My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The upper half of the human being was blown to pieces by Tom’s magic. On the cross-section of the tentacles, a faint green light surged, like an alternative blood mist spreading in the water. If Helbo’s magic would be so easily defeated, then he would not It's called the despicable Helbo.

The half of the tentacles quickly swelled, as if something was flowing under its smooth skin.

"Lied to you."

Tom grinned, he completed the most important part of the hunting plan, and under the rush of black smoke, he quickly retreated.

At the moment when his figure disappeared, the tentacles exposed on the sea quickly contracted, and then swelled sharply. An oil-green ball of light appeared on the water in a flash, and disappeared silently after a moment.

The original sea surface was sunken into an arc-shaped pit, and all the matter within that green light ball was easily annihilated.

Tom hovered in midair and nodded as he watched this scene.

As an old opponent who has been dealing with for many years, Helbo’s underwear is about to be seen by Nelson. Tom still remembers the speculation of the ghost ship in the notes Nelson handed him-the dead soldier with the bound soul, the body of the slave, and The self-detonation after breaking the ship's hull—in fact, during the years when Helbo was a black wizard doing whatever he wanted, his tricks had long been studied clearly by the devastated wizards. For this famous old age Opponent, all the standard answers are written in the history book, it depends on whether his enemy can grasp it.

"Hailbo loves three kinds of beasts the most in his life-this is related to his suspicious character. The basilisk is his car and pet, and the other two animals will be rewarded by him in a cruel way to his servants-they live in groups. The hyena and the tenacious octopus."

This is a rumor recorded in the wild history. For Muggles, these ancient books that have fallen on the antique market are just absurd fantasy, but for wizards, it may record the most true history.

Now, Professor Bins’s speculation is being confirmed step by step.

It's just that the vitality of this little-known slave seems a bit too tenacious. God knows how much blood and soul it has swallowed while drifting in the ocean.

The explosion of the human form drives the huge octopus into madness. Although pain is nothing to this creature, its core is ultimately a human soul.

The fleshy ball of the tentacles swells and shrinks violently like a heart. It seems that something is struggling inside, trying to break out of the shell. Tom is standing on the sea against the backdrop of the black mist. The sea is not calm at this moment. Stirred by crazy monsters under the water like the end of the day, in the storm under the night, the cold and silent air above and the fiery murderous underfoot seem to be more fearful.

Nelson and Tom are also a little unsure. They have never worried about failure, but the octopus is the best at survival by docking its tail. Even if Tom destroys the human body in one blow, they can hardly guarantee that it will not rely on it. The instincts of creatures slipped along the ocean currents—that's really a waste of work, and it's a shame!

Fortunately, they were well prepared, and Haierbo’s slaves were also falling into the trap set step by step. In fact, destroying its human body and making Haierbo’s curse the octopus’s instinctive alternative thinking is exactly the plan. First, there are too many routes for humans to escape, but for an animal, hunters thousands of years ago have long found a good way to hunt down.

"Valentine?"

Tom said softly, this was the slave's name, and he was making the final confirmation.

But the ocean was tumbling violently, and the tentacles under the ship were waving like a real beast, just trying to escape.

"Thinking about it, the torture of a thousand years of immortality is enough to drive anyone crazy." Tom turned to look at Nelson, who was still standing on the wave, and nodded.

Upon receiving the confirmation, Nelson raised his magic wand, and the ship smashed into the water quickly deformed above the octopus's head. The thick solid wood panels of the ship's hull slowly opened to the sides, covering the underwater monsters like a birdcage.

The octopus who perceives this scene begins to struggle more violently. It clearly understands that its tentacles full of black magic and death will be melted by the restraining magic when it is held in the hull, but it still does so, as a creature When it wants to survive by docking its tail, it proves that it still has a ray of life, and it wants to protect more important things, and that thing may be the turning weapon that Helbo left him—the heart-like object wrapped in the tentacles, those The creatures swallowed by it are being chewed and digested by its shell, nourishing the last hope.

But Nelson and Tom didn't seem to want to give it a chance.

Tom was wrapped in black light and dived into the sea filled with poisonous blood. He buttoned the ring on the corner of the collision, and a green book appeared in his arms-almost all the pages of this book were glued firmly by him, and the buttons were all buttoned. No, only the middle pages can be opened, including the chapter that introduces the Horcrux in detail.

For a long time, Nelson had already obtained this magic book from him when he dealt with Helbo in the illusion. Not long after, the book came to Tom’s hands, but Tom was not affected by the black magic in it. Attract, in his words, "Why should a rich person like me buy more inferior goods?"

Helbo himself might not have thought that this book would become his biggest flaw.

Tom Bin took his breath and held the ring in his hand. The magical power of speech and spiritism spread from his arms to his whole body. With the simplest floating technique, he approached the keel that was exposed due to the opening of the hull. At this moment, the hull was already big. Open, the internal structure is unobstructed, the keel is densely wrapped by the rapidly rotating gears, but I don’t know what it does. This is obviously a windboat, and Nelson’s use is like a throwing object. Tom follows the plan. , Moved the chariot-like collision angle to the top of the keel. The gears approached on their own as if they were called. They were attached to the bottom of the collision angle, connected to each other and turned, pulling the collision angle close to the thick and straight keel, and the last sound seemed to fall. In the sound of the lock "crack", the hit corner was tightly mounted on the keel, like the tip of a javelin, slowly rotating.

But it looked a little blunt, as if it stabbed an undead.

Tom raised his fist to the top of the collision angle and released his hand. The magical power of speech and spirit around his body floated to the tip of the gun along with the ring that he dropped out of his hand, gradually condensing into a thread-like light blade.

"call-"

The two breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, but they were overwhelmed by a louder gasp.

One hand, a huge, steel-cast, steaming hand grasped this alternative spear, and in the night, an indomitable giant suddenly appeared—

Alexander!

The heat and light of the sun burst from the furnace in its chest, which instantly illuminated this sea area. Amidst the dense sound of metal rubbing like drums, it bent over and crouched, slammed hard, and lifted it up with both hands. A long spear beyond everyone's imagination, straight and hot blue flames burst out of the exhaust holes between each joint, and this sea area boiled as it plunged into artificial daylight.

The metal body groaned as the lever broke and the bolt fell off, and the armor covering the thick arms turned red and twisted in the huge force. Even Alexander could not bear the weight of the gun.

The octopus wailed in the rewinding hull, triggering a tsunami that ended soon.

On the surface of the sea like Lang Lang, a red one-eyed slammed out of the water, followed by the shoulders, the torso, the hot furnace, and finally the unpretentious but magnified spear.

The octopus is struggling to die, but how can the suppression of the unified Deathly Hallows be something such a humble soul can resist? A touch of silver splendor belonging to the invisibility cloak spread out from the ship, and firmly bound those waving tentacles. Alexander held up his spear high, unpretentiously toward the live target under his feet.

A huge eye surrounded by tentacles can be seen from the gap in the hull, but before it had time to take a good look at the world, it was pierced accurately and unmistakably.

The tip of the gun fell to the bottom of the sea, accumulating downward without hindrance! Until its sinking momentum was interrupted by Alexander with the same power, but it obviously had no strength to pull it up, and even the furnace in its chest was dimmed a lot. The twisted and overheated steel plates seemed to be a tired warrior after fighting. The undulating chest.

On the sea at this moment, the huge waves have quietly fallen, and the excited storm has ended silently. The sleeping travelers on the cruise did not know that such a thrilling hunt had taken place in their location 100 nautical miles to the north.

Alexander's body was wrapped in silver mist, slowly dissipating, and returned to his station.

Only a straight keel stood proudly on the sea, as if someone had planted a flag in a puddle.

"Guru Guru..."

Dense bubbles suddenly surged on the sea, and then, fluorescent green blood covered the sea, but the top predators in the sea did not follow the smell of blood. On the contrary, a few sea beasts in this sea area Rolled his belly and slowly floated up.

Poisoned in the blood! The spectators on the cruise ship teased lightly. Although the wizards have a lot of experience against large creatures, if they are attacked by such a final attack, I am afraid that everyone will be upset.

Nelson and Tom did not rush to see their trophies, they just stood on the sea, watching the overly quiet water bottom silently.

"puff!"

An ink line shot out from under the rewinding hull, but they were not moved by it. Sure enough, the ink line quickly dissipated.

"Puff puff!"

There were a few more sounds, but Nelson and Tom were counting silently.

"ten."

"eleven."

Nelson raised his wand.

"twelve."

When the twelfth ink line rushed out, he waved his arm, and a moonlight silver glow chased the ink line to the north. It was really harder than the previous bait. It turned left and right, very flexible. Behind it, the cat was chasing like a mouse, and even Tom's gaze was attracted by this somewhat funny scene.

"Thirteen."

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and a black bolt of lightning fell from the top of his head, and fell straight to the bottom of a small, cute octopus.

"Lied to you."

Tom grinned again and patted Nelson on the shoulder.

"Thirteen is the despicable Helbo's favorite number," Nelson explained as an aside. "The wizards of ancient Greece regarded thirteen as unknown, and that's why."

Tom could feel the little octopus staring at him, and he smiled and crushed it into powder mercilessly.

"I have decided, Gnar, I will be an outstanding student in the history of magic next semester. Professor Binns will be surprised."

"He won't be relieved, I swear."

Nelson waved his hand, and the keel standing on the sea gradually turned back to the turquoise blue of the sea. The key parts also transformed into the appearance of a mayfly, and flew back to his pocket. The old magic wand brought the ring through the water and rushed towards him. Come, be held firmly in his hand by him.

"Where is the invisibility cloak?"

"It's invisible, you didn't see it." As soon as Nelson's voice fell, the hull that bound the octopus's huge body was quickly decayed and collapsed as if it had been fast-forwarded for hundreds of years, and finally turned into sea water, merged into the ocean, and attached to the ship. The silver light on his body flew towards Nelson like a platform, clinging to his coat, he just smiled like Tom, "I lied to you."

Tom shrugged, he didn't bother to care.

The dead octopus body slowly floated up, the twisted flesh ball loosened, revealing a pierced shriveled eyeball from which the green venom spread.

The tentacles that were no longer under the control of the slave were scattered, revealing the true face of the monster—it was really a normal-looking octopus, except that it had more tentacles, more curious, bigger, and not unlike a normal octopus. Any difference.

"Thirteen... So Haierbo still suffered bad luck and died really badly." Tom looked at some non-mainstream octopuses that were sinking and floating in the sea and covered with fluorescent green, and said, "No, it's not that. Is there only twelve Horcruxes? He shouldn't be so unlucky."

"The thirteenth person is here."

Nelson touched the little finger of his left hand, and a circle of green, ouroboros-like patterns appeared quietly. After many years, he still couldn't get rid of this scar, but it seemed to have no effect, perhaps with the lightning on Harry Potter's head. The scar is just like a winner's medal.

"Oh?"

"But Tom, do you know what is more interesting?"

"Can I choose my pose on the chocolate frog picture?"

"Professor Bins told me that these two Horcruxes are in the illusion, but this ship is traveling in this world."

"The information is wrong."

"It's more interesting here," Nelson said briskly. His voice was hidden by the sea breeze so that only Tom could hear it. "The second Salem has no Horcruxes. I went to the illusion, even though there is no Horcrux there. The illusion is even more dangerous than the Horcrux, but the magic power that escapes only comes from the'cocoon' that nurtures the dementor."

"Um?"

"Anyway, it should be over," Nelson shook his head. "The story of Helbo is completely over."

"Is it really over?"

"At least he ended it himself." Nelson murmured as he looked at the newborn sun. "What a hapless dark wizard, he died just like that. As expected, the number of thirteen is quite unlucky."

When the first ray of sunlight hit the sea, the octopus's constantly floating body had fallen to the bottom of the sea again, but this time it did not bounce up. Instead, it passed through an abruptly appeared light gate and disappeared.

Tom took a casual glance, and when the octopus entered the light gate, a corner of the black veil emerged from the light gate and disappeared quietly.

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