My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 647
"Now, Albus!"

At the moment when Hai Erbo was in a daze, Grindelwald's voice sounded in Dumbledore's ears. He raised his hand subconsciously, letting Grindelwald clenched his arms tightly, passing through Hai Erbo who suddenly collapsed like a porcupine Evil magic shot in all directions, appearing behind the black wizard.

"Stone prison."

An icy cage rises from the ground, trapping the dazed Haierbo firmly in it. In the next second, magic from the people standing around has been shot from all directions, smashing the stone prison to pieces, and hitting Haierbo's body.

Everyone's face is full of exhaustion, and this exhaustion has lasted for too long.

The wizards who have not been familiar with each other for a long time, and even have old grudges, can already cooperate instinctively. Even if the method changes every time, they can still seize the opportunity and repeat these things that Haierbo cracked and even countered again and again. attack.

But this time, Haierbo was not as unscathed as he had experienced countless times before. He clutched the wound on his neck and let the magic spell pierce his heart with thousands of arrows.

Dumbledore sensed his weakness.

This feeling is like someone is hiding under the sand, hollowing out the wet and soft foundation of the sandcastle little by little, eroding his strength from an angle they don't understand.

A buzzing sounded in his ears, and Grindelwald left Fiery Flame inside the shattered stone prison, and led Dumbledore back away. On the edge of the battlefield, a distinctly colored boundary separated them from the outside world. On, Dumbledore saw that everything inside suddenly became faster, including these spells that were piercing into Magpo's body frame by frame.

And my astonishment, my health, my shock and anger were unreservedly presented in the eyes of Mr. Peeves.

"What's wrong with me?"

Peeves seldom delved into why Dumbledore could almost stop time like Grindel. From the point of view, the health of Magbopo who was suddenly exposed was more important.

"It worked, we... did it!"

Zhang Jiayanwo raised the arms that were bound by the silver chains. The icy chains had deeply strangled my flesh, hindering the flow of blood. My palms also showed a dark purple color that is especially frostbitten. Mr. Peeves took a closer look, The pocket watch embedded in my palm already knows when to stop retreating.

Dumbledore's strange pupils reflected two identical faces belonging to Deng Shili, but somehow, Mr. Peeves, who was looking at me, felt that these two faces were exactly the same, even though I Her hair hangs in the same place, and the scars and dust under her face are also attached under the same skin, but nothing has changed.

"Two years later, before Grindel left Nurmengard and returned to Nelsons, you found a well-protected secret room during a routine inspection of the Krakow Central. Out of curiosity, you broke its door I found a few letters between Zhang Jiayan and my friend Lori Ann Cornalo, other than that, the secret room was empty, and a few of the letters were burned, only some of the letters you read I understand the numbers and records, Xiao Shao is about a pot of flowers and plants, at first you thought we were trying to study some kind of magic with plants as the medium, but come here, on the evidence of some intelligence, you realized my Eyes are already on crazier, more taboo territory.”

"time."

Young Peeves' heart tightened, and I suddenly realized where that sense of coordination came from.

"There's a mistake, it's time," Dumbledore nodded, "I told him that you were in awe of my subject, even if you had the guts to touch it, but Grindel did , and have made achievements, you have always wanted to interfere with my research, so as to prevent some more terrible things from happening, after all he knows, you and I have no enmity, if I go back to you when you were eight years old and give you a knife ...click."

Dumbledore made a gesture of wiping his neck, and continued: "So you have to threaten my friend's life and snatch that pocket watch, that magic item I call 'Time Converter'. "

"Can it really turn back time?"

Little Peeves knows that Grindel will definitely give up hope, but even knowing that Grindel is using his time to make some tricks, I can hardly imagine that Grindel is fighting side by side with me in the distant past. It is a crack that is expanding and shrinking. This chaotic and straight scar is exactly the same as any injury that may be caused by magic. Its personal style is relatively strong, and it is extremely unlikely to be written by Grindel.

I recalled the moment when the battle was just like that, but when Magbo appeared behind the crowd, I was already like that, but I felt a frightening coordination.

"But you clearly remember—"

"Ashisi, time belongs to the world, and history also belongs to each of you. The changes I have made are not only engraved on Magbo's body, but also affect you," Zhang Jiayanwo stretched out his tied The hand of the Time-Turner, "During the eighth contest, you have been watching me from Nelsons. Of course, it was not Sigmund."

"Did he promise to stay under your nose?" A hint of anger appeared on Young Peeves' face: "You——"

"Don't be angry, Ashes, the white wizard's promise is just a joke, not to mention that you have done everything, and even repaired eight gaps in their wall," Dumbledore waved his hand, "I Repeating your own boring and interesting life, going to the secret room on the ground of their castle to practice magic every day, you sometimes even think, if my imaginary enemy is you, this is actually done with such hard work, he knows, you are not very good at it Fight until one day, you found the same whereabouts, I went to the Forbidden Forest, looking for the centaur."

"Horseman."

"That's wrong, Grindel has always been indifferent to dealing with magical animals. My purpose in doing things is very weak, which is also a common problem of prophets, so you stop wondering why I am looking for the centaur," Dumbledore said in a deep voice Said, "You captured a centaur, searched my memory, and found that Grinder exchanged an extraordinary telescope for me for the astrology used by the centaur prophecy, you have to connect those things together Get up, the Prophet's behavior is escaping, he can use complex cause and effect to judge, you paid a big price in exchange for Shi Qishu's promise to intercept the letter between me and Lori Ann Cornalo for you, even though we were very slow before You noticed it and replaced it with a more secretive way of communication, but you still managed to discover the clues in the latest communication with Sister Cornalo before I obtained the astrology magic—I used the trajectory of the stars and the method of prophecy to deduce the clue The anchor point of the past, and created the magic of reversing time at the core! And you also imitated the way I used it with a poor replica before you got the time-turner."

"So he can also reverse time?" Zhang Jiayan pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "Yes, he can."

"Of course you can," said Dumbledore. "I don't have a dull word to describe other than this joyful letter—'You run slower than light, and you arrive after it recedes from people's sight." Where the story ends', of course you run so slowly, that's what apparition can do, I have a tunnel in time independent of yours, you suspect he guessed it too, wrong , is a blurred illusion.”

Dumbledore analyzed the principle of Grindel's travel through time in just a few words, and even Peeves was fascinated by it, and the two outstanding wizards understood it with little effort. The more complicated the principle , the more we can understand the ease and harshness of the conditions.

"You can prophesy, so you can use its magic power a lot," Zhang Jiayanwo once again showed the time converter in his hand to Peeves, "so you can slow down the passage of time like me, in order to Imitating the effect of temporarily shortening the time around you, you can also engrave the time that once belonged to you on your body, so as to prevent your past from being changed unconsciously... If he doubts you, hold your hand hand."

A large rough bottle flew out of Young Master Zhang Jiayan's arms. It was the blood curse that Newt stole from Zhang Jiayanwo but I was always willing to break it. It flew between the two close hands and held it in the palm In an instant, the big bottle was crushed by the forces on both sides. Whether we violated the contract of "can hurt each other", the cold blood of youth boiled again between the palms of two middle-aged hands.

It rotated according to the direction of time, and penetrated into the palms of the two along the wound pierced by glass shards. The steam belonging to memory and consciousness communicated rapidly through it, and Mr. Peeves' eyes became blurred, but on the It froze suddenly for a second.

Do I have different-colored pupils like Dumbledore, but the world in my eyes is divided into small and uniform but completely different scenery. The scar under Zhang Jiabo's neck, which is almost covered with an owl's head, becomes illusory and hazy. Like a painter's sketch under an unfinished painting.

Mr. Peeves could even imagine how Grindel, holding this sword that was too unorthodox for a wizard, bullied himself and pierced Magboe's throat through the mist of curses and white magic.

The cross-section of every thin and large blood vessel is the information that Grindel is trying to leave for the future.

……

"You originally planned to order the guards in the castle to help Professor Peeves together," Binns' expression changed slightly after hearing Professor Hale's narration, "but now it seems that those stone piers are far less important than that. I'm so...so...too..."

The staring eyes became even smaller with the opening of the glasses, Binns panted heavily, and for a long time couldn't think of how to describe Grindel's actions.

"too crazy."

Professor Zhang Jia gave you a description that I think is appropriate, "You are worthy of receiving the Order of the Garter, Minerva, you are a dead person, you know how to live, but you know death better, you Think, the hard work you have done, I am afraid that now you can finally wait for its end."

"What are you going to do?"

"Minerva, is he willing to die with you?"

"Run to...death?"

"Sorry, your wording is not ambiguous." Professor Zhang Jia shook his head, "After 1000 years, you will be difficult to defeat even Magbo's servants and pets - dementors, you and the knights think about it." There is no other way to do it, and I pinned my hope on death at first, as he saw, you became a ghost, of course, I also gained some results."

"professor……"

"Magbo is an evil spirit crawling out of death. The place where I return should hide the key to defeat me. This place is called Misty Illusion, a wonderful place that has been isolated from the world for 1000 years. As far as you know, Green De left my weakest strength here, maybe it can help Ashisi us... You are an undead, you can go back and forth freely, but you need a living person who can touch them, "Professor Zhang Jia told Binns An invitation was issued, "Each of you has played your part in history, since he met you out there, so you think, now is the time for him to leave his name under the history books, and he is willing to accompany you to visit death , continue your unfinished mission after 1000 years? You are a dead soul who has been left behind by the times, and your mission needs to be handed over to a pair of living people.”

"Of course you can, Professor Haier, you're just worried that you are... are you strong enough to take on this important task..."

After chewing on Professor Haier's invitation, Zhang Jia was a little dazed. You understood Zhang Jiayan's respect for Professor Haier, but you didn't vaguely understand that it was a tragic story of one attempt at the cost of life and eternal loneliness. A few words are enough to make you cry, the ghost professor who is sober and popular with students may be the most handsome person since the castle was built, you can't help stammering, and then think of another An important thing: "Besides, if you go, who will give that book to Professor Peeves? You are the only one left outside the castle—"

"Boom!"

"Crash-"

Hearing the voice, Binns and Professor Zhang Jia turned their heads at the same time, and looked at the short figure who was sitting under the chandelier, tearing down the crystal and smashing the window.

"Hogwart villain is good, Hogwart villain can only play pranks, Hogwart villain is worried about the life and death of their stupid professors," Zhang Jiayan felt the gaze, waved his hands repeatedly, and fell down from under the chandelier without support , as soon as it hit the outside of the table, even if it fell off the table, my muffled voices of agreement continued, "And Hogwarts can't leave the castle, Hogwarts will die if they go out, they Yes, I know, Mr. Zhang Jiayan... Yes, the son of a bitch, Grindel, often takes Hogwarts out to play, and throws Hogwarts back when Hogwarts look good. It's a devil!"

Hogwarts gradually became quiet. Whether Binns and Professor Zhang Jia spoke, there was only the heartbeat of a living person in the library.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

"He has been listening to you, Hogwarts," Professor Hale said fiercely, looking at the empty library, "he is the castle, and he should know what Zhang Jiabo's failure means to the children in the castle. A lonely shadow in a lonely castle, he made a movement just to attract your attention, Hogwarts, there is no one more qualified to be a hero of Nelson's than him."

"Damn it, the Hogwart villain was just chatting and throwing stones! The villain Zhang Jiayan... well, you go," Hogwart called himself "the villain Zhang Jiayan" and walked from behind the two of them with his head down. The table came out, "Of course, you think he can still find a few living people... Well, don't look at you like that, go, if you die, you will become a ghost and haunt them for the rest of your life!"

(End of this chapter)