My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 685

It may be difficult for you to imagine that wizards like the Big Four would be devastated by dementors. Compared with the shadows floating around in tattered black robes, they are more synonymous with disasters, like more than six hundred Like the Black Death, which took away a third of Europe's population a few years ago, the wizard's wand can defeat the enemy and hunt dragons, but how to eliminate the epidemic that has already spread among the population?

We desperately hope to find a way to solve them once and for all, if hope is extinguished in our generation, our descendants will face those disasters, Gryffindor was the best duel wizard at the time, in my opinion , even the current wizards don't have the kind of sharpness to the beasts of battle, Albus is too thoughtful, Grindelwald loves to show off his skills, Scamander relies on foreign objects, and the young people of Nelson's generation have not grown up... What's more, he doesn't look like a wizard, and he doesn't have any essence at all.

But even Gryffindor can't really kill even a single dementor. They rely on some magical existence that we don't understand at all. Even if one is beaten miserably, it will be reborn like a cockroach.

Strangely, the dementors don't show much interest in the wizards who come close to them, they seem to harvest life out of instinct, according to reports from wizards stationed in Azkaban who have witnessed the resurrection of the dementors , they woke up from their ignorance and thirsty devoured the lives of the people on the island. Only the wizards who were on guard at sea survived, but they did not pursue outwards, but instead launched a frantic attack on the coffin in the center of the island.

This further confirms my suspicion that the owner of the coffin is not a dark wizard associated with the Dementors, but more likely the person who held them here.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff gathered all the wizarding children they could find at Hogwarts. The first big four to arrive was the warlike Gryffindor, who was keenly aware of the importance of the coffin. , dispelled them with the Patronus Charm that I just learned, and saved the coffin for the first time. Under the call of the first batch of awakened dementors, more and more monsters crawled out of the ground and rushed towards the coffin one after another. Gryffindor could hardly hold on, but Hufflepuff and Slytherin arrived shortly after.

Hufflepuff's participation in the battle gave Gryffindor more room to play. The two cooperated seamlessly and resisted repeated attacks. Slytherin was keenly aware of a camera that fell beside the coffin. The severed limb of the dementor, he realized that the inscriptions on the coffin that resembled the eulogy were most likely a kind of magic that could kill the dementors, so he threw himself into the study of it, and finally settled the student's pull. Wenclaw also arrived, Gryffindor has become more and more handy in the face of these monsters, Hufflepuff also took time to treat the wounded, Ravenclaw saw that he could resist alone, and went to the coffin, she and Slytherin soon discovered that the last magic left on the island was on the coffin.

The first-generation members of the Knights of the Garter arrived quickly, and with their help, the battle soon ceased to be our one-sided, passive beating. Slytherin decided to take the coffin away, but his move caused the Dementors to even more. Intense riots, but fortunately we made a **** road, the members of the Knights escorted several of our professors back to Hogwarts, and set up the earliest protective magic for the school to make it disappear from the map.

With the help of the coffin inscription, Slytherin created a spell based on the Patronus Charm, which unfortunately was more difficult and demanding than the Patronus Charm, so much so that all but himself No one can master it, but with his help, we finally have a new kind of magic that can damage Dementors.

This magic has since been lost, but I speculate that Tom Riddle should have found and learned it and taught it to Nelson, I have seen Nelson's patron saint, the falcon is very special, its claws and beak Can deal damage to Dementors, just like the entity.

The deeper we study the coffin, the more we feel that it has endless treasures waiting to be unearthed, but we can't open it no matter what, in the principle of prudence, we did not destroy it violently, because Ravenclaw said, block it The magic will last for a thousand years, and violent cracking may damage the contents, or it may release a terrifying devil.

The dementors who left Azkaban started their reproduction. This reproduction is more like a parasite. Those desperate souls who could not resist their influence became the breeding ground for the birth of dementors. Fortunately, their offspring They are not strong, but the situation of the war is also more urgent. They seem to be able to feel where the coffin is, so that even if we take it to hide under the ice of Antarctica, we will be found by the ubiquitous Dementors. This soon sparked a war that engulfed the world, and no one didn't do their best for it, because if you fell, you would become part of the Dementor, and the damage caused by the Slytherin curse was only a drop in the bucket.

I soon made a more important discovery. Many evidences showed that Haierbo's power came from something above a concept - death. The dementors he created also have many characteristics related to death. To dig deep, you must go deep into death; Ravenclaw's research results are also surprising - she has found the best hiding place where the dementors can't find a coffin - the Mirage.

Blurred fantasy has always been the last place wizards want to mention. No one is curious about death. Even if we will die one day, it does not mean that we need to understand it before we are alive.

Someone has to die for the victory of more people, but no one wants to be the victim, the only exception is Gryffindor, who is willing to die for his friends and family, but Ravenclaw quickly overruled him He volunteered, because of the man who died, he had to bring the news back. He was a brave man, but the brave man's death could not make him a living ghost who could bring back news. To become a ghost requires experience. The test requires a firm enough reason other than courage.

The meeting that day was deadlocked, the war continued, and that very night Slytherin knocked on my room door.

"You can always exist, witness more and more history being written by the people around you, and witness that your past has become a precious treasure of mankind."

That's how he persuaded me, I don't remember if I was persuaded, haha, but the reason was firm enough, so the next day, I walked into Blurred with the coffin, no one to say goodbye, everyone was bashing Slytherin, slammed him for coaxing an old man to his death, for making me a wandering spirit with no beginning and no end.

Actually he understands me.

I still remember the day I stepped into the blurred vision, which was also the last time in my life, and the last day of my life.

Hey, Minerva, I'm not saying it lightly here, it's an understatement, you don't understand, I do plan to become a ghost to witness history after death, but it just happens to be the right time.

Really, don't cry, I didn't lie to you.

It's funny though, my daughter didn't recognize me since that day, she said that our family's motto is not to be afraid of death, and she did. She was already a mother and sent my granddaughter to Hogg Woz, she went to defend herself against the Dementors, but I have to clarify that there is no such family motto in our family. She made up this sentence herself, but now a thousand years have passed. If my family is still there, It does have the qualifications to become a family training.

later? Later, when she died, she did not violate the family creed she made up.

Don't cry, Minerva, I know it's not my cowardice about death that irritates her, but the loneliness that my father will be unable to resist in the long years to come.

Let's get down to business, where did we just say? Blurred fantasy? Oh yes, the blurred vision.

I really have no way to describe exactly what it looked like at that time. If I had to say it, it was more like an unfinished construction site. When I was young, it was popular among British aristocrats to let their children travel to Rome as adults. , everyone is keen to buy antiques from ancient Rome to show their wealth, compare their vision, and tout their family heritage. I am no exception. When I was seventeen, I went to Rome and bought a large part of my collection there. , where I saw a Muggle-built church, with bottomless foundations, intertwined steel bars, and craftsmen surveying the site with blueprints.

Later, my daughter also went there once when she was an adult. I asked her to ask a local painter to paint a church painting. For twenty years, my interest in that church has not diminished, but unfortunately, she brought it back. It is still a messy construction site, and according to locals, the construction period may last for hundreds of years.

This is the kind of feeling that Mirage brings to me. I always feel that there is something missing here. At that time, it was not as clear as it is now. Occasionally, I can see the city and natural features that reflect the present world, in the process of dying. I couldn't tell whether I was walking on the ground or hanging upside down in the sky. It looked like the world before the creation of the oriental legend. The thick egg white was left churning in the cavity, filling in what it had lost, and there seemed to be a force reshaping it all the time, and along the way I saw countless people who died in that catastrophe lining up to die Going forward, their colors are faded by the Lost Fog, the precious memories of a lifetime are peeled off, fall into the fog, and are slowly assimilated as part of them, so as to fill the vacancy in the empty world, this may be the rule here.

Carrying the coffin, I ran all the way to the depths, with two greatest tasks on my shoulders, the color of the living peeled from me, and before I was about to enter the second half of the death journey, the coffin I was carrying overwhelmed me Now, my thin body can no longer bear its weight, which reminds me of the mission of my trip.

This is the place under our feet. I buried the coffin here, buried in this place that only I can find. At that time, I was not completely a ghost. I took out what they gave me, and it inspired me. Those magics that have already been set up collect the secrets of this dead world that have never been revealed to the world.

We have made many new discoveries, the most important of which is that the existence of dementors is indeed related to this place, and they are composed of a kind of magic or matter that is similar to the Lost Fog, but the nature is completely opposite, you also Know what the Lost Fog is, yes, the memory of the dead, then the source of the dementors will be clear, they are indeed the source of black magic, the vile Haierbo, who stole the power of death and used his own soul Supplemented by the sin of killing, which shaped them.

We are not fighting simple monsters, but dark wizards who brought fear to an era in ancient Greece.

Despicable Haierbo!

He was defeated a thousand years ago, otherwise our emperor should be his, magic is constantly improving, how can we not defeat the remnant of a loser?

After understanding who the enemy is and what the enemy is, my era has burst out her wisdom far beyond the predecessors, various uses of the patron saint have been developed, and various magics against dementors have been created. Powerful wizards were born under the nurturing of Hogwarts' open knowledge, and the Knights of the Garter ushered in unprecedented prosperity. We even found relics left from the Merlin era, and lost magic and alchemy items filled our arsenal. , With the assistance of the past, present, and future, the dementors that became chaotic due to losing their goals were also encircled and eliminated by us. In the end, only their wandering offspring were left, but they could not raise any storms. Can be used as the material for urban legends, Azkaban, which was discovered by Extis 500 years later, is only a deserted island with gunpowder smoke, and the dementors he captured and cultivated are ridiculously weak. , after being discovered by the already large-scale Ministry of Magic, it can only be used as a waste of prison guards guarding prisoners.

Now, the thousand years in Ravenclaw's mouth have passed, and the secrets I have waited for a thousand years are about to be exposed in broad daylight.

Minerva, can you open it for me?

"Professor, I'm ready."

Mag nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, raised his chest, pursed his lips tightly, and put his hand on the coffin.

Professor Binns covered his face with his hands to block his vision, but his eyes were still staring like copper bells, and he could still see all this through his transparent palms.

"professor…"

Mag touched the inscription on the coffin board that was almost flattened by time. After listening to Professor Binns' story, she was as smart as she had linked all the known information to outline the story of this two thousand-year-old war. The whole story and ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the shadow of black magic never really left their heads, and she also remembered the source of the writing on the coffin board.

"Minerva, I'm sorry to send you a letter so late, but I'm going to interview tomorrow, and you don't want to see your dear junior become a homeless person because of all kinds of tricky questions, right? I I'm confident in my own accomplishments in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I don't have the slightest grasp of the vague minds of the school administrators. If you can, I mean, if you have nothing to do and happen to have a hard time sharing, you can. Can you tell me what problems I might encounter tomorrow? I'm not worried that I will lose to those [crossed out] competitors in terms of ability or enthusiasm for education, I just want to have more and become like you colleagues' grasp."

A letter that he received not long ago appeared in front of Mag's eyes, and the writing on the parchment slowly overlapped with the nicks his fingertips swept across.

This kind of handwriting is unique and exaggerated. If you haven't seen it before, I am afraid that some complex lines will be regarded as rune, and your fingertips will gently cross the nicks two thousand years ago, and put this series of coherent and mysterious symbols. Comb into ancient Greek sentences.

"My dear friend, I hope that in two thousand years, the person who greets you will be me."

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