My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 38 Pursuit
"It's almost there, right ahead."

The two of them trotted to a place further west than the western suburbs. There were fewer pedestrians and houses on the street, and the surrounding smog was so thin that it was difficult to detect. A field scene with few stars in the moon.

"Tom, do you think Parseltongue can be learned?" Gnar asked as he ran, curious about the language he couldn't hear.

"I think if it's just a few sentences, it should be very simple." Tom said breathlessly, while thinking, Parseltongue is different from learning an ordinary foreign language. Normal language learning starts from listening to the end. Simple communication to complex sentences, and Parseltongue is the opposite, "but I think it might take a while to understand or even communicate."

"Ao." Nelson lacked interest. After all, this was a rare magical skill, and he was just curious.

"But I will teach you. I think with your intelligence, you should be able to learn it." Tom walked to the edge of a cliff in front of the two of them, put his hands on his knees, and leaned down to look down, "We are here. ."

Nelson stepped forward, looked into the cliff, and saw the creviced riverbed at the bottom of this shallow "canyon". This was a river that had been diverted for some reason. The side of the riverbed near Nelson and Tom was steep, and the other was steep. The side is flat, and directly below Nelson is a concrete pipe that can accommodate a person to pass through.

"Is it here? Do we need to go in?" He frowned and looked at the pipe, which seemed to be a sewage pipe, connected to a long-abandoned factory in the distance, not far away there was a line that looked like The narrow channel rubbed by the east and west leads from the bank to the entrance. Just below the pipe is a black, radially distributed black ground. This river that seems to have been diverted for a long time should have developed a vigorous ecology on the fertile riverbed. It is bare now. It is conceivable that this barren environment must have something to do with this sewage outlet. "She won't ambush us below, right? As soon as we go in, we will eat our hearts and die with hatred..."

"What did you say?" Tom rolled his eyes at him and rolled over. "The other snakes just listen to me, and she's already hurt."

"That's not necessarily true." Nelson also squatted down on the ground, jumped, and jumped to the edge of the water pipe, "Oh, good guy."

He walked over to Tom and looked up at the concrete pipe. It looked like it could be two meters in diameter. Gravity made some of the dust and dirt at the bottom solidify into a flat path. The ground was dry enough for two people to pass by side by side. A faint musty smell escaped from the inside, and you can already imagine the humid environment inside. You can't see a trace of light in the pipe. Instead, it devoured all the light that came in from the outside, like a huge mouth. Same.

"Waterproof and moistureproof." Nelson bent down, poked his shoes with his wand, and fastened his shoelaces. Tom also prepared like a cat.

Fully prepared, Nelson was about to lift his foot into the water pipe, but was stopped by Tom.

"Fluorescent flashes." He took the first step, raised his wand and entered the water pipe. Nelson smiled and shook his head, and followed.

In this dark underground world, two uninvited guests with a light source suddenly entered. From the moment he stepped into the water pipe, Nelson's hearing changed. He used to live on the ground and in the crowd, all the time. The whispers that existed and the silent wind lingering in the ears became ignored white noise, and there was no wind or crowd in the underground world, and the water that originally flowed in this pipe network was cut off because of abandonment. He fell into a kind of absolute silence. He could only hear the footsteps of the two of them stepping on the ground, the footsteps echoing from a distance, and the echoes of the echoes...they were breathing nervously. The voice and heartbeat, these voices are at the bottom of the bottom in life, and they are the bottom voices that you will forget to ignore.

"It's not as wet as I thought," Tom said back to Gnar, and the echoes echoed for a long time, and he looked nervous too.

"It's probably been abandoned for a long time," Nelson stretched out a finger and wiped a thick layer of ash from the wall of the tube. He had to use his wand to make clean water to rinse the finger. "Hey, I hope it's not poisonous."

"If it was poisonous, the snakes here would have been poisoned long ago." Tom walked forward without looking back.

"I know this may be a psychological reason, but I really feel that my fingers are a little itchy." He wanted to find something to talk about to ease the terrifying atmosphere of this absolute silence, "Besides, some poison may be nothing to snakes, but to humans. But it's poisonous..."

The two chatted one after another like this, moving forward along the pipe wall, and after a while, the echoing voices in the pipe stopped abruptly, and the two stood there holding the glowing wand, at the end of the pipe, Their vision suddenly opened up, and their ears suddenly became noisy. The sound of scales slicing across the gravel, the sound of wings flapping the air, and the ubiquitous sound of Xixi Susuo suddenly appeared, and soon became clear and clear. , turned out to be a huge void caused by the collapse of the ground, and it looked no smaller than the banquet hall of Hogwarts.

Nelson could see bats flying in groups in the distance in the distance, and many glowing insects clinging to the walls, filling the void with a smear of orange enough to see, the creatures underground and the ground. There are too many gaps in it. He tried to compare them with the known biological illustrations, but pessimistically found that they were too different from ordinary creatures, and they might even be magical animals.

"They don't look great, like little goblins, flower fairies or something." He comforted himself.

Adapting to the light in the hollow, the two turned off the light of their wands, and saw a long and narrow passage similar to a covered bridge under their feet, leading to a flat platform in the middle of the hollow. The gigantic python was entrenched on the pillar, and it was looking at them with its head raised and spitting out letters, its green pupils reflecting the cold light.

Soon, all kinds of creatures flying in the air scattered around, away from this "bridge", Nelson stretched out one foot and stepped on it, and it fell frantically with the scum on its body.

"This is probably left over from the previous pipeline, and there are no basic steel bars or anything." Nelson said to Tom, "If you walk through this, you may fall to your death."

"Humph!" Tom squinted at the giant snake in the center of the hollow and looked at him, then turned to Nelson and said, "Wait for me here first, and I'll call you over if there's no problem."

After all, he did not wait for Nelson to speak, and raised his hands upwards on both sides of his body. A thin black mist began to take shape from the hand holding the wand, and gradually grew into a slender snake-like shape and swam around Tom's arms. From time to time, he raised his head and made a roar at the python in the distance. Nelson noticed that the black python's green pupils flashed a very human fear. Tom smiled disdainfully and held the snake on his arm with one hand. Black mist, and then crushed it!
The black mist continued to twist and expand, and quickly covered Tom's lower body. A gust of wind rolled up in the calm underground cave, lifted him to float, and then jumped and flew in the direction of the black python. The black mist draws out a tail flame that is quite aesthetically pleasing.

"It's still handsome to be able to fly." Nelson muttered to himself, yearning for it. He watched Tom in the distance land lightly in front of the black python, and the black mist pulled out from under his feet and condensed behind him into a big snake and The black python confronted him, his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

Soon, Tom raised his wand and pointed at the black python with a ferocious expression. One person and one snake remained in a stalemate for a while. When Nelson and the big snake behind Tom were impatient, the black python slid down from the entrenched pillar and hung low. He leaned his head down in front of Tom and closed his big eyes.

The black mist snake behind Tom dissipated with a "bang". In fact, Nelson was not sure if it was a "bang". He was not even sure if there was a sound. He just felt that the scene of disappearing should be accompanied by a dubbing of "bang". .

Tom put his hand on the python's big head, turned around with a smug smile, waved his other arm at Nelson, and shouted, "I can come here, do I need to pick you up?!"

"No!" Nelson also shouted at Tom, the voices of the two echoing in the hollow for a long time, and even the already high-risk "covered bridge" was shaken by the sound waves, making it even more shaky.Nelson felt as if he was being provoked, and crouched down and stuck his wand on the "bridge" in front of him that seemed to fall at any moment. Just exhausted all the effort.

I only saw that the clods stuck on both sides of the "bridge" peeled off and turned over and pasted back. When they returned to the original place, they really became hard stone slabs. The surface of the "bridge" widened as the slabs thickened. Stubby stone pillars protrude from the left and right sides, and iron chains grow from the top to connect with each other. The whole bridge is like a domino, starting from the wand inserted by Nelson and turning inside out, becoming a real simple covered bridge.

Nelson drew his wand, wiped the dirt from it with his hands, and stepped onto the brand new bridge in front of him.Coincidentally, the rate of deformation of the covered bridge was subtly consistent with his footsteps, and it seemed as if every step he made made the broken walls under his feet feel ashamed and took the initiative to renovate himself.

Tom on the opposite side looked at his friend who was walking towards him with a calm face, put down the hand holding the wand, and greeted him. At this moment, he didn't care who came here. The way is more cool, build a bridge and fly. It is difficult to find a standard of comparison, he just regrets that there is no audience to applaud the magic of the two geniuses at this moment, regret that there is no audience to promote the scene that seems like a miracle at the moment.

"Her name is Nagini, a blood-cursed orc poisoned by black magic, who just fled back to London from America." Tom greeted him and held Nelson's hand, "I forgive her, she is mine from today onwards. My subordinate is also my friend."

(End of this chapter)