My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 394 Giving and Friendship

"I might be crazy, it's not magical at all..."

Nelson Mosuo is holding the relatively new stack of parchment in his hand. The paper quality of the parchment is similar to that of a diary, but it is more delicate. It looked as clean as new. It was the diary left by Dr. Sykes, which recorded in detail the process of his creation of the magic "Sykes Restoration" and the detailed spell and casting process.

Turning to the first page, I saw a sentence written on it: "That may not be some kind of natural creature, it should be a gift from magic... Fantastic Beasts, Transfiguration and Alchemy are common, maybe all magic They are all in common, and as lucky as I am, I have already grasped the key to unlock all of this."

In the lower right corner of the page, Dr. Sykes wrote a new-looking line in tiny scrawled handwriting: "I feel like I'm not me anymore...it's not something that someone as stupid as I can grasp, It's missing something, but I can do what I want, Maria, please forgive me."

This may be the man's last confession, but Nelson's previous experience with Isabel and Salem told him that it was not easy. He frowned and quickly flipped through a few pages. This diary should be stuffed after completion. It was revised by Dr. Kex, and all its uses were described in detail in the first few pages. Soon, when Nelson saw the complicated and clear list of alchemy materials, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, his brows tightened, and he remained silent.

When he first started reading, Nelson always felt that the book was shaking. Now that he thinks about it, it should be that his hands were shaking constantly due to the shock.

This formula...Combined with these magics, Nelson thought of the spell mastered by Peter Pettigrew in the future to revive his master Voldemort. Back, Dr. Sykes revived Maria without even recovering her soul. Although she didn’t understand the principle, Maria who left the text in the oak barrel in the bunker has confirmed this—maybe there were some omissions, but Dr. Sykes succeeded after all. up.

When this miraculous magic, which can bring people back to life, transform creatures at will, and even plunder the magic power of other lives to other individuals, fell into his hands in a way that was almost for nothing, Nelson had a strong entanglement in his heart, deeply Taking a deep breath, he had to admit that few people would not be indifferent when faced with this kind of temptation, and as a lonely traveler, being able to bring back those who left him is undoubtedly the most attractive thing to Nelson .

He was panting heavily, and his magical power was uncontrollably uncommonly. A majestic mist of confusion gushed out of his eyes, and in just a moment, it drowned him and everything around him... including those who stood aside and didn't know what happened. Borox.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Borlux’s calm voice came from not far away, and Nelson woke up suddenly. The figure of Jonas admonishing him in front of the tombstone flashed in front of his eyes, and the temptation to play with death sounded in his ears like the whisper of a demon. Nelson suddenly understood the choice that Tom, who became Voldemort, should have had. He looked deeply at the cover of the diary and closed it forcefully.

A corner of the black curtain gently brushed Nelson's cheeks, and the cold touch stirred his frenzied and almost chaotic mind. Yes, the dead will pass through that curtain and go to death, even if the so-called "Sex reduction" can make the corpse Standing up again with a fresh posture can even remind the resurrected people of their life before death, but that is not the real old person after all.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the parchment colliding gave Bolox a sense of security in his heart. In the blink of an eye, the sudden mist dissipated quickly, as if everything just now was just an illusion. Nelson, who was holding the parchment tightly beside him, tensed silently. Standing in place, it is difficult to approach.

After an unknown period of time, Nelson let out a foul breath, and his posture gradually became calm.

"What is this?" Borroux walked up to Nelson and asked curiously, he quickly realized something was wrong, and hurriedly added, clutching his chest, "If it's something disgusting, don't say it. gone."

"No, Mr. Black," Nelson raised his head and looked at the sky, while touching the cover of the journal with his magic wand, several chains made of countless tiny electric lights slowly crawled out from the tip of the wand, slowly extending to the four corners of the journal , the flickering arcs are arranged in wonderful patterns like stars in the sky, "This is the result of Dr. Sykes' experiment. He has successfully developed the magic he wanted. As you can see, the monster in the bunker is created The spell...maybe there are other uses, are you interested?"

"No." Borroux waved his hands again and again, and declined, "I can't control that kind of thing... Nelson, it's not the kind of magic that should appear in this world at all."

"Yeah." Nelson nodded, continuing his own magic, uttering an obscure and strange tone from his mouth, Borrox had never heard such a strange spell.

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm going to seal it up."

As a businessman, although he showed strong physical discomfort to Dr. Sykes' magic, Borroux quickly realized its value after he calmed down. Even if he could only create monsters, they were still powerful monsters. Looking at Nelson's performance, it should have more and more promising applications, and its potential value may be unimaginable.

Seeing the flashing chains reach the back of the log, and are about to completely seal the log, Bolox persuaded: "Although I can't control it, I think you should have this kind of talent, what do you think?"

Nelson didn't answer him, concentrating on offering magic to the magic in his hand.

"Sealing is necessary," he thought for a moment, then said to himself, "That's right, before everything here is cleaned up, this thing can't be exposed... It won't be too late to study after the things here are over."

Borrox analyzed the timing and possible use while talking to himself, while watching Nelson release his magic. In Borrox's impression, Nelson was known for his efficient and complex transfiguration. Grindelwald's rapid apparition powers - whichever they were, were too fast to be seen, and it was the longest spell he'd ever seen Nelson cast, either in person or live from Nurmengard In the water curtain.

Seeing that Nelson sealed it up so carefully, Borroux nodded reassuringly, "This time it will definitely not be stolen by the little thieves."

The arc wrapped around the log became more and more solid and dazzling, and the jumping arc penetrated the ground from time to time, hitting sparks on the metal platform under his feet, but never hurt Nelson at all. Finally, when the entire book was wrapped by the arc, Nelson He let go of his hand and put down his magic wand. The log that had escaped from his palm did not hit the ground, but was instead suspended in the air. The arc that had lost its magic power supply did not stop growing, but instead continued to expand, at a faster and faster speed, and even became unstable. After being controlled, the manic arc even attacked Nelson, but was absorbed by the mayfly that came out of nowhere in an instant.

"Mr. Black, it may be different from what you think." The pale Nelson smiled with a drop of sweat on his forehead, "Don't talk about the little thief, even I can't solve this magic."

"What? Sorry, I didn't understand."

Nelson turned his arm up, revealing the palm holding the journal. The palm and most of the forearm were dripping with blood. Drops of bright red blood dripped from the arm and flowed onto Nelson's robe. This spell needs the enhancement of blood to become Powerful, some of the flesh had even been roasted black by the electric arc, Borlux noticed that his pale face might not be due to the waste of magic power, but due to blood loss.

"The loss of many magic spells is not because they are not powerful enough, but because the wizards cannot master their counter-spells. For the stability of the order, they are gradually lost under the tacit understanding of the wizards, so that the ancient runes have become It is an obscure language that few people master...Of course, it may also be because the spell itself is relatively evil, for example, it requires bloodletting to use it."

Nelson explained: "This spell originated in America. I learned it in the restricted area when I was a student at Ilvermorny. The magic that the native wizards of America imitated from the process of protecting eggs from thunderbirds, It can resist almost all external tampering. The Thunderbird uses its own blood to build protection to protect its children. The blood can also provide the magic power needed for the eggs to develop. When the Thunderbirds grow up in the eggs surrounded by lightning, they The natural talent of lightning magic will be activated, so that the eggshell can be easily pecked from the inside."

While Nelson was talking, a silver-white film slowly appeared on the edge of the wound on his forearm and palm. It was a small mayfly hiding in the air. They were transforming in a uniform manner. While cleaning up the gangrene on Nelson's wound, Stretching to cover the wound and isolate it from the air, Bolox's eyes were attracted by this magical alchemy tool, full of interest.

The silver metal quickly covered Nelson's arm completely, like a close-fitting silver soft armor. Nelson took out a bottle of white fresh and daubed it on the metal at will. These herbs were quickly absorbed by the metal and sprayed evenly on the wound .

"But you sealed a book inside..." Borrox immediately understood the joints.

"Yes," Nelson shrugged, "the book is not a living thing...but even if it were some kind of living monster book, it wouldn't hold the power of lightning."

"Ah...it's such a pity." Borroux's eyes widened. "But fortunately, we didn't lose anything."

"Don't worry, Mr. Black, I will compensate you and your subordinates for the injuries caused by my miscalculation."

"That was not what I meant--"

"That's a must, haha, you shouldn't refuse such an interesting healing alchemy item, it's a new item that Nurmengard will supply in limited quantities in the future, and it's also my thanks for your help," Nelson raised his hand Shining Armor, smiled at the beaming Borroux, "This book is simply a devil, Mr. Black, do you know that? When I hold it, it looks like a devil in a fairy tale It is also tempting me, you should be able to imagine what kind of forbidden knowledge is recorded in it, if you are not by my side, maybe I might really be tempted."

"lure?"

Borlux shivered. He remembered some black magic props he had been in contact with. The feeling of fear surrounding him was terrible. From the moment he dug up this damned bunker, everything became abnormal. .

"Maybe it's really tempting you," Borroux said dryly, "I wouldn't be surprised even if this book suddenly reaches out to say hello to us now."

"Crack!"

An electric arc fell from the lightning ball wrapped in the log to the ground. Nelson and Borlux raised their wands almost at the same time, and turned to the direction of the lightning ball progressively. Encased the log in an ovoid lightning ball, after the shape was settled, it stopped growing and just arced around every now and then.

"It seems to be just a normal discharge phenomenon." Nelson waited for a long time, and the lightning ball also shot out several lightning bolts in coordination. He was relieved, looked at Bolux, and said with a smile, "It's like someone reading a horror story. It was as if you were slapped on the back suddenly, which really shocked me."

"Fortunately not, to tell you the truth, I also felt a 'thump' in my heart just now." Borlux wiped the sweat from his forehead, showed a guilty smile, and made up his mind in his heart that he would not casually say some bad words in the future. He quickly adjusted his mood, and said angrily, "Speaking of which, those guys with eyes above the top don't take us and Nurmengard seriously at all, and the pasture they sent is such an unlucky thing! "

"This situation will never happen again in the future." Nelson relaxed and said with a smile, "I assure you."

"Is there any inside information?" Borlux asked with interest.

"Do you still remember the Nurmengard merchandise that appeared in Diagon Alley a few years ago?" Nelson said with a smile. Seeing that Bolox nodded, he found a bulging envelope from his pocket and handed it to Bolox. Lockes, said, "My people did research in Diagon Alley in June this year. At present, half of the finished magic props market of British wizards has been occupied by these high-quality and cheap commodities from informal sources, but their inflow is not Because the magic factory is poorly supervised."

Borroux raised his eyebrows, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

"From next year, Nurmengard will only open trade channels that comply with the regulations to the United Kingdom," Nelson stretched out his hand, "Mr. Black, you are very foresighted, the momentary reputation is just a cloud, and only Jin Gallon is the eternal life of wizards." equivalent."

"Do I need to pay anything?" Borlux's eyes lit up wildly, and he took Nelson's hand.

"Mr. Black, I can tell you a secret. As the designer, builder and rule maker, I have absolute control over Nurmengard's magic factory," Nelson squeezed Borlux's palm vigorously, the corner of his mouth Tilt, "Emotionally, you and your family are my friends, and in this regard, real money has actually made our friendship stronger. Now is the time to make it work."

"The Blacks are your forever friends."

(End of this chapter)