My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 625 The Most Dangerous Dark Lord and the Greatest White Wizard
The dark green crescent-shaped arc of light is sharper than any sword in the world. The city entrenched above people’s heads is almost vulnerable to its ravages. It even splits the sound in half. .

But the edge of this crescent is not as smooth as a sword. It is eroding the boundary between the present world and the illusory world every moment, so that the intersection between the two that moves with the crescent is covered by dense and random points. It is expanding in peristalsis all the time, like a group of creatures that gather together, reproduce continuously, and expand without order.

Dumbledore's pupils constricted, and the crescent moon reflected in the lens was even more condensed and terrifying. He had seen a similar scene. It was a plague of locusts that he encountered when he passed by a certain country in Africa when he was young. They ate and destroyed everything. Wherever they passed, what remained Only the cry of the peasants and the barren white fields.

A sense of oppression like a "leader" burst out from its tearing edge to all around. In front of the ancestor of black magic, any self-proclaimed evil would not be able to help but crawl, and those black magic curses splashing around the battlefield flinched. Frozen in the air, waiting for the crescent moon to pass them by, open their hungry mouths, swallow them whole, become the meager nourishment of this ruining spell, and those spells that do not belong to the category of black magic collide with it The moment of being annihilated in the invisible, the mantis is like a cart, but after the locust swarm crosses the border, even the ashes cannot be left.

For Haierbo's magic, these miscellaneous spells can only be called appetizers. In his eyes, only the figure of Nelson wrapped in silver light is left in his eyes. At some point, the silver rain in the sky has begun to pour down. , They occupied the sky in an impenetrable way, making the mighty dark green light arc look eclipsed, but Hai Erbo was not discouraged by this, instead his hands trembled with excitement.

In his eyes, Yin Yu was deconstructed into the most authentic form of magic power. He finally understood where the "grand death" he was grateful for came from. The killer turned out to be the wizard who put himself into death like a bereaved dog !He doesn't care what this silver rain is for, because the more souls rushing to die, it is a great blessing to him. The gate of death is washed by a large number of souls, and he also feels Your own connection with the present world is getting closer and closer.

Nelson's magic power exudes a fatal attraction, he can't wait for a moment, he just wants to taste this rare delicacy quickly, like stealing other people's power when he was still active, and pocket this unique little power middle.

The wand called "Avada" became even more excited, and it was also aroused by the mysterious power of death.

Suddenly, Hai Erbo noticed the man standing in front of the crescent moon.

Who is that?He thought for a long time before he found the figure of this man from his long memory. He seemed to be just an insignificant mortal. The guy who came with Nelson when he went to the Mirage to rescue the souls kidnapped by Salem hadn't come close yet. After death, the soul has already been overwhelmed. Those consumables who have been devoting themselves to death to replenish his nutrients in the previous year seem to value this man very much, but the souls of humans and gods are fundamentally different. No matter how much he admires him, it is just a boring joke for Hai Erbo.

Hai Erbo just thought it was funny, these stupid mortals always like to persuade themselves to die with various reasons, he would not even take a look at such a mediocre person before, but now he wants to firmly I can imprint this man's face in my heart.

Because this will be the first sacrifice to die under his wand after his great cause, which has been interrupted for thousands of years, is rediscovered. When people refer to their great master in the future, they will think of this overreaching challenger.

"What's his name?" Haierpo kept grasping and releasing his empty palm, feeling the gradually concrete touch with the blooming of black magic, and frowned, "Albus Dumbledore ?”

Dumbledore turned his head silently, and glanced at Nelson out of the corner of his eye. This student who made it difficult for him to evaluate was still maintaining that unprecedented giant magic ceremony, and as a teacher, as a self-proclaimed shoulder of the world. It's time for him to stand up.

He turned his head sharply, staring closely at Haierbo's spell. The edge of the arc of light quickly widened and expanded in his eyes, and the half-moon glasses were almost completely filled with dark green. Compared with this terrible spell , His figure is just a small speck of dust.

Dumbledore took a step forward, his knees were slightly bent, his right hand holding the wand was raised high, and it was close to his left ear filled with despair and wailing, his arm blocked one eye, and his gaze could only be seen from the back of the glasses. The gap squeezed out, and the arc of light approached rapidly like a flickering one. It took a few seconds for the high-rise building along its traveling route to reveal the half-cut incision, and slowly slid down along the smooth incision.

In just a few breaths, the curse had already approached him. As the only stickler standing out from the crowd, he slowly lowered his back, and the hand holding the wand was cramped and stiff from too much force. Just as Crescent Moon was about to meet with The moment he passed by, Dumbledore waved his wand, as if holding a delicate rapier, and moved resolutely towards the long-awaited spell. His arm was instantly wrapped in phoenix flames, which belonged to the transfiguration technique. The unique magical power is brewing and condensing at the tip of the wand. The almost negligible point of the fragile wooden wand is so vulnerable compared with the devastating black magic. People who noticed this scene didn't even have time to make expressions. But almost everyone agrees that the most brilliant of wizards is leaving them.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Dumbledore clearly saw that the tip of the staff intersected with the sharpest point of the arc of light. Immediately afterwards, his right hand wrapped in the warm flames of the phoenix felt a burning pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Suddenly, a colorless but arrogant flame ignited at the tip of the wand, which instantly broke the balance of the moment when the magic power converged. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the pocket watch in Grindelwald's hand emitting a soft light, and that The wand that Grindelwald picked up from the ground decayed and collapsed as if it had gone through a thousand years.

"boom!"

The shock that swept across everything spread in all directions with Dumbledore as the center, and completely wiped out the still strong building wreckage in Berlin. This city that can only be called a plain is now completely replaced by a half-collapsed mirage. Standing tall, only the ward made of four stone slabs and Alexander connecting the clouds to Nelson remained. Before the combatants close to Dumbledore had time to react, they flew to the rear as if hit by shells, flying in the air. After drawing a perfect parabola, he fell into the crowd of ghosts who lost their controller and stood there blankly.

The only wizard who reacted was Tom. The moment he saw the backs of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he took a step forward, waved his wand, and a giant python protruding from the clouds was like a black lightning, moving swiftly. Chopping on the ground, using its thick body to wrap around the poisonous snake condensed by black magic, the two behemoths instantly fell into a savage fight.

But Tom's curse still comes from black magic after all. Although his will will not be swayed by the founder of the black magic of Rao Shizi, the scales on the snake's body are still deeply pierced into the body of the giant python. The blood spurted out, and almost instantly, Tom's giant python was sucked by it into a shriveled body with snake skin hanging on it. The poisonous snake was even stronger because of this, but the tail flick of the giant python's dying struggle still smashed the inside, Before the deep pit and the giant python dissipated, the last struggle tripped the black magic poisonous snake. It howled angrily, but finally fell down in the pit a second before the impact hit. Its huge body served as a wall, Protect the people in the center of the battlefield from the impact.

In the blink of an eye, the shock that had just spread out in all directions gathered around Dumbledore again, and the reverse gust of wind blew the crowd to pieces, but this time, Alexander, who was kneeling on the ground, blocked the cold wind for them .

Both the diffusion and the constriction happened in an instant, so fast that most wizards didn't even have time to draw out their wands. Only a few people like Tom who had trained "Wizards" had time to react, and the people who were still standing were shrouded in shock. He stared dumbfounded at the two figures in front of him.

Dumbledore stood up straight, and put down his right hand holding his wand calmly, as if he just showed Hogwarts students the simple transformation technique of turning a mouse into a teapot or a teapot into a porcupine, Grindelwald Standing sideways beside him, the crescent moon that was almost equated with the doomsday has disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

In front of Dumbledore, a cylindrical building cracked a slanting scar at the height of one person. Immediately afterwards, the building hundreds of meters high collapsed and hit the ground, raising white clouds all over the sky. Fog, the mirage in front of Dumbledore has become unobstructed, replaced by the tumbling sea of ​​clouds as seen on the top of the mountain, proving the existence of that terrifying spell, and with just one blow, half the city was razed On the flat ground, the poisonous snake that was condensed by countless black magics and hard to look directly at was washed away by the aftermath of the curse, and half of its body was blown to a bloody mess, and its magic power was disordered. They dare not imagine that if that arc of light really rushed What kind of consequences will it be if you enter the crowd?

For a moment, the joy of surviving after the catastrophe and an inexplicable hope spread among the crowd, but Dumbledore, who was being watched with anticipation, did not feel much joy.

Through the turbulent lost fog, he saw a pair of abyss-like eyes that made his heart stop beating, which couldn't be covered by the thick fog.

"I must say, I didn't mean to upstage you, Albus," Grindelwald said in a voice that only Dumbledore could hear, throwing away the rotting and broken wand in his hand, "it's just that I found that there happened to be someone I could You don’t want to block a spell and collapse, do you?”

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, tightly holding the small bottle in his pocket with his left hand, smiling and shaking his head: "Of course."

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly. They both realized that even if they hadn't fought side by side for decades, even if the confrontation as enemies replaced the friendship in their youth, the familiar and seamless cooperation is still easy to come by, as if they have never left .

Grindelwald knew that Dumbledore was better at defending, and he also knew that he would leave just the right space for the point that was most suitable for his attack, and Dumbledore understood that the moment he waved his wand, his old partner around him would be able to attack immediately. Understand your intentions and make the most appropriate cooperation.

"I remembered that when you were 17 years old, we went to the primeval forest of Albania to help the local hunters expel vampires together during the summer vacation."

"Yeah, after all these years, it still feels the same," Dumbledore nodded, "nothing has changed."

"I remember that vampires have become your friends since then. In the capital of every country, you can always find a bar owned by a vampire that doesn't pay you." Grindelwald smiled freely, "Really Come on, it was a really tough fight we won."

"At that time, I didn't even understand Transfiguration, so I was only thinking about becoming famous."

"It's no different from now," Grindelwald shrugged, and glanced at the end of the mist. "It wasn't easy for us to fight back then, and it's not easy for us to fight now, but we all won in the end, didn't we?"

Dumbledore smiled silently.

"All?" The hoarse, snake-like voice questioned with an ancient accent. There seemed to be an abyss-like vortex in the eyes on the other side of the mist. The mist that blocked the line of sight became thinner and thinner. After reading the conversation between the two, "It's a pity to disturb your reminiscences. I'm sorry to meet you. In 540, [-] months and [-] days, I was already the king of this world."

"I remember clearly." Grindelwald took a step forward, stood in front of Dumbledore, and stepped on the broken wand.

"Yeah, among the great dynasties that have lasted for more than 300 years, what I like the most is to hang people who call themselves heroes like you on the tower." Haierbo's tone did not fluctuate at all, "Compared to endless killing, This is a less time-consuming and labor-intensive way of shaping authority, and I—"

"Ah."

"Let me borrow your wand," Grindelwald interrupted Haierbo's memory, looked at the broken wand under his feet, and pulled it casually, knocking out a stunned arrogant man who was blown over by the impact. Luo Lao came to his side, took the wand from his hand that was as stiff as a chicken paw, and signed a sign on Auror's forehead with this new wand, "If you are lucky enough to come home alive, you can go to Gerry Govic wants new ones, and I order over a thousand wands a year from him."

Dumbledore looked helplessly at Grindelwald, who randomly grabbed people for wands, throwing the wand owner aside, shook his head, put his wand against his throat, and said loudly to the remnants of the International Federation of Wizards: " Now follow my command, stick to your position, prohibit the use of black magic, guard Nelson Williams to complete his ceremony, and wait for my return... If I don't return for a long time, follow his command!"

(End of this chapter)