My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 630

Transfiguration is a compulsory course for every wizard, but no one has ever dared to claim to have mastered the true meaning of Transfiguration. It is different from any other magic in this world. There are no complicated incantations, no dazzling gestures. , no crackling explosions or roaring flames, but its subtlety and complexity far surpasses any known spell.

The curse between the virtual and the real was blocked by Dumbledore again and again, and bunkers were constantly raised around Haierbo to limit his blocking. Under Dumbledore's cover, Grindelwald's figure frequently disappeared and appeared from time to time. A powerful spell was shot out, and the two surrounded each other, quickly closing the distance with Haierbo.

The last silver rain fell, and the rain that spread over the entire planet finally stopped. The stars suspended over the cities turned into meteors and approached Berlin in unison.

The moment Nelson opened his eyes, he noticed Haierbo's existence. Arriving in Zweig's arms on the battlefield, he opened his eyes, and the saints were standing in a row majestically, sweeping the open space around the water curtain to make room for the continuous stream of people.

Zweig nodded to Nelson, helped him stand up, and handed him over to Tom who came.

"Follow me!"

A heart-piercing roar resounded in the distance, making people wonder if the caller had roared out his lungs, "Even if you don't want a future that you don't approve of to run over you, at least Also protect the present! That is despicable Haierbo, a dark wizard in ancient Greece, no one wants to return to slavery!"

Nelson looked in the direction from which the voice came, a familiar man was picking up his clothes with a stick he had picked up from nowhere, like Clara Lessing waving a flag in the famous French painting "Liberty Leading the People". In the same way, he held his wand high in one hand and waved the "flag" in the other. His bare chest was covered with frostbite, and his cheeks were as red as the inhabitants of the plateau. Behind him, the sun was struggling to break through the gloomy clouds like a poisonous miasma. Next, the huge ice sculpture penguin standing in the forest on the outskirts is slowly melting, and the clear water flowing from its belly makes it have a soft, elastic and naive belly like a real penguin.

It was Auror Ogden from the British Ministry of Magic, with his head sticking out of the far horizon, a frosted broom clamped between his legs, like a drunk driver, the broom twisting in the air Flying, and then, jumping behind them were the brooms that covered the sky, and the Aurors who were dragged by the penguins in the forest and had no time to fight. Good timing, so that by the time it came to the battlefield it was too late.

But fortunately, it was not too late. The flag of the International Federation of Wizards fell, but this group of "living forces" that Dumbledore valued remained intact. Many people rode on brooms and waved wildly. Their own coats were originally symptoms of hypothermia brought on by freezing, but at this moment, they were tantamount to brand-new banners, one after another into the deadly battlefield of the common enemy of this era.

"Mortal."

Haierbo retracted his gaze and squeezed a cold snort from his nose. Grindelwald's figure had approached him through constant Apparition under the cover of Dumbledore. He waved the magic wand he had just borrowed and said several times. The powerful spell hit Haierbo's chest in an instant, and the wand was also accelerating its corruption, sending out an unsustainable scream in a burst of sparks.

Haierbo lowered his head expressionlessly, Grindelwald's curse passed through his chest and hit the ground in the distance, leaving deep pits with fire everywhere in the distance, but the curse did not fail. To make Haierbo feel happy, because it means that he has not returned to the world, he clenched his fists, raised his bone-like wand gently, narrowed his eyes and stared at Grindelwald's constantly flashing figure, and licked his lips lightly .

"You are also mortals. No matter how many mortals like you come, it won't help."

Haierbo shook his head in disappointment. So far, apart from Dumbledore's spell that blocked the arc of light that destroyed the skyscraper, he took another look, and no one had made him excited to fight, and he had no one else. Compared to the 1990s, these modern wizards have not invented magic that is eye-catching, and it seems that the development of magic has stalled since thousands of years ago.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at his chest, the biting chill brought by the piercing morning wind hit his skin through the thin robe, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the fog of loss that filled the surrounding was like fear It generally spread out in all directions, and he felt the suffocating pain squeezed out of the narrow hose, like the birth of a baby, he was breaking out of the prison of death and truly returning to this world.

But then, a silver bell-like collision sounded in the ears of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Haier at the same time, and they noticed at the same time that the chains formed by the silver cylinders were tying Haier. Bo's wrist, extended into the bottomless fog, the mayflies who gave their lives, even if they ran to death, remembered the enemy who caused their creator to suffer so much, and added him with the last soul. A layer of shackles.

"It looks like you haven't been fully released, Haierbo," Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded in Haierbo's ear, penetrating the air and the lost fog, and entering the ears of the dark wizard who was caught between the blurred fantasy and reality In the middle, the duet is generally harsh, "In such a hurry to escape, be careful to be executed by the warden."

The next second, Grindelwald's figure appeared behind Haierbo. The magic spell that was about to collapse pressed against Haierbo's back. The real touch made his eyes bright. He chanted the incantation silently, and green lightning wrapped in flames spurted out. , a sound like a dragon roar that ripped apart the air, instantly penetrated Haierbo's heart, and blew his chest cavity, which had not yet fully arrived in the world, to shreds.

At the moment Haierbo turned his wand to counterattack, Grindelwald disappeared again.

"Nice Apparition, Gellert Grindelwald," In the chest that was almost completely exploded, the purple fiery and the light of the Death Curse were frantic and turbulent, Haierbo's voice became thin and dry after losing his lung lobe Dumb, like the noise of sand rubbing against the city wall, "I dare to guarantee that even the wizard who created Apparition is far less skilled in its use than you are."

"Oh? You still remember my name?"

Grindelwald's voice sounded in all directions of Haierbo at almost the same time. His extreme apparition even made it difficult to capture his true position. Haierbo was filled with afterimages left by him in all directions. The fierce and fierce fire condensed into bundles of lines enough to ignite the air, bursting out almost at the same time, turning Haierbo into a hedgehog.

Immediately afterwards, the compressed flames erupted their temperature at the same time, and even the sound did not escape their roasting, and the surrounding air was forced out of a silent vacuum. In the absolute silence, Haierbo turned into a colorless mass. The flames were instantly engulfed by the fierce flames of Grindelwald.

"I can hit him," Grindelwald appeared beside Dumbledore, and threw the charred wand into the air and let it fly away, his figure flickered, and a new wand in his hand, "He doesn't look like It's good news for us that Nelson can dodge into a hallucination at any time."

"Your wand—"

"This is the downside of the time converter," Grindelwald shrugged, "and it's the only use I've found so far, just think I can finish a long spell in a short time, that's pretty much the truth. ."

"No wonder." Dumbledore held his wand and stared vigilantly at the blazing fire, "Anything else found?"

"I used more than 30 kinds of powerful black magic in the attack just now, but the only one that can really hurt him seems to be Fiery," Grindelwald shook his head, "I speculate that the spell he created did not Can't do any real damage to him. As for Fierce Fire, it may have been created earlier than him. It would be nice if Nelson was here. I remember he is good at the history of magic. Maybe he can help us find the magic that can kill Haierbo. ."

"yes--"

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched wildly, and he stretched out his hand to drag Grindelwald down. He raised his wand. A silver shield appeared where Grindelwald's head had just been. The unbalanced Grindelwald raised his wand and apparated to Deng. On the other side of Bridor, he quickly stood up and raised his wand.

In the next second, a corner of the sturdy shield disappeared, and the edge was curved. Dumbledore tilted his head and felt a breeze blowing across his face, and his pupils shrank. This shield was not created temporarily by Transfiguration. The product, but the magic prop he brought from Hogwarts, was originally intended to be used to resist Fierce Fire. He realized that everything, including the air, had been annihilated in a cylindrical area that passed through the shield. The wisp of breeze in the air was the flow of the surrounding air when filling the void. He looked at Grindelwald out of the corner of his eye and said:

"Be careful."

"Of course," Grindelwald didn't seem to care, "I have you behind me, don't I? Oh, by the way, I suggest you try the extension spell of the Patronus Charm. I noticed that when dealing with Haierbo, Nelson used This thing is very effective every time, in his words, what is it called? Attribute restraint."

Dumbledore twirled his wand thoughtfully.

"Interrupt you, it's not polite to slander him in front of the god, and the patron saint you mentioned is just a curious plaything that my servants showed me their hearts," Haierbo's voice gradually wilted. From the flames, the fierce fire should have spread disorderly, but now it is slowly shrinking, "We are old acquaintances, my great master...Gellert Grindelwald, so of course I remember your humble name. , and the impressive humiliation you brought to me as a mortal."

"Are you a god? Guys who really have believers and have teachings don't say what gods they are," Grindelwald's tone was flat, but his movements were filled with anger. The curse poured down Haierbo from all directions, and he was useless. The hand tied the time converter cast the spell, but the wand was also stressed by the incantation of such a frequency, and cracks appeared, "Such a despicable and despicable god? Why does God remember my name."

While suppressing, he switched positions, attracting Haierbo's attention to the opposite direction of Dumbledore.

"Of course," Haierbo's chest was constantly being penetrated by the magic spell wrapped in flames, but the black magic that Grindelwald was good at became his nourishment, speeding up the recovery of the wound on his chest. He raised his bone wand and said softly, "Those who impress me deserve their names, you know? Wands weren't popular when I was respected by the world, and one arrogant challenger left him to use it. The arm of magic, this wand called 'Avada' reaped the lives of his followers who had assembled delusions against my authority, so with all my mercy I named the best spell 'Avada' Take your life~www.mtlnovel.com~ I think your bones can make my Apparition look elegant and dashing."

"Your polite appearance makes me a little uncomfortable, despicable Haierbo," Grindelwald looked at Haierbo who reappeared in the slowly dissipating flame. Haierbo's clothes were burned by the fierce fire, revealing torn The chest cavity, and a heart that is beating slowly and covered with long black hair, the torn skin is being filled by strands of black mist, Haierbo pulls out a cloud of black mist from the air and smashes it on his body, an ancient Greek style. The waist robe appeared again, and Grindelwald said sternly, "Your humble and lowly appearance of wagging your tail and begging for pity, looking for your master everywhere has always lingered in my mind and lingered."

"The battle of words is not nourishing, even if it is a god, there is no shortage of moments when you need to compromise."

Haierbo shook his head, the beating hairy heart was closed by the intact chest cavity, he took a step forward, and under his feet was the down-to-earth solid touch that had been separated for more than 2,000 years, he took a deep breath of the dirty air, this kind of "living" "The feeling made him happy.

As a celebration, he raised his chin, exhaled a turbid breath, emptied his lungs, and inhaled hard. Thousands of meters away, the Aurors who were merging with the reinforcements and preparing for the Aurors felt an irresistible attraction. , they were suspended in the air one by one, their bodies opened uncontrollably, the magic of their souls escaped from their eye sockets with the breath of black magic, gathered together, and was swallowed by the sudden burst of broken poisonous snakes, and Dengbu Haier, who was confronting Lido and Grindelwald, swelled up like gas, and returned to its original state, exuding a terrifying aura, tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore like Grindelwald just now. .

Chapter end