My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 589

"This is a net of heaven and earth."

The three people on the bell tower stood in a standard equilateral triangle. Barry raised the corners of his mouth proudly, put on a boxing start, and punched the large bell that was split into several pieces, "Dementor. , this is a dead end, Nelson, in all of Berlin, you can't find anyone else but you who can escape with the help of the Patronus."

"We're good at making everything available to me, Nelson, like Haierbo's magic, which Lord Grindelwald told me you didn't care about," Andre said, "for a long time before, In addition to arranging the transportation, my job in Krakow is to translate the books brought out by Lord Grindelwald from the blurred vision... The books are in a form I have never seen before. I have to say, it's amazing, just Like memories in a crystal bottle, you need to experience the story in a special way, and then unearth the magic buried in history from the story."

"It doesn't sound like a book," Nelson commented. "Maybe what you're seeing is really an ancient memory."

"I remember that your preference for history even surpassed your passion for magic. I read the orders you gave when you were in the Krakow Central. In addition to the kind of boring game of cats and mice that you like to release prisoners, you pay special attention to letting the Soldiers protect the buildings in the ancient city of Krakow, which is very similar to my favorite student. He said that war will only destroy the treasures of mankind, but it cannot bring new things. For thousands of years, people have Fighting and killing is nothing more than an alternation and overlapping of powers."

Andre looked at Nelson with cautious eyes, the scar on his face was like an unpredictable mask under the lightning of different angles: "I'm a little curious, those so-called ancient buildings can only leave architectural styles, maybe you You can guess the style of the times by looking at the leopard in the tube, but isn't the memory of the predecessors a more detailed history book? You are the person who has the most dealings with Haierbo. We also used this when we lobbied the International Federation of Wizards to release you last year. To impress them, but why are you not interested in Haierbo's memory? It was not until Barry's silence was suppressed that Grindelwald told me the answer."

"Oh? What did he say?" Nelson was lying on the railing, the torrential rain blurred his vision, he wiped the rain on his face, turned his head, dodged a curse shot at him, in the interval of lightning Seeing the attacker fall into the heavy rain, his impatient spell became the brightest flare in the night, "Tsk."

"He said you wanted to maintain the purity of your soul, but I don't think so," Andre said after a moment of silence, "I think you have the ability to master that kind of magic."

"Studies have shown that frequent use of black magic can cause hair loss," Nelson shrugged. "I prefer Patronus to black smoke."

"Really?" Andre touched the top of his head, the lightning dimmed, and the conversation of the three fell into darkness again.

The battle on the street below the clock tower also seemed to have pressed the stop button, and suddenly fell into a dead silence. After adapting to the frenzy of the first two dark intervals, the black wizards with combat experience fell down like wild beasts in the jungle. Waiting to clean up the first one to show up in the rain.

Floating and hiding, he swept across the street. He saw a man with a mop head holding his breath against a trash can by the roadside. This man was somewhat familiar. He seemed to be a wizard who was imprisoned in a cell when he first came to Berlin. He was still in half-heavy shackles, and it seemed that even the guards of the cell had been relaxed because of the news that Borgin Burke had obtained the treasure.

He didn't know how long he hadn't eaten. Even if he tried to suppress it, his legs were still shaking. At this time, the chains that restrained his freedom became a firm anchor. His ears perked up, listening to The noise in the rain, the cold aura from the dementors in the distance made him even colder, and even the hand holding the dagger began to tremble.

Yes, this wizard who just came out of his cell didn't even have a wand, so he couldn't wait to join the battle. He had already had a goal. A young, seemingly inexperienced dark wizard hid with him before it got dark. When he arrived at the same place, he sniffed the **** smell in the air, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of metal colliding with the trash can.

The hairy boy was behind him, and the two people who were leaning against the trash can completely didn't notice a "Bamboo Dragonfly" floating silently above their heads.

The young dark wizard's heart lifted. He understood what it meant to expose his position at such a time. Just now, his key was hit by the rain and hit the trash can. Fortunately, no one noticed. There was a slight noise here, and no one was willing to reveal his position for this short voice, but he still became nervous, his breathing became heavy, and he didn't notice that a dagger had quietly approached his neck.

The dark clouds are so thick that they make Berlin darker than the night. Even such a sharp weapon can hide his cold light. Just when the young dark wizard rejoiced in his luck, the dagger had already cut off his dagger. In the throat, the young dark wizard made a dull "cluck" sound, and blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. This time the sound finally caught people's attention, and several identical green lights rushed towards him almost at the same time. .

He only felt that the cold thing circled around his neck. The man with the mop head only took a second to get behind the young dark wizard. He left the dagger on the victim's neck and broke his fingers. He took away the wand that he was clenching tightly in his hand, and those curses followed one after another, all hitting the young dark wizard, causing his endangered life to lose its breath in an instant.

The mop head man pushed hard and pushed the corpse out, while he rolled into an alley that he had long remembered.

Lightning lit up, and people noticed the young man lying in the middle of the road. With his neck supported by a dagger, he still kept his head up, with a dead eye. The blood dyed the accumulated rainwater and was quickly flushed into the sewer. In the middle, nourishing the repair parts and German engineers wrapped in oiled paper, not far from him, a few lifeless people lie quietly, they are the wizards who just cast the spell, every forest All hunters in the world should know that they are also being pointed at guns.

"boom!"

The sound of thunder was long overdue, and a hole had been pierced in the wall of Borkin Bock's mansion. Obviously, a daring fellow with an expert artist had already run in in the dark.

There was no one alive in the street, only Igor Karkaroff, who was standing on the top of the tower of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, still looked down at the person under his feet with that arrogant expression, half of his face was paled by lightning. The other half of the face is hidden in the darkness, and the malicious people hiding in the dark curl up with all their might, and only when the next darkness comes, will they unscrupulously stretch out their claws.

"Interesting," Nelson said. "Any show you've put together?"

"We don't have this kind of creativity," Andrei smiled, "I think it's very similar to some kind of magic or tactic you've used to deprive vision, but with this level of celestial phenomena, maybe only Nature or God can do it.”

"Among these people, there are also some tough opponents," Nelson did not ask further, and then commented on the wizards under his feet. "If they attacked head-on, I think Nurmengard would think they would be difficult to deal with."

"Don't you know? This is a proposal passed by the International Federation of Wizards in June last year... Yes, you were being held by that group of people at that time, so it's normal not to know," Andrei knew clearly, "The Egyptian The representative proposed finding a no-man's land to deport criminals who were difficult to deal with in the country, and at first he proposed Australia.”

"Forget the kangaroos and the platypus."

"The representative of Australia said the same, although they were a country created by exiles from the Muggle government in the United Kingdom, but also had a Ministry of Magic in recent years," Andre laughed, "and then someone made a suggestion. , and throw them in Prussia, so that they can also be used to hold down Numengard, and the effect is very good, you see, I have been honestly working as a salesman for almost a year."

"It seems that everyone agrees with the truth of using magic to defeat magic."

"At least on paper, I have to say, this is indeed an amazing strategy, and Neumengard can't really fight Prussia," Andrei shrugged, "If the saints huddled up When we arrived at Nurmengard, they did what they wanted. We could only choose to cultivate agents to influence and even control this place, but some people didn't want to see us like this. They wanted to completely detonate the explosive barrels. When making a plan to get the time-turner from you, put in a gray wizard who is good at making infernal corpses - Borgin Burke, they know how to provoke you, they fear your angry and covet your angry Destructive power...you know what happened next."

"You are frank..."

"Everyone gets what they need, isn't it?" Andre asked rhetorically, "You're not angry because of this. We cooperated with your plan to avenge your friends. It just so happened that we needed some volunteers."

Nelson's face was again illuminated in black and white by lightning, followed by thunder, and several more silent corpses on the street.

"My tactics aren't bad, aren't they? I remember when you were in Poland, you set up a lot of newspapers covering the war, and in addition to telling Zweig jokes that the rest of us didn't understand, you also Likes to talk about the outstanding commanders and their outstanding achievements in that war, like playing wizard chess, although your chess stinks," Barry leaned against the railing, his pupils lit by lightning that pierced the sky from time to time. Looking at the fight under his feet, he teased, "If you are the commander, do they still have a chance to survive in the dead end?"

"It depends on whether you want to capture them or destroy them."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the end of the street. The dementors were like a thick city wall. They didn't move forward at all, but they couldn't allow the wizards in Berlin to approach them. As Barry said, this is a dead end, I don't know. How many dementors are stuck in the north, depending on the size of the team, it is even larger. If Andre really thinks of a way to instigate the dementors of the entire Azkaban, the defense line they form will form a pocket. , even without the mysterious group of people still watching outside the battlefield, they are enough to surround the street, leaving only an escape route all the way to the south, and to the south, it is Nurmengard.

"I just want to know if my battle plan is perfect."

"As long as they are willing to fight together, under my command, this group of brainless things is not worth mentioning." Nelson's words have strong confidence, the same battle situation, similar terrain, similar weather, in history I don't know how many times in the battle, "Dementors? Even if it's just me, they will be as vulnerable as the Maginot line of defense."

"Okay, okay, I know you have a knack for fighting Dementors, but it's a pity, Nelson, you're not alone, you need to charge with them," Barry said with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Almost all wizards in Berlin are It's that kind of stuff, Nelson, I don't know if you have the kind of idea to save them, but I have to say, this group of people, there is no way to save them - they would rather use the corpse of their mate as a shield to charge them alone. Go out, even if you tell them they have to gather strength, they will beat their little Jiujiu... If they are all brainless corpses or sacks in the car, I absolutely believe you can save them, but unfortunately, Each of them has a brain that can manipulate them to stab you at any time."

"Actually, that's why I hate black magic. Of course, the harm of hair loss is also an aspect."

"Black magic is the most rigid prison in the world~www.mtlnovel.com~ When they obtain strength and life by praying to Haierbo, their ego has become crippled, already shackled and stronger. Humans will always be in control, just as the Dementors can easily wipe out any wizard who is addicted to it, they have handed down the Dementor-defying side of human nature, you understand? Nelson!"

"What did you just say?" Nelson's eyes slanted to look at Barry beside him. Lightning lit up the sky again, and a green light flashed by. He blinked. Who prayed?"

"I learned part of the obliterated history through translation, Nelson," Andrei stepped forward and stood beside Nelson, the three of them leaning against the railing side by side, "Like all streams have a source, a lot of black magic... ...No, all black magic except for some insignificant little curses comes from this despicable Haierbo. This is what we used to say when translating magic spells. Of course, since you killed him, let him It's not impossible for us to change our minds and expect from you."

"boom!"

The thunder was long overdue.

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