My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Bollocks asked with concern. He patted the corners of Nelson's scorched clothes, and said, "Is there something magic breaking out below? Are you injured?"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Black," Nelson shook his head, staring at the blue fire burning like a stove below. "I just...have some curiosity."

"Don't be curious about this kind of thing," Bollock gritted his teeth and persuaded, "I understand why the Sykes family disappeared overnight. It is undoubtedly a crime for Dr. Sykes to do this kind of thing. After everyone's taboo, no one will allow him to try... at least I don't expect to find anything valuable in it."

"I understand, Mr. Black," Nelson nodded, looked at the wizard around him, and said softly, "We can start."

"Is the ultimate guardian all right?" Bollock confirmed to Nelson.

"It's okay to release when I start calling." Nelson thought for a while and said, "I noticed that some of them didn't wear earplugs."

"It doesn't matter," Bollocs laughed. "They used to catch wicked birds with me, and I'm afraid they won't hear the command."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged and said nothing. "It's not a big deal."

Long before dawn, Nelson and Bollock discussed the way to close the bunker of the Love House. Bollock also quickly arranged Nelson’s request. The ultimate guardianship is not too difficult but has a higher magical power. Fortunately, there are not few wizards here, so the difficulty is not great—but Nelson’s strange request for the release of the spell has made many people commit it. The ultimate guardian in this plan is not for blockade. The bunker, on the contrary, is to protect themselves. Nelson asked them to stand evenly on the edge of the pit and release the barrier to the surrounding open space to form a funnel shape. Many people don’t know why, but Bollock’s sentence "Believe "Professionals" easily dispelled their doubts.

At this moment, the fierce fire in the bunker has become more and more hot. The ring-shaped alchemical barrier that is maintained around the circular room has emerged in a conspicuous outline under the high temperature, and various ancient magic texts are violently flashing on the barrier, like in a tsunami. The sails on the ground almost collapsed. The masonry on the ground has been burnt to powder. The soil that is hidden deep under the ground is turned and cracked under high temperature, forming a crust like a pottery. It quickly cracked due to the unbearable high temperature and was swept away. The spent gas is blown into finely divided dross.

The row of unknown subjects has long since turned into coke, mixed in the dust and disappeared.

It's time, Nelson nodded, drew out his wand, and raised it high above his head. Three spots of light emitting dazzling light surrounded the pit. The light gradually condensed and became three intertwined beams of light rushing into the sky. A pyramid-shaped light tower was built at the top of the pothole.

What is this? The same confusion flashed in the eyes of many people, and they didn't feel any powerful magic power from it, as if it were just light.

"It's really just light," Nelson understood their confusion. He maintained his movements and silently counted the time. "It's just a striking light."

Standing across from the pothole, the Black House wizard suddenly felt a chill. The surrounding air was as if it was drained, and the temperature quickly became cold. A dark shadow ran across his cheek, and when he raised his head to look at the sky, it covered the sky. The shadow of the sun enveloped him.

"It's now!"

Nelson shouted, and the wizards subconsciously raised their wands while chanting: "Ultimate Guardian!"

The azure blue barrier appeared on the wilderness instantly, like a funnel made of paper, inserted into the ground. Fortunately, there were no people living around, otherwise there would be another strange story here.

The wizard looking to the sky widened his eyes in horror. He had no time to exclaim or remind his companions around him. The next second, accompanied by a loud noise of the sky and the earth, everyone suffered a brief deafness in their ears.

The brain-piercing buzzing sound pierced into their hearts, and a huge sense of dizziness and nausea followed. Those wizards who did not wear earplugs as required regretted it. They only saw the dark shadow passing by, but did not think of it. The roar was enough to injure the cochlea, so that his balance ability was almost lost, the whole person swayed and staggered.

After the impact, the wizards who wore earplugs also had the same feeling. They lowered their heads and suddenly found that the ground under their feet had become undulating like waves, and the funnel-shaped barrier was squeezed by some kind of huge force to expand outward, like The speaker of the phonograph is mediocre. Inside the barrier, crimson magma and molten iron were flowing slowly along the inner wall, and the blue flame splashed from the bottom and quickly extinguished.

Nelson didn't use a lighter to control the fierce fire. What exactly extinguished this black magic flame that claimed to be able to burn everything?

The wizard who looked to the sky might know all this, but he had already fainted on the ground, unconscious.

Nelson held on to Bollock's shoulders, took him away from here, and returned quickly, repeatedly using Apparitions to repeat the actions just now, bringing every wizard to the courtyard of the House of Love in the distance.

"What just happened?"

Borlocs lay on the ground, holding his head and shouting. No one answered him. He couldn't even hear his own voice. His ears were full of flies-like buzzing, and a cold touch came from his hands. , He lowered his head, holding a bottle of emerald green liquid in his hand, and a piece of parchment next to it.

Bollock shook his head, the dizziness made him see that everything was a ghost. He blinked hard to distinguish the situation, until the three lines on the parchment slowly merged together, and he resisted the desire to vomit. Read stand up.

"Two drops on each person's eyelids can effectively relieve dizziness. I'm sorry, I miscalculated the power of magic."

There was also Nelson's signature behind. He straightened his upper body on the ground and looked around three times the original hands. He did not find Nelson's conspicuous blond hair in it, so he dropped two drops on himself, lay back on the ground again, and turned his head to look at the bunker. He waved his hand weakly in the direction and said, "Is anyone still alive? Take this thing and put two drops on everyone's eyes."

The butler staggered from the side, and his old bones were a little unreliable from the encounter just now. He silently took the crystal bottle from the master and walked towards the wounded.

"**, I didn't get anything in this trip..." Borox exploded in annoyance, and quickly comforted himself, "At least I found an invincible tactic-just make the enemy stunned. , They think we are three times as many people."

At this time, a serious Bollock looked like Alphad's father.

His gaze was condensed above the underground palace in the distance. On the ground filled with smoke and dust, like apocalypse, a mushroom-shaped black cloud slowly rose up, and the surrounding air became distorted. Can feel the high temperature inside.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened?"

No one responded to him. Everyone had the same doubts, that power was no longer like pure magic, and the wizard who had witnessed everything was still lying quietly on the ground with a satisfied smile on his face. Sank into a sweet dream.

At the top of the mushroom cloud, white mist drifted out, and Bollock stared wide-eyed at the "magic" in front of him, but under the cover of smoke and dust, he couldn't see the doorway at all.

Nelson was at the center of the explosion, standing proudly on a giant stalagmite-like tall metal wedge. The wedge was of regular shape and made up of countless small parts. Nearly ten meters of it was exposed on the ground. I don’t know that it was inserted below the surface. How many.

"It's wasted again."

A huge red one-eye lighted up behind him like the setting sun. Alexander revealed his true body under the cover of the lost fog. Compared to before, it has undergone an unknown number of upgrades. The brass-colored armor covering the body is like It is as smooth as a mirror, and a lavender almost transparent flame is burning in the blast furnace in the chest. It seems that Nelson stole it from Grindelwald in Salem. It no longer possesses the fiery oppressive feeling of the original blue fire, but understand A savvy person will understand that the temperature of this flame is much higher than that of a beginner.

Alexander's fist became more flexible, almost like normal hands, and its strength was increased far beyond before. In every joint of it, under the light armor, a dangerous blue light was revealed, and Nelson was actually in the joints. The place is also equipped with a blast furnace that burns magical power with fierce fire, making every small movement of it full of powerful explosive power.

As Nelson became more aware of the illusion, the mist sprayed from the trachea also added magical power. It can sneak into the illusion at any time and descend on the world at any time, and it can also sneak part of the body. On its left shoulder, Newborn mayflies lined up to fly out of the castle-like window, quickly disappearing in the air-it is not only a war machine, but also an arsenal that does not rest. And those shining magic patterns all over the body and the icy barrels that can be seen everywhere all revealed the firepower of its own army. If anyone regards it as a stupid man with only power, it will definitely regret it.

Alexander leaned down and silently looked at Nelson at the top of the wedge. Nelson nodded, jumped up and turned into a white cat in the air, stepped on the protruding part, jumped on top of its head, and turned back into a humanoid sitting on a pointer. On the throne, stroking the armrest of the throne, as if stroking the hair of Alexander's eldest child.

"Kaka..."

The clod not far away cracked, and a claw full of bristles and sharp barbs broke through the ground and stretched out. Most of its skin has been burnt by the high temperature, and even charred muscles and bones can be seen. But this vitality is amazing enough! But Nelson didn’t even look at it. Alexander didn’t even have any thoughts of moving. A red light shot from his little finger and drew a straight line in the air. In the next second, a red line appeared on the ground where the claw was. The incomparable claw was easily divided into two halves, and the red line was the appearance of the melted soil exuding high temperature.

"It's really ugly..." Nelson closed his eyes and sighed, "Give a happy life to the things that are still alive below, and leave the text...Each...No, just leave a slice for each person."

As soon as the voice fell, Alexander's left hand shook, and a net woven of red light passed quickly. No one noticed what was happening, but the mayfly waving the blade was already ready to leave a slice.

"Buy this place completely."

Nelson raised his hand and inserted his wand into the armrest.

Alexander crossed his fists and raised it high above his head, his arms spitting out hot steam and a blue pillar of fire, he slammed down hard and hit the wedge.

"Boom!"

An air wave spread to the surroundings centered on the impact point, and Borox, who had just felt better sitting up, only persisted for a second and then lay down. The disrepaired houses in the Love Home were instantly washed away by the air wave. Broken, the smoke and dust shrouded in the surroundings were blown away in an instant. Vaguely, Bollocks saw a burly giant, but his eyes were quickly blown by the strong wind and had to be closed tightly. When he opened his eyes again, he was far away. There was nothing on the ground. One could only see a person standing in the bunker from a distance. A crack appeared on the ground. It was born from Nelson’s location and stretched to the foot of Bollock. He could see Nelson It is a number of cracks extending radially from the center to all directions.

What surprised him most was that there were circles of small fold-shaped hills on the originally flat wasteland, which were frozen like waves of water falling into a pool of stones on this troubled land.

He stood up and noticed that Nelson nodded in the distance, and the Apparition moved to Nelson's side.

"Has the blockade succeeded?"

The underground palace has disappeared, replaced by a silver metal disc that is flush with the ground, the size and the pothole, dozens of concentric circles filled with magic texts are engraved on the disc, and Bollocks has also learned ancient times. Mowen, but he found that he could not understand the meaning of these magic words.

Those radial cracks are combined with the disc, just like another sun lying on the ground and facing the sky.

Nelson handed a stack of old yellowed parchments to Bollocks, and said, "Dr. Sykes’ research records, you must keep them ~ www.readwn.com~ Bollocks, who was originally very interested in this place, hurriedly put them. He waved his hand and declined, "I can't afford such an evil thing. "

"I flipped through it, and there is still something remarkable," Nelson shrugged. "When I find something useful in it, I will share it with you."

"Let's talk about it then." Bollocs laughed dryly.

"I can't give you this stack," Nelson showed a thin leather notebook. They looked new, as they had been written in recent years. "They are important to me."

Bollock glanced at it, and there was a dizzyingly large eye on the cover.

"You don't even need to tell me," Borox looked at the three Nelsons in front of him sincerely, and smiled. "I'm so touched that you can put your heart in this way."

Nelson put his notebook away carefully: "I'm causing you trouble."

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