My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 635 Undercover
"A raw face?"

The man stared at Tom with interest, rubbing the back of his hand against his chin. After observing for a while, he stared at the wand in Tom's hand with a playful expression, "It's not long since I came to 'Little Sun'."

"the little sun?"

"This city-state is called Little Sun by me. It sounds very pleasant, right? It's warm. You must have heard that it's safe here, so you escaped here, right?" The man tilted his head, looking at the huge The ruins scattered under the ravages of the dragon, said, "In the past six years since the 'little sun' can only enter and cannot enter, your spells are the best. .”

"Oh? Really," Tom nodded, "I'd like to see it."

"Maybe you have something different, young man." Looking at the extraordinary Tom, the man's eyes were full of greed and aggression. Tom looked like a pampered nobleman in this era, and he noticed Tom's hand. The magic wand, which is considered a rare item in the whole peninsula, most of the wizards who use the magic wand come from the northwest of Europe. They master the magic that is very different from the ancient Greek wizards. He has already begun to imagine what unknown spells Tom has mastered. Enough Let him go one step further, stand out under Lord Haierbo, and gain greater favor... The man quickly pulled away from his imagination, and put forward unrefusable conditions like every time he came here before, "I believe you have seen it They are here...the appearance of living and working in peace and contentment, sunshine, freedom, and sweet fruits. I know the reason why you people are here, nothing more than not being able to look directly at the majestic figure of Lord Haierbo. I am a person who advocates peace, and I can't bear it. Seeing so many mortals in the city bleed to death, I can pretend that nothing happened, but even I have to pay a big price to hide it from my lord."

"Oh."

Tom pretended to be listening.

"Master Haierbo is the god of magic!" The man showed a pious expression, turned around and bowed in the direction he came from, "He bestowed a city-state on the weak and unworthy of being his children, a city-state to recuperate and multiply. Those who have spied the magic power are not allowed to be under his rule, even though he doesn't care about you who are weak at all, magic should bathe in his glory."

In a simple description, Tom has heard a lot of nonsense taken from the teachings of various religions, and he nodded, motioning for the man to continue talking, his fingers seem to be nervously crossed, He kept tapping on the gold coin held between his fingers.

"This is the rule of this city-state. I can show mercy and allow you to linger here, but you must prove to me that you are harmless. The easiest way is to hand over the power that you think you are powerful but is actually nothing to me. Give me... that thing in your hand is called a magic wand, right? You need to give it to me, and report to me all the magic you know," the man rubbed his hands, his eyes swept The wizards dodging behind Tom smiled and said, "Don't worry, they have all experienced this, don't put too much pressure on them."

Tom ignored him and put his hand on his face, as if he was thinking about something. The man saw his reluctance and narrowed his eyes.

"You must keep yourself harmless. This is the only way for a guy like you who is not worthy of the eyes of adults to express his loyalty. Lord Hai Erbo only values ​​loyalty."

The man raised his eyebrows, and let out a sharp, strange smile, his whole body was shaking with the strange laughter, and the crow feathers stuck to the robe fell like snowflakes, as if some naughty child was shaking a Christmas tree , he approached Tom suddenly, his half-closed eyelids suddenly lifted, revealing a pair of gloomy, lifeless eyes like dead fish, he stared into Tom's eyes, and a gleam of silvery steam burst out of them. shot out, piercing straight into Tom's pupil.

The wizards around avoided their eyes in fear. They had seen with their own eyes that the newcomers who tried to resist were manipulated by the same magic, telling the secrets in their hearts like a drool puppet.

Seeing Tom stay in place without resistance like those who have never seen this mind-reading magic, the man smiled in enjoyment. This feeling of manipulativeness made him fascinated. He raised the corners of his mouth and fiddled with his neckline feathers, and said with a sneer: "Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal."

The wizards who witnessed this scene closed their eyes, not wanting to be reminded of their unbearable memories.

But after a long time, the sound of Tom's demented confession did not sound, but the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was extremely ear-piercing.

"What are you? Are you worthy of examining my heart?"

Tom snorted coldly with disdain, and glanced at the man rolling on the ground with his head in his arms. The crow feathers on the robe had all fallen off in the struggle, revealing the robe underneath which was covered in glue and poorly stitched. The dust became mottled like a map, making him look like an ugly monster with sores all over his body.

Like the wizards who had been read by him before, his eyes were slack, and the saliva from the corners of his mouth couldn't stop dripping down. He began to talk about his experience like a reluctant primary school student reading a text, without any ups and downs.

And all this was clearly heard by the gold coin in Tom's hand.

At the foot of the city wall in the distance, Nelson was holding his ears, recording the words from the mayfly word by word.

"Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely not loyal?" Tom sneered, lowered his head, looked at the man whose eyes gradually became clear, and mocked, "It seems that your loyalty is only superficial, and Hai Erbo knows that his 'little sun' ' Are there so many people he can't stand hiding in?"

"you--"

The man struggled to get up from the ground, but his uncontrollable limbs forced him to swim on dry ground. Like a stranded fish, he jumped to the chain on the ground, which penetrated the dragon's forelegs and bound it. action.

The man grabbed the chain, and even a slight tug on the special chain was enough to bring unbearable pain to the dragon. It raised its head and let out a roar that was almost roaring. Fiery dragon breath spewed out from its mouth. A ditch covered with melted masonry was plowed on the ground, and the Prophet Amphitheater was divided into two by the breath of the dragon. This ditch filled with lava even extended to the city wall at one point, avoiding the city wall with a path enough for four horses. Through the cracks that passed side by side, a wizard hiding behind the seat was hit directly by it, and before he could even scream, and even ashes were not left behind, it turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared in all directions. As it swung its head up like a whip towards the sky, it left a hideous wound in the dark clouds that filled the sky. Those dementors were different from Nelson's impression. They could not only be repelled by the Patronus Charm His immortal body was touched by the dragon's breath, leaving a fatal wound.

Nelson was standing on the edge of the city wall that was swept by the dragon's breath. He raised his head and saw a dementor that was hit head-on fell from the sky. The paw wanted to grab it, but it was expelled by the enraged dragon flame in the next second. At the moment when the seriously injured dementor was about to land, a dementor floating in the air saw it suddenly in his sight Disappeared.

In its place was a small, shiny silver ball that hit the ground, bounced high, and eventually rolled behind a building clinging to the base of the wall.

The dementors above Tom's head suddenly became active, but they didn't cast their eyes on Tom or the wizards who had lost their spirits, but stared greedily at the struggling man on the ground.

Tom narrowed his eyes and drew his wand.

"Are you afraid," he took a step forward, approaching the man, frowning and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"Helbo can't care about loyalty, Tom, he has a lot of ways to make people absolutely loyal to him," Nelson's voice reminded Tom, and Tom stretched out a hand, pressed the small silver ball in his ear, carefully Listening, "I saw in him the magic that Grindelwald used for Barry. He thought he was cheating, but in fact he was under Haierbo's control at all times. Compared with the loyalty shown, there is no doubt that he It's more about power."

"strength?"

"That's right, that's why this guy wants the dragon to kill you," Nelson said earnestly while sketching out Haierbo's face in his notes, "It seems that although outside It’s still a fog for us, but Haierbo’s control over his subordinates is still not careful enough, and we can easily see the clues from him.”

"Perhaps Hailbo didn't realize that there were people like us who knew nothing about him." Tom said softly, "So what was the spell he just used? Why does it feel like Veritaserum?"

"The spell he used just now is a relatively primitive Legilimency, which was mentioned in the first edition of "Forbidden Curse Counterattack" in the eleventh century." A tall tower made of white mist appeared in Nelson's mind, His consciousness is on the top of the tower, looking at the forbidden books spread out at the desk, "Compared to Legilimency, it has many flaws, the looting memory is not detailed enough, and the method is quite rough, and it doesn't even need special practice of Occlumency It can also be blocked, since your magic power or spirit is stronger than him. In the cognition of current wizards, the strength of the soul and the strength of magic power are still unclear. Your Occlumency technique instinctively countered him, so in his view Come on, your magic power is much stronger than his."

"My magic power is much stronger than this waste."

"Okay, okay," Nelson agreed somewhat perfunctorily, "I can't bring Alexander here, so I can only use some mayflies to build a simple core to analyze the possibility. Based on what he just said and his performance, the final It is possible that within Haierbo's subordinates there is a cruel and clear position determined by strength. You may have attracted the attention of Haierbo himself. He is afraid that you will join Haierbo's command and replace his position, and even more I am afraid that you will tell Hai Erbo about his infidelity, this fear is even greater than death."

"By the way, we've been talking about Haierbo's name. Didn't Pythia say that he would feel something?"

"I didn't monitor even the slightest trace of magic power when we called him by his name," Nelson shook his head, "this magic doesn't exist, maybe he made it up to spread fear, now he and Pythia As young as him, but at the same age as Professor Dumbledore, there is no reason why he can invent everything."

"Hmph," Tom curled his lips, "I can invent ten such magics in a minute."

The man cursed loudly at the dragon in a dialect that only he could speak, and tugged on the chain in his hand, trying to make it kill Tom. The chains running through his body inspired magic designed for torture. Unbearable pain, crazy wildness filled the bloodshot eyes, and the pervasive killing intent locked on Tom.

Tom glanced back, and those fleeing wizards avoided their sights one after another. They looked at Tom who was being targeted by the dragon and remained unmoved. Compared with resisting Hai Erbo's minions, they also made actions based on completely different reasons. The same choice as the man - let the dragon kill Tom, so as to ensure that the city-state will not be targeted by Hai Erbo.

The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the city, and the buildings could not resist the sound and collapsed. The gathered dementors also fled in all directions to avoid their sharp edge. Tom kept talking, and the people who could not hear his voice Subconsciously thought he was saying his last prayers.

"I have a guess, Gnar." During the conversation between Tom and Nelson, it seemed that the dragon that people avoided didn't exist, "Looking at how weak this guy is, Haierpo might not be much stronger, and he is now Very young, haven't even fully ruled Greece, let alone Europe, actually you can go to an earlier time, for example, we can find Pythia and Herbo in the sea, and then..."

"Tsk tsk."

"You know," he said, gesturing to capsize a boat, "a wave breaks, and then we go back and enjoy life."

"It's not that simple, Tom," Nelson said, rejecting his proposal. "On the one hand, this is already my limit. On the other hand, we can't change the future so violently, otherwise we may not be born, or we may not be born." There is another Haierbo to fill his vacancy, instead of facing a more unknown enemy, it is better to choose someone we are familiar with, and I happen to be particularly good at dealing with it."

Tom swung his wand, and a sharp white light hit the dragon's face.

"Oh, it's still a dragon in the final analysis, even the fearful Eye Curse is the same." Tom looked at the dragon that lost his sight and began to trample on it, with a golden hook sticking out of his wand, "Gnar, maybe this is our short It's the last time we meet in time, don't dawdle for too long."

"The biggest problem now is that Haierbo can control other people's magic." Under the cover of the dragon, white mist spread over the fallen man, Nelson said in a deep voice, "This spell is quite complicated. I am afraid that Haierbo's magic has already disappeared." Pretty mature."

"Whatever! Maturity means that it can provide a better reference for our war after 2000," Tom casually waved the shackle and wrapped it around the dragon, "you have to think about it, what is the magic of this kind of magic?" Countermeasures? I'm not good at dealing with this kind of thing, you probably don't want to see Hai Erbo's men have an extra general."

"Don't worry," Nelson said, "I will create a mayfly for you that can be faked. It will have a false but real soul, and it will bear the curse of the soul for you."

"That's good," Tom waved his hand freely. In the distant sky, a hideous and huge snake head slowly protruded from the clouds. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the basilisk without fear, "Damn it, I never I never thought that one day I would be so crazy thinking that I would save the world."

"I have successfully communicated with the Misty Illusion...although it is not the same as what I am familiar with," Nelson's voice paused, "I will always be by your side, Tom, take care!"

(End of this chapter)