My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Although the Basilisk’s mental state is a bit poor, its intelligence has not been greatly affected. Even if it is a powerful creature with hard scales, it doesn’t feel good to hit a pillar with its head. It quickly realized that the little dwarf in front of him was not Not a weak person who can easily tease himself, but a flexible guy.

The basilisk turned his head, staring at Nelson with those big bright yellow eyes full of mucus, opened his mouth slightly, stretched out the letter to lick the ground, suddenly turned sideways, raised his upper body and pounced towards Nelson .

"I said, if you're still so slow..." Nelson shook his head, raised his arms, and appeared under the basilisk's head. Its vision captured the wizard who appeared in his position just now, but because of inertia, he turned helplessly. Throwing to the side, Nelson said in the second half of his sentence, "You still can't hit me."

The basilisk that crashed into the stone pillar re-emerged in mid-air and slammed into the stone pillar at a faster speed. Nelson even thought it was completely crazy, but soon realized the cunning of this beast.

I saw the basilisk swaying his head covered with solid scales with a force enough to sway the sound of breaking wind, and hit it with a decisive suicidal gesture, but the scene of brain flying in Nelson's mind did not It happened, on the contrary, the column, which was full of cracks at all, began to falter even more.

The basilisk opened its big mouth in the blood basin, firmly bit the root of the stone pillar, and yanked forcefully, a clacking sound of metal hitting the stone sounded from the head of the Slytherin statue. Looking in the direction of the sound, Nelson found, This basilisk actually pulled his huge body out of the statue by biting the pillar!

Different from the mighty appearance of its upper body with scales and armor, the lower body of the basilisk, which had been hidden in the statue before, was stained with blood. Several huge wounds with deep bones were dripping with thick water, exuding the smell of rotting, and dozens of sturdy roots. The chains were hooked firmly into the flesh of the basilisk wound-because the basilisk escaped from the statue’s mouth, at this moment these chains are hanging from the mouth like a Slytherin beard, hanging the basilisk’s tail, Stretched straight.

"Hiss——" Seeing this shocking scar and feeling the slight vibration of the ground under his feet, Nelson took a breath and moved to Tom's side, observing from a distance what the bound beast was trying to do. .

And the next scene didn't disappoint him, only to see the basilisk slowly crawling along the stone pillar that had just been bitten, and firmly entangled himself on the pillar, the whole body seemed about to be broken by the iron chain.

Then, it stared at Nelson's direction, gritted its teeth and tugged! A deafening explosion came from Slytherin's mouth. Then, there was a dazzling glare of spells in front of me, and the sound of one after another chain breaking in my ears, and the basilisk abruptly took the iron hanging on the body. The hook was pulled down, and the thick tail slapped heavily on the ground with a loud "bang", raising several meters of dust and rubble.

The iron chains that seemed indestructible were just like that, and the remains of the basilisk wearing the skin and flesh of the basilisk fell from the sky, like rain, and the stench of blood was spilled everywhere.

The pillar that the Basilisk had just crisscrossed finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and collapsed. Nelson and Tom stood far enough away and were not affected, but the ground at the feet of Slytherin was already covered by dust. Covered, can't see the mess.

"If I'm not mistaken, the basilisk's tail just lit up." Nelson said to Tom, holding his chin thoughtfully. "But if I remember correctly, the basilisk should only have eyes that can make magic."

Tom, who was still chanting the spell, nodded and shook his head again.

"I don't know what Slytherin did to it, I don't think it can be considered a basilisk anymore."

Nelson shook his head and didn't think about it. The basilisk, who had recovered from the shackles of the chains, did not eagerly rush to find Nelson to fight. Instead, he shrank his tail and silently slipped into the flying dust, even There was such a lightness that Nelson almost completely lost his vision.

"Seriously, I don't think there is such a long spell in the world," Nelson tilted his head and looked at Tom seriously. "You just don't want to make a move, so you keep pretending to chant the spell. In fact, you've been using snake tongue. Sing the Hogwarts school song, right?"

Tom gave him a blank look, turned his back, and ignored him.

"Okay, then you look at me."

After saying this, Nelson took two steps forward with his hands on his back, then turned around abruptly, and happened to meet the sight of Tom who had turned his head secretly. Tom's face went dark, and then he turned his head completely.

"Hahaha." Nelson smiled and appeared on the edge of the sand. The basilisk had completely concealed his voice, only the red and black blood flowing on the ground proved that a huge creature had just passed by here.

"In a sense, we are quite alike." Nelson raised his right hand and raised it to his shoulder. The restless voices that had been around the palace a few minutes ago sounded again. In the darkness, there seemed to be thousands of people. The horse lurked, staring at the blood-flowing basilisk. This murderous aura is as real as it is. The closed eyes under Nelson's visor can see the hideous tubes being erected, and the bowstrings are going up. It’s tight, one ammunition is being loaded, he keeps moving, whispering, he doesn’t know if he said it to the basilisk or to himself, “Do you know what magic I am best at? Pack it up so that no one can find me or hurt me, so I can’t lose.”

Quietly in the smoke and dust, the basilisk also waits for an opportunity. It waits patiently, even if the dust that creates an advantageous environment falls, it does not matter. After all, snakes have been hunting in this way since thousands of years ago.

"Crack!"

A crisp and incomparable impact sounded in the palace. The basilisk hit a small ball that Nelson had scattered before. It was bounced under the tremendous force and landed on the ground. The second impact did not sound for a long time. But that is quite enough.

Nelson pressed down his index finger, and a blasted arrow shot out from the darkness behind him, bringing a sharp breaking wind. The blasting sound of the blasted arrow was so loud that it completely overwhelmed the countless arrows that followed.

The arrows depicting magic patterns gleamed with various colors, some shaped like conch, turning faster and faster, arousing a burst of dazzling blue light; some exuding green phosphorescence, bursting open after plunged into the smoke and dust, and the air and The ground was stained with withered green; some of the red arrows looked irritable, and the explosion that followed was even more irritable...

"puff--"

A few drops of liquid poured on Nelson's visor, and the visor quickly made a corrosive "sizzle" sound. Nelson took out a new handkerchief and wiped it. It was a few drops of blood mixed with venom, even when faced with this. During the bombing, the basilisk did not act rashly, still lying on the spot, hiding in the smoke and dust.

Tom, who turned around, saw countless arrows shooting out of the darkness in front of him. He thought that Nelson had triggered a hidden trap that Slytherin had set up here. When he turned his head anxiously, he was seeing Nelson. With one hand behind his back, the other hand held to his ear, facing the back of the basilisk bombarding the basilisk, the voice of chanting the spell weakened.

"whirlwind--"

Nelson put down his right hand, took out his wand and pointed it at the smoke in front of him. The shadow in front of him disappeared, but there was a force in the depths against the spell. Nelson realized that the basilisk still had the power to resist.

He put down his wand and shook his head.

"Sorry, this was originally reserved for—" Nelson stopped talking. "If you can't even solve it, it's no use leaving it to anyone."

Immediately, he raised his right hand holding the magic wand, and flicked it forward like a curtain call to the band conductor, and a gunshot sound came from all directions.

Tom turned his head, what he heard clearly was a sound, but why did it exist in every direction?

"The executed prisoner will only hear one shot before his death, because one bullet is enough to kill him," Nelson's explanation of the basilisk in the distance answered his question. "You too, but only because of them. Shot too much."

"Puff puff--"

This is the sound of a high-speed object penetrating the smoke and dust. The ring shield that has been scraping the basilisk for a long time is now in use. It floats in front of Nelson and opens to the surroundings to form a wall, which locks Nelson and Tom behind him. Protect it firmly, and soon, the sound of the ricochet hitting the shield came intensively, and their kinetic energy was too strong, causing the shield to protrude neatly inward.

Nelson looked back at Tom. He seemed to have finished chanting the spell, clutching something he didn't know what it was, and smirking cheerfully at Nelson.

Nelson walked up to Tom, raised his hand and waved in front of him.

"You don't really think that a bullet can hurt a basilisk?" Tom came back to his senses and teased, "I don't think you would do such a thing."

"Of course not, I'm a wizard, Tom." Nelson turned his head, listened carefully, and then patted his hands gently. The next moment, a roar that was a hundred times greater than the previous sound rang behind the shield wall. In the gaps, the dazzling white light illuminates the entire secret room, and the backlit Nelson leaves only a dark shadow. When the glare dissipates, the shadow of the shield wall is even left on the ground.

"Where did you say it? Uh..." Tom raised his hand and pointed back, and asked curiously, "I mean, where did you get so many spellcasting props? I mean, these guns, What is the bow and arrow?"

"These are the little **** that you are curious about," Nelson waved his hand, and silver balls, large and small, flew from all corners of the secret room. The **** exuded heat and some red hair. Hot, they lined up neatly next to Nelson, dancing dexterously with the movements of his hands, forming a luminous strip like a star ring, "I have been wearing them on my body, but I didn’t know too much about the Unmarked Stretching Curse. The advanced use of… can’t completely eliminate their weight... but apart from the important point, there are no other shortcomings."

"I mean, how come you have so many?" Tom raised his eyebrows and stared suspiciously at Nelson. "You are not going to do something—"

"Why?" Nelson waved his hand. "I'm actually quite rich, and in the past few years, someone has been paying for me. If there is any advantage, do you think I am still a human? Besides, you think they are very expensive. No, it’s just that it’s too time-consuming to cast spells for the things in each ball, but this can also be seen as a process of exercising magic power-as long as you have a silver mine and an efficient alchemy technique, These tasks are very simple. After all, it is difficult to build a gun, but when you have magic, it is even easier than knitting a sweater... Let alone this, what do you think is the effect?"

"Nell, actually, at first, I wanted to see your spell," Tom grinned bitterly, rubbing his hands, smearing the black light from the palm of his hand to the other hand, and he squinted at Nelson, wanting to speak. Stopped again, stopped talking and wanted, after holding back for a long time, he said, "The scene is very shocking, very shocking! But it is not the same as I imagined."

"Yeah, I think my opponent must be unimaginable," Nelson said happily. "When he was hit by a bullet, he didn't expect it to be a petrification curse; when he stepped on a trap, he didn't expect a trap. This arranged the Phantom Shifting Prohibition Curse; when he finally blocked a cannonball, he did not expect that the cannonball was actually a powerful lighting curse that I carefully developed..."

"It's really shocking. I didn't expect it to be such a scene at all." Tom felt a little cold, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and just emphasized repeatedly, "But I always feel something weird..."

"What do you think?" Nelson was a little curious ~www.readwn.com~ You might think that my imagination is lacking," Tom shrugged, and said with a sullen face, "I thought I was deformed like you. The wizard will conjure up a powerful helper to assist in the battle, you know, the stone giants and dragons written in the novel. "

"Isn't my helper powerful?" Nelson asked with a grin, "not to mention the golem and the dragon, if the battlefield can be arranged in advance, even if Merlin is standing here, I dare to surprise him. This is technology. The power, Tom, in the past few years, I have encountered several incidents of wizards being killed or captured by Muggles with guns."

"Are Muggles so good?"

"Not as weak as wizards imagined. Hundreds of years ago, they might not be as threatening to wizards as magical animals," Nelson nodded solemnly. "But today, no wizard with wisdom still thinks this way. This is also Grindel. What Wo fears most."

"So that's why he keeps breaking the secrecy laws? Want to really rule Muggles?" Tom asked, holding his chin, "to prevent being shot to death one day in the future?"

"I thought so at the beginning," Nelson nodded and shook his head, "but I don't understand what he wants to do now." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort 106 Chapter 16 Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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