My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 543

"What? Why are there two—"

Before "Ludwig" had time to question, his mouth could only make a vague voice uncontrollably. Two Nelson's stun spells hit his chest at the same time, and two huge forces pinched him in the middle. Ribs made an overwhelmed "click" sound.

His feet softened, and he fell to the ground with a "bang". The two Nelsons lost his barrier, and their eyes were fixed together. Nelson looked at each other's clothes. He was wearing an out-of-season black robe. The upper body has lost a lot of weight, revealing a shrewd and capable temperament, and the fluff on the chin has also become a carefully trimmed stubble, it seems that a long time has passed since now.

"Isn't it soon?" Nelson asked softly. "Did something happen?"

The Nelson did not answer his question, nor did he make too much eye contact. The eyes of the two quickly staggered. The older Nelson turned his head and looked at the carriage and the field that were still fighting fiercely, revealing a hint of imperceptible. smile.

He waved his hand lightly, and the air suddenly became humid, and the tiny water mist was evenly distributed around. After being licked by the flames, thick mists aroused, and the fire in Myrtle's carriage didn't last long before the put out.

Nelson carefully looked at the self who might come from the future. His stern face was just like a replica of Mergan Wertning, but he didn't have such a bright smile on his face. Instead, he looked restrained and calm. The blond hair looked silvery in the sun, like a precious doll made of fine silver wire. This mirror-like experience gave Nelson a novel feeling, but he did not give Nelson a detailed look. Taking his chance, the Elder Wand in his hand slid softly through the air, and his figure turned into a blur of lost fog and disappeared in front of Nelson.

Nelson turned his head, he had appeared on the roof of the train, squatted down, and gently stroked the roof of the Hogwarts Express, just like someone returning to his alma mater to visit his hometown with his fingertips. The motto that used to be engraved on the desk is general.

He raised his wand and gently inserted it into the iron sheet on the roof of the car. He was not hindered in the slightest. The car that had been bombarded by the curse and shattered violently trembled. Nelson even faintly heard his heart beating. The sound of a piston bursting, the sound became stronger and stronger, and the magic that belonged to the train in Nelson's feeling also quickly became active, as if he had given life to the train, making this hundred-meter-long ancient magical creation glow with life. vitality.

The incomparably powerful magic power poured out from the tip of the Elder Wand, exuding an irresistible aura. The material and structure of the train had undergone earth-shaking changes at the moment of contact with the magic power. The crystal-like carapace was like frost and snow on the glass. They grow in clusters like window grilles, and the silver threads are wrapped in the core of the crystal, so that even if they are bombarded by countless spells, they will not be shaken at all. , but as if the light beam hit a mirror, it was reflected in a short time, shot into the air, and was blown away by the wind within a few steps. Nelson's heart trembled. Matter, but a passive thing based on magic power, seems to be born only to defend against this attack. Could it be that he can already use magic power to create instead of change?

Even though he claimed to have read many books and seen many magics, Nelson could not understand the powerful power that his future self possessed for a while.

Nelson's fingertips on the roof swiped the crystal clusters he created, his eyes swept over the classmates who cast their gazes from the broken carriage, and looked into the black smoke billowing behind the enemy, and the crystal clusters under him were still proliferating. , becoming more and more heavy and unshakable, he seems to be an ingenious architect who has grown a Hogwarts castle on this crumbling carriage by planting methods - yes, a crystal palace-like castle on the rails Rising from the ground, the tip of the tower pointed straight into the air.

He finally looked at Nelson, and the eyes of the two finally met again. He nodded, his eyes full of nostalgia for the school days, raised his hand, revealing the golden hourglass in his palm, the black fine sand in the hourglass quickly underground When he fell, there was not much of the fine sand left in the cavity in the upper half. As the fine sand slipped, his figure also dissipated like sand thrown into the air, and a smile of encouragement finally appeared on his serious face. .

Nelson stood there in a daze, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

After a while, there was a burst of cheers in the carriage wrapped in crystal clusters. The students inside realized their safety and became as noisy as in a castle, calling for their companions to treat the injured classmates, while standing Nelson, who was outside the carriage, rushed into the charred frame that remained in the last carriage, grabbed the stiff Myrtle in his arms, and galloped to bring her out.

Just as he left the wreckage of the carriage, the only remaining magic power of the train could no longer maintain protection, and the steel frame collapsed like a toppled building block.

Nelson half-knelt on the ground and lifted her petrification spell. Her body could no longer maintain the stance of running away, and fell limply into his arms. He sniffed Myrtle's breath, weak but steady.

"Fortunately, people are fine..." Nelson smiled bitterly and looked at her sleeping face. "The basilisk didn't kill you. If you fell here, I would have done so much for nothing."

Myrtle frowned, as if dreaming of something scary.

After a long sigh of relief, Nelson stretched out his left hand and shook his wrist lightly, revealing the silver chain that bound his wrist, as well as the golden hourglass falling at the bottom, which was fixed in a regular ring and rotated regularly. , the fine sand flows down evenly, but it seems to be slightly different from the time converter in the hands of Nelson from the future, that one seems to be more delicate and stronger.

"boom!"

Just when Nelson wondered why he didn't choose to use the time converter to return to the Hogwarts Express at the nearest time slot, "Ludwig", who had been hit with two stun spells, actually got up from the ground, acting like a An extremely dexterous puppet, rushing towards the time-turner in Nelson's hands, reminding Nelson of the blue-eyed yin he saw when he first faced Borgin Bork in Knockturn Alley. The corpse, he realized that the heroic Ludwig had also suffered this inhuman treatment after his death, with anger on his face, and while supporting Myrtle, the elder wand in his right hand was raised high.

At this moment, in the grass beside them, the enemy who had been lurking for a long time finally couldn't hold back and showed their fangs. For the sake of the spell's hit rate, they even gave up their defense completely, waving their wands at Nelson. Come on, it's just a group of dead men who will do anything to achieve their goals, and their goal is not a time converter, not even Nelson. The magic light of the death curse converges at the tip of the wand, and the shouts of "Avada Suomin" keep coming. Spectacular!

They aimed at Myrtle in Nelson's arms and rushed forward. At this moment, Nelson understood, whether the Hogwarts Express was attacked, Ludwig, who was exhumed and turned into an infernal corpse, or was left alone. Myrtle isolated in the last carriage is a trap for the time converter!

They were more familiar with themselves than Nelson could have imagined, and the goal was clear from the start—time-turner! This is the ultimate weapon that can change everything, turn the tide of battle and even rewrite time!

Nelson instantly understood that they were forcing themselves to make a choice, whether to give up the most powerful and crucial piece in their hands, or to save the girl's long overdue life.

Nelson didn't hesitate, the elder wand in his right hand swung hard at the enemy who was pounced, the majestic magic became unstoppable under the blessing of the Deathly Hallows who recognized the holder, and the air was almost compressed into a liquid state by the momentum of the magic. As the situation changed, the thunder dragon roaring like a river descended from the sky, dragged by the restless tip of the stick, rushing towards the dozens of death curses, and collided with those despicable life-suppressing curses with unparalleled aura. The spell was crushed into powder in an instant, and the Thunder Dragon, which did not decay at all, engulfed them without stopping.

The black walnut wand appeared in his left hand in a hurry, the silver light in his sleeve clings to the top, and the half-blade condensed, piercing Ludwig's throat, but an ecstatic smile appeared on his face. , The movement didn't stop at all, allowing himself to be pierced by the blade, grabbing the time converter in Nelson's sleeve and pulling it off.

The silver light lit up, and the magic power belonging to the Patronus was stimulated in his palm, making a "sizzling" roasting sound, and smoke came out, but he did not feel the slightest pain, instead he pulled away excitedly.

"Hahaha!" A savage laughter erupted from Lean Feng's throat, "Cowardly kindness! This is an Infernal Corpse! Even the Death Curse will not work!"

Nelson frowned, his wand was firmly locked on his chest, and just as he was about to escape, an invisible wind blade appeared out of nowhere, shortened his fingers, and the time-turner fell into the air. The hand that appeared out of thin air held the blade and took it away.

"this-"

"Ludwig" lowered his head and looked at his palm in disbelief. Nelson sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at him or at himself, without much words, he raised his wand, and the thunder column that fell from the sky surrounded the train except for the train. Everything outside is swallowed up.

The thunder subsided, and the original place was replaced by a bottomless pit. Nelson stood at the bottom of the pit, shook his head, and looked up at the cloudless sky.

After a moment of silence, he jumped up and his body was as nimble as a light civet. After the upward momentum weakened, his figure suddenly shrank, and a delicate and beautiful figure could be vaguely seen in the afterimage. White cat, a silver stair suddenly appeared under his feet, he stepped on the steps lightly, and he continued to leap upward. The transformation of Animagus was so fast that no one who saw this scene noticed it. He had just undergone repeated deformations, and the steps quickly deformed and disintegrated after being stepped on by him, as if they had never appeared before, making his gait as if stepping in the void.

His movements are confident and relaxed, as if he is wandering among the flowers in the garden. This gesture of climbing up the stairs is very similar to that of a young god, yawning from his apartment, and going to the stable to ride on four horses. A chariot pulled by the sun-drenched Tianma.

Nelson's enemy lay silently at the bottom of the pit, his limbs limply buried in the scorching mud, and the melted sand draped over him a glass-like crystalline carapace that once belonged to Ludwig's eyes. He opened it with help, looking at the dazzling figure standing in the sun, tears could not help flowing out.

Even though he was exposed to the sun like this, he felt the boundless chill, as if he had fallen deeply into the ice cave, which was something he had never experienced after stealing and controlling Ludwig's body into an infernal corpse. It feels like he usually only feels the pleasure of manipulating a marionette when he plays with the deceased. The joys, sorrows, joys, pains, and itching of these bodies are just dust on the puppets, but at this moment, he deeply feels that he It was the saddest puppet, whose consciousness could not escape from Ludwig's long-dead body. The pain of the wound, the itching from the rotting wounds and internal organs, and the grief of being trapped in the corpse at the last moment of the face of death. Everything was transferred to the soul of this self-proclaimed wizard, and it almost shattered him.

"How are you going to concoct me?" He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Don't forget, this is your friend's body."

"Yes," Nelson smiled, his voice was soft enough to reach Ludwig's ears, "It's like you were abandoned by your master, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is right. Derwig's disrespectful people would be the most appropriate burial objects, wouldn't they? Your way of playing with the dead is very similar to the dark wizards of Egypt, remember the curses of the pharaohs in the tombs?"

"you-"

Nelson looked at him with a sardonic smile, and the dirt around the pothole slid down, burying his body.

"So what? Do you regret it?" The man in deep despair sneered a second before his eyes were buried in the soil, "I already got what I wanted, but you still lost after all. Your self-righteous arrogance is defeated by your self-proclaimed superior compassion, and your..."

The last handful of dirt buried Ludwig's face, and his voice gradually weakened. Nelson didn't bother to listen to the barking of a defeated dog. He pointed his wand at the bottom of the pit, and slowly squeezed his left hand into a fist. The soil at the bottom was squeezed into a square by an invisible force, and a steel, square coffin quickly took shape, just like Ludwig's life without change, the mottled steel also added a point of Ruhr. District style—Nelson remembers that it was where Ludwig grew up, a vibrant city once lined with chimneys and the roar of steel on the outskirts.

Nelson's hand holding the wand waved gently in the air, his wrists did not tremble in the slightest, he carved Ludwig Kant's name on the flat surface of steel, gently brushed the iron filings with the breeze, and waved both hands. , the soil around the pothole poured down like a landslide, completely erasing the traces of the battle in an instant.

"Since I have appeared, then I will definitely not regret this choice," Nelson said softly, "Whether it is the past, present, or future, I will not regret it."

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