My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 232

"It's like slipping away under the eyes of death."

　　 Nelson told Tom briefly and concisely about what had just happened, while Tom sat quietly and listened, staring at Nelson's mouth in a daze, even the little tomato at hand was forgotten by him.

　　 Nelson finished talking about what had happened, and leaned contentedly against the back of the rocking chair.

"so…"

　　 Tom pondered for a moment, then spoke solemnly.

　　 "What's the matter?" Nelson looked at Tom's solemn expression, wondering if there was something wrong with his plan.

　　 "So..." Tom stared at Nelson's mouth, and after a long time he said the next sentence, "You can actually speak."

　　 "Except your weapons!" Tom, who realized he had been played around for a week, bounced off his chair, threw his wand from his cuff and shot it at Nelson, "You let me play a pantomime with you for a week!"

　　 The red light swift as thunder and lightning pounced on the rocking chair not far away, and the quick-acting Nelson was long gone.

　　 "One week! One week!" Tom waved his wand, and Nelson's rocking chair was blown to pieces.

　　 "I am mainly for safety, to prevent the leaves of the mandela grass from falling out when I speak." Nelson's defensive words came from behind Tom.

"I should have thought of it, you usually don't talk less when you eat!" Tom turned his wrist, turned his wand and shot it behind him. A chain tied the silver ball that made a sound behind him firmly, and the whole chain was inked. It is green, but it is colorful when you look closely. It is actually composed of small snakes with tails buckled together. It is hard to believe how strong it is, but from the tightly locked As you can see from the silver ball, its toughness seems not bad.

"I only swallowed it to speak. This is basic table manners." This small ball that looks like a horn has not lost its function because it is locked. It is still chattering and making Nelson's voice, as if to Make up all the things you haven't said in the past few days, "And Tom, don't you think that not speaking is actually a good thing?"

　　 "What's a good thing?" Tom stood still, his hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe and moved secretly.

"Professor Sykes once said," The silver ball **** by the snake chain shrank sharply, fell out of the gap in the chain, fell to the ground and disappeared, while Nelson's voice came from another direction behind Tom. It came again, "Alphad is a handsome man if he doesn't have a long mouth."

　　 "Are you Alphad?" Tom asked rhetorically.

"Uh…"

　　 "Don't say 'er', Gnar," Tom said suddenly nervously, "As a snack, your leaves almost fell out."

　　 "Huh?" Nelson's voice suddenly stopped, and there was a sound of leaves rubbing in the bush on Tom's left hand.

　　 "Snake net locks OK!"

Tom's long-prepared spell shot violently, and a green light shot straight toward the bushes, cutting the bushes and trees in the way out of a large hole with neat edges. On the other side of the hole, a whole body was bound by a snake net woven by snake chains. The resident figure was lying on the ground, wriggling like a caterpillar. Tom shook his head contentedly, flicked his hair, and walked in the direction where the curse was shot. He let out his "bad breath" and laughed loudly, "It can be regarded as being caught." I caught it!"

　　 "Hmm..."

Seeing Tom through the big hole cleared by the spell, he saw that the man lying on the ground was struggling with the wand that was locked behind his fingers to the side. He immediately squeezed a snake-like voice from between his teeth, The little snake that received the order fell out of the snake net, swam to the wand, picked it up and handed it to Tom's hand.

　　 "Don't move, Gnar, these are real snakes on you. I can't guarantee that they won't get into your collar."

Tom approached the twisting humanoid creature, turned him over, and removed the snake chain on his face, revealing Nelson's helpless face. To prevent Nelson from accidentally spitting out the leaves of the mandela, Tom also posted He sealed Nelson's mouth with a good piece of snake skin.

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 Nelson stopped moving immediately, in fact, except for his expressive face and neck, he really couldn't move anywhere.

　　Tom helped Nelson up, poked him in the face with Nelson's wand, and smiled, "It feels amazing to be caught by someone's favorite thing, isn't it?"

　　 Nelson shook his head hard.

　　 "You mean you don't like to use nets?" Tom raised his eyebrows, and when Nelson nodded again, he smiled, "Are you nodding and shaking your head from Albania or England."

"British?" Tom said to himself. He touched the snake head on Nelson's chest with his magic wand. In an instant, the snake net that bound him broke, and these little snakes, connected end to end, almost released their own at the same time. With his mouth, Nelson only felt itchy all over, and in the next second there was a burst of relaxation, the little snakes crawled off his body, swam into the jungle and disappeared.

"It's actually good for you not to speak," Tom put his wand back into Nelson's hand. "At least my ability to read eyes has improved a lot now. When I was young, I always felt that I could see through the heart of every child in the orphanage. What do you think, I feel that my ability is back in the past few days."

"Is it a bit too late to take out the blackboard?" Tom suddenly saw a blackboard. He suddenly felt ridiculed and said: "What's the point of congratulations? This looks like a sense of sedentary...no, This is dementia, this kind of title is not good."

"I would rather be called a natural master of magic kitchen utensils, at least that sounds like a positive person. A natural pantographer sounds like the kind of sleep that is often talked about when intimidating stinky boys who don't want to sleep. Former horror story, "Even though Nelson quickly figured out the blackboard, it was too late. Tom gave him a blank look at him and the blackboard floating behind him, and said helplessly, "Also, you forgot to write with a pen."

　　 "You nonsense, I used to tell people horror stories before going to bed," Tom retorted, "After I finished telling the story, our relationship often improved significantly."

　　 "Nonsense, they are all kind to me," Tom curled his lips. "Have you forgotten? One Christmas, almost everyone gave me gifts, but I still accept them now..."

Nelson's eyes smiled as if he could talk. He remembered that Christmas, the day before the orphanage organized some children to go to church, and was caught by the most common gangsters in the famine years. Tom was in that period. At that time, there are two big things that are uncomfortable. One is that they can't understand the small ones, and the other is that they can't understand the people who bully the little ones. For the latter, he is even more uncomfortable.

　　 So until now, there has been a legend in the orphanage, a legend about a martial arts elder brother who fell down here.

　　 "I said, are you really tired to lift a blackboard?" Tom should be the most uncomfortable with this blackboard that has fooled himself for a week.

　　 Nelson pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

　　 "Well, I forgot this snake skin..."

　　 "It's nice to be young..."

In the depths of the forest, Rowena, wearing a black dress, is standing on the branches of a tall tree, holding the thick trunk and looking at the two small figures of gold and black walking towards a mushroom-shaped hut in the distance. This scene seemed to take her back to her childhood, and her mother sat on the bedside reading for herself those fairy tales with weird and warm endings.

　　 She has done this before, but she doesn't know if it is because her storytelling level is too low or Helena is born to dislike listening to stories, but the relationship between her and her daughter eventually goes to a freezing point where things go against her wishes.

I am proud that I didn't reflect on whether I did something wrong until my daughter left, and the crown stolen by Helena was lost in this forest. Instead, a thousand years later, I gave myself an unusual rebirth. . In fact, with her wisdom, in the two days after the "rebirth", she had considered the reasons for cracks in no less than a hundred mother-daughter relationships and proposed no less than two hundred solutions.

"But what is completely satisfactory?" Rowena fiddled with the slightly curly black hair that fell to his chest. "I heard that she was a ghost in Ravenclaw, and that stupid and stupid Frozen Barrow together... even Hogwarts doesn't want to go back now."

"The black is too similar to Salazar, but the gold is quite different from Godric. It doesn't taste that way, but it's not a lot of it. If there is another one with braids, you will like it if you are fine. Hahaha, again Just a girl who can cook a good meal..."

　　 She stroked the tree trunk beside her, and sighed again, "It's so nice to be young..."

　　 The trunk shook, as if telling her that you are still young.

　　 "Forget it, let's take a look at those two big babies first."

　　 Rowena clapped his hands, and a large net bag made of vines fell from the crown of the tree above his head, and was dragged by a thick cane and hung in the air.

Two young men entangled in the narrow space in the net bag in a weird posture. One of them was holding the other person's shoulders, his mouth pressed against his neck, and four sharp fangs plunged into the other person fiercely. His arteries, his bright red eyes, sharp fangs and pale skin prove his identity-a vampire.

And the man who was mortally wounded and bleeding ceaselessly wrapped his arms around the vampire, and the sharp nails of his fingers plunged into the latter's body. One of his eyes was only closed, and his eyelids were dry, as if it was inside. There was a heavy blow to the eyeballs, and the two people gave up all weapons from civilized society, and entangled them with their own claws and teeth, and neither let them go.

　　 "Hey, you two, what are you doing in the woods?"

　　 The two people in the net bag slowed down a bit, but they were still entangled together, and they didn't even look at Rowena.

　　 She skillfully controlled the vines to tie the two together and separated them easily. It was obvious that she was already very familiar with this action.

　　 "Vampire, you speak first." Rowena pointed to the vampire hanging in the sun.

Troca gave her an angry look, his eyes filled with the resentment of a returnee who was inexplicably attacked at the door of his home and was inexplicably arrested. Adhering to the principle of non-violence and non-cooperation, he turned his head and stared fiercely. Bojin Bok on the opposite side.

　　 "You said, kid." Rowena picked his chin at Bogin Bok again.

　　 "My name is Bojin Bok."

　　 "Do you have anything else to say?"

　　 Rowena waited for a while, but did not get a response. The two people bound by the cane perfectly reached a static balance in the dynamic world.

　　 "Okay," she curled her lips, clapped her hands again, the cane on the net bag dragged the two of them into the canopy again, "I will see you tomorrow."

　　On the way to the hut, the blackboard suddenly flew in front of Tom.

　　 "Dew?" Tom stared at the words on the blackboard, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com nodded and said, "I want to say too, you should also prepare these bits and pieces of materials."

　　 "This is a folk remedy, you might as well believe in the old lady who sells amulet at the door of Knock Down Alley... I don't know if she found the Bella Swan you mentioned."

　　 "You'd better keep it," Tom curled his lips. "Just use the dew you collected, everyone else, even Dumbledore... Tsk."

　　 Tom slapped his mouth and shook his head.

　　 Nelson nodded, put his hand in his pocket, and found a crystal bottle filled with transparent liquid.

　　 "The bottle is not bad." Tom took the crystal bottle from Nelson and commented, "It looks very valuable."

"boom-"

　　 A muffled noise suddenly came from the bottle in his hand, the crystal bottle instantly shattered, and the liquid in the bottle spilled on his hand.

　　 Tom shook his hand, looking at his hand with surprise on his face, feeling unreal for his grip.

Immediately afterwards, the transparent liquid in the hand suddenly flowed on its own, attracting the water droplets that had fallen on the ground and absorbed by the soil, and condensed into a water ball. After collecting the scattered water droplets, it slowly elongated like a noodle and gradually became black.

　　 A few seconds later, a straight wand appeared in front of Tom. It hovered and wrote the text of the golden circle in the air:

"The stump above the cave is a good place. There is a small hole next to the jewelry that looks like a Ravenclaw crown. The dew inside is very good. Of course, for such a large forest, it can get dew. There will never be less places."

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