My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 77 Despicable Haierbo
"Despicable Haierbo?" Nelson's tone became solemn, "I have seen his name in the history books, it is said to be a dark wizard in ancient Greece, but the books do not mention much about his deeds, I Just know that he invented a lot of dangerous and evil black magic... Isn't this kind of wizard dead?"

"For the dark wizards for thousands of years, the despicable Haierbo is a character comparable to Merlin." Andre looked around and waved his hand. He leaned closer to his ear with interest, and Andre glanced at Tom, who was dozing while sitting in the earplugs, and whispered, "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next."

"I'm a wizard too, and I won't be afraid."

"Very good." Andre nodded, put away the incongruous frivolity of the past, and began to slowly tell the story of Nurmengard when it was first built.

"A long time ago, about 30 years ago, I started to follow Lord Grindelwald. At that time, I was not as old as I am now. Our ideas were not recognized by the world, and we were wanted by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. We lived in hiding. day."

He showed a look of reminiscence like "remembering the past with a lot of time", and at this moment he really looked like an old man in his twilight years.

"Lord Grindelwald was still a vigorous young man at that time. He felt that his ability was insufficient, and he could not change the world in a short time, so he temporarily lowered his standards and let us, the earliest saints, search for a piece of land that no one has set foot on. I built a city belonging to the wizards on it. At that time, I was on an adventure in South America. I thought that the virgin forests of Brazil were full of resources and inaccessible. It was a good place to build a paradise. While searching for that piece of pure land in my heart."

A trace of panic suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Until 20 years ago, Lord Grindelwald suddenly called for him. Under his summons, I came to Austria. At the southern foot of the Alps, I saw the corpses of my companions all over the mountains and plains. "

"This accident hit us hard. Over the past few decades, the sum of all the comrades who have died in the siege from the Ministry of Magic is not comparable to this one. I was terrified at the time, thinking that our organization still It will fall apart before it can achieve the ideal. Fortunately, Lord Grindelwald stood up, he instructed us to collect the body, and then built the first and highest tower in Nurmengard directly above the incident. The tower—the residence of Lord Grindelwald, is not only a symbol of his authority and ideals, but a monument to those who have sacrificed for our great cause."

"Afterwards, the investigation of the corpses caused even more mystery - they did not have any signs of fighting with people, but looked abnormally healthy, not like dead people at all. On the contrary, the most terrifying thing is that they Their spirits are completely withered, and there is no trace of their existence, as if they were a group of bodies like walking dead from the beginning, and their souls have been completely annihilated!"

"Did someone attack their spirits? Who is capable of attacking so many people at the same time, and is the most difficult part of magic to master?" Nelson asked, he had already vaguely guessed, but the idea was too unbelievable , "Is that what you said, despicable Haierbo?"

"Yes, at the foot of the southern foothills of the Alps, the most notorious and notorious evil devil in history is imprisoned - the despicable Haierbo!" The deep fear in Andre's eyes was completely uncontrollable. The mind has completely drifted to the first few years of Nurmengard's construction.

"We did a lot of research, but nothing came of it, so we had to be careful again and again, but there were constant incidents with our companions, either losing consciousness like them and dying, or disappearing completely. But Lord Grindelwald..." He found his own The backbone, with a reverent expression on his face, said, "Lord Grindelwald does not believe in evil at all. In the end, he found the murderer, the despicable Haierbo."

"It's impossible." Nelson shook his head. "The ancient Greece has been dead for so many years, how can the despicable Haierbo still be alive?"

"This is the world of magic." Barry suddenly interrupted the conversation. "A national treasure of France, Nick Lemay has lived for centuries with the Philosopher's Stone, and he is still alive."

"But that is alchemy. There are only two magic stones recorded in history, each of which has nothing to do with the despicable Haierbo."

"Yes," Barry glanced at Andre inquiringly, the latter nodded and motioned for him to speak, so Barry moved his butt and sat across from the two, "I told you before that my mission is to help Greene. Lord Devore is looking for clues to the Deathly Hallows."

Seeing Nelson nodding, he continued, "In the process of searching for the Deathly Hallows, there is one book that cannot be avoided, and that is the wizard fairy tale The Tales of Bedouin the Poet, who is Bedouin the Poet today? It is impossible to verify, but I think he must be a big man who understands the secrets of the wizarding world, and he left this fairy tale book in the hope that these messages can be spread and spread smoothly."

"Many people who hold the same point of view also study "The Story of the Poet Bedou", but they are often confused by the story of the three brothers, and they can't see the information contained in other stories at all, but I found it." Barry raised his eyebrows proudly, "In a story called "The Witch's Hairy Heart", there is a way to hide the weakness and become stronger by hiding the heart. Have you read it?"

"I've seen it."

"That would be so convenient, I wouldn't have to read fairy tales to little Nelson." Barry continued, "Hiding the heart, the early wizards thought it was a 'charisma' to make themselves into corpses, But it's a ridiculous idea, and the weakness of the wizard is not the heart, in fact, it's a metaphor for one of the most evil and mysterious black magic - Horcrux."

"Horcuri?" Nelson lowered his head and repeated the word with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"Do you know Horcrux?" Barry seemed to be amused by his own question, and he immediately said, "How can you know, I don't want to tell you more, you just need to know that this is a kind of most dark wizards All feel that evil magic, it can divide the soul of the caster in some cruel way and hide it in another object, as long as that part of the soul is not destroyed, then the caster will never truly die , According to my research, the despicable Haierbo is the first wizard in history to successfully make a Horcrux."

"And the history books do not record the final fate of this dark wizard, let alone that someone destroyed his Horcrux." Barry's face became solemn, "So I have reason to believe that the despicable Haierbo has achieved this with this magic. An alternative immortality."

"That's right, the despicable Haierbo survived with the Horcrux, and the Horcrux disappeared. But he really died, in a duel thousands of years ago." Andre narrowed his eyes. He took over the conversation and continued, "And the underground of Nurmengard preserves his corpse, and the corpse has been cast with many exquisite protective curses and curses, even thousands of years later, our people will not dare to take it lightly. touch it."

"Since he's dead..."

"No, if you think about it, a wizard with a Horcrux never really dies. But he did get defeated in a duel thousands of years ago, then killed, and finally buried." Andrei Shaking his head, "His corpse is connected to the blurred illusion, which is the last stop for the dying person to go to death, and the despicable Haierbo locked his soul in the human world because of the Horcrux, but he was broken after splitting. The soul is no longer enough for him to have the power to return to the world - think about it, he has been wandering in the blurred illusion for thousands of years."

"Blurry fantasy..."

"That's right, because the entrance to the blurred illusion connected to the corpse of the despicable Haierbo may be the only entrance in the world, so the wizards know very little about it, and only understand some of its superficial properties after we paid the price of blood, Like the fog of Lost that escapes periodically, it continues to wreak havoc on the minds of those who come in contact with it and erode the souls of those who first took care of the corpse and are now delirious."

"Lost in the Fog?"

"Nelson, I don't know why your Transfiguration turns into a fog of loss, maybe it just looks a lot like - that's the day-to-day attempt of the despicable Haierbo to get out of trouble, it's hard to imagine a person in a place with nothing. After being lost in the space for thousands of years, he can still maintain such a strong will to survive." Andre's expression was full of fear, "He would try to hit the entrance to the blurred fantasy every new moon night, so Lord Grindelwald established The corresponding protective magic spell was used, and in the days of the new moon, the spirit of the whole city was used to suppress the gap in the corpse."

"On this point, our contribution to the world is so much higher than those of the officials who eat vegetarian meals." Barry said proudly, and praised his Lord Grindelwald again.

"I'll go check the battle." Nelson stood up with a complicated expression. He didn't expect that there was such a big secret hidden in Nurmengard's underground. Tom stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the exploding forest below.

"I think you should stay away from them." Tom glanced back and saw that several saints were gathering together to say something, so he whispered, "Build a city on the head of despicable Haierbo, and Horcrux or something. , they're just crazy."

"Aren't you?" Nelson turned his head to look at Tom, raising his eyebrows.

"You don't really think that if I don't listen, then I really don't listen, do you?"

(End of this chapter)