My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 415

"I do not know either."

Dumbledore's calm and calm voice passed from the enchantment circle to the ears of the other two. The azure water ball became more and more solid, as if using a scoop of ice cream from the rippling sea hundreds of miles away. It is the same as it was scooped out directly, it is round and translucent, the color is clear and pure, and it looks a bit delicious.

Nelson licked his lips and stared eagerly at Dumbledore, who was surrounded by increasingly dense curses. Not only was this delicious "ice cream ball" enough to arouse people's appetite, but also because this was what he needed most now. Magic method—He doesn't want to wear clothes to sleep for fear of lack of deformable materials. Although he can do this after getting the approval of the black walnut wand, he will only do it recklessly and lack an effective method. Magic of Nelson—Several small silver **** appeared at the same time around Nelson, scattered all over the jungle, without any dead ends, taking this thrilling duel with only one spectator into the eye.

After the **** started recording, Nelson simply shook his right hand, and a golden pointer-like long sword appeared in his palm. Only a moment later, the parts of the long sword shattered one after another, and countless pieces of fine parts were clustered together. The ants of the team usually climbed along his right arm to the top of his head, and quickly turned into a pair of round gold wire glasses. Through the water curtain and the lens woven of small lenses, Nelson's eyes seemed to show a kind of A kind and gentle gray, but the vision he sees through his glasses is blurred and hazy like an impressionist painting, but the contrasting color blocks are marked in his eyes at the same time, and the curse that stays in the air for a short time is used according to its purpose. Quickly replaced with simple colored lines, but Dumbledore's huge magic power and Grindelwald's unimaginable offensive still made the picture extremely complicated and indistinguishable.

Nelson raised his right hand, pressed his index finger against his temple, and his chin was supported by his thumb. The Gunter family ring that appeared on the **** at some unknown time opened up a small path made of mist, and the magic power extended from the frame reached the white window. , A heavy muffled noise came from the other end, and the air around Nelson's forehead became extremely hot in an instant. The sword that had been inserted above Alexander's head successfully connected the huge and delicate heart of the giant far away in the illusion. .

The roar of steam rang in Nelson's ears, and the scene before him experienced countless refreshes and simplifications in a second. Soon, the mixed lines belonging to the Grindelwald curse were uniformly marked in gray, among them Several heavyweights were marked in red, and the huge color blocks of the water polo gradually faded. Soon, Grindelwald was hiding in the forest with the afterimage of the shifting position and Dumbledore standing still in the center of the water polo. Nelson, who was accurately marked on the lens, inspired the magic of the Prophet, with the assistance of Alexander's huge magic power and structure, actually tried to mark the direction of Grindelwald's next phantom shift on the lens, and the number of shades was different. A humanoid silhouette appeared around Grindelwald.

　　 And Nelson didn't have time to pay attention to this time as if he had pressed the slow button because of his overly active thoughts.

All this happened within a few seconds. It was almost too late for the two in the battle to notice the changes around them, and Grindelwald's figure also appeared within one of the outlines marked by Nelson in a flash. Wo continued to move around. Some predictions that were not in line with his habits were eliminated by the lens. The predictions were getting fewer and fewer directions, but they were getting more and more accurate.

　　 What kind of sight is this! A round and huge water ball is crawling in the middle of the forest like a sleeping dragon, like a brilliant sapphire dotted on a luxurious dark green evening dress, and dense curses of various colors are surrounding it from all sides, Delusion to destroy this exquisite work of art.

　　 Grindelwald's movements were so fast, so fast that the spell he was shooting seemed to be the sight of countless wizards radiating from all sides at the same time to think of Dumbledore.

Every wizard fears his loyal and huge wizard army, fears his famous dark magic skills, fears his foresight to watch the future, and fears his means of manipulating human nature and power, but few people understand the confrontation with him. The opponent's greatest pressure—it is Grindelwald's unique continuous apparition that is so fast that it doesn't need to cast a spell. He can defeat the opponent from the front like a cannon on a hard ship in the sun, or when the enemy has no time to react. Incarnate the shadow hidden in the blind spot, and use the simplest spell to defeat the enemy who thinks it is invulnerable.

　　 Nelson chased their figure, the rapid passing of magic power made his lips pale.

He remembered the time when Grindelwald had daily duel practice with himself in Neumongaard. Compared with his current speed, the apparition at that time was as slow as a turtle crawling, even every time he landed. They had to make some noises and pretend to chant spells to give Nelson a chance to react, but even so, in those years, Nelson seldom could catch up with his speed.

"He has been maintaining a level slightly better than me... What kind of mastery is this?" Nelson thought in his heart, and the color on the lens was also changing rapidly. "It is too slow to rely on me to calculate, I You can't put all your energy into forecasting.”

The pressure brought by Grindelwald and Dumbledore makes Nelson feel a little unbearable, but on the road to practicing Jonas' ideals, it is impossible to bypass these two conservatives on the journey of creating a world that belongs to everyone. With the mountain of radicals, does he want to bring his own ambition to the grave? Is he going to write all his ideals in his diary like Dr. Sykes? Couldn't he be a wizard like Grindelwald and Dumbledore?

　　 "If you are afraid of the head and tail, it is better to create a time converter to escape!"

Nelson chuckled. He made up his mind, and the remaining leaf fragments in his hand approached the frame along the sleeve. The crystallization of Dr. Sykes is an invention that is comparable to any magic. He has been trying to splice with those active limb fragments. Out of life, he is always trying to stimulate their remaining magic, as everyone knows, it is the "Sex Reduction" that he has researched to connect these "strangers" and give them vitality!

The moment the residue of oak leaves touched the frame, the magical power that Qiao Kunda left in his body was instantly activated, and grew wild like a long drought and rainy wilderness—Nelson didn't know about Dr. Sykes' research notes Less than him, every day of sleepless nights and nights, almost to memorize all of them, and what he lacks is just a seed taken from the "rose" that can restore everything.

Finally, when the residue of oak leaves was drawn into the passage of the gears of the frame, and then crushed into invisible powder, another imperceptible bridge was opened, and the magic left by Qiao Kunda was from his shoulder for a long time. The unhealed wound rushed crazily. Although it was not huge, it made the hot metal of the pointer sword instantly cool down. Nelson's pressure was much less. At the same time, a sound of heartbeat came from his ears. From the side, this heartbeat is different from the repeated roar of the steel heart pump, and it does not belong to any living creature. It is just a kind of magic that is restored to the purest and opens its arms to the world. It restores the memory contained in the lost fog. The magic power restores Nelson's successive predictions of Grindelwald's trajectory, restores the pressure caused by the steam flowing in the iron pipe, and instantly coincides with Nelson's heartbeat and the buzzing of steel at the end of the lost fog path.

　　 Nelson's eyes widened, and the predictions of Grindelwald on the lens disappeared.

"Dumbledore is short-sighted, so he will hide his last killing opportunity in the least powerful lighting spell. At the angle of the wand hand diagonally forward, this lighting spell is enough to make Dumbledore's glasses shrouded in water mist for a moment. Turning white." Nelson thought silently in his heart, "The last killer will be behind the same side. It should be some unexpected means of defeating the enemy with one strike—for example, a fierce fire that can burn the ocean."

　　 Another phantom appeared in the position Nelson had imagined, but this time it was not accompanied by a companion like before, it was alone, and it appeared so lonely.

　　 Nelson blinked his eyes, his feelings towards the outside world became normal, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald were no longer traced like slow motion.

The dense curses almost hit Dumbledore's dungeon at the same time. The round water ball sagged and swallowed all the curses. It was so tough that it was not broken. In the rain of bullets, Nelson saw Grindelwald's success. Smiling face, when the dungeon was struggling to deal with these tide-like spells, the dazzling light shined from his hand, as if a nuclear bomb was lit in the forest, even through the eyelids of Nelson who had closed his eyes early. , Reflecting his vision into a red.

When the light passed, Nelson opened his eyes, and there was still a ghost pierced by the strong light in front of him. It is hard to imagine whether the unsuspecting Dumbledore would go blind directly. The light even remained in the water, and The broken spells were twisted together, bright and colorful, and with a trace of unappreciable nausea.

　　 "At least it is indeed a lighting spell."

Nelson remembered the enhanced lighting spell he had lit in the sewer the night he was searching for Nagini with Tom, and he silently wrote down in his heart. He must learn this stuff. At this moment, he can't bear to blink his eyes, letting his tear glands instinct. He wet his eyes with tears and stared at Dumbledore's back.

　　 Grindelwald raised his wand, and the figure who had only stayed in place for less than a second became illusory again.

　　 And in the phantom drawn by Nelson behind Dumbledore, Grindelwald filled it in perfectly.

He handed the wand forward vigorously, and a purple flame no larger than a petal was like a butterfly flapping its wings, and flew towards the already discolored water cell with a beautiful elf-like step. It leaned down, lightly Kissing the flowing water, the flame tongue of the dancer's veil spread out like ripples from the drop point, and the whole prison was ignited sharply.

The scorching air wave slowed down for a few seconds before it reacted, and rushed in all directions like a tide. The trees that were still lush a few seconds ago had turned into coke that was blown away before they touched it, a black giant. The tornado suddenly whizzed into the sky.

Silver light flew out of Nelson's pocket on its own, forming a towering shield in front of him, splitting the wave in two like an anchor inserted into the bottom of a river, and the hot wind blew his hair backwards. Snow-like symmetrical ice crystals condense on the surface of the shield, resisting the spreading heat.

　　 And Nelson's eyes did not pay attention to the fierce fire, but fixedly stared at the outline of Dumbledore drawn on the lens and disturbed by the blazing heat.

　　 He held his wand high, still calm, as if it was the ocean under the cliff, letting the rock roll down, and after the spray, it was still calm.

　　 At this moment, the air above the forest has become distorted due to the high temperature. Under the refraction of light and shadow, it seems that there are two suns in the sky.

Dungeon...No, it should be called a fireball at this moment. The purple fireball maintains its original shape, and the fire will burn out the curse that was blocked by the water jail regardless of the enemy or us. The purple flame is more intense and blue than the red fire. Li Huo's death seemed unremarkable, even as charming as a middle-aged but still beautiful woman, but its temperature and lethality far exceeded the former two. Grindelwald deserved to play Li Huo into a superb Wizard.

　　 Just when the duel was about to end in Dumbledore's defeat, he suddenly moved, and then the fire moved.

The thick water gushed from the water cell and quickly divided the flame into four strands, like a ferocious four-headed giant snake, staring at Dumbledore in the center. The water was also making the final counterattack. He was quickly broken through the line of defense, and it became more and more beautiful that this scene of water and fire blended in, but this beauty was a poison that could be touched to death—he could still manipulate the water flow against the temperature.

　　 Grindelwald stood behind Dumbledore, watching his struggles with interest. As everyone knows, the water column touching the ground is moistening the dry and cracked soil, slowly approaching him from the ground, Dumbledore still has the power to fight back.

　　 Under the control of Transfiguration, those water jets quickly turned into struggling dragons. They left the last trace of water vapor on the surface and fluttered into the air.

　　 "The shield, in turn, is a prison."

Dumbledore was still teaching Nelson. In an instant, a water polo that was many times smaller came out of the dirt under Grindelwald's feet, and he was firmly sealed in the blink of an eye. He did not resist, and the air was fierce. The water dragon at the end of the crossbow was completely dried, and it roared at Dumbledore.

　　 "Magic is what you think in your heart!"

　　 Dumbledore raised his wand aloft and began to attempt to transform the spell cast by others.

　　 There was a touch of red in the swiftly falling fire, followed by double wings, beak, and bright crown.

　　 "The phoenix is ​​not afraid of flames."

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Dumbledore raised his head and looked in the direction of Graylock Mountain. In the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, a dozen small black spots were approaching quickly. Although it hasn't been long since the duel began, it was enough to alarm the teacher of Ifamoni. .

Dumbledore lowered his wand, the water cell collapsed, and Grindelwald was showered. He blew his whistle indifferently. The phoenix that was forming in the pounce collapsed, and a purple fireball rose into the sky. Shattered, there seemed to be three suns wrestling in the sky at this moment.

　　 "I am waiting for you in Boston."

　　 Grindelwald looked at Nelson, when the glasses on his face had disappeared.

　　 As soon as his voice fell, the three of them disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a forest that was rapidly growing on the ashes.

The teachers of Ifamoni formed an array, and flew cautiously against the canopy on their broomsticks. They lowered their height and approached here. In the neighboring town, Melissa Sykes and A Mundo Dippet is also slowly approaching the duel site.

　　Look at the speed, they will meet in this devastation soon.

　　 The three suns hanging high in the sky slowly dissipated. In a camp in the suburbs of Boston, a group of people wearing sun-patterned runners were offering dances to the gods who had responded to their call.

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