My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 468 Scene [-]: Hitting the Corner
Dumbledore noticed the movement on the edge of the battlefield from the corner of his eye, and his pupils dilated suddenly, but the position he represented did not allow him to return to aid, and even in front of two students who he was very familiar with, he could not show his respect for Green. Devore's concern.

But this fleeting hesitation is enough for Tom. This guy who has been different since he was a child has a keen sense of smell like a beast, and even made him able to control his magic power at will when he was in the orphanage, and he could do many things. What Hogwarts students in the lower grades can't do, his attention is always locked on Dumbledore, even if Nelson falls, he will not disrupt his plan by accident.

The magic confrontation of two traditional mages who are more like wizards has a stronger visual impact. The fiery fire and the tough water prison, the sinister curse and the soft resistance, and the elements of mutual generation and restraint come from two ordinary stick tips It was created, as clear as wildfire and rain, and the two were separated on the top of the two walls, fighting gracefully like western gunmen, but Dumbledore's attention was attracted by Grindelwald's stabbing , and the flaws also appeared in front of Tom.

There was no emotion on Tom's expressionless face, and he was so calm that some cold light shot out from his eyes. The magic power of analyzing opponents flowed in the scarlet pupils, like two ouroboros connected end to end. His wand and his right hand were shrouded in green light, and a small green snake squeezed out between his fingers, spitting out a message, and slowly hid in the torrent of spells and approached Dumbledore.

"Tom, did you still learn that magic?"

Dumbledore quickly woke up from distraction, his brows were furrowed, and the pain from his fingertips instantly paralyzed his control over the hand holding the stick, but he had no time to stop, and the uncontrolled water prison burst from the tip of the stick. Gushing out, the torrent that was many times stronger than before swallowed Tom in an instant. The water prison was frantically absorbing the rainwater accumulated on the barrier, expanding uncontrollably to the surroundings, spreading among the Voldebats that crowded the sky, overwhelming it His body was submerged in an instant, and the water dungeon soon spread to such an extent that even the dome of the hiding place could not accommodate it. The barrier set up by Nelson under his feet was in danger. Under the heavy pressure, the mayflies hidden in the light revealed their true faces , it is still expanding in all directions, and has jumped to the top of the main venue, crushing the barrier between the hidden place and Paris, under the strong water pressure, the barrier that was hit by the aftermath of the battle between Nelson and Grindelwald The upper gap keeps widening.

Dumbledore's magical power and proficiency far exceeded Tom's imagination. Most of his experience was spent on controlling his own magic. Tan Gu finally understood why many people said that if Dumbledore degenerated into a Dark wizard, no one will be able to stop him again.

But Tom, who was hidden by the water prison, showed his expression for the first time in the battle-he smiled, which is exactly what he wanted to see, Dumbledore gained incomparably powerful power because of the love he firmly believed in, but he The weaknesses are thus equally obvious.

The wizards walking in the World Expo Garden noticed the abnormal movement above their heads. When they raised their heads, their vision was filled with the sea and sky-like blue and brilliant silver. Just when they thought it was some kind of program of the World Expo, the strange colors suddenly disappeared, as if Nothing happened.

Dumbledore lowered his head, and a circle of emerald green marks slowly emerged on the end of the little finger of his right hand. This is a curse from the oldest age of wizards. The name—Herb the Despicable—was erased from history. Dumbledore resisted the discomfort of the magic power being pulled away, and passed the wand to his left hand. The silver magic power from the Patronus immediately covered his little finger. He looked at the Tom, standing motionless in the torrential flood, did not continue to attack, and did not immediately recover from his injuries after using the patron saint to control the curse. Instead, he cast spells with his left hand more urgently, trying to eliminate the water prison that had escaped control.

"Tom, learn this magic, and your emotions will be manipulated by it."

While Dumbledore was shrinking the water dungeon, he still had time to continue teaching Tom. He no longer intended to regard this battle as a practice at the beginning. Because of the black magic that Tom mixed with the spell, he showed a scowl for the first time. "Do you think it has any impact on this battle? Black magic is a choice that can only be made in extreme circumstances. Tell me, is there any difference between the disarming spell?"

"Professor, next semester I will find you in confinement." Tom bowed slightly, and his loud voice came from the opposite wall, "but it did affect the battle situation. I know you as you know me, and you will definitely Someone who chooses not to let his magic reach Genduo, doesn't he?"

Even though he was in the water prison where no spells could penetrate, Tom still had a calm face. He smiled and apologized to Dumbledore, but his attitude of "I will not change" was still full of stubbornness. He even put down his wand, Appreciating the sight of Dumbledore controlling his magic, "If it were me, I might pursue the victory, but you won't. This is something I may never be able to do in my life."

"Don't add any more unnecessary sacrifices," Dumbledore sighed, and the water dungeon that filled the sky was slowly absorbed by his wand. "I absolutely support you, but I don't approve of this method."

"Professor, there is no perfect person in this world, and there is no perfect plot and ending." Tom was trying to use the protagonist's privileges to defeat a powerful enemy, "Even if you are so perfect, you always become a half-assed at the most critical moment. From what you said about muggles, it seems to me that how could a fair saint like you stop it at the last minute? Even if you have seen the future that Gnar brings, you still have to choose to be a half-assed ?”

Tom had no awe, he frantically used his mouth to output. Unlike Nelson's slogan, this time the output seemed to really have an effect. Dumbledore stopped talking, pretending that his energy was occupied by the water prison, and concentrated on unblocking the water prison. In the water prison, he spit out a sentence when he arrived: "That is not a good future."

"But it will happen, people like you should make it better, not stop it," Tom stuffed his wand back into the sleeve, seeing Dumbledore's appearance, the water prison may have to last for a while, " Professor, why are you more superstitious than me?"

Nelson and Grindelwald in the distance have been maintaining backstabbing and backstabbing movements, looking at the battlefield where Dumbledore and Tom are at the same time, showing the same shocking expressions, as if they were carved from a mold. from.

"Oh...that's really good," Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "Albus has really hidden his hand, his style is really the same as before, if he can't figure it out, he quits the battlefield."

"Professor Dumbledore's magic will become extremely powerful when he guards it," Nelson said softly, "he is a noble man."

"You are different, you despicable kidney shooter." Grindelwald was skewered by Nelson like a potato on a skewer, but no blood flowed from the wound pierced by the long sword. He looked away from the water prison , looking into Nelson's eyes, said with a smile, "It's too despicable to engage in a sneak attack."

"As long as you can win, let alone sneak attack—"

Even if he succeeded with one blow, Nelson did not relax his vigilance. On the contrary, when he felt the unimpeded touch of the long sword, he became even more nervous. He didn't even dare to take advantage of the victory to pursue him. The ground retreated quickly, he only had time to look at the weapon in his hand from the corner of his eye, only the hilt and half of the blade remained, but the half of the blade was stained with purple flames, like ignited rubber. It lost its solid shape in the flames, dripping like a candle on the high silver wall under its feet.

Nelson was startled. The fragments covering his wand were all stripped from Alexander. These metals had been baked at high temperature in Alexander's core furnace, and all the methods and materials he could think of to improve the strength were used. It can be said that , Even if Nicole Flamel, the world's best alchemist, can't do better, this metal, which can be called the master of wizard alchemy, lost its shape under the fire of Grindelwald. , The seal-carved rune collapsed, falling apart and flying like the most ordinary scraps of paper.

"I have suggested to you more than once, Nelson," Grindelwald turned his head and turned his back to Nelson indifferently. He pinched the blade protruding from his abdomen and pulled it lightly. The sharp tip of the sword appeared in the In his hand, "Take your attention away from those boring things. Even the simplest floating spell, with your talent, if you practice it [-] times, it will be better than these crap things."

As if being forged, the blade gradually melted in his flames, and was kneaded into various shapes like plasticine.

The flames condensed in his palm, and the purple flames erupted ferociously, scorching and distorting the air around his wristband, making crackling and cracking sounds continuously, and it was unknown what was being ignited. Next, the purple became deeper and deeper, and the color of the light and shadow was compressed towards the center of the flame. When it was about to close to a point, the color suddenly disappeared, as if the flame had been extinguished, and the stirring Yang Yan also fell silent. Only the mass of flowing metal remained. Showing its unparalleled temperature.

But Nelson, who was standing opposite him, didn't dare to think so. In his eyes, Grindelwald's palm was surging with a magic power that he could not predict or predict. It was stable and peaceful, like a The unopened Christmas ball, anything close to it will be instantly reduced to ashes, and the ashes will be dissipated in the burning, and there will be no corpse left. Dumbledore turned his head in the distance, his eyes were full of fear, Tom, standing opposite him, hummed happily in the water dungeon.

"What about your Transfiguration? Can you only turn into a harmless pet to escape? Don't you have confidence in it?"

In the flame in Grindelwald's hands, the tip of Nelson's proud sword is constantly deforming, but this is not deformation, but a more powerful force is used to force it to change. Under the shape of the transparent flame, it is exactly the same as before. The tip of the sword slowly took shape. He waved his wand lightly, and the tip of the sword was thrown violently while spinning, just like throwing a wooden stick at random, with no initial velocity and no accurate parabola.

Nelson's hairs stood on end, as if he was stared at by a giant dragon naked. Although he had distanced himself from Grindelwald, this sense of crisis became stronger, and a future covered in blood emerged before his eyes. The only thing left in his heart was the instinct to escape. Nelson's figure disappeared in an instant, and he didn't even notice.

"Whoosh!"

Watching the point of the sword that was still some distance away suddenly appear at the position where Nelson had just stood, tearing his afterimage to pieces, the point of the sword seemed to be able to ignore distance and time, making an apparition similar to that of Grindelwald. Shape, it only stayed in place for a moment, and then quickly appeared behind Nelson again, still with that kind of soft strength, it once again tore Nelson's figure to pieces.

Grindelwald even put away his wand, stood there with his arms folded, watching Nelson being chased by his own weapon and fleeing everywhere, and taunted: "Why don't you hide in the illusion? Why don't you use your juggling It’s time to do the trick again? Could it be that you haven’t studied it yet? What’s the use of running away? If I were you, I’d rather be stabbed to death by a sword... Hehe, sword? Wizards use swords, it’s so funny. No face As for fire, you will be afraid of fire all your life, I heard others say that you can only use the lighter I left at brother Albus's place to start a fire, are you so afraid?"

Tom in the water prison heard Grindelwald's humiliation, and the wand slipped from the sleeve to his hand again. He understood Nelson's danger at the moment, and the short fight with Grindelwald made him understand that it was different from Dumbledore who was always afraid of them being seriously injured , and even be bound by a seemingly ridiculous reason, Grindelwald will really fight, but he is not willing to help, just like Nelson is unwilling to hide in the illusion, just like Grindelwald said, he Fire must be faced.

Nelson was speeding through the sky above the hiding place. His speed was even as fast as Grindelwald's, but escaping was not a long-term solution. He was not affected by Grindelwald's trash talk. His mood was the opposite of his actions, and he was extremely calm. He tried to use magic power to call his own weapons again, but they were always restrained by a stronger magic power. Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind.

But with this half-second delay, the blade had already caught up with him.

Nelson turned around, the half of the long sword in his hand drew a small arc in the air, and he lifted it above his head. Beside him, Dumbledore's water prison was pulled by his magic power, and a stream of flowing water Attached to the sword after silky deformation, like a general commanding an army, he forcefully lowered the banner in his hand, and Dumbledore's water dungeon was pulled by this stream of water, and a turbulent wave was forcibly torn out. In the mid-air, a huge building boat that was pulled out of the water prison fell from the sky, its tough ramming horn ruthlessly collided with the blade of the sword, and strong steam was released under the high temperature.

Perhaps Transfiguration and the ocean are the home field of Weltening. When Nelson blends into the water, no matter how sharp his chops are, no matter how hot the temperature is, what is it to water?

"You finally let me not be so disappointed."

Grindelwald removed the hand covering his waist and raised his wand. The real fight between the "master and apprentice" really made Tom and Dumbledore incomprehensible.

Dumbledore was the first to discover that something was wrong. Isn't this building ship exactly Nelson's Rain?The direction of the collision angle was the already riddled barrier separating Paris from the hideout. Voldebat's body was fragile and shattered. Open its scarred wings.

(End of this chapter)