My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 646

If you have seen the content of this volume at this moment, then this is enough to prove that my attempt has paid off. It is about a disaster that has lasted for more than two thousand years, a curse of despair that spans the ages and spreads across the world. Only When there is a possibility of eliminating it, this history will see the light of day again.

I hope you are exploring an unknown history with a lighthearted heart, and of course, if you are doing the same thing as me, then I hope the following absolutely true information can help you stand with me in different eras You on the same front.

623-620 BC was the darkest period in European history, and its darkness was not only symbolic, but literal:

Volcanic ash spewing from the deeply buried volcanoes in Sicily rose into the sky by some kind of magic I can't record (if I did, it would be part of them too), forming a blanket that shrouded the Balkans for a long time. The three-year terrifying haze not only blocked the sunlight from shining on the land and plants, but also sprinkled toxic substances all the time. The wizard who created this magic unilaterally cut off the connection between the residents of the peninsula and the sky, and only a small part A little bit of life still spreads in the sheltered city-state. (Figures 2-1.1, 2-1.2, 2-1.3)

And the biological father who is shrouded in the ghost on the peninsula, the initiator of all disasters is the absolute protagonist of this era. This "Concise History of Magic in Ancient Greece" is not so much a record of the development and perfection of magic in ancient Greece. Recording his ambition and domination, as well as people's resistance and lamentation, he is the most evil, dangerous, powerful and far-reaching dark wizard in history - the despicable Haierbo.

In 633 BC, Haierbo left an island called "Sicily", ending his peaceful study of magic. This small island was composed of some wizards who went to sea. They learned from each other the use of magic by each other. It is equivalent to a magic school in ancient Greece, but in this era when magic has not been systematically mastered by humans, they can become each other's teachers, more like a communication club.

The island was destroyed by a volcanic eruption, and the person who predicted this disaster was the ancient Greek prophet Pitia, who was inextricably linked with Haierbo.

He took a sampan and Pythia and fled with the people on the island, but was soon as shipwrecked as he had been before landing on the island—

Professor Binns was lying on the long table in the library. The ghost professor who didn't need to eat or sleep actually took a nap. In front of him was a thick history of magic book. Under his arm was the one that had been written. A large pile of notes, old but brand-new words gradually emerged on the empty pages, and the second volume he had been waiting for finally appeared.

But Professor Binns didn't wake up the first time. He was waiting for Peeves. Not long ago, he asked Peeves to find a professor to come here and discuss important matters until the old ghost fell asleep. Peeves was late, and he flew in through the library door, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Young Professor Minerva McGonagall opened the door and walked in. She was fully armed, with several potion bottles hanging from her waist, wearing dragonskin boots and a dragonskin coat, her eyes were cold, and she seemed to be able to go from anywhere at any time. She took out a machete or a small flying knife, which looked like a female spy who was going to assassinate the president of a certain country. In the empty library, she saw the translucent, thin, tired old man at a glance.

She slowed down and walked gently to Professor Binns' side, wondering whether the ghost needed a quilt or not, and glanced at the book that was slowly emerging.

"Ah... you're here."

Professor Binns raised his head, he woke up, and now McGonagall didn't have to worry about whether or not to cover him with a quilt.

"What's your business with me, Professor Binns?" McGonagall asked in a student voice, "I'm going to see Professor Dumbledore later, do you have anything you want me to bring to him? "

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here a little longer. If possible, you'd better bring Headmaster Dumbledore over."

Professor Binns pointed to the book on the table and floated up.

"Professor, is this?"

"This is history, it's changing... No, I don't know what it was supposed to look like, we might call it, history that's happening."

"It's happening?"

McGonagall was a little confused by what Professor Binns said. She shook her head and looked closer to the lower right corner of the two pages.

"Yes, you are also familiar with the 'me' here." Professor Binns rubbed his eyes and looked at the page together, "Tsk, it's really amateurish, can this be a travelogue?"

On December 25, 620 BC, I attended a celebration in the city-state where the Temple of Apollo was located. In the eyes of the locals, this not-so-special day was the birthday of the sun god, and the city-state provided it for free Bread and low-quality wine, thanks for the sunshine he brought to the world, this day has also affected many empires and religions in the future, but for the current era, it is not very special, just a captive citizen chatting and masturbating Just a holiday.

This is also my third month here, the 62nd day, we have experienced a lot of unimaginable things in just two months, on this day, the priestess Pitia invited me to ride her sun In the carriage, we travel together to another city-state more than 300 miles away, looking for a powerful wizard who she thinks can help us - the invincible Andros, a wizard who is especially famous in the world of chocolate frog cartoons.

"This... Invincible Andros, uh, is Invincible Andros?"

Nelson boredly helped Pitia drive the carriage, and emphasized the word "invincible". The carriage had been in darkness for nearly half a day. The world shrouded in darkness was dead silent, and abandoned city-states and tourist attractions could be seen everywhere. The stronghold left by the herdsmen, the roads that used to be frequented in the past have become dry and hard, the fields are bare, there is no trace of green in the mountains and forests, and there are only bare clips and pestles left in a vineyard along the way. Broken when touched.

"Yes," Pitia nodded, "he was my former friend in Sicily, the sunken island of Sicily, where we studied magic together. He helped me a lot, and he was very enthusiastic. boy."

"Boy? With all due respect, Priestess—"

Nelson reined in the reins, the horse raised its front hooves, and stopped in the forest. It was said to be a forest, but in fact it was just a cemetery of dead wood. The road between the city-states has long been blocked by darkness. This invincible city-state No exception, Nelson can already see the sharp corners of the building behind the hill not far away. This seems to be a city-state built on a hill, but it seems to be much more dilapidated and depressed than the site of Pythia. The closer you get there. , there are more and more dangers hidden in the darkness around, and Nelson has even begun to wonder if the city-state has fallen.

He pulled out his wand, and the tip of the wand burst into a strong light, hitting a dead tree lying across the road. Not only was the dead tree not broken by the spell, but it bounced off the ground suddenly, with deep roots. The ground plunged into the cracked ground, followed by a sharp whimper like stepping on short dry wood, Nelson put his wand in the door of the carriage with his backhand, jumped up vigorously, and rushed into the carriage.

Pitia's eyes widened, she didn't realize what happened, Nelson had thrown her on the chair in the carriage and covered her mouth tightly.

The two of them froze in the carriage, motionless like two dead trees stacked together.

Just as Pitia wanted to ask what happened to the mystery, she saw a scene from the empty space under Nelson's ribs that made her hair stand on end—the withered tree in the middle of the road slowly "stands up", the withered knot. Scar opened like an eyelid, revealing two protruding eyeballs. This scene was too frightening to be more frightening, but what she saw next made her sweat like rain on her forehead.

The whimper of the dead wood was like a horn, awakening the dead woods on both sides of the road, opening his eyes and going out, not only the road ahead, but also the standing dead trees on the side of the road in the corner of the light. The scars exploded everywhere, revealing a pair of turbid but blood-colored eyes.

There was even a tree that was so dry that it broke itself when it "opened its eyes"! The eyeball connected by a nerve-like vine man fell off the knot and rolled to the ground. The horse pulling the cart was frightened and struggled violently, stepping on the disgusting eyeball with one hoof. This scene It made Pitia feel uncontrollable nausea brewing in her throat, but Nelson covered her mouth so hard that she didn't have a seizure.

But she soon discovered that what happened next was even more disgusting.

The dead tree twitched because of the pain. This is extremely unreasonable. Whether it can feel pain or twitch, it is a strange sight beyond people's understanding. The trees began to twist in an uncomfortable motion. The dry vines were not fragile. On the contrary, they were soft and tough. One by one vines climbed from the ground, **** the horses that pulled the cart, and pulled them to the ground. .

Pitia saw the horses being buried in the pit, the bulging earthbags struggled for a few seconds and then calmed down, and those vines or roots that had inserted into the ground began to enjoy their feast, like snakes swallowing food, vines Is there a moving bulge on the ground, sending flesh or something to the roots of the tree, the earth bulge on the ground is quickly filled up, and the forest returns to peace, but Pitia is obviously unable to look directly at this. It was a terrifying forest, and she saw Nelson facing her, pressing her index finger to her lips, motioning her to be quiet, she nodded lightly, and then Nelson let go.

He turned around without making a sound as much as possible, but met an unfinished eyeball growing on the top of the vine man, and the three eyes met, even the well-informed Nelson felt that his psychological quality was a little overwhelmed. , he grinned and asked stiffly, "Does this carriage have any special meaning to you?"

"No...no."

"That's good."

Nelson grabbed Pitia's wrist and waved his wand. She only felt a dizzy discomfort wrapping her around her. She closed her eyes tightly. The dancing Tengman drew towards the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, the two appeared at the foot of a building that Nelson had just seen on the hill not far away.

This city-state is terribly quiet, but it has light. A kind of white ore is hanging all over the streets like street lamps, lighting up the town with not bright light. Nelson looked carefully, and there was some magic on the surface of the ore. The marks left by Wen, they should be magical creations. Just as he observed these glowing ores, Pitia, who was attacked by the nausea, threw off his arms, covered his mouth and rushed into the alley beside them. Then, the sound of vomiting came from the alley.

"Alas…"

Nelson shook his head, took off an ore, and carefully placed a handkerchief on his palm. The rune carved on the surface of the ore obediently jumped out to his palm, and its light immediately dimmed.

He stuffed the dim ore back to its original place, looked around, and his heartbeat suddenly slowed a beat.

At this moment, Pitia walked back weakly, leaning against the wall.

"—With all due respect, Priestess," Nelson finally said the words he didn't have time to finish in the carriage, "I'm afraid people who call themselves 'invincible' are not so invincible."

"Ah..." Pitia blinked blankly.

"Bad news and good news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad."

"This is an empty city," Nelson waved his wand, and the gust of wind centered on him swept the entire city-state, but even with such a big commotion, there was no voice at all, "The good news is that we There is no tail in the back."

He looked at Pitia, who had fallen silent, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I... I'm fine," Pitia nodded, shook her head again, pressed her chest in fear, gestured like a tree, and said, "That was..."

"Every creature has a desire to survive, and those trees can't run, so it's not uncommon to find a way to survive," Nelson sighed. "It's strange, why did they become like that? Who is it? To make them like that? Haierbo shouldn't be idle all day long to find trees by the roadside to cast spells on them, and they are too... tsk."

"Can't you take them too?"

"Are you going to let me fight them and then break out of the siege?" Nelson asked back, and after seeing Pitia nodded, he almost laughed angrily, "Sister, they just ate yours. Ma, who knows what's in those bulging vines."

"Okay, I see," Pitia nodded, looking at the empty street and asking, "So where did the people here go? I remember there were quite a few people here."

"Why don't you do a census for your city-state? Is there a possibility that this invincible Andros has fled to you."

"Impossible." Pitia shook her head firmly.

"As you please."

Nelson opened the door next to him in disappointment, it was fairly clean inside, he took out a map drawn on cowhide, and put a cross on the mark representing the city-state under his feet, "Stay here for a night, we will tomorrow Going to the next city-state, the mayflies that I came here to prospect for have not returned, but I want to see if there is something hidden here that can turn the forest into that ghost."

Chapter end