My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 675

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"Hey, Nelson!"

Andros didn't understand that Nelson didn't continue to watch, he called out, and seeing that Nelson didn't respond, he couldn't miss such a spectacular magic, so he turned his head and continued to watch the miracle brought by Pitia.

The white snake swam slowly along Pythia's body, like a delicate armor, resisting the harsh winter and the cold brought by the heights. Thirteen years of being lost at the border of death undisguisedly appeared in its eyes, forming its most important pupil, and warm light particles sprinkled from between the scales, driving away the years of exhaustion of every onlooker. with distress.

Beautiful memories flicker in everyone's hearts and eyes. Some of them may not be happy enough, or even full of the pungency of life, but compared to the years of darkness, every piece of memory before the appearance of Haierbo is enough to comfort their hearts. The once beautiful and peaceful home, the deceased relatives, even the battles and quarrels with others... At least they all happened in the sun and are already precious.

Pitia witnessed everything she brought, with a satisfied smile on her face, she stroked the cold scales of the Patronus, and every inch of the skin that it slid across faded the coldness of death and became alive, In her previous life, she had never felt the activation of her own magic like today. Destiny rewards all those who are worthy of admiration, and as the voice of destiny, the prophet who seeks destiny for a lifetime knows better what the power under the shackles can bring.

Nelson chooses to use the magic of the prophet to reverse the story of the past and become the anchor of his journey upstream, while Pitia chooses to write his own expectations into the gap between the lines of fate and make it a reality.

"I hope you win, and I hope you live..."

Light rain no longer slips from Andros's hands, they fall into the hearts of every warrior who fights for their homeland, whether they are wizards or not, regardless of their city-state and status, it nourishes the wounds in battle and heals them. The scars left by the dementors, the scales of the white snake, the sharp silver light she had seen in the eyes of the silver falcon summoned by Nelson - she hoped to defeat Haierbo, to defeat the army he made of death, she hoped that people's There is more joy in the eyes than fear.

So this magic, which she created completely by herself, was given the power to fight against fear.

"Call God Guard!"

She raised her right hand holding the Resurrection Stone high, and waved her fist to the sky. Nelson's magic followed the frame constructed by Haierbo, shaping every inch of her skin, every vein, two thousand years apart, two different positions, magic Different wizards with opposite goals have finally completed this unprecedented creation in the history of magic, and no one has come since - to truly bring a dead soul back to life!

The slaughter that Haierbo had created to reshape her soul reappeared like a flashback spell. Faces of mourning and panic appeared around her, adding a terrifying tone to the sacred scene, bathed in the patron saint. In the light, they were bound by chains, wandering ghosts washed away the background of sin, and gradually turned into a translucent milky white appearance, they bid farewell to the priestess who objectively caused their tragedy. , submerged in the sun behind her.

The portal of the blurred illusion was opened, and countless screaming souls poured out from Pitia's body, and the washed away sins sprinkled countless pale ashes. Putting the color upside down, if the survivors of the tragedy in the canyon witnessed this scene, they would definitely have mixed feelings in their hearts.

They were lined up, not crowded, and could finally set foot on the next leg of death.

The people and animals on the beach watched as they walked into the portal of the sun and plunged into an ethereal black gate. When the last soul left Pitia's body, her soul finally became as whole and alive as ordinary people. She did not continue to ask "is the soul shaped by Nelson real" because she knew that she was indeed real.

"Call God Guard!"

Her voice resounded in everyone's ears again, the wizards raised their hands, and happy memories flashed in their hearts. In this era when black magic was just created, everyone except Haierbo has the ability to see The power of their own patron saint, the warm particles of light rose from their palms, they heard and felt, the power in their souls that yearned for light has endured hardship and oppression, but they are still waiting for their call.

The whole Nordic continent lit up, and the mayflies and the patron saints radiated radiance, and no one would doubt their ability and determination to take back their homeland.

Such complex magic as the Patronus Spell is one of the most difficult spells to master even after two thousand years of magical education. They just released the silver light of hope from their hearts just like Pythia not long ago, but further. The growth still needs practice and hard work, but the reborn Pythia can't continue to persevere. She has healed the wounds of the crowd, but their strength still depends on herself, and the surrounding magic can't continue to maintain, she lost her support, Suddenly fell to the ground.

There was an exclamation from the crowd. Fortunately, a silver shadow flashed by. The steel silver falcon left by Nelson caught her falling, and the white snake turned into silver mist and returned to her soul from her heart. The sun gradually fades away.

People were amazed at the shortness of this miracle. Before they could experience the power of the Patronus, everything around them slid into the night again. Without Nelson's order, the Mayfly's project on the continent went underground again, and the surrounding light was visible to the naked eye. The speed dimmed, and as the last soul entered the door, the sun went out completely.

As the sun behind them dimmed, the disturbed animals also fled back into the forest with the last bit of light. At this moment, only the shaky light in the hands of the Greek wizards illuminated them. Watching the silver falcon landed with Pythia, who had fallen asleep, and exchanged glances with each other. Although this miracle was shocking, it was too short.

The snow water that began to melt quickly expelled the heat that followed the weak, and people could even hear the sound of the water becoming weak, and the sound of the stream around them freezing again. No matter how shocking the sun was, it was too fleeting. .

In the face of Haierbo's power to crush everything, in the face of the dark cloud that he has kept the peninsula in darkness for several years, and in the face of his decree-like authority to control life at will, this is not enough.

Andros didn't understand what was going on. His brain was running fast, trying his best to think about ways to calm people's hearts, but just when he was also depressed and the light in his hands began to fade, the world told him the answer.

The extinguished sun came back, but this time it was no longer behind Pitia, but in the distant horizon, like the shadow of the sun not long ago, covering the vast waves with a layer of golden scales.

A small sun rose from the sea level in the south, and the slanting sunlight drew a long shadow for everyone, but they didn't even have time to look at their own shadow, the far and small sun. She had already sunk under the sea like a shy girl. In the rapidly darkening sky, the unknown Greeks looked at each other. Only a few travelers who had been to the Snow Country in the North or had come from here knew what had happened. what-

People who have been tormented for too long under the dark clouds have long since known spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the voyage under the sea has not told them the alternation of cold and heat. The animals who gathered silently around made their own voices in the darkness, and they were ignorant to this piece of land. As far as the savage land is concerned, the polar night brought by the cold winter has passed, and although the sun's outcrop is short, spring has come.

The awakening of the animals was not because of Pitia's disturbance, but because spring really came, and it really came to the moment when everything was flourishing, and they really waited until the moment when winter passed.

"If it was in Greece, the trees by the city-state road could already start to sprout."

Andros' voice rang faintly in everyone's ears, strong, low, and trustworthy. His strong arms were raised high, raising his own spot of light where everyone could see it. .

"Shut up..."

He took a deep breath and shouted, "...Guard!"

His roar completely collapsed the pile of firewood that had been dismantled by Pitia, and the dry firewood at the top fell into the fire that was soaked in melting snow and almost extinguished. , shattered at the moment of being almost reignited, leaving only a little spark.

His incantation was also like this fire, the silver light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, but the patron saint that people expected did not appear, and it dissipated with a "poof".

He remembered what Nelson had said when he left, there are no patron saints, they are his own patron saints, and looking at the fading light spots in the hands of the frustrated wizards around him, he continued to shout angrily: "The Priestess of the Sun God The magic that brings the light has been handed over to us, are we going to watch her fight for us? Huddle behind and stop? Huh?!"

The prestige accumulated during the long escape made the wizards who heard the voice shrink their necks. The light of the patron saint in their hands was almost extinguished by Andros's scolding, but he raised his arms and shouted again: "In the darkest hour , isn't it a wizard like us who steals the fire from the gods for us?! We want to be our own Prometheus, we want to drive the evil out of our homeland, we-"

His language organization ability has been exerted to the extreme, and he was awkwardly short of words for a while, unable to speak, but he no longer needed it.

His encouragement reached everyone's heart, and in the silence, a timid call sounded.

"Shut up... Guard."

"boom!"

The silver fire lit up on the scaffolding next to the giant's spine. This was a somewhat introverted witch, as if in response to her call, the furnace in front of the giant's chest burst out with selike steam, and the flames in his chest were burning fiercely. The turbos revved up, bursting out with an inspiring thumping drumbeat.

"God Guard..."

"God Guard."

"Call God Guard!"

A spell of different voices and accents rang out in the crowd one after another, and even Muggles without magic followed their voices.

"God Guard."

The shouting was overwhelming, but it was messy, and sporadic fireworks were pouring out.

"God Guard—"

The shouts became tidy, but still not firm enough, and the silver glow of Pythia, which brought them warmth and light, flickered in the crowd, inspired by the drums of the giant's furnace.

"Shut up—"

Andros rushed to the center of the crowd, like the conductor of the band, raised his arms to start the crowd. The complex spells became proficient in practice over and over again. Although it was still difficult, they had passed the first step of learning spells. At this hurdle, he slammed his chest with passion and force, like a courting orangutan, but no one would laugh at him for this, and he remembered Nelson's last word of advice, which he repeated aloud: "Think about the most difficult time in your life. Happy time!"

"Shut up—"

Under his guidance, the crowd shouted out the spell in unison. Whether it was a wizard or a Muggle, they were all bathed in a continuous silver mist, and their heart beats were even synchronized. Condensed fragile ice.

Everyone smiled in their memories, and their emotions infected those around them, mobilizing different magics to the same cause.

"...Guard!"

The neat chorus slammed towards the chest of the frozen giant in northern Europe, and the ice shattered.

In the pervading, eye-opening silver mist, several agile silver animals jumped into the air, excitedly expressing the joy of meeting their creators, although most people failed to complete this complex Tough magic, but the Forerunner demonstration is exhilarating enough.

Andros stood helplessly, he felt the magic power rushing in his heart, and recalled the experience of leading the city-state to escape from birth. He felt that he was happy enough, but the silver light flashed and then returned to silence.

"Pfft," Nelson, who didn't know when to come back, patted him on the shoulder, and a teasing voice sounded in Andros's ear, "Like a fart, isn't it?"

Andros was embarrassed and looked annoyed in Nelson's direction. Nelson's face was full of teasing, standing on a transformed stone mound and clapping his hands in his ear.

"Shouldn't you encourage me at a time like this?"

Andros looked at Nelson up and down, and always felt that he was a little more frivolous and perverse.

"It's fine if I don't scold you, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Nelson shrugged, "Why, do you want to hear it?"

"It's still free." Andros declined Nelson's proposal, "Why can't I use this magic?"

"Magic isn't something you want to use," Nelson said, curling his lips, "either your pronunciation is not standard, or your magic power is too weak, or you have no happy memories... tsk, then you are so pitiful , it seems that I will accompany you more in the future, and leave some happy memories for our poor little An."

With a ghostly expression on his face, Andros looked at the jubilant crowd and sighed, "Actually, this is enough to make me happy."

Nelson gave him a deep look, swallowed the mocking words that were about to be blurted out, and said sternly, "The sun won't go down again."

He turned behind him, waved his hand vigorously, the firm steel broke the ice, and walked out of the forest with neat steps.

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