My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 676 The Greatest Scam
Standing behind Nelson and Pythia, Andros had shaved off his lush and messy hair, revealing a shiny blue scalp. Compared with the previous savage look, he was handsome at this time, wearing a bright red cloak Flying backward from the bronze shoulder armor, a thick cypress scepter was stuck on the ground by him like a spear, constantly beating on the deck, and beating on the hearts of every wizard behind.

He opened his mouth wide, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, making his bald head even more frightening. Dull roars spread out from his chest, prompting the neatly lined up wizards to let out earth-shattering battle roars. .

At this moment, they don't look like a group of remnant soldiers who have just taken back their homes. They are more like a mighty army that has just completed preparations and rode horses under the command of conquest. Obviously, a few ships are enough to carry the number of people. In the middle, it is like thousands of troops and horses galloping in the sky.

"This time... I won't be defenseless again."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and said softly. His gaze met Kent Tanka's mutilated eyes in the air. With the undefended cooperation of Tom and Kent Tanka, he already understood everything that happened in Alexandria.

His voice was drowned out by the roars of the soldiers. Only Pythia beside him knew what he said. In the great shock brought about by what I saw and heard.

Looking at Nelson with admiration, as one of the few people who knew the inside story, she understood that Nelson and Tom, who were immersed in time and history, completed the greatest deception of this era together.

Nelson turned sideways, leaving the wizards on the ship with an unobstructed view of the battlefield. The waves blasted by Tom and Kent Tanka rushed over their heads, and fell heavily under the influence of gravity, with a devastating momentum , as if to smash the boat under him into powder.

Nelson raised his wand, and the water vapor in the air condensed into blue water droplets on the wand. Under the wind pressure brought by the surf, the hem of the windbreaker danced wildly behind him like the wings of a giant steel falcon. His arms stretched out Straight, like a sharp arrow that has to be fired under the full string of a strong bow.

He closed his eyes, and felt the call from the running water during the interval of battle roars. The Wertning's blood was boiled with the powerful beating of the heart. Nelson finally understood that the people of the Wertning family were not born with Possess the ability to master the transformation of flowing water, but the legend about Werdening built their unparalleled confidence in performing transformation in the face of flowing water.

He felt that even the monstrous huge waves couldn't resist the uniform roar of the people on the fleet. The sound waves injected with faith hid abundant magic power. In the tremors, there was enough magic power to penetrate in the torso of the huge waves. void.

The wand stabbed straight at the tsunami, like an arrow off the string, without amazing consumption. Nelson's magic power was like a stream, gently filling the cracks in the body of the waves that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

In the next second, everything became silent.

Condensed sea water crawls under the boat's feet, the surface as smooth as a bronze mirror reflects the wet bottom of the boat, and the giant tree rings from Northern Europe outline complicated patterns. The standard welcomes the arch, and the waves under the feet maintain a high angle, just like the cliff at the bottom of the ski slope, waiting for brave challengers to leap from its kneeling shoulders.

The ships jumped out of the water, and driven by inertia, they rushed to the ski resort that Nelson prepared for them. The fully loaded ships smashed cracks on the ice, but this was not enough to affect their momentum. .

Finally, the flagship Nelson was on jumped up from the cliff and rushed towards the densely intertwined thunder net surrounded by poisonous snakes. The broken ice blocks collided with each other and smashed into the dark clouds, making a roar like a salute, shaking the eyes This land that has lost its inhabitants.

The people on the boat grasped all kinds of magic wands and were ready to go. They were not worried that the thunder net in front of them would make all their efforts in vain, because the silver giant had raised its head from the sea water in front of them, and its chest was open. The furnace spouts flames that are hotter than magma, and the afterimage of the rotating turbine is almost out. Its appearance is not like its brother Alexander 2000 years later, with a sense of futuristic and magical interweaving, but more like a creation in Greek mythology. The appearance of the ancient titan gods of the earth.

The silver armor, which is exactly the same as that of the warriors, protects its torso. The unique aesthetics of ancient Greece outlines its muscle lines that are no different from human beings. It is spliced ​​together, and each craftsman who made it has left the blessings of fairy tales for the parts they are responsible for. Regardless of men, women, or children, the people who mined the ore tried their best to peel off impurities, and the furnace workers who forged silver ingots cut them neatly. In order, the children who helped carry them left their names on each piece of silver ingots, and the wizards who carved the runes finally added the final color to the relief-carved parts. It is no longer a creation that belongs exclusively to Nelson, but is full of this era. people's desire to regain their homeland and the sun.

The turbine tightly bites the connected gears, and the strange force enough to cause the earth to deform flows in this ancient and long-standing structure. After more and more gears are differentiated, it pours into the giant's strong limbs, and the levers make a loud collision sound. , the piston turned red as it moved over and over again, the sea water poured into the giant's torso from the pipes under its feet, rushing along the blood vessels, taking away its excess heat, being boiled and evaporated into vigorous steam, from every gap between its muscles Out of the mouth.

The runes hidden in the bones and blood vessels flickered crazily. Driven by the magic power, they erupted with power beyond the times. The gears cracked while twisting, and were quickly filled by the mayflies produced continuously.

Standing on the sea, the giant representing absolute power twisted its waist and raised its right fist that was reddened by scorching heat. Steam gushed out from the gap between its Greek-style helmet and the face of the beast, enough to Shock everyone who sees it!

But the people who charged behind it didn't have the slightest fear in their hearts. Instead, they were full of pride, because this monster that looked enough to destroy the world was formed by their hands bit by bit.

"My brothers and sisters!"

Andros beat his chest vigorously, his fist hit the drums of "bang bang" on the bronze armor, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he yelled loudly, "As long as Haierbo exists for a day, we The dark clouds over our homeland will never be eradicated, and now is the time for us to take back everything!"

As if in response to his roar, the giant's fist fell heavily, no different from every fighter who hammered people in the street, but the magic and power it carried was enough to change the color of the world, and even the air had no time to avoid it, and it was crushed by it The mighty punches were compressed and exploded. It was still the sound of a salute, resonating with the beating heart in everyone's chest.

The front of the fist pressed against the edge of the thunder net and stagnated for a while. At this moment, the air that was compressed to the extreme burst out suddenly. Magic power, material, and all seemingly important things lost their meaning under the mighty power of nature. Driven by the magic power, it became more intensive, and the violent electric current rushed to its whole body along the giant's fist, leaving painless scorched marks on the armor with countless blessings.

The fist was no longer stagnant, it was synchronized with Nelson's movement of waving his wand, and it broke through the blockade of the thunder net. cage.

The ship rushing out of the landslide passed through the collapsing thunder net and rushed towards the soft sandy beach. Under this blow, the dementors hiding in the dark clouds didn't even dare to show their heads. The clouds melt together into fragile fragments.

When the violent thunder net that blocked Alexander stopped in the wind and clouds, Hai Erbo stared wide-eyed in disbelief. On the other side of the ocean, the dark clouds covering the Balkan Peninsula faded their gloomy background in an instant, and the black camouflaged on the surface of the mayfly's silver armor The pattern faded away in an instant, depicting a mocking smiling face. At the same time, the illusion magic they maintained was finally cancelled, and spreading green emerged on the coast shrouded in dead silence. In the rhombus-shaped silver cages, Howling dementors are returning the power they plundered to this dead land.

The thunderstorms raging on the peninsula also showed their true appearance. Andros, who broke out from Macedonia, organized his army as early as the first time. After finding the remnants of the bloody battle with the dementors in Larissa City, with the help of Nelson The surprise attack from the hub left along the way, when the black wizards entrenched in Sicily were caught off guard, they had already attacked Huanglong and broke into Haierbo's base camp.

Haierbo is confident because of his strength, but also suspicious because of his strength. He never gives his servants more power than he can grasp, let alone give them even the slightest chance of defeating him. Black wizards are rampant because of Haierbo, but when After they lost their master, facing a powerful wizard like Andros, they were like a wall without steel reinforcement, vulnerable to the impact of a giant dragon.

Armed by mayflies and assisted by giants, every Greek wizard who is a vanguard and shoulders the hatred of the country and the family is like a general in silver armor, facing the unprepared, except for the strength borrowed from Haier Bona. The fallen who had no progress outside swung their butcher knives.

It took Haierbo 13 years to encroach on the peninsula, and it took less than [-] days for the angry Greeks to clean up the filth. His rule was completely dependent on the power of power, without any economic or political skills, so that The loyalty and fighting will of his servants are as fragile as sandcastles. They fled in a hurry, and the lost ground of the Greeks was quickly regained with the green of all things recovering.

In anyone's perception, it is impossible for Hai Erbo, who caused the catastrophe, to be ignorant.

But he really didn't know everything that happened on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea. This all came from Tom's belief in himself. As he said, "I'm the best at dealing with people."

Hai Erbo, who is good at doubt, will never forget to doubt others even in the worst situation, even if this person is a prophet who can see through his future achievements, even if this person rescued him from a dying situation The loyal servant, whose suspicions are everywhere, became the basis for Tom's plan to unfold.

He always doubted whether Tom's appearance was premeditated. Under Tom's careful concealment, he still saw the clue with his own wisdom, so when he was about to start the ceremony of accumulating revenge power, he used his most exquisite magic to completely wipe out Alexander. The port was closed to the outside world, and Tom was allowed to delay time for the unknown Egyptian wizard. For him, the Egyptian blockade was a more reliable double insurance.

He is too cautious, too suspicious, too aware of the evil in human nature, and too trusting in his own strength, so that he only believes what he sees and hears with his own eyes. The secrets peeped in Tom's mind, the pride of finding Tom's hidden "Chamberlain" identity, the fact that he dug out of Tom's mind about Hermes exiled by the Greeks because of doubts, which he knew too well So much so that he was convinced of it in the face of the doubts that only a very mean person would have.

"I'm the best at dealing with people, Gnar. His ego and inferiority will be his grave."

Tom stood expressionlessly behind Haierbo, still looking like a humble and loyal prophet. In his eyes, the fleet from the ocean had already rushed onto the beach, and the soldiers who were ready to fight jumped off the ship in full armor. A hub that is exactly the same as the Krakow hub was quickly built on the shore. The giant who shattered Haierbo's fantasy tore apart the tattered thunder net with both hands, and the scorching body evaporated the attached sea water, leaving grains of diamond-like salt stains.

Behind it, the waves condensed by Nelson returned to their original state, slapped heavily on the sea surface, and issued a final deafening salute.

Haierbo, on the other hand, has learned all the facts under the hood from the artificially enlarged connection between Tom's re-integrated soul and Nelson. His hands are shaking with anger, and his eyes are shattered and his face is a hundred times more ferocious than a ghost.

"Tom..."

Haierbo shot Tom with viper-like eyes, and he roared, "Riddle!"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Tom bowed his head respectfully and whispered in Haierbo's ear, "Lord Haierbo."

"You worked so hard and respectfully, did you want to become a tyrant? Karkaroff!"

"Tyrant?" Tom's tone revealed a hint of deliberate and funny surprise, "So you are an orthodox monarch!"

"Ka...ka...lo...fu..."

Haierbo gritted his teeth, every syllable almost broke a mouthful of teeth.

"Don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you are angry," Tom mockingly read out the funny ballad that Nelson often talked about in Haierbo's ear, and gently blew in his ear the song that he had been holding back for months. Zhuoqi said, "Don't worry, my respected, great Lord Haierbo, your great magic ceremony to regain your power has not been completed yet."

"you!"

"Look, you are in a hurry again," Tom teased, "What's the use of being anxious? Didn't you cause all this? Once the ceremony starts, even you can't stop or change it. Do you think the bet is on me? No."

He straightened up and pulled Haierbo's furious hair with his fingertips. At the end of the ceremony, Haierbo, who was the key to it, could only sit on the recliner. Tom said indifferently: "The bet is on you, my dear Lord Haierbo!" , and you, do you know why you are being teased like a baboon?"

"enough!"

"Because of stupidity."

(End of this chapter)