My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 670 The Birth of the Patronus Charm

"I finally waited for you..."

Nelson looked at Pythia, whose dress was fluttering in the sky, and murmured, "A false soul can bloom such real flowers..."

over the heads of the people,

It has no majestic momentum, no tyrannical magic power, no stalwart figure,

Behind Pythia, above their heads, on the edge of the silver falcon's wide wings, a bright and warm sun rose, spreading her radiance on the land that was breaking free from the eternal night.

People were surprised to see the brightened environment around them. The snow covered with diamonds shone like diamonds in the sun. The hibernating animals in the forest woke up ignorantly and walked out of their homes in the tree holes. Crouching down on the ground, staring at the sun in the low sky.

More and more creatures ran out of the forest, crowded beside the humans they had never seen before, and gazed at the sun with a kind of incomprehensible eyes. Soon, Nelson's surroundings could no longer settle down, with great difficulty. Andros, who jumped off the scaffold, was squeezed in by a large nest of squirrels because of his huge stature. He carefully chose an open space where he could land, and approached Nelson unsteadily in the posture of a ballet dancer. It was crowded with all kinds of animals, and they were covered with thick fur, appearing on the parts of the Iron Giant, as if covering it with a new coat of expensive fur.

The light was even worse. The sun's light had already shone on almost every piece of land in Northern Europe. Nelson stared at Pythia's dancing figure, watched the silver steam spiraling around her, and watched it gradually become condensed. In fact, he couldn't help but think of the time when he was learning the Patronus Charm. Time has passed, and he has almost forgotten what he was thinking at the beginning, but the sense of satisfaction filled with happiness has never been forgotten for many years.

What she sheds is a temperature that is not much inferior to the real sun. The ice and snow melt, the gurgling stream emits tinkling drumbeats, and the moss on the meandering stream bank is waking up. Seeing the road plowed by the mayflies on the ground, sending the news of the New Year to the frozen northern Europe, the tidal flats under Nelson's feet were quickly covered with stagnant water, and the animals that hurriedly evaded climbed onto the giant's skeleton, but he still stood there. Standing still in the water, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise in this state of vibrancy and the development of all things, and the frost on his eyelashes melted, blurring his vision, but he just smiled and murmured repeatedly The same sentence: "I finally waited... I finally waited..."

Among such magnificent miracles, only the silver falcon holding Pythia in its mouth and Nelson standing on the tidal flat immediately felt her weakness. In Nelson's eyes, Pythia's original mud shell like a clay statue It was broken, deep and shallow cracks tore her beautiful face, she was like an exquisite porcelain vase that had just been excavated from the ground, and was praised by connoisseurs for the first time, and then disappeared in the sun.

Nelson held his wand tightly, but saw Pythia in the air pat Silver Falcon's paw, she signaled Silver Falcon to let go of her, looked at Nelson again, and shook his head slightly at him.

Her pupils were no longer shrouded in mist. With the shattering of the shell, the curses left by Haierbo to gather her memories fell apart in the sunlight, and her memories were no longer connected by artificially shaped clues, just like the real dead The same goes to silence.

"Pythia, you crossed the sea, you can cross it, you can."

After breaking through Haierbo's siege, Nelson took out a map of Europe and marked his planned route on it. Pythia wondered why he insisted on taking a detour even though his destination was connected to the mainland On the sea road, she was even more surprised that Nelson escaped from her pocket in a sampan with a strong style in the southern Greek seaport, but she didn't ask much. Struggling during the long voyage, I never complained.

Nelson's eyes moved to the boat pile on the shore. When the snow began to melt and the permafrost became soft, the extremely deep wooden wedge had already been pulled out by the waves, and the boat that carried them here was also in place. The city-state of Dros was washed away by the waves when he came, but he had no doubt that Pythia no longer needed it.

"Your life, your magic, your destiny began with a voyage to the harbor and ended in a shipwreck leaving Sicily," Nelson wondered if she could hear his voice, and did not use magic to make her listen I thought, "You have spent your whole life on a boat in the waves. The island that shaped you is not a boat. You have already got off the boat and stepped on the land that the waves can't touch. Where can your feet take you?"

Pythia seemed to have read his expectations from Nelson's mouth shape. She nodded vigorously, and she still maintained her youthful appearance. A little bit of vicissitudes appeared on her appearance. It seemed that the lost time of 13 years was filled up at this moment. Nelson With his hands in his hands, he caressed the gemstone on the ring. This was the first Deathly Hallows he obtained, his most cherished treasure, and the only one he brought with him on this trip. He used the power of the Hallows to communicate the confusion at this time. The illusion helped him quickly build up the magic he was familiar with. It was as loyal, reliable and powerful as he had shown in every experience in his life.

"Sorry, Tom, I'll have it set on a gold ring when I get back."

Using a little force with his fingertips, Nelson snapped off the resurrection stone engraved with Peveril's logo, threw it vigorously into the sky, and threw it into Pythia's hands. Pythia's eyes flashed with surprise, she knew Nelson cherishes this ring, even in the most dangerous time of the escape journey, Nelson left behind his proud Mayfly Legion, and never abandoned this ring.

"You need it more now."

Will Peveril's magic still work when the Resurrection Stone, a magical gemstone that allows the living to see the dead is held in the hands of a dead soul?
Nelson's eyes were opposite to the day-turning sky, and were instantly enveloped in darkness. The magic power inherited from Peeves surged out violently. The black lightning suddenly split the clear sky, and the irresistible attraction like a black hole drew Haier to the sky. The curse of wave collapse devoured it and merged into the newborn stream pierced by lightning. They flowed upstream and poured into the source of the stream.

"Follow any stream in northern Europe to its source, and the Wertenings will find their roots..."

Nelson didn't find the unborn Wertling family, but he found himself. The trickling stream suddenly became dirty and chaotic. Under the sun, it seemed to be crowded with vicious snakes. Struggling in the water, trying to escape the attraction of the stream, but to no avail. A moment later, the swarm of squirming snakes crowded under Nelson's feet, overlapping with his shadow, and the most vicious curse in the world re-condensed, in the flow of light and shadow, A phantom of ouroboros broke free from the base of Nelson's little finger and was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Are you afraid of this connection? Hai Erbo, let's make it closer!"

Despite being separated by thousands of miles and disconnected, one in the scorching desert and the other in the cold polar night, two best friends across time and space have made the most adventurous and craziest plans——

A person who chooses to plunge into the darkness, uses the magic he most resists and hates to create a self that acts as a helper, witnesses the evil happening in front of him and chooses to remain unmoved, deep in the most dangerous place in the world - next to the despicable Hai Erbo. Dormant deep, becoming a poisonous pile rooted in the heart of the enemy;

The other choice is to feed the tiger with his body, using the imprint left by Hai Erbo in the distant future to absorb the evil that shaped Pythia. Nelson firmly embarked on another path. The black magic of creation becomes part of his knowledge, and he will know this adversary better than anyone else, find and become the very being he fears.

In distant Alexandria, the seaport city with the same name as Nelson's second son who stayed behind in the future, Haierbo looked at the minions bred from evil, and only felt that the victory was in his hands, and the advantage was mine.

As part of Nelson's ongoing magic, Pythia immediately understood what he was doing. She struggled violently to stop Nelson's madness, but the resurrection stone in her hand was like a branding iron, firmly sticking her to She continued her dance of melting ice and snow, with tears of gratitude in her lax eyes. At this moment, with the resurrection stone as a bridge, Peveril's extraordinary wisdom connected them together, and Nelson's resolution also Perceived by her, in an instant, the gentle sun became more intense and dazzling.

The magic power left by Peeves condensed into flashing and jumping silver runes, which were restored and transformed by Sykes into the purest magic power, which did not originate from malice, nor did it represent good intentions. The position occupied by the sub-soul firmly binds her broken soul that shouldn't exist.

Into her skin, her flesh, her hair, her eyes, her colors, her voice, her ego, her destiny.

It fills the emptiness of Pythia's false soul, replaces her despair bound by fate, and depicts a picture scroll of a soul that has never reached death and is moving towards new life.

Pythia tightly held the resurrection stone in her hand. She no longer needed the resurrection stone to stick to herself, but prayed for its help from the bottom of her heart. She created the phantom of a deceased person, and for the first time, she burst out with a desire for life for an undead who was already full of falsehood.

"Go to his fate!"

Peeves' magic power was exhausted at last, and Nelson's old comrade-in-arms left after several battles that would resound through the history of magic. It was hard for her to control her fate. She didn't realize that she had really cursed until the voice reached everyone's ears. Andros and his group watched the prophet say such words in surprise. He really felt It turns out that Pythia is the adolescent girl who frowns every day in Sicily.

Hearing the scolding, Nelson laughed even more happily. Haierbo's curse extended upward from the shadow under his feet, and climbed up along the hem of his windbreaker. The curse whispered in his ears, but he did not resist They, instead allowing it to be a part of themselves, filled the void left by Peeves' magic exhaustion.

Pythia continued to dance, she no longer needed the sharp claws of the silver falcon, she was suspended in the air relying on the huge magic power, the silver steam had condensed into an entity that could not be penetrated by sight, wrapped around Pythia like a ribbon Asia's surroundings.

Andros, who didn't know where he was, finally ran to Nelson's side, and asked nervously, "You... what's wrong?"

"Believe me, there's nothing more painful than realizing how false you are."

"Huh?" Andros scratched his head, he really didn't have the experience to think about what the Riddler was talking about.

"But equally, the truth that emerges from the false and defines itself is most pleasing."

Nelson lowered his head and wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes. In an unknown corner, Haierbo's curse had ended the most tragic conquest with his magic power. In the end, it failed to resist Nelson who was standing in the sun. In the stream, the stream is still directly connected to the Wertning of the sea.

The dark green ouroboros swims in his eyes, always causing him severe pain when it touches the boundary of the pupils, but it can no longer escape, and everything that laid the foundation for Haierbo's power is nakedly exposed before Nelson's eyes.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Andros was bathed in the warm light rain. He raised his palm, trying to catch the light particles flying in the wind, but they could always slide away from his fingertips. Feeling the temperature from his palm, he The brows that had been tightened all day were also relaxed. Although it was impossible to see clearly under the cover of the lush hair, the overall feeling was that his messy hair became more silky.

"Why can I feel a ... warm feeling, as if I'm still in Sicily, with my friends."

"It's called the Patronus Charm. Congratulations, Andros, you witnessed a great spell appearing in this world for the first time."

"No, since it's the first time, why do you know what it's called?" Andros rarely retrieved his brain from the busy work, but only got back a sentence, "Guardian God? Did she summon a god to protect us?"

"No, you are your own patron saints." Nelson shook his head, "She will teach you this magic, and it will become your weapon to defeat Hai Erbo. Believe me, the victory you are looking forward to is not far away. "

The eyes of the two looked at Pythia in the air at the same time.

"Call God Guardian—"

Delicate and beautiful scales were outlined on the silver ribbon that surrounded her, a slender and elegant white snake emerged from the mist, crawled along her arm to her shoulder, and there was a warm light in the jewel-like eyes.

"Snake? Snake is not Hai Erbo——"

"You can start to recall, what is the happiest moment in your life?" Nelson had already passed Andros, and walked steadily into the vine man in the center of the city-state, "If not, then you can It's so pathetic."

(End of this chapter)