My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 512 Thunder Punishment
"Ludwig, you are a true warrior."

There are more and more words on the parchment, and more and more dense, and every bit of what happened on the land of Prussia thousands of miles away is presented in front of Nelson's eyes, naked and without dignity. In front of him, those bloody words reflected bursts of flames in Nelson's pupils, and his worries about whether he had this power were instantly shattered by anger, "They don't need dignity."

As if convincing himself, Nelson repeated this sentence several times, lowered his head and straightened the blue cornflower in Ludwig's hand, walked to Ludwig's side, in the long Sit down in the empty seat of the chair.

Nelson raised his head and stared at the sky. His eyes pierced through the clouds and met the silver falcon soaring in the sky.

The answer was a cry that could not reach the ground. Nelson looked down from the sky above Berlin through the clouds, through the distance, through time, through the eyes of the silver falcon.

Cages, rusty, deformed, blood-tainted dark red cages were piled up in the muddy open space like building blocks, these iron cages were not much bigger than the cages for dogs.

It’s raining heavily in Berlin. Despite the whipping of the cold rain, the cage struggles to reach out to catch the rainwater, splashing it greedily on the face and pouring it into the mouth. These layers of cages are actually filled with people with different faces. Nelson's vision flashed over every face that appeared, some with brief biographical details, some without even descriptive words.

Before that, they lived in various parts of the world for various reasons - more so because they possessed qualities that certain "buyers" might value over others, and were valued by wizards out hunting , captured here, or they were valued by local hunters and sold here, but the first two are only a small part of so many people, and more people are offered as donations by their compatriots who admire magic. After ending my life as a human being, in the corners of the city where the sun does not shine, these dirty activities have already become a conventional ecology, even faster than people accept the existence of wizards.

They were almost numb, and none of them felt that someone was watching him from the top of their heads.

"Great Berlin."

A statue with his right arm raised high stands outside the yard, and the stone slab in front of him is engraved with such a sentence. Not long ago, this was an enthusiastic slogan that inspired young people in Berlin to invade neighboring countries, but now it has It became an extremely ridiculous slogan. The head of the statue has been knocked off, and hemp ropes connected to the surrounding buildings are tied to the raised arms, and the wet clothes are hung on it. Download it, maybe just to dry the clothes.

Every moment, people die here, whether they are wizards or Muggles, but every moment new residents appear outside the city. They are inspired by the disorder here, and people wantonly plunder from others. Everything that matters, when the outer skin of civilization is taken off, power will become the code of conduct that determines everything.

From this point of view, the wizards here treat wizards and Muggles equally—there are more Muggles who suffer, just because the Muggles have a large base, and in their eyes, the only criterion that can determine whether to attack is Their value, compared to Muggles who can only be used as coolies and some materials for black magic or experiments, wizards are obviously more valuable, and this is the place where magic is treated equally in the world.

The eyes above the clouds opened silently, looking at what happened under their feet. The stars cruising in the sky quickly converged here. Under Nelson's gaze, a staggering man came out of the dark alley , ran to the door of the freight yard.

"Thirteen..."

"What's the matter? Are you hungry? Or is your old Roman the gatekeeper hungry? You might as well sell him to me, anyway, raising a dog is always a loss," said a fluffy lion-like man at the door of the yard. The warden at the warehouse walked towards the door while lifting his trousers, looked at the gloomy man at the door, and said with a weird smile, "It's really a rare visitor, do you want a woman? A man? Or a child?"

"Give me thirteen of the rogues who exist here, immediately, quickly!"

"Don't you want to see the new ones?" Hearing the urgency in the man's tone, the guard winked and pointed to a row of wooden boxes near the gate, sparing no effort to sell his products, "These are new ones, and the quality is not bad. "

"I only want thirteen." The man raised his head. Seeing his face, the guard jumped back in fright and almost tripped over his own belt belt. The man in front of him was far from his usual majestic appearance. He was completely soaked, wetter than the heavy rain at the moment, as if he had just been fished out of the sea, his left face was covered with dense cracks like a dry river bed, and a dark green light came out from the cracks. Green pus and blood flowed out, his expression was extremely fierce, his eyes were full of murderous intent, "If I can't see it within 5 minutes, I will use you to make up the number."

The guard met the man's dark green eyes with magic power flowing. The guard understood that these thirteen people were to be used as materials for black magic. Generally, such matters are more urgent. Facing the threat of death, he hurriedly turned around. He turned around and ran towards the batch of boxes that had just been delivered, shouting as he ran:

"I'll pick the best for you!"

"It's disgusting."

Looking at this scene, Nelson closed his eyes in disgust, and the gaze from the sky disappeared, replaced by a cold red light, the pupils on the dark clouds became brighter and brighter, and the metal creations floating above the continent had already assembled.

Nelson opened his eyes, pulled away from the silver falcon's vision, looked at Ludwig who was peacefully sleeping beside him, sighed, and pointed his wand to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, in Berlin, thousands of miles away, above the dense and oppressive black clouds, a thick white thunderbolt struck the man holding the doorpost the moment the guard at the freight yard turned around.

The warehouse guard only felt that everything in front of him was illuminated, he turned around in panic, and saw a thick thunder pillar, like a tower reaching the sky, piercing through the customers who had been yelling at him before.

The man didn't even have time to wail, and could only see the scorched outline of the thunder, so the guard remembered a black-and-white picture taken by Muggles that he had seen in the United States before coming to Prussia. The cat named Tom who walked on two legs was struck by lightning in the same way, and then twitched to reveal the shape of bones. He once considered developing this method into a means of torturing goods, but before he could practice it, he I saw this scene with my own eyes.

Thinking of this, the amusing interaction between the cat and the other mouse appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help laughing, but soon, as the electric light spread to his feet along the stagnant water on the ground, the guard stopped laughing He couldn’t come out anymore, numbness and severe pain appeared in his chest alternately, every time the numbness made the pain invisible, the more severe pain that followed would make him convulse even more painfully, he wanted to escape, However, he seemed to be stuck in place by the lightning, unable to move. Fortunately, he was not directly hit by the lightning. In a panic, he took out his wand and pointed at his feet. His paralyzed body could no longer recite the complete spell, but he did not care Worrying, the impediment spell was shot from the tip of the staff and hit his right foot. The pain caused by the spell made him awake for a moment, and the spell blasted out, blowing himself out, even if his feet were blown to pieces Losing consciousness, the guard who was flying in the air only had happiness in his eyes.

In the pillar of thunder, the man's figure was no longer detectable, and the burnt smell he had imagined did not come. I don't know if it was because he was washed away by the torrential rain, or because the will of this thunderbolt to kill was too firm, firm enough to bear his temper , Grinding the coke into fine powder little by little, erasing all traces of his existence.

The guard drew an arc and slammed into the wooden box behind him heavily. The wooden box that hadn't had time to be transported was smashed by his back, and half of his body fell into it.

But he didn't care about his injuries. Instead, he managed to get up, staring at the miraculous scene in front of him with wide eyes.

The whole of Berlin has turned into black and white. It's not that someone deprived the world of its colors, but that the tower connecting the sky is too bright, eclipsing everything around it, and it looks like a black and white movie. silent film.

The thick pillar of thunder still stands safely between the sky and the earth, instantly lighting up the gloomy Berlin sky in the rainstorm, brighter than the sun at noon when the sun is the brightest, but he doesn't feel any warmth from this light, on the contrary It reminded him of the Heaven's Punishment that he believed in when he was a child and scorned when he grew up. This thunder is not a product of nature. Even an ordinary wizard like him can perceive and be shocked by the surging magic power. No one can control it. This kind of power, not to mention that no one would use this kind of mighty power to hurt a certain person—but all this happened in front of him, which reminded him again of the picture he had seen in the United States. Are you in a picture right now?
He patted his cheek, didn't feel any pain, and finally smiled with peace of mind.

"Sure enough, I'm dreaming."

Soon, the numbness caused by the thunder faded away, and the bitterness quickly climbed up his cheeks again.

The guard stayed where he was, and the magic power of the Thunder Pillar spread along the rain in the air, covering the sky with a layer of electric light. It quickly aimed at the tallest metal around - the sculpture whose head had been removed. , the bright Lei Suo extended from the main body, directly connected to its raised right arm.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a violent explosion, the sculpture turned into a ball of fireworks without holding on for a second, and the clotheslines tied to it became a new carrier of lightning, roaring towards the surrounding buildings amidst continuous sparks , immediately turned the buildings around the freight yard into a sea of ​​flames.

Unknown wizards rushed out of the house in a panic. Before they had time to see what happened, they were entangled by the running current, and fell to the ground one by one, twitching like stranded fish. Great view.

After a while, the thunderclouds dissipated, together with the dense rain clouds, and the sky became clear again. The guard stretched his neck and looked towards the direction where the thunder fell. There was only a scorched black impact crater left there. He wanted to raise his head to take a closer look. Some, but were rushed by a hungry wolf-like figure in the box behind him, with blood-red eyes fixed on his neck. The people in the box seemed unable to move their hands and feet, so they could only open their mouths wide and bite hard on his throat.

There was a "clack" sound from the guard's throat, and he lost his breath after a while.

People were startled by the sudden commotion, and they panicked. More and more black wizards ran out of the big house they occupied, asking in horror what happened just now, but the thunder pillars disappeared without a trace. Those near here don't know what happened.

In the alley where the man ran out at the beginning, a group of murderers who made the surrounding "residents" retreat three feet chased them out. They ran to the side of the pit quickly. Like abstract and wild murals, at the bottom of the pit, a broken green figure is struggling in pain. The wizard with the Horcrux can never be eliminated, and the lost fog that guides the soul appears around the man's remnant soul. The portal of the Misty Illusion is about to open, and it is relieved, since it has experienced such things many times since it created the Horcrux.

It closed its eyes and waited for a moment, but the comfort that belonged to the soul did not appear. The people by the pit watched helplessly as the fog gathered and then dissipated as if it was hindered. It was still difficult to form. They looked at the scene in front of them in surprise , finally, the mist finally condensed together, and a white narrow opening was opened. Just when the remnant soul happily reached out to touch it, a long spear with lightning flashed lightly flew out of the narrow opening, Firmly inserted the green shadow on the ground.

They stared dumbfounded at the transformation of the spear that pierced through the man, pinching its body like a claw, and dragging it into the mist of its thoughts.

The lightning was spectacular enough to be seen from the south as well as the north.

……

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore returned to King's Cross Station, looked at Nelson who was sitting beside Ludwig in a daze, coughed lightly, woke Nelson up and asked, "Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, professor, I talked with him for a while," Nelson nodded, stood up, and said with a smile, "I hope Ludwig can leave happily, of course, these words are too Chi, to put it bluntly, this can only comfort us living people."

"I have already contacted the representatives of the International Federation of Wizards." Dumbledore's eyes revealed a complex expression of concern for the world, "I hope we will not see worse development before you graduate."

(End of this chapter)