My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 319

black.

The world was dyed dark, at least where Nelson could see, everything turned black, annoyed, angry, powerless, hated... Salem had given up on the students with Hogwarts The plan to die, she knew that if she still did this, the self-righteous hate wizard in front of her would definitely stop her. She changed her mind, swelled up like a balloon, and had a dying fight, even if she had to honour herself in front of the door. Her soul, she is also willing to pull this wizard who never forgot to humiliate herself at the last moment of her life.

"It is only natural that if the wizard is not destroyed, the wizard will destroy us."

The magic of her whole body rushed to her eyes, and the cry of the other seven people was squeezed out of her non-human-shaped mouth. Her color shrank suddenly and condensed into a light spot too small to be smaller. Nelson had only time to lift his clothes to cover his cheeks. , The next second was swallowed by black.

Man-made emotions often do not have natural sincerity, except for pain. And in this unskilled and emotional explosion, there is only pain. Black swallows everything, even pedestrians that cannot be touched.

Looking up at Kawahara, extremely clear and wild.

next moment.

White.

Can you feel white in a pure white world? Even the most dazzling light imaginable by humans cannot illuminate a world brighter than bright. When Nelson reappeared, he was kneeling on the ground, holding a golden spear in both hands, with the tip of the gun deep. Inserting the woman's head under her, her eyes couldn't be widened, her hands couldn't be extended any further, but there was still a finger-like distance from the "door" that was desperately longing for.

In this death match without spectators, even if Salem's counterattack was crazy, people would only know that it was her opponent who survived.

Salem's body shattered from the head, her eyes became gray, and the colors that belonged to her were blown away by the wind like sand, floating in the air, passing through the bodies of pedestrians, drifting towards them. The end.

But there was no wind here, only the roaring breathing of the gunman, his chest was violently up and down, his pale blond hair drooped down, covering his eyes and all his feelings.

The emptied plain was refilled in just a moment. The world lacked everything, but there was no shortage of people rushing towards death.

"It's over, it's all over."

When Nelson broke free from the trance, only the mist was left in front of him. His spear was stuck on the empty ground like a cane. Not far behind was a chain that had been corroded to pieces by the white ground. The opened and closed suction cups are dying and struggling like a drowning fish, but it is inevitable that they will be dragged into **** by the pale palm of their feet.

He raised his head and looked at the "door", the curtain swayed and stroked him, almost kissing his cheek.

Nelson's ears became extremely noisy, and those passing travelers were trying hard to leave their last voices. Some of them just rushed to the finish line, some stopped and went, and even had time to take off their hats to those who were kneeling at the door.

Nelson couldn't understand what they were talking about, maybe they didn't speak at all, all he heard was the noise born of loneliness in a world of absolute silence.

"We...you...no...here..."

He was holding a spear, and the weight of his whole body couldn't bend this hard weapon at all. His feet were soft and unable to get any strength. The old magic wand fell to the side, and the silver light on his body was visible, flashing like a short circuit. .

Nelson's feet were soft and he fell forward, hitting the ground with a "puff", the top of his head was infinitely close to the door, and Nelson's heart suddenly rose with a trace of desire, he wanted to climb into the door.

But his unstrengthened body could no longer support him to move halfway, his bare palms pressed close to the ground, and felt the pain of tearing. After scanning the old magic wand not far away, Nelson lifted his right hand by his will and moved forward. With a sudden leap, he pressed it on the dark wand.

The silver light flickered wildly and became rounded again. Nelson lay on the ground without moving for a long time. The curtains swayed slowly, approaching him again and again, like a charming monster, motivating every passerby. Heartstrings.

Because Nelson was lying at the door, the pedestrians behind him had to choose to detour, but that didn't affect anything. The door was too big to embrace everyone who rushed towards death.

Nelson's physical strength recovered. He didn't expect Salem's hatred to be so strong. It seems that she hates not the wizard at all, but the sad fate that she has added to the lie, but after a fierce battle, In the end, he won. Like in the fairy tale, the gods of light turned out to be the enemies of darkness.

But Nelson felt extremely empty. After doing everything he could do, he began to think about the meaning of being here.

Straightening up on the ground with his elbows, Nelson felt something attracting himself behind the dangling curtain in front of him. He raised his head, and a familiar back disappeared in the corner of the curtain and was swallowed by the unknown.

Nelson's eyes widened, and when the curtain was raised again, he saw the figure again.

He quickly got up from the ground, ignored the spear behind him, and rushed into the door anxiously.

"Do you really want to do this?"

A tingling sensation came from his fingers, and Nelson closed his eyes with pain. In the dark, he saw a man holding up his camera, "I must take this moment. My little Gnar has never been so confused. ."

"Jonas."

"Go back, I'll wait for you."

Nelson's movements paused, and when he opened his eyes, Jonas had disappeared in front of his eyes, but the momentum of his advancement was not diminished. He did not notice that his trousers were caught by the barbs on the spear, which was sent by his aunt The quality of his trousers was so good that Nelson used too much force and was dragged back, hitting the back of his head severely on the barrel of the gun, and being kicked by the sharp gear. The severe pain and the face of his loved ones made his eyes clear. Black and blue wandered between the eyes.

Nelson was holding the gun, not paying attention to the **** back of his head, his heart was full of fear, staring at the looming figure behind the curtain, it seemed to be just a cloud of mist that happened to be mixed together...

"Is that you?" Seemingly afraid of disturbing others, Nelson lowered his voice and whispered into the curtain, "I saw you."

"rustle……"

The curtains flicked lightly, seeming to laugh at him for speaking to himself.

"Who are you? If you really are you, then who am I?"

The curtain did not answer him, but continued to sway, and when it was raised again, the figure Nelson saw had disappeared.

"are you still there?"

Nelson asked disappointedly. To his surprise, there was a response to this question.

"are you still there?"

His voice was sent back as it was, and the "door" even rejected his voice.

Nelson is like a robot with a card disc. Standing in front of the curtain, he keeps stretching out his hand and retracting his hand. Fear and desire are intertwined in his mind. What makes him even more terrified is that what he fears or desires is do not know anything.

"What is behind the door?" A person will always read the inner monologue when he is afraid, "Is it death? What is after death? Do the soul's molecules enter the cycle of nature?"

The pedestrian walking towards death disappeared the moment he entered. Compared with Nelson's noise, there was absolute silence behind the "door", so quiet that even his heartbeat was so clear.

"What a silly boy, it... Death is tempting you!" The sudden voice made Nelson completely awake. He turned his head and found Helbo standing behind him. He pretended to shrug his shoulders casually and said, "It's a pity. I thought I could rely on these students to be resurrected."

"You did it?"

Nelson put aside his curiosity about the "door", raised his wand, turned around, and stared at Helbo vigilantly, while walking to the side with his scissor legs, for fear that Helbo could not think about changing one for another, and slapped himself with one foot. Enter the door.

"How is it possible," Haierbo sneered. At this moment, he returned to his youthful appearance. His slender face revealed an inexplicable evil, and his black eyes were inexplicably slanted to the sides like those of the Gunter family. No matter how frantic, it is impossible to allow livestock to slaughter the gods."

"Do you think the wizard is a god? Or do you think you are a god? Did the **** build it?" Nelson asked as he shifted his position, "You can't steal your Philosopher's Stone, why are you here?"

"I came here for the first time, and I followed you, my omnipotent master!" Helbo only glanced at the drapery, then lowered his head in fear, and turned to stare at Nelson's attire, raising his hands and hugging him. Behind his head, "Relax, I don't dare to touch you, the smell of death on you is stronger than the deadliest person I have ever seen."

"I'm going to give up." Without waiting for Nelson to speak, Helbo continued, "I found that there is no good fruit to be against you. You are like that pesky priestess, every time you can do good things to me."

His right eye stared at the curtain behind Nelson, but his left eye avoided it in fear.

"Will you give up?" Nelson sneered.

"No, I think as a qualified dark wizard, what I can do is to know the current affairs, especially after seeing it... Do you know? My great master, I think someone who fears death like me, is in front of it. Humble as dust," Helbo's tone was sometimes humble, sometimes peaceful, sometimes arrogant, like a theater actor. After feeling for a long time, he finally said something that caught Nelson off guard, "I'm going to kill you. "

"what are you saying?"

"My master, you are not like the kind of person who chooses to live. When you are bored with the long years and the limited world for you, you will always leave, don't you?" Haierbo said with a smile. "I will pull the cart like a horse and send you here. After you a hundred years, I will continue my business and I will miss you."

"Don't you worry about me getting it right once and for all?"

"I'm not worried, you won't even be able to tolerate a person who has only one pursuit in his life, right?"

The drapery swayed, as if mocking them.

"My master, why don't you go in and take a look? In your outfit, maybe even death can't catch you." Helbo walked slowly towards Nelson, staring at Nelson with his left eye, and turning his right eye crazily with a bit of disgust. Seriously suggested, "No, no, no...If you go in and you can come out, then maybe you can really get me done once and for all."

"Would you like to help me go in and have a look?" Nelson asked grimly. "By the way, I'm a little curious."

"I--"

Before Haierbo finished speaking, he only felt a strong attraction coming from before him. Although the surroundings were calm, he could feel the Ling Feng's continuous tearing of his body, and he stared in astonishment. In the eyes, Nelson's mocking smile was in front of him.

"I heard that a truly professional dark wizard will choose the back of his head when he is possessed, Helbo, your two eyes seem to have different ideas."

"you!"

Haierbo only had time to say a word, and the cruel green soul fragment was roughly torn from his body. After the color was peeled off, it was replaced by a woman's face. Salem's transparent body was dotted with two With jewel-black eyes, her gaze crossed Nelson, who had a complicated look in front of her, without making any special moves, but moving forward firmly.

A few seconds later, she entered the door without reluctance. The transparent body disappeared. Only two round, pitch-black gems fell on the ground and rolled in the opposite direction.

The green Helbo was squashed on the ground like a tortilla. Nelson raised his wand and pushed him amid his wailing. His twisted soul could no longer make a sound and was immediately drawn into the door. Inside.

The black stone pillar showed a hint of imperceptible green ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but it quickly mixed into the black, and it was also dyed black, and it could no longer be distinguished.

Nelson finally understood why so many dead people came here to leave their emotions and memories, but the illusion is always white-black is a mixture of all colors, and he is not at all curious about what is behind the door. Since people always die, why should we be curious about what happens after death?

"I'm a little curious, if the body of the Horcrux holder dies, will his soul also die?"

Gnar packed his wand, picked up the spear, and stayed away from here without hesitation. He ran away from Salem who had taken the lead. He uttered the doubt that he hadn't had time to ask, but Helbo might never be able to answer him.

"I heard that broken souls will be resisted by death, so...you're welcome."

Walk into the mist.

A white cat ran by the railroad tracks, passing by the feet of the hurrying travelers, and there were white flowers blooming along the way.

The pitch-black stone pillar stood behind him, and the curtain flicked lightly, no different from when he came.

Chapter end