My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 185

"Speaking of luck, if there is no Gnar, I might have lost my promise."

Tom smiled relaxedly, stroking Nagini's painful twisting body. Under his comfort, Nagini returned to calm. In the eyes of those abrupt people, the complicated human emotions flashed, and she twisted. The neck, the long tail stretched out to hook Tom's waist, and pulled him to Nelson's side.

Tom and Nelson stood side by side, looking at the changing fog ahead. In this strange world full of danger and death, he felt a sense of peace that he had never felt before, just as he found out that he was not a world for the first time many years ago. Alien, he turned his head eagerly, smiled at Nelson, and said confidently, "Let's get started."

"There is no need to be in such a hurry...Look at you. When you hear the snake, you get excited and scared Nagini." Nelson rubbed his chin and said, "Let's make a sure plan first. Animagus figured it out."

"Aren't you ready to practice Animagus?" Tom curled his lips. "You're not good at it."

"I can't? I know everything about Animagus," Nelson lightly hammered Tom's chest and said, "The wizard's Animagus, I understand, the blood cursed orcs are still different in shape, after all. From the appearance of Animagus to the present, I have never heard of magical animals transforming themselves."

"Nagini is not a magical animal."

"That's true," Nelson nodded, took out his wand and tapped it lightly. A transparent bubble floated from the tip of the wand, enveloping Nagini's soul, and led her toward a path that was divided by the fog wall. "Let's go, let's go and learn from professionals."

"professional?"

Tom followed Nelson's footsteps, shook his arm, and found that his wand had not fallen out. He frowned, and shook his arm again, but found that there was no response, so he simply put his hand into his sleeve. Found, Gnar, can't the wand be brought in?"

"What do you think this is?" Nelson raised his wand and raised his chin. "Didn't I say that this is my world. Only I can bring my wand in."

He lifted his wand braggingly, and the fog walls on both sides of the path surged and separated to the two sides. Pillars made of fog stood upright. Under Tom's gaze, a pure white King's Cross station platform appeared. In front of him, he even heard a whistle sound from a distance. After a while, a line of pure white Hogwarts quickly stopped on the rails in front of the two of them.

"Let's go, let's take the train." Nelson walked into the carriage, which seemed to be a dining car. He picked a window seat and beckoned Tom to sit down.

Tom scratched his head stiffly and sat down opposite Nelson. Nelson saw his appearance and smiled. "Are you now regretting that you could fly when you bought the wand?"

"I regret?" Tom hardened, "I can fly! Did you know? Much more handsome than the guys on the broomsticks!"

"But what does that have to do with me?" Nelson grinned and rubbed Tom's hair backhand, and said, "I don't know how to ride a broomstick anyway, so buy a flying carpet... By the way, you should improve your work and rest. Yes, this volume is a bit dangerous."

"It's okay," Tom said, rubbing his hair, "I used to stay up all night and my hair would fall too. Later, I used Porter shampoo and my symptoms eased a lot."

"Why didn't you continue to use it?" Nelson asked curiously.

The door closed, and the white scenery on both sides began to recede slowly.

"I have been busy recently. I didn't go to Diagon Alley very much. I will buy it tomorrow." Tom continued to rub his hair and squeezed it lightly. He looked a little horrified when he saw the two strands of hair in his palm. It was even more terrible for War to blow Hogwarts flat. He clenched his right hand and said heavily, "I will definitely go tomorrow."

"Oh, remember to bring me a mandela, or a few leaves." Nelson nodded and said smoothly.

"Don't you go with me?" Tom raised his eyebrows, his tone a little sharp.

"I'm tomorrow—" Nelson thought how to quibble.

"Well, I'll go together tomorrow." Nelson said with a curled lips, "Didn't Professor Slughorn say someone is coming to me? I'll go when I'm done. Anyway, it's the weekend..."

"It's pretty much the same. Don't even think about getting me to buy you things. I don't have any money." Tom groaned.

"You have no money? Don't think I don't know why the secret room is so dark..."

"Woooooo-"

Just as Tom tried to explain something, the siren rang.

"Let's go, let's go to a professional."

Nelson took off the Gunter family ring, put on the green ouroboros ring, put it on his little finger and turned it gently with the other hand. He stood up and took Nagini to the car door.

"Can you even change the railway system together?" Tom was behind Nelson, and he was more interested in the sound of the siren than the "professionals".

"Not really. Even the train wheels won't turn." Nelson stuck out his tongue and picked up the wand hidden in his sleeve. "As for the slowdown and the whistle, it's just to suit the atmosphere."

The two walked off the platform, and the train behind them slowly collapsed, and the white mist soon merged into the endless fog wall. Soon, the fog wall behind them closed, leaving only the huge space in front. A black, inverted high tower stretches down from the top of the head where the head is invisible, and the slender and sharp spire points directly at a person who is firmly bound by an iron chain.

The despicable Helbo didn't know what he had done, and was tied up.

Tom looked at the black tower hanging upside down, his heart full of appreciation for the spectacle.

"I will build one too."

He turned his head and looked at Nelson beside him, only to see that he was holding a green-tip paintbrush, drawing something on his wrist.

As the two got closer, Tom was able to vaguely see the figure bound by the chain-it was a man with a withered face, like a skeleton, with only a bunch of dry gray hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. One layer is stacked on top of each other, and in the gap between the iron chains, you can see the white mist digging in and out, and there is a intensive rubbing sound. It seems that there are tens of thousands of insects constantly chewing on his bones and bones. Internal organs.

"What are you painting?" Tom asked curiously.

Nelson did not answer him, but Helbo, who was bound by chains, answered the question.

"Great master, your painting skills are getting more and more exquisite..." His voice was weak and weak, but the flattery in it was not lacking.

"No, Helbo." Nelson curled his lips, and continued to paint on his hands without raising his head. "I remember the last time I painted better. After all, you can hook you again after you have been recruited once. Attack me."

"My benevolent master, your painting skills are so superb..." Haierbo repeated his compliments like a broken phonograph. "Aren't you learning the protective spell last time? Your humble servant's original intention was actually to help. Check the results of your study. Your humble servant knows that a person as weak as dust can never hurt a single hair of his powerful master."

"Is your condition serious again?"

Nelson looked at Helbo with disgust. Over the past three years, he has often come to the illusion to practice magic or hide something, even if Helbo has clearly understood that he can control the fog, and the fog has a food chain for wandering spirits like him. Restrained, but he still sharpened his head and launched a number of unremembered attacks on himself in three years. He stretched out his hand like a virtual grip in front of him, and the chains slowly retracted, sending out a burst of soreness. Cracking, he said coldly, "What are your new symptoms? Can't you even use the first person?"

"I was wrong, wise master, look at your stupid servant, you can't even speak." Although Haierbo's tone was full of pleading, it fell into the ears of others, always feeling a strong ridicule.

"Tsk tusk," Tom stood by Nelson and pointed. As a young wizard with a keen interest in dark magic, he knew very well about the despicable Helbo. He rubbed his chin and asked, "You tied him here. Is it?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "don't worry, a Horcrux master with a broken soul like him will never die."

"I'm not worried about whether he will die or not. Seriously, I thought you would crush this extinct creature to ashes," Tom said with a curled lips. "I'm just surprised, such a powerful dark wizard. It would end up like this. I thought that a wizard with a Horcrux would be immortal."

"You are right, he is not dead," Nelson said in the direction of Helbo. "Look, he is still alive, but the Horcrux error tolerance rate is a little low, so you have to guarantee that you won't be killed by others. If you defeat it, you won't be sealed."

"Noble Master, what you said is that I have fully realized the harm of Horcruxes." Haierbo's voice came again, "If there is a chance to come back again, I will definitely not make Horcruxes again."

"Yes, you tell me the location of the remaining Horcruxes, and I will help you destroy all the broken ones."

Helbo was silent.

"It's boring." Nelson released his hand, and the chains that bound Helbo also loosened. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and moved half of his body to the ground under Nelson's feet. He threw it in disgust. Shaking his foot, "Seriously, Helbo, I always thought that you, as a famous dark wizard in history, should always be a little dignified."

"What is that?" Helbo was not ashamed, but rather proud.

"In the beginning I thought, facing a great wizard like you, we can find a place, change a table, sit down and have tea and talk about things. Some transactions are not impossible." Nelson sighed, as if it were true. As if regretting Haierbo, he shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that we would be in this relationship now."

"Under your light, my tatters are not worth mentioning. The only thing I can offer is my loyalty."

Tom felt a little sick and turned his head.

"Okay..." Nelson raised his forehead, "I came to you this time, because there are things I want to ask you."

"Say." Helbo arched forward twice, trying to get Nelson's pants.

"Look at the blood cursed orc I brought." Nelson carefully dragged Nagini's body by his side, and stepped forward to stand between Helbo and Nagini, "Can you change the pair? Disgusting appearance."

"Yes."

Helbo opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face were smoothed, and his lower body grew out, and he quickly turned into a young appearance. He knelt on the ground and raised his head. Only then did he dared to look at the two people who followed Nelson.

"Oh?" He noticed a clue, he gave a soft voice, his eyes fixed on Tom, not paying attention to Nagini next to him at all.

"Peverier?" Helbo narrowed his eyes and looked at Tom's direction, ready to move. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and shook his head sharply, looking up at Tom's face and squeezing out another surname. "Slytherin?!"

"Hi...It's disgusting." Tom took a step back and whispered in Nelson's ear as if he was being stared at by a pervert.

"At least it can prove that you look like two famous wizards." Nelson shrugged.

"What you said makes me a little bit resistant to this."

Nelson stepped forward, stood in front of Tom, and screamed, "I want you to see her, you see what he is doing!"

"Hug... I'm sorry." Haierbo retracted his gaze and looked at Nagini in the transparent bubble. He only glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, "Unexpectedly, their homes are still not extinct. Where did you get it from? This blood cursed orc."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to the transparent bubble that wrapped Nagini~www.mtlnovel.com~ Nelson reacted very quickly, raising his leg and kicking Helbo's outstretched black hand.

"Hug... I'm sorry," Haierbo said with a "bang, bang," kowtow, "The blood cursed orc you brought was cursed by me back then. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down..."

"Can you lift the blood curse?" Nelson didn't have much hope.

"Hug... I'm sorry, I can't do it," Hailebo fell on the ground and said, "If she was just born, I can, but now, if she is separated forcibly, she will die. The blood curse is what I call from the east. The inspiration found in the medicinal materials of Cordyceps, the blood cursed beast soul is the parasite that resides in the wizard's body. It will continue to swallow the host's vitality until it completely replaces..."

"Still useless." Tom shook his head disappointedly.

"It's still useful," Nelson turned around, raised his arm, and an iron chain flew from behind Helbo, entangled his ankle, and dragged him back. "At least we know the blood curse. The principle is now. The thing I fear most has not happened. The blood curse is not fusion, but devouring. This at least proves that Nagini's consciousness and the snake are still two relatively independent individuals."

Tom nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Helbo, who was being dragged to fly back, opened his mouth and yelled at Tom in a snake-like voice. I am jumping to Hogwarts. My classmate is Voldemort. Chapter 185: Despicable Professionals. Green Reading-Hogwarts. My Classmate is Voldemort. Please click [Jump]

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