My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 234 The Chosen Unfortunate

"I am the agent of greed. Greed destroys me, and greed also creates me. When the first pair of eyes feel the light, that is the beginning of greed in the world. Living creatures are greedy for survival, pursuing fullness, and then gluttony. Ultimately it comes down to domination.”

Seeing that all the eyeballs he finally released were captured, Bojin Burke immediately gave up the idea of ​​making peace with Nelson. After shouting a slogan that seemed to be insane, before Nelson could make a move, he closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body Twitching, in the tightly closed eyes, the eyelid covering the blue right eye trembled violently.

Soon, Borgin Bock was foaming at the mouth and motionless, as if he was too dead to die.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, this lifeless body quickly shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally healthy young man quickly became thin and skinny, and his skin showed a kind of The old gray-white color looks like it will break when touched, as if it is so dry that there is no trace of moisture.

Due to the dehydration and shrinking of the body, there was a large gap between the vines that bound it, which also caused them to slide down one after another and rest on the body. Zhong Nei's mummified body adds a flirtatious beauty, and the rattan is like a robe full of vitality, carefully framing the dead silence in it.

Nelson didn't expect that Borgin Bock would be able to kill himself so decisively. Tom, who was gearing up for his talent, was also dumbfounded. The two looked solemn, and the only one with a rich expression was Troka, who was watching the whole process. He shrugged his shoulders, Shrinking his head back, he swallowed heavily. For a moment, in the quiet forest, he could only hear the heavy "gudong" sound, and Troka's heart seemed to drop with the saliva. into the stomach.

Looking at the corpse that was clearly poisonous, he showed the expression of the rest of his life, and said with trembling hands: "Fortunately, I didn't—"

"Wait!" Tom suddenly stopped Troka's next move. He waved his sleeve vigorously, and a barrier suddenly appeared around the corpse, protecting the weakest Nagini behind him. Everyone looked at the corpse nervously. Suddenly, its chest was pushed up by something inside, and then fell down quickly, up, down, up, down...

A heartbeat sounded weaker than the murmur of a mosquito, and this body, which had almost lost its blood, squeezed out the last trace of vitality.

Immediately afterwards, the left eyelid of the corpse trembled violently, and the group of people backed up and back, barrier after barrier, until they retreated a safe enough distance, they realized that the left eye of the corpse was actually open!
"Don't, don't come here." Tom said to himself with an ugly face, remembering the experience of spiritual pollution in Knockturn Alley. With Caractacus at hand, this place will be uninhabitable after all.

Tom immediately raised his wand, ready to take precautions.

"Wait..." Nelson stopped, his tone full of uncertainty, under Tom's confused eyes, Nelson stared at the open eye that was looking at him, and said softly, "Is he still alive? "

Tom looked forward immediately, and the eyeball that was very different from the blue eyeball was showing extremely complicated emotions at the moment. It was full of hatred, resentment, helplessness and nostalgia. It was an eye that really belonged to a dying person. He was staring at Tom intently.

"Will you film—"

Before Nelson could finish his words, Tom had already appeared on the other side of the barrier. He stood beside the corpse with its eyes open and stared at him for a long time. Just when the light in that eye was about to go out, a ray The silver light flowed out from the center of the pupil, it rose slowly and gathered, and was finally thrown into the glass bottle that Tom had just taken out.

When the memory poured out, Nelson clearly saw the gratifying emotion from that eye. It seemed that it could only communicate with the outside world in this way, and the loss of memory also took away its last tendons. This lingering consciousness is very Almost disappeared with the rapidly fading heartbeat.

"Do you have a Pensieve in your pocket?" Tom crossed the barrier and appeared next to Nelson, stuffed the glass bottle into his hand, turned his head, and looked at the dead eye.

"No, but I probably have a substitute for it." Nelson waved his wand, and a small cloud appeared above everyone's heads, covering the hot sun.

The clouds are a little thin, and some sunlight is cast down, making the light under the clouds appear to be of different shades.

Nelson unscrewed the cap of the glass bottle, and a wisp of silver mist mixed with a sigh mixed into the cloud.

……

Bruce Rozier is a complete waste wood. His life is the best interpretation of the word "meaningless". , although the Rozier family has not produced any big names for several centuries, but for the sake of blood, the old men of the Black family and the Malfoy family are still willing to list their family trees and their own in the same book, And he handed over some of the less important industries controlled by pure-blood families to his father, a marginal family among pure-blood wizards.

As a fringe figure in a fringe family, Bruce didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. He lived a mediocre life like countless mediocre pure-blood wizards - he was raised by his parents until he was 11 years old, entered Slytherin College, and spent his days calling Daddy. During the seven years of his famous name, although his father's mediocrity made him less confident when calling his name, he still enjoyed a fairly good campus life. After leaving Hogwarts with a passable grade, He suddenly discovered that the highlights of his life almost all belonged to the time when he was showing off his might at Hogwarts.

In his father's words, he is not as calm and sophisticated as his elder brother in handling things, and he is not as smart as his younger brother in terms of intelligence and magic. Even his married sister knows to go home during the holidays.

Bruce wasn't sure if his father was worried about it. In his opinion, being a minion of Calactacus Bok didn't need to run away at all, and after the report, he suddenly found that he was in Calactacus Among the minions around Si, he turned out to be a marginal figure.

He doesn't like to torture Muggles, it's not because he has pity, but because he doesn't know the meaning of torturing Muggles, just like some people don't like to eat coriander, what a normal individual difference!
He also doesn't like to delve into black magic, because his magical talent is so common, even if black magic is easy to learn, it is still very difficult for him.

He also doesn't like flattery, because his mouth is stupid and his head is not bright, and he has done it a few times before, but it often backfires.

He is immersed in the cycle of eating and waiting to die and complaining about himself all day long. He eats when it is time to eat, and goes to support the scene when something happens. Anyway, he doesn't need to do it. In fact, he has not done it a few times. Recently, He was the first person to be brought down by Tom during a business trip, which is why he had to stare at Chamberlain before he died. After all, this might be the only person he knew well in the Albanian forest. .

"Under the insult of fate, I have already laid down." This is the most level word Bruce has said in his life, but fate still refuses to let him go.

As the first black wizard to be brought down by Tom, he had a good sleep on the ground, but when he opened his eyes for the first time, what he saw was indeed a half-ghost with azure blue horror eyes" Mummy", the tattered mummy actually spoke, and he introduced himself friendlyly, "My name is Borgin Bock."

Bruce wanted to say something, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into another sentence:
"My name is Borgin Bock."

"You are in good health," he squeezed his arms, stroking his relatively strong muscles like a pervert, put on his hood, and slipped away from the collapsed shop, saying like a mantra, "I am Borgin Bock."

Since then, Bruce can only receive information from the world through the narrow field of vision of his right eye. He has trouble speaking, hearing, and walking.

But it can't be said that Bruce didn't make the choice of Borgin Bock. Anyway, he always waited to die, and he had no goals. What's wrong with letting others make up his mind for him?In this regard, Bruce has always been an optimist.

But he quickly regretted it. There have always been rumors that Borgin Burke has a lot of research on infernal corpses, but he didn't expect that Bogin Burke would actually make himself into an infernal corpse. Every now and then, he feels the process of his living body transforming into a corpse step by step. His heartbeat becomes exhausted, his blood becomes viscous and cold, and his muscles become stiff and rigid... He never thought that death can also be a dead body. a process.

As a marginal figure in Caractacus's followers, he was finally assigned an important job, although this job was more for his eye in the right orbital, and Caractacus didn't even call own name.

"Bojin, you may die on this trip," Calactacus looked at his right eye distressedly, and said in a deep voice, "I got a prophecy that in the birthplace of the legendary age, there is our great An opportunity for ancestors to be reborn, this is the closest to success in thousands of years."

"How do I help him?" Bruce felt his mouth seem to say such a sentence.

"You don't need help, the ancestors are destined not to succeed this time," Calactacus' eyes were full of excitement, "but this is the prelude to a grand performance, and we are the harbingers of the ancestors' greed in this world! Go and see Look, if the coming of the ancestors is hindered by people, if the people who hinder us have ever opposed us, then you will die there."

"Don't I need to do something?"

"No, if you die, I'll know what happened."

"but--"

"No but, Bojin, remember, you are just one eye, our unnamed, great ancestor does not need the help of one eye!" Calactacus's expression suddenly became fanatical and infatuated , shouted in a poetic tone, "He is the most humble maggot, with a thousand legs and a hundred eyes! Any sharp sword cuts him off, and the one will be turned into two, and the two will be turned into four!"

Bruce felt himself rubbing his tired eyes, nodded and left.

Before he died, he was thinking about a question, why did he suffer this crime—is it because of mediocrity?There are so many mediocre people in the world, why am I the only one who suffers this torture?

His dull brain couldn't figure it out, and he could only blame it on his own bad luck. He was unfortunately the first to be brought down by Tom, unfortunately to be targeted by Borgin Bock, and unfortunately to spend his life like this.

Bruce doesn't resent anything, after all, such a banal resentment doesn't make much sense.

……

The life of the owner of this body flickered quickly in the light and shadow under the clouds, and when he finished his life, the surrounding was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing.

"It's frighteningly mediocre." After a long time, Tom broke the calm. He shrugged and said, "Actually, it's not completely mediocre. He got an A in History of Magic in his OWLs exam."

"Not even mediocrity is mediocre enough," Nagini said quietly.

"Uh..." Tom didn't know what to say for a while, so he cast a questioning look at Nelson.

"So, we can't even kill one eyeball?" Nelson was silent for a moment, and said in the same tone as Nagini.

Tom pouted, after all, he was the one who dealt with the eyeballs.

"Now it can be basically concluded that the ancestor of the Bock family is the despicable Hai Erbo. Although I don't know how he, an ancient Greek wizard, traveled to England to leave his descendants." Nelson knocked on the table, sat aside, and said seriously, "but The origin of the so-called legend should refer to ancient Greece in the Balkan Peninsula. Haierbo was a wizard in ancient Greece. Apart from these things, Haierbo should be the only "ancestor" who can be called "reborn" in this place , so that the Horcrux and other magic mastered by Caractacus can be explained."

"So what's 'Prelude to a Grand Show'?" Tom asked, "Don't you know the location of Hai Erbo's Horcrux? We took the opportunity to dismantle it for him directly?"

"I think we still keep them." Nelson said seriously, "I don't know how many Horcruxes he still has hidden. Keeping them can make the situation as far as possible within the scope of my influence. I also know another Haierbo's prophecy."

"what?"

Another movement of the corpse interrupted the conversation between the two. The right eye, which had been shriveled before, opened suddenly, and a huge creature in a black cloak squeezed out of the eye socket!
Among the people present, Troka may be the only one who is afraid of it, but this is the first time for everyone to see such a scene.

"Is this how Dementors were born?" Rowena shook his head, and looked sympathetically at Bruce, who was completely shriveled on the ground, "It's so pitiful...he was just unfortunately chosen."

Tom gave her a thoughtful look, and raised his wand.

(End of this chapter)