My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 594 Rationality and Instinct
"It's great! It's great!"

The silent roar poured directly into the depths of Nelson's consciousness like a brain-piercing magic sound. His body was shaking. Even closing his ears and listening to the brain sealing technique would not help. After the limit, the skill and quality will appear extremely pale, just like when the first submarine was launched hundreds of years ago, its builder never thought of the hull painted with tung oil, the tight seams and the water pressure of several meters below sea level. All unbearable.

Nelson felt like a submarine in the deep sea, no, not even a submarine, facing such a huge magic power, he was like a small sampan being thrown into the water by the waves.

The all-pervasive magic power washed Nelson's thoughts unscrupulously. What is contained in the magic power is the depression and pain that accompanied Barry's childhood growing up to his current appearance. Nelson gritted his teeth. The people on Pate's last side already knew him very well, but now it seems that his understanding of the old headmaster is far from deep enough.

He had to break this passive status quo, otherwise, without waiting to silently destroy this place, his negative emotions would be enough to drive him to dig a hole in place and jump into the water to commit suicide.

Nelson may be the only person alive in this world who has personally killed Momoran, but he has never heard of the saying that Momoran can speak.

Of course, it is not completely talking. The monster silently condensed by magic power does not have organs such as vocal cords, and its destructive chaotic magic power is not enough to support it to form an orderly vocal structure. The maniacal laughter came almost entirely from the explosion sound it made when the thunder collided. Moran seemed to be deliberately allowing the thunder to destroy part of its body structure. Coupled with the crying that Barry brought from childhood, it was like an orchestra, almost using the entire sky as its whistle, sending out a shriek that made the hair stand on end.

In the blink of an eye, Nelson's vision was replaced by darkness. From a distance, it turned out to be a black hole-like mask with a nose against a slightly larger light spot surrounded by fireflies.

Silently dragging its huge and bloated body, it only took a moment to find the person who struck him with lightning. Its eyes were as empty as a broken incandescent lamp, and it couldn't even see Nelson's figure, and his own Compared with the majestic, Nelson is really too small. It let out a piercing smile like sharp claws rubbing steel pipes, and continued to let Nelson chop its body with the thunder and lightning called by the stars.

"My beloved grandfather told me that if I was not a good boy, God would strike me with lightning, but I have been naughty all my life, and I have never enjoyed this kind of massage. All I waited for was his favorite Whip," Ghost's laughter revealed a trace of comfort, "Now I feel it, are you God? Nelson!"

This shout almost shattered Nelson's eardrum, and dizziness and tingling hit his brain almost simultaneously. Nelson's eyes went blank, and he was in a trance for a moment. The bloody mouth of the black mucus has been opened. Originally, there was a trace of a humanoid ghost with its mouth wider than its head. Now there is no human shape left. Nelson has never been damaged or even ashes The unfallen robe was even corroded by the mucus to form a big hole. On the edge of the scorched hole, figures that were deeply trapped in the mud stretched out their abstract arms, struggling to spread in all directions.

The building where Nelson was standing did not form an obstacle to Moran at all. At the moment of contact, it was melted by magic power. The red sand flowed and dripped, and the corroded black steel bars were blown away by the wind.

In just two sentences, Nelson managed to prevent Moran from completing the blockade, but he also struggled under the unexpected sneak attack. Barry is so polite and gentle on weekdays, but he never mentioned his tragic past. He didn't know that curled up in the shadow of his heart was a helpless child who was bitten by memories all day long. He longed for warmth. Grindelwald gave it to him, White gave it to him, and Nelson on the Icarus gave it to him , It's just that this warmth came too late, and it couldn't melt that clay-like hard shell that belonged to a bad wizard.

Under the protection and blockade of this unbreakable hard shell, the child wrapped in memories grows into an out-and-out monster day by day amidst Barry's smile. At this moment, Barry Dippet seems to be happy to see him He was attracted by Nelson who blocked him, but his hunting and killing instincts were ten times stronger?He knew very well that there was only one person in this city who could stop it, and that was exactly what it did, using the most decisive blow to deal with this guy who might delay its feast as soon as possible.

Its jaws—if such twisted things can be called jaws—closed forcefully, and the squirming mouth was full of criss-crossed, shark-like rows of sharp teeth, and the stench of blood filled the mouth , Those sharp teeth even grew a ferocious face and dense fangs, entangled with Nelson like an octopus.

Nelson must break this passive status quo, but how to summon the patron saint who is most suitable for the application scenario at the moment?It is even difficult for him to squeeze out even a little bit of happy memory from his chaotic mind, and the cold magic power cannot be deployed. Using Sykes to restore the stored magic power may trigger an explosion that annihilates him together, or just become silent. Natural nourishment.

Even at this time, his left hand was still tightly pressing the hat on his head, even if the back of his hand was eroded by silent magic power, he would not let go, but I don't know if it was because of the tingling pain that woke him up, or because of the softness. The palm close to the brim of the hat still retains the warmth, and Nelson still has the last trace of magic power that can be mobilized. His godless eyes suddenly opened, and swirling mist rolled in the pupils that were darker than Momoran.

He raised his neck silently, and propped up his upper body lying on the ground with his arms, while his lower body stretched like a snake into the distant "city wall". Those huge round pupils were closed and stretched out of proportion There was a humanized expression of satisfaction on its long face, as if it had just swallowed some delicious delicacy, its pale pupils opened suddenly, and a beam of icy light like will-o'-the-wisp shot out from the pupils, as it shook its head and tail in enjoyment, Flapping around Berlin like a long whip, the huge city was cut into pieces like a pizza. In the neatly cut valleys, black shadows of children crying with their heads in their arms were standing on the scorched ground. When they got up, they tore off the bond connecting the navel to the earth, and bloody black mucus dripped from the section of the wriggling umbilical cord. This city, once pushed to the extreme by fanaticism and then destroyed by fanaticism, endured suffering similar to that of Barry, and the remaining The sorrow of each other has become the nutrient for them to nourish each other.

The figures of those children grew and differentiated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and distinctive clothing grew out of the flesh. Even if they were black, it was enough to tell which ones belonged to ignorant soldiers, which ones belonged to greedy businessmen, and which ones belonged to children who died young , Which belonged to the paralyzed widower, which belonged to the officials named after slogans, which belonged to the impoverished traffickers, which belonged to the tortured prisoners of war, which belonged to the bereaved widows, which belonged to the tainted innocence, which belonged to the innocent Cover up atrocities, which ones belong to the sidelines

I don't know how long these shadows stayed here. Fortunately, the beam of light did not sweep the streets around the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, but there was already a fierce battle due to crazy ravings. If Dante really wrote the "Divine Comedy" with his own eyes, then he must be a prophet. His meaningful eyes spanned time and looked straight at this place.

Those newly formed black shadows didn't even have time to recognize themselves, they had already opened their "mouths" with vague boundaries, biting the surrounding "kinds" like wild beasts, even the wild beasts were a little less instinctive and brutal than them.

The silently deformed and twisted arms seem to have countless joints, growing intertwined. Its neck is stretched so long that it seems to be able to reach the sky. Just a slight lift of the upper body is enough to compete with the iron tower of the capital of the neighboring country. It's flat, its empty eyes can't reflect the scene of the city, but the ecstasy can't be concealed. In the past, Barry has never had such an experience of overlooking all living beings.

It is not in a hurry to slaughter, but crawls slowly towards the gap in the wall. It waits for the beasts in cages to regain their senses, tastes their fearful smell, and gathers in the street to try their best to purge the dementors from their bodies. The most wonderful condiment.

On the edge of the city, the two people who were approaching rapidly on the broom looked at the high and iron walls slowly rising in the distance, and felt a kind of inexplicable fear. The witch in robes shivered and almost fell. Moody behind him caught her, he felt icy all over, the scene in front of him was crazily intertwined between reality and imagination, sometimes it was the frightened expression of Muggles when they were about to dive into the street, sometimes it was grim faces, weeping and hurting each other Parents, finally, in the mid-air only five meters away from the street, he couldn't hold on any longer, his hand holding the broom slipped and let go, he could only use his last sliver of reason to protect the witch in his arms, and fell heavily to the ground. on the ground.

But the street didn't pay attention to this young man lying in a pool of blood. People filled with fear were fleeing chaotically. They instinctively stayed away from the horrifying walls of a concentration camp, but no one knew where they should go.

In the middle of the high wall, Jokunda is holding a magic wand in her mouth, and is climbing up the outer wall of the tall building that Andre has fallen. She followed Nelson's figure to this place, but the structure of the building has been completely destroyed. Destroyed, the crumbling building was only supported by steel bars and frames, and her magic power seemed to be frozen because of the surrounding environment, but she noticed the old wizard who arrived here with Nelson but disappeared. He seemed to be a powerful man. People, maybe this is the last life at this moment.

After swallowing Nelson, Momo didn't even bother to say anything. It had a completely consistent memory from Barry's heart. It even felt a kind of sadness of a friend's killing, but this emotion made it more complicated and more complicated. Excited, its body began to twist and swell, growing an indescribable structure, exuding an aura that could drive people crazy.

A soft "tongue" grew out of its slender, thorny chin, bent upwards, and licked the mouth that had just had a full meal. At the moment it was reminiscing, the elongated face swelled from the inside, a Protrusions appeared on its cheeks covered with mourning faces, followed by the second and third... Its chaotic emotions were not enough to support it to make an expression of astonishment, but the five protrusions did not wait for it, the next one Seconds, accompanied by the sound of the siren—this is almost the most orderly sound in Berlin—a giant hand made of steel rushes out carrying the kinetic energy accumulated for an unbelievable amount of time galloping on the rails, and it easily tore into pieces Its mouth was still tightly closed, but a wider and bigger "mouth" was split in the center of the cheek, accompanied by black mucus gushing out like a waterfall and being directly hit. Seeing the atomized black magic power, Alexander's palm broke through its mouth and slammed it hard on its face.

The body of steel is not afraid of pain, and the soul of steel has never known what fear is. The thumb, ring finger and little finger pinched the silently torn cheeks fiercely, and the index finger and middle finger, which were as strong as a tower, dug in squarely. The eye sockets, the shattered pale eyeballs were immediately covered in black, and hot steam gushed out from the exhaust holes all over the giant's palm joints, mixed with the lost mist, eroding the silent face at a speed like locusts, making it still have some shape The face was corroded beyond recognition, and the crazy monster let out a painful roar for the first time. Like last time, this was the sound played by Alexander calculating the position and size of the damage on the eyeball.

The castration of the iron fist remained undiminished, and soon, the wrist also protruded from the silently cracked "mouth". It tightly clasped the monster's face, and pushed it upwards at an angle like an uppercut. , followed by forearms, elbows, arms, shoulders, and rotating gears roaring like a swarm of bees, but the real swarm—the mayflies gushing out from Alexander's body have already invaded the silent limbs and bones.

Its rift is getting bigger and bigger, and it is almost torn into two halves along the border. Nelson used the last bit of magic to open the portal leading to the illusion. The speeding Hogwarts Express noticed the change, and it could not pass through such a narrow Fortunately, it succeeded. The upper body of the giant rushed out from the gap enough for it to pass through, and the throne above his head was stable without the slightest trembling. Nelson leaned on the throne, supporting himself with one hand. With his head propped on the armrest, his eyes drooping, he seemed to be asleep.

Roaring silently, it instinctively attacked Alexander's huge body. Alexander's hand clasped its face tightly, and the other hand was propped on the throne above his head like Nelson was holding a soft felt hat. His scarlet one-eyed shot out The light enough to pierce any darkness is silently reshaping an incomprehensible shape along the crack. It is almost dominated by the instinct of destruction, but its opponent does not have any instincts. What the gears, levers and furnaces bring to it is absolute rationality.

(End of this chapter)