My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 639

"A raw face?"

The man stared at Tom with interest, rubbing the back of his hand on his chin. After observing for a while, he stared at the wand in Tom's hand with a playful expression, "It's not long since I came to Little Sun."

"the little sun?"

"This city-state is called the little sun by me, doesn't it sound very pleasant? It's warm, you must have heard of the safety here, so you have escaped here, right?" The man tilted his head and looked at the giant The ruins spread all over the dragon's rampage, he said, "In the six years since the 'Little Sun' has only been unable to enter, your spells are the worst, although compared to Lord Haierbo, it is only a firefly to Haoyue. ."

"Oh? Really," Tom nodded, "I'd like to meet you."

"Maybe you are carrying something out of the ordinary, young man." Looking at the extraordinary Tom, the man's eyes were full of greed and aggression. Tom's appearance was that of a pampered nobleman in this era. He noticed Tom's hands The magic wand is a rare item in the entire peninsula. Most of the wizards who use wands are from the northwest of Europe. They master magic that is very different from the ancient Greek wizards. He has begun to imagine what unknown spells Tom has mastered. Enough Let him go a step further, emerge under the command of Lord Haierbo, and gain greater favor... The man quickly pulled away from his imagination, like every time he came here before, he put forward conditions that he couldn't refuse, "I believe you have seen them. Here...the appearance of living and working in peace and contentment, sunshine, freedom, and sweet fruit, I know why you people come here, but you can't look directly at the majestic figure of Lord Haierbo, I am a person who advocates peace, I can't bear to see it So many mortals in the city bleed to death, I can pretend that nothing happened, but concealing this from the Lord, even me, will have to pay a big price."

"Oh."

Tom looked as if he was listening.

"Lord Haierbo, is the **** of magic!" The man showed a pious expression, turned and bowed in the direction he came from, "He gave the weak and unworthy of his children a city-state to recuperate and prosper, but he Those who have spied on the magic are not allowed to be out of his rule, and although he does not care about the weak you, the magic should bathe his glory."

In a brief description, Tom had heard a lot of nonsense taken from the teachings of various religions. He kept tapping on the gold coin between his fingers.

"This is the rule of this city-state. I can be merciful and allow you to survive here, but you must prove to me that you are harmless. The easiest way is to hand over the power that you think is powerful but is actually nothing. Give me... that thing in your hand is called a wand, right? You need to give it to me, and report to me all the magic you know." The man rubbed his hands and glanced over The wizards dodging behind Tom laughed, "Don't worry, they've all experienced this, don't put too much pressure on them."

Tom ignored him and put a hand on his face, as if thinking about something. The man saw his reluctance and narrowed his eyes.

"You must keep yourself harmless. This is also the only way for a guy like you who is not worthy of being in the eyes of adults to express his loyalty. Lord Haierbo only values ​​loyalty."

The man raised his eyebrows and let out a sullen, wicked grin. He fought with the smirk all over his body. The crow feathers stuck to the robe fell like snowflakes, as if some naughty child was shaking a Christmas tree. , he suddenly approached Tom, his half-closed eyelids suddenly lifted, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes like dead fish, he stared at Tom's eyes, a shimmer of light containing a thread of silver steam burst from his eyes. Shot out, straight into Tom's pupil.

The surrounding wizards avoided their eyes in fear. They had seen with their own eyes that the newcomers who tried to resist were manipulated by the same magic, revealing the secrets in their hearts like a drooling puppet.

Seeing Tom stay in place without resistance like those who have never seen this mind-reading magic, the man smiled in enjoyment, and the feeling of manipulating others made him fascinated, and he raised his mouth and fiddled with his neckline. Feather, grinning: "Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolute disloyalty."

The wizards who witnessed this scene closed their eyes, not wanting to be reminded of their unbearable memories.

But after a long time, Tom's demented confession didn't sound, instead, there was an unusually harsh sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"What are you? Are you also worthy of examining my heart?"

Tom snorted disdainfully and glanced at the man who was rolling with his head on the ground. The crow feathers on the robe had all fallen off in the struggle, revealing the robe covered with glue and poorly stitched underneath. The dust, mottled like a map, made him look like an ugly monster with sores all over his body.

Like the wizards who had been read by him before, his eyes were slack, the saliva from the corner of his mouth could not stop flowing down, and he began to talk about his experience like a reluctant elementary school student reading a text aloud.

And all this was heard by the gold coin in Tom's hand.

At the foot of the city wall in the distance, Nelson was holding his ears, recording the words from the mayfly word by word.

"Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal?" Tom sneered, lowered his head, looked at the man whose eyes gradually returned to clarity, and mocked, "It seems that your loyalty is only superficial, Haierbo knows his 'little sun' 'Did he hide so many people he couldn't tolerate?"

"you-"

The man struggled to get up from the ground, but his disobedient limbs forced him to swim on dry land. He flopped like a stranded fish to the ground beside the chain, which penetrated the dragon's forelimbs and bound it. action.

The man grabbed the chain, and even a slight pull on the special chain was enough to bring unbearable pain to the dragon. It raised its head and let out a roar that was almost roaring. The fiery dragon breath spewed out of its mouth. A gully covered with melted masonry was ploughed on the ground. The Prophet Amphitheatre was divided into two by the dragon's breath. The lavfilled gully even extended to the city wall at one point, avoiding the city wall with enough space for four horses. Through the cracks that passed side by side, a wizard hiding behind the seat was directly hit by it. He didn't even have time to scream, and even the ashes were not left behind. It turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared, and the dragon disappeared. With its head held high like a whip, the breath smashed into the sky, leaving a ferocious wound in the dark clouds that filled the sky. Those dementors were different from what Nelson had in mind. They were not only repelled by the Patronus Charm. The immortal body was rubbed by the dragon's breath, leaving a fatal wound.

Nelson was standing on the edge of the city wall swept by the dragon's breath. He raised his head and saw a dementor that had been hit from the front falling from the sky. The claws wanted to grab it, but it was expelled by the enraged dragon flames in the next second. At the moment when the seriously injured dementor was about to land, a dementor floating in the air saw it suddenly in his sight. Disappeared.

In its place was a small sparkling silver ball, which hit the ground, bounced high, and finally rolled behind a building clinging to the roots of the wall.

The dementors above Tom's head suddenly became active, but their eyes were not directed at Tom or the wizards who had long since lost their temper, but were greedily staring at the man who was struggling on the ground.

Tom narrowed his eyes and drew his wand.

"You are afraid," he stepped forward, approached the man, and asked with a frown, "What are you afraid of?"

"Helpo can't care about loyalty, Tom, he has a way to make people absolutely loyal to him," Nelson's voice remembered in Tom's ear, Tom reached out a hand, pressed the small silver ball in his ear, carefully Listening, "I saw in him the magic that Grindelwald used for Barry. He thought he was cheating, but in fact he was under Haierbo's control all the time. Compared with his loyalty, there was no doubt that he It's more about strength."

"strength?"

"That's right, that's why this guy wants to let the dragon kill you," Nelson said earnestly while sketching Haierbo's face with a piece of history in his notebook, "It seems that although outside It is still a fog for us, but Haierbo's control of his subordinates is still not careful enough, and we can easily see clues from him."

"Maybe Haier didn't realize that there are people like us who don't know anything about him." Tom said softly, "So what was the spell he just used? How does it feel like a veritas agent?"

"The spell he used just now is a relatively primitive Legilimency, which was mentioned in the first edition of the Eleventh Century's "Forbidden Spell Strikes Back"," Nelson's mind flashed a tall tower made of white mist. His consciousness was at the top of the tower, and he was looking at the forbidden book in front of his desk, "Compared to Legilimency, it has many flaws, the plundered memory is not detailed enough, and the method is quite rude, and it doesn't even need to practice Occlumency. It can also be blocked. Since your magic or spirit is stronger than his, in the current wizard's cognition, the strength of the soul and the strength of magic are still unclear. Your Occlumency Counterattack instinctively, so in his opinion. Come on, your magic is much stronger than his."

"My magic power is much stronger than this waste."

"Okay," Nelson's approval was a little perfunctory, "I can't bring Alexander here, so I can only use some mayflies to build a simple core to analyze the possibility. According to what he just said and his performance, the most It is possible that there is a cruel and clear position determined by strength and weakness within Haierbo's subordinates. You may have attracted the attention of Haierbo himself. He is afraid that you will join Haierbo's subordinates and take his place. The fear that you will tell Hyerbo about his infidelity goes beyond death."

"By the way, we've been talking about Haierbo's name. Didn't Pitia say that he would feel something?"

"I didn't monitor even the slightest trace of magic when we called him by his first name," Nelson shook his head. "This magic doesn't exist, maybe it's a magic he made up to spread fear, and now he and Pitia Just as young, but about the same age as Professor Dumbledore, there's no reason to invent anything."

"Hmph," Tom curled his lips, "I can invent ten such magics in a minute."

The man cursed loudly at the dragon in a dialect that only he could speak, and dragged the chain in his hand, trying to let it kill Tom. The chain running through his body inspired magic designed for torture. Unbearable pain, bloodshot eyes filled with wild wildness, and the pervading killing intent locked on Tom.

Tom looked back, and the wizards who escaped avoided their sight. They looked at Tom, who was being stared at by the dragon, unmoved. Compared with the minions who resisted Haierbo, they also did it for completely different reasons. The same choice as a man - let the dragon kill Tom, in order to ensure that the city-state is not targeted by Haierbo.

The roar of the giant dragon resounded through the city, and the buildings collapsed without being able to resist the sound. The gathered dementors also fled in all directions, avoiding its edge. Tom kept talking, and people who couldn't hear his voice. Subconsciously thought he was doing his last prayers.

"I have a guess, Nel," in the conversation between Tom and Nelson, the dragon that people avoided seemed to be non-existent, "Look at this guy so weak, Haier Po may not be much stronger, and he is now Very young, not even fully ruling Greece, let alone Europe, you can actually go to an earlier time, like we can find Pythia and Hyerbo on the sea, and then…”

"Tsk tsk."

"You know," he said with a capsize gesture, "a wave comes down, and then we go back and enjoy life."

"It's not that simple, Tom," Nelson rejected his offer, "on the one hand, it's my limit, on the other hand, we can't change the future so rudely, or we might not be born, or we might There is another Haierbo to fill his vacancy. Instead of facing a more unknown enemy, it is better to choose someone we are familiar with and who I happen to be particularly good at dealing with. UU read www.uukanshu.com”

Tom waved his wand, and a sharp white light hit the dragon's face.

"Oh, after all, it's still a dragon, and even the fearful eye-sightening spell is the same," Tom looked at the giant dragon who lost his sight and began to trample, with a golden hook sticking out of his wand, "Nar, this may be our short-sightedness. It's the last time we meet in time, don't wait too long."

"The biggest problem now is that Haierbo controls other people's magic." Under the cover of the giant dragon, the white mist spread over the man who fell to the ground, Nelson said in a deep voice, "This spell is quite complicated, I am afraid Haierbo's magic has already quite mature."

"Whatever! Maturity also means that we can provide a reference for our war two thousand years later," Tom casually waved the hook lock and wrapped himself around the dragon, "Just think of a way, what is this magic? Countermeasures? I'm not good at dealing with this kind of thing, you shouldn't want to see Haierbo's subordinates having an extra general."

"Don't worry," Nelson said, "I will make a mayfly for you that can look like the real one. It will have a false but real soul, and it will bear the curse of the soul for you."

"That's good," Tom waved his hand free and easy. In the distant sky, a huge snake head slowly protruded from the clouds, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the basilisk without fear, "Damn, I never I never thought that one day I would be so crazy thinking that I would save the world."

"I have successfully communicated the blurred vision... Although it is not the same as what I am familiar with," Nelson's voice paused, "I will always be by your side, Tom, take care!"

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