My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 651
"Master Hai Erbo."

Tom stood in the middle of the hall with low eyebrows, wearing a black robe with a hood, with half of his face hidden under the brim of the hat, more like a dark wizard than a dark wizard.

He is holding a crystal clear crystal ball with both hands. Misty mist is surging in the crystal ball, changing different shapes every moment. His exposed chin is suddenly illuminated by the light source of the crystal ball. The sudden darkness made the faint smile on the corner of his mouth seem unpredictable.

"Are you finally willing to listen to the prophecy I saw?"

The hall was quiet, and even the usual crawling sounds of snakes disappeared. Tom's voice echoed back and forth between the walls and the stone pillars. Tom's questions didn't have too many doubts, and both he and Haierbo knew clearly. , this question already had an answer before it was asked.

"how long have you been here?"

Haierbo didn't answer Tom's question. After a long silence, his voice sounded behind Tom, actually concerned about Tom's life, "Karkaroff, do you like this place?"

"I have been waiting here for three months. Thanks to your care, the future is becoming clearer in my eyes."

Tom didn't turn around to look at Hai Erbo, but lowered his head even lower, his face almost touching the crystal ball. Under his feet, countless groups of snakes were silently gathering together, piled up layer upon layer on his body. Under the palm of his hand, Tom could even feel the slippery and cold feeling of the snake letter slipping over the back of his hand. He let go of his hand, and let the crystal ball fall downwards. It was caught by the high platform built by the snakes, and he let out a deep sigh. laughter.

"Since you can see the future clearly, why not make a career of your own?"

"Master Haierbo, are you enjoying... the power of a god that you have held in your hands for a long time, or the process of becoming a god?" Tom lowered his head and made a hoarse and gloomy voice in Parseltongue, "Fate has already put me The location of God is clearly arranged, and all my efforts are useless. In this case, why can't I choose the easiest way to enjoy it? For example, follow God before he gains power, so that on the armrest of God's throne, I will also leave my name."

Haierbo was silent for a long time. He clearly knew that the prophet in front of him, shrouded in layers of mist, had a power to confuse people. Maybe it came from the gift of fate. Every word he said about "God" was enough to make Haier Bo was intoxicated and even lost, which is why he never dared to enslave Tom's soul, or even had too much contact with him—he knew that Tom had endless treasures in his body, but such treasures were not unstoppable by fate. people can touch.

"Fortunately, I have tried enough times, and the magic is about to succeed. At that time, whether the loyalty he said is true or not, it will be verified as a fact." Haierbo was thinking in his heart, thinking for a long time, He said, "You should know why I came here, since you can see fate clearly."

"I know, hey ha ha ha..."

Tom's laughter reminded him of the old witch in the fairy tale book. Fortunately, his expression management ability was extraordinary, so he didn't let his shy expression show. He stroked the crystal ball, and the mist in the crystal cluster was attracted by his fingers. Changing into a shape like a mass of fermented rotten tea leaves, he cleared his throat and asked, "Have you met him?"

"he?"

Haierbo's tone became a little more dignified, and Tom obviously felt that the atmosphere was a lot more dignified, and Haierbo's pursuit of "him" was clearly revealed.

"In the days before, I would show you the caves where the ants and insect repellents were hiding every day, but you didn't seem to trust me so much that I didn't see it from the crowd of people gathering more and more. To the obvious death," Tom bluffed Hai Erbo, and continued, "The source of all this comes from a powerful enemy who just appeared recently. Fate told me that his and my stories on the peninsula originated from the same story. A city-state—Delphi."

"You know his details."

Hai Erbo said in a positive tone.

"Of course, the triple great Hermes... Even I, who lives deep in the forbidden area, have heard the story of his being extolled occasionally."

"Hermes?" Haierbo thought of the slippery god in the myth, with a cautious tone, "Is he a real god?"

"There is only a wrong name, no wrong nickname, indeed, that is a wizard who is good enough to appear in the prophecy and is good at traveling," Tom wrapped the upper edge of the crystal ball with his palm, and the dazzling light came from the crystal. The ball burst out, his temperament suddenly collapsed, recalling the appearance of Nelson when he prophesied in the Department of Mysteries, his body relaxed, and his voice became ethereal, "But that is not a god, anyone who steals the name of a god All lunatics will be punished by fate... A counterattack is brewing in the north of the peninsula. Someone who tries to prevent the future from stealing your most important things. He uses the power he has stolen to become the old enemy of the ruler. Without the ability to travel through nothingness, it is a decayed soul, trying to push the era backward!"

This is the unique habit of the prophets' words and sentences that Tom learned from Nelson-they will ambiguously say everything that can be clearly referred to, but people who believe in fate will follow this method, as long as these ambiguous words lead to It is easier to gain trust if the answer is clear in the target's mind.

He cooperated with the rumors and successfully shaped Nelson into a Hermes-like wizard who ran fast, was extremely cunning, and had two small wings on his helmet.

Tom took a deep breath. He is also a loyal fan of prophecy. It is simply blasphemy to say such words, but now is not the time to discuss crimes. Tom pulled out of that prophetic state and asked in a deep voice: "He took something very important from you, didn't you?"

"Yes...that is the key to my power and the door of death."

Haierbo's expression became more and more solemn. He was horrified to find that every sentence in Tom's mouth could correspond to his own situation. "The counterattack brewing in the north" refers to the followers Nelson recruited all the way north. "The most important thing " refers to Pythia, "stolen power" refers to the magic power of the soul that remains on Nelson's little finger that is consistent with his own, "walking through nothingness" refers to his escape route that frequently avoids pursuit, and "rotten soul" refers to Nelson's body. He coveted the breath of death.

"Kaurian!"

Hai Erbo broke free from the trance, he shook his head, widened his eyes, and called out a name Tom didn't know. He found that he had circled right in front of Tom at some point, behind the crystal ball, a pair of deep black The eyes were infinitely enlarged, almost engulfing him, Haier subconsciously raised his wand, and shot a spell at Tom who frightened him.

Tom just turned sideways and avoided the spell. Normally, Haier would have doubts because of his skill, but now he only thinks it is the prophet's sixth sense, and he is even more convinced.

"Kaurian, it's Kaurian! This dead soul came back from the underworld to claim my life!"

Tom didn't know who Cawrian was at all, he could only show an inscrutable smile, and said with a smile: "It seems that you already have the answer in your heart."

"No wonder he smells of death, no wonder my servant can't do harm to him, it must be him, he is unwilling to be weak, he is an undead who came to claim his life..."

Haierbo took a few deep breaths before he adjusted his state and calmed down again, so that no one could see the turmoil in his heart. He lowered his head, and the magic spell just hit Tom's crystal ball, causing the smooth crystal inside to be densely packed. Ice cracks filled.

"I'll find you a new crystal ball as compensation."

Tom smiled. He knew that Haierbo's trust in himself had surpassed the useful information of the previous few months, and he truly believed in his identity as a prophet.

"Is fate on my side?"

Hai Erbo asked suddenly.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Does it approve of what I do?"

"Fate will enlighten me, but it will not answer such detailed questions. It only tells stories and has no attitude," Tom whispered. "People always think that everything that is black, cold, and dead is evil. Because they are confined in the shell of the living, and cannot feel the true greatness, was not Zeus, who defeated Cronus, a heretic in the age of giants?"

"Hmph," Haierbo nodded with his back to Tom, "Of course they don't understand, they're just fools who follow the crowd."

"You don't have to get angry with them," Tom said, "The first task is to get back your most important thing."

"What do you think I should do?" Haierbo turned his back and said, "Even if it is a victory gifted by fate, I still need to use the most magnificent means to welcome it."

"What you need is not the fury of being led by him," Tom chuckled. "The alliance created by grace is the weakest. When people think they have escaped danger, they only want more. He can Without such awe-inspiring power as yours, Lord Haierbo, "

"Ok?"

"The pressure will only make them united, but the slack will destroy their trust," Tom said with his head bowed, and let out a dark laugh. The authority he established, as far as I know, in the direction of their advance, there is your faithful servant, his path is full of dangers and steep cliffs, how can cowards who just want to escape continue to follow him? It will be them soon A fork in the road of choice, sometimes letting the stream flow into the river can make the swollen dam collapse."

"You mean to let me suspend the pursuit of them?"

"Yes, my lord, you might as well leave this matter to me, and then wait for the betrayed Hermes to bring your most important treasure to the canyon city-state that you have already set many traps."

Suddenly Tom felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck.

"This is a necessary price, Karkaroff. Prove your wisdom and loyalty. If you are right, it will disappear."

"I'll let you see."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Fate is doomed, why should I be suspicious of the new god who is being pitied?"

……

"That's a stranger, Andros."

The city-state "caravan" is slowly moving north. In recent days, the disturbance from the dark clouds has decreased a lot, and even the clouds have become thinner. On the platform built at the bottom of the Vineman, a group of wizards are waiting to go to the top to talk secretly. Andros and another.

That is their most trusted companion, the old man who escaped from the former Sicily Island, and also the person who has been responsible for the contact of the northern city-state in the dark clouds. Most of the wizards who escaped from the island were almost all "" Caravan" found, and the city-state they led joined the crowd, except those who had already fallen in the dark.

"Pythia is dead, we saw it with our own eyes, Andros!"

The man grabbed Andros's collar tightly, trying to pull his face to the same height as himself, but his clenched hands slipped away from the soft and silky neckline. He stumbled and fell under the vines, but was caught by Andros the moment he slipped and fell.

The hand clenched into a fist was awkwardly raised in the air, loosened and clenched again, reminiscing about the tactile sensation he had never experienced before.

"What is this? Andros, tell me what is this?" He stared blankly at Andros's well-cut robe, his tone lowered, "Those vagrants who trusted you gave you their wealth and lives, To our invincible Andros!"

He emphasized the words "invincible", and his words were full of sarcasm: "I remember you loved animal skins, when did you wear this silky fabric? Could it be that he was harvested by the promise of this pleasure? Has your loyalty been broken?"

"I've never--"

"Tell me, Andros," the man interrupted him, and asked sharply, "Why do you trust him so much? Haierbo's attacks have decreased, and you, like the mortals celebrating below, feel that he is afraid Is it? This is a trap, a huge conspiracy, do you really think that is the god Hermes?"

"That's someone Pythia trusts."

"Who does Pythia trust the most? Haierbo!" The man lowered his voice, not daring to amplify the volume, but still scolded in a roaring tone, "Have you forgotten Cawryen? He died in this ridiculous In the trust, even Pythia himself is dead, and he has been dead for 13 years! Don’t live in the past, go down with us now, interrogate his identity, if you can’t win the trust, we will use pottery pieces to exile him.”

"But……"

"What is it?"

Andros sighed, and the advancing Vineman stopped suddenly. He held the twigs at his hand and shook his head. The tremor under his feet became stronger. Safer Northeast.

"He's already gone," Andros laughed self-deprecatingly. "Perhaps he had anticipated this situation. Before you exiled him with pottery tablets, he left by himself."

"what?"

The man looked at the direction of the convoy and wanted to say something more, but he swallowed the words because this direction was exactly what he wanted to promote. The goal was achieved so easily, which made him feel like a dream. It felt like he didn't even know how to explain to his mission.

"How could he? Why didn't you tell us in advance?" The man followed the direction of Andros and saw a silver light that was rapidly deviated to the northwest. ...who will protect us?"

"Don't you want to exile him?" Andros looked at him in confusion, and went down under the support of the leaves, "We protect ourselves, this is the safest way."

(End of this chapter)