My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 391

"hiss……"

A weird statue of various shapes was placed in front of Nelson by the wizards of the Black family in order. Under the gloomy light, it is like a curious wax museum or an installation art gallery, and like a group of **** role-playing fans wearing leather Set of organized Halloween masquerade.

Wearing the Gunter family ring, Nelson closed his eyes and gently moved the ring face's resurrection stone. The world in his eyes instantly became pure white, and the white mist was rolling. The silhouette of the Black family wizard appeared in front of him. There was nothing before, and the souls of these dead were still completely dissipated.

Although he could not restore the truth of the incident through his soul, Nelson heaved a sigh of relief. At least he proved that these weird things in front of him were indeed dead. If one of them were still alive, it was really the scariest horror story he had heard this year.

Starting from the first coarsely stitched specimens, he carefully observed them one by one, drew their silhouettes on the small notebook he carried, and recorded their characteristics. With the improvement of the craftsmanship visible to the naked eye, the more things Nelson needed to record More and more.

The star and the moon above his head deflected, and when the belly was white quietly appeared in the east, Nelson finally walked to the last body-the human body that was out of tune with the same kind, had a clear expression, and seemed to have really lived.

Nelson stood in front of it for a long time. If you don't look at the hideous wounds, no matter why a man's body has a woman's head, then he is almost a normal person who can no longer be normal, but this kind of and living person Things that are extremely similar but know that they are completely different can often give people stronger fear. Even Nelson, who lives in a strange land and runs to the land of the dead all day long, feels that his hairs are standing upside down and nervous.

He shook his head, agitated by the cold wind before dawn, cheered up, and continued to record its characteristics.

After a night of rest and recuperation, the condition of the wizards of the Blacks improved a lot. The slightly wounded who were treated have begun to search for suspicious objects around them under the command of Bollocks. He noticed that Nelson's body was shaking and Bollocks waved. Called the butler and told him to set a fire in the bunker and keep the temperature.

Nelson raised his head to observe from time to time, and from time to time to jot down a few pens. The eyes of the body in front of him had become turbid over time, but they were still not decayed, and seemed to be observing the incoming people.

If he hadn't understood that these things had no souls, he would inevitably be frightened.

"At first I thought they would be very valuable... at least some kind of weird unique magic, for fear that they would be discovered by others, so they were sneaked up," Bollocks clutched his chest and walked behind Nelson, laughing to himself, "Which I know it's not a unique one, but an evil one. Did you solve the attack on us just now? It must not be a similar freak? I guess it's some kind of watchdog."

Nelson remained silent, staring at the muddy eyes.

Seeing this, Bollocks secretly said something wrong, and quickly added: "It must not be? It's not really the same thing as these things, right?"

"Congratulations," Nelson shook his head, "you guessed it, Mr. Black."

"I'll just say no," Bollock let out a long sigh of relief. "How can this kind of crooked way succeed? It must be some kind of janitor, not surprising, after all, there are everything in the ranch, right?"

"I mean you guessed the last sentence correctly," Nelson said calmly, repeating what Bollock said. "It's the same thing as these things."

"Only from the information collected so far, what is stored in these oak barrels may be just rough experimental products." Nelson stared at the woman's face with a grim expression in front of him, and met her empty eyes with a huge emotion. Looking at it, every muscle under the shriveled skin stayed at the last moment before it died. Nelson's gloved fingertips ran across her cheek, those swollen, relaxed, tough, and broken emotions seemed to span. Time is generally passed on to his hands-from the struggle from pain to resentment, followed by helpless endurance, pain in the past is a resignation of fate, to the habit of later, enjoying the numbness of the huge pain gap, until the moment of dying Commentary-he can feel it all.

Nelson retracted his hand like an electric shock, looked at the woman's face in surprise, and muttered, "Except for it...no, she."

"What's the matter?" Bollock stepped forward and asked.

"Nothing," Nelson moved his fingers. The clear emotions felt through the gloves were not like false, but no one would believe that they would feel emotions on such a patchwork corpse, as if they were dreams, but he didn't do it again. He stretched out his hand, just turned around, looked at Bollocks, and said, "These barrels should only be Dr. Sykes' experiments. Judging from the monsters that attacked you, his skills and magic should be available later. A lot of hard work...that is, unfortunately, the monsters that attacked you should be the same as them."

"what……"

Borlocks only felt scared for a while, and the well-informed him was also dumbfounded by the news and could not speak.

"We will call that monster a werewolf for the time being," Nelson recalled. "It has the body and habits of walking upright like a human, and the joints and stamina of a Siberian werewolf. This is the only werewolf that can breed on its own. They are more like wolves than other werewolves... Its body is covered with werewolf hair, the barbs on the legs of a spider, and the scales of certain crustaceans, which are enough to withstand most magical damage. In addition, it His teeth are somewhat similar to sharks, but they have stronger bites and more precise bites."

"Is it still alive?" When he heard "Resist most magical damage", Borlocs took a half step back, but he quickly straightened his chest and walked back and said, "It must be wiped out. It must be!"

"It won't bother you again."

Nelson pondered for a moment, using a magic wand to record on the notebook he carried, "The magical defense ability comparable to that of a troll makes ordinary wizards have no offensive means in front of it, and even a well-trained team of wizards can be defeated, but it Unlike large magical animals such as fire dragons or cystic leopards, it is easy to hit. It is fast enough to dodge most deadly spells, but its sharp teeth can easily tear apart the defenses of ordinary wizards, even if they are Mayfly and iron armor curse can only resist sharpness and cannot defuse the impulse-if it has a human brain as I infer, then it will be the most powerful killing machine against wizards."

"What are you writing?" Bollock glanced at the book curiously, then quickly withdrew his gaze, not wanting to pry into privacy.

"I'm imagining, Mr. Black," Nelson explained, "If the monster just now had a single-on-one fight with a normal wizard, how would it attack."

"Have you never experienced it...Oh, it might die in one face," I don't know why, Bollocks had blind confidence in Nelson, he squeezed out a smile and said, "What if it were me? Woolen cloth?"

"Uh..." Nelson shrugged awkwardly. "If you want to tell the truth..."

"ok, I get it."

"Only with the body, these monsters are already very powerful," Nelson guessed. "Now I don't know whether the "human" part of these things comes from a wizard or a Muggle. If it is a wizard, then it can use a wand or even cast it. Magic? If part of the monster's body comes from some magical animals that are born with magical abilities, such as thunderbirds and fire gray snakes, can it use these magics?"

"hiss……"

"This kind of monster seems to be specially created to kill wizards, but in ancient times there was actually a perfect technique for cultivating magical animals, such as the Klamath and the Sphinx, which are typical mixed-blood magical animals. Both advantages and strengths, and even the technique of using magic to cultivate basilisks by Helbo, these are already very mature," Nelson was still puzzled, "why did he choose such a curious and inefficient way? Just? Is it because of hobbies? This is too abnormal."

"Maybe his thinking is really different from that of ordinary people." Bollock rubbed his chin and analyzed. "After all, going to a Muggle school is very weird."

"Have you found anything like a manuscript?" Nelson turned and asked, "Are there any marks or records on those oak barrels?"

Borlocks turned to look at the stumbling wizards. After feeling the master's gaze, they shook their heads.

"That might be hidden in another room." Nelson's mind had many small circles surrounding a large circle.

"Master, those oak barrels look exactly the same, they are the barrels commonly used in the wine cellar at home." The butler of the Grimmauld Place Mansion raised his head and replied, "Really, they are exactly the same as ours."

"Damn it, you said it," Borox retched. "I don't think I want to drink anymore in my life."

"Sorry, sir." The butler lowered his head.

"I'm going to look at the barrel," Nelson turned around, leaving the "person" who looked more and more weird, and walked to the barrels stacked in the corner. "Have you seen the inside of the barrel?"

"Inside? Didn't these... uh, these things?"

"I mean the inner wall of the barrel."

The jelly that was soaked in the specimens was carefully collected by the wizards, ready to be taken back for more detailed testing. The empty wooden barrels were put together with their own lids, stacked in the order in which they were found, still Corresponding marks are carefully made on the edges.

Nelson didn't look at the specimens one by one. He went straight to the last barrel, illuminated it with his wand, and looked down quietly.

As the Black House wizards reported, it was empty inside, and Nelson shook his head, preparing to leave.

Just as he was swaying to take a step, the swinging wand caused the angle of the light source to change. On the inner side of the barrel, a line of looming scratches emerged, flashing past his sight.

Nelson raised his eyebrows, used the Levitation Charm to move the barrel out, covered his mouth and nose, bent down, and used his wand to illuminate it from different angles.

Soon, that line of scratches reappeared, this time clearer.

He divided the barrel into two along the edge of the scratch, and placed the marked part on the ground to observe.

The gel in which it was soaked was pus-like yellow. If the solidified gel is embedded in the nicks, it is difficult to find the scratches from the outside of the barrel. Bollocks stepped forward in confusion and saw the blurry line at a glance. The nicks on his face resembled a child's practice when he was learning to write. He turned around and glared at the wizard who was in charge of inspecting the barrel.

Nelson cut out the nicks in whole pieces, and used his magic wand to control the small whirlwind to sweep out the deep colloid little by little, for fear that the words would be damaged by excessive force.

Before long, three lines of English with completely different fonts appeared in front of Nelson, and they all seemed to be carved out with nails.

"I don't know who I am, am I me or me? But what I can be sure of is ■■■■■ (illegible

This passage is like a knife cut, each stroke is straight and straight, and the writing is deeply embedded in the wooden board, which is the best recognizable among the three lines.

"I think I should eat raw meat, I want to go back to the egg, I want to swim, but I think I am him again."

The font of this line is beautiful, but the pen is hesitant. The stroke is so light that it can only be seen clearly with wide eyes.

"I hope to find me the descendants of the devil, have you seen his price? Unfortunately, he died so happy! But soon you will feel this pain, trust me!"

The bottom line is crooked and crooked, like a beast. The hardest letter penetrates half of the board. The point of the last exclamation point even almost pierces the board. It can see through the light. This line is the clearest and most difficult to see. Recognition, as if half of the roar of a beast, you can see the pleasure of the writer from the inside.

The air in the bunker seemed to freeze~www.mtlnovel.com~ Both Nelson squatting on the ground and Bollocks standing behind him fell into a long silence.

"Boom!"

A piece of soil on the ground fell from above, breaking the silence in the bunker.

"Mr. Black," Nelson turned his head, and said word by word, "it looks like my guess has been confirmed again."

"They may indeed have human brains and wisdom," Bollock said through gritted teeth. Without knowing what was left behind the barrier that Nelson walked out of, he only felt that the plants were all soldiers, and there were evil and evil sights in all directions. He cast, "Damn! What the **** is this madman doing? The home of love... I can't be the home of love!"

Then he turned to Nelson and asked, "Should we give this place to Newmontgard?"

"Mr. Black, this is your land," Nelson shrugged. "But if you don't want to see this kind of stuff all over the world in two years, you'd better not do it."

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