My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Good brother! I'm here to help!"

A holy golden light burst from Nelson’s chest, burning Helbo’s remnant soul unable to open his eyes. Accompanied by a burst of passionate music, a set of simple and heavy plate armor covered his whole body, with a shiny silver top. The full-covering visor appeared in front of him, and the blindfold of the visor opened and closed, and a thick male voice came from it.

"The armor fits together!" The visor slowly lifted, and he was about to buckle Nelson's head, "I will show up in time!"

"Wait!" Nelson grabbed the visor with one hand and stopped its movement. "We should say something different..."

"what?"

"Come on, Hansen!"

Nelson picked up the helmet and buckled it on his head. As the buckle on the neck made a "click" bite sound, the whole armor became a whole body, and the elf-like halo flowed on the bright and clean armor. The light effect burned a large scorch mark on the side of the giant snake's bone facing him. The flame and the residue of the soul met, sizzling, and exuding a disgusting smell.

Nelson's body moved uncontrollably. He bent his knees slightly, squatted on the top of the high platform, and then suddenly exerted force on his legs. The high platform that had been transformed into metal by the transformation technique instantly gave birth to cracks spreading all over his body. In the next second, Nelson appeared under the dark shadow above his head, and raised his right fist in front of the huge skull that was slamming downward.

"Booooom——"

The moment the right fist touched the lower jaw of the skull, the snake's head was staggered by the huge impact, and Nelson clenched his left fist again and gave a heavy blow to the stagnant snake's head.

The cobweb-like cracks spread and grew rapidly along the place where Nelson’s fist fell. Then, a neat "click" sounded from the ear, which sounded like a sound, but it was actually the sound of countless broken bones. At the same time, the hair grows, and the original subtle noise becomes unusually obvious.

This image stagnating in the air freezes for a few seconds, and even the sound disappears in this space, like an animation that plays a stop-motion image due to insufficient funds.

In the next instant, the ferocious tower covered with steel thorns and shimmering metal shattered, and the sharp fragments maintained their original shape with difficulty, and in an instant, they scattered all around, ejecting indiscriminately like countless sharp daggers. The huge snake body completely wrapped around the tower, making a jaw-dropping sound of cutting, and where Nelson’s fist fell, pieces of bone **** scattered, more and more, more and more-Nelson saw the giant The snake's skull opened its jaw to an unimaginable angle, and let out a roar of trembling soul in the silence.

Immediately afterwards, it exploded completely, turning into pale bone meal, mixed with metal fragments flying upwards from below.

The remains of this prehistoric behemoth finally returned to dust and dirt, leaving only the eye sockets where Haierbo was hiding, slowly falling in the shape of a thin and fragile ring.

Nelson found a slightly larger piece among the metal fragments flying in the sky, took a light step, and slowly fell in the storm of bone meal and metal fragments. These high-speed moving fragments kept hitting the armor on his body, sending out rapid and continuous knocks. Hit.

Nelson fell to the ground lightly, seeing Haierbo's remnant soul stunned in the only remaining eye frame of the snake bone, and there was no movement for a long time. After such an unexpected storm, his soul seemed to be thinner.

He stood opposite Helbo's remnant soul without saying a word. The storm above his head gradually lost its vitality. They spread across the sky, and then slowly fell, turning into a sharp and dead rain-this may be this loneliness. The land has rained for the first time since its birth.

"Despicable Helbo."

Nelson's voice came from the armor, which looked thick and ancient. He took two steps forward, raised his left hand to support the visor of the helmet, lifted it up, and raised his right hand again, holding the wand and pointing to Helbo:

"Come on, count your sins."

"I've repented! My master!" Hearing Nelson's voice, Helbo's remnant soul suddenly became energetic. He raised his head and looked at Nelson, lying on the ground in a thunderous manner, and continued to crawl towards Nelson. He moved like a funny big toad, and quickly climbed to Nelson's feet, craned his neck and kissed the iron boots under his feet.

His lips were burned by the halo lingering on the armor, and his body became thinner, but he kept repeating his actions as if he didn't care about the pain, and he said: "My great master, I am honored to be you. Pet! My great master, thank you for giving me the opportunity to become yours! My great master..."

The armor controlled Nelson's legs and kicked him away, while making a disgusting voice: "It's disgusting, can you not let this guy kiss me?"

"Well, I don't know where you kicked him." Nelson bent his knees slightly, jumped up, and looked in the direction where Helbo's remnant soul disappeared. In a place where he could be seen, Helbo's The remnant soul was trying hard to crawl forward in his direction, moving skillfully and quickly, he fell down and knocked on his chest, "It will take a while for him to crawl over. It's better to get down first. It's weird to have you inside."

"Okay, I haven't moved my body for a long time. I was in the castle for fear of scaring the students, so I stood there and didn't dare to move. I only dared to fall apart occasionally."

The armor was stripped from Nelson's body one by one, and was quickly assembled into its original shape in front of him-the armor displayed at the door of Dumbledore's office was just a lot less dusty and some special effects added. The moment it was assembled, the two were ignored. The direction of the leg was backwards, so he couldn't wait to open the chatterbox, "Good brother, how are you going."

"What will happen?" After violent exercise, Nelson was a little tired. He looked up at the metal rain flying in the sky, tapped his magic wand, and the flying metal fragments flew towards a steel thorn residue at his feet, and they melted together. , Sticking to each other, and finally an exquisite carved iron chair appeared beside him, and Nelson sat down and looked at the armor that was experiencing "movement addiction".

"Seriously, I can be considered an old man who has lived for many years, but I have never seen you pretend so well."

It was pacing in front of Nelson, looking at him in a circle, and the visor kept closing and exclaiming "Tsk Tsk": "Merlin's pants, come on, let's count your sins... I think of this sentence now. I will get goose bumps when I talk, I want to write it down, and I must tell others when I have the opportunity to go out in the future."

"The armor won't get goose bumps. You should be rusty. I'll help you polish it." Nelson stood up, raised his wand, and approached the armor with an unkind expression. "I need me to help you count your sins." ?"

"No, no, no, thank you." Armor waved his hand quickly and backed up. He tripped over the stone under his feet, fell a **** and squatted. The helmet rolled a lot, and Nelson sat back again. , And the good brother came back with the helmet in his armor, put it on the ground, and sat on it. Its head buzzed under the buttocks, saying, "Really, this wave of my grand debut, it can be said to be very Just in time."

"It's really timely..." Nelson sighed and looked at the look of the good brother Cannian, and couldn't help but change it into a chair. "If you come one step later, I can kill him solo. "

"So deformed...hahahaha, my good brother, you are still so humble," Armor put his head back, sat on the chair and laughed like a barbell, and turned to another less embarrassing topic, "How can you provoke me?" To him?"

"He? Helbo?"

"Yes, he is a notorious dark wizard. The first time I got here, I thought I was going to explain here." Armor patted his chest with lingering fear, and let out a hollow echo, "I didn't expect us to be so strong. , Actually beat him in his base camp."

"Base camp?" Nelson caught a key word. "You mean, this is the base camp of Helbo?"

"Yes, anyone who knows death knows that only divided souls can stay in the illusion," the armor nodded, "Hailbo was killed by Pythia and hasn't died for so many years. The body must remain in the illusion. , I think of a person like him, even if he becomes a weak remnant soul, he will definitely find a way to survive. Do you see that the corpse just now is the best example? He can even use simple magic—saying , Why can you use a magic wand here?"

"No, why did you come in with your magic wand? Isn't this a fantasy land?"

"Here is, I'm not an unlearned person. I naturally have a reason to bring things here." Nelson raised his chin in a humble manner and stared at his good brother with his nostrils. "Why did you appear here? Really, in my imagination, there are countless people who may break into the battlefield between me and Helbo, but you are definitely not included."

"Don't you think about our relationship like this?" Armor let out a dumbbell-like pretentious cry, "Am I—"

"..."

"Well, it's Albus." Armor stretched out his hand helplessly and explained, "He set a protection spell on your body, and the trigger mechanism is more complicated—"

"What is the mechanism?"

"Hmm... let me imagine," Armor held his chin, thinking, "You need to face the threat of black magic that can cause death or loss of autonomy after you come into contact with Gellert Grindelwald."

"The head of the snake just smashed down. Is this black magic enough to cause death?"

"Maybe, I don't know too." Armor shook his head. "Anyway, the mechanism is like this. My surface is inscribed with the magic that drives away evil curses, so it can dispel all the black magic on you in an instant... So now I don't know if it's anymore, but I really didn't expect us to be so good that we can do both of Haierbo."

"This has something to do with the nature of the illusion," Nelson shook his head. "If in the real world, Helbo could kill us with just one finger, there would be no need for a snake skeleton, but here, the magic is caused by the soul and It's decided by thought."

"Follow him, we are really good anyway!" Armor complimented and asked, "Can I tell Albus about this?"

"One said one, indeed." Nelson squinted, stroking the little finger of his left hand, looking at the remnant Helbo who appeared in the field of vision, trying to crawl, while groaning, "The black magic that can cause death or loss of independence. ..."

His face instantly became cold, and stood up from his chair like a cold dark wizard, walked towards Helbo, and stepped on his head.

Helbo is indeed a despicable Helbo. At this time, he was still trying his best to kiss the soles of Nelson's shoes, while shouting vaguely: "Master! I'm back!"

"Find a place to bury yourself, okay?" Nelson looked at him coldly. "It looks like you are still lucky."

"Master... I swear I--"

"Enough, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Nelson's feet pressed hard, and the head of Helbo's remnant soul was stepped into the ground. "Now, immediately, immediately, bring me the Horcrux."

"Master... please, I—"

"Is it not clear enough?" Nelson looked at the white phantom under his feet. This is the image of a withered old man. This Horcrux should be made in Helbo's old age, so it looks old. "I don't want to repeat the first. Twice."

"Okay...Okay, Master, I understand." Helbo turned into a cloud of white mist, moved away from Nelson's feet, and condensed into the original image, kneeling at his feet, stretching his neck and kissing his shoes. Face, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay...I'm going now, here's going to get it."

Then it turned into a white whirlwind and disappeared.

"Okay... good brother, you—" Armor said after watching this scene, clasping his chest and squatting, "Are you going to be a dark wizard?"

"Why are you stuttering too? Don't learn to stutter, or you will easily become a stutter." Nelson smiled and said to the armor. "How dare I tell my true face to a wizard like Helbo, who kindly gets along with him? , No one will end well."

"That's true." Armor nodded in agreement, touching his non-existent beard like an old man and said, "You have grown a lot during this study tour."

"Humph." Nelson squinted at him, sitting in a chair waiting for Helbo, who was galloping from a distance.

Helbo’s remnant soul soon appeared in front of him, holding a peculiar ring in his hand. It was almost exactly the same as the wound on Nelson’s little finger that was bitten by a small snake, showing the shape of ouroboros, "Master, this It's the Horcrux you want, but it hasn't been perfected to its strongest level, and it still lacks the final ritual, so you—"

"Don't teach me to do things, thank you." Nelson grabbed the ring and checked the authenticity with the method he learned from Helbo in Newmontgard. He nodded and put the ring in his pocket. "Yes, you didn't. Think carefully about what you do."

"It's all for your satisfaction." Haierbo's remnant soul showed a flattering smile, turning into a white mist and going to drill into the ring, "Then I will go in, Master."

"Wait," Nelson stretched out his wand to stop him, with a sarcasm smile, "When did I say I wanted you? You stay here, and when I need you, I'll come back to find you."

After that, he grabbed the back of the chair and the chair under the armor butt, and his thoughts moved and disappeared.

"By the way, you can tell Professor Dumbledore about my conjecture about the illusion." Inside the barracks at Auschwitz, Nelson said to the armor.

"Okay." Armor looked at Nelson with some entanglement, struggling for a moment before asking, "If I heard you right, you just got Helbo's Horcrux."

"Yes, that's it." Nelson took out the green ouroboros ring from his pocket with his left hand. He noticed that the scars in the shape of ouroboros on his little finger disappeared, and thought: "So this is human death or Is the loss of autonomy threatened by black magic?"

"I can ask, are you looking for it for what?"

"Of course." Nelson nodded, stretched out the palm of his right hand toward the armor, and turned the side of the obsidian with the Deathly Hallows mark toward him, "Look, I have a ring on this hand, so I don't want to bring two. Right."

"I learned from a certain source that Helbo is preparing to complete his Horcrux with a human tragedy that is about to happen here as a ritual. In the prophecy of the ancient prophet Pythia, a tragic event is about to happen here. Slaughter." Nelson said solemnly, "By then, he will use this perfect Horcrux to get out of the illusion, and I came here to destroy his plan."

"Oh..." The armor made a urn sound, and it nodded and stopped continuing the topic. It glanced at the two chairs in Nelson's hands. "Why do you even bring out the chairs?"

"Bring it out?" Nelson shook his head. "No, I brought it in."

"what?"

"Don't tell me ~www.readwn.com~ The only magic that I make easy to use is transformation. It is very inconvenient for the materials at hand when confronting the enemy." Nelson took out his wand and tapped the back of the chair lightly. He quickly curled up and turned into two shiny metal balls. He grabbed the **** and stuffed them into his pockets. He explained, "So I have prepared a lot of these balls, which can be used as a duel with people. The spellcasting material for Transfiguration."

"Look." Nelson lifted the hem of the windbreaker, raised it to the top of the table, released his hand and let it fall freely, only to hear a loud "bang", the conference table of the command room was smashed into a big hole and he spread it out. Hand, "The quality of this table is a bit poor, but there are many such **** in my pocket, of course, there are some other things."

"I understand." The armor nodded, and sighed with his lips. This action was placed on the armor to keep opening and closing his visor, "As expected, my good brother, who has one hand."

"Thanks to you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh~Then I'll go back to stand guard first, and write to Aberfors if I have something to do, and he will do it for you." Amidst the barbell laugh, the armor disappeared.

Nelson sat at the top of the command table, raised his legs and put his boots on the table, humming leisurely until the clutter of army boots hitting the ground sounded outside the camp tent. My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 102 Armored Fit? No, it's Kamen Rider, transform! Green Reading-My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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