My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 435

　　 Among the clouds, a magic eye emitting a red light is keenly overlooking the continent below.

A shining star dragged the colorless tail flame to its direction again. This eye only shrank slightly, which was regarded as a greeting. Then, it passed by the newly born ethnicity and watched it fly. Go up to the sky higher than the sky and start your extraordinary life.

Eyes greedily stared at the ground under their feet. To the residents, the plain green and purple, as well as the tan of the ground that leaked from the gap, made it feel extremely fascinated. Large patches of color were separated and unfolded. Appeared in the eye made of magic and metal in a way that is incomprehensible for human beings.

　　 "It's so beautiful..."

　　 No one can understand its sigh, and no one can hear its exquisite beauty to the ordinary scene.

It is made up of layers of silver spherical flakes engraved with magic texts wrapped and spliced ​​on each other like an onion. The ancient Rune text shone with a faint light, and the layers of rotating gears caught this small eye. Those smaller and more precise lenses are arranged together, so that things far below are unobstructed and reflected in its red pupils-the penguin pendant hanging from the waist of the penguin, the broom flourishing on the high ground Heather, the crystal drops of water in the stamens, and the launching frame that was covered by the scorched soil and newly born weeds, had not been completely removed.

The gust of wind brought by Faust made the air current surging crazily, and it took a few seconds to blow away the dark clouds it was hiding in. What appeared in the broken clouds was a giant bird that came out of the myth. His feathers are as sharp as the most precious sword. The feathers on the chest and abdomen are too dense and tightly stitched. They appear to be made from a whole piece of silver plate. The strong claws and sharp eyes are exactly the same as the silver falcon Nelson once shaped when he duel with Tom in the basement of Hogwarts, but compared to many years ago, this big bird is undoubtedly much stronger-this is exactly the penguin. A group of people once sent cruisers to the sky in Antarctica.

Its wings are open enough to cover the sky, and its mighty posture is like a giant dragon gnawing at the world tree in Norse mythology. Unfortunately, because it is too high and far away, no one has the privilege of admiring this magnificent posture, even if someone is from Looking up from the ground, only a strange bird that flickered due to the distortion of the distance could be seen.

　　 The cruising destroyer did not stop, just a wave of his wings, and there were wind-swept clouds. Those broken clouds and fog could not even be found in debris, and a large hole appeared in the huge sky.

The high-altitude low temperature has covered the surface of the silver falcon's feathers with a thick layer of frost. Even so, the temperature of the furnace on its chest is still hot, and every time it **** its wings, blizzard-like ice crystals will fall from the gaps in the feathers. At this moment, a living thing can come to its side to touch it, and the epidermis will be instantly destroyed by this extremely low temperature, and it will be permanently stuck to it.

In just a moment, it came to the top of the launching frame. There were a few circular triangular marks in the field of vision to lock the missing pieces due to being buried by the soil. Its eyes looked around the launching frame, confirming that no one was there. After getting close, it gently waved its wings.

Immediately afterwards, a few feathers fell off its body and fell vertically. As it fell faster and faster, the metal that formed the magic text on the surface melted and disintegrated quickly, leaving only the spindle-shaped core that was tough and unhurried enough to withstand fierce fire. Falling firmly, dragging out a straight tail flame, even if it is small, the magic power and speed contained in it makes it difficult for anyone to resist. After leaving the "gift", the cruising destroyer raised his head and made a long sound that pierced the sky. Ming, plunged into the boundless sky.

　　 Its figure was gradually enveloped in the thick fog that gushed out from the gap of the feathers, and soon, with a blast that broke through the sound barrier, the fog shattered, and the silver falcon's figure disappeared.

　　 Many people on the Scottish Highlands saw this scene of the meteorite falling from the sky, including Robert sitting next to Nelson. He stared at this scene in a daze, showing an incredible expression, bowed his head, and rubbed his eyes.

　　 With the increasing number of "constellations" outside the atmosphere, the mission of the Cruise Destroyer patrol is not so heavy, especially after replacing the new core matched with Alexander, for the first time in its ignorant mind, it has ideas outside the mission.

It was a blizzard that swept across Antarctica. Above the dark and dense clouds, the extreme cold caused a rare continuous ice crystal to condense, and the silver falcon just soared above the clouds at this moment. In a glimpse of it, it was undulating. I saw my figure blooming in the sun on the uncertain ice. It was so heroic and beautiful. It was like a boy who loved reflection in Greek mythology. It was fascinated by the dream of daffodils, even though the ice crystals with unstable structure are very It's about to shatter, but the flashing effect is still engraved in its core that is always scorched by fire and spewing steam.

　　 "I'm so beautiful."

This is the first time this young soul, set by ancient magic texts and the magic of foreign visitors, feels the existence of "I". After the ice crystals shattered, it saw the boundless, pure white vast ice field beneath its feet. The ice layer, which was still smooth and immutable in the snowstorm, made it even more shocked, which made it the second sigh in its life.

　　 "How beautiful is this world."

"You know, boy," Robert raised his head and took a closer look. The fireballs had disappeared, but there were a few eye-catching plumes of smoke in the air that was boiling because of them. He looked at this scene with emotion. , Seemed to use it as his wife's farewell. The priest held the shepherd tightly, turned his head to look at Nelson, and said seriously, “There are too many differences in this world, and each of them may bring misfortune. All the deviations are attributed to simple magic."

　　 "You said." Nelson smiled and offered a cup of warm water that he didn't know where he took out. Robert held the steaming cup of water, feeling the warm current flowing from his palm to the limbs, and the sadness and loneliness seemed to be washed away a bit.

"I have been in this church for many years. Although this is a vast, sparsely populated, barren and poor land, the believers living here are not much simpler than in a big city like London," he held a teacup, curling steam. Covering his vision, he said softly, "Some people commit a heinous crime but want God to forgive him and bless him, some people always come over for peace of mind even though they don't believe it, and some people devote their lives to the church. When everyone is praised as a devout believer, he doesn't care about his followers. The wives and children in the family are suffering from hunger. They are all misfortunes, but are these misfortunes rooted in the same sin? What do you think?"

　　 "I don't know their life experience, so I don't dare to comment." Nelson replied cautiously.

谷　　 "Yes, so am I. I only heard their piety, their guilt, and their longing, but I don't know how they became criminals, how they became empty, and how they became appearances."

Robert stayed on the ground and took a sip from his teacup. The warm tea moisturized his dry throat. Even if he had just walked out of sorrow, he was still immersed in sorrow. He was patient and gently enlightened. This young man who seemed inexplicably confused because of his answer, even though he had just killed his most important person not long ago.

"Perhaps it is the greed that is bred by poverty, or the rage that is brought about by bullying, or it is the laziness that is exchanged for indifference. There are too many sins in this world, and there are too many contradictions that breed sins, but you dare to say, this Is it because they don't know how to do magic?” Robert crossed his chest silently. The pagan life that had been caused by magic over the years had been in conflict with his piety, and his original transparent heart was also covered. A layer of shadows, "The criminal won't become a good man when he gets magic. He may actually become more intensified and become like Isabel... the dark wizard in your mouth; the greedy person will not change because of magic's ability to obtain wealth. To be indifferent, there will be greater desires that are more incompatible with ability and morality; a lazy person will not become industrious because of magic, and he will still be willing to let his family starve to prove his. It's hard to be piety recognized by the Lord."

"Yes," Nelson squinted and nodded, his eyes locked on the smoke column in the distance, and a barrier quietly opened beside him and Robert. "Even in the wizarding society with magic, sin and injustice can be seen everywhere. ."

"If I have magic... I mean, I don't think so. It's a blasphemy against the Lord, but it's just—" Robert halfway said, and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his pagan speech, so he hurried to Crossed his chest.

　　 "It's just a hypothesis."

　　 Nelson continued his words, and the hand holding the wand was slightly hardened, and the steam in the cup became vigorous, obscuring Robert's sight.

　　 At this moment, a turbulent shock wave swept across the settlement closest to the launch site of Faust. There was a Muggle village closer to it, but it had already been turned into a ruin by Isabel.

Like a horse galloping, and like a tide rolling, the sky full of smoke and dust is like a thick wall, slowly advancing towards the church-the speed of advancing seems to be very slow, but it is only because it is too large and too towering No matter, the wizards who noticed the change moved quickly. Tom grabbed Hagrid's funny black tie like a napkin who was playing with McGonagall's youngest son, and dragged him and the boy behind him, and Dumbledore appeared with a stride. At the forefront of the crowd, Augusta and Flivy who were comforting McGonagall were protected behind him. Almost at the same time, a real tide and a stone-skinned giant snake appeared, and Dumbledore looked back. Holding his wand, Tom, with scarlet pupils, raised his eyebrows inexplicably and blew a silent whistle.

When he turned his head, the giant snake was already stranded in the tide, and its huge body was entrenched at the foot of the cliff below the church, turning into a towering obsidian city wall surrounded by water. The sky darkened, and the next second, it shook strongly. Feeling came from everyone's feet. McGonagall's eldest son was standing alone in the field, somewhat unstable. Tom sighed, and a stone pillar appeared beside him. The boy gave him a grateful look and squeezed it tightly. .

The air wave stopped slowly in front of the stone wall, as if it had been precisely calculated. It just swept the snake head's forehead gently on the wall, and then lost its power. Even without the stone wall and tide, it could not hurt. To the village.

The shaking came and went quickly. When everything subsided slowly, the water evaporated and the stone wall fell. Dumbledore raised his eyes and looked into the distance. In the middle of the grassland in the distance, a huge black pit was burning from The flames outside the sky, the cruising destroyer really destroyed all the remaining wreckage of the launcher by "dropping bombs". With the deep pit as the center, the ground with turf around it was rolled up, and the cobweb-like cracks spread in all directions, even already. At the foot of the hill where they were, a bottomless mound stretched out crookedly, just stopping under the most protruding stone of the cliff, as if the earth was broken by a blow to its skull, even if this scene was so huge. It's only insignificant for the earth, but it is shocking enough for a small human being.

The aftermath of the impact rolled up the hurricane and rolled the broom heather planted in the cemetery into the sky. Nelson's barrier shattered at the right time, and the petals flying all over the sky surrounded Robert like a rain of flowers. He stared wide-eyed. In the magnificent scene before him, the rain of flowers stretched like a pair of gentle arms, embracing him in his arms, petals flying across his cheeks, taking away drops of crystal tears.

　　 He watched this scene idiotically, even Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When the rain of flowers calmed down, Tom had put away his wand and began to explain to Hagrid how to choose a tie. Dumbledore looked at the foot of the mountain, the grass was desolate, and the purple flowers were in full bloom. He turned his head and looked at Nelson, only to get one sentence, "Don't worry, Professor, it's not for hitting people."

"If I were also a wizard," Robert suddenly sighed, and said, "There is no need to hide XZ with Isabel. We can live safely in our hometown, and she can live to see this scene...Those who have changed because of her People who are unlucky don't have to suffer that kind of ordeal~www.mtlnovel.com~ and she doesn't have to live and die with such a serious sin."

　　 "Mr. McGonagall."

"But what's the difference?" Robert blinked his eyes, his face was no longer the priestly, gentle smile, but the ease of heart, he patted the back of Nelson's hand and continued Said, "Anyway, she is still my love, the mother of Minerva and the children."

　　 "I see," Nelson couldn't help but take off his hat and salute him, "Thank you."

"I hope you can feel better," Robert squeezed Nelson's hand. "My son... he is young and ignorant. Please don't take it to heart. You will understand when he grows up and stop his mother in time. You are the one who brought our family and the entire high ground back from the abyss."

"I wish I didn't have this ability," Nelson smiled bitterly and looked at the empty palm. "Everyone has the right to choose. I shouldn't use my own standards to define them... But the world has the standards of the world! It can't be as hasty as before."

Nelson grabbed his hair and turned his head to look at Robert. He had closed his eyes and fell asleep by the handrail next to the steps. I wonder if in his dream he would meet the charming and rebellious girl again. In the new story, can they become each other's antidote and replace the "drug" of sowing the green horror on the Scottish Highlands?

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