My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 627 God?
"Delusion to enjoy gifts but not serve God? Even want to kill God?"

Hai Erbo let out a sinister grin behind Dumbledore, "How can there be such a good thing in the world? Crazies like you, who fell in front of me in the end, are rare. No one is special."

Dumbledore's pupils shrank suddenly. He was not good at dealing with such elusive enemies, but fortunately, under Grindelwald's delay, he prepared the most suitable spell for the moment.

An indescribably sweet bird song sounded between the two, a phoenix bathed in silver light bloomed like a flame, it stretched its wings, and the flames of the soul sprinkled on Hai Erbo's body, causing him to take two steps back , the Patronus Curse, this spell originally designed to fight against Haierbo has an almost instinctive suppression on him, which is why Grindelwald said that Nelson restrained Haierbo—except for transfiguration and alchemy In addition, more than half of the spells he is good at are related to the Patronus Charm, or simply put, they are all extensions of the Patronus Charm.

The flames of the phoenix cannot only affect the soul. With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the proud and beautiful body of the phoenix was shaped out of thin air with magic power. The moment Haierbo appeared, the spirit body and the entity merged into one, and they spread their wings and rushed towards him. In the past, it was tightly bound to Haierbo's body. The soft feathers turned into hard steel. Under the leadership of sharp claws, they penetrated deeply into Haierbo's body. The power of the soul collided with the filth of black magic, Thick smoke rose from Haierbo's body, and he made a "sizzling" sound of half-fried meat.

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald in the distance from the corner of his eye. His body was entwined by a green fog belt extending from Helbo's body. A part of Devo, as the most dangerous black wizard in the world, his research on black magic is better than most people, and the deeper he is influenced by Haierbo, the denser the green fog, the more dense it becomes. Devo kept apparating and carrying the running cocoon, making his movements gradually slow down.

Haierbo showed a surprised expression, the patron saint's beak cut his cheek, dark red blood flowed down his cheek, and slid into his mouth, and there was a faint fishy smell. Excitement, on the other hand, was shock that Dumbledore in front of him could hurt him.

He looked at Fenghuang's firm eyes, and suddenly smiled, because he saw an imperceptible, faint blackness from the back of this patron saint's eyes.

"Haha, it seems that everyone has a secret and sneaky side, don't you think so?"

Haierbo's eyes widened, and the hidden magic power shot at the patron saint from the pupils. In the next second, the black magic in its eyes boiled like boiling water, and the color became thicker and thicker, making its eyes cloudy.

Dumbledore's pupils were instantly covered in black, Haierbo's magic power was vented to him through the eyes of the patron saint as if free of money. It began to spread rapidly to the whole body.

"Oh... I thought you'd be as pure and perfect as those phony saints in those disgusting legends."

A smile appeared on the corner of Haierbo's mouth. He shook his head, increased the output of magic power, and enjoyed this long-lost wonderful feeling of turning a person who thought he was steadfast and unshakable into his own puppet. He sighed: "I It should be said that black magic is my creation, and those who are driven by my creation will definitely become my servants. It is wonderful, Albus Dumbledore, who is admired by the world in this era, is a defender of justice, Great educator, patron saint of Muggles, the only black magic I’ve ever used in my life is the Killing Curse I’m most proud of. Five years ago, a lowly Muggle fell under your wand, didn’t you? "

As the words burst out of his mouth one by one, the thin white mist squeezed out with difficulty from the tip of Dumbledore's wand. The unshaven Pole was holding a dirty glass, facing The fear of death suddenly dissipated, replaced by the disgust that made Haierbo extremely happy. His mouth opened wide, and he uttered a series of silent curses. With an agitated expression, he waved his wine glass and knocked on Dumbledore's head continuously, but unfortunately , Dumbledore, who was struggling, couldn't hear his voice at all, which made the face of the Polish man who passed away after the Death Curse be filled with resentment, which continued to swell like a balloon, and finally burst in silent wailing.

Black mist gushed out from his exploded body, enveloping Dumbledore in an instant, and the imprint of black magic appeared on the tip of his staff, slowly climbing upwards.

"Everyone wants to distance themselves from me, but no one can resist my magic," Haierbo stretched out his hand, not caring that his body had been pierced by the phoenix's feathers and sharp claws, crushing the patron saint The head, the patron saint connected to the soul, was severely injured. Dumbledore's face instantly turned pale, and the trembling and trembling disappeared. Dumbledore fell backward slowly like a frozen corpse. Open your palm and draw Dumbledore towards yourself, and the other hand is in the shape of a claw, and it looks straight at Dumbledore's eyes, "Your relationship with black magic is like pregnancy, Albus Dumbledore , You can say you are not pregnant or you are pregnant, but you can’t say you are only a little bit pregnant, this world is either black or white, you are either white or black, it’s up to you to choose.”

Haierbo has been locked in the Misty Realm for too long, so long that he can only talk to those wandering souls passing by, but how can those souls who have removed their memories and colors respond to his abundant desire to communicate?The long-term dormancy made him cautious again, until Pythia's prophecy came true, he could finally speak loudly, and he became like a chattering old man, talking endlessly when he caught people.

"Will your soul be as soft as theirs, my dear boy?"

Dumbledore only felt as if he had sunk into a pair of soft arms, and under the warm embrace was the real and reassuring heartbeat. He sniffed the smell at the tip of his nose, which was filled with decades-old houses in Godrico Valley. There was no smell of burning smoke, and his sight was wrapped in thick white mist, but through the mist, he saw his father sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, his mother busy in the kitchen, his sister building blocks, and holding a letter. The letter was being handed to his brother in disgust.

Compared with the appearance that had been repeatedly repaired by myself and Aberforth many years later, the old house in the Dumbledore family was much older, but it was no longer deserted and deserted, as if it would collapse at any time.

He knew it was fake, but wished it was true, people always have weaknesses, and what he saw was the softest part of his heart that he presented to Hai Erbo.

……

"Gnar," a silver little phoenix that had just been reborn from the ashes was held by Nelson's ear, and Dumbledore's voice came out. As early as the moment Grindelwald restrained Haierbo, this patron saint had already Found Nelson who woke up, and the Patronus magic cast by Dumbledore himself was just a soul spell he tried when he observed Nelson subdue Peeves during the Triwizard Tournament. The conversation between the three of them was repeated in the original form, and they asked seriously, "Did you hear me clearly?"

"I see." Nelson nodded vigorously, "Professor, I let him out, and I will be responsible for locking him up."

"No," the patron saint said seriously, "it's not your responsibility, we should be blamed for having to put this burden on you, I only used black magic once in my life and fell into such a disadvantage, now The problem is, you also used the Cruciatus Curse in Troka's bar that day, I was a little worried about it, but fortunately he didn't erode me too deeply, it's just that these people..."

It glanced worriedly at the Aurors who had been absorbed by Haierbo's magic power. These elite wizards could only go to the resting place in a daze with the support of colleagues who rushed over. Dumbledore couldn't imagine it. How powerful Haierbo will become with such authority, he is even more worried that the ancestor of black magic who was able to set such a huge trap more than 2000 years ago must be a thoughtful person, even if his mind is splitting The Queen of Souls may be affected, but that doesn't make him an exposed weakness.

"Professor," Nelson shook his head, "I won't be affected by him, and neither will you... After several years of research, I discovered that the power of magic does not come from the spell, but from the state of mind when casting the spell .”

"I believe in you, Gnar." Dumbledore took a deep look at Nelson, and then at Tom, who was fighting with the poisonous snake not far away. Two huge slender figures had already hit the group of corpses, as if In the scene in the myth, he retracted his gaze and said, "I believe you, but Gnar, don't put too much pressure on yourself. In the next time, Gellert and I will try our best to delay Hai Erbo, and we will put All the information collected is for you, I hope you can find... a way to save this world!"

Both of them felt that there seemed to be some kind of magical relationship between the poisonous snake and Hai Erbo, which was similar to a horcrux. They complemented each other and formed an imperceptible magic pathway.

Phoenix pecked at Nelson's temple, his eyes quickly dimmed and disappeared into a ball of white light.

Nelson straightened and raised his wand.

At the same time, his voice was heard in the ears of every soldier wearing a missionary present, and their arms were also pulled by the metal wand, and they were raised with the same movements and angles as Nelson and everyone. , The sleeves rubbed against the body, making a deafening "欻" sound!

When one person raises a wand, people just take a second look. When a group of people raise their wands, people may think they have signed up for some training class, but when almost a city full of people raise their wands in perfect unison. When the wand is used, people just feel shocked.

These warriors who were Muggles before dawn turned their bodies, some of them faced the direction of Haierbo, and the other part pointed their wands at the huge poisonous snake in unison.

The furnace on Alexander's chest was spinning rapidly and became hotter and hotter. The thick steel plate was dripping with molten iron. Compared with hitting people with fists, its true meaning was reflected.

Soon, Nelson saw the path of each spell and the position when they fell on the poisonous snake. His wand adjusted the angle like a baton, and the movements of the Muggles instantly became chaotic, but there were more An inexplicable sense of coordination.

"Become my No.1 slave in this era, you deserve this honor."

A sense of tension suddenly surged in Haierbo's heart. He was more trustworthy than anyone else and decided to speed up. His dirty nails and fingertips dyed black by magic power were about to poke Dumbledore's eyes.

"Zheng!"

A sword-like beep sounded suddenly, and Haier's eyes swept away. Grindelwald in the distance broke free from the restraint at some point. Swinging down, Haierbo felt the strong malice in the attacking spell, shook his head indifferently, and continued to approach Dumbledore's eyes with two fingers.

"As I said, black magic is just my nourishment. Compared with this Dumbledore, you—"

"Whoosh!"

The lingering wind blade pierced through the air, and he came to Hai Erbo in an instant. He still had a disdainful smile on his face, even though his five fingers flew up into the sky, he still smiled.

etc?Hai Erbo's eyes widened, and he took a closer look. The five fingers on his hand that was stretched out to Dumbledore were all cut off at the root, and the cut surface was neat and smooth, as if being cut by the sharpest knife. He raised his severed hand to his mouth, licked the unstoppable blood, and felt the smell of black magic remaining on the broken hand.

"It turned out to be a brand new black magic, different from the path I created..."

He looked at Grindelwald with a sigh, but was kicked on the face by the paw of the real phoenix that suddenly appeared.

It was Fawkes, it sensed Dumbledore's fear, the flame squeezed the space, and hit Helbo angrily.

Haierbo, who had been humiliated one after another, was worried that he had nowhere to vent. He grinned grinningly, spread his five fingers in his intact hand, and sucked Fox into his hand. Its mission of hindering Haierbo had been successfully accomplished.

Haierbo pinched the phoenix's beak with his fingers, choking its angry cry. He seemed to be intimately touching the fluff on Fox's head with his newborn fingers, and his fingers were burned into patches, but These scars quickly recovered, but Fawkes' pupils constricted suddenly, and then, with a scream, it turned into a violent flame, temporarily separating Dumbledore and Helbo, the crumpled chick. The bird fell from mid-air, and Grindelwald, who appeared out of nowhere, held it in his hand, and put his other arm around Dumbledore's shoulder, leading him back and away.

Just as Haierbo raised his wand and pointed in the direction of the two, a dazzling thunder light penetrated the fog and came to his side. The spell formed, and in the urban area on the other side of the fog, the Muggles put down their wands and looked at each other in surprise.

When Thunder Spear appeared in Haierbo's line of sight, he had already been hit. His shoulder and forearm were pierced by lightning, and he was firmly nailed to the ground while maintaining the posture of raising his staff. This time he didn't have to lick , can also feel the source of the magic power that made him tremble in this group of thunder, the hatred in his eyes is undisguised, he is staring at the direction of the spear, his expression is distorted, the last piece of skin turns from virtual to real, and he is personable The despicable demeanor was thrown to the ground, and replaced by despicable and wretched ones. The despicable Hai Erbo officially appeared on the stage in disgrace.

He turned his head abruptly, swung his arm vigorously, and let the long hair cut his bones and muscles, and the vicious spell covered Grindelwald and Dumbledore. He had to solve the two disgusting old men Guy, go find that nasty Nelson again, he has even imagined the disgusting appearance of Nelson giving him the middle finger.

Embarrassingly, the spell disappeared in mid-air, and a frosted mirror stood there with an abstract painting behind it, as if his spell had been sucked into the painting.

(End of this chapter)