My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 482

"You're brave, young man." Grindelwald tore off the warm smile that usually hung on his face, revealing the icy gaze that was firm enough to be cold-blooded in the depths of his soul, he looked down at Tom, raised his wand, and whispered softly. Said, "I think I need to teach you a lesson, bravery without strength is worthless."

There was no hesitation in Grindelwald's tone, just stating a hard truth.

"It's a coincidence," Tom squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and raised his head without fear, "this is also the life creed I have always believed in."

"Yes?"

Grindelwald shook his head and didn't take Tom seriously. Although there was a brief fight before, the Dark Lord was not serious enough to face the two young people, let alone, the current situation, Exactly what he wanted to see.

He raised his arm and pointed his wand precisely at Kim, who was being held in front of him by Tom. Seeing the anger erupting on the boy's immature face, he was a little disdainful and a little emotional.

"pity…"

A colorless spell spewed out of his wand. It was invisible and invisible. It could only be captured by the air ignited by the high temperature for a moment. It was hotter than purple fire, even if it was only stained A little will be ashes in an instant. In the face of the boy who had a miserable life but still resisted, Grindelwald did not have a trace of pity in his heart. This kind of stubborn stone standing in the right path is better to be destroyed, and "greater interests" In comparison, nothing can be sacrificed.

"It's an honor to be the first devotee of a new future." Tom felt instinctively nauseated by his lofty attitude, and Grindelwald even regarded death as a gift to King. "If there is a next life, be a wizard. Bar."

The invisible flame was like a roaring dragon. Not only did the heat of the magic spell not make the people around it feel warm, but it greedily plundered all the heat that could be plundered around it, making the people present feel a chill like falling into an ice cave. They seemed to be stared at by a pair of chilling eyes, and the sickle of the **** of death was waving above their heads, ready to take off the head that was already in the bag at any time.

The air that has been deprived of temperature condenses into a ring of water mist around the flame, like the dark clouds on which a dragon is flying, and there is a faint storm. This kind of spell has rarely been seen these years, Tom Mi Opened his eyes, as Nelson said, Grindelwald left a piece of Haierbo's Horcrux, and even squeezed out a lot of powerful spells from ancient times.

The flames passed through the iron fist in front of Jin without any hindrance, and the molten iron radiated astonishing heat and dripped onto the ground, leaving a charred coating on the remains of the masonry. Even the killing intent emanating from this spell can bring such great fear. It is hard to imagine what kind of dream Jin, who is locked in front of the flame, will experience. No one doubts Grindelwald's determination to kill him. This spell is completely different from Grindelwald's frolic with his disciples. Maybe Grindelwald has been dormant for too long, or maybe his Nurmengard has been busy doing some serious business these years, and many people have forgotten it. The mortal oppression of the Dark Lord, and now Grindelwald is helping them remember that fear.

Jin's pupils have been dilated and scattered, even if the curse has not hit him, the little bits and pieces of his short life have emerged in his eyes, and the clouds and smoke reappeared like a revolving lantern, and his vision was filled with that invisible flame. The soul slowly walked towards the waiting **** of death.

Perhaps as Grindelwald said, being a wizard in the next life would be a good choice.

Jin's eyes flickered, and the next second, the flame that broke his consciousness was blocked by black, Tom's shirt fluttered, strode forward, and stood firmly in front of Jin, blocking the gap between him and the flame. Picking up Nelson's wand, the dark robe danced wildly under the vigorous magic power. Tom, who is skilled in black magic, can only feel the power of the flame like a bystander. He can smell the breath of death. It is not like a time. Attack, more like an order, this spell is enough to take the life of any strong man!

His pupils were covered with blood-colored scarlet in an instant, and a strong sense of death poured out from his body, as if a murderous demon had cast a spirit of resentment attached to his body, and he could no longer hide his black magic. Faced with such an almost mortal situation, the aura of black magic roared violently on his body in an instant.

He held Nelson's wand high, and a black beam of light ripped through the clouds and slammed into his hand holding the wand. Except for the wand, Nelson gave him everything, including the eyes above the clouds, overlooking all living beings. .

"Die." Grindelwald ordered King's life as it should have been.

"Death?" Tom's expression became a little distorted by his wild laughter. Under the influence of black magic, he couldn't even control his desire to destroy and destroy, so he sternly vented this madness to the giant rushing towards him. On the dragon, he shouted loudly, "Have you ever seen death?!"

It seemed that the roaring too hard broke the blood vessels. On the pale neck that was reflected by the black collar, the blood vessels of the jade green slowly protruded, as dazzling as the green Qin born on the white jade, the magic of the curse from the tip of the stick. Gushing, he must use his most powerful magic to defend against this attack - the defense is in vain, only with the most powerful spear and the enemy's needle point Maiman can fight for the boy behind him!

It was too late, but the time was too fast. The pitch-black giant snake spewed out from the tip of the stick and slammed into the fire directly in front of it. The metal scales were more real than the real snake scales, flashing with a deadly deep black light. , as if it could absorb the surrounding light, making the sky around the ruins dim, the green venom flowing in the lines of the scales, Grindelwald showed a moment of surprise, looking directly at Tom, he could Feel the power contained in Tom's counterattack, which is even the "brother" of his own flame, from the most evil dark wizard in history - the despicable Haierbo.

But it is such a sinister and sinister spell that has committed countless sins, but in the hands of Grindelwald and Tom, it appears dignified, the dark snake roars, and despair spreads in the crowd. Source - Dementors!

But it is obviously more evil and more powerful than the Dementor! They didn't understand how such a young wizard could use such evil magic, could he be an old dark wizard who drank the potion? With such doubts, the desire to flee spread through the crowd, and the joy in their hearts was swallowed up by Tom's spell. Just like a real Dementor, the giant snake feeds on fear, and when the people around them feel the When the fear spread rapidly, the giant snake also became stronger and stronger. The scales that shimmered with metallic luster were as beautiful as the purest opal, and the green patterns covering it were like exquisitely inlaid emerald decorations. In the big mouth, the sharp fangs that are enough to pierce everything flow with venom filled with despair. They land on the ruins tick by tick, instantly corroding the originally solid masonry into a waste of no strength. Only human-shaped monsters crawled out of the venom. They had no shape, showing the appearance of flowing mucus. Only a pair of gleaming blue eyes shot out a terrifying cold light.

Tom used almost all the powerful spells he could think of on his own magic, the giant snake crushed the flame cloud around the flame in an instant, and like most snake hunts, wrapped his strong body around. On top of the prey, he not only did not choose to defend, but chose to attack one step faster than Grindelwald!

The scales of the giant snake slowly slid over the invisible flame, making a tooth-searing rubbing sound. The sturdy scales melted instantly under the high temperature, revealing the black mist that rolled inside the black snake's body, melting. The black liquid dripped on the ruins, and twisted figures climbed out of it. They jumped on the giant snake in a posture beyond human imagination. The blue eyes exuded instinctive madness and greed, and opened their mouths. , gnawing the bodies of the flames, even if they will be melted the moment they jump on the flames, but in the dripping magic, there are still tireless figures crawling out again.

In the forests of Albania, Tom didn't choose to put Daguerre a yard, but he chose to destroy the tangled wizard in a more extreme way, just as Nelson got everything in Haierbo, he got Daguerre Everything about Gale, Daguerre has a magic that uses magic and waste to create a walking body, and Tom happens to get a Borgin Bork eye, he combines these two strange magics, and This is a spell similar to Borgin Bock but much stronger, and it has played a considerable delay at this moment.

This bizarre scene aroused people's fear, and it was difficult for them to understand that Tom would use such a spell to protect him. His side was like a hundred ghosts walking at night. Fear made the black snake's body swell even more.

Green venom, blue eyes, a human-like army, and the power to reduce fear to pure magic and use it - Grindelwald looked at the black snake that stood in front of Tom, squinting, and he took it from this There are too many shadows of old acquaintances on the snake. Those dark wizards who are brilliant but go astray are defeated by Nelson and Tom one after another. Their evil magic is in the hands of the two, but they are used. to protect what they hold dear.

"It's touching," Grindelwald shook his head, "but what's the use of that?"

In the face of absolute power, any tricks can only be used to survive. As his words fell, the invisible flame bound by the black snake suddenly swelled, and the shapeless flame was like a sharp sword. Deeply pierced into the body of the black snake, the spiritual art has similar characteristics to the Patronus. Just like Nelson was seriously injured because the silver falcon hit the barrier, Tom's already white face suddenly turned pale and his body froze. Dayton, despite clenching his teeth, scarlet blood remained from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Grindelwald raised his hand, and the flame took back its edge. He did not intend to strangle this talented young man. Seeing that the battle had been settled, he weakened the power of the flame and focused most of his attention on nothing moving. Dumbledore, in his opinion, this is the most uncontrollable variable in this drama.

Looking at Tom who was vomiting blood, Dumbledore sighed and raised his hand: "Tom, I told you many times, don't approach black magic."

Without waiting for Tom's response, he continued: "I can't control you, and I've lost sight of you, Tom, magic is not good or bad, they only show their emotions with the user... You are the best student I have ever taught. Next , leave it to this cowardly teacher like me."

The flaming dragon roared in the air, and the black snake's body that collapsed into black smoke was slowly extinguished like a candle in the wind.

But just as Dumbledore turned to face Grindelwald, Tom's weak but determined voice came from behind him.

"Professor, this is Gnar's business."

Dumbledore turned around in confusion, only to see countless silver lights waving their wings and flying out of the iron fist that had been penetrated by the flames, more orderly than the most forbidden army he had ever seen, accompanied by a surge of mayflies. There is also a vigorous white fog, and the lost fog that mixes the life of every deceased person is expanding his body and filling the collapsed body of the black snake.

He blinked, and a pure white phantom flickered for a moment beside Tom, who held his wand high as if two people held it at the same time.

The magic power far surpassing Tom's is condensed at the tip of the wand. The giant transformed from the wall at the entrance of Huambo Park is left with only a skeleton composed of gears and levers among the mayflies. A deep white crack is out of thin air by the magic power spurting from the tip of the wand Tear it apart, it gets longer and longer, as if the canvas of the world has been drawn with a tear that goes straight to the sky.

A majestic, strong, rigid, flexible, straight, well-fitted, perfect, industrial, magical arm protrudes from the crack, and on the silver armor, countless runes are linking together, conveying With the blood of giants—magic power, Dumbledore looked at this arm so complex that it seemed like a creation of a god, and he could even imagine how Nelson would paint in that pure white world every lonely night.

The silver falcon, which had been silent for a long time, raised its head and let out a long, fierce cry. Its cry seemed to penetrate time and space and into everyone's heart. Feathers and muscles fell off its body. UU read www. uukanshu.com flew towards the skeleton left in place, the big hand grabbed the skeleton with silver light, the body was deconstructed and peeled off in an instant, the silver parts rushed towards the skeleton like a galaxy, and more gushing out from the cracks. Gears, sliders, and lenses were attached to the body of the skeleton, and the Patronus rushed out of the silver falcon's body and into the giant's fiery one eye.

Tom waved his wand, and Nelson's phantom around him dissipated into the giant's blood vessels. The black snake clinged to the giant's arm with his movements, forming a series of ferocious battle lines. In Alexander's one eye, in addition to the silver light, there was another Added a touch of burning blood.

He jumped up, jumped over the giant's head in the black smoke, sat on the throne that belonged to Nelson, and solemnly said that the wand was inserted into the armrest.

"Come on, Alexander, let's help him clear everything up!"

Tom's voice echoed clearly in the air, and the castle on the shoulders of the giant burst into a dazzling light. It raised its right arm, and countless layers of Rune flashed wildly, and the strong wind blew the gauze curtain standing in the ruins. Hunting sounds.

The iron fist fell, and it showed signs of melting when it approached the flames, but it didn't stop, just for a moment, the ground shook like an earthquake.

The world is quiet.

Chapter end