck under the railing. After being triggered by magic, it looked like a real snake at the moment, spitting out the letter and stretching its neck toward the construction site directly below.

"It's so high." Nelson smacked his mouth, his eyebrows were instantly overjoyed when he saw a pile of haystacks at the foot of the mountain, he climbed up to the top of the canopy on the viewing platform, raised his hands, and folded his arms to his chest. , Aimed at the haystack and jumped.

Nelson closed his eyes and opened his hands freely back, enjoying the thrill of a rapid drop and wind filling his arms. The wind whistling around his ears was like the cry of a red-tailed hawk, which stimulated his adrenaline to soar.

"Woo~"

During the fall, Nelson's body turned forward 270° and quickly approached the haystack.

"Float quickly." The wand was drawn from the cuffs, and the moment Nelson's descending momentum stopped when he turned into the haystack, he stepped on it gently, turned over and jumped down.

"Don't really think I would jump in, do you? What if there is a pitchfork in it?" Nelson saw that the snake's head was still firmly pointing to a construction site, so he patted the grass clippings on his body and turned to the heat. Go to the construction site.

"who?!"

A strong light shone on Nelson, and sentinels around the construction site spotted him, and a sound of guns being loaded immediately came.

"Look clearly, I'm a member of the Special Operations Forces Advisory Group. I'm here to investigate potential safety hazards." Nelson raised his hands and walked to the sentry booth.

A soldier carrying a Mauser gun jumped down from the sentry booth. He trot to come to Nelson, and saw the uniform he was wearing by the light. He stood at attention and stood at attention. The heels collided and made a crackling sound. The quiet night is particularly harsh.

"Sir! Hello!" After the soldier stood firm, he raised his right hand and shouted: "Long live!"

"Hurray." Nelson raised his arm and replied weakly, and he was about to walk around him when he raised his leg.

"Sorry! Sir!" The soldier's German had a seaside smell, and the thick accent combined with his sonorous speech made Nelson's eardrums shock. He took a step to the right and still stood in front of Nelson, "Sorry. ! This is an important facility under construction, I need to check your credentials to let it go!"

"Let me declare first, I am not going to take a gun." Nelson reached into the inner pocket of his coat, and the other hand held in his pocket shook his wand gently. When he took it out, he already held it. A piece of proof material almost identical to Andrei's. He handed it to the soldier, "What are you repairing?"

"Hurray!" The soldier carefully checked the proof materials, and suddenly raised his right hand and gave an overly spiritual salute. "Report to Lieutenant Colonel Karkaroff. The laboratory is built here, and the airtight structure specially designed by domestic experts is adopted. , Used to conduct experiments and research on poisonous gas!"

"No wonder I chose this place."

"what did you say?"

"Nothing." Nelson took the document handed back by the soldier and exhaled a white smoke. "Can we go in and say it? It's weirdly cold outside."

"Yes! Please come with me!" The soldier turned around, kicked and left.

"There is no need to walk like this, I'm not here for a military parade."

"Yes!" The soldier looked a little normal, but it seemed that he was not normal.

After explaining the situation to the other sentinel, the soldier led Nelson to the construction site. There was still some distance away. Nelson, who could not bear the soldier's stern glance at the footsteps, spoke to him.

"Soldier, what's your name?"

"Report to Lieutenant Colonel! My name is Kahn, the corporal of the Armed Combat Execution Force in Poland!" Kahn stepped on the spot again, stood at attention, and turned to face Nelson to report loudly.

"You don't need to be like this..." Nelson stretched out his hands helplessly and pointed to the front. "We said as we walked, you can relax."

"Good sir!"

Kahn is a young man who is deeply poisoned by *** fanaticism. The only time he ever went is to be sent to Poland after joining the army. It cannot be said that he has never seen the world, but he can also be called too innocent, just talk After a few sentences, he almost revealed his life experience and all the details.

The young soldier came from Cux, a small seaside town with fishing and shipping as its main industries. After graduating from high school, Kahn stayed at home to manage the fishing industry until a few years ago *** launched a war across the country. Mobilization, when he reached Krakow on the long journey, the war in Poland was basically over, so he did not understand the cruelty of the war at all, but was very excited about it.

"Kahn, how long have you been here?"

"One month, sir, I arrived in Poland a month ago, and I arrived in Auschwitz two weeks ago and stayed here."

"Oh..." Nelson nodded. "Have you ever fought with the Polish army?"

"Fighted, sir." Kahn nodded. "When we first arrived here, we encountered resistance from the local guerrillas, but they were completely incomparable with the combat effectiveness of our great army! Only when we encountered them, they would be defeated...now Their leader is still hanging at the entrance of the town."

"Hi...how many garrisons do you have here?"

"One thousand and two hundred people, we have a 500-strong combat force, plus engineering troops, a total of one thousand and two hundred people." Kahn proudly said, "More troops have been drawn from our hometown, one after another. Will come here and make Auschwitz the base camp for the first step in our great cause!"

"There are only one thousand and two hundred people? There are tens of thousands of Poles in this town, right? Counting Krakow, isn't anyone resisting?"

"The great Aryans can be one enemy to a hundred! Those inferior Poles dare not resist under our machine guns." Kahn's expression suddenly became frenzied, "So are you here to test our results? We have completely occupied this area where there are several times more people than ours!"

"Uh... there is a part of this." Nelson nodded solemnly, "Do you use machine guns to shoot at civilians?"

"No! We don't do that kind of thing!" Kahn said sternly.

Nelson's face eased slightly, but after hearing the second half of Kahn's words, his expression became more solemn.

"They are more useful, and it is too wasteful to shoot with machine guns! When the base here is built, they will become the nourishment of our country and make their contribution!"

"Sir? What's the matter, sir, are you dissatisfied with my answer?" The soldier's expression became panic.

"Uh... Haven't you thought about what you did too cruel?"

"Don't worry, sir! I have experienced ideological and political education before joining the army, and I have already reversed the wrong thoughts of my youth! I just had an ideological test in the police department two weeks ago." The soldier's face was full of pride, "You I have done this test, and I can answer it again! Before the great career of the Aryans, the lives of these inferior people were not worth mentioning!"

"..." Nelson lowered his head, hiding his face and expression deep into the night.

"Sir, are you satisfied with my answer?" Kahn asked in a low voice, "Did I pass the test?"

"You passed, Corporal." Nelson nodded. "Your answer is pretty standard."

The excitement on the young soldier's face was so strong that it was also extremely conspicuous in the night.

"Sir, have you seen the head of state?" His voice trembled with excitement. "I heard the commander of our army say that if you perform well, you have the opportunity to see the great head of state with your own eyes."

"I haven't seen him." Nelson shook his head, "but my colleagues often see him."

"Okay..." Kahn lowered his head in disappointment and pointed to a brightly lit barracks. "Sir, this is our garrison headquarters. The commander of our troops lives in Auschwitz. My partner tonight is already You have notified your superiors. You can wait for a while inside. I have other patrol missions."

"Go, Kahn." Nelson nodded, opened the door of the barracks and walked in. Before entering the door, he turned his head and looked at the soldier watching him, and said softly, "You will see your head of state, don't worry. "

The barracks were warm, but Nelson's heart couldn't get warm. The first ordinary soldier he met was like this. At the first sight of Kahn, he could imagine Auschwitz's future. It looks like it is hard to imagine how distorted this team and this country has reached.

He shook his head, not thinking about these disgusting things, and took out the green little snake from his pocket. When he let go of his hand, it opened its mouth wide, bit Nelson's little finger hard, and then turned into one. Green light and shadow drilled in along the wound.

Feeling a dizziness hitting his mind, Nelson was prepared. He took out a small glass bottle, opened the cork, and poured the golden liquid from the small half bottle into his mouth.

"Today is my lucky day." He felt better, found a chair that looked the most comfortable, sat on it, put on Riddle's ring, no longer resisted the dizziness, and actively closed his eyes.

A thick white mist spread, and when Nelson opened his eyes again, there was another scene in front of him.

"It's really despicable Helbo." Nelson lowered his head, realizing that he was still wearing the SS uniform, and he reached into his pocket where he had cast the Unmarked Stretching Curse, and touched the dangling stuff and the cold fir-tree. Wand, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, took out the wand and hid it in his sleeve, raised his head in confusion, and said to himself, "Where am I?"

"Are you here to take me out?" Looking around, it was barren. It was a desert like Gobi. There was a dirty gray above him. There was no wind, rain, thunder, and sun, moon and stars. Nelson didn't feel it. When I reach the airflow, I can't feel the temperature. This place is like a waste case before the creation of the world. A semi-transparent white phantom suddenly appeared in front of him and asked eagerly, "Is it time? Open the door. , Let me absorb those wronged souls."

"Who are you?" Nelson looked up and down the white phantom. "Is the soul split from Helbo?"

"You don't know who I am?" The white phantom's emotions became unstable, which is easy to see, because its body was already trembling to a blur, and when it was trembling to the point where it was completely invisible, it shattered. It cracked and struck Nelson as a white whirlwind, "Then you must be my ration? Did you finally know that I'm hungry?"

Nelson only felt that his skin was being torn by thousands of barbed sharp knives at the same time. As the little finger was bitten by the snake, he felt that he didn't seem to have received any real effects except for the pain. He suppressed the thought of pulling out his wand and said, "Despicable Helbo, your body has given you to me. Give up, you can't hurt me."

The white whirlwind still didn't give up, doing useless work around Nelson. After a while, Nelson finally couldn't help it, and squeezed the wand that slid out of the sleeve and swung it vigorously.

"Faint!" The red flames swayed along his movements and touched the white whirlwind, which soon spread to its whole body like bone gangrene, and soon dyed it red like a curse. .

"Ah! Why can you bring the wand in!" The phantom was in pain, and left Nelson, and got into the sand under his feet. Nelson felt a violent vibration under his feet.

"Your soul is delicious. Although it is hard to eat, it is delicious." The voice of phantom echoed in the whole space, "Give me to you? What's a joke? I will come now...eat you!"

Suddenly, a huge pale figure broke through the ground and stood in front of Nelson. He raised his head and looked up, his breathing slowed for an instant.

This looks like the skeleton of a giant snake, and its body is pale in silence, but it is too huge. In Nelson's eyes, it is even taller than the tallest black tower in Newmontgard, and this is just what it shows on the surface. No one knows how long the underground part is. Nelson couldn't help but think of the "giant snake surrounding the atrium" in Norse mythology. If every myth can find its prototype in the wizarding world, then Yemengade The prototype of may be the big snake in front of me who has not known how long it has been dead.

"Are you scared?" Nelson followed the voice and looked up. On the huge head of the snake bone, the white mist hid in one of the giant snake's eye sockets and shouted, "I want to squash you! Hang you! Shred you! Eat you!"

"Why can't you speak well?" Nelson held up his wand, and the ground under his feet rose rapidly with the release of the Transfiguration Curse, becoming a high platform enough for him to look up at the white phantom in the giant snake skull, surrounded by regular battlements. , Depicting the myth of Odin's throwing Yemeng into the bottomless deep sea, with torches inserted in the corners, Nelson would always pay a lot of attention to such small details. He looked at the white phantom in the eye sockets of the giant snake's skull. He scolded in a flat tone, "Don't resist, I am your master."

"Hehe, I like to fight young people like you. Young and energetic guys always like to use some flashy things to squander their magic." The white shadow showed an abstract smile, and he directed the giant snake to twist his body. , Slowly entwining the high platform at Nelson's feet, "Don't you know, do people die if they fall from a height?"

"I know, but... haven't you found it for so many years here?" Nelson smiled sarcastically. "This is also part of the illusion, so the magic is not equal to the outside."

He gently pushed the wand forward and held the other empty hand. The high platform suddenly flashed with a cold metal light, and it was already transformed into an iron tower. At the moment Nelson's hand was squeezed into a fist, it suddenly appeared on the towering iron tower. There were countless sharp steel thorns, and the snake's body tightly wrapped around the tower became its shackles. The countless steel thorns were immediately pierced into the body, and they were firmly locked on the tower.

"Have you not found out? The magic here has nothing to do with what kind of wizard you are outside, it only has to do with the strength of your soul." Nelson stepped forward, stepping on the fiercely struggling neck of the giant snake, and slowly Slowly walked towards its hollow eye sockets, towards the trembling soul of Haile Poser, "I know you are a famous dark wizard outside, a famous bad guy in history, but you underestimate it. I am strong—and I overestimated yourself, this shattered fragmented soul."

"Don't overestimate yourself!" Helbo's remnant screamed sternly, the giant snake's body trembled violently, and the cracks began to grow from the place where each steel thorn was inserted, and gradually spread throughout the body, Nelson I heard the scream of this ancient corpse before he died.

"It's useless." The wand in his hand flicked, and the tip of the steel thorn gave out sharp barbs, which hooked the snake's bones that were gradually breaking free. "I said, the power of my soul is unimaginable, let alone. I also brought my magic wand in, give up Helbo, I said at the beginning, you belong to me."

"Don't be too arrogant!" Haierbo's white remnant soul emitted bursts of red light from those thin places. The giant snake's soaring and only movable head, twisted hard, unexpectedly twisted its own skull, and then Taking advantage of gravity, he slapped Nelson, who was standing on its neck, fiercely.

"I really underestimated you." Nelson stretched out his left hand, and a green ouroboros brand was left on the base of his little finger that was bitten by the snake. He erased the brand, just before touching it. A very energetic voice made its grand debut.

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