My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 318

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Alexander's huge body gradually took shape during the run, and his powerful arms swayed freely, like a selfless athlete rushing to the finish line.

Standing on top of Alexander's head, Dumbledore just felt like he was swimming in glue. As they got closer and closer to the “door”, he felt the air became thicker and thicker. Magic could not solve this discomfort. After he drew out his wand, the growing sense of oppression squeezed him from all directions.

At Alexander's feet, countless pedestrians still walked forward firmly. The color on their bodies has been peeled off during the long journey, leaving only the figures of emptiness that are indistinguishable from the edges. These are washed away. The soul of lost all the precious or unfortunate experiences in his long or short life, and walked forward to the entrance of the next station.

"Do you believe in an afterlife? Nelson."

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the "door", and he spoke with difficulty.

"I don't know, maybe there is."

Nelson frowned and looked ahead. On the plain near the "door" in the distance, a dilapidated black body was dragging a black chain forward. He patted the iron plate under his feet, and Alexander suddenly speeded up. Speed, his joints spewed out blue fierce fire, rushing towards the black monster quickly.

"I remember it was clearly broken, and there was no scum left."

"What?" The pressure around Dumbledore has increased. The kingdom of the dead seems to be rejecting him. His expression has become distorted with pain, but in order not to waste time, he resisted and said, "You Do you mean that silently? It should be normal for a dead soul to appear here."

"Strange, why does it have color? Is it still conscious?" Nelson's eyes were locked on the black chain that was stretched straight, and his heart was full of regret, "If we can cut the grass and remove the roots..."

He shook his head, his gaze became firmer, put a hand on the lever, and he was about to pull down, but Dumbledore, who was already kneeling on the ground, caused him to close his hand and press it slightly. , And then forcefully lifted up, Alexander's movement stopped, its legs were deeply inserted into the pure white ground, driven by inertia, abruptly ploughed forward hundreds of steps, its upper body also Leaning forward, Dumbledore fell to the ground because of his instability, and was about to fall.

The furnace in Alexander's chest spouted a thick pillar of fire and rushed to the ground violently. In the violent shaking, the strong impact made it stop the momentum of dumping, and Dumbledore was also dragged back by Nelson.

Hearing the loud noise coming from behind, the broken black monster turned its head. Its bones have been crushed by the stronger pressure in front, crawling on the ground like a pool of slime, almost to be crushed by the mighty force from nowhere. It became a fan, but when he saw Alexander, he still pulled the twisted muscles on his face, revealing a provocative smile.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Nelson supported Dumbledore on the ground. He looked several years old, his face pale, his muscles atrophy, his body trembling, his bones creaking and groaning.

Nelson raised his hand in front of him in confusion, he couldn't empathize with him, he couldn't even understand what happened to Dumbledore.

"Nelson..." Dumbledore lifted his right hand with all his strength, put it on Nelson's shoulder, and said with an ugly smile, "It seems that I too...should, I should go to Miss Joey. Get a golden bone."

These words almost squeezed the last breath in Dumbledore's chest. He gasped violently, but the smallest lungs squeezed to the point were no longer able to hold even a tiny bit of air. His throat was struggling for the last time. The dry rubbing sound of metal crashing.

"Sorry... I seem to be holding you back." After saying this, Dumbledore didn't even have the strength to breathe. "It... it's resisting me."

"It?" Nelson raised his head and looked at the "door" ahead. Unlike what Dumbledore said, he even felt that there was something he longed for in the door. It kept calling to himself.

He raised his head and didn't know when the clouds above his head dissipated. A shining sun was high in the sky. In Britain, only the summer solstice sun can be so big and bright. It is facing the “door”, like a Looking down at himself like eyes.

"Professor, I will ask Alexander to send you back." Seeing that Dumbledore was going to die, Nelson made his decision immediately.

"No... you need..."

Dumbledore could not say a complete word. His consciousness became blurred by suffocation. Even if he was a powerful wizard like him, he was still so weak at this moment. He did not even see the face of the enemy. , He was helplessly defeated, and Nelson didn't even know what hit him.

Nelson patted the iron plate under his feet lightly, tied Dumbledore's wand in his hand, held the hilt of the sword as a tie rod, inserted it in the end, turned around, and ran towards Alexander's head without hesitation. The edge of the platform.

The violent agitation in Alexander's chest, the lever in his body let out a mournful sob, he watched his creator leap from the top of his head, the hem of the windbreaker behind him swayed like wings in the fall, silver brilliance filled the whole body, triangular The magic pattern flashed by.

Dumbledore opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes full of chagrin, and he raised his arm and dropped it weakly.

Nelson felt this sense of weightlessness that was different from that in the world. He adjusted his body in the air and accelerated his dive head-down. His speed was getting faster and faster. He pierced the thick fog. When he was about to fall to the ground, his figure quickly shrank, and then, Plunged into the soft white ground.

Alexander's one eye flickered, and he raised his hand, covering Dumbledore above his head, and turned and ran in the direction he had come.

A few seconds later, a white cat broke through the ground in front of it, rushing towards the back of a huge monster like a silver lightning. On an endless plain, it looked like a vigorous cheetah, even taking advantage of the floating clouds. The speed is getting faster and faster, and the monster under high pressure is difficult to move. The distance between the two people is shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The "door" is still standing in the distance, it is indifferent to everything that happens in front of you, you chase me, life and death, nothing can move it that has existed for so many years.

The monster is crawling on the ground with difficulty, which may not be regarded as crawling at all. Its body is being crushed by unimaginable powerful pressure into a pool of magical power at all times, and the black magical power is still wriggling forward. Every time it advances an inch, the escaping magic power behind it will use the forefront as its main body to supplement it, but it will be defeated again before it is formed, so back and forth, the mist below it greedily absorbs its strong emotions. Magic power, its body is getting smaller and smaller, so that it has become a small black spot in Nelson's eyes, even so, it is still struggling to crawl into the door.

Turning into a cat, Nelson exploded faster than a train. He passed through all kinds of pedestrians. He didn't care to appreciate the scenery in front of him. He would not pay attention to those fellow travelers, nor would he find anyone standing in place hesitating. , There are people holding the last trace of color on their chests.

Only Salem was left in his eyes. Under the scorching sun above his head, he ran forward desperately, time and distance became blurred, and he also felt the pressure that was enough to crush Dumbledore, but This pressure only made him feel uncomfortable, and he did not lose the ability to act at all.

Nelson couldn't see it. His body was shining with dazzling silver. The world was resisting life and death, and the invisibility cloak helped him to fool death. This is the wonderful thing about this dress compared to other invisibility cloaks.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, Nelson finally caught up with Salem, who was dragging the rope. The distance from it was less than a hundred meters. Under the heavy pressure, it recovered some human form, but its huge body. The majestic and majestic magical powers were all sucked up by the greedy mist. Apart from the color, it looked like a middle-aged woman of ordinary figure, ordinary height, and ordinary clothes.

In front of her was the curtain, which was about to climb over.

Nelson exerted all his strength, jumped and rushed to Salem's side.

He was lying on the ground feebly, with the black "door" beside him. When he really came to its feet, he realized that the sight he saw in the distance could not reflect its magnificence. The arc of the thick stone pillar was It seemed to him that it was exactly a straight line, and the stone pillars were engraved with densely packed words. After only a glance, Nelson's thoughts were only blank, and everything inside the door was invisible, but he felt a kind of Attracting beyond instinct.

But now is not the time to rest or explore. If you climb two more steps, Salem will touch the "door".

It will be wrapped around the body with iron ropes that are much thicker than the arms, using both hands and feet, crawling on the ground like a beast. At the same time, the black on its body is still peeling off a little bit, but the final color is too firm and even lost. The fog couldn't be washed away. Nelson slowed down and walked towards it quietly. Some parts of it had turned white, and it looked like a sketch drawn with charcoal from a distance.

Salem lifted his broken right hand and slapped it forward, his five fingers slammed into the ground, but when he was about to lift his left hand again, he found that his hand could no longer be used.

She raised her head laboriously and saw a silver white cat stepping on her hand.

"You came…"

Nelson looked at him with a complex expression like a rough sketch of a woman. In those dark eyes without highlights, there was no complicated emotions, only pure hatred. He understood that the hatred was not directed against himself, but against him. All wizards, even though this hate has no reason, and even the root cause is deceit, it is extremely pure, so pure and terrifying. This woman's voice seems to be dedicated to hate—Nelson seems to understand that the loss of the fog cannot deprive Salem of its color. The reason is.

"I'm here." Nelson said. Although the opponent's plan and appearance were like a farce, and even though she hurt her friends and classmates, it was true that Nelson had seen one of the most stubborn opponents. He looked at Sai Lehm's gradually graying eyes said softly, "You have failed."

"Even if I die, can't I get revenge?" Salem's tone became calm.

"Perhaps it is," Nelson said with a hint of sympathy, "I have read some history books, do you want to know the story of Second Salem?"

Salem didn't speak, she wanted to move her fingers, but found that her left hand was stepped on by Nelson and could not move.

"The founders of Second Salem were not Muggle saviors, but a group of careerists who failed in the power struggle."

"Enough, I don't want to listen."

Salem said coldly, her left arm forcefully pulled off her arm that had been trampled by Nelson and continued to crawl forward.

"It looks like you know." Nelson's cat's claw released and severed his hand, and his five fingers squirmed, bypassing Nelson and crawling towards Salem. "Since you know, why do you want to attack someone who has nothing to do with it?"

"I don't know, and don't want to know."

"Is it emptiness? When you only knew about'hate' when you were a kid, it became difficult for you to understand love, didn't you?"

The white cat was covered by white light and slowly grew taller. When the light extinguished, Nelson, holding the wand, straightened up. He gently waved the wand. Several white wedges emerged from the ground and inserted into Salem's limbs. , Nailed her to the ground, "But the soul that rejects the truth is more empty. Instead of filling a leaked lie with generations of lives and beliefs, it is more meaningful to go to Antarctica to study penguins, isn't it? ?"

The color was quickly lost along the wounds in Salem's joints, and she didn't even have the strength to break her arm.

Nelson stretched out his hand, grabbed her hair, lifted her head, eyes facing each other, two pairs of dark eyes tearing each other's soul like an abyss.

"Bah!" Salem sipped Nelson, but the droplets did not have any strength at all. Instead, they left a disgusting saliva on her mouth, "The aloof wizard, you just look down on humans."

"You are wrong, I just look down on you."

Suddenly, Nelson saw the iron rope entangled on Salem's body tightened suddenly, and continuous force came from behind her. He pulled Salem's hair vigorously, and the resentment and tyranny that was hidden in his heart were smashed. I vented on her and continued, "The thing I look down on most is those who are moved by their own justice. It's disgusting!"

"What is the difference between you and me? It's just anger, you have the same eyes as mine," Salem smiled dryly, "what's the matter? Did you have something important destroyed by anger? Haha, I understand. NS…"

"Really?" Nelson let go, and Salem lay softly on the ground. Her colors were almost gone and clean, and she was already a useless person. "There are two kinds of black. Where there is no light, it is black, but on the drawing paper , Black is a mixture of all colors."

The drapery shook lightly, without any special reaction. Pedestrians who had lost everything stepped in constantly. To it, the two people who stopped at their feet were no different from all living beings.

Chapter end