My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 676

"The environment here is really getting better and better."

Haierbo walked around the city with his hands behind his back. Even though Alexandria's shipping has declined, it is not so difficult to see pedestrians on this street. The once bustling streets are empty, and the garbage everywhere in the commercial area has disappeared. There are only the imprints left by the carpets laid on the ground all the year round. As long as there are no people, the originally narrow and impassable streets are so wide and bright.

Contact with Nelson had been interrupted for three days, and today was the day he had told him to arrive in northern Europe.

"Without those stinky mud legs, look at how beautiful this place is, with bright streets and clean houses. Even when their pharaohs are on tour, the city they greet cannot be so clean!"

Haierbo's face was full of satisfaction and pride, as if he was actually a cleaning volunteer, but this kind of "cleaning" was too cruel.

Tom followed silently behind him, he didn't even have time to do anything, because it all happened so fast, and by the time he said goodbye to Kent Tanka in the cave by the sea, Haier Po had completely changed the city of Alexandria. .

They turned the corner ahead and entered a street parallel to the river that ran through the city, and the moment they turned, everything was different in their eyes.

As a water-deficient city, this street was originally the favorite leisure place of Alexandria residents on weekdays. Merchants greeted the passing boats here, women starched their family's clothes here, and young children also liked a fierce man diving into the water. In the middle of the floating water, before the arrival of Haierbo, there were hilarious sounds that echoed here all the year round, but now these hilarious sounds are gone. When Tom approached the street corner, what passed into his ears was the rubbing of hard objects and the sour "crunching". "Voice.

Tom also quickly understood the source of the sound. On the bank closest to the street corner, he saw a figure squatting by the water with his back to him. When the footsteps of the two came to his ears, the squat The man by the water slowly turned his head, and at the moment when the eyes of the two met, Tom only felt his hair stand on end and his scalp tingled—

What kind of face is that? Beneath his twisted facial features and festering skin, he could still vaguely see his simple and honest outline, his mane-like black hair grew wildly like thorns, twisting like a groundless, poisonous snake. His cheeks were broken, flies lay eggs on wounds, maggots made their homes on rotting eyeballs, and the festering eyes no longer had the structure of seeing, but Tom could feel that he was looking at himself.

The skin with the eyebrows has been detached from his face, connected by a small piece of meat, hanging on his face swayingly, he has a pair of weeping eyes, a roaring mouth, a suffocating nose - but these The combination of the painful facial features formed a satisfied and even relieved smile. He seemed to have found the most beautiful thing in the event, or the piece of raw meat in his hand made him experience the deliciousness he had never felt before. .

No, this survivor by the water can no longer be called him. It is more appropriate to use "it" to refer to it. Tom can't see its rationality as a human being and its freshness as life. This is just a ghost in hell. The corpse, driven by the magic of a muddy mass of dirty tones mixed with different colors, its body is extremely uncoordinated, with an excessively thick arm and a thin chest full of maggots , gnawed its chest abruptly, and on the piece of rotten flesh that served as the heart, a crazy eye opened suddenly, and stared hungry at Tom and Haierbo.

It wanted to eat itself, and it jumped up from the ground suddenly, using both hands and feet in the posture of a beast, its two recurved legs were deeply buckled on the ground, ready to go, and dashed forward.

But its momentum was interrupted immediately, and at the moment of feeling malicious, Tom's curse blurted out, and a green light shot calmly from the tip of Tom's wand, hitting the terrible eye, and it lowered by the water. In a panic, he found a piece of skin that was still intact among the piles of rotten flesh, and stuffed it on his chest, trying to fill the wound, but it was of no avail, its footsteps swayed, as if drunk. Yes, he turned around in place and slammed into the water heavily. Tom subconsciously held up the barrier, and then, the stench of blood splattered the transparent iron armor in front of him.

The small river that accompanies the lives of the Alexander people has been dyed blood, and countless corpses are floating in the river. Tom looked into the depths of the street, and his expression became solemn. The monster is only one of the weakest, and because of this, it squatted on the edge of the street and ate obscenely. The food it had just held in his arms was finally seen by Tom. It was a small skull, still alive. There was a piece of childish skin hanging over his cheekbone, and the screeching Tom heard before walking down the street was the sound of it nibbling on the head.

The moment Tom released the spell, the shadows deeper in the street noticed the two living intruders. They turned their heads in unison, staring at the direction of the two, as if walking in a dense forest. Unconsciously, they broke into the lair of the eight-eyed giant spider. They have completely lost their human form, just like children's random graffiti, which were made into reality by people using stumps and broken arms.

Through the blood-stained barrier, Tom only felt that he was in hell. Even if he was Chamberlain who obeyed his desires, he couldn't help but feel angry at this disgusting sight.

"It's making great progress."

Haierbo's relaxed voice sounded behind Tom, "Put away your iron armor, **** thorns, it's disgusting."

When Tom heard the words, his arm loosened, the barrier disappeared, and the attached blood fell to the ground, which was absorbed thirsty by the dry ground.

"If they had come earlier, they wouldn't have dared to attack us at all."

A dog-like shadow sprang out from the dark alley on the side of the street and rushed towards Haierbo's throat. He smiled and put his hand on the shadow's head. If it can be called a head, Tom turned his face away and didn't want to see this disgusting scene again, but Haierbo was really like a dog, stroking the top of its head, this manic monster quickly settled in his hands. After getting down, after a while, he jumped into the river and was dragged in by an arm made of countless joints at the moment of falling into the water.

Haierbo straightened up, smiled, and said, "It's not bad, they have dared to show their desires to people they can't fight. Do you understand what this means?"

Tom shook his head.

"Haha, it means that their desires are large enough to offset the fear of death. This is a great progress. When the value of life is infinitely degraded, the things that drive them will burst out powerful magic," Haierbo Stepping away, walking down the street, Tom followed, looking down at the ground, listening to him say, "Of course, this also represents the fact that they have nothing to eat, they start to eat Carrion, start eating yourself, secretly watching others hunt, some people are waiting to eat carrion like hyenas, some people are waiting to swallow those who think they are hunters, this is what human beings looked like at the beginning of the birth, Kakalo Husband, there are no boring rules and regulations, powerful individuals devour everything, that's all, isn't it enough to make your heart feel like they're evolving into what our world looked like at the beginning of its development?"

Tom pursed his lips and kept fighting off the intruding monsters.

"Wait," Haier said when Tom threw a slender monster into the river, "Ah... well, I actually like the shape of it, do you think they are disgusting? Do you think Am I a pervert? I can kill all of Alexander's people in one second, but still watch them play this scary game?"

Tom just continued to wave his wand, noncommittal.

This scene of purgatory on earth is enough to make anyone sick and horrified, but Haierbo must not be included in this "anyone". In his life, he has seen many more dead people than living people, and almost all the deaths he has witnessed are It was made by this pair of skillful hands who created countless spells.

"Well, you might as well look at them in a different way," Haierpo had never had the patience for the prophet he admired since he found out who Tom "Chamberlain" was. "Our world Isn't that what it is? You can think of them as the Greece we once lived in... the city-states that attacked their weak neighbors, plundered their population, resources and land, and sewed things that didn't belong to themselves. , my homeland was originally populated by city-states hundreds of years ago, and there was no such thing as a city-state, but rather small families and settlements. Centers build up and become bloated monsters."

"It's not the same," Tom retorted, "at least the city-state won't eat people."

"Hahaha," Haierbo was stunned for a second when he heard Tom's remarks, and then burst out laughing, he laughed so happily that he even burst into tears, "Hahaha, Karkaroff, who is Tell you they don't eat people."

"I'm starting to wonder now, what kind of moral people managed the place you used to live in, so that you can have such ridiculous thoughts," Haierbo patted Tom on the shoulder, this action made Tom His body condensed, "Beasts and forests can eat people, wars and bandits can eat people, city-states and laws can eat people, and even death can eat people. Snatched back from death, until today I don't understand, I want to eat her, I want to make her a part of me, I don't just want to eat her, I want to eat everything I want , that's why my magic can rule life and death, but you can only stand by and watch."

"You too, Karkaroff, do you see your insatiable desire?"

Haierbo squeezed Tom's shoulders tightly, his bones groaned in pain, the ground began to shake violently, Tom's feet were empty, and the next second, they had appeared on the top of a towering basilisk, appearing in the Under the sky close to the dark clouds, the dementors hidden in the dark clouds rushed out one after another, bowing respectfully to Haierbo, and showing their sharp fangs to Tom.

Overlooking Alexandria, he saw that the city's desires were inflamed by the call of the blood that penetrated into the ground, the small river flowing with blood plasma was its arteries, and its tumor-like heart was beating slowly under the stimulation of death and desire .

A heart of desire is also like the placenta of sin.

"What do you think I did?" Haierbo's whisper sounded in Tom's heart, "No, I didn't do anything, I just helped them find a way to gain strength, they can unite and expel the weak me, But no one did it, they craved power, they craved domination, they craved plunder, so they became cannibalistic monsters, and the whole of Alexander's people, overnight, there was only so much left...then you crave what?"

Tom's eyes fell on the town on the outskirts of the city, where the inhabitants were gone, they had long been part of Alexander's purgatory, and in the empty streets, the fish stalls of the mute women were still waiting for the never to come. guest.

His eyes stopped in front of the dumb girl, the scale that was so abrupt with the corrupt city was reflecting the sunlight in the distance. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"What are you looking at, Karkaroff?"

Noticing Tom's stop, Haierbo turned his head and looked at Tom looking at the scale with interest. His gaze followed Tom's wandering gaze, and finally stopped on the almost overturned scale.

A delicate and beautiful balance stands quietly in the center of the street. The symmetrical beauty and complicated inscriptions make it more like a sacrificial utensil for the gods from any angle. The heart of the pieces is beating "thumping", and each piece takes on a different color, recording the different times of death of their donors.

Thick, dark bristles grew from the gaps between the fragments, piercing deeply into the ground, sucking the magic power brought by the frenzied emotions in Alexandria, and on the other side of the scale, a slender feather could not suppress the weight on the other side.

"She'll see again soon, Karkaroff," the basilisk-ravaged streets, where the sporadic monsters could no longer hide, screamed at each other, and Tom even saw the old woman in it His face, Haierbo approached his ear and whispered, "They are about to find out, and you are about to get your bet."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the border of the dark clouds in the distance, the dense net of thunder is venting its countless released energy, Haierbo's eyes slanted there, "The guests are here, let's go and see, when we come back, we will create together. An unimaginably great being."

Chapter end