My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 362

"I... I didn't understand what you mean?"

A cold wind blew, and the wizards behind Piqueley suddenly felt a chill in their backs. They were the same as Piqueley. It was obvious that Nelson said it was easy to understand, but he still didn't understand a word.

"Does this guy want the wizard to give Muggles his life?" Someone figured out the joints, but quickly rejected this absurd idea. How could the wizard's life be placed on the same scale as those mud legs? Woolen cloth? What's more, the person who said this sentence is also a wizard. This sentence must have a deeper meaning, but he is dull and has not thought clearly.

"Can't you understand English to English? It doesn't matter, I can translate for you."

The crowd behind Nelson couldn't help but let out a depressed laugh. Like Muggles, many wizards took pleasure in teasing the mud legs in America.

"Sorry, I can understand it, but I don't quite understand it. What is the price of the same sincerity you said?"

"Is it hard to understand?"

Nelson shook the hand of the old magic wand vigorously, and the wind suddenly rose, and the doors of a row of dilapidated warehouses beside him opened suddenly. The pale powder piled up like a granary into small hills. Under the wind swept, the powder was like a bursting bank. Flood water gushes out from the house. Under Nelson's control, it converges into a pale python and occupies behind him. It glares and grows wide as if it is alive, showing its pale teeth, accompanied by a desperate scream. The shouts of countless people.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Sorry, I... I don't know." Piqueley stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and nose, staggering back a step, death is tasteless, but at this moment, she smelled a strong smell of death.

But how could she retreat easily, the pain in the back of her head being pierced by the magic wand pulled her from fear back to reality, and she had to face it directly.

"This is ashes."

Nelson put his hand down to his side. These ashes that filled the storeroom were burned by the people who died in Second Salem. These frantic researchers not only played with them before they were alive, but even after they died. Squeeze out the last trace of value-the ashes of people who died in despair under the torture of black magic are good black magic materials. Not long ago, there was such a batch of high-quality goods in Knockturn Alley.

"It's really hard to imagine, Ms. Piquili, one thousand three hundred and sixty people! One thousand three hundred and sixty people!" Nelson raised his palm, and the pale python's head came up gently, in his After rubbing his palm, Nelson complained angrily, "More than a thousand people, even if they stand together, are enough to fill all the open space here, but they only have so little left after they die!"

Piqueley and the wizards behind her stared blankly at the python who showed intimacy to Nelson. They were so scared that they could not speak. From the report, the number of people was just numbers, but they were really facing all of this. Feel the shock.

Someone in the team couldn't help but vomit.

"Do you think they are disgusting? Do you make you nauseous?" Tom gritted his teeth in disgust, another magic wand appeared in his empty hand, and he stretched out his hand without looking back, a red light flashed, and a person behind him was hit. Fei, even the wizards behind him suffered, they fell in a huddle to the ground, and the vomit made them smelly.

"I don't think they are disgusting at all, on the contrary, they are innocent. What do you think?" Nelson asked in a cold voice as he ran his fingers across the scales of the white python. The wizards behind Piqueri kept nodding their heads, even if there was no Green at this moment. Dewo, they have lost their heart to fight.

"My lord, please don't touch it. The black magic it contains is very harmful to your body."

Someone reminded the saint behind him, but Nelson did not follow his advice. Instead, he gently stroked its forehead, turned around, and whispered to the concerned saint, “I'm just saving them. It became a serpentine shape, and then there was nothing to do."

"grown ups……"

"Do you know what this means? The more than a thousand victims are getting close to me. I don't feel the erosion of the so-called black magic at all. I only feel the same body temperature as mine-also, the Horcrux in Helbo Before they were discovered, they were also alive people like me," Nelson turned his head abruptly and scolded, "but some people are unscrupulously depriving them of the right to live, breathe, and emit the same body temperature as ours, and wantonly trample on the lives of others. Is it worth our swords to face each other?"

The air solidified, and only the clicking sound of the flashlight continued to sound. The penguin blew and moved around, looking for the shooting angle. After a while, the sudden loud noise in the saints almost shocked him to throw away the camera.

"It's worth it! It's worth it! It's worth it!"

"Very well," Nelson removed his hand from the snake's head and continued to ask, "Should we sit back and watch this?"

The roar this time was crisper and sharper than the last time: "No! No! No! No!"

"Then what price should they pay?"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

"Yes, sowing the wind, the harvest is the storm." Nelson stared at Piqueley and the wizards, and said softly, "rest assured, I will not kill innocents like you."

"This... ridiculous, so crazy!" Piqueley kept shaking his head, "Please trust the Magical Congress of the United States once. We will definitely find everyone involved in this matter and give them a fair and open trial. Forgive me. To put it bluntly, neither you nor Newmontgard can guarantee true justice. Only when we work together can we give the victims a satisfactory account."

"Yes?"

Nelson took off his robe slowly and handed it to the saint who walked up behind him, almost crushing him to the ground.

A gleam of silver light began to flicker from his neck, and soon covered his body with a gleaming silver cloak that looked like a starry sky. He raised the old wand straight to his chest with his right hand, and wore the resurrection stone ring. Holding the back of his right hand with his left hand, as if holding a holy sword, he raised the old magic wand above his head.

At this moment, the sun set in the west on time, and the world plunged into darkness.

"One sun extinguishes the other, and both the **** and the wand are held in the same person's hand."

In the whispering chants, a dazzling light that was difficult to see directly gushed from the tip of the old magic wand and rushed straight into the sky. It only took a second to penetrate the body of the black bat above its head. , Pierced straight into the center of the imprint of the Deathly Hallows hanging high in the sky. It passed through the mark of the imprint and continued to march towards the distant starry sky. Finally, after the sun sank, another sun shone in the sky.

Someone in the saint's team had seen a similar scene, it was a cloud floating in the sky above Knockturn Alley.

The "sun" is like an eye, indifferently scanning the masses of living beings under its feet. As the light gushing from the old magic wand becomes more fierce, it bursts slowly, tearing open a wound surging with mist in the night. In the cracks, the lost fog dripped from the cracks, covering the surrounding night scene with a dreamy silver.

Nelson's face became pale again, and the pure white light spilled from the cracks on the ground, shining on the wizard and the pale python on the surface, and its face showed a sense of humane liberation, under the guidance of the light. , The snake body suddenly opened from the inside, turning into white bone meal all over the sky, dots of silver brilliance emerged in the white pillar of light, like a reversing rain, heading towards the cracks.

"so beautiful……"

Adele, a little girl covered with trauma but recovered some spirits, stretched out her blood-stained hand and touched the slowly rising rain. She knew what the rain was, and said her final farewell to them.

She thought that the rain should be colder than the real rain, but she never expected that those elven-like light particles would sing and dance around her, lining up to kiss her forehead.

In the sound of rain, she heard a familiar voice.

"Come on, Adele, go back and take a shower, you are still the most beautiful girl."

"Live, little girl, you can be a lawyer in the future."

"You will have a good future, I swear to God... Oh no, I swear to myself."

"If you are bullied, you can go to my son, who works as a police officer in Cleveland."

She had heard all these voices. They were the "prisoners" who accompanied her during the nightmare time of the Second Salem Resident. In the rare respite late at night, they had encouraged each other and looked forward to the coming of the Savior. She felt her eyes. It was filled with dampness, and the tear glands that had dried up due to capital punishment came out with tears again.

"Little girl, you have recovered some more." Zweig squatted aside and touched her head lightly. She raised her neck and looked over the densely packed saints in front of her, over the hut, over the darkness, and over the light. , Firmly condensed behind Nelson.

The American wizards behind Piqueley had never seen this battle. They just wanted Nelson to receive his magical powers. Some people with faith were even on the verge of collapse and raised their wands again.

Tom turned around, the wand in his right hand was still behind Piqueley's head, and he stared warily at the panicked crowd behind him.

"Leave it to me here, Riddle." A low male voice rang in Tom's ear. He turned his head. It was Grindelwald. He was looking up at the gap in the sky and muttered, "It's so beautiful...this Is it to master the power of death?"

He lowered his head, held Tom's wrist, took it from the back of Piqueley's head, and said softly, "You're tired, go to Nelson, he needs you."

Tom didn't say anything, nodded, past Piqueley, and walked towards Nelson.

Grindelwald looked at Tom's back and smiled. The moment he just walked out of the crowd, the dark blue fire came out of the ground against Tom's heel, and a wall-like ring of fire locked the wizards firmly. In the same place, he flicked his fingers, and the flame burst out suddenly and grew to more than three meters high. He stood quietly on the spot, enjoying the beautiful scenery in the sky, which was the scenery he had dreamed of.

"Tom."

Nelson greeted Tom in a hoarse voice when he saw Tom approaching.

"Yours?" Tom pointed to the sky, "I'll help."

"How can I?" Nelson shook his head and motioned for Tom to approach. "I will return you the Gunter family ring."

Tom shook his head and stretched out his hand to take away the old magic wand held by Nelson. He could see that the sacred artifact that most needed magic power was this one-he carefully maintained the beam of light, and the magic power of the oranges in the body was being greedy by it. The ground plundered, and his face suddenly turned white, shiny white in the light.

"It's a bit weak, Tom."

"Huh?" Tom snorted and straightened his back. Suddenly, he felt Nelson and him grab the old magic wand. With the combined force of the two, the three reunion sacred artifacts showed greater With power, the gap on the top of the head becomes wider and wider, and the spilt light adorns the surroundings as bright as day.

Under the shining of Yinhui, the ashes floating in the air disappeared instantly, and the souls locked in by black magic were released, but they did not act immediately. Instead, they gathered around the two, seeming to be doing the last thing. bid farewell.

Nelson suddenly felt a brisk body, and when he looked down, wisps of milky white steam emerged and rose from the surface of the cloak—that was the memories he read when he rescued the remaining fifty people. Those desperate and painful memories are in The baptism of the souls dissipated, and the burden on Nelson was suddenly lightened.

He smelled gratitude from the surrounding light, but this was far from enough. After the milky white memory transpired, the black sludge was ripped out of his temples. It was the memory of the Pepy Ghost who was stunned by him. For a hundred years, pure malice always accumulates in the depths of his soul, which made Nelson become sensitive and violent, but all of this disappeared under the gift of the rescued.

"Sorry, I didn't come earlier," Nelson closed his eyes. "Perhaps Halebo's Horcrux wouldn't be— without me—"

Tom finally knew why Nelson was acting so caring and even blaming himself. He just wanted to say something. A hand made of light spots came out of the night, and he held out a finger to press Nelson's lips. , And then, it opened its palm, stroked Nelson's cheek like a mother, lifted his face, and took out the small black ball entangled in chains from the coat held by the saint behind him. Moshu gently in his hand.

The black was melted and disintegrated in an instant, and the chain returned to its magical form and floated in the air, leaving a creamy, smooth, bone-like exquisite sphere.

"Child, listen to us, you don't have to stand on the opposite side of the world for us..."

"We are already very grateful to you, but there are better solutions for everything, especially for you, there are more people in distress that need you to save, you don't have to set yourself up for a group of greedy and ignorant people. it's here."

"Look at that little girl, she is still alive, and the people who are alive are the most important."

"I was a lawyer before I was alive..."

"I am a soldier..."

"I'm a farmer~www.mtlnovel.com~Look, this one next to me is my wife..."

"Please let us protect you once, you are so tired, child."

"Protect yourself, listen to me..."

"No!" Nelson shook his head, clenching his fists firmly, "I must judge them!"

"No, you don't have to."

"Your justice will be distorted into power and brutality. If you use the same methods as them, everything you do will fall short."

"But we can, we are the dead."

"Let us judge them."

Another group of people appeared around the resident. It was Dumbledore who took the lead. Their eyes were first attracted by Grindelwald's fierce fire, and then they quickly noticed the heavenly vision.

"Oh my God..."

Chapter end