My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 673

A dormant stream gurgling under the cobwebbed pallid snow and ice, Nelson's sampan rests in a natural haven flanked by sheer snow-covered cliffs, accompanied by a meandering creek The water ding-dong music score washed the boat's stakes.

The wood from the warm Mediterranean finally met his distant relatives covered with spikes, the tent was pitched on the small beach in the narrow mouth, the pine wood still sticking to the snow made a crackling sound like a firecracker in the bonfire, the woods in the north In the middle of the game, the birds fly around the giant dragon. They don't care that they may become the dragon's Chinese food in the next second. What they expect is only the wild fire ignited by the dragon's breath that emits vigorous heat and light.

A loud rooster croaked on the cliff above the tidal flat, the tent's curtain was pushed open from the inside by a pale and slender hand, the priestess's leather boots crunched on the snow, she lowered her head, Under the light of the bonfire, you can see that the waves on the shore have been frozen into a thin piece of ice in the cold northern night, and they still maintain the shape of the waves.

"Stop screaming, I'm getting up."

Pitia stuck her head out and shouted at the rock wall, a cry so insignificant in the murmur of the sea, but enough to shut up that ridiculous clockwork cock, the polar night made her notion of time It became chaotic and blurry, and this cry every day became the only reference for her to know the arrival of a new day. She shook the thick snow on the door curtain, jumped out with great strides, and made two deep footprints on the snow. .

"Like cotton."

She covered her mouth and smiled, brushed off the snow on the pyre after a few steps, pulled out a few pieces of dry wood at the bottom, and threw them into the fire. Lost their balance, they collapsed and scattered on the ground, revealing the stream that was blocked from view. Pitia narrowed her eyes and carved a mark on the wooden stakes that nailed the tent. Nelson had been away for three days, and she walked to the point of boredom. Beside the fire, he used magic to cut a piece of ice from the creek and threw it into the pot that was driving above the fire.

The gentle fire glowed on her cheeks, and also reflected in her mist-shrouded eyes, she tightened the fur on her body, and let out a long white breath, waiting for the ice to melt, she kept going. Repeating the action of breathing in and out, this kind of boring entertainment kept her entertained. For a priestess who grew up on the warm seaside, ice and snow were more rare to her than magic.

When the entertainment made her mouth dry, the ice cubes in the pot also melted, and she was tumbling "gurgling". She stretched out her hand and put it on the pot, even with the clothes Nelson left her to keep out the cold, from The natural cold can also sneak out the door and pick the lock to find the part where she is most afraid of freezing. The heat of the boiling water makes her feel a little warmer. She said a few words to the small silver ball left by Nelson, "Karkaroff, can you listen to me?" Are you there?" After that, she rested her chin on her warm hands in a bored way, and stared intently at the creek that penetrated deep into the cracks of the rock wall, leading to the night and the unknown.

"You won't be taken away by the dragon in the forest, will you?"

Pitia fiddled with the firewood and muttered to herself.

As if her call had been answered, a black dragon appeared in the sky, and its roar made the dragons who were raging in the forest lay on the ground to express their convincing, and the strong wind from its wings was counting. It was able to affect the coast from a kilometer away, and the tent shook violently. Fortunately, the stakes left during construction were deep enough and the ropes were strong enough. Pitia fastened the lid of the pot and stood up with the stakes. He looked nervously at the dark shadows that appeared in the cracks of the rock wall, covering everything.

The dragon's goal was directly at the coast. She looked at the dragon swooping towards her, and all the spells that she thought could compete with the dragon flashed in her mind.

Just as she was about to fight back, the strong wind mixed with icicles stabbed her so hard that she couldn't open her eyes. The priestess' dress and long hair flew backwards, and the top of her head was lit up by the breath of the dragon, like daytime. When she finally opened her eyes, the giant dragon had passed over her head and flew to the sea, and a red cat also fell from the air, rolled around deftly in the snow, and stopped beside her.

"N... Nelson?"

"It's me," Nelson's figure slowly emerged from the kitten and stood up. The surrounding snow was dyed red by the hot blood dripping from him. He patted his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood on the ground. Hot blood-colored steam rose from his body and the ground around him. He wiped his face, saw the water that Pitia was boiling, and nodded with satisfaction, "You really deserve to be a prophet, you are so caring."

There was the roar of the dragon on the sea, and Pitia watched in astonishment as Nelson rolled a towel out of the air and wiped his face with hot water. When Nelson's red hair turned golden again, he shook. On his shoulders, the blood that had condensed into blood scabs in the cold wind was shaken off like the soil when cast iron was cast. Pitia then recovered, hurriedly supported Nelson, and asked with concern, "Are you alright? I sorted out your medicine cabinet, what medicine do you need?"

The tuft of hair on Nelson's head trembled, took a step back like a ghost, dodged Pitia who was holding his hands on him, hugged his shoulders and asked, "What are you doing?"

"You...you're so badly injured," Pitia was also stunned, spread out his hands, and said, "Why don't you rest first, you've lost so much blood, you feel a little dazed."

"What did you say? These are dragon blood," Nelson couldn't help laughing. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm a wizard, and it's not a problem to pack a dragon."

"..." Pitia shrugged, the anxiety on her face collapsed, and she sat back to her previous position, "Okay then."

"Haha, thank you for your concern." Nelson hung the towel around his neck, sat across from her, picked up a thin wooden stick from the firewood as a wand, and pulled a few frozen fish out of Pitia He fished it out from the cut out ice cave, and replaced the pot with new water, saying, "I found a few relatives of the Haierbo dragon here. It took some time to communicate, and they finally understood what I said. It means, they know that their missing relatives were taken away by Haierbo, and they are going to give him a little color."

"It looks like your trip was a success," Pitiya's face also showed joy, "you have the time to do such a thing, have you found what you want?"

"Yeah," Nelson threw a lump of salt into the pot, nodded, and said seriously, "I didn't find anything."

"That's fine...wait?"

"Huh? Did you put too much salt?"

"No... I mean, you didn't find anything? We ran for nothing? You didn't find a powerful magic, and the reinforcements in the north were unwilling to help you?"

"There is no powerful magic at all, and there is no strong aid from the North," Nelson said casually, stirring the fish soup, "Why do you think there is any strong aid from the North? According to common sense, even the residents of this icy and snowy place should be stunned. Not many."

"But…"

Pitia stopped, she thought Nelson was just trying to force a smile, and she understood the loss and helplessness.

"My family has always had an ancient legend."

"What legend?"

"Follow any stream in northern Europe to its source, and the Weltenings will find their roots," Nelson looked at the pitch-black sky, and the clouds above were dispelled as the dragon crossed. Bright and dense stars appeared in his sight, "My teacher, Professor Binns suggested that I come to Northern Europe before I graduated from school. Maybe this will help me answer some questions, but obviously, I am in a The trip started at the wrong time."

"Your family...isn't it born yet?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right," Nelson said with a playful smile on his face, "if I find a local girl to marry here now, and spread my branches, maybe I will become the ancestor of the Weltning family, that will It's a huge test of ethics."

"From the moment I stepped into the forest, I understood that such a place that is shrouded in severe winters and winter nights and such long nights is not something that people of this era can survive. There are not many traces of human activities in the forest, even if Norse mythology is just a prototype passed down by word of mouth," Nelson's face turned red in the steam of the fish soup, "I have traveled all over northern Europe, except for the virgin forests, the ice deserts, and only in the borders of Europe and the continent of Europe. In this place, there are scattered settlements. Most of them are people who have migrated from the south. Besides, there are some wild people in the woods, as well as giants, werewolves and the like... The magic and strong you desire. Aid doesn't exist."

"Sorry." Pitia said sternly, "but it also shows that we have to find another way. When I was young, I heard the story of the East from travelers, maybe we-"

"no need."

Nelson interrupted her suggestion, shook his head, and said, "We don't have to bring in people who don't belong to this disaster. I thought a lot during the three days of the trip. You see, these birds and beasts are not Will avoid fire because that's the only way for resident birds to get heat in the long winter night, but you know what? In the time I live in, avoiding open fire has become an animal survival instinct, because humans are the only species that master fire, fire light Represents our coming, the hunt and the hunt."

"Are you... disheartened?"

"How can I sit still," Nelson stood up, "I've been to Northern Europe once before to watch my headmaster put on trial, and at that time I was full of thoughts about what kind of sentence he would receive, and never paid any attention to this land. "

"I discovered silver mines here, I discovered coal, and they have helped me more than you can imagine."

Nelson turned to face the steep cliff. After wiping his hands, he pulled out his wand and waved hard at the crevice flowing out of the stream. The originally narrow crevice expanded to both sides under the impetus of magic, and the snow and The ice was shaken off, and the forest close to him also crumbled. The cliff that blocked Pythia's vision was torn apart, revealing the dense forest that she had longed for for many days, and Nelson's voice echoed in her ears: "In the coming Since your time, I have been thinking about a problem. I have spent too much of my heart trying to find Haierbo's so-called weakness. What I am good at is used as a tool to achieve this purpose, but it can obviously create A greater miracle, accomplishing a more immediate purpose."

Under Pitia's gaze, on the torn and rolled permafrost, birds and beasts fled quickly, and what was exposed under the soil was a silver light that was incompatible with the natural landscape but faintly fit. She felt a chill on the back of her neck. After turning around in a hurry, she saw a sharp steel claw grabbing her collar, and a majestic silver falcon rose from the ground, bringing her to the height of the sky.

The cold wind poured in from her neckline, and the sudden drop in body temperature made her limbs stiff, but her attention was no longer on herself, but firmly locked on the silver glow extending from her feet to the north. .

She widened her eyes, trying to see what was happening under her feet. Perhaps her prayers were answered by magic, her eyes became as sharp as falcons, and the silver clumps became clearer.

Pitia could see clearly, it was a delicate float connected to each other, they propped up the frozen ground and exposed to the sky, and the ugly ore was dug out of the ground, and after the transfer of the floating one by one, it fell into the sky. In the blazing flames of the dragon's breath, which are many times hotter, pieces of standard silver ingots were cut by their one-eyed eyes to become parts with their respective missions, and then assembled with one skillful hand to become their new companions, joining the prolific in the wave.

At first, they only occupied a small strait and expanded outward with difficulty, but as more and more floaters joined their sequence, the speed of expansion began to increase exponentially. Mang quickly grew from a small piece in the corner to a huge one, and quickly outlined the coast of the Nordic land in the dark and hazy night. Gradually, the land within sight has become a silver country of steel!

She was suddenly reminded of Nelson's family legends, weren't they like that? Starting from a source, it flows like a stream to all parts of the earth, and their source is Nelson himself who came after the legend!

"Thanks to your help, Pitia," Nelson said softly, looking at the shore. "It's time for them to come, too."

As soon as his voice fell, in another wave of the Baltic Sea, a strange city-state that was once buried deep in the ground and wrapped in rocks broke the water and stranded on the shore. Pitia recognized the city-state, which was much larger than before. The dirt shell is also covered with steel.

Nelson stood quietly in front of it. With a roar, a straight crack appeared on the huge iron block. It slowly opened like a book page, revealing the huge factory built on the basis of the original city-state.

The giant's body was disassembled into huge pieces, covered by scorching steam and fixed on the scaffolding. Countless wizards and Muggles mixed together. Strength, literate Greeks directing the young and middle-aged to splicing parts, wizards engrave the rune they have learned throughout their lives, and even poets and sculptors carve their blessings on the bones of giants, and the music of musicians reverberates. Between the scaffolding, a symphony was played with the roaring pistons.

Pitia stared blankly at this scene. She had no doubt that Nelson had brought all the able-bodied people here, and their faces did not show signs of enslavement or coercion. The great hopes of the imagination are linked together. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Her vision became blurred, and she watched this scene with tears in her eyes. The cold in the heights could not freeze her pounding heart. She saw the residents of the city-states that once fought with each other handing tools to each other, watching each other once The hated enemies drew the same series of inscriptions together. What she saw was not the steel gods made by Nelson, but the determination of these displaced people to take back their homeland. Their emotions emerged with great magic power, and they connected with Pitia together.

She felt that something shattered, and the warm silver current poured out of her soul. Under the shape of the rune left by Haierbo, she achieved a completely different greatness.

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