My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 598

"Great! Great!"

The silent whistling poured straight into Nelson's consciousness like a brain-piercing magic sound. His body was shaking. Even closing the earplugs to listen to the brain seal technique would not help. Its magic power was too huge. After the limit, the skill and quality will appear extremely pale, just like when the first submarine was launched hundreds of years ago, its makers never imagined that the tung oil-painted, tightly seamed hull even had water pressure a few meters below sea level. are unbearable.

Nelson felt like a submarine plunged into the deep sea, no, it wasn't even a submarine, he was like a sampan being slapped into the water by the waves in the face of so much magic.

The pervasive magic power swept through Nelson's thoughts recklessly. The magic power contained the depression and pain that accompanied Barry's childhood growing up to what he is today. Nelson gritted his teeth, he thought he was seeing Armando Di. The people on the last side of Pate already knew him well, but now it seems that his understanding of the old principal is far from deep enough.

He must break this passive status quo, otherwise, without waiting to destroy this place silently, his negative emotions will be enough to drive himself to dig a hole in place and commit suicide.

Nelson may be the only person alive in the world who has personally killed Silent, but he has never heard the saying that Silent can speak.

Of course, it is not entirely talking. It is silently a monster condensed from magic power. It does not have organs such as vocal cords, and its destructive chaotic magic power is not enough to support it to form an orderly vocal structure. The wild laughter was almost entirely derived from the sound of the explosion it made when it collided with the thunder, silently as if deliberately letting the thunder destroy part of its body structure. With the cry brought by Barry when he was a child, it was like an orchestra, almost treating the whole sky as its whistle, sending out a hair-raising, terrifying scream.

In the blink of an eye, Nelson's vision was replaced by pitch blackness. From a distance, it was actually a black hole-like mask with a slightly larger spot of light surrounded by fireflies on its nose.

Silently dragging its huge and bloated body, it only took a moment to find the person who struck him with lightning. Its eyes were as empty as a broken incandescent lamp, and it couldn't even see Nelson's figure, nor its own. Compared with the grandeur, Nelson is too small. It gave out a piercing smile like sharp claws rubbing against a steel pipe, and continued to let Nelson chop its body with the thunder and lightning called by the stars.

"My beloved grandfather told me that if I wasn't a good boy, God would be angry with me, but I've been mischievous all my life, and I've never enjoyed this kind of hemp massage. All I waited for was his favorite Whip," there was a hint of relief in Ghost's laughter, "I feel it now, are you God? Nelson!"

This shout almost shattered Nelson's eardrum, dizziness and stinging pain hit his brain almost at the same time, Nelson's eyes went blank, and his spirit instantly went into a trance. The **** mouth of the black mucus has opened, and there was a human-shaped ghost that opened its mouth wider than its head. Now there is no humanoid left. Nelson has never been damaged or even ashes. The lost robes were even corroded by the slime, and a large hole was formed. On the edge of the scorched hole, one by one, the figures in the quagmire stretched out their abstract arms, struggling to spread in all directions.

The building where Nelson was standing did not form an obstacle to the silence at all. At the moment of contact, it was melted by magic power, the red sand dripped and dripped, and the corroded black steel bars were scattered by the wind.

In just two sentences, Nelson successfully prevented the silent completion of the blockade, but he also struggled under the sudden attack. Barry was so polite and gentle on weekdays, but he never mentioned his tragic past. Nor did he know that in the shadow of his heart was a helpless child who was bitten by memories all day long. , but this warmth came too late to melt the clay-like hard shell that belonged to a crappy wizard.

Under the protection and blockade of this unbreakable hard shell, the child wrapped in memories grows into a complete monster day by day in Barry's smile. At this moment, Barry Dippet seems to be delighted. Nelson, who was thwarted by him, drew fire, but his instinct to hunt and slaughter was ten times stronger? He knew very well that there was only one person in the city who could stop it, and it did just that, using the most decisive blow to deal with the guy who might delay its feast as soon as possible.

Its jaws - if twisted things like that can be called jaws - slammed shut, a squirming mouth full of criss-crossing, shark-like rows of fangs, and the stench of blood filled it , those sharp teeth even grew a hideous face and lush fangs, entangled in Nelson like an octopus.

Nelson must break this passive status quo, but how to summon the Patronus that best fits the application scenario? It is difficult for him to squeeze even the slightest happy memory from his chaotic mind, and the cold magic power is not deployed. Using Sykes to restore the stored magic power may trigger an explosion that annihilates him together, or directly become silent natural nourishment.

Even at this time, his left hand was still tightly pressing the hat on top of his head, even if the back of his hand was eroded by the silent magic power, he was unwilling to let go. The temperature of the palm of his hat close to the brim still retains the temperature, and Nelson still has the last trace of magic power left to mobilize.

Silently raising his neck, his arms propped up his upper body lying on the ground, while his lower body extended like a snake into the "city wall" in the distance. Those huge round pupils were closed and stretched to the point of disproportion. His long face showed a humanized and satisfied expression, as if it had just swallowed some delicious delicacy, its pale pupils suddenly opened, and a ghostly cold beam of light shot out from the pupils, as it enjoyed shaking its head and tail, It was whipped around Berlin like a long whip, and the huge city was cut into pieces like pizza. In the neatly cut hills, shadows of children holding their heads and crying loudly were standing from the charred ground. When they got up, they tore the tie connecting the umbilical cord to the earth, and **** black mucus dripped from the wriggling umbilical cord. This city, which was once pushed to the extreme by the madness and then destroyed by the madness, has endured suffering similar to that of Barry, and the residue remains. The grief of each other has become the nourishment for them to nourish each other.

The figures of those children grow tall and differentiated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and distinctive clothing grows out of their flesh. Even if they are black, it is enough to see which are ignorant soldiers, which are greedy businessmen, and which are children who died prematurely. , which are paralyzed widowers, which are officials named after slogans, which are impoverished street traders, which are tortured prisoners of war, which are widows who have lost their children, which are tainted innocence, which are innocence Covered up atrocities, which belong to the sidelines

I don't know how long these shadows have stayed here. Fortunately, the beam of light did not sweep the streets around the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, but there was already a white-hot battle due to the frenzied ravings. He was reduced to a supporting role. If Dante really wrote "The Divine Comedy" with his own eyes, then he must be a prophet, and his timeless eyes looked straight at this place.

Those black shadows that have just formed have not even had time to recognize themselves, and they have already opened their "mouths" with blurred boundaries, biting the surrounding "similars" like beasts, and even beasts are a bit less instinctive and savage than them.

The silently deformed and twisted arm seems to have countless joints, and it grows intertwined. Its neck is stretched so long that it seems to be able to reach the sky. Just a slightly raised upper body is enough to match the iron tower of the neighboring capital. It was flat, its empty eyes could not reflect the scene of the city, but the ecstasy could not be concealed. The former Barry had never had such an experience of overlooking all living beings.

It is not in a hurry to slaughter, but slowly crawling in the direction of the gap in the wall, it wants to wait for those trapped beasts to regain their senses, taste their fearful smell, and gather in the street again, trying to rationalize the dementor of its body, will be The most wonderful seasoning.

On the edge of the city, the two people who were rapidly approaching on the broom looked at the high wall and iron wall rising slowly in the distance, and felt an inexplicable fear. The witch in the robe shuddered and almost fell, okay. Moody caught her behind him, he felt cold all over, and the scene in front of him was frantically intertwining reality and imagination, sometimes it was the horrified expression of a Muggle when he was about to swoosh into the street, sometimes it was a ghastly face, and tears were hurting each other. Parents, finally, in the mid-air only five meters away from the street, he couldn't hold on any longer, and the hand holding the broom slipped and loosened. on the ground.

But the street didn't pay attention to this young man lying in a pool of blood. People filled with fear were on a chaotic flight, instinctively away from the terrifying walls of a concentration camp, but no one knew where they should go.

In the center of the high wall, Jokunda, holding a wand, was struggling to climb up the outer wall of the high-rise building where Andre had fallen. She followed Nelson to this place, but the structure of the building had been completely destroyed. Destroyed, the crumbling building was only supported by steel bars and frames, and her magic seemed to freeze because of the surrounding environment, but she noticed the old wizard who arrived here with Nelson but disappeared, he seemed to be a powerful People, maybe this is the last chance at this moment.

After swallowing Nelson, Silent didn't even bother to say a word. It had a completely consistent memory from Barry's heart. It even felt the grief of a friend's murder, but this emotion made it more complicated and more complicated. Excited, its body began to twist and expand, growing into an indescribable structure, exuding a maddening atmosphere.

A soft "tongue" grows from its slender, thorn-like chin, which bends upwards and licks the mouth where it has just had a full meal. At the moment of its aftertaste, its elongated face swells from the inside. Protrusions appeared on its cheeks full of mourning faces, followed by the second and third... Its chaotic emotions were not enough to support its shocked expression, but the five protrusions did not wait for it, the next Seconds, accompanied by the sound of the whistle - which is almost the most orderly sound in Berlin - a giant hand made of steel rushed out with the kinetic energy accumulated on the rails for an unknown amount of time, and it was easily torn apart. Its mouth was still tightly closed, but a wider and larger "mouth" was cracked in the center of the cheek, accompanied by a waterfall of black mucus and a direct beating. To the atomized black magic power, Alexander's palm broke through its mouth and clasped it on its face.

The body of steel is not afraid of pain, and the soul of steel never knows what fear is. The thumb, ring finger, and little finger tightly squeeze the silently torn cheeks. The eye sockets, the broken pale eyeballs were immediately covered with black~www.mtlnovel.com~ Hot steam poured out from the exhaust vents all over the giant's palm joints, mixed with the lost fog, eroding the silent face at a locust-like speed, making Its originally shaped face was corroded beyond recognition, and the mad monster roared in pain for the first time. Just like last time, this was also the sound played by Alexander to calculate the position and size of the damage on the eyeball.

Iron Fist's castration remained unabated, and soon, his wrist also stretched out from the silently cracked "mouth", it clasped the monster's face tightly, and pushed it up with an uppercut-like angle. , followed by a swarm-like roar of forearms, elbows, forearms, shoulders, and turning gears, but the real swarm—the mayfly surging from Alexander's body had invaded the silent limbs.

Its crack was getting bigger and bigger, and it was almost torn in half along the border. Nelson used the last bit of magic to open the portal to the blurred fantasy. The galloping Hogwarts Express noticed the change, it couldn't pass through that narrow It had to widen it again and again, but fortunately it succeeded. The upper body of the giant rushed out of the gap that was enough for it to pass through. He rested his head on the armrest, his eyes were lowered, and he seemed to be asleep.

Roaring silently, instinctively attacking Alexander's huge body, Alexander's hand clasped its face tightly, and the other hand was like Nelson holding a soft felt hat, propped up above the throne above his head, and the scarlet one eye shot out. Light enough to pierce any darkness, silently re-forming incomprehensible shapes along the rift, it is almost dominated by the instinct of destruction, but its opponent has no instinct, the gear lever and the furnace bring it, it is absolute rationality.

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