My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 661

The long canyon was terribly quiet, and the majestic sound of rain seemed to be non-existent.

Under the saturated attack of the dark wizards controlled by Haierbo, no corner was spared the fate of being washed away by the life-threatening curse, and those who survived under the life-threatening curse issued by the first Haierbo himself were also lost. No matter how small it is, even if it is the moss in the rock peak, the ants and insects under the soil, and even the magic spell that has been missed, it has taken the lives of many "own people", and death makes the ghosts in the clouds feel Excited, but no individual dared to act before Haierbo's order was delivered.

This terrifying attack only happened for a moment. After the light of the spell was extinguished, Haierbo still did not move in the thunderstorm. He looked coldly at the motionless figure at the focus of the spell, and watched Nelson's chest gradually dim. Going down the tower-shaped rune, the blood vessels in the forehead swelled up.

"It seems that the Avada Suomin you are proud of is just an ordinary spell," Nelson, who had been hit by countless Dou Suofu spells, moved, his body swayed, his arms drooped weakly on both sides, right What he caused the most damage turned out to be the impact of the curse. Nelson raised his head and met Haierbo's eyes full of sarcasm. He twisted his neck and made a loud "click" sound at his joints, accompanied by thunder and wind whistling. , even more mocking, "Fate is on your side?"

Haierbo clenched his posterior molars, his jaw bulging constantly.

"The situation has reversed, Haierbo."

Nelson snapped his fingers, and with the sound of gears rubbing, the tightly stitched wooden box slowly opened in all directions along the lines of the patterns, and a white, thin bare foot stretched out from the box, stepping on the torrential rain. On the muddy ground, dirty mud spots stuck on the white to transparent calf, the skirt swayed slightly in the wind, Nelson shook his wand, and a long-handled flower umbrella opened in his hand, for the somber tone. The sky and the earth added a touch of color, and the scenery of Shanghai Island on the umbrella surface was extremely dazzling. An equally thin and transparent hand came out of the box. With Nelson's help, a breathtakingly beautiful woman walked out slowly, with her bare feet on it. On the filthy ground, the white skirt was stained with mud, like a white lotus growing from the depths of a mud pond.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were witnessing all this, looked at Nelson from both directions, but were stunned for a moment at almost the same time. This woman exuded a breathtaking attraction, and they didn't even have her face. When I saw it clearly, I suddenly had a conflicting feeling of wanting to get close to her, understand her, but instinctively want to stay away from her.

Nelson stepped back half a step, like a housekeeper holding an umbrella for the young lady. The half of his face exposed under the umbrella showed a playful smile. He slightly raised the edge of the umbrella, so that the eyes of Haierbo and the priestess were no longer blocked.

"Do you know her?" Nelson raised the corner of his mouth and asked softly, "Fate is standing beside me now."

"little tricks."

Haierbo's tone was terrifyingly calm, and everyone could see the burning, unquenchable anger in his eyes. The moment he saw the green magic light sinking into Nelson's chest, he already understood what happened, this hijacking The despicable villain who became a priestess actually used a vicious curse to transfer the damage to Pythia!

When he saw Pythia walking out of the box, monstrous anger ignited from his chest, scorching his internal organs and every inch of his skin. Pythia, who had long been regarded as forbidden by him, was swept away by this disgusting face. The guy got his hands on it, jealousy mixed with anger, almost dispelling his sanity.

"There is such a solution," Grindelwald was no more surprised than Dumbledore. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "We can't reproduce it, Albus, we can't dig one from anywhere. Pitia came out, this is not the era we need to explore, we need to dig out more general countermeasures.”

"What's so special about her? Why can she survive the life-threatening curse?"

"Life or death?" Grindelwald's tone was somewhat uncertain. "She doesn't look like a living person, but she's definitely not a dead person."

"That Ivy Darwin..."

"I should know who he is, Albus, and you should know that Dr. Sykes and I had an old acquaintance," Grindelwald said. His younger brother, he is indeed somewhat similar to Mrs. Sykes, but the reason why Nelson was able to dispel the life-threatening curse was not entirely because the object he chose to bear the harm was a living dead mixed between life and death. Mostly because of the connection between the person in the box and Haierbo, I think you should have seen it."

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "The people in the box depend on the magic power shot at Nelson to survive. This reminds me of a legend, the legend about magic wands."

"Yes, wands whose cores are drawn from the same magical beast are called brother wands," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, trying to imprint in his mind the flow and confluence of magic at this moment, "they can't attack each other, like Our blood curse is the same, obviously, the person in the box... is Pythia himself? It seems to survive under the nourishment of a purer but homologous magic than the life curse, I can't see the reason, I can only wait for the person concerned to decipher it. In contrast, I am more concerned about another matter."

"what?"

"Why is he there?" Grindelwald raised his chin and pointed at the man standing diagonally behind Haierbo at the top of the city, with a strange suspicion on his face, "Is that Tom Riddle?"

"It's him."

"No wonder I can't see him anymore. It seems that Nelson really has the power to take people back in time." Grindelwald's eyes narrowed even tighter, and a sly arc was drawn from the corners of his eyes, "What kind of drama is this playing?"

"Tom is standing there for a reason."

"Well then," Grindelwald shrugged, "this is the first piece of history, I think we should split up, you go back, I go forward, this will be more efficient, I'm worried about Nagini The mental state is not enough to support our long-term exploration."

"Good idea," Dumbledore handed a wet feather to Grindelwald, "when the time comes, it will take you away."

The two had their own ideas, but neither chose to tell each other here.

"Boom!"

Dark green lightning fell from the sky and slammed into the flower umbrella that Nelson was holding. Whether it was the person holding the umbrella or the old scenery of Sicily on the umbrella, Haierbo felt extremely disgusted, and he didn't want to see it again. Nelson gave Nelson a look, but Nelson, whose purpose was to provoke, was like a sticky dog ​​skin plaster, sticking to the back that he couldn't grasp.

The thunder that carried death instantly pierced the metal rib, and the electric light was guided to all directions along the rib, jumping and dissipating on the ground.

"Hierbo," Nelson's voice came from under the umbrella, "don't you say hello first?"

"you--"

"Okay, don't say it anymore, don't provoke him any more."

Pitia raised her hand, stopped Nelson's provocation, and stepped forward, leaving the shade of the flower umbrella, the filthy rain sprinkled on him, and she was completely wet in an instant. The long hair and the white dress were tightly attached to her body. Seeing Pitia's sudden movement, Haierbo raised his wand subconsciously to stop the pouring rain above his head.

She put the wet strands of hair that were close to her forehead behind her ear, looked at Haierbo with sad eyes, looked away from Haierbo, passed the broken city and the dead land under his feet, and said softly: " Is this what you want to see? Haierbo."

The voice was soft, but loud.

Haierbo's eyes dodged a little, now he is not that hard-hearted dark wizard who fell into the abyss, even if his strength is enough to crush everything in the world, but he has not completely embraced the power that even the creator can't control the power of.

But there was only a narrow line of connection between him and himself, and it was the woman standing at his feet.

"You said you like sunshine the most. When did you become like this? Do you really like the weather like that tsunami so much?"

Pitia's eyes avoided and did not dare to look at Haierbo. This was a sign of weakness, but Haierbo had a hard time accepting the fact that Pitia didn't want to look at him. The spikes poured out, crushing the loyal servants in the clouds, and shattering the dark clouds that had hung over Tekmon for three years.

"It's the same here as before, Pitia," Haierbo had never shown such a patient side in front of his followers. Those dark wizards who were not accidentally injured by the Death-Catching Curse stood with their heads lowered like sculptures, wishing they didn't. Long ears, can't hear anything, "Look, it's even more beautiful after driving away the ignorant and useless people."

Pitia looked at the corner of the city tower. The battlements built for the war still retained their original shape. As Haierbo said, the metal around the sides was still solid, and the murals that could be painted on the city walls, those praising gods and praying The vision of a better life, the breath of life left by those who may not live and work in peace and contentment is rapidly weathered and stripped under the pale sunlight.

Dark clouds buried the city, and every ancient tomb that has seen the light of day cannot resist the sunlight of the world. And there are not many such city-states on the land of the peninsula.

Haierbo's wand trembled slightly, and in just the blink of an eye, the frescoes that had been stripped of their splendor were restored to their original colors, and even the colors were as gorgeous as the ones they had just painted. ? Pitia summoned her courage and looked at Haierbo again.

On the day Nelson said goodbye to Andros, she had already woken up, and what she was reborn from death was no longer Haierbo's stage and lies to whitewash peace, but the cold truth in Nelson's mouth.

"You are a dead man."

"Your soul is a water sac fashioned by Haierbo with black magic, and it is filled with your modified memories, so you feel like you have been living in Delphi, but in fact you have just woken up not long ago. ."

"This is also the reason why I can't go to a farther past. We are both prophets and are linked by the same prophecy in different times. This is also the oldest starting point that I can reach, and it is also the moment when your story begins."

"In our history, you led the Greek rebels to defeat Hyerbo, you invented magic against him, there were three wizards that appeared on the temple hillside that day, Tom and I were just an intrusion out of time However, our purpose is just to collect Haierbo's weaknesses and mislead him to the direction we are good at solving, for this era, you are the one who saves the world in your prophecy.”

"Hierbo spent thirteen years to take you back from death, and used the most evil magic to keep you by his side, you are not a toy, nor anyone's vassal, you are not a microphone of fate, you are a creation people of history."

Nelson didn't have any idea of ​​pity on Xiangxiyu. He didn't consider whether Pitia could bear these cruel truths, because history has already given the answer - she must and is doomed.

"what can I do for you?"

This is the first sentence that Pitia asked Nelson before arriving at Tekmon. After finally recovering, he asked Nelson~www.mtlnovel.com~ Do you think you can bear the pain of death? "Nelson said immediately, "I hope you can help me bear the death that Haierbo is about to give me, of course, you can refuse, our route will only be a little more troublesome. "

"Do you want this? I don't know if I can do it."

"I hope," Nelson replied as he ran, "you can see what power you have, and I look forward to seeing how powerful and beautiful a flower that grows out of the cruel death mire will be. "

Nelson's cramming instilled in Pitia's ears, and these words were like a sharp knife, cutting her piece by piece from the "facts" that Helbo laid out for her, and her headache almost split. Kai, as if tens of thousands of poisonous snakes were rolling in his mind, seeing her painful expression, Haierbo was a little flustered. He glanced at Nelson with the most hatred and disgust, and waved his wand, wanting to remove Pitia from Nelson's. Take it back.

"Snapped!"

A crisp crash sounded in the air, and the snake whip shot from the tip of Haierbo's staff was pulled back. He looked at Nelson, and a long-dead root collapsed in the air, and the dry fibers flew. At that moment, Nelson put It became a piece of tough steel, and the life-threatening creatures that had been killed by the Death Curse responded to Nelson's magic, successfully fending off the swift attack.

Nelson held his wand in front of him and pressed his lips, as if to shut up Haierbo. The eyes of the two met in the air. Haierbo wanted to smash him into pieces, and Nelson's eyes seemed to say: "Fate? You, this is fate."

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