My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 277 Sentinels in front of the tower

The three water curtains showing the faces of the warriors suddenly collapsed, and the water curtains twisted together, roaring towards the audience like a rushing river.

People in the stands avoided one after another, while Dumbledore, who was sitting firmly on the rostrum, secretly smiled and turned the wand under the table. When the audience was about to get wet, a huge amount of water rose slowly and condensed into a water polo.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, this water polo formed by three water curtains slowly opened, forming a water curtain that enveloped the entire auditorium. In a flash, the backs of the three brave men standing in a triangle shape appeared in front of the audience.

This time, the shooter seems to have changed to an experienced photographer. The audience's perspective follows the lens over the warrior's head and quickly approaches the black shadow in front of them. The audience seems to be watching a special effects movie that transcends the times. The surrounding white mist is gradually thinning, and large pieces of black occupy the entire water curtain. The oppressive and heavy colors make the viewer's heart feel as if being pinched. From the invisible cracks in the bricks, it seems to be the outer wall of a building.

"Kakkaka..."

In addition to the sound of the wind, there are subtle friction sounds lingering in the hearts of the audience.

Just when everyone was wondering if the water curtain was malfunctioning, the camera suddenly lifted up, half of the sky with white clouds floating and the pure black tower wrapped in various gears came into view. In just a short moment, it instantly showed the scene of the top of the tower.

"Kakkaka..."

It was the annoying clicking sound from before, and the audience looked around, trying to find the source of the noise.

A high-back chair that seems to be carved from a whole piece of black marble is placed in the center of the top platform of the black tower. The red velvet cushion extends to the red carpet leading to the spiral staircase, and the pale gold armrests are carved with cloud patterns and gods. It is majestic and magnificent, as if it is only worthy of the gods in the sky, but the wizards know that there are no gods in the world, so who is lucky enough to sit on it?
"Kakkaka..."

They could hear it more clearly. Its rhythm was strict and rigid. There was a two-second interval between each sound. The sound seemed to come from the water curtain. There was a sound in the third level?No wonder the commentator shut up early, and the audience was a little surprised.

The back of the chair is about three meters high, like the hands of a clock, on which a tall tower truncated down the middle is depicted in detail. At the bottom of the tower, ant-like human beings are erupting meaningless conflicts due to language barriers. The picture made the wizards in the auditorium feel inexplicable and incomprehensible, and some even thought that it was not a good sign that the owner of the Black Tower chose such a picture.

Only a few wizards who have a little understanding of Muggle culture can understand that this picture belongs to "Genesis", and that tower is the Tower of Babel that made countless people follow but fell down with hatred.

Behind the needle-like back of the chair, a huge golden gear shines dazzlingly like the sun. Driven by magic, it rotates slowly, driving other gears connected to it to rotate. Under the light from the gears, the person sitting on the chair can only see the black shadow of the backlight.

The camera zooms in, and the first thing that catches the eye is a head of pale golden hair. Its golden color is so thin that one can't help but wonder if it is the golden light of the silver hair that has been marked with gears.

The camera zoomed down, and Nelson's obscure face appeared in the water curtain due to being in the dark. The audience who had experienced the baptism of Tom's appearance all lamented that Hogwarts may not be the school with the most outstanding magic teaching level, but it must be The most beautiful school, the adult wizards on the rostrum and the Beauxbaton stands who did not attend the dance showed expressions of surprise and joy, and Nelson in the water curtain completely overlapped with a deep shadow in their memory .

Feeling that the gears were fully running and the magic matrix he had designed was completed and effective, Nelson smiled with satisfaction. A breeze blew by, and the hair on Nelson's forehead fluttered in the air, revealing a pair of shining, blue eyes. .

"Is it enough?" Dumbledore smiled, as if talking to himself.

Sigmund on the side thought the words were for himself, nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said intoxicatedly, "I can't be more satisfied, this must be the best-looking session ever. The Triwizard Tournament is on!"

Dumbledore shook his head, noncommittal.

The French wizards wanted to observe again, but Dumbledore, who was in charge of the camera, didn't give them this chance. The camera quickly reversed and went straight to the bottom of the tower, fully presenting the changed black tower to the audience. Their vision followed the camera back to Beside the three warriors, the black crystal cube in front of them made a clear cracking sound, and soon shattered into fine slag and scattered around. Ludwig quickly erected a barrier, blocking the splash from the three of them. fragments.

This is the impression he gave to the audience and the judges. Compared with Tom's speed and Margaret's gorgeousness, Ludwig's magic is more about efficiency. He can often use the most suitable and simplest magic to achieve what he wants most. As a result, especially in Newt's level, he only achieved the conditions for clearing the level with one-handed protection spell and flying spell (and the useless bubble head spell).

Some of the judges who focused on actual combat nodded in satisfaction.

The sharp crystal shards scratched the barrier with a tooth-piercing sound. Ludwig held on for a while, and the barrage-like shards were finally shot out. He carefully removed the barrier, and a beautiful tall black-haired woman appeared in front of her. In front of the three of them.

Tom could hardly help laughing.

"What is this?" Ludwig asked.

"This is Pythia, the priestess of ancient Greece," Margaret replied, "the entrance to the hiding place is her statue, but... uh, it's not as good-looking."

Tom nodded, as if responding to Margaret, but in fact he was controlling his expression while lowering his head.

Suddenly, the originally stiff sculpture moved, and just when Tom thought Pythia was going to slap him with a wave, she lowered her head, looked at the three of them, then turned sideways, and stretched her hand holding the torch back, making a gesture Take the "please" gesture.

The three looked at each other and walked forward together. This time Ludwig was still at the front. He had been beaten too much before, so his performance at the beginning of the third stage would not affect Tom and Ma. Gretel's grades.

Sigmund on the rostrum covered his face, shook his head, and sighed.

"Sigmund, is this really a student of Durmstrang?" Constance joked, she was very satisfied with Margaret's performance in the water curtain, her face improved a lot, "I I thought I saw a good man."

"He is such a person." Sigmund still covered his face, "If Kant was not born in Germany, maybe... Of course, I am not saying that the style of study in our school is not good. It is true that about Durmstrang, there has always been It has a slightly false reputation, but—"

"Let's watch the game." Constance interrupted Sigmund's self-proving innocence. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

At this moment in Nurmengard, Andre and his group are sitting in a small restaurant that they often go to. Not far away, there is only a flat land at the intersection where the library originally stood, and even a large piece of floor tiles are missing. , a few silver screens were displaying high-definition pictures of the Triwizard Tournament, which seemed to be clearer than those at Hogwarts.

"Your drinks are here." The waiter came from the back kitchen with a tray to the tablecloth, and after distributing the drinks, he sat down in an empty seat beside him, "Mr. Wertning hasn't been here for a long time..."

"Do you miss him?" Barry, who hadn't finished removing the bandage, sat with White and called the waiter to come and sit together.

"Of course, who doesn't want Nelson?" Andre looked several years older. "He's not here, and those manuals just make me dizzy."

Only Zweig on the side didn't say a word, his expression was not good, and he seemed to be still worried about something, but whether he turned his head and glanced at the screen made the other people laugh constantly.

The sculpture of Pythia was still some distance away from the entrance of the Black Tower, and the three warriors walked this distance carefully under the leadership of the nervous Ludwig.

"You really don't have to frighten yourself," Tom advised. "Gnar wouldn't bother to sneak up on us in a place like this."

"I won't believe anything the people at Hogwarts say anymore!" Ludwig walked forward with small steps, holding his wand as if he had been hit by a giant orangutan for post-traumatic stress disorder. , looking back from time to time, as if Tom and Margaret would attack him at any time.

"You're overwrought—"

Before Margaret finished speaking, there was a sound of "cool, cool, crackling" metal collisions coming from the front, and the three hurriedly prepared for battle.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The ground under his feet trembled slightly, and a metal puppet composed of countless gears and metal parts came out of the fog. It had thick limbs, but a slender body, and its shape was full of sharpness. The red and blue paint and the two large pieces of glass on the chest Very visually impactful, the doll's eyes are shining with red light, and it is tightly locked on the three people in front of it.

"It's so big..." The doll that looks exactly like a certain toy is full of oppression.

"This kind of big doll is generally bulky," Ludwig suggested, "I think we should disperse around it and use the binding spell to control it."

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet raised its thick right arm, and its five fingers retracted into the wrist instantly. A gun barrel shining with blue light appeared in front of the three of them. Then, before they could make any movements, a cloud of blue light entwined with electric light appeared. The colored ball of light flew towards the warrior silently.

"boom!"

It was only when the ball of light burst in front of him that the sound could be heard.

The puppet's huge body was also tilted backward by the recoil, and it stretched out its other hand, trying to support the ground.

But none of the three masters moved slower than it.

Tom waved his wand. Instead of using the Iron Armor Charm, he summoned a mirror shield and received the blow. The ball of light was also reflected by the mirror and flew towards the puppet at a slower speed.

Ludwig's feet were extremely fast, and it seemed that some kind of magic had been attached to it. In the blink of an eye, he ran behind the puppet, and entangled the puppet's legs with the spider web spit out from the wand, causing it to lose its balance. .

But Margaret waved her wand lightly when she noticed that the two large pieces of glass in front of it began to flash, and a red light flew out from above her head with a "swish", turning into two sharp whirling pieces in mid-air The blade sliced ​​off the glass plate on the doll's chest, and the blade swirled back to her head, turning back into a small hairpin clipped in her hair.

The glass plate fell to the ground and was shattered. The flickering magic lines on it flickered after thinking about it, and then completely dimmed.

With the cooperation of the three of them, the ball of light reflected by Tom penetrated the doll's chest without any hindrance, and a large hole covering two-thirds of the area was formed on its torso. The gear was deformed by the high temperature. It fell off and obviously couldn't move.

Ludwig ran back and stood behind the two of them with a flat face, without the slightest thought that he was the one who was startled just now.

The red light in the puppet's eyes struggled for a moment, and then dimmed, while the blue ball of light shrunk a circle after hitting its chest, but still rushed towards the black tower firmly, and landed on its thick wall. A large pit was melted.

"Hiss..." The corner of Ludwig's mouth twitched, "If this is done..."

"Will you be hit by it?" asked Tom disapprovingly.

"Not really," Ludwig scratched his head, "But I think your classmate is a bit too powerful from time to time, is he in the same class as you? Is this really the strength of a school wizard... Look at this tower, who knows how many of these guys are there?"

"This level is the most beneficial to Gnar. He is best at the three types of knowledge. Alchemy and Transfiguration are the most suitable magic for this kind of positional warfare," Tom explained, "If he is given enough time, enough materials and With sufficient magic power, he can create an endless stream of legions! Of course, he must have profound magic and rich money."

"I understand, this kind of wizard's body is the most fragile." Ludwig rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and said to himself, "As long as I can get in touch with him first, the victory is mine, and I will be in... Within five moves, knock him down!"

Margaret's thinking was a little bit off. She discovered the blind spot in Tom's words and asked, "So, what is the third type of knowledge you are talking about?"

"Uh," Tom raised his eyebrows, "it's probably useless here, to tell you the truth, it's History of Magic."

Hearing this sentence, the audience in the stands burst into laughter. No one pays attention to the history of magic. This is a common shortcoming of almost all wizards in this world.

The puppet slowly twitched twice, and then scattered all over the ground like toppled building blocks. The tiny gears rolled towards the black tower, filling the potholes on the wall like a tide smoothing a vortex.

"squeak--"

The black silver-clad oak door opened slowly, fully performing the etiquette of welcoming guests.

(End of this chapter)