My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 472

Dumbledore's peripheral vision noticed the change on the edge of the battlefield, and his pupils dilated suddenly, but the position he represented did not allow him to return to help, and even in front of two familiar students, he could not show his respect for Green Devore's concern.

But this momentary hesitation is enough for Tom. This guy who has been different since he was a child has a keen sense of smell like a beast, and even when he was in the orphanage, he was able to control his own magic power at will, and do many things. What the junior students at Hogwarts could not do, his attention was always focused on Dumbledore, and even if Nelson fell, he would not disrupt his plans by accident.

The magic of the two traditional wizards who are more like wizards has a stronger visual impact, the fiery fire and the tough water prison, the sinister curse and the gentle resistance, the elements of mutual generation and mutual restraint are from the two ordinary tips of the staff. It was created, as distinct as mountain fire and rain, the two were separated on the top of the two walls, and they carried out an elegant bombardment like Western gunmen, but Dumbledore's attention was attracted by Grindelwald's stab. , the flaws also appeared in front of Tom.

There was no emotion on Tom's expressionless face, and a cold, cold light shot out from his eyes, and his scarlet pupils flowed with the magic power of analyzing the opponent, like two ouroboros connected end to end. His wand and his right hand were shrouded in green light, and a small green snake squeezed out from between his fingers, spitting out letters, and slowly and leisurely hid in the torrent of spells and approached Dumbledore.

"Tom, did you still learn that magic?"

Dumbledore quickly woke up from the distraction, his brows were wrinkled, and the pain from his fingertips instantly paralyzed his control over the stick-hander, but he didn't have time to stop his hand, and the uncontrolled water prison pierced from the tip of the stick. Gushing out, a torrent that was many times stronger than before swallowed Tom in an instant. The water prison was frantically absorbing the rainwater accumulated on the barrier, expanding wildly around it uncontrollably, spreading among the bats that crowded the sky, making it huge. His body was submerged in an instant, the water prison quickly spread to the extent that even the dome of the hiding place could not hold it, and the barrier set up by Nelson under his feet was precarious. Under the pressure, a mayfly hidden in the light revealed their true colors , it is still expanding in all directions, and has jumped to the top of the main venue, crushing the barrier between the hidden place and Paris, under the strong water pressure, the barrier that was hit by the aftermath of the battle between Nelson and Grindelwald The upper rift keeps expanding.

Dumbledore's magic power and proficiency are far beyond Tom's imagination. Most of his experience was spent on controlling his own magic. Tan Gu finally understands why many people say that if Dumbledore degenerates into a Dark wizard, no one will be able to stop him again.

But Tom, who was hidden by the water prison, showed his expression for the first time in the battle - he smiled, which was exactly what he wanted to see, Dumbledore gained immense power because of the love he believed in, but his Weaknesses are therefore equally apparent.

The wizards walking in the Expo Park noticed the movement above their heads, raised their heads, and their field of vision was filled with the blue and brilliant silver of the sea and the sky. Nothing happened.

Dumbledore bowed his head, and at the end of the little finger of his right hand, a circle of green nicks slowly emerged. This is a curse from the oldest era of wizards. It is feared by everyone, and even generations of wizards are committed to the creation of it. The name—despicable Haierbo—was erased from history. Dumbledore endured the discomfort of being pulled away from the magic power, and handed the wand to his left hand. The silver magic power from the patron saint immediately covered his little finger. Tom, who was standing still in the middle, did not continue to attack, nor did he immediately recover his injury after controlling the curse with the patron saint. Instead, he cast a spell with his left hand more urgently, trying to eliminate the water prison that had been out of control.

"Tom, learn this magic, and your emotions will be manipulated by it."

While shrinking the water prison, Dumbledore still has time to teach Tom. He no longer intends to regard this battle as an initial exercise. Because of Tom's black magic mixed in the spell, he showed his anger for the first time. "Do you think it will have any impact on this battle? Black magic is a choice that can only be made in extreme circumstances. Tell me, is there any difference in the disarming spell?"

"Professor, I will go to you next semester to be locked up," Tom bowed slightly, his loud voice came from the opposite wall, "but it does affect the war situation, I know you as you know me, you will definitely Choose not to let your magic spread to those who have more farming, don't you?"

Even in the water prison where no spell can penetrate, Tom still had a calm expression on his face. He smiled and apologized to Dumbledore, but a picture of my unchanging attitude was still full of mischief, and he even put down his wand, Admiring the sight of Dumbledore controlling his own magic, "If it were me, I might pursue the victory, but you won't, this is something I may never be able to do in my life."

"Don't add more unnecessary sacrifices," Dumbledore sighed, and the water prison filled with the sky was slowly absorbed by his wand, "I absolutely support you, but I do not approve of this method."

"Professor, the world is not perfect, and there is no perfect plot and ending," Tom was trying to use the protagonist's privilege to defeat a strong enemy, "Even if you are perfect, you always become a half-assed person at the most critical moment, I listen to you. After your remarks about Muggles, in my opinion, how can a saint who is fair to you prevent it from coming at the last moment? Even if you have seen the future brought by Gnar, you still choose to be a half-assed ?"

Tom has no reverence. He frantically used his mouth to output. Unlike Nelson's slogan, this output seems to have an effect. Dumbledore stopped talking, pretending that his energy was occupied by the water dungeon, and concentrated on releasing it. The water prison, when he arrived, spit out a sentence: "That is not a good future."

"But it will happen, and people like you should make it better, not stop it," Tom tucked his wand back into his sleeve, looking at Dumbledore's appearance. Professor, why are you more superstitious than me?"

Nelson and Grindelwald in the distance have been maintaining the action of backstabbing and being backstabbed, their eyes looking at the battlefield where Dumbledore and Tom are at the same time, showing the same shocking expression of watching a play, as if carved from a mold. from.

"Oh... that's not bad," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. "Albus really hid his hand. His style is really the same as before. If he doesn't understand, he withdraws from the battlefield."

"Professor Dumbledore's magic becomes unparalleled when he guards," Nelson said softly. "He's a noble man."

"You're different, vile Kidney Beater." Grindelwald was strung in place by Nelson like potatoes on a skewer, but there was no blood coming out of the wound pierced by the sword, and he looked away from the water cell. , looked into Nelson's eyes, and said with a smile, "It's too despicable to even engage in a sneak attack."

"As long as you can win, don't say sneak attack—"

Even if he succeeded, Nelson did not relax his vigilance. On the contrary, when he felt the unobstructed touch of the long sword, he was even more nervous. He didn't even dare to chase after the victory. The ground retreated quickly, and he only had time to look at the weapon in his hand with his peripheral vision, only the hilt and the small half of the blade remained, but the half of the blade was stained with purple flames, like ignited rubber. It lost its solid form in the flames, dripping like candles on the silver wall beneath her feet.

Nelson was shocked. The pieces covering his wand were all peeled off from Alexander. These metals had undergone the high temperature roasting in Alexander's core furnace, using all the methods and materials he could think of to increase the strength. It can be said that , even if the best alchemist in the world, Nicole Lemay, made it himself, it could not have been better. This metal, which can be called the master of wizard alchemy, has lost its shape under the fierce fire of Grindelwald. , the seal engraved rune collapsed, like the most mundane scraps of paper.

"I have advised you more than once, Nelson," Grindelwald turned his head and turned his back to Nelson indifferently. He squeezed the blade protruding from his abdomen and pulled it gently, and the sharp point appeared in the In his hand, "Take your attention away from those boring things, even the simplest floating spell, with your talent, if you practice it 10,000 times, it will be better than these broken things."

As if being forged, the blade gradually melted in his flames, and was pinched into various shapes like plasticine.

The flames condensed in his palm, and the purple flames burst out fiercely, scorching the air around his hand seal and twisting it, making crackling crackles constantly, and I don't know what was ignited, under his control Down, the purple became deeper and deeper, and the color of the light and shadow compressed toward the center of the flame. When it was about to close to a point, the color suddenly disappeared, as if the flame was extinguished, and the stirring Yang Yan also fell silent, only the flowing metal remained. Showing off its unparalleled temperature.

But Nelson, who was standing opposite him, didn't dare to think so. In his eyes, there was a mass of magic in Grindelwald's palm that he couldn't predict or estimate. It was stable and peaceful, like a The unopened Christmas ball, anything close to it will turn into ashes in an instant, and the ashes will also dissipate in the burning invisible, not even the corpse can be left, Dumbledore in the distance turned his head sharply, his eyes full of fear, Standing opposite him, Tom hummed happily in the water prison.

"What about your Transfiguration? Can you just turn into a harmless pet to escape? Don't you have confidence in it?"

In the flame in Grindelwald's hand, Nelson's proud sword tip is constantly deformed, but this is not a metamorphosis, but a more powerful force to force it to change, under the shape of transparent flame, it is exactly the same as before The tip of the sword slowly took shape, he waved his wand lightly, and the tip of the sword was thrown violently in the rotation, just like throwing a wooden stick at random.

Nelson's hair stood on end. He seemed to be stared at by a giant dragon naked. Although he had distanced himself from Grindelwald, the sense of crisis became stronger. The blood-covered future appeared in front of his eyes. There was only the instinct to escape in his heart, and Nelson's figure disappeared in an instant, even he didn't notice it, and his Apparition speed was half a minute faster, adding a touch of resemblance to Grindelwald's ability.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that the tip of the sword that was still some distance away suddenly appeared where Nelson had just stood, tearing his afterimage into pieces, the tip of the sword seemed to be able to ignore the distance and time, making a phantom shift similar to Grindelwald. It only stayed in place for a moment, and then quickly reappeared behind Nelson. It was still the same soft strength, and it tore Nelson's figure to shreds again.

Grindelwald even put away his wand, stood on the spot with his arms in his arms, watching Nelson being chased by his own weapon and fleeing everywhere, he sneered: "Why don't you hide in the blurred illusion? Why not use your juggling. Time to do the trick again? Haven't you studied it yet? What's the use of running away? If I were you, I'd rather be stabbed to death with a sword... huh, sword? Wizards use swords, so funny. Don't face Fire, you will be afraid of fire all your life, I heard others say, you can only use the lighter I left with brother Albus to light it, are you so afraid?"

Tom in the water prison heard Grindelwald's humiliation, and his wand slipped from his sleeve to his hand again. He understood Nelson's danger at the moment, and his brief encounter with Grindelwald made him understand that it was different from Dumbledore's constant fear of them being seriously injured. , will even be **** by a seemingly ridiculous reason, Grindelwald will really fight, but he is not willing to help, just like Nelson is not willing to hide from the blurred vision, as Grindelwald said, he Must face fire.

Nelson was flying fast over the hidden area. His speed was even as fast as Grindelwald, but escaping was not a long-term solution. He was not affected by Grindelwald's trash talk. His mood was the opposite of his actions. He tried to use magic power to re-call his weapons, but they were always bound by a stronger magic power. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his mind.

But with this half-second lag, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Blade has caught up with him.

Nelson turned around, the half of the long sword in his hand drew a small arc in the air, and he lifted it to the top of his head. On his side, Dumbledore's water prison was pulled by his magic power, and a stream of flowing water was drawn. After the silky deformation was attached to the sword, he seemed to order the generals of the army to force the flag in his hand to the next group. The torrent, in midair, a huge building ship that was torn out of the water prison fell from the sky, the tough ramming angle mercilessly collided with the blade, and the strong steam was volatilized under the high temperature.

Perhaps Transfiguration and the ocean are the home grounds of Weltening. Nelson melts into the water, no matter how sharp a slash, no matter how hot the temperature is, what does it mean to water?

"You finally made me less disappointed."

Grindelwald removed his hand from his waist and raised his wand. Tom and Dumbledore couldn't understand the real sword and gun fight of the "master and apprentice".

Dumbledore was the first to discover that something was wrong. Isn't this building ship the rain of Nelson? The direction of the collision angle was the already riddled barrier separating Paris from the hidden place. The body of the Voldemort bat was fragilely shattered. The silver falcon, which had been fighting with it, stood on the collision angle at some point. Open its scarred wings.

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