My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 237

"I am a substitute for greed. Greed destroys me, and greed created me. When the first pair of eyes felt light, that was the greed at the beginning of the world. Living creatures are greedy for survival, pursuing fullness, and then gluttony. In the end it will be ruled."

Seeing that the eyeballs he had finally released were all caught, Bogin Bock suddenly gave up the idea of ​​making peace with Nelson. After shouting a slogan that seemed to be insane, before Nelson could act, he closed his eyes tightly. Twitching, the eyelid covering the blue right eye trembling violently in the closed eyes.

　　 Soon, Bojin Bok foamed at his mouth, motionless, as if he was dead to death.

Under the gaze of a few people, this lifeless body quickly shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally healthy young man quickly became thin and skinny, and his skin showed a kind of The aging gray-white color seemed to shatter with one touch, as if withered to the point of not having a trace of moisture.

Due to the dehydration and shrinkage of the body, there was a lot of space between the vines that bound it, which also caused them to slide down one after another, and put them on the body. The green vines and the leaves that are still growing on top are for this one in a few seconds. The body that turned into a corpse in the clock adds a coquettish beauty, and the cane is like a robe full of vitality, carefully mounting the silence in it.

Nelson did not expect that Borgin Bok would be able to sever himself so decisively. Tom, who was gearing up for his talent, was immediately dumbfounded. The two of them looked dignified. The only person with rich expressions was Troca who was watching the whole process. He shrugged. He shrank his head back and swallowed heavily. For a while, in the quiet forest, only the heavy "grumbling" sound could be heard, and Troka's heart seemed to fall with this spit. In the stomach.

　　 Looking at this obviously poisonous corpse, he showed a surviving expression, and said with shaking hands, "Fortunately, I didn't—"

"Wait!" Tom suddenly stopped Troca's next move. He waved his sleeve vigorously, and a barrier suddenly appeared around the corpse, protecting the weakest Nagini behind him, and everyone looked at the corpse nervously. The abnormal movement, I saw that its chest was suddenly lifted by something inside, and then quickly fell, lifted, fell, lifted, fell...

　　 A heartbeat sounded weaker than a mosquito's whisper, and this body that had almost lost its blood squeezed out the last trace of vitality.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the left eyelid of the corpse trembled violently, and the group of people stepped back and back again, and the barrier regained the barrier. They didn't realize that the left eye of the corpse had actually opened!

"Don't come, don't come to this." Tom said to himself with an ugly expression, remembering the mental pollution experience in Knockover Alley. Although a corpse can't make a big climate, if it is really given here Going to Karaketakus's hand, this place cannot be inhabited after all.

　　 Tom immediately raised his wand, ready to take precautions.

　　 "Wait..." Nelson stopped speaking, his tone full of uncertainty. In Tom's confused eyes, Nelson stared at the open eye that was looking at him, and whispered, "Is he still alive?"

Tom looked forward immediately. The eyeball that was very different from the blue eyeball was showing extremely complex emotions at this moment. It was full of hatred, resentment, helplessness, and attachment. It was an eye that truly belonged to a dying person. He was staring at Tom.

　　 "Will you take pictures—"

Before Nelson's words fell, Tom had already appeared on the other side of the barrier. He stood beside the corpse with eyes open and stared at him for a long time, just when the light in that eye was about to go out. Yinhui flowed out from the center of the pupil. It slowly rose and converged, and was finally thrown into the glass bottle that Tom had just taken out.

When the memory came out, Nelson clearly saw the comforting emotion in that eye. It seemed that it could only communicate with the outside world in this way, and the loss of memory also drew away its last tendons. This lingering consciousness is very lingering. The sound of the rapidly declining heartbeat disappeared.

　　 "Do you have a meditation basin in your pocket?" Tom crossed the barrier and appeared next to Nelson, stuffed the glass bottle into his hand, turned his head, and looked at the deadly eye.

　　 "No, but I probably have a substitute for it." Nelson waved his wand, and a small cloud appeared above everyone, shielding the hot sunlight.

　　 The clouds are a bit thin, and some sunlight casts down, making the light under the clouds look different in depth.

　　 Nelson unscrewed the lid of the glass bottle, and a wisp of silver mist mixed into the cloud with a sigh.

Bruce Rozier is a complete waste. His life is the best interpretation of the word "meaningless". He comes from a good background and is the first generation of the Rozier family in the 28th pureblood family. The two sons, although the Rozier family has not had any big names for centuries, for the sake of blood, the lords of the Black family and the Malfoy family are still willing to list their genealogy and their own in the same book. Here, and handed over the less important ones in some of the industries controlled by the pure-blood family to his father. This is a fringe family among the pure-blood wizards.

As a marginal figure in the marginal family, Bruce doesn't know if it's lucky or unfortunate. He lives as mediocre as countless mediocre pure-blood wizards—he was raised by his parents until he was eleven years old, entered Slytherin College, and spent his life shouting daddy During the seven years of his reputation, although his father's mediocrity made him less confident when he called his name, he finally enjoyed a fairly good campus life. After leaving Hogwarts with a reasonable result, He suddenly discovered that almost all the highlights of his life belonged to that period of time when he was in Hogwarts.

　　 In the words of his father, he was not as calm and sophisticated as his elder brother, and his intelligence and magic were not as smart as his younger brother.

Bruce wasn't sure if he was worried about him. In his opinion, it didn't need to be a job for Karaktakus Bok, and after the report, he suddenly discovered that he was in Karaktaku. Among the people around Si, it turned out to be a marginal figure.

　　 He doesn't like torturing Muggles, not because of his pity, but because he doesn't know the meaning of torturing Muggles, just like some people don't like to eat coriander, what a normal individual difference!

　　 He doesn't like to study black magic, because his magic talent is so ordinary, even if black magic is easy to learn, it is very difficult for him.

　　 He also doesn't like to slap a horse, because his mouth is stupid and his head is not bright, and he has taken several shots before, which is often counterproductive.

He is immersed in the cycle of eating and waiting for death and self-pity all day long. He eats as soon as he has a meal and supports the place when he has something to do. Anyway, he does not need to do it. In fact, he has not done it a few times recently. He was the first person to be brought down by Tom in one of the support services. This is why he stared at this Chamberlain before he died. After all, this may be the only person he knows in the forests of Albania. .

　　 "Under the humiliation of fate, I have already lay down." This is the best thing Bruce has said in his life, but fate still refuses to let him go.

As the first black wizard to be brought down by Tom, he slept beautifully on the ground, but when he opened his eyes for the first time, the eyes that were brought in were indeed half evil spirits staring at azure blue scary eyes." Mummy", the tattered mummy actually spoke, and he introduced himself in a friendly manner, "My name is Bojin Bok."

　　 Bruce wanted to say something, but when it came to his lips, it turned into another sentence:

　　 "My name is Bojin Bok."

"Good health," he squeezed his arm, stroked his fairly strong muscles like a metamorphosis, put on his hood, and slipped away from the collapsed shop, saying like a mantra, "I am Bokin Bok."

　　 From now on, Bruce can only receive information from the world from the narrow vision of his right eye. He has trouble speaking, ears, and legs.

　　 But it can't be said that Bruce did not make the choice of Borgin Bock. Anyway, he has always eaten and waited for death. He has no goal. What's wrong with letting others decide for himself? In this regard, Bruce has always been an optimist.

But he soon regretted it. There have been rumors that Bogin Bok has studied the corpse, but he did not expect that Bogin Bok would actually make himself a corpse. Bruce can have no one even if he has only one eye. He constantly felt the process of transforming his living body into a corpse step by step. The heartbeat became exhausted, the blood became thick and cold, and the muscles became rigid and rigid... He never thought that death could also be a corpse. process.

As a marginal figure in Karaktakus's follow-up class, he was finally assigned an important job. Although this job was more for the eye in his right eye socket, Karaktakus did not even call him Own name.

"Bogin, you might die this trip," Karaketakus looked at his right eye distressedly, and said in a deep voice, "I got a prophecy that in the birthplace of the legendary age, there is our great The opportunity for the rebirth of ancestors is the closest to success in thousands of years."

　　 "How do I need to help him?" Bruce felt that his mouth seemed to say such a sentence.

"You don't need assistance, the ancestors are destined to be unsuccessful this time," Karaketakus' eyes were full of excitement, "but this is the prelude to a grand performance, and we are the precursors of the greed of the ancestors in this world! Go see Look, if the coming of the ancestors was obstructed by others, and if the obstructed person has been against us, then you will die there."

　　 "Don't you need me to do something?"

　　 "No, if you die, I will know what happened."

　　 "But—"

"No but, Bogin, remember, you are just an eye, we cannot call a taboo, great ancestor, and don't need the help of an eye!" Karaketakus's expression suddenly became fanatical and obsessed. , Shouted in a poetic tone, "He is the humblest maggot, with a thousand legs and a hundred eyes! Any sharp sword cuts it off, it will be cut into two, and two into four!"

　　Bruce felt he rubbed his tired eyes and nodded and left.

　　 Before he died, he was thinking about a question, why did he suffer this sin—is it because of mediocrity? There are so many mediocre people in the world, why are they the only ones to be subjected to this torture?

　　 His ill-fated brain can hardly imagine this problem. He can only be blamed on his own bad luck. Unfortunately, he was the first to be brought down by Tom and was targeted by Borkin Bok. Unfortunately, he spent his life in this way.

　　 Bruce doesn't resent anything, after all, there is no meaning to such a mediocre resentment.

　　 The life of the body owner flashed quickly in the light and shadow under the clouds. When he passed his life, the surroundings were quiet with only breathing.

　　 "It's terribly mediocre." After a long time, Tom broke the calm, he shrugged and said, "Actually, it can't be regarded as mediocre. In his OWLs exam, he got an A in the history of magic."

　　 "Not even mediocrity is mediocre enough," Nagini said quietly.

　　 "Uh..." Tom didn't know what to say for a while, so he cast a questioning look at Nelson.

　　 "So, we can't even kill one eyeball?" Nelson was silent for a moment, UU reading www. uukanshu.com said quietly in the same tone as Nagini.

　　 Tom curled his mouth, after all, he was the one who dealt with the eyeballs.

"It can be basically concluded that the ancestors of the Bock family are the despicable Helbo, although I don't know how he, an ancient Greek wizard, wandered through the mountains and rivers to Britain to leave offspring," Nelson knocked on the table, sat aside, and said seriously, "but The origin of the so-called legend should refer to ancient Greece in the Balkans. Helbo was the wizard of ancient Greece. Apart from this, the only people of this place who can be called the ancestors of the rebirth should be Helbo alone. , So that the Horcrux and other magic that Karaketakus mastered has an explanation."

　　 "So what's the'Overture of the Grand Performance'?" Tom asked, "Don't you know the location of the Helbo Horcrux? Let's take the opportunity to dismantle him directly?"

"I think we still keep them." Nelson said sternly, "I don't know how many Horcruxes he still hides. Keeping them can make the situation appear as much as possible within the scope of my influence. I also know another thing about Helbo's prophecy."

"what?"

　　 Another abnormal movement of the corpse interrupted the conversation between the two. The right eye, which had been dry before, suddenly opened, and a huge creature wearing a black cloak abruptly squeezed out of the eye socket!

　　 Among the people present, only Troka may be afraid of it, but this is the first time everyone has seen this kind of scene.

　　 "Is the Dementor born like this?" Rowena shook his head and looked sympathetically at Bruce, who was completely dry on the ground. "It's so pitiful... he was just unfortunately chosen."

　　 Tom looked at her thoughtfully and raised his wand.

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