My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 619 Crazy Eye
"Roar!"

Bogin Burke sat proudly on the top of the corpse group, imagining the beautiful scene of his ruling the world, his eyes fixed on Alexander who had been motionless for a long time, with a determined smile on his face.

Even if Alexander didn't move, the furnace in his chest was scorching hot to the extreme. The steel was melting and reshaping all the time, even higher than the load when he was fighting Mo Ran. He found that almost all of Alexander's magic power was used Maintaining the surrounding alchemy items connected to it—from the artificial stars in the sky to the central alchemy magic circle hidden in the lake behind, its own destructive power has been squeezed to the extreme, Bojin Burke is a little confused, since Nelson Can make an Alexander, why not make another to help it share the pressure?

"Maybe he doesn't have time?" Borgin Bock didn't think much about it, but at this moment he, who was usually cautious, became extremely arrogant, as if he was a different person, the blue eyes in his eyes exuded a terrifying cold light, and under him In the mountain of piled corpses, every infernal corpse has the same eye. He stared at Alexander happily and licked his lips, "Everyone is afraid of this thing...but I defeated it, who Who cares how I beat it?"

Even though the group of Yin corpses under him was as huge as Alexander, but somehow there was a crooked obscenity. It stretched out an arm connected by the grasp of Yin corpses, and stretched out towards Alexander secretly, but just When he was about to get close to it, the armor on Alexander's abdomen opened piece by piece, and the scorching red rays streaked across one by one, cutting the arm of the giant composed of infernal corpses into pieces smaller than the size of a single infernal corpse.

Borgin Burke's eyes widened suddenly, and the corpse under his seat disintegrated instantly, and his figure disappeared into the tide of corpses without a trace.

The moment the mountain of corpses disintegrated, Tom broke into the army of millions of corpses. With his appearance, the crowd of corpses boiled, and their blue one-eyed eyes became shiny, adding a touch of darkness to the night. The strange brilliance of faint blue.

"Hold on! These Muggles don't have the favor of magic, even if they hold the same wand as us, they can't use the same magic as us! They can't break through our defense line! Hold! Wait for Borgin Burke's attack before dawn , we will win!"

Seeing that the stupid corpse mountain giant Bojin Burke finally disintegrated and turned into a terrifying wave of corpses, the old wizard roared excitedly, commanding the Aurors and the reinforcement wizards to arm their defenses. A whole city was already in the middle of a fierce battle It was razed to the ground, and only a few damaged buildings including the residence of the International Federation of Wizards remained standing. The sound of gunshots and explosions of spells rang out, and the wizards fought and retreated, their pride had been beaten Shattered, they discovered to their horror that even without stealing wizards' magic and wands, those stupid Muggles had the means to kill Muggles.

Grindelwald's proposition suddenly appeared in the eyes of many elderly wizards many years ago. They remembered the aircraft and cannon that Grindelwald showed them. The disdain back then became full of fear after being confirmed at this moment. From the beginning, the topic of Grindelwald's vision quickly spread among the crowd.

"Come on, kill me!" The old wizard's heart was beating wildly, and he showed a decisive smile to Nelson who was rushing towards him, "Let the world see what kind of person you are!"

The Aurors guarding him came from left and right, surrounding him like an iron barrel.

"Are you desperate?! Come and die!"

"Ding--"

The extremely sharp impact sounded in everyone's ears suddenly, and then all the witnesses around were blinded, and all the sound, light, touch and perception were replaced by this dazzling white light, and time seemed to be frozen in time. this moment.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe more than ten years, before the audience who had lost their senses woke up from the horror. The Auror and the old wizard were still holding their wands in the direction where Nelson had just stood. The ground had been blasted into a large charred pit, which even connected to the lake not far away, and the bottom was gradually covered by the water, but Nelson had disappeared.

The eyes of both sides frantically searched for Nelson's figure, is he dead?
The next second, a cloud of white mist mixed with gunpowder smoke dissipated, and Nelson stood behind the old wizard and his party holding two wands, looking normal, even his clothes were not torn.

He walked towards Moody non-stop, but just as he took the first foot, a mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, he staggered and rushed forward.

As he fell, the Aurors surrounding the old wizard also lost their eyesight and fell limply to the ground. During the few seconds of fighting, only the old wizard was left standing alone.

When Nelson was about to fall, the Elder Wand in his right hand frantically attracted the debris of the surrounding mayflies. Nelson held a dilapidated rusty sword in his hand, supporting his body like a crutch. The red was fleeting, and in a trance, a looming red thread could be seen connecting the mass of red with Moody's chest.

The old wizard's eyes widened in horror. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand tremblingly to cover his chest. There was no sense of beating in his empty chest. It was a wonderful strategy. His heartbeat was connected to Moody's life. Everything was lost, but... he didn't have time to think about it, and then the words left by Nelson when he passed by rang in his ears, "Lend your heart."

The distance from behind the old wizard to in front of Moody seems to be longer than a circle around the earth. Every step Nelson took, his footsteps became heavier, and the rusty sword that hit the ground became weaker every time. There are spells thrown at him by the Aurors around him, but there will always be someone to help him block them.

Finally, he walked up to Moody, staring at Moody's bloody eye sockets, frozen there like a sculpture.

……

"Zweig!" Just when everyone thought Nelson was asleep, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "I know you're here!"

"Eyes are the windows of the soul. This is a truth that even Muggles know, especially for wizards. It has quite unique symbolic and ritual meanings in magic, which is why the opportunity left by your enemies in the end It's an eye," said a Muggle who was fighting with a salted fish Auror and who not long ago helped Nelson block two death curses, took off his wig to reveal his big tattooed bald head, and Zweig was stunned He missed the opponent's Auror, and appeared next to Nelson, he glanced at Moody, then at Nelson, and shook his head, "Sorry, Lord Grindelwald asked me to protect you here until dawn, before that I can't take the initiative to show up."

"I don't need your protection," Nelson said, one of Nelson's eyes was already covered by thick fog, and through the overlapping vision of the misty illusion and the present world, he could see Moody's weakened soul turning into wisps of blue smoke and escaping from the eye socket. Scattered, he gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you the best goblin? He needs your help now."

"You should understand this better than me, Nelson," Zweig shook his head again, "I can connect his nerves, heal his injuries, and even create a new eye for him, but the soul... ...You should be able to see that the voodoo ritual he experienced is not as simple as taking a photo, it seems to be just extracting the picture left in the fundus, but in fact, it is refining his soul."

As if he didn't hear Zweig's words, Nelson waved his wand like a lunatic. From the perspective of others, he was just angry, but in the blurred illusion that no one could see, an extremely precise hand was constantly He gathered Moody's scattered soul and stuffed it back into his body, but Moody's devastated soul, which was almost like a sieve, was no longer complete. Unless Nelson could continue to mend it like this for a lifetime, it would eventually be wiped out.

Nelson's eyes lit up and he reached into his pocket.

"Nelson, those eyes you showed me, with all due respect, they have the will to die..." Zweig looked pitifully at the two young lives on the cross who were dying. Useful, unless you can find one that fits them, but with billions of people in this world, how do you find the one that happens to fill his soul?"

Zweig sighed, stopped speaking, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Gnar!"

Tom's shout came from behind him, Nelson turned around, and saw Tom who was holding Borgin Burke's head half kneeling on the ground, he was raising his arm, and suddenly threw a blue light Throwing a small object, he pressed his knee firmly on Borgin Bock's heart and shouted, "Catch it!"

Nelson instinctively stretched out his hand, and grasped the gem that shone with blue light. The cold touch spread from his palm, even revealing a coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He just held it lightly, and felt as if something Something wanted to penetrate his body through the skin, and the stench from the ultimate black magic made his brows wrinkle. He was too familiar with this feeling.

A cloud of silver light spread out from his hand, slowly wrapping that eye. The gentle touch wrapped his palm, blocking the spread of black magic. He lowered his head and spread his palm, a blue eyeball It was lying in his palm, beating slowly like a heart.

He stared at the eyeball in his hand, then slowly raised his head, raised his hand, and raised the eyeball in front of Moody. The eyeball covered the blood hole where Moody lost his eye. On the face, there was a sense of harmony that shocked Nelson—as if it should be there.

The suffocation brought by fate made Nelson shudder. His heart began to beat crazily, and he almost jumped out of his chest. scrambling out a word that he thought should never come up again:

"Crazy eyes..."

"What?" Tom turned around to block the Auror who wanted to approach, and turned his head to shout at Nelson, "What did you say?"

He saw Nelson looking up at the sky through the shattered ceiling. He thought Nelson was looking at the stars that were constantly sending magic down to keep the missionaries and the center running, but he soon realized that Nelson's gaze Having crossed the gap between the stars, he gazed ironically at the chaotic deep space.

The magic power of centaur stargazing gathered and brewed in his eyes, and through the disordered sky, he found the faint star corresponding to Moody's life, whose trajectory had already been deviated in a certain collision , but at this point it seems to be back on a similar trajectory as before.

"It's... just right," Nelson shook his head, and said softly, "A young man whose body and soul are completely broken, at the moment of danger, received a ring that just happens to be filled with the magic power of the soul and is inextricably linked to him." Eyes, it's really an arrangement of fate."

Moody, who was tied to the cross with his head bowed, looked like a consecrated saint, and also like a sacrifice offered to fate. The image of Mad-Eye gradually became different from that of the young Alastor Moody coincides, fits perfectly, with almost no deviation.

"Sorry, Alastor."

Nelson took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, put his face close to Moody's ear, and his face was hidden in the shadows covered. He stretched out a hand and pressed it on Moody's weakly pulsating neck, with a little force on his fingertips, Moody The restrained body tensed suddenly, almost breaking free from the rope and bouncing up, and all the wounds covered by blood scabs around the eye sockets also burst open, blood spurted out again, and the pupils of Moody's intact eyes expanded rapidly, and when they were about to slacken, Nelson, who had moved to the front of him, had already pulled his hair and pushed his head down. The eyes of the two met in midair. The ocean in Nelson's eyes was rising from the silver steam brought by the early morning sunrise. It converged into Moody's pupils, making him regain clarity in an instant.

He didn't understand why Nelson was able to convey the news directly by displaying his memory. The complicated information exploded in his mind, causing a burst of cramping in his brain. After convulsing for a while, he stared wide at Eyes, biting his lip, nodded vigorously at Nelson.

"I will defeat him."

After all, he tilted his head and passed out again.

Nelson raised an arm, murmured vague incantations, and towering stone walls rose from the ground, enclosing him and the two crosses like a black box.

Not long after, Nelson came out of the closed stone wall. He looked at Nagini, who was found by Tom, and Myrtle, who was busy in the dust, and who didn't know when to rush over. There was no verbal communication, but he could read the eyes The two of them quickly walked into the stone wall.

……

"Who is this?"

After hearing the news, Nelson looked at Moody, who had woken up, and then at the girl Nagini carefully placed next to him, and asked softly, "Do you know any friends in Berlin?"

"Who?"

Moody was obviously in a daze. He was holding his head. The bandage on his forehead covered his bulging left eye. Pain was written all over his face. His lower body became extremely active, the pain covered by the injury and the anesthetic became clear, the severe pain of having one eye gouged out hit him suddenly, he was like a squished sponge, sweating profusely, the bed was covered with Wet in an instant, and the whole person became thinner and weaker for a while.

Nelson's eyes showed a look of unbearable and guilt. He shook his head and was about to knock Moody unconscious, but Tom grabbed his wrist.

"No," Tom shook his head at him, "you have to let him overcome all this by himself, otherwise he will live in the shadow of Borgin Burk all his life."

"Let's go," said Tom, "how long will your magic be ready?"

"Wait until dawn."

Nelson narrowed his eyes. After a moment of silence, he got up and prepared to return to the battlefield.

"Please...save her," Moody gritted his teeth and let out a disjointed whine in the extreme pain, "she is...the widow of Ludwig Kant."

(End of this chapter)