My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 658 Glimpses of Heroes

"Hehe," Haierbo shook his head, and said to Pythia in a gentle tone, "Come back with me after I finish him."

After all, without waiting for Pythia's reaction, he pointed at Nelson with the bone wand, and his tone became angry and crazy in an instant: "You deceived her, go to hell!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The moment the magic light of the Killing Curse hit Nelson's face, he raised his wand. After realizing that it was an invulnerable spell, Nelson chose the magic he was best at to meet it.

Transformation, for the transformation of the spell, under the powerful effect of Sykes' restoration, the sharp edge of the Killing Curse was dissociated into scattered green light spots.

And the magic wand that Nelson handed out was also wrapped in the magical power of the Transfiguration, breaking through the center of the Killing Curse like chopping bamboo, like a stubborn rock in the middle of a wave, splitting the magic light of the Death Curse, violently Green lightning slid away from either side of his body.

At the moment when the two magic powers converged, Pythia trembled violently. Haierbo and Nelson noticed this scene at the same time, but the irrepressible magic power of the two drew them to point to each other uncontrollably.

"The era blinded by myths will continue to write true myths. The poisonous dragon devouring the world tree and the eagle monitoring time and space will fight at the source of the stream, but the protagonists of the era are not them..."

Pythia knelt down on the ground with a "plop", a bloody wound was scratched on her bare knee by the gravel, and the blood spread from the wound to the four sides of the puddle, dyeing it red almost instantly. As a result, her face became even paler, but she didn't seem to notice her pain at all. A group of mud stains spread upwards along the hem of the skirt. She knelt in the puddles, with her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes glazed over. Look towards the place where the magic of Nelson and Helbo meet.

The tumbling white mist surged from her eye sockets to the pupils, like a tsunami engulfing the rocks, dyeing her eyes pure white. Nelson was shocked. His first aid could only maintain the existence of Pythia. What exactly is the source of ?
Under the gaze of the three gazes, the kneeling Pythia pursed her lips, and a vague and ethereal voice came out of her mouth.

"The person who controls death and the person from death cross time and space, and meet for the first time..."

The medal hooped on the wand of black walnut trembled, Nelson stood proudly in the precarious wind and rain, and Pythia's whisper was vaguely lost in the explosion of the colliding spells.

"...the mighty perish by the sword of the Avenger, and those who kill each other will bear 2000 years of hopeless imprisonment, but they can never be killed by another, because their existence and power depend on the other... "

Haierbo's face turned serious, and he increased the output of magic power.

"...This is a thousand-year war. The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning. Fate will punish the disrespectful who try to manipulate it, and reward the victor..."

The eyes of Nelson and Haibo met, and the two wands, which were born 2000 years apart, trembled wildly.

"...The dark clouds were dispelled, history was smoothed, the tragic war disappeared, and the fateful—"

The black walnut wand was slightly bent under heavy pressure, showing its astonishing willfulness. During the burst of magic, Nelson could only see Pythia's mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear what she was saying until a brief moment. Balance brought pauses, and Pythia's eyes regained clarity amidst the chaos.

"It's called... The Glimpse of a Hero!"

This is a real prophecy. At the moment when the last syllable landed, whether it was Nelson, Tom or Haierbo, they all felt a sense of spying from all directions. Then, an invisible but heavy pressure fell on them. Above the soul, but quickly dissipated, as if at this moment, something recognized Pythia's prophecy, and stamped a stamp of approval on these fragmented words.

Nelson's heart constricted for a moment, his eyes widened, and he felt that magic power was pouring out of his hands uncontrollably, rushing towards the black walnut wand that was trembling with excitement, and spent months working hard with Sykes to restore it. The accumulated full magic power was consumed in an instant, and even the replenishment of the small silver ball could not keep up with the speed of its consumption.

A piece of metal wreckage that had lost its luster fell to Nelson's side. Across from the magic power of the riot, he saw Haierbo's expression of more shock than his.

There has never been a magic that consumes such a huge amount of magic power in the world, not to mention that they are tightly gathered at the point where Nelson and Haierbo's staff meet. No one doubts that this majestic force will be deeply trapped in it in an instant The two of them were torn apart, but Tom, who wanted to get close to Nelson, was unable to break through the hurricane inspired by the almost solidified magic.

What made Nelson and Haier even more terrified was that the ultimate magic created by the confrontation between the two was still greedily extracting their magic power, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, and the point where the stick tips collided became more and more intense. Concrete, just half of the escaping aura is enough to make everyone around you shrouded in the vigilance and instinctive fear of facing destruction.

It was the first time for Haierbo to encounter this kind of situation. He clenched his wand tightly and threatened Nelson who was facing him with wide-open eyes. As the eye of the storm, he understood the danger of the situation better than anyone else. Maintaining it will only make the unknown magic brewing at the singularity stronger and stronger, but if he withdraws and leaves, as the only outlet for the dam on the verge of collapse, he will be the first person to be buried.

At this moment, there is one and only one choice before Haierbo—increase the output of magic power, let himself gain the upper hand in this tug-of-war, and use crushing power to force the fragile Nelson to become the vent of the dam!
He gritted his teeth tightly, and at such a juncture, he still had the energy to be distracted. Undertaking the danger of collapse, he stretched out his left hand and held it behind him. A servant who fainted not far away was sucked into his palm.

"Suicide? You are crazy!"

Nelson grinned, revealing his back molars. Taking advantage of his illness, Nelson slipped out another magic wand from the sleeve of his left arm. During the restless magic power, an invisible wind blade shot out from the tip of the wand. It cut straight to Haierbo's neck. At the very moment, Haierbo raised his servant to his chest, and the divine blade pierced through the chest of the fainting black wizard. Haierbo tilted his head while being hindered, but One ear was still cut off directly.

"suicide?"

Haierbo didn't respond to the pain at all, but the smell of blood made him feel even more excited. He squeezed the palm of the servant's back, and the green magic power invaded his body along the servant's penetrating wound. The fainted black wizard was in pain. Yoyo wakes up under the stimulation, eyes wide open, Nelson in front of him is the last thing he sees in this world.

"It was just an immature spell, and you forced me to do so," Haierbo's eye sockets were filled with the green glow of the Killing Curse, and he looked terrifying like a ghost. He grinned wildly, showing a jagged and sharp mouth. , Snake teeth soaked in venom, "I will tear your corpse into tens of thousands of pieces, bind your soul, endure thousands of years of torture, and let you feel the most terrifying torture and pain in the world. At that time, praying to me for death will be your elusive wish!"

A deep vortex condensed above his head, and in an instant, the dispelled dark clouds filled the sky again, and a thick green thunderbolt like a river descended from the sky, hitting the head of the black wizard in his hand directly, with a short howl, The body of the black wizard turned into a ball of coke, but the thunder did not disappear immediately, but tightly bound the cursed and tightly bound soul that had been separated from the body of the black wizard, and his soul was torn apart by the magic power. For a shackle of a wronged soul, it looks like a long spine reaching straight to the sky, and the mouth hanging at the bottom is still wailing that no one can hear.

Blood gushed out from Haierbo's cut-off ear, and sprinkled the hook lock. The next second, the hook lock, stimulated by the bloody smell, swung violently, and the sharp hook at the bottom pierced his heart, sending a green The phantom hooked out.

Just as Nelson saw what it was, the hook loosened by Haierbo had already rushed into the cloud with a phantom—it was Haierbo's soul, a piece of mutilated soul that was split out during the killing.

Haierbo lowered his head and panted heavily. The pain caused by the tearing of his soul was many times stronger than the loss of an ear, but the pain that hit his whole body made him more excited, regardless of the magic power. Afterwards, the power exerted on the wand was increased, and the magic power of death gushed out frantically, and the offense and defense were reversed, suppressing Nelson, almost expelling him from the field.

Nelson resisted with difficulty. After the fragments of the soul arrived, the dark cloud above his head was completely dyed the color of Hai Erbo in a burst of dark green lightning.

"Ha ha……"

Haierbo's laughter was more like a cry. His expression was distorted, and his mind was obviously disturbed. With a close eye, it is no longer the thunder and lightning produced by the clouds, there is a more appropriate name for those lightning-Avada Kedavra.

Manic electric arcs surged crazily in this narrow valley, and the thick dead silence made people breathless, but the target of their harassment was not Nelson, but deliberately avoided the central battlefield, avoided Nelson, Haier Bo himself, Pythia, and Herbo's valued prophet Karkaroff ruthlessly harvested the lives of those loyal servants.

Nelson also noticed that the dementors hiding in the clouds had disappeared. I am afraid that they have already become the nourishment of this terrifying Horcrux. Converging in a small green thunderbolt, it struck Haierbo head-on!
Is he killing himself?Or escape with some kind of special spell?

Nothing, the tiny lightning turned into a small green snake the moment it hit Haierbo, opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit Haierbo's neck.

His blood vessels swelled suddenly, and his skin instantly turned a rich green. Those massive souls "voluntarily" offered everything to him, replenishing his magic power that was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Heh... I've never felt as strong as I am today." The green light in Haierbo's eyes strangled everything he was watching, his crazy expression gradually calmed down, and he looked at Nelson with a playful smile, "You too Come and be a part of me... I forgive your offense and give you the same eternity as me, which is a gift from the gods."

With the dark clouds covering the sky becoming his batteries, Nelson's rout seemed a foregone conclusion.

"What are you challenging me with?!"

Haierbo's eyes were shattered, and he could already feel the exhaustion of Nelson's magic power and the weakness of resistance. Victory came before him, and he was not stingy with magic power. Losing control in an instant, Nelson's figure was engulfed by an unprecedented explosion in the world, just like a sun being lit on the earth, it engulfed everything around it.

Tom, who was blocked from the confrontation, rushed into the battlefield the moment the obstacle disappeared. Just when he was about to reach Nelson who was about to be swallowed, a cold hand held his arm, and the defenseless Tom was caught in this way. Pythia was dragged out and submerged in the illusion.

The explosion of magic power swept everything in Tekmon, and instantly crushed all the wonders created by nature over hundreds of millions of years, but Tom, who was in the illusion, was not affected, and he looked blankly at another unreachable The world, as well as the blurred figure in the center of the explosion, the deformed armor could not resist the magic explosion at all, and was torn to pieces at the moment of collision, and the raging magic hit Nelson's chest fiercely, hitting on Nelson's chest. Touching the pocket watch that slipped out from the collar, Tom's face sank, and his wand instantly touched Pythia's forehead.

"Hijack me, our plan is not over yet."

Pythia, who had made the prophecy, seemed to be a different person, her eyes were unusually firm, and she said softly: "Fate will not let him fall here."

The moment her voice just fell, this place of death independent of the present world actually produced a crack in the void, and the riot of magic power was so strong that it was able to violently break the barrier between the two worlds in reality.

And its follow-up impact didn't stop there. The crack extended from Tom's face in all directions, accompanied by the sound of broken glass, the fog of lostness that had been silent for thousands of years in the misty illusion boiled at this moment, the realm between the living and the dead Repeatedly overlapping and reappearing, and at the starting point of the crack, which is also the singularity point of the explosion in this world, a gap slowly opened.

Haierbo, who was also engulfed by magic power, saw the gap and saw Tom who was controlling Pythia.

But Tom's gaze became astonished. He recognized the gap, which was exactly the same as the way the two came. In the final analysis, this burst of magic power also conformed to Nelson's principle of traveling through time, but it was more rude and unreasonable.

The towering black tower rose from the gap, and a familiar and unfamiliar figure of Tom walked out of the gate at the bottom of the tower.

(End of this chapter)