My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 664

"Huh...Am I dead?"

Haierbo opened his eyes, and his turbid vision could only see a blur of earthy color. He struggled to get up, but his body was out of strength. He pressed one hand on his chest and pushed him back to the bed.

"You are seriously injured, Lord Haierbo, you need rest and recuperation."

Tom's voice entered his ears, and as the voice was transformed into words in his mind, and the meaning of the sentence was understood, Haierbo's chaotic consciousness gradually returned to clarity, and the details of the surrounding environment gradually became enriched and scattered. His pupils condensed with difficulty, the earthy color in his eyes was the roof of the mud embryo, and the pungent herbal smell permeated the surrounding air, he turned his head slowly, and felt that his body was tightly wrapped by the bandages, in the sight of him. In the corner, I saw Tom setting up the fire to boil the medicine.

The Prophet, who had been under his command not long ago, looked very embarrassed. He sat on a stool made of two bricks. His precious crystal ball was broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. Traces, only the willow branch used to stir the cauldron was the only thing that wasn't burnt.

Tom skillfully threw a golden beetle into the pot, and after a while, a sour smell of a century-old mat began to fill the room. Even Haierbo, whose senses were dull, found the smell disgusting, but Tom seemed to Not affected by the smell, after adding a few seasonings one after another, he took out a dirty wooden spoon, scooped out a thick green potion, and brought it to Haierbo's mouth.

Haierbo didn't resist, and he didn't have the strength to resist, what's more, what could he lose?

The potion that just came out of the pot was still bubbling hot. He swallowed it in one gulp. The burning pain spread all over his body along his esophagus. He could finally feel his numb limbs, but he still couldn't control them.

"Why are you here?" Haierbo stared blankly at the ceiling, opened his mouth, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said weakly, "You should have died when I split my soul."

"Those powerful lightnings didn't hurt me, Lord Haierbo," Tom replied flatly. "Although they were dense, they still left a trace of life for the faithful servants."

"Then you shouldn't be here either," Haierbo smiled sternly, the terrifying laughter that should have been full of oppression squeezed out of his weak body, revealing a trace of desolation, "I want your life, You should leave me."

"Since fate didn't let my life stop at that moment, it shows that it has other plans for me," Tom smiled, "perhaps my mission is to help you get out of this temporary danger, and I'm loyal to your future. The great cause that will be built is not something that can be shaken by small setbacks.”

"A tiny setback...?" Haierbo was silent for a moment, then said, "You actually still boil potions."

"This is a skill that a mediocre wizard like me can learn," Tom gave Haierbo another spoonful of medicine. "It just takes perseverance and repeated attempts and practice."

"Really?" Haierbo felt that his taste buds had returned, and couldn't help but say, "It tastes like the vomit of a toad."

"Do you still know the smell of that thing?" Tom smiled. Obviously, Haierbo, who had exposed his weak side, was no longer so mad and so high. He was still reluctant to ask for help, but he would not push the helping hand away. " Loyal words are hard to hear, good medicine is bitter, Lord Haierbo, in order to restore your health, you still need to endure."

"Really?" Haierbo showed a bitter smile, and the corners of his raised mouth touched the burns on his face, but he was even more joyful. The pain meant that his skin was at least alive. The pain made him tremble for a moment, and he suddenly He widened his eyes and asked in a hurried tone, "Where is that person...where?"

Haierbo's body couldn't help shuddering. His memory was brought back to the moment before he fell into a coma. The flames that burned everything surrounded a cage like a colosseum, and he was a beast surrounded by audiences for fun, a The bereaved dog who has lost everything, he can't even get up. Haierbo seems to have returned to the days when he was a slave and was kept in a box full of poisonous snakes for people to watch.

He clearly remembered the first time he heard the words of a snake when he was on the verge of collapse due to fear in the wriggling snakes.

Haierbo was so thin when he was a child that when the slave trader opened his wooden barrel to check, he did not see the young child sleeping at the bottom for the first time, and hurriedly let the snake catcher who brought the prey to Those terrifying snakes were poured into buckets and sealed, and Haierbo, a malnourished and dying teenager, was awakened by the whispers of the snakes.

"You are pitiful…"

"This poor **** can't even slip through the gap."

"Look at his teeth, I'm afraid he can only chew on those soft gluten."

"Let's eat him, this fragile thing is only worthy of food..."

Unlike most Parseltongues in history, Haierbo's first communication with the snake was not pleasant enough that when his master finally remembered the slave he had just bought after a drunken hangover, he opened the box and looked at it. What arrived was a horrifying scene - Haierbo's mouth and chest were covered with the cold blood of a snake. He was holding a snake that had its head bitten off and was still wriggling and struggling in his hands, sucking its flesh and blood. The fragile teeth of the moving gluten gnawed at its hard scales, and the snakes that were mistakenly put in the barrels by the slave traders fled, and they did not even care about the instinctive drive to attack the person who opened the barrel, because there was a need behind them. Scary things to escape.

His master finally realized that he had found a treasure, and Haierbo also began his days of cave performances. He was proud of his Parseltongue and hated the ability of this monster, so he created the A creature that resembles a snake, but is stronger and more terrifying than a snake, and a creature completely different from the snake serves as the spokesman for its own dominance - the top poison that the toad hatches from the male egg, the basilisk.

The moment he ordered the serpent to bite his master's throat and hid in Pythia's father's fishing boat and set out to sea, he felt that he would represent an indomitable and defiant power that would give him everything he wanted, And the years of painstaking research on magic in the following years also gave him the gift he deserved from fate.

But at this moment, everything about him no longer exists. Haierbo's power, wealth, loyalty to harvest, etc., all rely on his sweeping power, and all the people who were tortured and killed along the way tried to challenge him. They have also become the stepping stones of his power, kneeling at his feet as the stairs leading to the temple at the top of Sicily, so he is afraid of everyone who may threaten him, and is keen to destroy them, but when someone can defeat them When he was there, the very foundation of loyalty disappeared without a trace.

"That guy...that guy..."

Haierbo couldn't think of any words to describe the man who defeated him at the moment of meeting. He could feel that the man's power was similar to his own, but it was much stronger than himself. The broken pieces of the dream fell on his body. In my heart, I took a closer look, where is the dream of power and hegemony, but the delusion of a despicable slave.

"He left the fire there and left, and it doesn't seem like he can stay there too long," Tom said, looking at the broken crystal ball on the ground, "I tried to divine his origin, but fate did not I was not allowed to spy on him, and after paying a certain price, I realized that he cannot exist in reality for too long, maybe he is really the legendary Hermes."

"Is it really Hermes?" Haierbo closed his eyes and pondered, "Is this the real god?"

"There are no gods in the world, my lord, you know, they are just sculptures made by ignorant people, and you are the first person who can touch the throne of God," Tom has changed a new pot of soup, the pot of medicine The smell was even worse than the previous pot. "That should be a magic with a huge price but a powerful effect. This is also the basis for the person who calls himself Hermes to dare to challenge you."

"That's really strong."

"But you didn't fail under this magic, my lord, his price is equally tragic," Hearbo remembered the equally tragic price of Nelson who fought against him, and nodded slightly, seeing Haierbo's consolation. Expressing the recognition, Tom continued, "The same magic won't work a second time, I believe that the next time you meet him, he will be defeated at your hands, this is what I see in my destiny. As a result, the process is tortuous, but the fruit of victory is so luscious."

"You can really see fate... Igor Karkaroff."

Haierbo snorted coldly. He doubted Tom's true purpose. After all, if he was really a prophet, why didn't he foresee his tragic defeat? On the other hand, all the information Tom provided was true. He successfully created a split in the escape team, successfully predicted Nelson's route, and successfully made Haierbo complete the interception at the right time and place. Also successfully anticipated the price paid by the "Triple Great Hermes", he did not say what would happen to him.

"Why don't you give up the darkness and cast the light?"

"Fate told me that Igor Karkaroff should help you."

Haierbo didn't ask, he knew that the first prophet who actively followed him in more than ten years had no less secrets than him, but as Tom said, Igor Karkaroff was the only one who could tell him at this moment. The person who reached out to help, he sighed, closed his eyes, rested on the musty pillow, reminisced about the confrontation of the previous second, felt the residual power of the magic spell in his chest, and tasted the despair. The pain of tearing, sighed: "It's really powerful... God's power, it's just like that."

His heart was empty, Haierbo's ears were surprisingly quiet, Tom was conscientiously controlling the heat, holding his breath and not answering his words, Haierbo could only hear his own breathing and the "crackling" sound of firewood, even his own. The heartbeat can't be heard.

heartbeat?

His attention was focused on his chest, under the thick bandages, the feedback was a void of nothingness, his heart shattered by the spell did not respond to his perception, it seemed...not to exist anymore .

Haierbo swallowed and asked softly, "Where are we... where are we?"

Tom didn't answer him. He threw a few herbs into the pot in a way that dazzled Haierbo, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and then replied, "We are in Alexandria, my lord."

"Where is this?" Haierbo sniffed the dry air around him and asked irritably, "I don't seem to have heard of this place."

"Egypt, my lord," Tom said while stirring the medicinal soup, "I have always felt the warning of fate in the land of Greece, and I simply crossed the Mediterranean to Egypt, where there is sunshine and there are living people who can trade. No one knows you, and you won't be hunted down by your opponents. The bandages around you are the shroud of the pharaohs I brought from a pyramid. The Egyptians are very knowledgeable about the magic of life and healing. , it will help you recover from burns, that kind of fire is very special, my magic power is low, and there is no way for your wounds to heal."

"How long have I been hurt?"

"You've been in a coma for two months," Tom looked out the window and said that it was just a hole in the wall. It was a small mud house facing the sea. There was an endless dark cloud, and green thunderstorms were washing the ground beneath the dark cloud. Tom took a deep breath and said, "The majestic cloud is still there, and your loyal servant is also waiting in Sicily, tens of thousands of people. The newly born souls of Ji are waiting for your call, as long as you remove your scars and give your order, they will fulfill your wrath!"

"Cough cough!"

Haierbo coughed violently, as if he didn't believe Tom's arrogance.

Tom turned his back to him and looked at the calm coast outside the window. His smile was fleeting. He quickly turned around and poured the potion for Haierbo.

"What's wrong with my heart?" The inaudible heartbeat made Haierbo extremely irritable. He stared straight at Tom and raised his tightly bandaged hand with difficulty. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com pointed Pointing to his chest.

"Lord Haierbo, you have a heart that everyone can envy."

Tom held up a beating heart full of black hair from behind. The moment he took out the heart, the room was instantly filled with the wailing of the souls of the dead.

The terrifyingly twisted ghosts poured out from the continuously expanding and contracting sections of the arteries. They poured out from the gaps in the arteries, biting each other constantly, becoming stronger and stronger, and the fragments scattered by the swallowed souls quickly solidified. Become a new ghost, rush to the food ahead, the torrent of the soul flows in a circle outside the heart, and then drills back into the atrium from the calm vein gap, like a planet's star ring surrounding this strong organ that does not resemble the human heart, Haier Bo's vision was a little blurry. In a trance, he saw these reincarnated undead gathered together, like a snake swallowing its tail.

"What a perfect structure, what an ingenious magic... Lord Haierbo, your heart was swallowed by those souls who dared to betray, but they became a part of you, it is an eternal existence, an impeccable closed loop," Tom's expression He was even more excited than Haierbo, and his tone was unbelievably sharp. Looking at Haierbo, his eyes were full of longing, "The dark clouds you created captured these ghosts and condensed them into new hearts. Fortunately, you woke up early. , otherwise I will miss the moment when I send it back to my chest, this moment will be remembered by history, it is the first step to ascend the long steps of God, and it is the gate of human short life to eternity!"

Haierbo struggled to turn to Tom, staring at the hairy heart in Tom's hand, filled with emotion, and finally spit out "thank you".

This may be the first time he has said this word in more than ten years.

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