My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 467 Scene [-]: The Sky Falls
"Huh? Why did the rain stop?"

A man with a funny mustache pushed open the door of the cab of the excavator and poked his head out. The front of the machine was full of earth excavated by tourists from the ground. He pushed his glasses with satisfaction. Dorian Weasley's voice came out of his mouth, he stretched himself, and was about to find a place where no one was around and change his face again. He remembered the one who liked to be burned and was deliberately anesthetized repeatedly in his History of Magic class. The medieval witch captured by the melon couldn't help sighing, "I should have learned Transfiguration in school."

The raindrops fell on the pair of glasses he "borrowed" from the Muggle tourists, blocking his vision, and the cloudy scene around him told him that there were few people queuing up here. Dorian was a little thankful, but also a little disappointed, "It's so good For something, their enthusiasm only lasted for such a short while."

He jumped down grabbing the handrail of the upper and lower doors, and almost stepped on the man who was rolling on the ground. Dorian carefully avoided him, took off the glasses from his face, and finally the surrounding scene was completely presented in his eyes In his eyes, his pupils constricted violently, and his expression was filled with horror: "What the hell happened here...?"

The park was devastated, and tourists crowded the entrance of the park. Most of the French faces were sitting in pain. They seemed to have just passed through a catastrophe, and they were still in the panic of the recovery period, holding their foreheads Dorian recognized that kind of look, which is the weakness that animals only show when they are looking for traces of their natural enemies.

"What the hell happened here...?" Dorian repeated the question just now, but no one answered him. The French engineer who was in charge of introducing the machinery to tourists was leaning on the armor of the track, and his expression was the same as that of many people around him. Pale, he rushed to the side of the engineer, held his shoulders, and pushed his eyelids away, "Hey, are you okay? Wake up!"

The engineer raised his eyes and looked at Dorian in bewilderment. His mustache slipped from his lips, revealing the face of the engineer who had met the engineer the day before. The engineer's pupils focused on Dorian's familiar face There was a forced smile on his face: "It's you... sir, our project can only be experienced once."

"Damn it, why do you care about these things at this time? What's wrong here? Did someone attack the Expo Park?"

Dorian shook the engineer's shoulder vigorously, trying to keep him awake, but this rough amateur rescue almost shook the injured man's brains, and when the engineer was about to vomit, he finally pulled up a little strength , holding Dorian's arm, his expression suddenly became very frightened, and he pulled him closer to him with strength that Dorian did not expect, gritted his teeth, and made the smallest sound with the greatest strength: "Run!" , Paris, mixed with demons! Run!"

"Demon?" Dorian immediately understood that the Muggles here were hallucinated by something, and he was eager to find someone to solve this problem, but it seemed that he was the only one with this ability here.

"Sir, I'm not lying to you, if you have the energy, run with more people," the engineer said sharply as he pushed Dorian away, "They came here 17 years ago and destroyed everything about us! Now they must be coming again"

Dorian was pushed back by the engineer's sudden burst of strength, and sat down in the puddle. He looked around blankly, and many recovered Parisians were grabbing the hands of the tourists next to them and spreading "" Anxiety caused by the devil.

"Seventeen years ago...was he a saint?" Dorian murmured with a confused expression, "Didn't it mean that the French memory cancellation office solved all the follow-ups?"

"Run! Run! Run!"

The engineer who just got off the battlefield seems to have returned to the meat grinder full of gunpowder smoke. Ghost figures from unknown are howling and approaching him from all directions. — Human beings are regarded as insects and playthings.

Dorian was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. He was eager to know what happened, and looked around. When he confirmed that no one had noticed him, he raised his arm, blocked the wand with his body, and pressed against the engineer. temple, whispered softly: "Legiliency."

He has never used such a difficult spell, but facing a Muggle, even the most difficult spell will become easier, the success rate only depends on whether the caster's spoken language is standard, he didn't notice, Aberforth, who was wearing a dragon leather jacket, appeared behind him, caught the scattered raindrops with his hands, and sent them into his mouth without hesitation.

"Familiar taste."

With his hands in his pockets, he stood behind Dorian, waiting for the wizard who appeared at the Muggle World Expo.

The milky white mist was pulled out from the engineer's temple, and his soul was forced to go back to that afternoon 17 years ago in the tearing of his memory. Hiding in the attic, he shivered with his favorite train toy as a child. Outside the window is a black veil that stretches its teeth and claws like a giant squid. It expands rapidly as if woven by the goddess of fortune, and gradually fills the streets, blocks the sky, and obscures the sun. The huge Paris can't accommodate its devil's body at all. His window was squeaking under the tremendous pressure from outside, and all his hopes were tied to this thin window. This kind of thing that should not exist in the world will make thousands of people in Paris. Nourishment, feed on their flesh, delight in their fears.

The engineer curled up next to the track armor, holding the non-existent locomotive, and looked up the direction of the window just like 17 years ago. He hoped to see the blue sky, even dark clouds, and even lightning and thunder, but he really didn’t want to See that black monster again.

Looking at the main venue of the World Expo - the colorful tower, the bright colors lifted his spirits. It would be nice if he lowered his head or closed his eyes at this time, in the countless days and nights in the future , the engineer thought regretfully.

The sky, shattered.

Just like that precarious window, the scene 17 years ago coincided with the present at this moment. Behind the colorful tower, the originally endless sky was broken like a landscape painting framed in a mirror. The ferocious dancing black veil squeezed out from its spider web-like cracks, and then, with a wail piercing the bottom of my heart, the black veil that squeezed out of the cracks was cut off neatly, but then, the black blood Gushing out from the neat section, the engineer didn't know if it was blood. This liquid only stayed in the air for a moment, and then exploded with the cut black veil, becoming a ball of continuously twisted blood. The rain, like a scar in the sky, strikes back against the shattered mirror crack.

At a certain moment, he saw a sharp, clean, and silver steel claw, like a gust of wind and thunder, splitting the black veil in two. He didn't get a glimpse of the whole figure of the figure who defeated his nightmare, but only remembered that it was like a starry sky. Dazzling silver, with perfectly sharp feathers, even the most famous sword in the world can't compete with it.

……

"good."

Unlike Dumbledore and Tom's endless attacks between transfiguration and curse, the fight between Nelson and Grindelwald is more dangerous and unpredictable, and unlike ordinary wizards, the figures of the two are tossing and turning in every position of the battlefield Twisting, each time it appears for no more than a moment, often when Grindelwald's figure appears and releases a spell, Nelson's spell has already landed on his foothold, but this attack is also difficult to work, Nelson's magic spell The curse just penetrated Grindelwald's phantom, the illusion that stayed on the retina for a short time.

The silver warrior clenched his fists and made a fatal blow at Grindelwald, but his attack only penetrated the afterimage of Grindelwald, and was hit by a black light that followed, transforming into a puppet The stature stagnated, and in an instant, dense cracks covered its body. With an explosion, this fearless warrior made a seemingly unnecessary sacrifice. Countless parts, large and small, flew in all directions following the explosion. Back to his original appearance.

Grindelwald's compliments came from all directions, and he even had time to applaud. For a while, it seemed that there were more than a dozen Grindelwalds in the sky applauding Nelson together.

"You're like a sponge, and anything that adds weight to you is accepted without reservation."

Grindelwald's eyes showed great rewards. When a dozen applauding figures were pierced by mayflies, spells or swords, fierce counterattacks followed. They were not released at the same time, but his Apparation and spellcasting The speed is as fast as a clone, which makes Nelson, who is fighting and retreating, exhausted. The fatigue makes his perception dull and makes Grindelwald's figure even more elusive.

Compared with him, Nelson's response was not so calm. A dozen beams of light formed an impenetrable net in the air, mercilessly sealing Nelson wrapped in it so that he could not move. All kinds of light bloomed instantly when the net was formed. There was no magic that surpassed the cognition of ordinary wizards, but with Grindelwald's collocation, it burst out more effective killing than those powerful spells.

Quiet, extremely quiet.

The rays of light of various colors merged together and turned into pure white, which was particularly dazzling among the Voldebats covering the sky and the sun. A huge ball of white light bloomed with a dazzling light that surpassed the sun. Its magic power seemed to swallow even sound It made Nelson in it even more dangerous.

Tom didn't care about Nelson's comfort, not only because Dumbledore, who taught him, knew almost all his magic and habits, but also because he had no worries about Nelson's tenacity and firm trust.

The ball of light swelled suddenly, making the sky over Paris instantly white, but before people noticed it, it immediately shrunk, bringing the fishing net hidden in the light, trying to catch the naughty Nelson.

"Den-"

There was a crisp sound like a broken string, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, showing a surprised expression, and saw a cat that was so white that it almost merged with the light ball broke free from the shackles that must be lost, it seemed to be walking In the woods, leisurely stepping on the threads of magic power, when the curse was about to break out, he had already jumped to the other side, abruptly found a way out in the desperate situation, the white cat stretched its limbs , escaped from the shackles, and jumped into the air.

But Nelson didn't have time to celebrate, nor was he in the mood to celebrate. His figure disappeared instantly, appearing in a tricky corner of the battlefield surrounded by Voldebats, holding his wand tightly with both hands, and sending it forward forcefully.

Grindelwald also stood at this tricky angle to observe the battle situation. He turned his head and saw from the corner of his eye that the surface of Nelson's black walnut wand was wrapped by pieces of rapidly converging parts. The moment it really touched Grindelwald, the slender The wand has turned into a sharp pointer sword, stabbing fiercely at the weak point in Grindelwald's back.

Grindelwald waved his wand lightly, preparing to Apparate away, but he was surprised to find that he was unable to perform Apparate. His eyes noticed a few silver gadgets floating in the air, which were the objects he had struck. The fragments left by the shattered warriors, they fell in every direction, and at their own sacrifice they gained Nelson's snare.

Suddenly, the sharp sword penetrated Grindelwald's body.

He turned his neck, turned his head, smiled and looked at Nelson with a dignified expression, "Yes, in order to win, any means should be used. You have taken the first step to become a great man, Nelson. This trick is called kidney hit, eh?"

Nelson seemed to have just been fished out of the water. He didn't know whether he was drenched in rain or sweat. He was panting heavily, and he didn't have the strength to chat with Grindelwald at all.

In his eyes, the complex battlefield is covered by more complex lines, and countless figures stand around the battlefield. This is the position he and Alexander obtained together, and Grindelwald may appear. At this moment, these phantoms are slowly disappearing one by one. , Back to the real Grindelwald in front of him, he combined the prophecy with Alexander's computing power to create this kind of magic that can almost predict the future in battle. Dumbledore achieved great results in the duel with Grindelwald, but now he understands that Grindelwald can be faster and stronger. He is not like those famous dark wizards. There is almost no uncommon magic that can be seen outside the use, but it is this extreme speed that can even make the prophet's vision cloudy.

Fortunately, he has inexhaustible support, as Grindelwald said, he was kidney shot.

Contrary to the calm between the two, the silver falcon in the sky is engaged in a brutal battle with the Voldebat. Its bright shell has become full of scars, but the burning flames in its eyes are expanding more and more hot, and it is extremely powerful The Voldebat also declared its defeat with the remains of severed fingers scattered around. Among the piled up mayfly remains, they seemed to be two beasts from mythology, fighting for their lives.

"Do you believe it? After Voldebat appeared, I didn't stop at all." Grindelwald smiled lightly, "I believe you will become extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. It turns out that the prophet will also be blind."

Nelson didn't speak. He injected the last trace of magic power into the hilt of the sword. Under the urging of the wand, the blade broke through the defense and obstacles, and spun around with difficulty.

(End of this chapter)