My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 694

"Push forward, push forward!"

Professor Slughorn's fat figure is the most striking target in the battlefield where the curse is flying. He panicked to avoid the chaotic curse, but even so, he still did not take a step back, the thick wizard robe was rubbed. He was full of holes. He raised his head and stared at the crazy-haired basilisk. He tore off the collar to reveal the potion bottle full of the belt buckle on the inner lining of his coat. His face flushed red: "Make room for the people behind! Quick!"

Just a few minutes ago, Slytherin, who walked out of the painting, held Gryffindor's sword and stood out from the crowd, turning into a wisp of thick ink dotted with gold and red, swooping and appearing in front of the basilisk that resisted the crowd. Above his head, his figure quickly condensed from the ink, holding the sword in his back, and shouting at his feet: "Roina!"

Even if neither of them is the Big Four himself, in this special reunion of the Big Four, whether he exists in the form of a portrait, or Ravenclaw in the form of memory has been awakened. The tacit understanding of fighting side by side at the beginning of the establishment of Hogwarts thousands of years ago.

Slytherin's left hand brushed the edge of the sword, the dark red blood of ink flowed along the blood groove on the blade, and the ancient inscription left by the goblin was beating like a heart under the stimulation of blood, Godric Griffin. The reason why he was able to stand out from the crowd and become a leader in that era when there were many powerful wizards was not only because he had unparalleled experience in magic and dueling, but also this cold weapon that had been abandoned by the times as a lifelong partner to accompany him. Incredibly sharp edge.

The goblin masters the most fantastic and sophisticated alchemy and forging skills in the world. This luxurious and beautiful weapon exudes a dazzling brilliance even if it has been dusty in history for a thousand years. There is a Gryffindor hidden in the blade that gets stronger and stronger as it fights. The secret - the blade forged by the goblin absorbs everything that strengthens it, and the Gryffindor who never stops fighting and challenging it has fed it with the blood of one formidable enemy after another, and those ferocious and terrifying magical creatures put them The strongest part remains in this sword.

It had been thirsty for too long, and now a mighty sorcerer whose title was equal to its former owner fed it with himself.

The moment he set foot on the battlefield, Slytherin had realized the difficulty of the situation. Haierbo, a powerful enemy that only existed in history, seemed to be mentally unstable, but this made his black magic even more terrifying. , they are like beasts, reaping the lives of all people, and the power like death itself will become stronger after absorbing life. Just stepping on the ground, Slytherin has already felt that his body is depleted. The poor magic was slowly passing, and he couldn't help thinking of a legend that had been circulating for many years among black magic researchers - as the creator of black magic, Haierbo had already been upgraded to a greater and more essential existence. People are trading with Haierbo at a price they don't know to gain simpler but powerful power. This sounds like nonsense, but the feeling of the body makes Slytherin, the master of black magic, unable to do so. Do not accept the fact that in this battle, he has been deprived of the most powerful weapon.

He quickly understood that this powerful servant of Haierbo had to be dealt with first. Although there was a weird guy in front of him fighting desperately with Haierbo, he was clearly falling into a disadvantage. He seemed to be under the spell but would not Death, so it can be maintained for the time being, but when the crazy Haierbo realizes that he only needs to control the man's actions and free up his hands, the professors at Hogwarts will be destroyed by him and the basilisk. .

Fortunately, he never relied on profound black magic. Slytherin jumped to the top of the basilisk. As the creator of the basilisk in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets, he knew no less about this high-risk magical animal than Haierbo. On the one hand, he is not a real life at all, and the basilisk's life-depriving gaze can't do him any harm. On the other hand, he simply stands in the blind spot of the basilisk's line of sight - on top of its head, and this armless monster is not at all. to sweep it down.

unless-

The offended basilisk smelled the strange **** smell above its head, and its tail was raised high, and at this moment, Slytherin's voice reached Roina's ears, she immediately bent down, and slapped her with both hands. On the ground, her beautiful skin was covered with rough folds like tree bark, and the golden cup placed between her hands turned red, emitting a scorching temperature. Her fingers quickly stretched and turned into tenacious vines. Into the dead earth.

A drop of tree sap slipped from the corner of her eye, ran down the bark-like cheek to her chin, and fell into the golden cup. The gravity of the fall made it tumble in a circle in the golden cup, and splashed out like a pearl. In the crack of the earth, in the next second, the feet of everyone shook violently, and the unstable professors supported each other and stared at the direction of the basilisk. They were no longer afraid to look at the basilisk, because it had already Imprisoned by a towering yew forest, the ancient Albanian tree bearing the memory of Rowena Ravencalao reproduces her descendants here, and the sap flowing in the golden cup of Hufflepuff becomes the most powerful fertilizer for plant growth. Their annual rings expanded in circles, and in an instant, they spanned the growth that should have gone through thousands of years. The dense ancient trees completely blocked the huge body of the basilisk, and their tough wooden body was strong enough to withstand the impact of the basilisk. .

Slytherin stood firm, ignoring the bleeding hand, holding the sword hilt with both hands, and holding the sharp sword high, no one knew what the oil paint on him was made of, only the sword was seen. A pitch-black edge flashed on the front, enough to make everyone avoid their eyes. The light dissipated. He half-knelt on the scales on top of the basilisk's head, and inserted the sword deeply and rooted into its orange-yellow eyeballs.

The hilt of the sword turned over, and the tip of the sword emerged from the other side of the eyeball. The leaves were blocked as much as possible, and it instantly corroded the leaves into coke like strong acid, and Slytherin had already stood up with his sword and stood above the other eye of the basilisk, looking down at the empty eyes of the basilisk. He was here. There was only a trace of panic in the eyes of the crazy monster.

Without too much hesitation, the sword was inserted again at the same root, and the pain finally entered its underdeveloped brain along the sluggish nerves of the basilisk. Under the maintenance of Roy's magic power, the speed of their rebirth far exceeded the speed of the basilisk gnawing. The woods became denser and denser, and the wild branches stretched out into all the gaps they could find. Quick, the huge basilisk was like a mosquito wrapped in amber, squeezing into the pitifully small gap motionless.

Its hard bones kept cracking and cracking under the compression of the trees, no matter how strong it was, it couldn't withstand the compression of space.

"laugh-"

Slytherin pulled out his sword and waved it casually, but his movements were no match for Nelson, who had practiced his sword-drawing skills. Fortunately, no one saw him. The Basilisk's two eyeballs had solidified into two pieces of quilt. The cracks pierced through the big stone, and the pain caused by the damage of the weakest and most important organs made its body spasm. The snake could not happen, but the painful roar that directly hit the soul hit the professors gathered in front of the door like a tide.

Countless magic spells condensed by the magic power of monsters came like a torrential rain, and the yew trees rose from the ground, but they were torn apart by the magic spell before they reached maturity. Professor Slughorn threw his magic spell forward. The medicine bottle, other professors also showed their magical powers, and some even took out the treasured chocolate frog picture like a prayer. They came too hastily, just in time when the friendly army was almost wiped out by Haierbo, and it was too late to display it. With such a powerful defense as the ultimate guardian, under the influence of the basilisk's soul whistling, their actions also became slow, but no one returned to the door, but instead allocated strength to protect the portal.

There is not only the location where their reinforcements are about to arrive, but also the last gate to protect the students.

Professor Slughorn sighed, and it seemed that recruiting Tom as a new professor was not enough this year.

"It must be blocked..."

At the last moment of the basilisk's near-death counterattack, the counterattack horn sounded behind the professors.

When the light of the first spell lit up, the desperate Professor Slughorn couldn't help but turn his head, wanting to see who could be distracted and fight back in this situation, just when he saw At the moment of the door, he was almost blinded by the dazzling golden light.

Beauxbatons' headmaster, Constance in her dazzling golden robe, finally arrives at this critical moment with their brave friends, who, unlike the hurried Hogwarts professors, seem to be well prepared , prepared his own collection early, although they almost all came from the same well-known alumnus - Nicole Lemay.

The statues in the armor of the cavalry charged forward, and the stone statues of the shields held high quickly grew in size under the magic of Professor Beauxbatons, and the shields like buildings were firmly in front of them.

"Let's go, Constance, turn off the light on your Saobao's clothes."

Lazy voices sounded behind the Beauxbatons professors, and magical animals that covered the sky like wildebeest migrating rushed out of the door, or birds or beasts, and their combined masters spilled their most forward. A good spell.

"Is everyone here?"

Professor Slughorn breathed a sigh of relief. The punctual reinforcements eased his heartbeat a lot. Constance turned into a golden shadow and landed on Slug on a Pegasus like a female general fighting on the battlefield. Beside Professor Horne, she tightened the reins, Pegasus's front hooves were raised high, and her wings were spread, sticking to Sigmund's face, who had just put on a masterful look.

"you-"

"You don't think there are only three magic schools in our Europe in this world, do you?"

Constance jumped from the horse, and behind them, in the gate to the world, the footsteps were so strong that they felt like a drumbeat, which opened the prelude to this war to defend the era.

The smoke and dust in front had dissipated, the yew forest had disappeared, the basilisk's twisted body was only left with white bones, and the spider web-like cracks were spreading on the bones. The schools that can't wait in line to arrive at the battlefield in their own way, Yunque Tiangong will disperse the dark clouds, the pyramid-shaped tower rises up, and the magma gushing from the ground fissure brings out the boats driving on the ground, abruptly. In the blizzard that appeared, a strong figure in fur came out...

More professors from the magic school came out of the door, and they stood in a group, some people were more, some people were less, far more than the eleven that most people thought.

"It should be here now."

The old voice sounded at the end of the crowd, and Teacher Slughorn turned his head to see Professor Twelve Trees, who was much older than the last time we met, walking out the door with the help of a girl with a red bow.

"Have the Aurors fallen?"

Professor Twelve Tree looked around the battlefield. It seemed that this group of people was the only one left in Berlin. The soldiers who were turned into stone statues stood around, silently telling the tragic battle not long ago, his expression condensed, "It's a basilisk. ?"

"The basilisk has been eliminated."

"That's good," he lowered his head, patted Lori Ann's hand, and whispered in her ear, "Go ahead."

"It seems that your understanding of death is not thorough enough. I suggest you pick up my gun and put it on your temple, 'Bang-', die hard and learn hard."

Aiwei, who was tied into a mummy, was hanging upside down on a curved broken wall, and even so, he did not stop his output, "Didn't you find it? You are a little stunned now, do you still remember who you are? What do you sorcerers call you? Despicable Haibobo, right?"

Haierbo ignored him, and walked towards Nagini, who was slumped on the ground with a gloomy expression. His eyes swept over the professors who were approaching him, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Boom-boom-"

Aberforth ran wildly in the dark corridor, and the darkness did not slow him down, because he heard the heartbeat coming straight ahead.

The light was in front of him, he stumbled in, stepped in the air, and fell into a huge space in the shape of an inverted triangle.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he took out his wand and used a floating spell to stop the falling momentum. The platform at the bottom was filled with ever-bright candles. It seemed that people often came here to pay homage. A gorgeous coffin lay there quietly. There was only one tribute on the candle-lit table in front of it—

A heart covered with black hair was pierced by a silver long sword shaped like a clock hand, and the wailing ghosts poured out from the pierced gap, and then flowed back from the other gap on the opposite side.

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The sound of footsteps that stopped abruptly and the exclamation of Alphard came from behind, and Aberforth turned sideways and caught Blake who had rolled down.

"Oh! I know this, The Tales of the Poet Bedou! The wizard's hairy heart!"

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