My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 496 The Awakening of Ouroboros
"You are the god, yes, the omniscient god, the omnipotent god!"

In the barren cemetery, the phosphorous fire made the surrounding night pale, and the dark green flames burned in the surrounding bushes. The scorching air scorched the swampy place into a cracked white ground, and even the buried deep underground The seeds were all roasted, exuding a scorched smell mixed with the smell of grain.

The villages in the distance were only ruined walls, and from time to time there were cries and cries coming from the night, mixed with shouts of "He is coming" that were swept away by fear, but as the night became thicker, the nearby The flames extinguished and then lit up in the distance, and those noises in the night were covered by the crackling of the flames, and could no longer be heard.

He lowered his head and saw a man in silver armor lying at his feet. This is the last rebel in the valley called "Godrick". Pity this ignorant wizard, who has the power of magic and can't help himself. I know, I only know how to charge with a sword, what is the difference from those stupid mortals?Even compared to those ignorant ordinary people, the behavior of squandering one's talent is even more disgusting. Where did such a reckless man get the courage to chase after him from Greece to "crusade" himself?
"It's really hard for me lying at your feet to see your face that goes deep into the clouds, and see your majesty standing upright, but I can see, I can see the mud stained under your feet when you trekked from the swamp, and I can see The hem of your gorgeous robe was scratched by the thorns along the way, stained with dead branches and leaves."

The man was lying at his feet, the sword in his hand had already become decayed and decayed, rusted iron pieces scattered all over the ground, and the originally bright and bright armor was already in tatters like dead bark, his arms were twisted strangely, The dark red blood stained the dry and cracked ground under his feet into a swollen swamp, but the arm that was bent so badly was still crawling with the last bit of strength towards the ancient dragon leather boot. near.

A skinny, mummy-like hand stretched out from the darkness of nothingness, and pressed firmly on the back of his hand. The pain from the wound made him convulse uncontrollably, and the blood spread faster Now, behind that withered hand, a tattered black robe is blending with the night, fluttering frantically in the darkness, behind it, from the tombs full of tombstones, one by one are covered by black robes The monsters broke out of the ground, their faces were covered by tattered hoods, or maybe they didn't have appearances, something that only belonged to creatures.

What emanated from that black-robed monster was not only the stench of decay, but also the cold enough to freeze time, and the hunger for life and the greed of a hunter of souls.

"The statues of the gods will fall, even himself will be lost in time, his palace will become a paradise for grave robbers, his kingdom will only be a flash in the pan in the history books, and everything he pursues will crash in despair collapsed, no different from those trampled underfoot," the man in the armor was sucked away by the monsters surrounding him, and his voice became breathless, but in the weak voice, The power of faith is strong enough to pierce the eardrums, "My mistress asked me to bring you a sentence, sinner, she has foreseen your failure, you will fail! Even if you make a comeback, you can only taste the endlessness of lingering Humiliation! Despicable Hai Erbo, how can there be a despicable god in this world!"

It was so silent that not even the crackle of flames could be heard.

"Do you think that your power will allow you to have everything? Do you think that the disgusting monster you created with the corpses of my people, my comrades in arms, and my ancestors can take my heart? You are wrong, you don't even have my heart. Life cannot be taken away."

The foul-smelling monster stretched its hand to the hood, and with the other to the man's chin, it looked like it was about to kiss him.

It's just that the man's head was just a little off the ground, and the monster put him down. There was no vitality in his body, and even his soul collapsed and dissipated in an instant. As he said, he understood himself, let the man standing beside him The former "God" even lost the power to take his life.

The monster pulled up its hood, and cast its greedy eyes on the only person standing in this cemetery. That was the only life it could smell joy, anger, sorrow and joy. The stones have made no difference.

How boring.

Dazzling flames rose from the fallen man, lighting up the pool of blood around him, calm and peaceful like a mirror, and even this blood color can add a touch of bewitching red and milky white to the reflected things. The magic power escaped from the gap in the armor, and was sucked into the robe by some kind of unfeelable gravitational force.

Lowering his head, a handsome young face emerged from the blood. His green hair and eyes showed a strange black color in the scarlet pool of blood, as if the long night around him was endless and endless.

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

Noisy crows came from mid-air. Facing the scorched earth that stretched for hundreds of miles, this carrion bird had been hungry for a whole week. Seeing a corpse that had not been burned completely, it couldn't stand it any longer. It flapped its wings and swooped towards the ground. The moment it landed on the armor, a thin tongue of flame drilled out from the gap in the steel and wrapped around its decaying black tail feathers. In the blink of an eye, its figure had disappeared. , replaced by a fleeting flame.

"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

The crow's ashes were swallowed by the dormant blood basin in the dark, and then, a pair of huge orange-brown pupils made a sound similar to the cry of a crow.

"Clap--"

How can a mortal corpse resist the flames that destroy the world?The armor quickly became empty, leaving only a void of powder, which was the last trace of a person left in the world, an ashes that no flame could destroy. Under the breeze, the powder scattered from the cavity of the armor, Scattered in the pool of blood, disturbing that incomparably strange face.

He raised his hand and caressed his cheek, just like the wizard Narcissus who accidentally swallowed the self-made love potion many years ago, but compared to the beautiful scene of him in the pool, the lonely self-admiration in the pool of blood now It looked even more creepy and terrifying. The slender fingers slowly slid across the cheeks. The small and soft features and the fragile skin all made people feel fascinated. From the plump muscles and fresh skin, I felt the long-lost Young, that is something that has been dreamed of for many years.

It's just that this kind of beauty will still be defeated by time and death. In order to maintain it, you can do anything.

"Pythia, did you really foresee my failure?"

The person stroking his cheek made a sound for the first time. The assassin's attack just now did not shake him from his duty, but the "mistress" that the man said aroused his memory.

"You shouldn't have forgotten, right? After 2000, my power will wake up from the land you cut off again, and that cruel massacre will become a magnificent declaration of my re-emergence, even if it is really like you What's the point of failing like that? My opponent has never been a fool in this land," he stretched out his wand, pointing to the village with the last lights on, "you should regret making such a prophecy when we were all young Right? Just like I regret so much, I shouldn’t take what you said as a standard from the beginning to the end, and now we are all trapped in fate, you say yes, my... no matter what time it is, As long as the wizard is still ambitious and yearning for power, I will still be alive, but you can only live in the distorted time brought by those hallucinogenic smoke."

The wind stirred up ripples, and the faces in the water disappeared, only those green pupils were still reflected in the water, as if they were still watching after thousands of years,

……

"Hey buddy, are you all right?"

The piercing pain of being bitten by termites came from Nelson's little finger. His eyes widened suddenly, and his chest heaved violently. When he opened his eyes, he saw a whole piece of shiny silver-white breastplate, with blond hair and blue face... His own face was reflected from the not-so-flat mirror of the breastplate. He raised his hand and stroked his cheek, as usual.

But the pain coming from the little finger did not seem to be fake. He raised his hand, and the trace of ouroboros that had long disappeared at the little finger reappeared on this ordinary night. The dead man—— Hai Erbo—his sleeping magic power was awakened again, and Nelson took out a ring with similar shape and traces from his pocket, and it was already put on his little finger consciously without wearing it.

"This is..." Nelson raised his head, and the armor in front of him was questioning from his chest, "Could it be the ring you wore when you called me in Europe?"

It was only then that Nelson noticed the armor that woke him up, and he walked to the door of Dumbledore's office unknowingly. The armor that had fought side by side with him was still diligently watching Hogwarts at night. His arm armor and gauntlets went to nowhere, and he was twisting his body to greet himself at the moment.

His eyes flicked over the details of the armor that he had never paid attention to. The more he observed, the more strangely familiar he felt. The unique system and the lingering smell of gunpowder made Nelson instantly connect his "good brother" with the armor he just saw.

"Have you...have you ever fought side by side with Merlin?" Nelson asked softly.

"Yeah, you don't believe it now, do you?" The visor opened and closed, as if expressing its determination, "I didn't blow it with you, it was even earlier! When I was all-powerful, The old boy Merlin hasn't been born yet!"

"is it?"

Nelson nodded, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had already kicked Haierbo's broken soul into the "door" of the illusion. Go, except for the dissipated majority of the powerful magic power remaining in the destroyed Horcruxes, he stored the rest in a similar principle to Peeves. Composed of black magic, there is really no way to use it, it can only be used as the last resort to die with some powerful wizards, but at this moment these magic powers that will never be used suddenly stir up.

Nelson sighed, knowing it in his heart. Sure enough, the Horcrux located in Nurmengard's Misty Illusion fell into the hands of Grindelwald, and this dark wizard whose talent for black magic is not weaker than Haierpo finally mastered it. This magic power tries to awaken the powerful black magic that has been hidden for more than 2000 years.

What I saw was the ancient memory brought out by the magic power.

"Helbo...you are all wrong, you won't wake up again, your grand massacre has already been refunded by me, haha," Nelson clenched the little finger of his left hand with his right hand. , the sound of falcons sounded, and the restless magic power seemed to be closed, and he had to be quiet. He chuckled and murmured, "If you run to study Haierbo's magic and become the next Haierbo, then It couldn't be better."

"What's the next Haierbo? What are you talking about?" If the armor had five senses, it must be a stunned expression at this moment, "Do you want to be the next Haierbo?"

"How come, good brother," Nelson patted his shoulder armor and said, "I mean, if there is another Haierbo, it would be a good solution, and you know that I may not be able to beat the world Anyone, but no matter what, I can hang him up and beat him."

"Stop those terrible fantasies of yours," said the armor with lingering fear, "or I'll ask Albus to lock you up in Azkaban right away... Speaking of which, you should be running outside in the middle of the night." Go to confinement first, you bad boy."

"Then you really miscalculated," Nelson shrugged, and said, "I just came out of the confinement classroom. Professor Rahman is too good at chatting. Oh, by the way, where is your arm? Was it given to you by some disobedient freshman?" Has it been dismantled? Do you need me to find it for you?"

"My arm? No," the head of the armor turned to Nelson's back. Nelson followed its gaze and saw a pair of armor floating in the air, hugging Alphard who was soundly asleep, "When you passed by here just now Almost fell asleep while walking, and your little friend was almost thrown to the ground by you, tsk tsk, in the middle of the night, with an unconscious—”

"Stop it, stop it, it's going to be disgusting to say anything else."

Nelson still pressed his little finger with his hand, made an awkward gesture of rest, and took Alphard, who was in trouble tonight, with his wand, and flew back with the empty gauntlet, pressing it on the shoulder of the armor.

"The three of us were held up by Professor Rahman for a long chat. We were too sleepy, and Tom... eh? Where's Tom?"

(End of this chapter)