My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 94

"Pitya."

Under the gaze of the four, Nelson pulled out a one-meter-long cane from his jacket pocket, held in his hands the name of the priestess statue outside the Black Tower Library, and turned into a vague white mist, which disappeared suddenly. , Leaving only the cane inlaid with amber floating in place, slowly rotating.

"You people here, the pockets... are all this deep?" After a while, Luo Lian stared at it and asked. She gestured with her cane while looking down at her pocket, that is, she was not so much. Understand Transfiguration, otherwise there must be question marks all over your head.

"No, it's only his depth." White replied with a strange expression, "He casts a Traceless Stretching Curse on his pocket, and usually puts everything in it."

"Similarly equipped with a backpack, isn't it?" Luo Li'an suddenly realized, and tried to explain with her common sense, "The walking stick that looks so long actually only occupies one space."

"Yes, that's what you think." Andre rubbed his hands warmly, and continued to inquire, "Then where is your hometown?"

"My hometown..." Luo Lian said with reminiscence eyes, as if whispering, "My hometown is called—"

"Miss Lorian." Newt Scamander said, who was silent for a long time. "You'd better not reveal too many secrets to someone you just met, especially if he is already notorious."

"Newt, you!" Andre asked, turning his head and glaring at Newt, "Who do you say is notorious?"

"Do you want me to tell you?" Newt put the suitcase on his lap and said blankly. After Nelson left, he had no fear of hurting his schoolboy, and he didn't mind the two saints at all. Do it again.

Andre also stopped talking in anger, and the scene fell into stiff silence again. It wasn't until Luo Liane saw the dolls rolling out of the surrounding rooms that he smiled and rounded the field, "Guests, rooms I've packed it up for you, why don't you go to rest first and talk about it after dinner?"

"Pitya."

Newmontgard, at the foot of the Black Tower Library, Nelson closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the chain tied to the left hand of the Pitia statue, and when he opened his eyes, he was in his room.

He first opened the drawer on the bedside, and saw that the position of the feather on it had not changed. Then he opened the closet with confidence, took out the suitcase that had not been opened after arriving in Newmontgard, and took out the suitcase. Ben kept pressing the notes at the bottom of the box into his pocket, then took out Riddle's ring, put on his thumb, and lay down on the bed with his clothes.

Soon, a white mist quickly enveloped him...

"You came?"

Nelson opened his eyes, and under the inverted tower of the illusion, the despicable Helbo was holding a book and leaning against a sofa made of mist and reading. Seeing Nelson coming, he just lifted his eyelids slightly. He buried his gaze in the tree page again.

"Why do you have a book to read?" Nelson took a step back warily.

"Why did you put a Pythian sculpture in your turf?" Helbo did not answer Nelson's question. He closed the book and raised his head to look at Nelson. He held a sheet of ordinary to Nelson would forget it in the blink of an eye. The face, but a pair of dark green eyes are extremely deep and gleaming.

Nelson closed his mouth and did not answer his question.

"This is a book extracted from my memory." Upon seeing this, Haierbo smiled and shook his head, and directed at the book in Nelson Yangyang's hand. It broke into a white mist and dissipated. He grabbed it again, another one. A brand new book appeared in his hands, "Do you want to read it? This is a good thing. There are many magics that you may not have heard of. After reading him, you can become a great wizard with the same scenery as me. "

"No, thank you." Nelson thought with his **** and knew that there would be no good things in that book. He declined Helbo's "goodwill" and took a step back, "I'm not blessed to accept it."

"Don't be so scared. We are grasshoppers tied to a rope." Helbo smiled helplessly. He sat on the sofa next to him and opened his hands and asked, "Have you been there? Did you find me? Horcrux."

"I haven't gone yet."

"You are too cautious." The expression on Haierbo's face became even more helpless. "From the time you can guess that there is more than one Horcrux, I know that dealing with you will not be a simple matter. ..."

"I am right now around the place you said, there is nothing special there." Nelson shook his head, "I must have twelve respects for an evil and powerful black wizard like you."

"You misunderstood me. I don't know how you organized me in your history, but I still have to say that the reason why I am called'Despicable Helbo' is entirely because I used to play cards with people. ..."

"You should leave this to deceive the children. To make a Horcrux requires splitting the soul, and splitting a soul requires a sin that is unbearable for a complete soul. You and I know that you are just a butcher with blood in your hands." Nelson Before listening to his nonsense, he frowned and continued, “I don't believe that a famous dark wizard would put his soul on an ordinary object and then throw it into an undefended, ordinary corner. . Will you put your soul in a torn boot and then throw it into the dry well at the entrance of your village?"

"Well," Helbo shrugged, showing a strange smile, "Do you really think it's ordinary?"

"I checked almost all the history related there. The most famous place within a few hundred miles is Krakow." Nelson squinted his eyes and looked at Helbo. "But that's just an ordinary Muggle. The old capital of the kingdom hundreds of years ago is just that, wizards never regarded it as a place of historical interest."

"You built a statue of Pythia," Helbo suddenly talked about irrelevant things, "but do you know who she is?"

"She is the priest of the sun god? A witch with the ability to predict?" Nelson thought for a moment. "I don't know the others. There is not much written content in your history at that time, and most of them are even with Muggle myths and legends get mixed up."

"That's enough." Helbo put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, leaned his chin on his hands, and showed a smile like Ikogentang. "That place is the rich color left in Pythia's prophecy. I even forgot the name of the wild land of my time, but I still clearly remember the future name of Pythia's prophecy...Is it here? Can I catch up after I go out? Can I get a glimpse of the purgatory made by Muggles in the most primitive way?"

"Come on plundering my wealth, possessing my knowledge, learning my magic, stealing my fame, and then letting me go out!" Helbo's face showed an expression of excitement, and he waved his arms like an avid fan , "I can't wait to worship that piece of Muggle creation, let me wait for a thousand years of great work of art, it's called—"

"Auschwitz." Nelson scowled, twitching the corners of his mouth, a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Yes, it's there! You are also a prophet, you know what will happen there, right! Tell me, tell me quickly, quickly!" Helbo bounced off the sofa excitedly, rushing up as if he wanted Holding Nelson's hand, at this moment, he seemed to be more interested in that place than his desire to escape from birth. He thumped fiercely and threw himself on the ground in front of Nelson with a awkward posture of duck walking. He raised his head and stared straight at Nelson. The dark green eyes were filled with bloodshot blood, and he shouted hysterically, "Did they start? The primitive and brutal killings of Muggles, that kind of savage—"

"It won't happen." Nelson interrupted his frantic performance. He looked at Helbo at his feet. His heart was filled with fear. This guy is a completely dehumanizing lunatic. Don't even guess what he thinks. The most basic communication is difficult.

"Hey--" Helbo made a weird cry as if he was pinched by his throat. He crawled forward two steps and held Nelson's trousers tightly. Despite the struggle, Nelson kept stepping on his face and staring. With his scarlet eyes stained with bloodshot eyes, he said viciously, "What do you mean?!"

"I mean, the Auschwitz in your imagination will no longer exist. I went there to solve this matter." Nelson broke free of Helbo's hand in disgust, bent down and grabbed a cloud of white mist on the ground. He slapped his trousers, as if disgusting something dirty there.

"How are you going to solve it? Why do you want to solve it?" Helbo showed a confused and incomprehensible expression. He first thought about the possibility of Nelson sitting on this matter, and after a while, he said dejectedly, "You Why nosy?"

"It's no meditation. How could you, the stinky maggots in the stinking ditch, understand that there are still people of noble character in the world?" Nelson shook his head and looked up at the sky, ignoring Helbo wriggling on the ground. "Actually, I don't understand, but I promised others to inherit his legacy, and his ideal is to avoid this kind of tragedy."

"What are you doing?" Haierbo beat his chest and said, "Are you stupid? Save me, how can I get my gifts and rewards and save those Muggle lives? Are there any comparisons between these two things?"

"It's really not comparable." Nelson lowered his head, facing the hopeful eyes of Shanghai Erbo, "How do you compare to the cause of saving the victims in the war?"

Helbo froze. He had never seen such a wizard who was not tempted by magic and wealth, but instead thought about Muggles all day long.

"So, if you want to be truly free, the tragedy of fate must happen again." Nelson pondered Helbo's previous remarks and nodded thoughtfully, "I'm right? Despicable Helbo."

"..." Helbo choked, looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously, was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Do you think that stopping an Auschwitz will prevent the great Helbo from being reborn? You guys? These prophets don't be too self-righteous!"

Nelson tilted his head, showing a listening expression, stretched out his right hand and motioned, "Please start your performance."

"From Pythia, to the guy with you, and you, you are too self-righteous." Halbo stopped pretending to be a mental patient, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, you can indeed see the future. , This is a talent that countless people can't even think of. Pitya can even fight against me. The gray-haired guy's mana is not inferior to me, and you can even guess that my last Horcrux needs to be slaughtered. It can be done, but so what?"

"But so what?" Nelson nodded.

"Pitya is dead, that gray-haired guy will die, and you will die too! And I...and I'm still alive!"

"So?"

"You people who spy on the future always feel that you are otherworldly." Helbo laughed happily, "but you are also a part of destiny anyway, aren't you?"

"So?"

"How can you be sure that the future you see is not a future that came after you participated?" Helbo tore off all the disguise, and he finally showed his fangs, showing a sordid grin, "playing with fate." People will be played by fate in the end."

"So?"

"Even if you prevent or even destroy today's Auschwitz, another Auschwitz will be established in another place tomorrow!" Helbo stared at Nelson fiercely, "You could stop it for a while. You can't stop it for a lifetime! This is the torrent of history, and you cannot change it. What should happen will always happen. All disputes, conspiracies, and deaths will never concern anyone, but the matter itself. Swissin's thing happens, no matter where and when, my Horcrux will be perfect, and my magic is not just for a small piece of land!"

"So?"

"So... can you stop saying that stupid'so'!" Helbo seemed to be broken by Nelson's question, and he furiously said incompetently, "You don't really think that I need the help of your crappy wizard. Leave here? I'm just waiting for the opportunity. I can leave at any time! You don't have to make an inch!"

"So please." Nelson bent down and gave a polite gift. "Despicable Mr. Helbo, please perform for me. I also want to see the world how to get out of here."

"..." Helbo struck his neck and stared at Nelson, suddenly fell down.

"So?" Nelson shook it in the air, as Helbo did at the beginning. He fished out a trilby from the air. He put the hat on his right hand and flicked it with his left hand to make it spin fast and light. He smiled and said, "You are afraid, so you will be hysterical and furious. Despicable Helbo, I already understand why you are called Despicable Helbo, and you have not gotten such things as'Cruel Helbo' and'Crazy Helbo'. Kind of a louder nickname. Because you are just mean, you will only play with people who are weaker than you and play cleverness ~www.mtlnovel.com~ So?" Haierbo's tone is not turbulent.

"You don't even have the ability to be a prophet, but you believe in fate so much. You must have had enough of fate." Nelson shook his head and looked at the stiff Helbo with pity. "Let's wait and see, Mr. Despicable, let me see. See if you can escape by yourself, and see if I can do what I said."

"Yes, some things will definitely happen. That is a historical choice, but some things are not. You must have never studied when you were a child. You don't understand such simple political economy." He put the soft felt. The hat is buttoned to the head, holding on to the brim of the hat and chuckles, "I have completely seen through the fragile nature of your soul, but even though you are so weak and weak enough to disappoint me, our transaction is still valid. I think I prefer to collect. An unfinished Horcrux, and the more fragile soul in it."

Without waiting for Haierbo's response, Nelson turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared into the illusion, leaving the trilby left alone and Haierbo's eyes widened.

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