My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 230

Dumbledore opened the suitcase and spread it out on the ground. The huge suitcase was empty. There was nothing but a few pieces of white stone-like debris. He found a fairly level ground and carefully removed it from the suitcase. He took out something that Nelson couldn't see, and placed it gently on the ground.

Then, he drew out his wand and pointed it at Nagini who was convulsing on the roots of the tree. A milky white light slowly flew out of the wand and climbed on the most hideous wound on Nagini's body. He put away the wand. The milky white light spread and extended as if it had substance, and quickly clung to Nagini's body, wrapping her like a protective film.

Nagini's convulsions stopped. Nelson didn't know what the snake's heartbeat was, but he heard a soothing, human-like heartbeat echoing vigorously through the cave.

"The spell is'heal from wounds,'" Dumbledore explained, seeing Nelson's curious eyes, "It's Miss Joey's improved emergency medical spell. Your friend should be similar too, right. , Come closer."

Nelson nodded, and walked around the place where Dumbledore had placed things. He looked at him several times on the way, but he never saw anything. He didn't see the phantoms of light refracted by the glass. He couldn't help but look more. Gave Dumbled a few more glances.

Dumbledore stretched his hand up and waited quietly. For a while, the whole cave was so quiet that there was only the sound of water dripping on the rock wall. The tree did not move, and Nelson did not move. Under the influence of Dumbledore's curse, Nagini fell into a silent sleep. At this moment, the time here seemed to freeze.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe an hour, a loud and clear phoenix sound suddenly resounded throughout the underground cave, and the thick yew roots trembled, as if they had already felt the coming creatures.

A tiny flame appeared in Dumbledore's high hands. It was faint, active and warm, bringing the damp cave into the spring-like temperature for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the flame suddenly expanded, expanding outwards like an explosion, instantly reflecting red on the stone walls on all sides. In the next second, the sound of the phoenix sound became clearer and clearer. In the hottest place at the center of the flame, a beautiful and elegant The bird opened its arms and rushed out!

She flapped her wings and sang, and the air was showered with warm golden light and rain, illuminating the gloomy underground like daylight.

The phoenix has a slender body and wings and tail feathers that are too long compared to the body. This proportion may not be compatible with any creature, except for the noble phoenix.

She is like wearing a gorgeous long dress, coming from mythology to reality. It is difficult for Nelson to put the bird that he can only describe as "beautiful" and the little wrinkled chicken like a fading chicken. When the animals were connected, she stretched her wings and flew in the cave. The originally wide void seemed to be cramped at the moment, and only the sky was worthy of her.

"Fox, she will leave it to you."

Dumbledore lowered his hand, looked at the phoenix hovering above his head, and said in a deep voice.

Fox, who was flying happily, started in slow motion, lowered her head to look at Dumbledore, and let out a short call. She tilted her head and looked at Nelson behind Dumbledore. Nothing. The extra action suddenly appeared beside Nagini like a phantom.

She put her head close to Nagini's body, let out a sigh, and stepped on a branch next to her.

"Let's go, Nelson." Dumbledore looked at Nelson expectantly, blinked, and said, "The problem of the soul needs to be solved in the world of the soul. To tell you the truth, I have never been to the illusion! "

Nelson nodded, and the mist came from the hollows in all directions. Under Fox's curious gaze, he and Dumbledore disappeared into the fog.

Fox looked at the mist that filled the cave, flapped his wings in disgust, and flew to Nagini.

A few kilometers away, in Nelson's hut, Rowena, who was drinking tea with Tom about the little Slytherin stories of the year, suddenly stopped talking and looked in the direction of the tree stump.

"What's the matter? Ms. Ravenclaw." Tom, who heard something above, thought Rowena was choking on the pastry, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's talk about the story of Salazar and Godric duel on the north coast of Ireland." Rowena put down the teacup, Tom filled her with quick eyesight, and she took the teacup with satisfaction and took a sip. , Doesn't care about the temperature at all, "Slytherin, when Salazar was your age, you didn't have trouble like you."

"Is this the illusion of confusion?" Dumbledore was curious about all the whiteness here, and reached out to the surging air wall around him, grabbed a handful of lost fog in his palm, and rubbed it carefully.

"Yes, Professor." Nelson nodded.

"Will I come here after I die?" Dumbledore was curious, and kept looking at the surrounding scenery. "Does everyone come from the same place? Or is it the same place as where we live," There are different regions."

"I don't know, Professor."

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked at Nelson with some big tongues with some concern, and asked with concern, "I thought you just bit your tongue, so why your soul—"

"I came in by myself," Nelson opened his mouth, revealing a green leaf inside, then closed his mouth and explained, "Sorry, I have something in my mouth."

"Leaves of Mandrake?" Dumbledore raised her eyebrows. "That's right. Minerva told me you want to practice Animagus. Speaking of which, Albania is indeed a good place to practice Animagus. , Is there any difficulty?"

"I haven't encountered it yet."

"Well, I don't think you will have any problems."

The two exchanged a few words, and Dumbledore saw that Nelson was really uncomfortable and suggested to do business first.

"Let's go, where is that girl?"

As soon as the voice fell, Nelson stretched out his hand abruptly, and with a strong wave, the thick fog wall separated to the two sides, and the scene in front of Dumbledore turned rapidly. In the next second, the two of them were in a place exactly like the outside world, just changed. Color cave.

The scenery in the blurry territory is similar to the outside world, but it is different. These stretched scenes are more magnificent and absurd than the outside world. For Dumbledore who came out of this place, the root system in front of him is like a mythical world. The tree-like pure white yew had already shocked him. He sighed, but he soon gathered his mind and looked solemnly at the thin figure holding his knees and sitting at the bottom of the roots.

Nagini was still wearing the long green dress that Rowina had woven for her. Some of the leaves on it were already withered. She curled up, trembling slightly, wrapped her hands around her knees, and buried her face deeply in her arms.

Dumbledore took a step forward and strode towards Nagini behind Nelson. The snake's feelings were very sensitive, but the steps of the two did not disturb her at all.

"Nagini," Nelson yelled softly, coming closer, "Professor Dumbledore is here, he is the best transfiguration master in the world."

"Huh?" Nagini's voice was extremely hoarse, with a hint of snake-like aura, "Why are you here..."

Nagini's voice is a little weird because she hasn't spoken like a human for too long. Of course, this may be because she has some accents. She greeted the two with an urn voice, but never lifted her face from her knees.

Dumbledore looked at the thin woman in front of him anxiously. Her bare arms were almost skinny, and the bones on her elbows were unusually prominent. His whole body was in an unhealthy gray and pale, and his heart was tight, even if it was. A well-informed person like him has never seen such a weak person, not to mention that this weakness is directly manifested in the soul.

As he approached, Nagini shook more violently, and Dumbledore actually felt the fear of himself from her, he hurriedly bent down and half-kneeled on the ground, trying to comfort her.

But this action led to the completely opposite result. Nagini curled up further and further back, almost hiding himself in the roots of the yew behind him.

Dumbledore was at a loss for a while. He wiped his pockets, only to find that the wand was not on him.

"Nelson, what should I do to cast spells here?" He was a little anxious. Without a magic wand, he couldn't really help Nagini.

"Professor, use mine." Nelson handed his black walnut wand to Dumbledore, but his eyes never moved from Nagini.

Dumbledore took the wand and didn't ask much. He just started to heal Nagini right away. He didn't have many spells about souls, and even fewer were used to heal souls. These spells are also in his books. Carefully searched in the museum, and took it immediately.

Just as Dumbledore was casting the spell, Nelson's eyes were suddenly pierced by light from the other direction.

He looked in the direction of the light source. On that side, in the ground formed by the lost fog, there was a piece of green scales inserted, a piece of scales that seemed to have been polished, shiny enough to reflect light, and the scales looked like a lot. A mirror.

mirror?

Nelson was taken aback and looked at Nagini. This time his eyes noticed a lot of things that he hadn't seen-the dark red dirt between his fingers, a few curly scales hidden under him, and a long rattan skirt. The black stains on it...

Dumbledore was still patiently helping Nagini to heal her injuries, while helping her to remember the fate with him.

Nelson stood aside, holding his arms, and suddenly said:

"Nagini, what's wrong with your face?"

Nagini's shaking body suddenly stopped. She shook hard, but instead buried her head lower.

Nelson frowned, took a step forward, and repeated, "Nagini, what's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing..." Nagini's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Nelson took a step forward, squatted down on the other side of Dumbledore, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

Through Nelson's reaction, he also had a general guess.

"Nagini, do you believe me?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, "Believe that I am the most deformed person in the world?"

Nagini did not speak, but nodded with his shoulders clamped.

"Do you have scales on your face? Snake scales?" When Dumbledore asked this, Nagini froze like a power failure. Her breathing even stopped, but Dumbledore Lido was still chasing after him, "Is it the same scales as the body of the snake outside?"

"Professor..." Nelson whispered.

"Trust me, Nelson." Dumbledore looked at Nelson seriously, stood up, and walked to the side. "About ten years ago, a man who claimed to be Aurelius Dumbledore found me, oh , You may be more familiar with his other name-Credence Beerburn."

Nagini's stiff body seemed to have suddenly regained its connection with the clockwork. She raised her head after a meal, staring at Dumbledore.

When she raised her head, Nelson saw that her face did not have a scale, but was covered with nail-sized wounds. The blood in some wounds had coagulated and formed thick blood scabs, and some wounds were still bleeding. , As her head moved away from the skirt, a drop of red blood dripped directly onto the pure white ground, and was sucked dry by the hungry mist in an instant, as if it had never existed from beginning to end.

"He seems to have something he has to do. He wants to entrust another important thing to my former student Newt Scamander before leaving~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dumbledore helped. Holding glasses, "He wanted to find that person directly, but he didn't find it after a lot of effort, so he retreated, but he didn't seem to find Newt again-in fact, most of the time, I also Can't find him, so Credence Beilburn had to give me that thing. By the way, are you curious about who he cares most about? "

Dumbledore looked at Nagini with a smile, and stepped back.

Nagini let out a weird sob, and his eyes were full of complex emotions. Nelson thought it was fear at first glance, but soon he realized that it might be more complex emotions.

"Hehe," Dumbledore said nothing, continuing to talk about the thing Credence wanted to leave Newt. "Aurelius thought of a stupid way to delay your blood curse. "

Dumbledore stepped back at a standard pace, and after a few more steps, he finally stopped, bent down, and put his hands on the white ground.

"He found a treasure, a perfect treasure that should only appear in myths and legends," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and sold it. "In reality, it can be hidden without traces at all. Will stay, in the soul world, according to him, that can deceive the monsters parasitic in the souls of others... In my opinion, this is just a temporary cure, but in this case, this treasure can show its meaning. Unexpected effect, it can help you deceive your body!"

Nelson looked at Dumbledore, who had already squatted to the ground, with a strange expression.

"Huh?" Dumbledore changed his tone suddenly. "I remember I put it here obviously? Why can't I touch it?"

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