My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort - Vol 2 Chapter 696

“Fine, that’s what I want to see.”

Tom stood above the sky of Berlin holding his heart. The violently beating heart could not move under the restraint of his fingers. The dark blood gushed out from the broken artery. After breaking free from the pressure in his heart, it quickly expanded into a wailing ghost. This heart has undertaken unimaginable sins. Even at this time, these souls who died tragically at the hands of their masters are faithfully executing the orders of those who mutilated them, using the magic of annihilating their souls to launch suicide attacks on Tom.

He ignored these disturbances. In a sense, letting them commit suicide was also a relief for these souls who had been imprisoned for thousands of years. The explosions of magic power came one after another around Tom, but he was not affected in any way. They Instead, it became a splendid firework, dotted with the scene at Tom’s feet that finally made his silent heart happy.

“Perhaps only when this world-destroying crisis comes, can mankind realize the ridiculousness of the dispute…”

Under his feet, the city of Berlin, which could no longer be seen, was crowded with people.

Tom stared at the battlefield. For most of him, this war, which lasted a day, was already a vague memory of the past two thousand years ago. He lowered his head and outlined the magic power escaping on the battlefield together with the gunpowder smoke. With different shades of lines, he reproduced for him what happened from the moment when the missionary’s birth and sacrifice of the mayfly caused the door of death to open until now.

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At first, it was only Nelson and his friends and followers who fought against Hyerbo, but soon the wizards who were aware of the situation responded, and the Aurors who had met Nelson not long ago were being taken over by Dumbledore Under the leadership of the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards, he stood by Nelson’s side.

But as the ancestor of black magic, how could such a powerful enemy be able to compete with ordinary people, so Muggles armed by missionaries gathered together and used the meager magic they borrowed to form a spell comparable to the most powerful wizards .

But the estrangement still exists, and the people who fight side by side are well aware of the truth of non-me races. Discrimination and suspicion will not be talked about at such a critical juncture, but they still exist in people’s hearts. Handed over to a Muggle, no Muggle would follow a wizard’s command – not to mention, they had already experienced a major battle with each other’s casualties before they united.

Haierbo, who gradually woke up, regained more and more power. In this world where black and white are intertwined, how many people have used the powerful and extraordinary black magic at no cost? Tom didn’t know, but what he knew was that when Haierbo recalled that he could recover his debt from the use of black magic, most of the Aurors were no longer able to continue fighting, and in a critical moment, Grindelwald rushed Come, the powerful wizard took over the war, and Nelson and he also traveled back in time through the time-turner at this moment, trying to find a way to defeat Haierbo and reproduce it.

Under such a barrier, even if some people are fighting desperately, the power of unity has not really been exerted. Haierbo has some tactics to deal with the sea of ​​​​people, and the eyes of the basilisk are indiscriminate killers. He also realized his memory After being tampered with, under the delay of several strong men, he finally woke up his powerful servants and completed the clearing, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald who broke into the memory have not been able to return, but Tom is sure that they must be What did he do, because Haierbo’s memory was so confused that he lost his mind.

Alexander has exhausted the last bit of magic power and fell into a deep sleep, waiting for him is an undefended door that can lead to every corner of the world.

At this moment, the last line of defense stood up—

The teachers from the magic school arrived in Berlin with the heart of protecting their students, and the missionaries also left their petrified partners under the gaze of the basilisks to find the next partner who could fight side by side. But for people, it is an inheritance that can no longer be warm.

Wizards, Muggles, teachers, workers… After a day and a night of Nelson’s global broadcast, all the combatants arrived at the battlefield at dusk, they were not as powerful as Dumbledore, not as powerful as Aurors Well-trained, not as loyal and dependable as Nelson’s followers, not as visionary as the politicians of the International Confederation of Wizards, not as ambitious as the exiles of Nurmengard.

But the iron curtain-like barrier between them has turned into a wall thinner than paper early in the history that has been influenced by bit by bit for thousands of years, and they also have a helper they have never had – in Tom Under the deliberate control of the artist, hidden in the pictures of chocolate frogs, the spirit has been passed down for thousands of years.

“The enemy of an era ends by itself. History should not be a drama of heroes, but a song of praise.”

He supported the soft felt hat and clenched his heart tightly. The magic power poured into the broken blood vessel without hesitation. Countless sharp edges stirred in the atrium and ventricle, and announced to Haierbo that he was fighting to the death.

At the same time as the annihilation of the Second Salem incident, in every corner of the world, twelve hidden places for the Horcrux of Haierbo were discovered. The local wizards solved the crisis they brought, including the Second Salem. Mu, there are exactly thirteen places. This is also the number of Haierbo Horcruxes that most people who know the inside story think. In the eyes of everyone, Haierbo’s Horcruxes have been wiped out. The world will no longer be an undead monster.

But there is one doubt that always haunts the hearts of those who have experienced the battle of Second Salem – from there, they enter a blurred vision, only to see a hotbed that breeds Dementors, and the operators of Second Salem rely on this. A way of creating silence by torturing people, there are no Horcruxes there.

Haierbo is not a person who loves to be in the future. Thirteen is his favorite number, so the foundation of his longevity must be in line with it. This doubt has always been hidden by Nelson and Tom, knowing that the end of this time period Brigade, the answer to the question is finally made public.

The hairy heart in Tom’s hand, the prototype of the fable in “The Story of the Poet Bedou”, is the most important Horcrux that Haierbo should hide in the original history and contains his most powerful power.

When Tom just arrived, Haierbo, who was chasing after smelling the smell, had already squeezed out of the air. He stared at the hairy heart in Tom’s hand with all his eyes open. He could feel the heart being pinched by a powerful magic. , In anger, he opened his mouth, his jaw cracked like a snake, and a hole bigger than his head was opened, and violent black magic power poured out from every place where he could breathe, the figure disappeared, and the afterimage as fast as lightning opened his teeth and claws. pounced on Tom.

“Get off me.”

Tom squinted Haierbo in disgust, and the devil was no longer in his sight. He stretched out his hand, pulled him beside him, grabbed Haierbo’s throat, and grabbed him out of the air.

A hint of surprise flashed in Haierbo’s all-black eyes, just like the cheetah, who had dominated the grasslands for a lifetime, was tasting the prey that couldn’t outrun him, and he looked down and saw the shadow cast by the eagle’s wings.

“Go and meet your destiny.”

Tom closed his eyes, his fingers shrouded in black smoke squeezed slightly.

“Crack.”

Haierbo’s neck was easily twisted and his hard shin bones were crushed. His wide eyes were full of astonishment. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t defend Tom’s magic. With a soft sound, a layer of silver halo floated over Haierbo’s eyes, and his movements became sluggish. In his mixed memories, he saw a fragment of his burial. The betrayer plundered, and he wanted to liquidate, but the controlled body couldn’t make even the slightest movement.

Tom let go of his hand, Haierbo’s body fell straight down, and Professor Slughorn, who had noticed the black spot in the sky early, found out that another black spot was detaching from the original one, and was surrounding them. The direction in which Haierbo was standing fell quickly.

He threw himself out of the crowd, and was eagerly lowering his head and saying to himself, “My class is boring? I can only read textbooks? I can’t tell the truth?” Professor Melles.

“Haha, Albus! I’m still one step ahead of you!”

When Tom grabbed Haierbo by the neck and threw him to the ground, people on the battlefield in Berlin heard an inappropriate laugh, but people did not seek the source of the sound for the first time, because the next second , Haierbo’s twisted body hit the ground heavily.

The fall from the sky was enough to kill any living thing, and his body smashed a hole in the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

Without a second of hesitation, countless magic spells fell on him. For street gangsters, the group fight may only be able to cause damage to a few people who come into contact with the person being beaten, but magic complements the art of group fights. Unfortunately, it can hit the target from all kinds of tricky angles. In an instant, Haierbo’s body, which was so miserable that he couldn’t look directly after the landing, was submerged by the curse.

Professor Slughorn proudly puffed out his stomach, turned his head, and wanted to express his gratitude to Slytherin’s old dean, Slytherin, but he found that Slytherin didn’t look at himself at all, and he didn’t even mix in the pain and beat the underdogs. Instead, he has been staring at the black spot above his head that has not fallen so far.

“Professor Slytherin, is that Haierbo’s backhand?”

“No,” Slytherin retracted his gaze, looked at the crowded crowd, and shook his head, “Let them spread out a little… I sense the breath of some old acquaintances.”

Professor Slughorn didn’t get to the bottom of it, he answered, and while organizing salvos to make up for the knife in batches, he directed the crowd to retreat. He understood that Haierbo would not be defeated so easily, and quickly organized manpower. Deal with his possible counterattack.

“Don’t be nervous,” Slytherin recalled a group of people who had found him many years ago, “just to make room.”

In the crowd, some unremarkable wizards took out their treasured childhood toys – old chocolate frog drawings, in order to avoid having too much influence on the future and hindering Nelson’s return, the triple great Hull Moss has always been hiding in the dark, helping the world to reduce the damage that may be caused by crises in their own way. While promoting the development of magic with exquisite articles, they have issued invitations to the pride of every era. , leaving behind their proud strength.

The white fog filled the air. Seeing this scene, Mag, who was late and stood outside the crowd, thought it was Nelson coming back. She took a deep breath and held her breath, but what happened the next second disappointed her a little. , but she quickly cheered up, because what came out of the fog were faces she was very familiar with.

The great figures buried in the thick volumes of history walked out of the crowd one by one. They used the proud magic left in their first chocolate frog as a carrier, and appeared in a glimpse of the future that they themselves could not reach. .

“I believe what Godric said now,” Slytherin narrowed his eyes, put Professor Slughorn aside, and said to Roina who was beside him, “Hierbo didn’t choose to be resurrected in our time. Because I’m afraid of us… This era doesn’t seem to produce as many talents as before, but…”

He shrugged and looked at Roy with a helpless smile.

“Hierbo, do you remember now?”

Haierbo’s body swelled and twisted under the catalysis of magic power, beyond recognition. In the organ he could no longer call his ear, the question that Tom and Nelson had asked several times repeated, “Why did you pursue power back then? !”

He struggled to open his mouth, which couldn’t be called a mouth, and countless straight chains shot out from the hero’s gleaming hands, wrapping around his body, which was shrouded in violent magic.

His soul is like a marionette tied by countless ropes, and there is an irresistible force from the end of each rope. Finally, as Tom in the sky crushes his hairy heart, his longing for eternal life , his ambition to become the king of the world, his past, the answers he failed to say, and even his existence, all came to nothing, as if they had never appeared.

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“You smell, Mr. Riddle.”

With the help of Margaret, the famous Nicole Lemay walked slowly towards Tom, his almost transparent old skin completely lost its vitality, it seemed that it would split with a gentle pull, and a pair of ghostly eyes Under the reading glasses, the old man took a small step, holding a glass of champagne held by the waiter and raising a glass to Tom, “I believe you should know Margaret, she was the patient I took care of since she was a child, and now she It’s healed~www.mtlnovel.com~ Tom came back to his senses and nodded to Nicole Lemay.

“That’s the smell of the Philosopher’s Stone,” Nicole Lemay said softly. “Have you found a new Philosopher’s Stone?”

“Sorry, excuse me.”

Tom looked around at the splendid banquet hall. The cake was three stories high, and everyone had a smile on their faces. He squeezed past Nicole Lemay and nearly broke his rib.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Tom raised his hand to apologize, his eyes fell on Margaret, his eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed Margaret’s wrist and asked loudly, “Did you see Gnar?”

Margaret shook her head blankly.

“Our hero must be tired,” Professor Slughorn took Tom’s shoulders and pushed him to the cake. “The damage to Tom by the last Horcrux has not been completely eradicated. Don’t worry, we have found The best magical medicine and Muggle brain specialists will surely make him as healthy as ever! But before that, let our hero make the first cut!”

“Nar?” Not far away, Margaret’s suspicious voice came weakly, “Mr. Lemay, who is that?”

Tom was surrounded by cheers, and almost everyone in the auditorium was cheering, whether it was Muggles or wizards, except for a few people in the corner who seemed out of place, as the cheers became more intense, Tom’s sense of weightlessness became stronger. , almost suffocating in the constant fall.