My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 502

In the dark and deep tunnel, the green snake exudes a shimmering gleam, and quickly climbs from behind Tom along the moss-covered pipe. It jumps on Tom's hand, who is standing in the middle of the secret passage, and becomes a place in the darkness. The only bright color.

But the bright color soon dimmed. As soon as Tom grasped the little snake and clenched his fists, its tiny body made of magic power was instantly crushed into pieces, turning into faint green light spots and scattered.

"A strange smell?"

Tom's eyes became cold, and the tiny light spots penetrated into his palm one by one. Gradually, the image of a man appeared in front of his eyes. It was a reporter in a vest, cautiously He was walking in the corridor that Tom just passed by. He was holding a thick blank sketchbook in his hand. The pencil in his hand kept rubbing against the paper, making a rustling sound. The little snake was lying on the edge of the corridor. The gargoyle sculpture above his head, watching silently, he painted the whole picture of the corridor in a few minutes.

Seeing this, it turned its head and got into the pipe behind the gargoyle.

"Huh? There is water here." The reporter was attracted by the flashing green light, looked behind the gargoyle sculpture, and just saw a tail that got into the pipe.

"Let the person in front forget what happened tonight."

Tom thought for a moment, waved his wand, and another small snake flew out from his cuff and coiled on his index finger. Tom took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cork, and placed it on the snake's sharp teeth. With a few drops of dark green venom, the little snake bowed and launched itself like a spring.

"Let me see what you were doing in the middle of the night. Are you looking for a toilet again? Mr. reporter."

"Are you there? Lord Slytherin."

The door of the lounge suddenly opened, and Nelson's figure appeared at the door. Under the soft lighting of the lounge, only a silhouette with clear boundaries could be seen.

He stood quietly at the door, waiting for a response in the empty corridor.

"Ugh…"

After a long time, there was finally a lonely sigh on the wall, and then, the wall lamps in the entire corridor turned on at the same time, and Salazar Slytherin stayed in the empty picture frame at the end of the corridor directly opposite Nelson, sitting on the ground. Without hesitation, he stood up with his hands on the ground and walked out of the frame. The next second, the landscape painting around Nelson seemed to have been splashed with hot water, the paint scattered, and the old face of Slytherin appeared in the painting. In the frame, the smudged paint in the background slowly faded, revealing the same texture as the wall, as if the old man was lying beside a window in the corridor, greeting the passing students.

"It's so late, what are you doing out if you don't go to bed?"

"When I heard your story, I felt very emotional, so I threw Alphard at the door of the bedroom and came out to find you."

"Don't freeze that kid," Slytherin stroked his hair, tilted his head, and looked at Nelson beside him from a Mona Lisa angle. "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking, since Hogwarts has your portrait, why can't you find any of the other founders?"

"Why is it only me who has a portrait? Oh, of course it's because it's a new kind of magic, like Roy who branded his knowledge with Ravenclaw, I like to leave my name or portrait, so I can only live in this senseless vanity," Slytherin said, "Maybe this is not a good choice, whether it's me or Rowena, maybe embracing death like them is a better choice. ."

"Are they... dead?"

Nelson regrets this. He has long been fascinated by Gryffindor linked to courage and Hufflepuff linked to benevolence. After encountering Rowena and Slytherin, he also fantasized about these two courtyards. The elders can somehow leave behind their will and stories.

"Of course, everyone is mortal," Slytherin asked rhetorically, "otherwise? Do you think the poor wooden stake that's been knocked out of my head by knowledge or I'm still alive when I'm locked in a picture frame? Thinking too much, not to mention that they are not like me, so I like to self-portrait, Roy's method is not suitable, how can Godric have so much stuff in the crown? As the world's leading alchemist , even if I stuffed the whole thing into it, it would just be equivalent to writing a catalog."

Watching Slytherin lash out at his old friend in a light tone, Nelson seemed to be back in time when the Big Four founded a thousand years ago.

"As for Helga," Slytherin's tone quickly turned serious, "she lives in everyone's heart."

"Is there nothing else?" Nelson asked curiously. If Slytherin really likes to leave a false name as he said, then there should be a lot of portraits and even sculptures. One of the monster scales.

"Any other portraits?" Slytherin gave a comical excuse, "You know, wizards with a high level like us are not very good, if you put many in the same room, I'm afraid there will be a scolding war for looking down on each other, from the establishment of Hogwarts to the closure of Hogwarts - if there is still Hogwarts at that time, so we have a meeting together, and those who are not good-looking will be scolded. The portrait was voted down, leaving the best looking one."

"Really?"

Nelson looked at Slytherin suspiciously. If he only said the first half of the sentence, Nelson might have believed it, but adding the second half was as bizarre as a joke.

"It's true, I don't have to lie to you."

"Well, Lord Slytherin," Nelson said, shrugging, "you should have heard it just now."

"Is that armor?" Slytherin nodded and said, "It's a very old armor, I must first state that I'm not here to eavesdrop on your conversations, but Dumbledore. Lido heard that you brought an unconscious male classmate to sleepwalk in the corridor, and specially asked me to watch you."

"I understand that these things are nothing to hear, after all, this is something you have experienced yourself."

"Yes...do you have any questions? Came out of the lounge on purpose," Slytherin said with a sigh, "if it was the inscription on its skirt, I wouldn't tell you, because those are not strong. The silver powder will only come off after it has been thoroughly weathered, and if it is scraped off in advance, it will even damage its original appearance."

"Can you tell me what happened to you back then?"

"What's there to talk about? We're all just a suit of armor. We're either put on a shelf or slashed with swords, but since you asked, I'm just in the mood to talk to you," Slytherin said. Falling into memory, he said slowly, "When we were young, we were very ambitious and ambitious, and a big event happened at that time, which gave us the opportunity to show our fists..."

The story I will tell next may be a bit bizarre, and it may be different from some of the versions you have heard. I may have reasons to deceive you, but the true nature of the story cannot be restored simply by hearing it.

There was once a dark wizard who brought endless trouble to this world. You must know his name. He was the one who was kicked into death by you, the despicable Haierbo, the inventor of the Horcrux. , he has an extremely tenacious and twisted life, so that after being knocked down by the ancient Greek wizards for thousands of years, he is still the imaginary enemy of most wizards in the world, no one knows when he will come back, as the foundation of black magic However, every time he "returns" will set off a **** storm in the world, and I happen to be living in an era when his power is the most inflated.

Haierbo's creations, or pets, or even playthings - those dementors, suddenly appeared on the land of the British Isles one day, we checked all possible entrances to the blurred fantasy, and checked all possible and fantasy worlds. The wizards who have communicated have not found any signs of them.

After months of probing, I have come to a conclusion that you can't imagine - these dementors are called by people, but this is very illogical, and everyone knows that anything related to Haierbo They are all unfortunate and evil, and the person who tries to master his power will also be the first sacrifice to be killed. Even a dark wizard with an inflated desire will definitely not do such a stupid thing.

And my next exploration is no different from guessing. No wizard in the UK has the motive or ability to call or create them, but they will not always be created out of thin air and wander aimlessly. At that time, Hogwarts It has been established, we are guarding the fragile little wizards and huddled in this castle, when an organization born to fight against the dementors sent a powerful wizard to help us, yes, It's the ring around your wand, Knights of the Garter, the wizard's name is Binns Cuthbert, whose daughter is also at Hogwarts, and was our first enrolment.

With his help, we can finally free up our hands, and Godric and I take turns going to school to find the source of the disaster.

Listening to this, you must be wondering, why people like me and Godric are so devastated by dementors, why this kind of garbage can bring such a disaster? You mustn't understand, and honestly, I didn't understand at the time, that in the old books, dementors are just a bunch of rotting monsters hungry for fresh life, they're clueless, they don't act in a way, and they're completely different from what we see.

The Dementors I saw were an orderly army. When facing me, they knew that they were hard to resist, so they would send one to stop me. Although these disgusting things are very weak, they can't kill them. The feature caused us a lot of trouble at the beginning. When I finally fought it back, those large groups of dementors had already arrived at the next village, and after a full meal, they went away. Where are they? What kind of monsters without intelligence, they have tactics and order, even if they are very simple, but they are enough to make me helpless. As long as I miss one, people will continue to die. When I left school, I promised myself students, their families will be fine, but the reality is often that when I feel a settlement, a village on the other side of the UK has already been massacred.

Do you know how long it takes for a dementor to kill someone?

one second.

It only needs to lift its hood and give a soft kiss, just as a mother kisses a child, a girl kisses a lover - with such a light kiss, a soul is gone.

do you know? In the beginning, Godric and I were always trying to win the right to get out of school, because we both felt that we were capable of solving those troubles, and we could gain victory and fame just by going out, but later, I was afraid Now, I hide in the castle all day and dare not go out, and I ripped through the ancient spell book with the words "Guardian of the Gods" written on it! I have used too much black magic, and I have long been unable to call upon the power of the Patronus, but I dare not go out. I am afraid that when I come back again, I have to tell my student that he lost his father and she lost her family.

Until one day, when almost every professor learned the Patronus spell on the ancient book, and when Binns dedicated his life to the land of death to find the answer, I finally created that magic, the word spirit. so that even a dark wizard like me can summon the curse of the Patronus.

I went out with confidence, I thought I would triumph, but as I killed more and more Dementors, their total number did not decrease in the slightest. During the encirclement and suppression again and again, I discovered a terrible truth.

These monsters breed in people's hearts.

I found a crooked rune in a church that made people laugh. Maybe it was drawn by a Muggle. You may not know that Muggles at that time were very keen to persecute wizards. This is also me One of the reasons for the disagreement with the three of them, but anyway, this rune that prayed to the black magic for power took effect, it devoured the drafters, and came here with those disgusting things, maybe in the first place. The melons ravaged, but as their fear of feeding increased, the disaster gradually spread to the entire island.

I don't know what kind of emotion Haierbo associates it with, maybe it's greed, maybe it's hate, maybe it's just pure fear, as long as it exists, anyone who is unwilling will become the puppet of black magic, they The body will rot in the black robe, kissing those who once cherished.

With the help of Binns, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I went deep into the blurred illusion and found several pieces of Haierbo's Horcrux, they were all blocked very well, at least this Dementor chaos has nothing to do with him, Haierbo's power is no longer the power of wizards, but... As long as someone wants to obtain the power of black magic, he can get his help without too much cost, and those black magic disasters that have happened again and again in history are not It came from his hands, but the root cause lies in him. He has been dormant, waiting for an opportunity in destiny.

We have blocked almost all the entrances to the blurred and fantasy world, and temporarily cut off the connection between this land of death and the present world, but this blockade will not last for too long, and it will eventually come to the world again with the death brought by time, and You are the one who opened Pandora's box in a thousand years.

I heard Professor Dumbledore say that you kicked Hyerpo into death with one kick.

But I have to remind you that this is not an alarmist. The most terrifying thing about the despicable Haierbo is not him. In fact, any wizard of the level can play two tricks with him. What you need to beware of is his power, even if he really dead.

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