My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 643 The Invincible Andros

"What are you going to do?"

Pythia looked at Nelson who pulled out his wand to move his joints, and subconsciously took a few steps back. He drew a circle on the ground with his wand, closed one eye, and made an aiming gesture.

"What else can I do?" Nelson replied logically. "Do what I've done the most in my time—punch holes."

"Hole?" Pythia showed a confused expression.

"I've been digging holes in the ground for the past few days, starting from the cracks in the rock under the Temple of Apollo." Nelson raised his eyelids, pointed at the drawn circle with his wand, and pushed a silver pin into the soil. "Stand back and be careful."

Just as Pythia took a few steps back to the side of the house, he heard a "boom" from the front, the ground trembled violently, and the entire building on the hill trembled violently. Several structures in the distance The flimsy house also collapsed. The place where Nelson was standing was covered in thick smoke, and the outer skin of the earthen wall hit her head, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and watched the place where the smoke rose without blinking.

"If you put that plug in Haierbo's..."

She couldn't help thinking about it until the smoke cleared and Nelson's figure emerged.

Nelson squatted on the ground, beside a smoking hole, he tapped the ground with his wand, a detailed sand table of the peninsula began to be slowly outlined by the dust, the peninsula was surrounded by hazy steam, Pythia Seeing that it was the ocean, he poked at a point on the upper part, and a small glowing sun appeared on that point.

"This is Delphi, the city-state where the temple of Apollo is located."

Then, several dotted lines started from the position of the little sun and extended straight in all directions, and one of them ended at a nearby mountain top.

"This is where we are now." Nelson raised his head and glanced at Pythia, "You should be able to see it, halfway from Delphi to Syracuse, do you know what this place is called? Forget it, it’s not very important, depending on its location, this city-state will be in depression before long, there is no need to leave its name in the history books.”

"You actually have such a detailed map..."

"It's not difficult, as long as you measure it carefully." Nelson used his wand as a pen and drew on the ground. "These dotted lines are the paths my mayflies explore underground. Those heading north mainly go to the mines I am familiar with. The one heading south is to investigate Haierbo's movements. Fortunately, most of his minions are only active on the ground so far. Help him realize his 'prophecy' as soon as possible."

"The prophecy of the eruption of the volcano in Sicily?" Pythia's tone was filled with awe, "Did you predict its eruption?"

"What are you thinking? I'm not a weatherman."

Nelson is not in a happy mood recently, so that his words are full of aggression, his speech is irritating, and he has to choke Pythia from time to time, and Pythia will always have the idea of ​​​​asking Nelson why. , From the first time we met, Nelson's attitude towards her was not good. Did she do anything that hurt the world or offended Nelson?She tried hard to remember, but was still at a loss.

"But how do you know where there will be ore?" Pythia asked suspiciously, "If you search for it little by little, how can you collect so much metal in more than a month?"

"Would you like to listen to what I'm talking about?" Nelson pulled out a large suitcase from his pocket, and threw the suitcase on the ground. Pythia felt the whole street tremble again. He The box was pried open a crack, and the mayflies that had already loaded the drill bit lined up to get out of the crack one after another, and jumped into the pit beside it, "Of course I know where there are mines."

Pythia suddenly realized that she covered her face in shame. Nelson came from the future, so he would naturally come into contact with ore deposits. With his magic style, he should often deal with ore deposits. Perhaps where is the metal produced in Europe? Scholars need to be familiar with it.

"Don't be surprised, refining high-purity metal ingots is a technology that even Muggles can easily master after 2000," Nelson picked up a stone from the ground, threw it vertically into the hole, and listened attentively. The echo came, he took out his pocket watch to check the time, and said without raising his head, "Whether it is magic or other technologies, it is becoming more and more convenient. Maybe after 4000, Muggles can also easily do it." To what I can only do with magic."

"Oh……"

"Don't worry, I will try my best to return these ores when I run out of these ores. I don't want to have no mines to mine in the future, but there is no other way. You know, none of the wizards in Delphi are worth it." To no avail, I can only build my own army as best I can."

"I swear, those friends I knew before are fully capable of helping us defeat Haierbo."

"Let's talk about it when we meet them. Speaking of which, why do you like to put an adjective in front of your name so much?" Nelson interrupted, and the atmosphere was a little lighter. He stuck his wand on the point where the dotted line cut off, " This is the city-state under our feet, and this is the shortest way to Albania. I wanted to go there to find something, but the mayflies I sent disappeared here, and none of them came back.”

Pythia gasped.

"From what I can tell, the only thing worth mentioning here is the abundance of wood," Nelson shook his head, crossing the point. "So I suspect that some kind of mutation happened here that you haven't grasped, and what happened to us at Halfway Mountain just proved this point."

He threw a dead branch on the ground, and a scarlet viscous liquid was flowing out of the hollow branch. The dry branch still had some activity in the forest, and it twitched from time to time, like a snake whose head had been beheaded.

"Don't be nervous, this is horse blood. There are remnants of black magic on these branches, but they were not intentionally left." Nelson looked at Pythia's constantly changing expression, and said seriously, "Yes, it was created by Hai Erbo. Black magic, the rudiments of some spells that spread death, this is a remnant of the battle, and not long ago, about six months ago, there was a battle here, it was not fierce, and the other side who fought him did not What kind of powerful magic was used to fight back, and Haierbo didn't reap much results. The death here is not strong, but the magic power he left behind is enough to alienate trees and forests. I think the person fighting him should be that Invincible Andros, before you think of him, Haierbo has his eyes on him."

"Could it be that he and the people in this city-state have..."

Pythia covered her mouth, watching the blood drain.

"Don't be too pessimistic," Nelson shook his head, "I don't know if you noticed, the door I opened just now is locked, and the inside is also very tidy. Two and a half months ago, it was not like the ruins after being massacred. At least for half a month after Haierbo's attack, there were still people in this city-state, and they were orderly. They were more like organizing an orderly battle. Evacuate, this Andros may not be that invincible, but he is not a character that Hai Erbo can manipulate at will."

"That's good," Pythia calmed down, patted his chest, and said, "It's good that he's fine."

"Priest, I suggest that you don't read everything from the oracle. It will make you ignore a lot of news that deserves attention. If you take a look inside when I open the door, you can easily analyze these things." Nelson stood up, smoothed the sand table on the ground, looked into Pythia's eyes and said, "We are still living in reality after all."

Pythia nodded ignorantly. Seeing this, Nelson didn't say much. She is far from the priestess who turned the tide in history. Her soul still needs to be polished by war and disaster to shine.

"So where do you think they most likely went?"

"I don't know," Nelson shook his head bluntly, "If it was two months ago, I should think they went to Delphi, but now it seems that there is a reason why none of your friends came to see you, They knew very well that they were under Haierbo's surveillance, so we didn't meet them on the way, but the road to the east is more dangerous. There are not only Haierbo's minions, but also many uncivilized magical animals. You can walk around the city while I go down and see if there is any message from them."

He dropped the last mayfly and locked the box.

The stones that entered the cave finally heard a dull echo. Nelson frowned, and lowered his head to look at his pocket watch seriously. The fall was too long, and why did the sound sound weird?

"What's wrong?" Pythia asked with concern.

"Strange," Nelson shook his head, "strange."

"you--"

A black vine suddenly emerged from the hole made by Nelson, dexterously hooking his ankle, the small mutation was very conspicuous on the quiet street, Pythia opened his mouth, choking In the eyes of the throat, I haven't had time to say it.

With a whoosh, Nelson was dragged underground and disappeared.

Pythia's words got stuck in her mouth, and she made a "clack" sound, she blinked her eyes, and on the empty street, there was only a deep pit that could catch people into it.

"Little...be careful with your feet—"

She finally said this sentence, but it was a little late.

From inside the hole came Nelson's cry, a word she didn't understand but was sure to be a curse.

Pythia ran to the side of the cave and looked down. Nelson had long since disappeared. The bottom of the dark cave could not be seen, but there seemed to be a faint light in the depths.

Nelson's cry quickly dissipated, and a gust of wind blew in. She shivered and raised her head, horrified to find that she had become the only living person in this city-state built on the hills.

Pythia hugged her shoulders with both hands, tremblingly reached out to the box that Nelson left on the ground, and tugged hard, but the heavy box did not move at all, instinctive fear instantly swallowed her, if Nelson really disappeared, She doesn't talk about going back to the temple, and she can't even find anyone around to talk to.

She let go of the handle of the box dejectedly, but she knew that she couldn't give up, she gritted her teeth and looked at the deep hole at her feet, and began to consider whether she should jump into it.

The wind died down and the street was eerily quiet.

Pythia closed her eyes and walked towards the pit.

"Pythia?"

A question interrupted her thoughts, she raised her head, and saw a furry monster standing in front of her, between her and the pit, this monster was a head taller than her, looked very strong, possessed The human body was still wearing human clothes, but there was a pine tree-like fur ball on its shoulders. What was even more frightening was that the upper half of the pine tree appeared a strange bright red color as if it had been soaked in blood. She remembered Killed his horse and those blood-sucking branches in the woods.

She closed her eyes tightly, and pushed her hands forward vigorously. The majestic magic power spewed out from her palms, hit the monster's bulging belly, knocked it back a few steps, and stood up like a drunk. Almost fell over the edge of the pothole.

But Pythia no longer cared about making up the knife, she turned around and ran, and got into the intricate alley.

After running for an unknown amount of time, she finally noticed the soreness in her calves, and the straps of her straw sandals were broken at the heel. She gritted her teeth and took off the shoes, rubbing the soles of her feet that had been rubbed with bleeding blisters, and sat slumped by the wall at the corner of the street.

"Pythia?"

That question sounded above her head again, she lowered her head in horror, she had already been shrouded in a huge shadow, but she had no strength to run anymore, holding the determination to fight to the death, she raised her hand again.

"Hey! Wait, it's me, I'm Andros!"

Pythia finally realized that the question came from a familiar voice. She raised her head slowly and saw the tall man using both hands to remove the hair covering his face. Only then did she realize that the so-called fluffy pine tree was just too much. With thick hair and beard, the man parted the hair on his face, revealing a pair of beetle-like piercing eyes, the small eyes filled with invincibility.

The top of his head has been dyed red, a thin line of blood is sticking to the top of his head, like a fountain nourishing blood.

Pythia pointed to the top of his head, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Are you..."

"There was an earthquake just now. We managed to find the source of the earthquake and rushed over, but we were hit by a stone," Andros waved his hand, not caring about the injury, but caring more about Pythia. He grabbed Pythia Feeling her pulse, the small black eyes suddenly widened. If they were still a pair of small roundworms, they could be called a pair of big beetles now, "Are you still alive?!"

"I..." Pythia was a little confused, "...Should I die?"

"Damn it, that guy didn't lie!" He waved his fist angrily, "So, have you really been living in the Sun Temple all this time?!"

(End of this chapter)