My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 659 The arsonist
The sudden appearance of the black tower made Haierbo feel a sense of alarm and vigilance. Although Nelson, who was struggling to support, was close in front of him, he still retreated and retreated quickly, pulled away by the strong wind of the dark clouds.

But he was still one step short.

Haierbo's cold sweat drenched his clothes, and just when he was about to retreat to a safe distance, the cruel heat wave from behind tore his skin instantly, and he wailed, the pain that went deep into the marrow of his bones It almost made him lose control of his body. After using his last bit of rationality to shoot a magic spell behind him, his body was pulled towards the sky by the recoil of the magic spell, and he flew back to the place he just fled in a whirl.

"boom!"

Haierbo slammed heavily on the hard and flat ground where only the rock formations remained after the explosion. back.

"Fiendfire."

The hoarse male voice that sounded on the plain reached his ears. The canyon had been razed to the ground by the explosion, making this erratic voice as thin as a ghost. Haierbo struggled to raise his head, and saw the Shiny leather shoes stepping out of the gate.

The man under the tower is tall and tall, the hem of the long black windbreaker almost drags on the ground, more like a luxurious robe, he is carrying a dilapidated black box, and wearing a pair of round-frame glasses with the lenses removed, A red feather that had long since dried up was stuck in the chest pocket, and a dark wand covered with knots shone with a deep and strange light in his hand.

This piece of accessories with different styles hangs on his body, making him like a walking display rack, as if he has some quirks of collecting trophies, or maybe they are precious souvenirs.

Without exception, these ornaments are full of old mottled by time, only the soft felt hat on his head is as clean as new. The man bent down, put the black box in his hand on the ground, and lifted it up with his left hand that shone with metallic luster. hat brim.

The moment he saw his face clearly, Haierbo's pupils constricted and his eyes widened suddenly. His two eyes glanced in opposite directions as if they had different thoughts. , like a demon escaped from purgatory.

Haierbo's body trembled violently, and he couldn't believe what he saw - the man under the black tower had the same face as Nelson, who was kneeling on the ground and almost fainted after the impact of the magic explosion.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Haierbo didn't hesitate too much. He waved his wand and cast his best spell on the man who looked like Nelson. The instinctive fear of his heart being clenched made him dare not fall into a passive position. With the help of the Horcrux, he roared The dark green giant snake jumped at the man, but what happened next left Haierbo with only the idea of ​​running for his life.

I saw him raise his empty left hand, open his palm to meet the magic light of the Death Curse without dodging or avoiding it, the vicious giant snake slammed into his hand viciously, with a figurative gesture of biting As he moved, the sleeve of his left arm also shattered under the agitation of the magic power, revealing an arm that seemed to be made entirely of metal. Giants—gold and silver metal twisted into bundles of muscles, neatly arranged to form the structure of the arm, the gears at the elbows are exposed, driven by magic, much tougher than a real arm , the exhaust vents exposed in the gaps of the "muscles" continuously released thin mist. When the giant snake of the death curse bit his palm, he grabbed the snake's seven inches, and the knuckles The muscle bundles turned red under the high temperature, the exposed gear joints rotated rapidly, and thick steam gushed out from them, using the cold power from magic and machinery to forcibly pinch the giant snake from the middle.

For a moment, manic lightning flashed wildly, and his calm expression was covered with a layer of green against the light, revealing a madness that was completely separated from his whole body.

Howling souls crawled out from the lightning, their shoulder blades were pierced by green chains engraved with runes, and they were connected together. They were the sad servants who were killed by Haierbo not long ago and took away their magic power. Full of grief and hatred, but facing the supreme power, they can only be driven by the person who killed them after death.

No soul is complete, the sections of their tattered bodies are covered with dense imprints, as if they just escaped from a feast of snakes, Hai Erbo did not have enough time to swallow them completely, so in the confrontation just now He didn't get enough magical power to crush Nelson, but at this moment, their appearance was great news for Haierbo. He pulled hard on the chains that enslaved souls, like driving a fierce horse, designed to torture And the magic that was born attacked every soul along the chains, their spirit bodies convulsed in the electric light, and the expressions on their faces gradually changed from despair to dullness.

"Stop him!"

Haierbo's roar broke the sound, and those souls whose last shred of sanity had been wiped out piled up layer upon layer, crawling with their only remaining palms, crawling towards the man under the tower in the posture of a spider, the dense scene made one's hair stand on end .

"Stop him! Stop him!" Haierbo didn't say "kill him" this time, he sat down on the ground, hid his figure behind the ghost, propped himself up on the ground and squirmed backwards, But the fierce flames coming from behind made him daunting. Turning his head, he saw a towering wall of flames. As the temperature increased, the flame color of Fierce Flame turned into a deep purple, and then transformed into transparent Yangyan. , Hai Erbo was in a dilemma, he turned his head to look at the black tower, facing a playful blue eye looking at him through the gap of the ghost.

"Ha, it looks a bit troublesome."

Every movement of the man can trigger powerful magic power, and the cracks caused by the explosion shrink rapidly as he consumes the magic power. From the beginning, it was boundless, and now only a small piece of the canyon that has been razed to the ground remains. In the area, he raised his wand, facing the roaring ghost army rushing towards him, like some savior wearing glasses, he shouted loudly: "Disarm you!"

This is a spell that Hai Erbo has never heard before, but he also has a deep understanding of runes, and he quickly understands some of its meanings. This "removal weapon" does not seem to be a killing spell, it should be a man In order to resist the spell cast by the ghost army, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought about ways to survive.

But in the next second, his relaxed expression froze on his face, his neck drooped slowly like a wind-up toy, just in time to see an invisible sharp edge piercing his heart.

"I'm sorry," the man twisted his shoulders, and the sleeves that were torn by the curse instantly recovered. He straightened the brim of his hat that was blown crooked by the wind, and said in a playful tone, "I made you laugh at the bad habits I developed before. Haierbo."

Haierbo was unable to answer him anymore, the pierced lungs could no longer help him breathe, he could only breathe in but not out, and his heart stopped beating under the damage of the spell, after the wind blade penetrated his chest, It exploded inside the chest cavity and turned into countless sharp knives. He could no longer imagine how his heart had been destroyed. He just wanted to speak, but his throat was blocked by blood foam and pieces of internal organs.

The army of innocent souls also lost control as the general fell to the ground, and their empty eyes were slowly swallowed by the "eating" instinct intertwined with pain. They raised their heads in unison, let out a dull roar, and weighed the After that, their necks twisted half a circle, looked behind them, and looked at Hai Erbo with greedy eyes.

Haierbo no longer had the strength to control them, and saw those mutilated souls crawling towards Haierbo with hands and feet together in a more terrifying posture. The dead souls left behind had already begun to bite their companions in front of them, and more and more The dead souls far away chose to jump on the backs of their companions in front, trampling on them and rushing towards the culprit who brought them endless pain!

The man didn't continue to chase, he looked around, and his gaze, which was enough to cross the boundary of the blurred illusion, stopped on Tom and Pythia. Tom looked at the man's face, and didn't react too much, just silently remembered what he had just done. The magic used and the structure of the arm, but Pythia who was watching felt her heart stop for half a beat.

"Ancient Greece?"

The man quickly looked away from them and looked at the wooden box blocked by Nelson behind him. He waved at the wooden box, and this small movement caused the crack to shrink violently, and the wooden box flew in front of him. It quickly shrunk, revealing its original appearance - a black box exactly like the one he brought.

He bent down and did not open the black box, but was looking for something on the surface of the box. Soon, he found the mark he had made, and a real smile finally appeared on his smiling face. He seemed to be with an old friend. He patted the notch on the inside of the handle as if saying hello, and in the next second, his figure flickered and appeared in the illusion.

"Is that Gnar?"

The moment he appeared, Tom took a step forward, blocked Pythia behind, and asked softly, "No, you're not, your Fiendfire is very powerful."

"If 'Gnar' means Nelson Wertling Williams, I think I am," the man took off his hat and held it to his chest, nodded at Tom and Pythia, and pointed to Nelson, who was half kneeling outside the illusion, said, "If 'Nal't refers to him, then I am not."

"I see," Tom nodded. He didn't doubt it, because the man was full of the same temperament as Nelson. He continued, "You are very strong."

"Really?" The man smiled, took out a dark red candied fruit from his pocket, threw it at Tom, and sighed, "I have to say, this is the closest attempt to success."

"Did Gnar invite you to kill Haierbo?"

Tom caught the candied fruit, a shriveled tomato.

"I'm not good at killing, and I don't stop doing it. My struggle is not in the same theme as yours. You may jump out of the cycle of tragedy, so don't ruin it," the man shook his head, rejecting Tom's proposal , "Tom, you still don't understand the price of time. This era is the cornerstone of magic, including the despicable Haierbo. If we kill him, our existence will completely become a broken bubble."

"Gnar also said similar things. He is unwilling to defeat Hai Erbo in this era, and only wants to find his fatal weakness."

"Really? As expected of me," the man shrugged and said, "Instead of looking for his weaknesses, it's better to shape his weaknesses."

He looked at Haierbo, who had been overwhelmed by the souls of the dead, and then raised his head to look at the dark clouds covering the sky, and said, "Has Haierbo already made his first Horcrux? Then at least you don't have to remove him from that group of ghosts." Saved from the ghost."

"We still have to save him?"

"It depends on your mood. Let me tell you, now is the best time for you to gain his trust. Judging by your attire, you should be... Hai Erbo's master stick? This is indeed an idea we can come up with, the same It’s so naive, just as bizarre,” the man shook his head with a smile, every word he said would shrink the crack in the Misty Illusion, and the crack has narrowed to within the scope of Fiendfire’s cage, “From what I received From the moment I handed the box to the next stick, I was thinking about the possibility of fighting with myself, but I didn't expect it to be so long before someone called me from the other side of time... oh , can’t say for long, this is a simultaneous story for us.”

"Crack..."

The noise of the shrinking rift came into their ears, and the rift of time had already retracted around them, and it was about to dissipate.

"Let's go here, it's useless to say more."

The man looked at Pythia, and snapped his fingers lightly in front of her. Pythia was stunned for a moment, and when she woke up, the man's hand was covered with mist, and he pointed at Pythia. Nodded, thanked, and looked at Tom with a smile: "Maybe we can meet again, I wish you good luck."

The cracks disappeared, and the towering black tower disappeared. Except for the cloud layer that was pushed out of a gap above the head, there was nothing to prove its existence. The figure of Nelson also disappeared, and the Liaoyuan fire did not follow him. The departure went out, but it expanded violently after losing control. Tom stood where he was, pondered for a moment, and looked at Pythia.

"I'll save Haierbo in a while, so I won't kidnap you," Tom said, "Gnar should need you more, so take him away quickly, so he won't be burned to death."

"Your story is like a tragic epic."

Pythia sighed, the emotional priestess who grew up in myths and legends only heard a few words, and then outlined in her heart a heart-stirring story in infinite reincarnation.

"What does it have to do with us?" Tom pouted, "A person can only live for one life."

Tom raised his wand and asked Pythia to send himself back to reality. He walked towards Haierbo who was being tasted by the undead. Throwing it into Pythia's arms: "Take it, maybe you can grow it, and start breeding from now on, it will definitely taste better after 2000 years."

(End of this chapter)