My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 682

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"Where's Nal?"

Adele walked in the door disobediently, but instead looked around the battlefield for a week, and asked curiously, the basilisk's gaze, the tragic scene in Long Huan Huan had already been seen, the entire battlefield was silent, only the only one left in the distance. A famous soldier is blocking Haierbo's progress with a desperate act of madness.

"Doing something heavier." Professor Slughorn squatted on his face, touched the girl's soft blond hair, and said softly, "Come back, Nelson wants to plant a place."

Adele nodded and turned away without delay.

"You're still young, and you know what the scene of the broken walls and ruins represents."

Flitwick's sharp voice sounded from behind Slughorn, and he jumped to Slughorn's side, holding the Sorting Hat tightly, watching Adele disappear.

"Yes," Professor Slughorn shook his head and sighed, "The admission procedures were done at the beginning, and I also went to Boston with Ath. It's hard to imagine what I saw there... Sister Wiltning adopted Like Nelson, a strong witch may fall, and such a child will be the first to stand and protect the homeland."

After that, he straightened up, waved his wand and pointed to the empty battlefield. Behind him, a professor who was in office or who had left his job left, and the magic power that maintained the portal has been severely damaged by the basilisk because of the wizard who maintained it. The last professor —Professor Mellas, who is getting old and whose left hand stopped shaking — turned off the moment he walked.

"A Si, the headmaster who is coming now, with a charge, must be delayed, so that the students who have not yet left the school will be threatened by danger. He has already asked for help from all magic schools around the world. If you arrive, you can fall!"

"It feels very much," Roy said with a smile, "It's very Gryffindor's feeling back then."

Hearing the voice, almost all the professors stiffened for a moment, and now they all know how to face the living fossil that founded Hogwarts.

"Nonsense, I'm ashamed of Rowena's memory condensed phantom, not inheriting the slightest wisdom, not even the most basic judgment." The red cloth covering the frame was blown away by the wind, and the old Slytherin found Rowena Beside him, "Obviously the most standard Slytherin!"

"Ha ha."

Roy covered his mouth and smiled.

"S... Professor Slytherin."

"Go to the back," Slytherin gave Slughorn a slanted glance, his palms brushed against the frame, and the flowing oil paint condensed into a simple wand. "What do you mean by holding back? What do you mean by being the principal now?"

"Oh."

Slughorn shrank like a giant quail.

"What has Hogwarts been like? Every time I know how to play with a broom...Follow, beat!"

Salazar Slytherin snatched the Sorting Hat from Flitwick's hand and put his hand into the hat. The awakened Sorting Hat exclaimed when he saw Slytherin's face.

"Zheng!"

A golden sword inlaid with rubies was drawn from the Sorting Hat, Slytherin paused, and said, "It's a pity that the same generation has not been born... Roina, take the gold cup, and let the despicable Haierbo see one, what the Big Four anger!"

"Does what Zhizheng do represent? Karkaroff."

Haierbo smiled sadly, his muscles relaxed, and he lay back on the reclining chair, watching helplessly as the Dementor army he had summoned again was torn apart by the soldiers who washed ashore from the sea, he let out a sigh of relief, as if appointed, and whispered. Ask, "What does it mean to know what to say? What is the price of knowing everything?"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the almost completely broken dark cloud condensed into the last burst of thunder, sending the monster in the cloud layer to the ground, understanding that the resistance of the weak enough to laugh is enough to help turn the tide of the battle, but it will make it seem that it loses and becomes more Laughing, but not willing to stand still.

"Of course, as part of the ritual, you have to wait for it to complete."

Haierbo shook his head and said, "On the contrary, since he chooses to be the other half of it, he will also be locked in, and his life and death will be linked."

"So what?" Tom asked rhetorically. "So what help is there to survive?"

"Why not? Tell me, Karkaroff, what is the meaning of this kind of feeling? Why do you want to accompany Hermes to cross the air siege?"

"Because of need," Tom said thoughtfully, "because the only thing that can be stopped."

"Is it true?" Haierbo chuckled, "Do you think you will be dragged into the water and choose to throw your heaviest companion for the so-called righteousness?"

"From another angle, Karkaroff, if he uses his life as a threat, will he still follow the original plan, and at the last moment of the ceremony, will he send the last blow and kill his friend?"

"Yes, even if the plan is so coincidentally almost perfect, it will always be found by the unethical."

"Wait and see." Tom gritted his teeth and said softly, "Now, how can you use threats?"

"But it's within reach," Haierbo waved his hand. "Haha, I'm talking about a sad topic. I've always been curious about one thing. Obviously, there is no direct hatred, and I have never provoked it. Does it have anything to do with what Greece does?"

"It has to be **** for tat."

Tom put away the joke on his face, put his hand on the back of Haierbo's chair, raised his head, and saw that the hastily established defense line was pierced like paper, and the wizard in battle armor roared towards the rush, obviously there were many, However, accompanied by the patron saint, showing the momentum of a thousand troops, Tom smiled and said softly: "We will stand on the opposite side, so we have to become each other's stepping stones, and fate, Haierbo, the principle of the world's operation, strengthen, So step on."

"The original life will not end, and the pursuit of eternal life is right."

Tom's attitude didn't make Haierbo's heart as iron-hearted, but the passages with such heavy words caught Haierbo's attention, staring at the flat and vigorous beating heart. A kind of laughable contrast.

"Really lived two thousand years later..."

"Is such a humble life really meaningful? Being locked up in a dark place of death, lingeringly waiting for a chance to be resurrected, and begging for pity for anyone who can help, his dignity is trampled like shit. "

"Life is the dignity, and the living have endless dignity for death," Haierbo gave Tom a deep look and clenched his wand, "You will see, Karkaroff, you will understand how wrong he is, You will understand since even the hope of the future has been ruined,-"

"Let's wait and see," Tom interrupted, and said softly, "a little curious. Now, do you still remember why you walked this way?"

The "bet" that exchanged the lives of the life of the city is standing quietly in three rooms, with Haierbo, who is trapped and fighting, Tom with a cold expression, and Kent Tanka, who has lost all five senses. A pair of beautiful eyes opened in a chaotic black, and a beautiful flower grew from the most terrifying sin.

The dementor that Haier Po called with his last strength was not a death sentence, although it only dragged on for a few minutes, it was enough for Tom to finish the conversation, and enough time for the magic to complete its final ritual.

Tom's eyes, Nelson is already very close, so close that it is close to tearing up a paper dementor and rushing into the city, even to see the sweat on Nelson's forehead and anxious eyes, but Tom has heard the voice .

The black shadow of the female silhouette looked at the body that she was about to merge into, her ignorant eyes flashed with wisdom, but just a glance made Tom feel a kind of coldness like falling into an ice cave, it was friendly, even malicious, it couldn't. Any emotion that the class can understand cannot be understood by Tom's wisdom.

The manifestation of magical emotions, the activities of the emotional heart, the heart is influenced by the ethnic group, and the thousands of years of existence have condensed into the shape of the ethnic group. Everything Haierbo Alexandria has done is subverting the boundaries set by the rules of the species. .

Excavate the animal nature of sex, let cannibalism, and let the primitive instinctual desires take over the brains of the townspeople, and then the structure collapses it, and the deeper things that hide the animal nature are brought to the surface.

the opposite of .

What? Tom can't describe or describe it in his own words, it can't be summed up by any known words, even a little bit of prying will do, this kind of thing has transcended the scope of the world, from the concept of the sourceless deconstruction, Just like the opposite of life to death, the understanding of death only stays at the moment when life ends, and everything after that is nothing.

And what Haierbo did after being defeated by Nelson was mastering a known negative.

His laughter was mixed with joy and sorrow, and in a trance, Tom seemed to see a slave boy who escaped from the oak barrel in the cabin.

Heiying bent over, picked up Ping's beating heart, and filled it with nothingness that was missing in his heart.

The magic power was continuous in an instant, and the air was slightly distorted. In a second, the door of the blurred illusion was completely opened with the heart as the heart, and the white mist and the black swamp quickly emerged, growing wildly at a speed that was unmatched by the naked eye. Spread in all directions.

"Let the two worlds that are parallel to each other overlap..."

Tom remembered the newly rebuilt Department of Mysteries, the prophecy that Nelson once said jokingly. Unexpectedly, it did not point to the future that Grindelwald and Dumbledore could cause, but what it described was already forgotten by history for two thousand years. of!

"The description is quite appropriate."

Haierbo rubbed his palms and smiled, watching the black shadow that he spent his hard work in taking a step forward, opening his arms and taking Kent Tanka into his arms.

"The most proud work, Karkaroff..., Tom Riddle! Even if all the servants die, it will make me feel a little distressed, because it can't help defeat Hermes' defective product, it still survives Even if you give it all up and replace it with a treasure, you can still make a profit and lose money."

Tom's eyes widened, the shadows were slowly overlapping Kent Tanka, and the godless eyes also lit up again, filling the incomplete Cheng with death, the true master of the heart, Haierbo, also began to grow strong, and the rolling fog of loss dissipated. , The black magic power of the age-blind fantasyland that took on the responsibility of "abyss" also completely covered the ground in an instant.

The Earth God Kingdom that Haierbo is building.

Tom soon understood why he entered the fantasy world with Nelson and there was only a white fog, like a baseless duckweed.

He also quickly understood that the so-called black magic power hidden by Haierbo in the blurred illusion was not set up and buried, but it was there, the fusion of life and death. It is associated with the black color that represents death in the blurred fantasy, and has made its own brand for the wonders of nature.

It is also the moment when the status of the ancestor of black magic is truly determined, not the time when those messy spells are invented.

The blackness of the soaked ground faded quickly, and the feet that were retracted in an instant turned into a shadow-like swamp, only the pure white lost fog still filled the void, Tom's heart almost stopped beating, the heart of the storm, more than any other. Everyone knows what kind of magic power will be born next.

"It's time to beg for mercy, I will miss it, loyal Karkaroff."

Haierbo stood up, and had to sit there again, examining his trophies, holding his hands behind him, and slowly walked towards Kent Tanka, which blended with darkness.

Nelson broke through the last line of defense, UU reading www. uukanshu.com flashed to Haierbo's face, the giant iron fist appeared behind him, and the lost fog drifting in the air was also inspired, brewing a wind like rain.

The Ouroboros, who let the magic flow into his eyes without hesitation, chanted a spell on his heart.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The same amount of pain caused Haierbo's body to convulse, and the giant iron fist fell. With just one step away, Haierbo was able to obtain the power he dreamed of.

Resisting the pain, he reached out to Kent Tanka.

But when he was about to touch the girl, his eyes opened.

There are still those broken eyes, but the ones they cast belong to Tom's eyes.

"The bet," Tom grinned at the bottom of his eyes, smiled at Haierbo Nelson, and spoke in the tone of Kent Tanka's mouth, "it's not over yet!"

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