My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 387 Three Lines of Message
"hiss……"

Strange statues of different shapes were placed in front of Nelson in sequence by the wizards of the Black family. Under the gloomy lights, they looked like a curious wax museum or installation art gallery, and like a group of hardcore role-playing enthusiasts wearing furs. Set of organized Halloween masquerade.

Nelson was wearing the ring of the Gunter family, closed his eyes and gently rubbed the resurrection stone on the face of the ring, the world in his eyes instantly turned into pure white, amidst the rolling white mist, the silhouette of the wizard of the Black family appeared in front of him, and beside him There is nothing in front of it, and the souls of these dead people are still completely dissipated.

Although he couldn't restore the truth of the incident through his soul, Nelson was still relieved, at least proving that the weird things in front of him were indeed dead. If one of them was still alive, it would be the scariest horror story he had heard this year.

Starting from the first poorly sewn specimens, he carefully observed them one by one, drew their silhouettes on the small notebook he carried, and recorded their characteristics. With the progress of craftsmanship visible to the naked eye, Nelson needed to record more and more things. more and more.

The stars and the moon above the head deflected, and when the white belly quietly appeared in the east, Nelson finally walked in front of the last body - the human body that was out of place with the same kind, with vivid expressions, as if he had really lived.

Nelson stood in front of it for a long time. If you don't look at those hideous wounds, no matter why a man's body has a woman's head, then it is almost a normal person who can no longer be normal. Things that are extremely similar but know that they are completely different can often bring people stronger fears. Even Nelson, who lives in the grotesque and runs to the land of the dead all day long, feels hairs standing on end and nervous.

He shook his head, excited by the pre-dawn cold wind, cheered up, and continued to record its characteristics.

After a night of rest, the conditions of the wizards of the Black family improved a lot. The lightly injured people who received treatment had already started to search for suspicious objects around under the command of Borroux. Borrox, who noticed Nelson's body trembling, waved, Call the housekeeper and tell him to light a fire in the bunker to keep the temperature.

Nelson raised his head to observe from time to time, and wrote down a few notes from time to time. The eyeballs of the body in front of him had become cloudy with time, but they were still not rotten, as if observing the person coming.

If he didn't know that these things have no soul, he would be frightened.

"At first I thought they would be very valuable...at least some kind of strange and unique magic. I was afraid that they would be discovered by others, so I sneaked in." Borlux walked behind Nelson, clutching his chest, and laughed at himself, "Where? I know it’s not a unique one, but an evil one, did you solve the thing that sneaked up on us just now? It must not be a similar freak, right? I guess it’s some kind of watchdog.”

Nelson was silent, staring at those cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Borroux secretly thought something was wrong, and quickly added: "It must not be? It can't really be the same thing as these things, right?"

"Congratulations," Nelson shook his head, "You guessed it, Mr. Black."

"I'll just say no," Borroux breathed a sigh of relief, "How could this crooked way succeed? It must be some kind of gatekeeper animal. It's not surprising. After all, there is everything in the ranch, isn't it?"

"I mean you guessed the last sentence right," Nelson calmly repeated what Borlux said, "it's the same thing as these things."

"..."

"Judging from the information collected so far, what is stored in these oak barrels may only be rough experimental products." Nelson stared at the face of the woman with a grim expression in front of him, and met her empty eyes that were full of huge emotions. Watching, every bunch of muscles under the shriveled skin stayed at the last moment before it died, Nelson's gloved fingertips brushed her cheeks, those swelling, relaxed, tough, and broken emotions were like crossing Time passed to his hands—from pain to the struggle of resentment, followed by powerless endurance, the pain used to be the resignation of fate, to the later habit, the numbness of enjoying the huge pain gap, until the deathbed Narrator—he could feel it all.

Nelson withdrew his hand like an electric shock, looked at the woman's face in doubt, and murmured, "Except for it...no, her."

"What's wrong?" Borlux asked.

"It's nothing," Nelson moved his fingers. The clear emotion he felt through the glove was not fake, but no one would believe that he would feel emotion on such a patchwork corpse, as if in a dream, but he did not repeat it. Stretching out his hand, he just turned around, looked at Borroux, and said, "What is stored in these wooden barrels should only be the experimental work of Dr. Sykes. Judging from the monsters that attacked you, his technology and magic should be useful in the future." A lot of effort... That is to say, unfortunately, the monsters that attack you are the same as they should be."

"what……"

Borlux only felt a moment of fear, even though he was well-informed, he was also stunned by the news and was speechless.

"Let's call that monster a werewolf," Nelson recalled. "It has the body and habits of walking upright like a human, and the joints and physical strength of a Siberian werewolf. This is the only werewolf in the world that can reproduce by itself. They are more wolf-like than other werewolves... Its body is covered with werewolf hair, barbs similar to spider legs and scales of some kind of crustacean, which are enough to resist most magic damage. In addition, it Its teeth are somewhat similar to those of a shark, but with a stronger and more precise bite."

"Is it still alive?" When he heard "Resists most magic damage", Bolux took a half step back, but he quickly walked back with his chest up, and said, "It must be wiped out ? Definitely!"

"It won't bother you again."

Nelson pondered for a moment, then recorded in the notebook he carried with his wand, "The magical defense ability comparable to that of a monster makes ordinary wizards have no means of attacking it, and it even requires a well-trained team of wizards to knock it down, but it It's also not as easy to hit as large magical animals like fire dragons or venomous leopards. Its speed is enough to dodge most of the deadly spells, but its sharp teeth can easily tear through the defenses of ordinary wizards. The mayfly and the armor curse can only resist sharpness, but cannot defuse the impact—if it has a human brain as I deduce, then it will be the most effective killing machine against wizards."

"What are you writing?" Borlux glanced at the notebook curiously, but quickly looked away, not wanting to pry into the privacy.

"I'm imagining, Mr. Black," Nelson explained, "if the monster just fought one-on-one with a normal wizard, how it would attack."

"Haven't you experienced it... Oh, it might die in one encounter." For some reason, Bolox had blind confidence in Nelson. He squeezed out a smile and said, "What if it was me? What would the result be?" Woolen cloth?"

"Uh..." Nelson shrugged awkwardly, "If I'm going to be honest..."

"ok, I get it."

"Body alone, these monsters are already very powerful," Nelson guessed. "Now I don't know whether the 'human' parts of these things come from wizards or Muggles. If they are wizards, then they can use wands and even cast spells." Is it magic? If part of the monster's body comes from some magical animals that are born with magical abilities, such as thunderbirds and fire snakes, can it use these magics?"

"hiss……"

"This kind of monster seems to be specially made to kill wizards, but in ancient times, there were actually perfect techniques for breeding magical animals, such as Kelamai and Manticore, which are typical hybrid magical animals. Taking into account both advantages and strengths, and even Haierbo's technology of cultivating basilisks with magic, these are already very mature." Nelson was still puzzled, "Why did he choose such a novel and inefficient method? Is it because of hobbies? This is too perverted."

"Maybe his thinking is indeed different from ordinary people." Borlux rubbed his chin and analyzed, "After all, going to a Muggle school is very weird."

"Did you find anything like a manuscript?" Nelson turned around and asked, "Are there any marks or records on those oak barrels?"

Borlux turned around and looked at the staggering wizards. After feeling the master's gaze, they shook their heads in unison.

"That might be hidden in some other room." Nelson's mind conjured up the bunker's terrain of many small circles surrounding a large circle.

"My lord, those oak barrels are all exactly the same. They are the barrels commonly used in the wine cellar at home." The butler of the Grimmauld Place mansion raised his head and replied, "Really, they are exactly the same as our home."

"Damn it, you said that," Borlux retched, "I don't think I want to drink anymore in my life."

"Sorry, sir." The butler lowered his head.

"I'm going to take a look at the barrels." Nelson turned around, left the "person" who was looking weirder, and walked towards the barrels piled up in the corner, "Have you seen the inside of the barrels?"

"Inside? Isn't there these... er, these things?"

"I mean the inside of the barrel."

The jelly that soaked the specimens and had frozen was carefully collected by the wizards, ready to be taken back for more detailed testing. Those empty wooden barrels were put together with their own lids and stacked in the order of discovery. Corresponding markings are carefully made on the edges.

Nelson didn't look at them one by one like observing specimens. He went straight to the last barrel, illuminated it with his wand, and looked down silently.

It was empty, as reported by the wizards of House Black, and Nelson shook his head, ready to leave.

Just as he was swaying and preparing to take a step, the swinging wand changed the angle of the light source. On the inside of the barrel wall, a line of scratches emerged, flashing past his sight.

Nelson raised his eyebrows, used the floating spell to move the barrel out, covered his nose and mouth, bent down, and irradiated it from different angles with his wand.

Soon, the row of scratches reappeared, this time more clearly.

He divided the barrel into two along the scratched edge, and placed the part with the mark on the ground to observe.

The colloid soaking it is yellow like pus. If the solidified colloid is embedded in the scratches, it will be difficult to find the scratches from the outside of the barrel. Bolox stepped forward wonderingly, and saw the blurred line at a glance. The notch on the barrel looked like a child's practice work when learning to write. He turned around and gave the wizard who was in charge of inspecting the barrel a hard look.

Nelson cut off the whole piece of the notch, and used a magic wand to control the fine whirlwind to clean out the deep colloid little by little, for fear of damaging the text with excessive force.

Not long after, three lines of English with completely different fonts appeared in front of Nelson. They all seemed to be carved out with fingernails.

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"I don't know who I am, am I or me? But what I know for sure is ■■■■■ (illegible)"

This passage is like a knife carving, each stroke is straight and crisp, and the handwriting is deeply embedded in the wooden board, which is the most recognizable of the three lines of characters.

"I think I should eat raw meat, I want to go back to the egg, I want to swim, but I feel like I am him."

The font of this line is beautiful, but the place where the pen is written is hesitant, and the writing is so light that you have to widen your eyes to see it clearly.

"It is the descendant of that demon who hopes to find me. Have you seen his price? Unfortunately, he died too quickly! But you will feel this pain soon, believe me!"

The bottom row of characters is crooked, like a wild beast, the letter with the strongest force penetrates half of the board, and the last exclamation point almost pierces the board, but it can be seen through the light. This row of characters is the clearest, but also the hardest. Recognition, as if half of the roar of a wild beast, the pleasure of the writer can be seen from it.

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The air in the bunker seemed to freeze. Nelson, who was squatting on the ground, and Borrox, who was standing behind him, fell into a long silence.

"Boom!"

A clod of soil on the ground fell from above, breaking the silent atmosphere in the bunker.

"Mr. Black," Nelson turned his head and said wordlessly, "It seems that my guess has been confirmed again."

"They may indeed have the brains and wisdom of a human being," Borlux said through gritted teeth. He didn't know what was behind the barrier that Nelson walked out of. Voted, "Damn it! What the hell is this lunatic doing? Home of Love... my fucking Home of Love!"

Then, turning to Nelson, he asked, "Shall we give this place to Nurmengard?"

"Mr. Black, this is your land," Nelson shrugged, "but if you don't want to see this kind of thing everywhere in two years, then you'd better not do it."

　There are a lot of typos recently, the cache of the input method has been cleared, and the vocabulary associations are gone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)