My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 623

"Roar!"

Borgin Bork sat proudly on the top of the corpse group, imagining the beautiful time when he ruled the world. His eyes were fixed on Alexander, who had been motionless since a long time ago, with a determined smile on his face.

Even if Alexander didn't move, the furnace in his chest was hot to the extreme. Steel was melting and reshaping all the time, even higher than the load when fighting Silently. He found that almost all of Alexander's magic was used to To maintain the alchemy items connected to it around - from the artificial stars in the sky to the central alchemy magic circle hidden in the lake behind it, its own destructive power has been squeezed to the extreme. Make one Alexander, why not make another to share the pressure on it?

"Maybe he doesn't have time?" Borgin Bock didn't think much about it, but he was so arrogant at the moment, as if he was a different person. In the pile of corpses, every corpse had the same eye, he stared at Alexander with joy, and licked his lips, "Everyone is afraid of this thing... but I defeated it, who would Who cares how I beat it?"

Even though the group of Infernal corpses under his seat was as large as Alexander's, there was an inexplicable sense of humility. When he was about to approach it, the armor on Alexander's abdomen was opened, and the scorching red rays slashed one after another, cutting the giant's arm composed of Inferi into pieces smaller than the size of a single Inferi.

Bo Jin Boke's eyes suddenly widened, the corpse under the seat disintegrated instantly, and his figure disappeared in the corpse tide without a trace.

Just the second after the corpse mountain disintegrated, Tom broke into the army of millions of corpses. With his appearance, the corpses boiled, and their blue eyes became brighter, adding a touch of darkness to the night. An eerie blue glow.

"Hold on! These Muggles have no magical favor, even if they have the same wands as us, they can't use the same magic as us! They can't break through our defenses! Hold on! Wait for Borgin Bork's flank before dawn. , we will win!"

Seeing that the stupid corpse mountain giant of Bogin Bock finally disintegrated and turned into an overwhelming horrific tide of corpses, the old wizard shouted excitedly, commanding the Auror and reinforcement wizards to defend, and a city was already in fierce battle. It was razed to the ground, and only a few damaged buildings, including the International Confederation of Wizards' residence, stood. The sound of gunshots and the explosion of spells rang out. The wizards fought and retreated, and their ego was beaten. Shattered, they were horrified to discover that even if they didn't steal wizards' magic and wands, those stupid Muggles had the means to kill Muggles.

Many years ago, Grindelwald's proposition suddenly appeared in the eyes of many elderly wizards. They remembered the plane cannon that Grindelwald showed them. After being confirmed at this moment, the disdain of the year became full of fear. I don't know who From the beginning, the topic of Grindelwald's vision quickly spread in the crowd.

"Come on, kill me!" The old wizard's heart was beating wildly, and he showed a decisive smile at Nelson, who was charging at him. "Let the world see what kind of person you are!"

The Aurors guarding him came from left and right, surrounding him like iron barrels.

"Are you desperate?! Come and die!"

"Ding-"

The incomparably sharp impact sounded suddenly in everyone's ears, and then, the sight of all the witnesses around turned blank, and all the sound, light, touch and perception were replaced by this dazzling white light, and time seemed to freeze. this moment.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe more than ten years, before the unconscious audience woke up from the horror, the Auror and the old wizard were still holding their wands in the direction where Nelson had just stood. The ground has been blasted with a black hole, and the hole is even connected to the lake water not far away, and the bottom is gradually covered by the water surface, but Nelson has disappeared.

The eyes of both sides searched wildly for Nelson's figure, is he dead?

In the next second, a cloud of white mist mixed with gunpowder smoke dissipated, and Nelson stood behind the old wizard and his party holding two wands, looking as usual, even his clothes were not torn.

He walked non-stop in Moody's direction, but as soon as he took his first foot, a mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, staggered under his feet, and rushed forward.

With his fall, the Aurors surrounding the old wizard also turned black and fell limply to the ground. During the few seconds of battle, only the old wizard was left standing alone.

When Nelson was about to fall, the elder wand in his right hand frantically attracted the debris of the surrounding mayfly, and a broken rusty sword was held in Nelson's hand, supporting his body like a crutch. The red color is fleeting, and in a trance, you can see a looming red line connecting the red and Moody's chest.

The old wizard's eyes widened in horror. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand tremblingly to cover his chest. There was no beating touch in the empty chest. It was a wonderful strategy. His heartbeat was connected to Moody's life. It's all lost, but... He didn't have time to think about it, and then the words Nelson left when he passed by sounded in his ears, "Lend your heart to use it."

The road from behind the old wizard to Moody seems to be longer than a circle around the earth. Every step Nelson takes, his footsteps are a little heavier, and the rusty sword that slams into the ground again and again is weaker, every moment. There were spells of the surrounding Aurors that were coming at him, but there was always someone to stop him.

Finally, he walked in front of Moody and stared at Moody's **** eyes, which were frozen there like a sculpture.

"Zweig!" Just when everyone thought Nelson was asleep, he suddenly raised his head and yelled, "I know you're here!"

"The eyes are the windows to the soul, this is a truth that even Muggles know, especially for wizards, it has a very unique symbolic and ritual significance in magic, which is why your enemies end up leaving you It's an eye," said a Muggle who was battling a salted Auror who had recently helped Nelson prevent two death spells from taking off his wig, revealing his large tattooed bald head, and Zweig stunned The opponent's Auror appeared beside Nelson, he glanced at Moody, then at Nelson, shook his head, "Sorry, Lord Grindelwald asked me to protect you here until dawn, before that. I can't take the initiative to show up."

"I don't need your protection," Nelson's one eye was already shrouded in thick fog, and through the vision that overlapped the blurred vision and the real world, he could see Moody's weakened soul turning into wisps of blue smoke escaping from his eyes Leaving out, he gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you the best goblin? He needs your help now."

"You should know better than me about this, Nelson," Zweig shook his head again, "I can connect his nerves, heal his wounds, and even give him the same eye as before, but the soul... You should see that the voodoo ritual he went through was not as simple as photographing it, and it seemed that he was just extracting the pictures left in his eyes, but in fact, he was extracting his soul."

Nelson didn't seem to hear Zweig's words, and waved his wand like a madman. It seemed to others that he was just angry, but in the blurred vision that no one could see, an extremely precise hand was constantly moving. Gathering Moody's escaping soul and stuffing it back into his body, but Moody's tormented soul almost like a sieve is no longer complete, and unless Nelson can keep repairing it like this for a lifetime, it will eventually be in ashes.

Nelson's eyes lit up and he reached into his pocket.

"Nelson, those eyes you showed me, with all due respect, they have the will to die..." Zweig looked at the two young lives on the cross who were dying, "Other people's eyes are useless. Yes, unless you can find the right one for them, but there are billions of people in this world, how do you find the one that just fills his soul?"

Zweig sighed, stopped speaking, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Nar!"

Tom's cry came from behind him, and Nelson turned to see Tom half-kneeling on the ground holding Borgin Bock's head. He threw the small object over, and while pressing his knee hard against Borgin Bock's heart, he shouted, "Take it!"

Nelson instinctively stretched out his hand and held the gem that shone with blue light. The cold touch spread out from the palm, and even revealed a coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He just held it lightly, and he felt as if something Something wanted to penetrate his body through his skin, and the stench from the ultimate black magic made his brows wrinkle. He was too familiar with this feeling.

The dense silver light spread out from his hand, wrapping the eye slowly, the gentle touch wrapped around his palm, blocking the spread of black magic, he lowered his head, spread out his palm, a blue eyeball He was lying in his palm, beating slowly like a heart.

He stared at the eyeball in his hand, and then slowly raised his head, raised his hand, and held the eyeball in front of Moody. The eyeball covered the blood hole where Moody lost his eye. On his face, however, there was a sense of harmony that shocked Nelson—as if it should have been there.

The sense of suffocation brought by fate made Nelson shudder. His heart began to beat wildly, and he almost broke free from his chest. He squeezed out a word that he thought should never appear again:

"Mad Eyes..."

"What?" Tom turned to block the Auror who wanted to approach, turned his head and shouted at Nelson, "What did you say?"

He saw Nelson raising his head, staring at the sky through the broken ceiling. He thought Nelson was looking at the stars that kept pumping down the magic power that kept the missionaries and pivots running, but he quickly realized that Nelson's eyes Has crossed the gap between the stars, staring at the chaotic deep space with ironic eyes.

The magic of centaur stargazing gathered and brewed in his eyes, and through the disordered star man, he found the faintly luminous star corresponding to Moody's life, and its trajectory had already shifted in a certain collision. , but at this point it appears to be back on a similar trajectory to its original one.

"It's... just right," Nelson shook his head and said softly, "A young man whose body and soul were completely broken, at a critical moment, received a gift that was filled with soul magic and inextricably linked to him. Eyes, it is really the arrangement of fate."

Moody, who was tied to the cross with his head lowered, looked like a consecrated saint and a sacrifice to fate. The Moody's overlap and fit perfectly, with almost no deviation.

"Sorry, Alastor."

Nelson took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, his face was close to Moody's ear, his face was hidden in the obscured shadow, he stretched out a hand and pressed it on Moody's weakly pulsating neck, his fingertips pressed slightly, Moody's. The bound body tensed violently, almost breaking free from the rope and bouncing up, and all the wounds covered with blood scabs around the eye sockets collapsed, blood spurted out again, and the pupils of Moody's intact eyes expanded rapidly. Nelson, who moved directly in front of him, had already grabbed his hair and pressed his head down. Their eyes met in mid-air. The ocean in Nelson's eyes was rising up with the silver steam brought by the early morning sunrise. Gathered into Moody's pupils, allowing him to regain clarity in an instant.

He didn't understand why Nelson was able to convey the message directly by showing his memory. The complex information exploded in his mind, causing a colicky pain in his brain. Eyes, biting his lip, nodding forcefully at Nelson.

"I will beat him."

After that, he tilted his head and fainted again.

Nelson raised one arm, chanting vague spells in his mouth, and the towering stone walls rose from the ground. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com packed him and the two crosses like a black box.

Not long after, Nelson came out of the closed stone wall. He looked at Nagini, who was found by Tom, and Myrtle, who was busy and had no idea when. He didn't communicate in words, but he could read his eyes The two of them quickly walked into the stone wall.

"Who is this?"

Nelson, who had arrived after hearing the news, looked at Moody, who was awake, and at the girl who was carefully placed beside him by Nagini, and asked softly, "Are you a friend you met in Berlin?"

"Who?"

Moody was obviously in a trance, he held his head, the bandage on his forehead covered his bulging left eye, his face was full of pain, the potion prepared by Tom was domineering, and the nerves around Moody's eyes were stimulated by the potion. He became very active, the pain covered by the injury and the anesthetic became clear, and the severe pain of having one eye gouged hit him violently. He was like a squashed sponge, sweating profusely, the bed was covered Instantly wet, the whole person lost a lot of weight for a while.

Nelson's eyes showed intolerance and guilt. He shook his head and was about to knock Moody out, but Tom grabbed his wrist.

"No," Tom shook his head at him, "you have to let him overcome all this, or he will live in the shadow of Borgin Burke for the rest of his life."

"Let's go," Tom said. "How long will your magic be ready?"

"Wait until dawn."

Nelson narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, got up and prepared to return to the battlefield.

"Please... save her," Moody gritted his teeth and squeezed out a dissonant whine in the extreme pain. "She is... Ludwig Kant's widow."

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