My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 283
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Nelson raised his left arm and pointed his wand straight at Tom. The breeze blew his half-length hair, and the thin mist of mist surrounded his body. Bright spots.

"I didn't stop on the road."

And Tom tidied up his appearance, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand raised his wand to his chest in the posture of a knight holding a sword.

"No, you stopped, you even waited at the door." Nelson shook his head, flicked his wrist, and a crimson beam shot at Tom's chest, "You made me wait too long."

"I think you had a great time playing with them." Tom turned his body, his wand slightly tilted, and the red beam was refracted by a transparent object that suddenly appeared in the air, and turned to one side. "But Gnar, you It shouldn't be that hard."

"Whoosh-"

The spell flew behind Tom and hit something. The next second, a thick black wand swirled and drew a beautiful parabola, flying towards Tom from behind.

He grabbed the flying wand with his backhand, and Ludwig, who was twitching behind him, groaned and moaned. Tom put the wand in his pocket and shouted without looking back, "Sorry, Kant, I didn't mean to .”

"Hum hum……"

"It looks like he forgave you."

Nelson tilted his head, dodging the flying blade controlled by Margaret who lost his mind, and at the same time jumped back a step, dodging the green snake attacking from under his feet, and stepped on its tail, the little snake It seems that he came out to work before the full moon, his bulging head was dazedly rubbing against the shoes, his fangs the size of rice grains scratched the strong dragon skin, and quickly ground his own teeth.

"Except your weapons!"

Nelson kicked the teething snake away, pointed at Tom and shouted.

Immediately afterwards, a faint blue lightning shot out from the wand and shot towards Tom.

"Sneak attack, right?" Tom resisted Nelson's attack with the Iron Armor Curse, and quickly retaliated, "Avada ate a big melon!"

A black light shot out from the tip of the staff and hit Nelson's face.

The two circled around on the field above Alexander's head, standing together, and the frequency of releasing the spell was getting faster and faster, and the beams of various colors collided in the air, bursting out gorgeous fireworks.

Even though every one of Nelson's spells is "Acute Arms" and every one of Tom's is "Avada eats a big melon", the spells they use are almost the same.

The ground under his feet shook slightly, and Alexander's left arm was still struggling with the black python summoned by Tom. After Tom didn't need to be distracted to think about how to break through to Nelson, the black python finally didn't have to do the control work it was not good at. up.

Its body will quickly collapse under each round of mayfly attacks, but new individuals will soon be born in the escaping black smoke. As the battle progresses, the black python split into two large ones, and the remaining ones The black smoke turned into tiny poisonous snakes, pierced through the gaps in the pipes, and penetrated into Alexander's body. Although the scorching steam in the pipes crushed them in an instant, their bodies could all be destroyed in a very short time. After being supplemented, he had an inseparable fight with the one-armed Alexander for a while.

Alexander had no choice but to release more functions. Part of the bolts on its huge body fell off, sucking the surrounding air into the body like a whirlwind cloud. The Fiendfire in the blast furnace burned more violently after getting more fuel, and the turbulent heat flowed down the pipeline Conducted into the right arm, its bones and armor were roasted red, and the snakes that touched the body emitted blue smoke, making a "sizi la la" barbecue sound, quickly lost its shape, and condensed into black smoke again, and The lost fog in the pipeline seized the opportunity to devour these disembodied wreckage, and cooperated with the mayflies outside the body to strangle these annoying things.

The black smoke under Tom's control seems to have wisdom far beyond what others expected. It is no longer obsessed with the shape, but completely abandons the big snake. It all disperses into black smoke, pours into the pipeline, and competes for the traffic arteries in Alexander's body.

Although Nelson designed a strict defense for Alexander, there are still many loopholes in the unfinished body that has been transformed hastily, and the magic logic that operates on its own is also difficult to deal with such emergencies that are not in the preset plan, and there are still some black smoke flowing along The pipe rushed to Alexander's head, and the little green snake just now was one of them.

Now, on the platform above Alexander's head, wisps of black smoke are rising through the gaps in the armor, mixing with the lost mist floating in the air, and the border is showing a delicate gray.

Nelson and Tom are walking in the gray background, casting spells at each other while avoiding or defending against Margaret's indiscriminate attacks.

However, the metal soldiers she created experienced the regret of dying before they were able to succeed. Before they had time to play any role, they shut down because of the failure of the master. Nelson and Tom not only used their bodies to avoid Under each other's spell, they started the doctrine of soldier control and persuasion almost at the same time.

Whenever Tom passed a metal soldier, brightly colored poisonous snakes would emerge from under his feet, and they would quickly penetrate into the soldier's body through the cover of Tom's body.

Tom's eyes turned scarlet at some point, his expression was indifferent, his movements precise, but his eyes were wild.

Nelson didn't see the little snake, but he noticed Tom's eyes and became very careful.

When he passed the soldiers, he didn't stay idle either, the tiny gears rolled and embedded into the soldiers' joints, and the mist that had been thinned by the strong wind invaded through the gaps in the armor on the soldiers' heads.

After a while, the two circled around the platform.

Nelson came to the front of the throne again, sandwiched between two soldiers with swords.

"Gnar!" Tom suddenly yelled, hiding behind a soldier with a shield, "Disarm!"

Nelson was stunned, how did Tom steal his lines, but Tom didn't shoot the spell, just in the blink of an eye, two scarlet lights suddenly lit up under the hollow helmet of the sword-wielding soldier behind Nelson, and came out neatly. The sword pierced his chest in an instant.

And there was the sound of gears gnashing in the body of the shield-bearer in front of Tom. There was an invisible fog under his helmet. Then, his joints twisted in the opposite direction, and his thick arms hugged tightly. He stopped Tom, turned his head 180 degrees, and stared at Tom closely with the face of the mist, and the lost mist gushed out from the helmet, covering Tom's face.

Looking at this scene, he lowered his head to look at the point of the sword sticking out of his chest, Nelson raised his eyebrows, and even laughed.

"Ahem," under the huge embrace of the shield-bearing soldier, the air in Tom's lungs was squeezed out a little bit, his breathing became difficult, and his face was flushed. Like Nelson, he also showed " Sure enough," with a smile, "I knew..."

Nelson leaped forward, his whole body slipped from the sword, his torn shirt exposed the body underneath, and a hideous penetrating wound appeared, even the hearts of the audience were tense.

"Nelson won't be stabbed to death by Tom?" Alphard exclaimed in a fuss.

"No... right?" Walburga rarely hit his younger brother, but just stared at the water curtain, "After all, Nelson also avoided the left chest of the Durmstrang man, Tom has no reason... ..."

Her voice was getting weaker and weaker.

The wizards on the rostrum were not very worried. Being used to strong winds and waves, they at least knew that a person who was stabbed in the chest would spurt blood after the sharp weapon was pulled out, let alone laugh. Although Nelson's shirt was torn , but only slightly wet.

Nelson pointed his wand at his chest, and the flesh and blood on the wound turned into water. The tension on the surface instantly healed the hole. He put down his wand, and the young skin was intact and even a little smoother.

"Human deformation?" Tom spoke with increasing difficulty. "When did you learn it?"

Nelson didn't answer, just raised his wand and pointed it at Tom.

"Well, it's really boring." Tom said disappointedly. His right hand, which was still able to move freely, turned the wand upside down and stuck it on the leg of the soldier holding the shield. A flash of red light flashed, and the soldier holding the shield exploded from the inside. The gears embedded in the body exploded together with other mechanical structures, shooting in all directions.

Nelson had no time to catch his breath, and Sa Yazi ran to the throne and hid behind it.

Freed from the bondage, Tom narrowed his eyes and pointed to Nelson's hiding place, the same red light as before converged on the tip of the staff.

"It's hard to deal with people who use spells well!"

Nelson waved his wand cursingly, and most of the metal soldiers started with the sound of uniform gears, and they all rushed towards Tom.

"You should reflect and reflect, you are the dragon's heartstring magic wand."

Looking at the soldiers surrounded from all directions, Tom stared through the "crowd" at Margaret, who was still wielding a blade to wreak havoc, his whole face collapsed, "Is this your role?"

He waved his magic wand helplessly, and the soldiers who had been penetrated by the snake glowed red under their masks, and hurriedly moved to pounce on the attacking enemy. Nelson's Corps soon gained the upper hand.

"Transfiguration wizards are so difficult!"

Black smoke billowed under Tom's feet, and he rose into the air, leaping over the ranks of soldiers, and rushed towards Nelson surrounded by summoned vipers.

The poisonous snakes entangled their mouths wide open, drops of venom dripping from their ferocious fangs, whizzing past in mid-air like a group of colorful poisonous clouds.

The soldiers controlled by Nelson in the battle group under their feet threw their weapons, but they were all blocked by the snakes who were not afraid of death.

Standing behind the throne, Nelson poked his head out to look at the flying Tom. The mayfly's harassment was almost meaningless to him. Simple magic lasers were difficult to kill snakes on a large scale, and he had no time to control the mayfly to launch a more powerful combo. magic.

I saw him raising his wand and thrusting it into the tall chair back. As Tom got closer, he saw the pointer-shaped chair back rapidly shrinking in proportion with the sound of gears snapping together. Nelson, who was hiding behind, was quickly exposed. out.

The red light on the tip of his staff had reached its peak, and as he swung his arms in the air, a crescent-shaped red arc shot out in front of him, and all the poisonous snakes touched by the arc exploded on the spot.

Seeing that Nelson lost the protection of the throne, and the arc was approaching, Tom's eyes showed a trace of panic, for fear that he would kill Nelson by mistake.

The pointer continued to shrink, and there was only one meter left. It looked like it had been dismantled from the dial of a big clock. Under the watchful eyes of Tom and all the audience, Nelson reached into the root of the pointer and pulled it out. !
The shrunken back of the chair is more like a pointer, and the patterns on it are becoming more and more exquisite, but when it is held upside down by Nelson, people can see that it is actually a pointer-shaped chair surrounded by various gears. sword.

I saw Nelson swinging the pointer upwards, the tip of the sword just touched the red arc shot by Tom, Tom shook his head, everything touched by this magic will explode by itself, and the power of the explosion is related to the mass of that thing...

Thinking that the sword seemed to be made of a heavy chair back, Tom closed his eyes in despair. Although he knew that Nelson would definitely survive the explosion, and that Miss Joy's superb medical skills could restore him to his original state, he still Difficult to face the scene where Nelson is blown bloody.

The audience did not close their eyes. Although they were equally nervous, they were more curious about what would happen next.

Holding his breath, he stared at the water screen without blinking.

The imaginary explosion sound did not come, Tom opened his eyes, and saw that Nelson held the sword against the arc light, bursting sparks splashed at the junction of the arc light and the blade, and the needle point pointed at the wheatgrass!
The camera zoomed in, and the audience suddenly discovered that the sword looked smooth and flat, but it was actually made up of small parts biting and splicing together. The parts at the tip of the sword fell off piece by piece under Nelson's control, and transformed into a A concave mirror-shaped shield with a smooth surface, the arc light is only connected to the shield that is separated from the sword body. Although each small shield will explode on the spot after less than a second, its concave mirror can change the direction of the arc light little by little.

Finally, after losing an unknown number of small parts, the direction of the arc light was completely changed, it slashed across the blade, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds.

The audience finally sucked back the oxygen they lacked due to suffocation, and the air in the auditorium suddenly became thinner. They looked at Nelson, who pointed his sword at Tom in the air, and looked at each other.

The wizards imagined all kinds of solutions Nelson could have to deal with the arc, but they didn't expect him to pull out a sword.

"It's so unmagical!" exclaimed a Beauxbatons student.

"No, Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts, used to have a sword."

Hagrid, who was sitting behind him, explained sternly and far-fetchedly.

(End of this chapter)