My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 598 Black Box
"boom!"

As if in a small space, the sound of gunfire echoed around for a long time, making it difficult to tell whether this shot was the end of the broken world, or the last sigh of the world before it was broken.

Crystal mirror fragments fell to the ground like raindrops, and Nelson, who was in the center of the battlefield, also saw countless faces of himself in these countless fragments, which reminded him of the last time he entered the hidden place to touch the skin. The inexplicable experience of the statue of Tia.

The broken mirror turned into wisps of thin mist and dissipated as it fell, and Nelson's vision quickly recovered. He looked around the surrounding environment, whether it was the ceiling, walls or floors, all showed dim wood. The space is not large, it can even be called small, and the head can be seen at a glance. It is a square room with a square shape, just like being in a suitcase.

This place is more like a warehouse. Large and small black boxes are stacked together, some are open, some are locked, some are suitcases, some are suitcases, and some are even just a wooden box painted black. Ya had disappeared, as if it had been shattered into pieces following the Battle of the Somme just now. Nelson walked to a locked box around him. After a lot of effort, he still couldn't open the lock. He found another one. An empty box with nothing inside.

These boxes are very similar to the suitcase that Dumbledore left him. Thinking that Pythia almost copied his own or even better fighting style, he had a guess in his mind.

"So, you're me from the future, aren't you?"

The question echoed in the box, and there was no response until it dissipated. Nelson took a breath and was about to ask again, but just before he opened his mouth, a strange sound came from not far away.

"Crack."

It was the sound of a lock being unlocked. Nelson's pupils froze, and he took a step towards the corner where a large number of boxes were piled up and the direction where the sound came from.

……

Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church.

On the roof of the block not far away, Jokunda was half-kneeling on the ground to bandage Andre, and a man in black leather shoes stood beside him, listening to him.

"I know what his most powerful and unique magic is," Andre said while clutching his chest, panting heavily, "it's a spell extended from the Patronus Charm and based on that, endowing objects with magical powers deformation."

"Oh? You also know this?"

"Based on Nelson's habit, he will definitely choose the most restrained spell to fight against the enemy as usual. The opponent is silent, and he will definitely choose the Patronus Charm." Andre's ribs seem to be broken, but he He didn't care about his injuries. The scarred old wizard had suffered countless times more serious injuries. He tightly grasped Jokunda's arm, almost pinching the girl's skin blue, but his But his eyes were fixed on the black leather shoes beside him, he looked up hard, and said intermittently, "That Momoran...is Barry, Nelson's friend. The magic power of negative emotions is born and restrained by the patron saint."

"You know so much, what else do you know?"

"That Moran, it's Barry, but it's not Barry anymore, I can't control it with Lord Grindelwald's magic, it's too huge," Andre's mouth twitched, "It won't show mercy, Nelson would be affected by magic power the first time he was attacked by it, the same as encountering a dementor, and he couldn't recall any happy memories, let alone rely on them to call the Patronus..."

Andre coughed heavily, and dark red blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. Seeing that his condition was already very bad, Jokunda made a decisive decision, knocked the old wizard unconscious, and continued the treatment.

She looked up at the man standing by the balcony railing in front of her—Tom Riddle, the guy who caught herself in Paris and eventually cornered the Winged Demon, in a smart suit that looked like I just finished an interview or a blind date, but the corners of the suit are rumpled and limp, and it seems like I have been wandering outside for a long time after the blind date.

He rested one hand on his waist, and rubbed his chin with the other hand. Right in front of him, Alexander, who was covered in red, was wrestling with the indescribable silence in the constant tearing and recovery. The two giants had already emerged from the wall. The center hit near the crack, destroying all the buildings that could be affected in the block. There were not even bricks and tiles left on the ground, and it was covered with a thick layer of fine dust. The melted masonry powder was slowly solidifying , keeping Alexander's footprints and the traces he dragged silently, like an abstract splash-ink painting.

The silent magic power spreads uncontrollably. Fortunately, there are almost no living things left in the center of Berlin. The original residents have already moved away, and only the raging black wizards, and those who just sneaked in not long ago, stayed here. Muggles preparing to take back their homeland.

Some mayflies wandering in the city recognized the missionary's message and built a crumbling barrier to protect the block where Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church is located. Under their guard, this not-so-new building almost became It has become the tallest landmark in Berlin.

Although there are no living people in the city, the streets are full of people, and those monsters that are called out by silent roars—maybe undead, maybe the condensed magic power, maybe the obsessions left by people. Such abstract things, Jokunda didn't know what those things were, but this didn't stop her from being terrified. Those ghosts became more real and creepy because they swallowed the silently dripping slime. Jokunda remembered that when she was young, she read in a certain book the custom of Eastern wizards leading the souls of the dead to cross the border on special festivals every year. In her mind, it was probably the scene in front of her eyes, but compared to those living in her memory. Relatives and friends, these monsters driven by depressive power are many times more terrifying. Even though the sky has long since been shattered by thunder, she still feels chilly as if she is in a deep cave.

The spirits of the dead wandered around the city together with the children born from silent mucus, approaching the neighborhood where Muggles and wizards fought. Jokunda was full of self-blame, she shouldn't have brought them here, but today It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why did this happen?

More and more wizards are appearing on the fringes of Berlin. The city that was originally closely monitored is now shrouded in an iron curtain. They only have time to see which street the black wizards gather because of the news of the Resurrection Stone. Immediately afterwards, Everything was darkened, all magical or non-magical monitoring was cut off, and the city was completely sealed and became impenetrable. Now that they were on the scene, they only dared to stand in the distance and watch the towering black wall. The aftermath of magic spreading outside made them flinch.

Although this place was supposed to be used as a cemetery, they couldn't accept that the execution started and ended in a way they couldn't control. The wizards from the International Federation of Wizards have already started to investigate the wall, and there are several well-trained The Auror team has set off, but so far, no one has come out. There seems to be a dead area covered by a death curse. They are looking forward to a tragic sacrifice. Compared to no news, this is already the best news they can think of up.

The strange thing is that Nurmengard is the closest to here, but they didn't see the saints around. The group of guys who ran around carrying projectors and magazines all day showed up, and they didn't look at them either. to a saint.

Tina Scamander stood on the balcony of the high-rise building occupied by the International Federation of Wizards, looking nervously at the distant wall. She had seen silence before, but the scene now was quite different from the one in her memory. Even at such a distance, she was affected by the magic and became depressed, and even began to empathize with what kind of childhood this silent person experienced to become so terrible.

She didn't receive an order, so she could only stand by where she was, her eyes wandering aimlessly around. Suddenly, she noticed the intertwined eyes passing by a corner of a building in the distance—a forehead covered with tattoos was exposed under the hood, a tall The figure and the determined eyes are the saint and the most wanted criminal of the Magic Congress of America - Zweig.

Zweig obviously saw her too. After the two missed their eyes, he was already hiding behind the building. Without hesitation, Tina grabbed the broom leaning against the railing and soared into the air, rushing forward like a bolt of lightning. Fly in the direction of Wigg.

But he is no longer there. There are two wizards lying on the roof of that building, a man and a woman. The witch's robe has the logo of the gangsters. Pocket watches seemed to be placed on their chests. The faces of both of them were very bad. Tina also saw some leaves and powder scattered around them. She recognized these things. When she was studying in Ilvermorny, the wizard of Goblin Academy They are best at treating the wounded in this way. It seems that Zweig was treating them just now, but was interrupted by her and left in a hurry.

Tina's expression gradually became serious. Why are there wounded here, or two wizards?What was the most recent possible injury?She quickly had the answer in her mind: the battle inside the wall, the two unconscious wounded may have been affected by the battle in the black box, or even they may have participated in that battle but escaped, no matter what the situation, They must have all witnessed what happened.

Without hesitation, Tina stood up and shouted in the direction of her colleague: "Come on, there are wounded here!"

……

"Did you know? Gnar has often told me that in a story with ups and downs, the supporting character who holds the key clues will often die or faint two seconds before the key information is spoken," Tom just glanced at Joaquin But his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger, which made the already nervous Jokunda even more afraid to move. She didn't know why Tom suddenly appeared in Berlin, and why he found him in a secret place so easily. The injured Andre and her, "He told me that this is usually created by the author and screenwriter to disgust the audience. Fortunately, this old man is not a very disgusting person, at least he finished his words."

Jokunda couldn't see Tom's face, but she could see the ghosts wandering in the street. After he arrived, they chose to walk around a block to approach the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. She didn't understand what it was like People or what kind of magic can make this kind of horrible thing feel scared. Tom is like a pillar inserted in the turbulent flow, abruptly splitting the water flow that would collapse the embankment due to the impact.

Her heart relaxed a little, but instead she felt colder. What puzzled her most was that, in such an environment, Tom not only didn't tremble, but looked as if he was at home, safe and happy.

"Riddle..."

She wanted to make a roll of bandages quietly and pretend that she didn't exist, but she called Tom's name out of nowhere.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Tom shook his shoulders and laughed, "Miss, I wasn't talking to you just now."

Now Jokunda couldn't be quiet and Tom had strangled the chatter.

"Hey, look here."

Tom raised his chin, and said to Momo, who was far away, in a frivolous tone. Jokunda thought he meant it, but who would have thought that the next second, Momo who was fighting with Alexander suddenly turned his head, He stared fixedly in Tom's direction.

What a terrifying face... Countless human faces are stacked together to form a face like an ancient priest's mask. They are the young Barry at different times and the ones belonging to Armando Di On Pate's face, Barry was crying, but the depressed mood was different, while Dippet always had his proud and rigid expression.

The combination of two completely different faces outlines the yin and yang sides, making Moran's flat face look three-dimensional and vivid. Its eyes are still two groups of white with blurred borders. The difference is that Barry's past stories are in the pupils It was staged quickly, and was quickly crushed by the jagged eye sockets, silently eating away at its host, supplementing its strength with Barry's past.

Tom even got a view of Barry being strapped in the cabin, and an immature boy approaching him slowly, holding a wand in his hand.

The picture flashed quickly, and soon froze on the face of Armando Dippet sternly yelling, and suddenly got stuck. This was a memory that Barry wanted to forget, but it was so profound that it was born because of it. The silence is hard to shake.

Just at the moment when Moran was stunned, Alexander punched him in the face, and the faces that made up his face were distorted and deformed, and they fell one by one. The beams of light that burst out from around him cut through the silent body, as if they were looking for something.

Tom narrowed his eyes. He knew what Alexander was doing, which coincided with his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)