My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 695

"This sword..."

Aberforth stared blankly at the sword on the stone table, and the cracks extending from the tip of the sword to the surrounding gave it a new and unique charm. Accompanied by the pounding sound of the pierced heart, he trembled slightly. The hilt of the sword was like a second hand that could never go the next step, struggling in the cage of the broken clock.

The gaps of some cracks are unusually wide, and there are even no small angles. It seems that it used to be a broken remnant. It was collected bit by bit by someone and put together according to their own understanding. Several huge rubies Dotted on the sword, like its internal organs, and like dead eyes.

The crack expands and closes with the pacing of the heart. It is so fragile that it brings a special beauty to everyone who sees it. It seems that this is the most beautiful and beautiful thing in the world. The most fragile art, Aberforth looked at the blade, the smell of old newspapers enveloped his consciousness, he seemed to be taken back to the years when the sword was forged, the ore under the frozen ground was washed away. The ore is purified and forged in red steel in the fire.

"I recognize it!"

Alphard stepped forward quickly, clasped his hands on the desk and stared at the pattern on the blade. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and said excitedly, "That's right, it's that sword!"

"Which one?"

Are you finished? Aberforth was so angry that he wanted to jump, but he was afraid that the tremor caused by the jump would completely shatter the already fragile sword. Aberforth.

It was a photo that had not had time to be animated by the developer. In the photo, Alphard was holding Nelson and Tom's shoulders in the middle. Walburga, who was separated by Tom, looked at his smiling brother helplessly. Nelson, who was standing on the right, was laughing with Ludwig, who was wearing a bandage, and showed him the sword he had just stabbed in his hand. Myrtle and Margaret were chatting not far away, behind them , The Iron Titan stood by the black lake facing the sun, not yet fully evolved. Several young men stood at the foot of the giant for a group photo. They were in the same class as Nelson. After graduation, they became Aurors together.

This is a commemorative photo taken during the Triwizard Tournament. It is obviously still fresh, but many people in the photo have faded.

"This is Nelson's sword, he used it in the Triwizard Tournament, and later showed me the action of drawing a sword," Alphard trotted to Aberforth, drew his wand, and gestured to his chest. "He just needs to hold the wand, wave it sideways, and the mayflies around him will transform into blade parts that attach to the wand as he moves..."

"I see, is this his wand?"

"Uh..." The interrupted Alphard scratched his head, "It should be, if it's not some imitation."

"I see!"

As a survivor who participated in the whole battle against Haierbo, Aberforth understood Nagini's purpose in sending him to Egypt. He had some speculations, such as the disappearance of Nelson and Tom, Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Appeared here, but there was nothing in front of him except a sword that looked completely useless and a hairy heart that looked exactly like the fairy tale.

Would a sword and possibly a wand in the sword have that much power?

He couldn't care less, because the pyramid that had seen the sun had already begun to shake violently, the savage cracks extended from the feet to the top of the head, and pieces of huge gravel fell from the top. The faded murals also became unrecognizable as the vibrations intensified. Aberforth raised his head, indicating that the stable triangle had begun to fall.

"The structure of this pyramid has been completely destroyed!" He yelled and kicked Alphard's ass, "Get out!"

At the same time, the professors who had just completed the encirclement found that Haierbo, who was approaching them, had disappeared in the wind.

In the next second, Aberforth's instinct to survive made Aberforth hold Alphard's shoulders and slammed him onto the sloping inverted triangle-shaped wall. At the same time, a dark green lightning bolt strung him. Out of the corner of the eye, where they had just stood, Aberforth saw someone he didn't want to see anyway.

I will never let you extinguish our hopes!

The ruthless Aberforth regained the passion that had been hidden by laziness for many years. The movements of his hands were so fast that Alphard could not see clearly. Shooting from the tip of the staff, it seemed to fall in all directions without any rules, and his left hand was not idle. Under Alphard's astonished gaze, Aberforth took off the smelly dragon leather boots on his feet. One shoved it into Alphard's hand, and suddenly, Alphard, who had just opened his mouth to speak, felt a hook hook on his belly button and yanked forward.

It's the door key.

"Don't you **** think about why I'm here?!"

He yelled and scolded Aberforth, hurriedly dropped his jacket, and was dragged somewhere by the door key while screaming.

"I'm the one who beat the throats of Albus and Lindward with both hands!"

Aberforth didn't forget to brag to himself at this time, looking at the figure that appeared in front of the stone table and reaching out to the tribute, the memory of fighting with the two great wizards many years ago flooded into his veins in an instant, "If I could Apparate like Grindelwald." The regret of not saving Credence's love is still in his ears, and he twists his wrist, the pressure from all directions almost stops his heart, and his vision is dark. For a split second, his eyes were filled with distorted light that had no time to be analyzed by the brain, a layer of scarlet blood shrouded the halo, and the nauseating dizziness made his limbs lose strength, but he still remembered his own. drop point.

"Goal, determination... Go ** calmly!"

Haierbo only saw a black thing flashing in front of him. When he realized that it was a man who threw himself on the offering table, Aberforth had disappeared, and with him was Tuo. Looking at the heart and sword offering platform, Haierbo turned his head and saw a man with seven orifices bleeding leaning against the sloping stone wall, and raised his **** at him.

Holding the sword and heart, Aberforth was about to Apparate to escape from here again, but his strength seemed to be a little stronger, and with the sound of glass shattering, his reckless expression froze on his face.

Even Haierbo was stunned. His expression a second ago was as frozen as Aberforth's. His face was filled with the ecstasy of finding the heart, the disgust of seeing the sword, and, slowly, slowly. The surprise overshadowed these two emotions.

The corners of his mouth were upturned, and the wild laughter was brewing in his throat. At this moment, the spell that Aberforth shot upwards before sending Alphard away finally reached their target precisely.

The inside of the pyramid is a large and small pyramid with two interlocking bases. This environment is rare at first, and it becomes more complicated as it collapses. No one can guarantee that every spell will be destroyed in a violent earthquake. They can be shot to the corresponding position, but they have experienced the refraction of the inclined plane again and again like a miracle, and accurately landed on the falling stones. The chaotic falling stones collided in the air, and the lower ones accelerated after the impact. Like a cannonball, it landed around the stone table.

The meteor shower choked back Haierbo's laughter and buried him, the stone table and the sarcophagus in front of him.

Aberforth could also feel Haierbo's anger across the scattered stone piles. The next second, a jet-black torrent like a dam bursting was sent from the gaps in the stone piles. The moment he saw the blackness, Aberforth's Apparating hand trembled and spasmed. His limbs were frozen by the sudden freezing, and the wand fell uncontrollably from his hand. Just as he bent over to pick up the wand, the black torrent had stopped. Satisfied with the narrow gap, heavy stones flew out in all directions in the explosion, the largest of which rushed towards Aberforth along with the icy Kuroshio.

He closed his eyes in pain, but at this moment, the coat that Alphard took off when he was thrown out moved. As Nelson's friend, he once ordered a "same style" dress from Nelson.

"Zheng!"

There was the buzzing of gears in his ears, Aberforth opened his eyes, the overcoat that floated up in front of him, and small silver **** flew out from all the corners where things could be stuffed, and opened The wings, deforming rapidly, formed an unstoppable shield before the first rubble hit.

"Call God Guard!"

Alphard returned to this small battlefield again. He blocked in front of Aberforth, and returned to the coat on his shoulders like a cloak. He felt like a hero of the world, facing the black tide that the shield could not stop, Recalling the handsomeness of the hero's debut, he could not help straightening his chest, and this joy made a silver animal that looked like a cat hunter leap forward.

"Go back to where you should be!"

A stern rebuke sounded in front of the two of them. A young man wearing a soft felt hat appeared in the wild Kuroshio and touched the head of the patron saint of Alphard. The big cat-like beast was like a house cat in his hands. Well-behaved, he stood in the turbulent black torrent, ignoring its power.

"Tom!"

Alphard made a sound of joy, and Tom held the wand and handed it forward gently, which dispelled Haierbo's anger in silence, and the barrier between the two disappeared instantly. Haierbo, who had been completely swallowed by black, said softly, "Go back to Berlin."

Haierbo's face no longer had the courage and calmness that he had when he came, and even his reason had disappeared. The bones smashed by the boulders twisted strangely like snakes, and slowed down in the explosion of "crackling". Slowly reset, there was no reflection of Tom in the bottomless pupils, he opened his mouth wide and let out a roar.

The collapsing dome of the pyramid was completely shattered by this roar, and the falling stones fell like raindrops. Tom lifted his wrist upwards, and the falling stone was instantly shaken to powder. In Haierbo's eyes, only the one was blocked by Aberforth. In the heart behind him, the muscles on his face twisted like a beast, moving forward step by step.

The inside of the pyramid finally saw the blue sky. On the surface of Alexandria, an ancient battlefield 2,000 years ago finally re-emerged. It was too late to be taken away by Pythia, who slept in the sea and once fought Haierbo to the death. The ancient Greek warriors still maintained the attitude of charging at the last moment of their lives, so that modern people who found them did not dare to invade.

Tom watched him pass him step by step, each step bringing a tremor no less than a natural disaster to this traumatized land. When Haierbo realized that his past was being tampered with by Nelson and Tom, He poured his self-confessed memory into the blood curse of Nagini's soul, but under the resistance of the rebels, his plan to use Nagini to save the memory was repeatedly delayed. When he cleared the obstacles and recovered the memory, The changed history has long replaced the past and become the most correct reality, and the memory sealed in the blood curse also has a big problem that he did not expect. Under the erosion of black magic, his rationality was no longer stable. When the professors from various schools worked together to kill the basilisk, he had completely lost his rationality and became a ghost wandering in scattered fragments. This is also what he "let go" The reason for the professors, driven by instinct, he smelled the cravings in the pyramid that opened at the same time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Tom shook his head, appeared in front of Aberforth, picked up the stick A heart full of dust but still beating, his gaze swept across the shards reflecting the light beside the heart, surrounded by shards, there was a long rotten wooden sliver, a shriveled dragon heartstring from the broken wooden slats. Exposed, he pursed his lips and patted Alphard on the shoulder with the hand holding the wand.

"My friend, help me get them to Berlin."

"Why do you speak strangely?"

Holding the beating heart, Tom walked in front of Haierbo. He stared at the heart covetously, but instinctively felt alert to Tom.

"Remember me? My dear Lord Haierbo?"

Tom leaned into his ear and said softly, his words seemed to affect a certain memory of Haierbo, making his expression even more sinister, "It seems that you can't answer my question now."

A zombie-like sound came out of Haierbo's throat.

"Let's settle the account in Berlin."

Tom smiled and squeezed his heart. This action made Haierbo nervous. He let go of his hand and disappeared with his heart. Haierbo, who was chasing power, also disapparated with him, leaving only Tom. The "prophecy" echoed in the roofless underground palace.

"Your loyal servant, Prophet Karkaroff, is here to give you the last prophecy. Your humble life will soon end there."

Chapter end