My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 114

"Tom?"

"Ok…"

Tom's pain was vividly shown in the mirror. The fingers of his head were turned white with his best efforts. The black hair was exposed between the fingers. Under the torn, the black hair fell off the top of the head and covered the mirror. Up, blocking Nelson's sight.

Nelson saw the pain of his friend, and the hand holding the ring curled up vigorously. He tightly held the Gunter family ring, his lips opened slightly, and he snarled for a long time, before finally exhaling with difficulty:

"are you fine?"

"I'm fine."

Tom spoke slowly. The hoarse voice made Nelson's heart tremble. He calmed down from the strong emotions and raised his head. His scarlet eyes and bloodshot eye sockets looked abnormally hideous, like a black wizard who had become crazy. Anyone who could see him could feel the sadness that came from the thin young man in all directions.

Even so, Tom realized that Nelson was the one who should be comforted more. He swallowed and said, "Actually, for Uncle Jonas, this is not necessarily a bad thing, for someone like him. , Will you definitely enjoy this adventure? As for his dying regret..."

"With us!"

Nelson said categorically, his tightly grasped hand opened, and his palm was squeezed leaving the mark of the Deathly Hallows. He put his hands on the mirror, and when Tom saw it, he chuckled and leaned his hands up. Two teenagers who were thousands of miles away finished a high-five through the mirror.

"By the way, I will return your ring to you at that time."

Taking his hand away from the mirror, Nelson lazily waved his family ring at Tom.

"No, it's useless anyway." Tom glanced at the ring in Nelson's hand, curled his lips, and said disgustedly, "Magic props like this one that blows better than sings are also used for fingers. , And its shape is so earthy."

"It's a relic of your family after all..." Nelson shrugged. "You know, it's more or less an antique."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who looks good at all kinds of antiques? Besides, you must have paid for this broken ring?" Tom raised his eyebrows, with the word "mystery" written on his face, "Don't hide it." You say, I recently found a target, it is definitely an antique with history, value and magic."

Nelson didn't notice the goal in the second half of Tom's sentence. He heard the first half of the sentence clearly and asked, "How do you know I paid for it?"

"Don't I know you yet?" Tom changed a more comfortable position and leaned back on the chair. "A person like you, even if my uncle is a fool, would you try to pay him by any means?"

"What's your expression?" Seeing Nelson's inexhaustible expression, Tom jumped up from his chair and asked in horror, "Couldn't my uncle really be a fool?"

"Oh, my God..." Tom held his forehead and asked tremblingly, "Is a fool not inherited?"

"Your uncle, his old man is just a little crazy. It may have something to do with the embarrassing family situation. The Garon I left behind is enough for him to be cool for a while." Nelson shook his head and nodded again, "but I think he is The mental condition may be related to... well, the marriage of close relatives. You may not know that for a long time in the history of the Gunter family, in order to maintain the purity of blood, they would choose to marry close relatives."

"That's okay." Tom lay down again. "Since my last name is not Gunter, but Riddle, at least my father should not be my mother's relatives. At least my intelligence will not be affected. "

"Yes, don't worry about your smart little head."

"Gnar," Tom said, as if choked by something, "has anyone told you that you are disgusting."

"It's okay." Nelson rubbed his left cheek and said with a smile, "the harm of intermarriage is great."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Haha, don't say such things." Nelson leaned on the head of the bed, closed his eyes and smiled, and stopped talking.

The two people just hung up the "video chat" and did the things at hand. Tom called out dots of spells from the pillars beside him, and practiced alone in the empty hall, while Nelson held the one that McGonagall gave him. Notes, greedily absorbing the knowledge in it.

"Right, Gnar." Tom suddenly moved the mirror and pointed to the glowing text floating in the air. "Look at this transformation technique. Is it the same as the one you use now?"

"Let me see..." Nelson squinted his eyes and looked at the shining charm behind Tom. He picked up his wand and pointed to the coat hanging on the hanger at the door, shaking his wrist slightly, and said in his mouth, "The metal ball is flying."

The coat was vigorously agitated as if it had come to life, and round bumps of the same size appeared on the side pockets. Seeing this scene, Nelson quickly turned off the bed and used his free hand to hold the wand tightly. With his right hand, he shouted sharply, "One! One is enough!"

Immediately after he released his hand, he caught a flying silver ball, ignoring Tom, who saw this scene in the mirror with a teasing smile, rubbed his right cheek, placed the ball on the pillow, and carefully Staring at the characters behind Tom, memorizing the casting actions and spells in his mind, then turned to face the ball, and pointed his magic wand to mutter a word.

The first transformation failed. A green toad with silver light leaped from Nelson's pillow to the window, then bent his knees, stretched his legs and jumped down.

Nelson walked to the window, glanced down, and saw a touch of silver disappearing on the corner of the street through the night.

"Tom, wait a moment." Nelson picked up his cane from the table, raised his leg and walked out the door. "I'll be back when I go."

"What do you care about it, then try." Tom yelled in the mirror, but Nelson had already ran out of the door, "Not for the ball."

After a while, Nelson returned to the room, put down his cane, and threw a brand new pillow on the table. When passing by the cloakroom, he reached out and took out two metal **** from his coat pocket. One of them was still on the pillow. on.

He stood by the bed with a more serious expression, frowned, put on the same posture as before, tried his best to forget about the transfiguration he had learned before, and recalled the description of the spell behind Tom.

"Why do your wrists shake like this... Is this really something that carbon-based creatures can do?"

After talking about it for a while, Nelson closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were extremely firm, his steady wrist was close to the ball, and he was muttering words.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, and Tom in the mirror also held his breath, craned his neck and stared at the ball, although when facing the mirror, this action could not narrow the distance of his vision...

The silver glow spread from the tip of the magic wand in Nelson's hand to the ball on the pillow. Several chain-like green ancient magic patterns, like planetary rings, surround the dazzling light so that the ball is indistinct. At a specific angle, a few magic lines quickly gathered, and tightly wrapped the ball.

"Seriously, I don't know why the product of the deformation failure is a toad." Nelson put down the wand in his hand and raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "But I have to say that the special effect of this deformation process is indeed better than the current one. Magic is so cool...no, many times."

He turned his head and looked at a ring lying quietly on the pillow—a ring almost identical to the Gunter family ring in his arms.

"How?" Seeing that the transformation is over, Tom finally dared to speak loudly. He couldn't wait to get up and asked, "What have you changed?"

"A ring." Nelson grabbed the ring on the pillow, held it under the light of the room, and observed it in circles. "The ring with the resurrection stone."

"That's it?" Tom gave a general expression of "Are you kidding me", "You spent a long time trying to change this thing? I can catch Chris for you now and show how to do it. An iron ball becomes a ring."

"This is not'just this', Tom," Nelson shook his head, bent down and squatted on the ground, lifting the ring in his hand and slamming to the ground! Half of the ring face was flew to the corner of the room. He picked up the remaining ring and took it to his eyes and looked at it carefully. "Look, I have stopped maintaining the transformation technique. Even so, the deformed object is broken. After that, it still maintains the same properties as before. Look at this section, it's not the slightest difference from real obsidian, it's exactly the same..."

"Why?" Tom asked, tilting his head.

"It's hard for me to evaluate. Its movements are too weird, and it consumes magical power. There is so much magical power for me to turn into a table." Nelson continued to look at the ring, as if observing some rare treasure. , Commented, "But its stability after deformation is incomparable with our popular polymorphism. Under normal circumstances, the deformed product will return to its original form due to the destruction of the structure after such severe damage. ."

"So the Transfiguration technique left by Slytherin is a kind of high cost and high degree of completion?" Tom deserves to be Slytherin's college tyrant. He quickly understood the difference, "That is, if you use this It may not last long for this kind of transformation technique to fight, but the nature of the transformation product will be exceptionally stable."

"Yes," Nelson glanced at Tom, "and it's too difficult. It should be just the roughest deformation in the Slytherin collection. For him, it is almost the same as turning a match into a needle in our first grade. But I think its complicated spells and weird movements will stump a large group of people."

"The magic left by Slytherin himself must be difficult to learn," Tom accepted this point quite quickly. He shrugged indifferently and said, "After all, Slytherin has always rejected mediocrity, and the magic he left to his heirs is It's worthy of the standard of genius."

"You have accepted the name of'Slytherin's heir' very quickly," Nelson glanced at Tom with a white eye, but he was rather pleased to see him, so he had to retract his eyes and continue, "There is no doubt that the distortion we are learning now The technique must be more suitable for wide-ranging teaching. The toad that just failed to transform is obviously the evil taste of this line of transformation. Slytherin's spell is more like... the kind of spell that the pure-blooded family learns exclusively for the people of the tribe. , Just like your "Oolong out of the hole", it is not suitable for large-scale spread. If we use this kind of spell to fight Nagini again, I may not be able to hold on to your second snake cohesion. And Nagini may not be able to break free from my ground stab at all."

"Don't even think about playing Nagini..."

"I'm just giving an example... Aside from difficulty, consumption and universality, this kind of transformation is undoubtedly better in terms of magical effects alone." Nelson sat on the bed and threw the toad pillow on On the one hand, he put on a brand new pillow, and used his magic wand to tap the remaining half of the ring in his hand.

no response…

"Nell, what's the matter with you?" Tom asked when he saw Nelson froze in place like a petrification spell.

"It's nothing, it's just that I might... maybe I smashed the genuine ring?"

"What?" It seemed that Tom still cared about his antiques.

Nelson put his hand in his pocket and fumbled, and quickly touched a familiar ring.

"Well, I'm worrying too much." He tossed half of the ring aside, "Maybe this deformation effect is too strong, and the usual anti-curse won't work on it... Wait, all in all, yours The final effect of this transformation spell is far stronger than the most widely spread transformation. If you can eat its extraordinary consumption and difficulty in casting, don't mind if there is a toad in the battle. Come out of your arms, then it must be a better choice."

"So the ancient magic spell is really stronger than the modern one," Tom nodded. "It looks like the ancient magic text two years later, I say I have to choose anything..."

"Yes," Nelson nodded and touched his chin. "This is also the most outrageous thing about wizards. It's clear that everything is constantly developing. You see Muggles are like this, and they get stronger every year. But the spells cast by the wizards are getting more and more rubbish...I think this may be a conspiracy, in order to turn all the wizards into **** one day in the future."

"I'm not a trash anyway." Tom found a more comfortable posture and collapsed in the chair in the form of a small trash.

"I also want an old magic book here," Nelson took out a thick green book with white mist from the drawer, handed it to the mirror, and said, "This is what I learned from a book called'Despicable Helbo Many of the spells recorded in the spell book obtained by the ancient Greek wizards can be found in modern spell books, or in fact, the spells that are widely circulated in modern times are variants of these ancient spells. They The same situation exists-it is harder and more powerful." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 114 Ancient Transfiguration Green Reading-Hogwarts My classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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