My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 103 Armor Fusion?No, it's Kamen Rider, transform!
"Good brother! I'm here to help!"

The holy golden light burst out from Nelson's chest, burning Haierbo's remnant soul blindly. Accompanied by a burst of passionate music, a set of simple and heavy plate armor covered his whole body, and a gleaming silver crown A full-coverage visor appeared in front of him, the visor of the visor opened and closed, and a thick male voice came from it.

"The armor fits together!" The visor slowly lifted up and was about to be buckled on Nelson's head, "I'll show up in time!"

"Wait!" Nelson grabbed the visor with one hand and stopped its movement, "We should put it another way..."

"what?"

"Come on, Hansen!"

Nelson picked up the helmet and buckled it on his head. As the buckle on the neck made a "click" sound, the whole suit of armor became one, and the elf-like halo flowed on the clean and bright armor. The light effect burned the side of the giant snake's skeleton facing him into a large scorching mark, and the flame met the residue of the soul, sizzling and emitting a disgusting smell.

Nelson's body moved uncontrollably. He slightly bent his knees and squatted halfway on the top of the high platform. Then his legs suddenly exerted force, and the high platform that had been turned into metal by the transformation technique instantly gave birth to cracks spreading all over his body from the inside out. In the next second, Nelson appeared under the black shadow above his head, and raised his right fist against the huge skull smashing down.

"BOOOOOM—"

The moment the right fist touched the lower jaw of the skull, the snake's head was stumbled by the huge impact, and Nelson clenched his left fist again, and hit the stagnant snake's head hard.

Cobweb-like cracks quickly spread and grew along the place where Nelson's fist fell, and then there was a neat "click" sound next to his ears. It sounded like a sound, but it was actually the sound of countless bones breaking At the same time, the hair grows, and the original subtle sound becomes extremely obvious.

This picture stagnant in the air froze for a few seconds, and even the sound disappeared in this space, like an animation playing a freeze-frame picture due to insufficient funds.

In the next instant, the ferocious tower covered with steel thorns and shimmering with metallic luster cracked, and the sharp debris struggled to maintain its original shape, and then scattered in all directions in an instant, ejecting chaotically like countless sharp daggers, It completely covered the huge snake body that wrapped around the tower, making a tooth-piercing cutting sound, and where Nelson's fist fell, grains of bone dregs fell, more and more, more and more - Nelson saw the giant The snake's skull opened its jaws to an unimaginable angle, and let out a soul-shattering roar in the silence.

Immediately afterwards, it exploded completely, turning into pale bone dust, mixed with the metal fragments flying upwards from below.

The remains of this prehistoric monster finally turned to ashes and ashes to ashes, leaving only the eye sockets where Haierbo was hiding, slowly falling in the shape of a thin and fragile ring.

Nelson found a slightly larger piece of metal debris flying in the sky, took a light step, and slowly fell in the storm of bone dust and metal debris. These high-speed moving debris kept hitting the armor on his body, sending out rapid and continuous knock hit sound.

Nelson fell lightly to the ground and saw Haierbo's remnant soul frozen in the eye frame of the snake bone, and remained silent for a long time. After experiencing such an unexpected storm, his soul seemed to be thinner.

He stood on the opposite side of Haierbo's remnant soul without saying a word. The storm above his head gradually lost its vitality. They spread across the entire sky and then fell slowly, turning into a sharp and dead rain—this may be the result of this lonely land. The land has rained for the first time since its birth.

"Despicable Haierbo."

Nelson's voice came out from the armor, which seemed thick and ancient. He took two steps forward, raised his left hand to hold the helmet's visor, lifted it upwards, raised his right hand, and pointed at Haierbo with his wand:

"Come, count your sins."

"I've repented! My master!" Hearing Nelson's voice, Haierbo's remnant soul, who had been dazed before, suddenly regained consciousness. He raised his head to look at Nelson, lay down on the ground with lightning speed, and kept crawling towards Nelson , he moved like a funny big toad, quickly crawled to Nelson's feet, stretched his neck and kissed the iron boots under his feet.

His lips were burned by the halo lingering on the armor, and his body became thinner, but he kept repeating his movements as if he didn't care about the pain, while begging for mercy: "My great master, I am honored to be your Your pet! My great master, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your property! My great master..."

The armor controlled Nelson's leg, kicked him away, and made a disgusted voice: "It's disgusting, can you stop letting this guy kiss me?"

"Well, I don't know where you kicked him." Nelson slightly bent his knees, jumped up, and looked towards the direction where Haierbo's remnant soul disappeared. The remnant soul was struggling to crawl forward in his direction. He moved skillfully and quickly. He landed and knocked on his chest, "It will take a while for him to crawl over. Why don't you come down first, it's strange to be contained inside by you."

"Okay, I haven't moved my body for a long time. I was afraid of scaring the students in the castle, so I stood there and didn't dare to move. I only dared to fall apart occasionally."

The armor was stripped from Nelson's body piece by piece, and quickly assembled into its original shape in front of him—the armor displayed at the door of Dumbledore's office, but with a lot less dust and some special effects added. The direction of the leg was backwards, so he couldn't wait to start the conversation, "My good brother, how good you are."

"What will happen?" After strenuous exercise, Nelson was a little tired. He looked up at the metal rain flying in the sky, tapped his wand, and the flying metal fragments flew towards a steel thorn residue at his feet, and they melted together , sticking to each other, and finally an exquisitely carved iron chair appeared beside him, and Nelson sat on it, looking at the armor that was enjoying the "movement addiction".

"To be honest, I can be regarded as an old man who has lived for many years, but I have never seen you so good at pretending."

It paced in front of Nelson, looked at him in a circle, and kept opening and closing its visor to make a "tsk tsk" exclamation: "Merlin's pants, come, count your sins... I now think of this sentence I still get goose bumps when I say it, I want to write it down, and I must tell others when I have the opportunity to go out in the future.”

"The armor doesn't get goosebumps. You should be rusted. I'll polish it for you." Nelson stood up, raised his wand, and approached the armor with a grim expression. "I need you to count your sins." ?"

"No, no, no, thank you." Armor waved his hand quickly, while stepping back, he tripped over a rock under his feet, fell to his buttocks and squatted, and the helmet "bone-like" rolled a long way, Nelson sat back again , and the good brother Jiajia came back with the helmet, put it on the ground, and sat on it. Its head buzzed under its buttocks to invite credit, "To be honest, my grand debut can be said to be very Just in time."

"It's really timely..." Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the appearance of his good brother Cannian, he couldn't help changing it into a chair, "If you come a step late, I can kill him alone. "

"It's so deformed... Hahahaha, good brother, you are still so humble," Jiajia put his head back, sat on the chair and let out a barbell-like laugh, and then talked about another less embarrassing topic, "How can you provoke me?" To him?"

"Him? Hai Erbo?"

"Yes, he is a notorious dark wizard. The first time I came here, I thought I was going to explain it here." Armor patted his chest with lingering fear, and gave a hollow echo, "I didn't expect us to be so strong, Actually beat him in his base camp."

"Base camp?" Nelson caught a key word, "You mean, this is Haierbo's base camp?"

"Yeah, anyone who understands death knows that only split souls stay in the Misty Illusion." Armor nodded, "Helbo hasn't died after being killed by Pythia for so many years, the body must have stayed in the Misty Illusion Well, a person like him, even if he becomes a weak remnant soul, will definitely find a way to survive. Isn’t that corpse just now the best example? He can even cast simple magic—— , why can you use a wand here?"

"No, why did you come in with a wand? Isn't this the Misty Illusion?"

"Here it is. I'm not an ignorant person, so I naturally have a reason to bring things here." Nelson raised his chin humbly, staring at his good brother with his nostrils, "Why did you appear here? Say Really, in my imagination, there are countless people who may break into the battlefield between Haierbo and me, but you are definitely not included among them."

"Don't you think that's how we feel about our relationship?" Armor let out an artificial cry like a dumbbell, "Don't I—"

"..."

"Okay, it's Albus." The armor spread his hands helplessly, and explained, "He set a protection spell on you, and the trigger mechanism is quite complicated—"

"What mechanism?"

"Hmm...let me imagine," the armor held his chin, thinking, "You need to face the threat of black magic that can cause death or loss of autonomy after you come into contact with Gellert Grindelwald."

"The snake head just fell off. Is this black magic enough to kill people?"

"Maybe, I don't know too well." Armor shook his head, "Anyway, the mechanism is like this. My surface is engraved with the magic of exorcising evil spells, so it can dispel all the black magic on your body in an instant... So now I don't know if it's true, but I really didn't expect the two of us to be so good that we can do Hai Erbo."

"This has something to do with the nature of the trance," Nelson shook his head. "If in the real world, Hai Erbo could press us to death with one finger, there would be no need for any snake bones, but here, the magic power is controlled by the soul and thought decides."

"Never mind him, we're really good anyway!" Armor praised, and then asked, "May I tell Albus about this?"

"There is one thing to say, indeed." Nelson narrowed his eyes, stroked the little finger of his left hand, looked at the remnant soul of Haierbo who appeared in his vision and was struggling to crawl, and muttered, "Black magic that is enough to cause death or loss of autonomy ..."

His face became stern in an instant, and he stood up from his chair like a cold black wizard, walked towards Hai Erbo, and stepped on his head.

Hai Erbo really deserves to be a despicable Hai Erbo. At this time, he was still trying to kiss the sole of Nelson's shoe with his mouth, and shouted indistinctly: "Master! I'm back!"

"Find a place to bury yourself, okay?" Nelson looked at him coldly, "It seems that you are still lucky."

"Master... I swear I—"

"Enough, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Nelson stepped hard, and Haierbo's remnant soul's head was trampled into the ground. "Now, immediately, immediately, bring me the Horcrux."

"Master... Please, I—"

"I didn't say it clearly enough?" Nelson looked at the white phantom under his feet. This is a withered image of an old man. This Horcrux should have been made in Hai Erbo's later years, so it looks old. "I don't want to repeat the first Twice."

"Okay...Okay, master, I understand." Haierbo turned into a cloud of white mist, moved away from Nelson's feet, and condensed into the original image, knelt down at his feet, stretched his neck and kissed his shoes Gritting his teeth, he said, "Okay... I'll go right away, and I'll go get it right away."

Then it turned into a white whirlwind and disappeared.

"Okay... good brother, you—" After watching this scene, Jiajia murmured, holding his chest, "Are you going to be a black wizard?"

"Why are you stuttering too? Don't stutter like others, or you will easily stutter yourself." Nelson said to the armor with a smile, "How dare I tell my true face to a wizard like Hai Erbo, who gets along with him kindly , none of them ended up well.”

"That's true." Armor nodded in agreement, stroking his non-existent beard like an old man and said, "You have grown a lot during this study tour."

"Hmph." Nelson squinted at him, sitting on a chair and waiting for Hai Erbo who came galloping from afar.

Haierbo's remnant soul soon appeared in front of him, holding a strangely shaped ring in his hand, which was almost exactly the same as the wound on Nelson's little finger bitten by a snake, in the shape of ouroboros, "Master, this It is the Horcrux you want, but it has not been perfected to the most powerful level, and it still lacks the final ceremony, so you—”

"Don't teach me how to do things, thank you." Nelson grabbed the ring and checked the authenticity with the method he learned from Haibo of Nurmengard. He nodded and put the ring in his pocket, "Yes, you didn't What are you thinking about?"

"It's all for your satisfaction." Haierbo's remnant face showed a flattering smile, and he turned into a white mist and was about to drill into the ring, "Then I'll go in, master."

"Wait," Nelson stretched out his wand to stop him, showing a sarcastic smile, "When did I say I wanted you? You stay here, and I will come back to find you when I need you."

After that, he grabbed the back of the chair and the chair under the armor buttocks, and disappeared with a thought.

"By the way, you can tell Professor Dumbledore my conjecture about the Misty Illusion." In the barracks at the Auschwitz construction site, Nelson said to the armor.

"Okay." Armor looked at Nelson with some confusion, and struggled for a moment before asking, "If I heard correctly, you just got Haierbo's Horcrux."

"Yes, that's it." Nelson took out the green Ouroboros ring from his pocket with his left hand. He noticed that the scar in the shape of ouroboros on his little finger had disappeared, and thought, "So this is the sign of death or death. Is there a threat of black magic that loses its autonomy?"

"May I ask, what are you looking for it for?"

"Of course." Nelson nodded, stretched out his right palm to the armor, and turned the side of the obsidian engraved with the Deathly Hallows logo towards himself, "Look, I have a ring on this hand, so I don't need to wear two Bar."

"I learned from a certain source that Haierbo is preparing to complete his Horcrux with a ceremony of a human tragedy that is about to happen here. According to the prophecy of the ancient female prophet Pythia, a tragic tragedy is about to happen here. Massacre." Nelson said with a heavy tone, "At that time, he will also use this perfect Horcrux to escape from the illusion, and I came here to destroy his plan."

"Oh..." The armor let out an echoing voice, it nodded, and stopped talking about it, and glanced at the two chairs that Nelson was holding, "Why did you even bring out the chairs?"

"Bring it out?" Nelson shook his head, "No, I brought it in."

"what?"

"To tell you the truth, the only magic I can use is Transfiguration. It is very inconvenient to use the materials at hand when fighting against the enemy." Nelson pulled out his wand, tapped the back of the chair lightly, and they quickly curled up into a group It turned into two shiny metal balls, he grabbed the balls and stuffed them into his pocket, explaining, "So I prepared a lot of these small balls, which can be used as spell-casting materials for Transfiguration when dueling with people. "

"Look." Nelson lifted the hem of the windbreaker, raised it above the table, let go of his hand, and let it fall freely. Only a loud "bang" was heard, and a big hole was smashed into the conference table in the command room. Hand, "The quality of this table is a bit poor, but I have a lot of these small balls in my pocket, and of course, there are some other things."

"I understand." Jiajia nodded, smacked his lips and sighed, this action on the armor is to keep opening and closing his own face armor, "As expected of my good brother, he has a hand."

"It's still thanks to you."

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Nelson sat at the top of the command table, raised his legs to put his leather boots on the table, and hummed leisurely until the chaotic sound of military boots hitting the ground sounded outside the tent.

(End of this chapter)