My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 136 The Winged Demon

"I mean, you're accompanied by an extremely dangerous magical animal."

"Me? There are magical animals around me." Nelson was a little puzzled and asked, "What is it? How do you know?"

"Do you remember your backpack? That backpack you always forget." Tom raised his head to look at Nelson's head urgently, as if trying to control an old-fashioned racing game with somatosensory, but unfortunately, the mirror did not Unable to change his perspective, he said anxiously, "Didn't you say you were with Newt Scamander? Let him figure out a way for you!"

"My backpack, let me think about it...don't worry, Newt isn't with me, please explain what's going on first." Nelson didn't dare to be careless when it came to his own safety, but he was determined. I didn't understand what Tom was talking about, so I had to persuade him to calm down, and finally asked, "Do I still have the habit of backpacking? I remember that I always put things in my pockets."

"How can I not be in a hurry?" Tom was really in a hurry, his fingers almost poked Nelson's nose through the mirror, "Look at you, you have forgotten everything, your symptoms are obviously in the late stage."

"That's a good talk." Nelson spread his hands and shook his head helplessly, "Do you think I'm still doing well now? If it's really urgent, I might have hung up already. Why don't you clarify the matter first, and I'll talk about it later." Go to Newt and find a solution to the problem."

"Well," Tom calmed down, and said, "You used to have a backpack and carried it every day, but I haven't seen you carry it since our first meeting. Think about it carefully, is there such a thing? ? You wrote the word 'backpack' on your hand to remind yourself to figure out what was going on."

"It seems to be the case..." Nelson scratched his head.

"You!" Seeing that Nelson hadn't seen him for a few days, he was becoming more and more like a fool, but Tom was not in a hurry. He deeply understood that if Nelson really wanted to become a fool in the next second, there was nothing he could do, so he had to calm down , continued, "That night you went to the owl room on the top of the Ravenclaw tower to send a letter, and encountered an accident with the portrait. You told me, do you remember?"

"I remember all of this," Nelson put away the smile on his face, and asked with a serious face, "You mean that my memory was erased because I saw something I shouldn't have seen? But I still remember, The only people or things I saw that night were a little bit shady were Professor Dumbledore's sister Ariana, and Professor Sykes' sister, Jokunda Sykes..."

Having said that, Nelson narrowed his eyes and realized where the problem was.

"That's right," Tom nodded relieved to see Nelson seemed to be back to normal, "I finally don't have to communicate with an idiot... I mean, I just met a man in Paris who called himself Jokunda Sek The witch of Si, after she was controlled by me, she confessed that she once hid a magical animal in your bag. I suspected it was an egg or something, but now the bag is empty, so I suspect it may have been staying by your side. "

"So you're saying, I forgot my bag because of its impact?" Nelson didn't doubt that Tom could contain a graduated witch, he just frowned and traced the parchment with his fingertips Scar, "but I don't think a critter just out of an egg is going to steal my wand and say 'forget it all' in my face."

"It's not the Forgetting Curse..." Tom was anxious again.

"Is it the Winged Demon?" Nelson rubbed his chin, and a word that Tom hadn't heard suddenly popped out of his mouth.

"What did you say?"

"The Winged Demon," Nelson said in a heavy tone, "is a very dangerous magical animal. Its venom can make people lose their memory. At the same time, it also feeds on people's memories. The danger is that this magical animal likes... ...uh, likes to eat people's brains."

"What?" cried Tom, his eyes widening. "Keep your head down, and I'll see!"

"It's all right." Nelson smiled, "If my brain was bitten even a little bit, what you see now I should have crooked mouth and squint eyes. Look, my hair is not even short, but more It's thick."

Nelson stroked his hair, and there was even a hint of golden light under his pale golden scalp, "As far as I know, there is only one magical animal that can affect people's memory, and that is the Winged Demon."

"Anything else?"

"No, this is the most interesting part."

"What?" Tom felt that Nelson's IQ had returned, but he couldn't understand what he said.

"For a magical animal like the Winged Demon, eating human brains is almost an instinct, but you can also tell that my brain is unharmed."

Tom: "I have reservations."

"Come on, you must be jealous of my hairline," Nelson said, glancing at Tom in the mirror, "but I've been in Nurmengard almost all these days, and I can't think of any brains he can eat , if it dares to make a move in Nurmengard, Grindelwald's Voldebat will teach it what it means to be a magical animal with its tail between its legs."

"Voltebat? What's that?"

"How should I tell you?" Nelson really didn't know how to describe this special magical animal, until he caught a glimpse of the scene behind Tom, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Here, the thing flying behind you It's Voldebat... Has Grindelwald gone to Paris?"

"What?" Tom turned his head.

While Tom turned to look at Voldebat, Nelson held his chin and continued to think, "This kind of cub should be in need of food the most, and I take a bath almost every day, but I have never found a big one lying on my body. Moths... If it is indeed a Winged Demon, it must need a lot of food."

"Where is the large amount of food? A large amount of human brains? Or... a large amount of memory?" Nelson looked up, and found that Tom's attention was still immersed in the giant volleyball that could fill the sky over Paris, and then lowered his head. head, muttering to himself, "Grindelwald told me that the lost fog in the misty illusion will erode the souls staying there all the time, and the gaps in the walls formed by the lost fog are filled with the memories of the lost... ...I think I've found you."

"Tom!" Nelson cried suddenly.

"I have to say, it's really cool...what's the matter?" Tom turned his head, saw Nelson's bright eyes, and asked happily, "Did you find it?"

"I'll do a magic trick for you, Tom." Nelson pulled out the Gaunt family ring from his pocket, put it on his index finger and shook it, "If you regret it, I can give it back to you at any time."

"Change yours." Tom pouted, hiding the curiosity in his eyes, "It's just a useless junk, it's not as good as the pair of chandeliers I just sold last week."

"Look at it!" Nelson closed his eyes, and suddenly there were strands of white mist around him. They were agitating, and pale and haggard hands stretched out from the mist and grabbed Nelson.

Tom looked at all this in horror: "Hey! Your magic is not to kill yourself, is it?"

Soon, the mirror in Tom's hand was only white, until Nelson's voice came, "Of course not, Tom, welcome to the illusion, this is my world."

"Your world?" Tom rubbed his eyes and looked at the environment around Nelson: white, white or white... He looked at the empty and seemingly full white background behind Nelson, and asked, "This is what you said Is it a blurred illusion?"

"That's right, Tom," Nelson nodded, narrowed his eyes, and raised his right hand holding a small metal ball, "We will come here for a walk after we die."

"Can't you not die?" Tom muttered, "Just think of Nick Flamel..."

Nelson didn't speak, a glove with silver light slowly formed on his hand, and then he quickly stretched out his right hand, inserting it into the thin fog wall in front of him.

"I caught you," he withdrew his hand, holding an exquisite birdcage. A blue-green butterfly covered with spikes was struggling violently in the cage. He grinned and smiled at Tom. , "Help me a lot, Tom, the funny thing is, I thought it was Grindelwald or Helbo who had been having a nervous breakdown before."

"Is that it?" Tom looked at the butterfly in the cage that was less than a palm long in disbelief. After trying to break through the cage in vain, it wrapped itself in its wings and curled up, like a green, pointed butterfly. The thorny cocoon, he confirmed, "is that the thing?"

"That's right," Nelson carefully cast multiple protection spells and strengthening spells on the birdcage, and then changed a combination box to lock it in. He took back his bloody right hand and showed it to Tom in front of the mirror, and said with lingering fear, "Can you Don't underestimate the little guy, generally this kind of thing that is not big but can run wild in nature is more or less unique."

"Indeed," said Tom deeply, "I just used a little snake to control Jokunda Sykes."

"Huh... I feel much better. I don't know if it's my illusion. I feel that the smart IQ has taken over the high ground again." After closing the lockbox firmly, Nelson took out a long breath and took out a white stained The bandage was wrapped around my hand, "Look at how it tied my hand."

"Hiss...that's amazing," Tom gasped when he saw Nelson's miserable right hand, and said, "It makes me suspect that your head is very hard, otherwise you might have died on the first day."

"Not necessarily," Nelson shook his head, "This dangerous magical animal has extraordinary instincts, it may smell the smell of the mist on me, and the mist of mist will devour memories-this is its food , look at this wall, the gaps in the mist are filled with the memories of the dead souls, almost eaten away by it."

Nelson turned the two-way mirror to show Tom the wall of fog up close.

"Oh... what is this, the apple pie made by Aunt Susan next door to Merlin's." Tom made a retching sound, "Take it away quickly, it's disgusting."

"Oh, well." Nelson turned back to the mirror and heard Tom ask curiously, "So how are you going to get back?"

"Don't worry, I'll take you to see someone."

"People?" Tom felt that the three views had been refreshed again, and asked, "Is there anyone else in this ghost place?"

"I didn't make it clear to you before that the famous dark wizard in ancient Greece, the despicable Haierbo, is now trapped in the illusion because of his crappy and funny Horcrux. He can't survive or die." Nelson threw He took out his wand and said softly, "Guide the direction."

When the wand stopped turning, he waved his hand to disperse the fog wall, walked in one direction, and introduced: "This place is very strange, you will go to different corners of the environment from different places, but the distance between them seems to be the same , as long as you know the direction, you can get there quickly.”

"I remember, I thought you said you dug him in some cave, and you showed me a magic book, which was as green as radiation," Tom asked cautiously, "You don't know how to learn from it?" magic?"

"I don't dare to look at that thing, that fellow Hai Erbo has a bad stomach, otherwise why would he be called a despicable Hai Erbo? If I was sucked by a straw inserted by the Winged Demon, I might be sent to the hospital in time, and St. Mungo might still be alive." Brains' stuff," Nelson said, shrugging as he walked, "but if I read Helbo's book, I might really be a fool."

"Great and merciful master, I may have been despicable and shameless, but my sincerity to you can be witnessed by the world and the sun and the moon!" The fog wall in front of Nelson suddenly parted, and a green-robed wizard wearing a hood The waist greeted in front, "My master, you are finally here."

"Can you stop talking like this, it sounds disgusting." Nelson felt physically uncomfortable, trembling, and said to Tom in the mirror, "Am I right?"

"It's quite low." Tom nodded earnestly, and then carefully glanced at Helbo next to Nelson. From the books left by Slytherin, Tom also had a certain understanding of this notorious dark wizard. Can't help worrying about Nelson.

"Master, is this a black double-sided mirror?" Haierbo narrowed his eyes, looked at the mirror in Nelson's hand, and asked, "Is there still a thing like this?"

"You know it?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, walked around Haierbo, walked to the chair he had left in the open space, and asked, "Did there be double-sided mirrors in ancient Greece? No, there were mirrors back then?"

"Yes, master." Haierbo glanced at the throne that was one meter away from the ground, then consciously ran to Nelson, fell on the ground, let him step on his back, and said, "The black wizards have mastered the communication , it’s a monopoly technology.”

"Dark wizard?"

"No, it's the black wizard, master."

"Black wizard? Black? Well, in a few years, Muggles will be able to make video calls." Nelson sat on a chair disapprovingly, crossed his legs and asked, "during the time I was not here, did you have another Remember anything worth reporting?"

Hai Erbo was lying on the ground, his face was buried deep in the mist, and his eyes kept rolling.

Sitting on the throne, Nelson cocked his feet, holding the armrest so hard that his knuckles turned white. Ever since he discovered that he could locate each other in the Misty Illusion, he had suspected more than once that Haierbo had found other soul fragments and made contact with it or them. There is communication.

Tom, on the other hand, observed secretly through the mirror. He felt that Nelson really looked like a big boss among dark wizards, but he didn't think it should be like this.

(End of this chapter)