My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 669 Giants of Northern Europe

A dormant stream babbling under a cobwebbed pallor of snow and ice, Nelson's sampan rests in a natural haven flanked by steep, snow-capped cliffs, the meandering creek The music score of the running water washes the boat's pier.

The wood from the warm Mediterranean has finally met its distant relatives covered with thorns. The camp is set up on the small tidal flat at the narrow mouth. In the movie, the birds fly around the dragon. They don't care that they may become the dragon's meal in the next second. What they expect is only the mountain fire that is ignited by the dragon's breath and emits vigorous heat and light.

A loud rooster crowed on the cliff above the tidal flat, the curtain of the tent was pushed aside by a pale and slender hand, the priestess's leather boots stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound, she lowered her head, Under the reflection of the bonfire, it can be seen that the waves on the shore have frozen into a thin sheet of ice in the cold northern night, and they still maintain the shape of the waves.

"Stop screaming, I'm getting up."

Pythia poked her head out and shouted towards the rock wall. The cry seemed so insignificant in the whisper of the sea, but it was enough to shut up that ridiculous clockwork rooster, and made her understand the concept of time in the extreme night. It became chaotic and blurred, and this daily cry became the only reference for her to know the arrival of a new day. She shook the thick snow on the door curtain, jumped out with big strides, and stepped on two deep footprints on the snow .

"Like cotton."

She covered her mouth and smiled, brushed off the snow on the woodpile after a few steps, took out a few pieces of dry wood at the bottom, and threw them into the fire, but this way of drawing firewood from the bottom of the fire made the firewood pile Losing their balance, they collapsed and scattered all over the ground, revealing the stream that blocked their view. Pythia squinted her eyes and carved a line on the stake that nailed the tent. Nelson had been away for three days, and she walked to Beside the fire, a piece of solid ice was cut from the stream by magic, and thrown into the cauldron that was driven above the fire.

The gentle fire light shone on her cheeks, and reflected in her misty eyes. She tightened her fur fur tightly, and let out a long stream of white air. While waiting for the ice to melt, she kept Repeating the movement of exhaling and inhaling, this kind of boring entertainment made her never tired. For the priestess who grew up on the warm seaside, ice and snow were even more rare to her than magic.

When this entertainment made her mouth dry, the ice cubes in the pot also melted, and they were rolling "gurgling". She stretched out her hand and put it on the pot, even if there were clothes left by Nelson to keep out the cold, from The natural severe cold was able to sneak through the door and pick the lock to find the part she was most afraid of freezing. The heat of the boiling water made her feel warmer, and she said a few words to the little silver ball Nelson left behind, "Karkaroff, can you hear me?" Are you there?" Afterwards, she rested her chin on her chin with her hand that was just warmed up in boredom, and stared intently at the stream that went deep from the cracks in the rock wall and led to the night and the unknown.

"You won't be taken away by the dragon in the forest, will you?"

Pythia fiddled with the firewood, talking to himself foolishly.

As if her call had been answered, a giant black dragon that was integrated into the night appeared in the sky. Its roar made the evil dragons raging in the forest lie down on the ground to express their awe, and the strong wind from the wings was blowing. The coast was already affected by kilometers away, and the tent shook violently. Fortunately, the wooden stakes left during construction were nailed deep enough and the ropes were strong enough. Pythia fastened the lid of the pot, stood up while supporting the wooden stakes, He looked nervously at the black shadow that appeared between the cracks in the rock wall and covered everything.

The target of the giant dragon was directed at the coast, and she looked at the giant dragon swooping towards her, flashing all the spells that she thought she could fight against the dragon in her mind.

At the moment when she was about to fight back, the strong wind mixed with ice shards made her unable to open her eyes. The priestess' dress and long hair flew backwards, and the top of her head was lit up by the dragon's breath, like daytime. When she finally opened her eyes, the giant dragon had passed over her head and flew to the sea, and a red cat also fell from the sky, rolled around deftly in the snow, and stopped beside her.

"N...Nelson?"

"It's me," Nelson slowly emerged from the kitten and stood up. The surrounding snow was stained red by the hot blood dripping from his body. He patted his head and spat out a big mouthful of blood on the ground. Hot blood-colored steam rose from his body and the surrounding ground. He wiped his face, saw the water being boiled in Pythia, and nodded in satisfaction, "You are indeed a prophet, you are so caring."

The roar of the dragon was heard from the sea, and Pythia stared dumbfounded as Nelson wiped his face with a towel pulled out of the air, rolled in hot water, and shook when Nelson's red hair turned golden again On the shoulders, the blood that had condensed into scabs in the cold wind was shaken off like soil embryos when casting iron. Only then did Pythia come back to her senses, and hurriedly supported Nelson, asking with concern: "Are you okay? ? I sorted out your medicine cabinet, what medicine do you need?"

"?"

The lock of hair on the top of Nelson's head trembled, and he took a step back as if seeing a ghost, avoiding Pythia who was slapping him, hugging his shoulders and asking, "What are you doing?"

"You...you are hurt so badly," Pythia was also stunned, spread his hands, and said, "Why don't you take a rest first, after bleeding so much, I feel like you're in a daze."

"What are you talking about? These are dragon's blood," Nelson couldn't help but waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm a wizard, so it's not a problem to clean up a dragon."

"..." Pythia shrugged, the anxiety on her face collapsed, and she sat back in her previous position, "Alright then."

"Haha, thank you for your concern." Nelson hung a towel around his neck, sat across from her, picked up a thin wooden stick from the firewood pile as a magic wand, and pulled a few frozen fish from Pythia. I fished it out from the cut ice cave, changed the water in the pot, and said, "I found a few relatives of Haierbo's dragon here. It took some time to communicate, and finally I made them understand what I said. It means that they know that their missing relatives have been taken away by Hai Erbo, and they are going to show him some color."

"It seems that your trip was very successful." Pythia also showed joy on his face, "You have the leisure to do such a thing, have you found what you want?"

"Yeah," Nelson threw a lump of salt into the pot, nodded, and said seriously, "I didn't find anything."

"That's good...wait?"

"Huh? Did you put too much salt?"

"No... I mean, you didn't find anything? Did we go for nothing? You didn't find powerful magic, and the strong support from the north is not willing to help you?"

"There is no powerful magic at all, and there is no strong support from the north," Nelson said casually, stirring the fish soup. "Why do you think there is any strong support from the north? According to common sense, even the residents of this kind of icy and snowy place should Not many."

"But……"

Pythia stopped talking, she thought Nelson was just forcing a smile, she understood the loss and helplessness.

"My family has always had an old legend."

"What legend?"

"Follow any stream in northern Europe to its source, and the Wertlings will find their roots," Nelson said, looking at the dark sky, with the clouds above his head being dispersed as the dragon passed, Bright and dense stars appeared in his sight, "My teacher, Professor Binns, suggested that I come to Northern Europe before I graduated from school. Maybe this place will help me answer some doubts, but obviously, I am in a Started this trip at the wrong time."

"Your family...couldn't have been born yet?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right," Nelson said with a playful smile on his face, "If I find a local girl here to marry and spread the branches, maybe I will become the ancestor of the Wertling family. It's a huge test of ethics."

"..."

"From the moment I stepped into the forest, I understood that such a place shrouded in severe winter all year round and with such long winter nights is not a place where people of this era can survive. There are not many traces of human activities in the forest, even if Norse mythology is just a rudiment of word of mouth.” Nelson’s face turned red in the steam of fish soup, “I have traveled all over Northern Europe, except for primeval forests, even ice deserts, and only where it borders Europa. There are sporadic settlements living here, most of them are people who migrated from the south, besides, there are some wildlings in the woods, giants, werewolves and the like... The magic and magic you desire Strong support does not exist."

"Sorry." Pythia said seriously, "But it also shows that we have to find another way. When I was young, I heard travelers tell stories about the East. Maybe we—"

"no need."

Nelson interrupted her suggestion, shook his head, and said: "We don't need to bring in people who are not part of this disaster. During the three days of traveling, I thought a lot. You see, these birds and beasts are not Will avoid fire, because that's the only way for resident birds to get heat during the long winter nights, but you know? In my time, avoiding open flames has become an instinct for animal survival, because humans, as the only species that master fire, fire light It represents our coming, it represents the hunt and the hunt."

"Are you... disheartened?"

"How could I just sit and wait for death," Nelson stood up, "I also came to Northern Europe once before to watch the trial of my principal. At that time, I was full of thoughts about how he would be sentenced, and I never paid attention to this land. "

"I found silver mines and coal here, and they helped me a lot more than you can imagine."

Nelson turned to face the steep cliff. After cleaning his hands, he drew out his wand and waved forcefully at the crevice where the stream flowed. The solid ice was shaken off, and the forest near him was also tottering. The cliff that obscured Pythia's sight was torn open, revealing the dense forest she had dreamed of for many days. Nelson's voice echoed in her ears: "Come on After your era, I have been thinking about a problem. I have spent too much time looking for Haierbo's so-called weakness. What I am good at is regarded as a tool to achieve this goal, but it can obviously create A greater miracle, fulfilling a more direct purpose."

Under Pythia's gaze, on the torn and rolled frozen soil, birds and beasts fled quickly, but what was exposed under the soil was a silver light that was incompatible with the natural landscape, but she felt a chill on the back of her neck, Turning around hastily, she saw a sharp steel claw grabbing her collar, and a vigorous silver falcon rose from the ground, bringing her to a height parallel to the sky.

The cold wind poured in from her neckline, and the sudden drop in body temperature made her limbs stiff, but her attention was no longer on herself, but firmly locked on the silver light extending from her feet to the north .

She stared wide-eyed, trying her best to see what was happening under her feet. Perhaps her prayers were answered by magic power. Her gaze became as sharp as a falcon, and those connected silver became clearer.

Pythia saw it clearly, it was delicate floats connected to each other, they opened up the frozen soil, exposed to the sky, the ugly ore was dug out from the ground, and fell into Pitt after being transported by floats one by one. Amidst the blazing flames that are so hot and hot, pieces of standard silver ingots are cut by their one-eyed eyes and become parts with different missions, and then assembled by skillful hands to become their new companions, joining the breeding grounds. In the tide.

At first, they only occupied a small piece of the strait, and expanded outward with difficulty, but as more and more planks joined their sequence, the speed of expansion began to multiply, and in Pythia's sight, the silver The awn quickly grew from a small piece at the corner to a huge one, and quickly outlined the coast of the Nordic land in the dark and hazy night. Gradually, the land within sight has turned into a silver country of steel!

Suddenly she thought of Nelson's family legends, weren't they exactly like that?Starting from one source, they flow to every part of the earth like a stream, and their source is Nelson himself who came after the legend!
"Thanks to your help, Pythia." Nelson looked at the coast and said softly, "I think they should be here too."

As soon as he finished speaking, in another wave of the Baltic Sea, a strange city-state that was once deeply buried and wrapped in rocks broke through the water and ran aground on the shore. Pythia recognized the city-state, and it was much bigger than before. The earthy shell is also covered in steel.

Nelson stood quietly in front of it. Amidst a roar, a straight crack appeared on the huge iron block. It opened slowly like a book page, revealing the huge factory built on the basis of the original city-state.

The giant's body was disassembled into huge parts, covered by scorching steam and fixed on the scaffolding. Countless wizards and Muggles mixed together, and under the command of the man at the top of the central vine man in the city-state, they played their own roles. Power, the literate Greeks directed the young and middle-aged to splice the parts, the wizards carved the runes they had learned all their lives, and even poets and sculptors carved their blessings on the bones of giants, and the music of musicians echoed Between the scaffolding, play a symphony with the roaring pistons.

Pythia stared blankly at this scene. She had no doubts that Nelson had brought all the people who could work here, and their faces did not show traces of enslavement or coercion. The great hopes of the imagination are linked together.

Her vision became blurred, and she watched this scene with tears in her eyes. The coldness in the heights could not freeze her pounding heart. The hostile enemies drew the same string of inscriptions together. What she saw was not the iron god made by Nelson, but the determination of these displaced people to regain their homeland. Their emotions emerged with huge magic power, and they connected with Pythia together.

She felt something shattered, and a silvery warm current gushed out from her soul. Under the shape of the rune left by Haierbo, she achieved a completely different greatness.

(End of this chapter)