My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 227 The person he cares about most
Dumbledore opened the suitcase and spread it out on the ground. The huge suitcase was empty, except for a few pieces of white debris that looked like flakes of stone. He took out something that Nelson couldn't see, and put it gently on the ground.

Then, he drew out his wand and pointed at Nagini, who was coiled on the root of the tree and was convulsing constantly. A milky white light slowly flew out of the wand and climbed onto the most hideous wound on Nagini's body. He put away his wand, The milky white light diffused and extended as if possessing substance, and soon climbed to Nagini's whole body, wrapping her like a protective film.

Nagini's convulsions stopped, and Nelson didn't know what a snake's heartbeat was like, but he heard a soothing, human-like heartbeat reverberating powerfully through the cavern.

"The spell is 'healing wounds'," Dumbledore explained after seeing Nelson's curious eyes, "it's Miss Joy's improved emergency medical spell, and your friend should be similar, by the way , come closer."

Nelson nodded, and walked towards him around the area where Dumbledore put his things. He glanced several times on the way, but he still didn't see anything, not even the phantom of the light refracted by the glass. He couldn't help looking more glanced at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and waited quietly. For a while, the whole cave was so quiet that only the sound of water dripping on the rock wall was left. The tree would not move, and neither would Nelson. Under the influence of Dumbledore's curse, Nagini fell into a deadly sleep. At this moment, the time here seemed to be frozen.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe an hour, a loud and clear phoenix cry suddenly resounded throughout the underground cave, and the thick yew roots trembled, as if they had sensed the coming creature.

A small flame appeared in Dumbledore's raised hand. It was weak, active and warm, bringing the damp and cold cave into a spring-like temperature for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the flame swelled suddenly, expanding outward like an explosion, instantly turning the surrounding stone walls red, and the next second, the sound of the phoenix's cry became clearer and clearer. In the hottest center of the flame, a beautiful and elegant The bird opened its arms and rushed out!
She flapped her wings and sang, and the warm golden light rained down in the air, illuminating the dark underground as if it were day.

The phoenix has a slender body and wings and tail feathers that are too long compared to the body. This proportion may not be coordinated on any creature, only the noble phoenix is ​​the only exception.

She seemed to have stepped into reality from mythology in a gorgeous long dress. It was difficult for Nelson to distinguish between this bird, which he could only describe as "beautiful", and the small, wrinkled, fledged chicken. Connecting with the animals, she stretched her wings and flew in the cave. The originally wide cavity now seemed cramped, and the only thing worthy of her was the sky.

"Fox, she will leave it to you."

Dumbledore put down his hand, looked at the phoenix hovering above his head, and asked in a deep voice.

Fawkes, who was flying happily, slowed down, lowered her head to look at Dumbledore, and uttered a short cry, which was regarded as a greeting. She tilted her head and glanced at Nelson behind Dumbledore. The extra movement suddenly appeared beside Nagini like a phantom.

She put her head close to Nagini's body, let out a sigh-like cry, and stepped on a nearby branch.

"Let's go, Nelson." Dumbledore looked at Nelson with some expectation, blinked his eyes, and said, "The problem of the soul needs to be solved in the world of the soul. To tell you the truth, I have never been to the Misty Illusion yet! "

Nelson nodded, wisps of mist came from the hollows in all directions, and under Fox's curious gaze, he and Dumbledore disappeared into the mist.

Fox looked at the fog in the cave, flapped his wings in disgust, and flew to Nagini.

A few kilometers away, in Nelson's hut, Rowena, who was drinking tea with Tom and telling anecdotes about Slytherin, suddenly stopped talking and looked in the direction of the tree stump.

"What's the matter? Ms. Ravenclaw." Tom, who was a bit overheard, thought Rowena was choking on the pastry, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's continue with the story of the duel between Salazar and Godric on the northern coast of Ireland," Rowena put down the teacup, Tom filled it up for her quickly, she picked up the teacup with satisfaction, and took a sip , not caring about the temperature at all, "Slytherin, when Salazar was your age, he was not as good as you."

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"Is this the Misty Illusion?" Dumbledore was very curious about everything that was white here, and stretched out his hand to the constantly surging air wall around him, grabbed a handful of Misty Fog into his palm, and rubbed it carefully.

"Yes, Professor." Nelson nodded.

"Will I come here after I die?" Dumbledore was full of curiosity, and kept looking at the surrounding scenery. "Is everyone coming from the same place? Or is it the same as the place where we live? There are different regions."

"I don't know, Professor."

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked at Nelson, who had a big tongue, with some concern, and asked with concern, "I thought you just bit your tongue, why is your soul—"

"I came in by myself," Nelson opened his mouth to reveal a green leaf inside, then closed his mouth and explained, "Sorry, I have something in my mouth."

"Mandrake leaves?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "That's right, Minerva told me that you want to practice Animagus. Speaking of which, Albania is indeed a good place to practice Animagus." , is there any difficulty?"

"I haven't encountered it yet."

"Well, I don't think you'll have any problems."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Dumbledore, seeing that Nelson was really awkward in speaking, proposed to get down to business first.

"Let's go, where is that girl?"

As soon as the words fell, Nelson suddenly stretched out his hand forward, and with a strong wave, the thick fog wall separated to the two sides, and the scene in front of Dumbledore turned rapidly. In the next second, the two were in the same place as the outside world, but changed Cave of colors.

The scenery in Misty Illusion is similar to the outside world, but it is different. These stretched scenery are more magnificent and absurd than the outside world. For Dumbledore who came out of such a place, the root system in front of him is like a mythical world. The tree-like pure white yew had already shocked him so much, he sighed, but quickly recovered his mood, and looked solemnly at the thin figure sitting at the bottom of the roots with his knees hugged.

Nagini was still wearing the long green dress that Rowena had woven for her, and the leaves on it were already withered and yellow. She curled up, her whole body trembling slightly, her hands wrapped around her knees, and she buried her face deeply in her arms.

Dumbledore took a step forward and strode towards Nagini after Nelson. Snakes are very sensitive, but their footsteps did not disturb her at all.

"Nagini," Nelson approached and called softly, "Professor Dumbledore is here. He is the best transfiguration master in the world."

"Huh?" Nagini's voice was extremely hoarse, with a trace of snake-like breath, "Why are you here..."

Since she hasn't spoken like a human for a long time, Nagini's voice is a little weird. Of course, this may be because she has some accents. She greeted the two with a deep voice, but she never lifted her face from her knees.

Dumbledore looked anxiously at the thin woman in front of him. Her bare arms were so thin that they were almost skinny, and the bones at her elbows were abnormally protruding. Her whole body showed an unhealthy gray and pale color. A well-informed person like him has never seen such a weak person, not to mention that this weakness is directly manifested in the soul.

As he approached, Nagini trembled more violently, and Dumbledore actually felt the fear of himself from her body. He quickly bent down and half-kneeled on the ground, trying to comfort her.

But this action had the exact opposite effect. Nagini curled up further and further, almost hiding himself in the roots of the yew behind him.

Dumbledore was at a loss for a moment. He wiped his pocket, but found that the wand was not on him.

"Nelson, what should I do to cast a spell here?" He was a little anxious, and he couldn't really help Nagini without a wand.

"Professor, use mine." Nelson handed Dumbledore his black walnut wand, but never took his eyes off Nagini.

Dumbledore took the wand, didn't ask much, but immediately started to treat Nagini. He didn't have many spells about souls, and even fewer spells used to heal souls. These spells are also in his book The result of careful searching in the museum and sharpening the gun in front of the battle.

Just as Dumbledore cast the spell, Nelson's eyes were suddenly stabbed by a light from another direction.

He looked in the direction of the light source. Over there, in the ground formed by the lost mist, there was a piece of green scale, a piece of scale that seemed to have been polished, shiny enough to reflect light, this scale was very similar a mirror.

Mirror?

Nelson was startled suddenly, and looked at Nagini. This time, his eyes noticed a lot of things that he didn't see - the dark red dirt between his fingers, a few curly scales hidden under his body, and the long rattan skirt Black stains on the...

Dumbledore is still patiently treating Nagini's injuries, while helping her recall the encounter with him.

Nelson stood aside, folded his arms, and suddenly said:

"Nagini, what happened to your face?"

Nagini's trembling body stopped suddenly, and she shook vigorously, but buried her head even lower.

Nelson frowned, stepped forward, and repeated, "Nagini, what's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing..." Nagini's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Nelson took a step forward, squatted down on the other side of Dumbledore, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

Through Nelson's reaction, he also had a rough guess.

"Nagini, do you believe me?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, "Do you believe that I am the most shape-shifting person in the world?"

Nagini didn't speak, but nodded with his shoulders clasped.

"Do you have scales growing on your face? Snake scales?" When Dumbledore asked this sentence, Nagini froze as if the electricity was cut off, and her breathing even stagnated, but Dumbledore Lido was still chasing after him and asked, "Are they the same scales as the snake outside?"

"Professor..." Nelson called softly.

"Believe me, Nelson." Dumbledore looked at Nelson seriously, stood up, and walked aside, "About ten years ago, a man who claimed to be Aurelius Dumbledore found me, oh , you may be more familiar with his other name - Credence Barburn."

Nagini's stiff body seemed to have suddenly regained its link with the clockwork. She raised her head in a pause, her eyes widened, and she looked at Dumbledore.

When she looked up, Nelson saw that her face did not have a single scale, but was covered with nail-sized wounds, some of which had congealed blood and formed thick scabs, and some of which were still bleeding , as her head moved away from the skirt, a drop of bright red blood dripped straight onto the pure white ground, and was sucked up by the thirsty mist in an instant, as if it never existed from the beginning to the end.

"He seems to have something he has to do, and wants to entrust another important thing to my former student Newt Scamander before he leaves," Dumbledore straightened his glasses, "he Tried to go straight to the guy, but he couldn't find it after a lot of effort, so he did the next best thing, and he didn't seem to find Newt - in fact, most of the time, I couldn't find him either, So Credence Barber had to give that thing to me, by the way, do you wonder who he cares most about?"

Dumbledore looked at Nagini with a smile, and took a few steps back.

Nagini let out a weird whimper, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions. At first glance, Nelson thought it was fear, but soon, he realized that it might be more complicated emotions.

"Hehe," Dumbledore didn't say much, and continued to talk about the thing Credence wanted to leave to Newt, "Aurelius thought of a stupid way to delay your blood curse. "

Dumbledore stepped back with standard steps, and after taking a few more steps, he finally stopped, bent down, and put his hands on the white ground.

"He found a treasure, a perfect treasure that should only appear in myths and legends," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, pretending to be closed, "In reality, it can make people invisible, without a trace Will stay, in the soul world, according to him, that can deceive the monsters parasitizing in other people's souls... In my opinion, this is just a temporary solution, but not the root cause, but in this case, this treasure can play its intended role. Unexpected effect, it can help you fool your body!"

Nelson looked at Dumbledore who had crouched on the ground with a strange expression.

"Huh?" Dumbledore suddenly changed his tone, "I remember I put it here? Why can't I touch it??"

(End of this chapter)