My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 193 Who won?
Tom didn't find any trace of it, but the black snake in his hand reflected it, raised his upper body and made a strike, but was scratched by a paw and turned into black smoke, which disappeared.

Tom raised his head and found a silver falcon covered with steel feathers flying above his head. Its sharp claws didn't even leave any scratches after tearing apart the black snake's hard scales.

"It's great, it's great!" Tom murmured with fascination in his eyes, looking at the giant bird that was rushing towards him above his head, "Gnar, you should give up those weak toys. Magic, that's Transfiguration."

The falcon spread its wings. Even though it was indoors, everyone who saw it had a feeling of covering the sky and the sun. Its wingspan was more than ten meters long. Compared with its huge wings, its body It seems a bit too slender, but for such a huge creature, only such a huge power can support its dexterous figure. Tom opened his hand and greeted the pounced claws, his eyes were full of Frenzy and excitement.

Seeing this scene, Nelson's pupils shrank sharply, but before he could react, the steel claws had already torn Tom's body severely.

"Tom?" Nelson cried out, but found that the scene of blood splatter did not appear. Tom's torn body flew out and turned into twisting black snakes in the air. They fell to the ground and flew quickly. Drilling into the crevices of the gravel on the ground, under Nelson's watchful eyes, these black snakes climbed to a relatively intact platform opposite him, intertwined with each other, and gathered into a human shape. Soon, the limbs and fingers became distinct, and the black snakes Slide down from the top, gradually revealing Tom's face.

He opened his eyes, twisted his neck, flicked the non-existent ashes on the intact robe, and said, "Gnar, this is what I want to see."

"That's exactly what you wanted."

Nelson sighed, worried for nothing. He raised his wand and waved it lightly. The surrounding broken stones flew towards his feet. Soon, under the surprised eyes of the surrounding audience, he was bombarded with spells. Kong's high platform stood up again, like a new one.

He raised his head, and the silver falcon fluttered its wings, flashed behind him, spread its wings, exuding a silver shimmer all over its body, and raised its head and croaked like a totem.

"So beautiful……"

As Tom said, he raised his hand and shot a red light at the silver falcon, but it didn't dodge or defend at all, and didn't even look at it, allowing the spell to hit him, but the swift spell hit the silver falcon It was instantly swallowed by its steel feathers, without even leaving a trace.

"What did you use to conjure this bird?" Tom stared at the feather that had just been hit, and asked, "I checked, and there is nothing wrong with the ring, not a single stone is missing."

"Use the chandelier above your head." Nelson pointed upwards, and said, "Give up, ordinary spells won't even scratch the skin."

"Is it possible to transform something so far away?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise. In everyone's impression, the transformation technique can only be performed on objects at hand, and even requires a certain degree of contact. He asked , "Then why did you stick your wand in the ground?"

"In order to make you feel that I have tampered with the ring."

Nelson shrugged, and when Tom opened his mouth to ask another question, he jerked his hand up and swung it down.

Two large stone hands rushed out from the ground on Tom's left and right sides, and pinched him in the palms. Under Nelson's manipulation, the two hands fused with each other, forming a thick and strong rock shackle , wrapped Tom firmly, only one head was exposed outside, he stood still, and continued, "Actually, I did tamper with the ring."

After all, he waved his wand one after another, casting spells on the fist-shaped shackles one after another. Its material quickly turned into a metallic color with flowing silver light, and the surrounding magic power also sealed Tom firmly.

"Ha ha ha," Tom laughed heartily, but because of the constraints of the shackles, his laughter was not loud. After laughing, he said, "You will sneak up on me. You know? Before the fight, I thought you would They sneaked up on me, I didn't expect it to be at this time."

"Actually, I think so too." Nelson nodded, "It looks like I'm one step ahead of you."

"Actually, it's not too fast." Tom didn't feel restrained by others, but said happily, "Why did you make two hands? Isn't a simple cage more magical?"

"Is magic without ornamental magic still called magic?" Nelson shrugged and said, "Do you need me to call the referee? I don't believe that you can escape a second time in a short period of time by turning into a snake."

"I don't believe it either, but don't worry." Tom blinked and looked behind Nelson.

"Tom, you can't fool me." Nelson was unmoved.

"Okay." Tom curled his lips and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to use his strength to break free from Nelson's restraint.

"What are you doing?" Nelson asked. "Do you know what this layer is on the outside of you? It's an alloy, the alloy used by Muggles to build tanks. You can't break free, and you can't move your hands, right?"

"Okay..." Tom seemed to give up resistance, his eyes were empty, and he stared blankly ahead, his eyes lost focus.

"Playing dumb won't get me to let you out," Nelson whistled. "I'm going to see the referee."

After that, he turned his head and looked out of the field.

Just as Tom was out of the corner of his eye, a wand was pressed against Nelson's neck.

"Gnar, why do you think... I will crawl out of the snakes?" Tom's voice came into his ear with a smile, "And why do you think that I can crawl out of the snakes with two clumsy hands?" Catch me? Can you catch your own cat with only two hands?"

Nelson turned his head and met Tom's scarlet eyes. He raised his mouth triumphantly, looked up at the motionless silver falcon behind Nelson, and said, "It's a pity that I didn't experience its power."

"Isn't that you?" Nelson turned his head and looked at "Tom" who was trapped on the opposite side. There was nothing there, except for two fists covering a human-shaped hole.Nelson sighed and said, "Although I also think it's absurd that you can be grabbed by two hands, it should be you."

"Why? What is the basis of your judgment? Is it the red curse?" Tom said, seeing Nelson's expression changed, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the silver falcon and said, "Why don't you ask it What? What was that red beam that just hit it?"

"Awesome, I didn't expect you to be able to use this kind of substitute magic." Nelson admired.

"I know more." Tom raised his eyebrows.

"I will get a lot." Nelson turned his head, and Tom realized that the half of Nelson's neck held by his wand had already turned into a giant's stone skin. It seemed that the magic resistance was ridiculously high. He turned his head , and hit Tom hard again, Tom was afraid that his wand would be broken by Nelson, so he had to get out of the way, which made Nelson break through the restraint.

"I feel like Dumbledore is lying to me." Tom took a few steps back, distanced himself from Nelson, and said bitterly, "He told me that there is no way for a human to become a magical animal."

"It's not a magical animal."

Nelson tapped his neck lightly with his wand, and the stone skin that looked so old that it was about to grow moss quickly shattered and turned into stone powder and fell off. He introduced: "This is the stone skin technique. American wizards were good at herbal medicine before they had wands. And shamanism, and all kinds of magical primitive potions are the result of the combination of the two, stone skin has been widely used in the battle of hunting magical animals, this is the treasure of the Goblin Academy."

"Goblin Academy? Do goblins still go to school?" Tom asked casually.

"That's an academy in Ilvermorny that specializes in cultivating high-level healers." Nelson said, "It's just called that."

"Okay," Tom nodded, looking at the rapt audience, "it will take too much time for us to fight like this. They must be impatient to have a real duel with their companions, why don't we Hurry up."

"One move determines the outcome?" A gust of wind blew up behind Nelson, and the silver falcon began to flutter its wings, as if it couldn't hold back its desire to fight.

"One move determines the outcome." Tom nodded, looking at the Silver Falcon behind Nelson and said, "But my spell is not some animal... I have it!"

He opened his hands, flew into the air, and let out a hissing and haha ​​sound. The students in the audience showed awe and awe, and soon began to explain what Parseltongue was to the people around them.

Tom nodded in satisfaction, and slowly raised his wand. A cloud of black smoke slowly formed in his hand. It quickly spread and enveloped everyone's heads. In the middle of it, dense roars sounded.

Nelson nodded, and the silver falcon behind him flapped his wings suddenly and disappeared from people's sight in an instant.

In the next second, he had already rushed into the darkness, flailing his wings and sharp claws, tearing the smoke into pieces.

Tom's voice came lightly: "I admit that your big bird is cool, hard, and powerful, but it is your toy-like creation after all."

"Toy?"

"Yes, in the final analysis it is just a chandelier, a piece of iron, or a few candles." Tom said with a tricky smile, "It has no soul, even if it can defend itself against the bombardment of the curse, it cannot resist the will Erosion, that smoke has the effect of blocking magic power, without your magic power support, soon, it will not even know what it is going to do."

"Really?" Nelson couldn't see a trace of panic on his face, he asked back, "Why did you confirm that it has no soul?"

"Could it be that you can transform into conscious creatures at will?"

"I can't." Nelson shook his head and continued, "But this doesn't prevent me from providing it with a temporary soul—or in other words, I created a temporary body for my Patronus."

"What did you say? Is that your Patronus?"

"Yes."

Nelson looked at the sky, as if in the billowing black smoke, two raptors, one silver and one white, were fighting with something. They shuttled through it, seemingly invincible.

……

"Which one of them won?"

"I don't know, I didn't see it. Did you see it?"

"I didn't see it either."

The whispers in the audience were more frequent than when Tom and Nelson were dueling. When Tom passed by, they stopped communicating and began to make gestures.

"You are too clumsy, haven't you learned the Iron Armor Curse yet?"

After the duel, Tom covered his face and stood in front of a round-headed little boy. His face was bruised and purple. The boy was contacting his companion just now with the Iron Armor Curse, but his defensive ability of the Iron Armor Curse was not good enough. As expected, he fell and flew out again and again, which is how these scars on his face came, and there will only be more on his body.

Tom looked down at the boy and asked, "What grade are you in?"

"Third grade, Mr. Riddle." The boy's words were filled with honorifics, but it could be heard that he was not afraid of Tom's power like others, but simply respected the strong. He raised his head and looked at Tom. eyes, said, "My name is Moody, Alastor Moody."

"Oh, Moody?" asked Tom, looking intently. "First time?"

"Yes." Moody nodded, "My fellow Christian Jewell introduced me here, and I want to become a powerful wizard!"

When he said the phrase "a powerful wizard", Moody stood up straight, raised his voice, and said loudly as if shouting a slogan, which caused the students around him to burst into laughter. Tom glared at them, lowered his head, and looked at Moody, flushed but not discouraged, asked, "Are you a Gryffindor?"

"Yes, do you know me?" Moody couldn't believe it.

"No, I don't know you, but Nelson does." Tom pointed to Nelson, who was chatting happily with the late Alphard not far away, and said, "When you entered the branch, he said you would go to Gryffindor Well, you did go to Gryffindor in the end."

"He..." Moody found Nelson in the corner along Tom's fingers, scratched his head, and said, "Does Mr. Williams think I am suitable for Gryffindor? Professor Dumbledore said the same, but I don't know Where is it worthy of it..."

"Perhaps Williams thinks his stupid, shaggy appearance is very suitable for Gryffindor!" A sharp voice suddenly interspersed, a tall, thin and long-faced boy with dreadlocks was watching the bruised and swollen Moody with cold eyes, mocking Said, "After all, this is a necessary quality for Gryffindor."

"Is lack of quality a necessary quality for Slytherin?" Tom scolded, "Jeffrey, I didn't ask you, don't insert yourself into other people's conversations—or do you think your level of Iron Armor Curse is very high? How about Let's try, can your Iron Armor Curse block the Holding Curse?"

"Hold... sorry." Jeffrey immediately changed his face, rubbed his hands and begged for forgiveness, "I'm going to practice a duel."

After all, he dragged his opponent and trotted towards the side field.

"Come and demonstrate to everyone at the next event." Looking at Jeffrey's back, Tom shouted, and now the people around him laughed even more happily.

"Sorry, Jeffrey sometimes doesn't like to talk about people, but if you know him for a long time, you will find that he is still very enthusiastic." Tom said, "By the way, where did we just talk? "

"No, it's okay." Moody waved his hand and said, "I don't know why I was assigned to Gryffindor. I don't feel like a Gryffindor at all."

"You need to find out by yourself," Tom shrugged, expressing his helplessness. "Nelson still doesn't know why he was assigned to Slytherin. He always thinks he can go to Ravenclaw. Regarding this question, I don't know I can’t help you. But when you just released the Iron Armor Curse, there were some problems with your gestures. I can help you correct it. Look at me. When casting the Iron Armor Curse, your wrist should be retracted. It’s similar to shaking, but don’t force it. Fold inward..."

(End of this chapter)