My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 294 This is my escape route!

Nelson and the armor followed Dumbledore to a locked door. Along the way, Dumbledore was telling Nelson the story of Peeves.

First-year Nelson and Alphard once came here during their night tour. At that time, there was a dusty lock on the dilapidated wooden door, and they couldn't do anything about it no matter how hard they tried.

Now it was opened, dangling from the doorknob, hitting the doorknob from time to time to make a crisp sound.

"It looks like you've been here before?" Dumbledore said briskly, "I remember it was written in the school rules that this area cannot be approached... Sure enough, every student at Hogwarts has violated the school rules. "

"I'm not, I haven't." Nelson categorically denied, at least he had to put on a show in front of the principal, and he couldn't get carried away. "I'm just a little curious."

"There are so many things in this world that make us curious," Dumbledore blinked, pulled out his wand and pointed to the doorknob, and said softly, "Get your wand ready, be careful, there may be a hard fight, the opponent is a ghost, I Need your Lost Fog."

"Is it Peeves?" Nelson asked curiously, "Isn't it just doing pranks?"

"That's not necessarily the case. At least there are traces of the wizard's hostility. Unwarranted hostility will only make us defenseless." Dumbledore shook his head, and with the help of the unlocking spell, the old wooden door creaked open , the hinge of the door shaft was rusted, and the harsh noise echoed in the empty corridor. Dumbledore turned his head, looked at the armor, and ordered, "You protect him."

"Okay! Albus!"

The armor has no face, but Nelson clearly saw the joyful expression on its "face". When the holy and eye-catching golden light lit up on his chest, he suddenly had an ominous premonition, and waved his hands again and again, "Professor, I do not need."

"No! You need it!" The armor's voice with a round voice and righteous words echoed in the corridor, piercing Nelson's tympanic membrane like a brain devil's voice, and it said excitedly, "Good brother! How long have we not been side by side? The battle is over! Come on! Let us execute the evil!"

"How I wish I had never fought side by side with you..." Nelson closed his mouth bitterly. He didn't know if the evil would be executed, but he knew that his face would be executed soon.

"Oh?" Hearing the passionate music suddenly sounding beside him, Dumbledore stopped after entering the door, turned his head, and stared at Nelson covered in golden light with interest.

"Let's shout out that sentence together!" Armor's voice was full of passion.

Nelson has closed his eyes and closed his five senses as much as possible, hoping to get through this painful experience that is about to happen. He deeply understands a truth-anything that you dare to say when you are alone must never be when there are people around Said.

"Why don't you talk? Are you lacking energy?" The armor that has turned into light asked in confusion, "Let me do it for you!"

"Come on, Hansen!"

The amplified sound of the armor went straight into the sky, almost breaking the roof of Hogwarts Castle.

A set of quaint, shiny silver and waxed full-body plate armor appeared on Nelson's body. Elf-like flashing runes shone around the armor, making Nelson shrouded in a dense halo. Horizontally, he raised the wand in his hand to the top of his head, drew a perfect arc on his side, and then swung it downward vigorously, and a pointer rapier covered with gears appeared in his hand.

Nelson could clearly feel that the armor was getting excited. It manipulated its arm to hold a sword flower that was a hundred times more beautiful than the quick action it had made before, and stood in front of Dumbledore with its chest up. It didn't even know where it came from. He got a green Slytherin cloak, hung it around his neck, and used magic to create a breeze to make the cloak flutter.

"It looks okay," Nelson couldn't help thinking in his heart, "If this armor is a mute, or if I'm not in the armor, it would be great..."

"Hey!" Dumbledore was taken aback, clapping his hands in praise, "Really handsome! Knights of the Round Table are nothing more than that."

"Thank you for your compliment." Nelson's muffled voice came out of the can, like a 50-[-]-year-old man, but Dumbledore didn't know that Nelson in the armor was having a dangerous conversation with the armor.

("Do you have an increase in magic?"

"You still think about magic when you have me? But there is a little bit."

"Is there a Forgetting Curse?"

"Of course, how can such a small magic like the Oblivion Curse break my defense?"

"...")
"Let's go, Professor."

Nelson clanged up to Dumbledore and walked through the door first.

Dumbledore shrugged and followed.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard a "clang" coming from the front, and then hit Nelson's hard back armor, and was pushed out by Nelson who had withdrawn.

"What's the matter, Nelson?" Dumbledore rubbed his knees and took a breath, "I feel like you might have knocked the map on my lap flat."

"Sorry, Professor, but you might as well see for yourself."

Nelson took a step back, protecting the unprotected Dumbledore and looking into the corridor behind the door.

I saw countless sharp daggers floating in the corridor behind the door, guarding the bell jar in the center, and their knives pointed straight at the wooden door. It is conceivable that whenever someone walks behind the door, they will be in a blink of an eye. In a short time, he was tied into a hedgehog—of course, the sharpness of the dagger allows it to penetrate the human body without hindrance. Perhaps what is left in the end is not a hedgehog, but a shapeless sponge.

Dumbledore just poked his head, and three daggers flew towards him with lightning speed. Nelson subconsciously raised his hand to resist, and the daggers hit the armor. These daggers, which could cut off the desk at will, could not break through it. The defense only left behind three white marks that quickly disappeared.

But Nelson seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer. Even though he was cushioned by the armor, his arms were still numb from the shock, and his head was still buzzing.

"Peeves, I'm here to negotiate terms." Nelson shouted into the door.

Three daggers responded to him.

Nelson was a little angry, but he still said patiently, "Now the principal and administrator have changed, you don't have to do this!"

He chattered a lot, but the people inside seemed to be unable to understand human words, and they just threw daggers out. Nelson became angry, and it was beyond the scope of pranks. Guys also become unreasonable.

"This doesn't seem like a prank." Nelson shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "Professor, are you sure this is Peeves, not some treasure spot?"

"No, the trap that ambushed Peeves back then is here. Look at those ballistas and throwing axes, they should be controlled by Peeves now."

"Are you sure you want to use this place as the venue for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I think we should be able to handle the Peeves thing."

"What nonsense? Just rush in and have a look?"

The irritable armored brother didn't give Nelson a chance to object. He picked up his long sword and bent his knees slightly. Nelson just had time to take a deep breath, and shot out the door like a shell that escaped from his chest!

The reaction of the daggers is not insignificant. The daggers near the wooden door followed Nelson's silver figure that was too fast to see clearly, and shot out like a gust of wind. Some daggers even predicted where he would slow down in front of the opposite wall. .

But neither Nelson nor Peeves expected that the armor had no intention of slowing down at all. It controlled the balance in the air, but instead continued to accelerate and hit the opposite stone wall.

Nelson closed his eyes, a move worth at least a concussion, hoping Dumbledore didn't look like dumpling when he poured himself out.

But the expected collision did not happen. The armor actually changed its posture in the air, stepped on the opposite wall with two legs, bent its knees to the limit, squatted down, leaned back to avoid the flying dagger, and adjusted the rest of the dagger. Before the angle, use your legs hard, and launch to the wall on the other side again.

A silver lightning bolt jumped in the dusty corridor, almost breaking through the limits of human imagination for the word sensitivity. Nelson in the armor felt his heart beating faster and his blood boiling. This is the instinct of human beings when encountering stimuli In response, the armor's "Yes, that's it, just close your eyes, and leave the rest to me" from the armor also became extremely harsh. His arms exerted force and regained control of his body. He stabbed deeply into the wall, hung himself on the wall, turned his head to look at the stone wall that was almost collapsed by the foot just now, held the long sword tightly in his right hand, and pointed directly at the bell jar.

The silver visor opened, revealing a strand of blond hair. Nelson's eyes were full of excitement. It had been a long time since he felt the thrill of jumping in every cell.

"Maybe I'm a fighter at heart."

Nelson was thinking wildly, he had already penetrated into the knife array, and was being firmly locked by the daggers in all directions. He had the same thought as the armor, but at the beginning of the idea, his legs and feet were synchronized, and he left the string.

Nelson switched to holding a sword in both hands and charged forward. Dumbledore, who had not had time to enter the door, rubbed his eyes. The silver figure in his eyes was like a soaring falcon. It seemed that only the ceiling was his limit.

Nelson no longer dodged, but rushed forward facing the flying daggers. Even so, the daggers from behind and sides still couldn't even see his exhaust.

The long sword that was held high was shining with dazzling golden light, and there was the sound of clockwork gears in a trance. When he raised the long sword to the top of his head, the surrounding gears suddenly spread out, and the blade split into countless pieces. fragments, but they all slashed down violently with Nelson's sword swing, and there was a violent rainstorm engulfed in a whirlwind of sharp blades in the corridor. The attack rushed towards the bell jar.

Behind Nelson, a rain of golden swords fell, and the twisted and deformed daggers fell to the ground powerlessly like dumplings.

"Good brother, watch me next!" the armor roared excitedly, and Nelson's ears inside were about to be deafened.

Standing in front of the bell jar is a row of dangling axes that, if Nelson were in the world of Tomb Raider, he might have to do a back and forth rhythmic gymnastics move to dodge them.

But the armor's combat style perfectly interprets what is called violent aesthetics. Even though it is a pair of armor made by wizards and specially worn by wizards, it doesn't know what "dodge" is at all, and Nelson's magic power is mobilized. Condensed on the surface of the armor, facing the heavy guillotine passing by, it can use every hard part of its body to push them away and change the direction of the flying axe. You can even use the remaining hilt in your hand to delay the ax blade for a while, and make a fist with your other hand to smash the blocked ax through!

The cumbersome ballista can't pose a threat to the two of them. Even with magic power, it is just a cumbersome plaything.

Nelson quickly came to the front of the bell jar, and the fragments of the blade flying up behind him finally caught up with him, piece by piece on the hilt of the sword, and those gears also controlled the dagger in the corridor to fly around him. .

Nelson bent down and tapped the bell jar in front of him with his metal knuckles, but the armor suddenly made him straighten up.

A poisonous arrow glowing purple shot out from the air hole of the bell jar, and flew past Nelson's neck. The dagger that was rubbed behind him became black and brittle, and fell powerlessly.

Nelson was really annoyed, he held the long sword backwards, and the blade turned into a rifle with a "click" sound. Nelson raised the rifle, pressed it against the air hole of the bell jar, and kept pulling the bolt, He fired several shots.

"The bald lion is cold arrows, right? Cold weapons, right?"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

After seven shots, a crack broke through the bell jar.

Dumbledore, who followed closely, raised his eyebrows. This was a good item purchased by the school back then. Isn't that sword just a strong sword?
"Well, Peeves, we've come to negotiate terms."

"About terms?" Nelson heard Peeves' voice for the first time, a sharp, meandering voice that seemed to be laughing all the time, "A big softie wearing a turtle shell, and a crybaby looking for a boyfriend, Peeves has nothing to talk to you about!"

Nelson felt a chill coming from behind, he turned around in horror, only to see the expressionless Dumbledore raised his wand, the armor rolled Nelson on the spot, and a thunderbolt suddenly struck the bell jar, The bell jar was blown away by the explosion and hit the wall. The two deformed together, and the bell jar bounced back and forth in the corridor.

"Peeves, I am the current headmaster of Hogwarts, you pose a threat to the safety of the students," Dumbledore said, his face so smelly, "Either stop your behavior, accept the supervision of the school, or leave Hogwarts, never come back."

"Well, Peeves thinks the students might not think so, but Peeves can't beat you, so Peeves thinks you have the final say."

Peeves squeezed the milky white head out of the air hole of the bell jar flying in the air, and stared at Dumbledore with a smile. Suddenly, the bell jar hit the other wall, crushing its head flat, but It pulled out suddenly and got into the wall.

"Hahaha, crybaby, this is Peeves' escape route!"

Dumbledore stared blankly at the place where it disappeared, and took a deep breath.

Nelson shrugged, and a big hand made of lost mist emerged from the wall grabbing the limp Peeves. Immediately afterwards, the hand made of lost mist was waving on the walls of the entire corridor.

Nelson approached the wall and walked into the fog. Behind him, the screaming and cursing Peeves was also dragged into the illusion. The spirit body would almost lose all its strength in the face of this fog.

"Professor, I'm afraid you'll kill it." Nelson's voice came from the fog.

"I understand," Dumbledore said softly, "I'll wait for you in my office, sorry, as a professor, I lost my composure in front of the students."

"I understand, professor, after all, I have lost my composure in front of you before."

Nelson's voice became smaller and smaller, until the door of fog closed behind him into a small vortex, and those big pale hands with flailing teeth and claws also turned into mist and merged into the vortex.

Dumbledore pursed his lips, looked at the big hands that were so ferocious that he could tell they were not serious magic at a glance, frowned, he stretched out his hand, the last wisp of mist was cut off by him, and condensed on the tip of his staff.

"It's really you, Albus," a strange voice sounded behind Dumbledore, he turned his head, and Sigmund, who was shaking his head, was standing outside the wooden door, "I thought this was about a knight fighting Wonderful performance, but I didn't expect there to be such an after-dinner entertainment show, where even my own students' things have to be inserted, after so many years, you are still so... tsk tsk, so indescribable."

(End of this chapter)