My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "I might be crazy, it's not magic at all..."

The relatively new pile of parchment in Nelson Mosseau’s hand. The paper quality of the parchment is similar to that of a diary, but it is more delicate. It looks as clean as new. It is the log left by Dr. Sykes, which records in detail the process of his creation of "Sex Restore" as well as the detailed enchantment and casting process.

Turning to the first page, I saw a sentence: "That may not be some kind of natural creature, it should be a gift from magic... Fantastic animals, polymorphism, and alchemy are common. Maybe all magic is common. It is common, as lucky as I am, I have grasped the key to unlock all of this."

In the lower right corner of this page, Dr. Sykes wrote a new-looking line in small scribbles: "I feel like I am no longer me... It is not completely mastered by a dull person like me, it Something is missing, but fortunately I can do what I want, Maria, please forgive me."

This may be the man’s last confession, but Nelson’s previous experience with Isabel and Salem told him that it was not easy. He frowned and quickly flipped through a few pages. This diary should be stuffed after completion. Dr. Cox revised it. The first few pages described all its uses in detail. Soon, when Nelson saw the complicated and clear table of alchemy materials, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, his eyebrows tightened, and he was silent.

　　 When he first started reading, Nelson always felt that the book was shaking. Now that I think about it, it should be his hand shaking constantly.

This formula...with these magics, Nelson thought of the spell used to revive his master, Voldemort, mastered by the future dwarf Peter. It seemed that the dead could be taken back from the world separated by yin and yang at no cost. , Dr. Sykes resurrected Maria without even retrieving the soul. Although she did not understand the principle, Maria, who left the text in the oak barrel of the bunker, had confirmed this-maybe some omissions, but Dr. Sykes succeeded after all.

When this kind of magical magic that can bring back the dead, wantonly transform creatures, and even plunder the magic power of other lives to another individual, fell into his hands in an almost vain way, Nelson felt a strong entanglement in his heart. He took a deep breath. He had to admit that few people would be unmoved when faced with this temptation. As a lonely traveler, being able to bring people who had left him back to him was undoubtedly the thing that attracted Nelson the most. .

He was breathing heavily, and his magic power was rarely uncontrollable. The majestic mist gushed out of his eyes, and in a flash, it drowned him and everything around him... including Bo, who stood on the side and didn’t know what happened. Locks.

　　 "What's wrong? What happened?"

The voice of Bollock's pretending to be calm came from not far away. Nelson woke up suddenly, and the figure of Jonas admonishing himself in front of the tombstone flashed in front of him. The temptation to play with death sounded like a whisper of a devil. Nelson suddenly understood the choice that Tom, who became Voldemort, should have. He looked deeply at the cover of the journal and closed it forcefully.

A corner of the black curtain gently brushed Nelson's cheek, and the cold touch stirred his fanatical and almost chaotic heart. Yes, the dead would cross that curtain and walk towards death, even if the so-called "Sex Reduction" could make the corpse Standing up again with a vivid posture can even remind the resurrected people of their lives before they were alive, but after all, they are not real old people.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the collision of the parchment gave Bollocks a sense of security. In the blink of an eye, the sudden mist quickly dissipated, as if everything just now was just an illusion. Nelson, who was holding the parchment tightly next to him, tightened in silence. Standing in place is difficult to approach.

　　 After an unknown period of time, Nelson let out a suffocating breath, and his posture gradually became more peaceful.

"What's this?" Borox, who couldn't bear his curiosity, walked up to Nelson and asked curiously. He quickly realized that it was wrong, and quickly added, holding his chest, "If it's something disgusting, don't say anything. NS."

"No, Mr. Black." Nelson raised his head and looked to the sky, while touching the cover of the log with his magic wand, several chains woven from countless small electric lights crawled out of the tip of the stick and slowly extended to the four corners of the log. , The flashing arcs are arranged like stars in a strange pattern. "This is the result of Dr. Sykes’ experiment. He successfully developed the magic he wanted. As you can see, the monster in the bunker was created. The curse...maybe there are other uses, are you interested?"

　　 "No." Bollock waved his hand repeatedly and declined, "I can't control that kind of thing... Nelson, it's not magic that should appear in this world at all."

　　 "Yeah." Nelson nodded, continuing his magic, and the obscure and weird tone came out of his mouth. Borox had never heard such a strange spell.

　　 "What are you doing now?"

　　 "I want to seal it up."

As a businessman, even though he showed strong physical discomfort to Dr. Sykes’ magic, after he calmed down, Brocks quickly understood its value. Even if it can only create monsters, it is also a powerful monster. Looking at Nelson's performance, it should have more and more promising applications, and the potential value may be too great to imagine.

　　 Seeing that the flashing chain reached the back of the log, and was about to completely block the log, Borox persuaded: "Although I can't control it, I think you should have this kind of talent. What do you think?"

　　 Nelson did not answer him, focusing on providing magic power to the magic in his hand.

　　 "It is necessary to seal up," he thought for a moment, and said to himself, "That's right, until everything here is cleaned up, this thing can't be exposed... It's not too late to study until the things here are over."

While analysing to himself the timing and possible applications, Bollock watched Nelson’s release of magic. In Bollock’s impression, Nelson was known for his highly efficient and complex transfiguration techniques. Grindelwald’s rapid apparition ability—no matter which one it is, it’s so fast that it’s unclear. This is the longest magic he has ever seen Nelson released, whether it’s in person or live in Newmontgard. In the curtain.

　　 Seeing Nelson sealed it up so cautiously, Bollock nodded his head in relief, "This will definitely not be stolen by the little thief."

The arc that wrapped the log became more and more solid and dazzling. The jumping arc pierced the ground from time to time. Sparks hit the metal platform at the foot, but never hurt Nelson. Finally, when the entire book was wrapped by the arc, Nelson Released his hand and put down the magic wand. The log that was separated from the palm did not fall to the ground. Instead, it floated in the air. The arc that lost its magical power supply did not stop growing. Instead, it continued to expand. The speed was getting faster and faster. Under control, the manic arc even attacked Nelson, but in an instant it was absorbed by the mayfly who did not know where it came from.

　　 "Mr. Black, it may be different from what you think," Nelson's pale face left a drop of sweat on his forehead, and smiled relaxedly, "Don't say the little thief, this magic cannot even be solved by myself."

　　 "What? Sorry, I didn't understand."

Nelson turned his arms and revealed the palm of his hand holding the log. The palm and most of his forearm were dripping with blood. Drops of red blood dripped from his arms and flowed onto Nelson's robe. This curse needed blood to increase. Powerful, some flesh has even been turned black by the electric arc. Only then did Bollock notice that his pale face might not be due to the squandering of magic power, but because of blood loss.

"Many spells are lost not because they are not strong enough, but because the wizards are unable to master their counter-curses. For the sake of order stability, they are gradually lost under the tacit understanding of the wizards, so that the ancient magic texts have become An obscure language that few people have mastered...Of course, it may also be because the spell itself is rather evil, for example, it requires bloodletting to be used."

Nelson explained: "This spell originated in the Americas. I learned it in the forbidden book zone when I was borrowing and studying in Ifamoni. The original wizards of the Americas simulated the magic of the thunderbird protecting the egg. It can resist almost all external demolition. Thunderbirds use their own blood to build protection to protect their children. Blood can also provide the magical power for the eggs to develop. When the thunderbirds grow up in the eggs surrounded by thunder and lightning, they The natural lightning magic talent will be activated, so you can easily peck the eggshell from the inside."

As Nelson said, a silver-white film slowly appeared on the edge of the wound on the forearm and palm. They were small mayflies hidden in the air. They deformed neatly and cleaned up the gangrene in Nelson's wound. Stretching to cover the wound and cut off from the air, Bollock's eyes were attracted by this magical alchemy prop, full of interest.

The silver metal quickly covered Nelson's arm, like a close-fitting silver soft armor. Nelson took out a bottle of white fresh and smeared it on the metal at will. These herbs were quickly absorbed by the metal and sprayed evenly on the wound. .

　　 "But you sealed a book in it..." Boroc immediately wanted to understand the joint.

　　 "Yes," Nelson shrugged, "Books are not a living thing... but even if it is some kind of living monster book, it won't control the power of lightning."

　　 "Ah...it's a shame." Borox widened his eyes. "But fortunately, we didn't lose much."

　　 "Relax, Mr. Black, I will compensate you and your subordinates for the injuries caused by my miscalculation."

"That was not what I meant-"

"That's a must, haha, you shouldn't refuse such an interesting alchemy item for healing. It is a new product that Newmontgard will supply in a limited amount in the future. It is also my thanks to you for your help," Nelson lifted and attached The arm of the silver armor smiled at the beaming Borox, "This book is simply a devil, Mr. Black, do you know? When I hold it, it is like the devil in a fairy tale. Just as tempting me, you should be able to imagine what taboo knowledge is recorded in it. If you weren't next to me, I might really be tempted."

"lure?"

Bollock shivered. He remembered some of the dark magic items he had come into contact with. This feeling of fear surrounding him was terrible. From the time he dug up this **** bunker, everything became abnormal. .

　　 "Perhaps it is really tempting you," Borox said with a dry smile, "Even if this book suddenly reaches out to say hello to us, I am not surprised."

　　 "Crack!"

An electric arc smashed to the ground from the lightning group enclosing the log. Nelson and Bollock raised their wands almost at the same time, and proceeded to turn towards the direction of the lightning group. After leaving Nelson's control, the lightning became denser and larger, and finally The log was wrapped in an oval lightning ball. After the shape was determined, it stopped growing, but from time to time it emitted an electric arc to the surrounding.

"It looks like it's just a normal discharge phenomenon," Nelson waited for a long time, and the lightning ball also shot out several electric lights in concert. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Bolocks, and said with a smile, "It's like someone reading a horror story. Suddenly patted you on the back, which really scared me."

"Fortunately, it is not. To tell you the truth, I just made a chuckle in my heart." Borox wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled with a guilty conscience. He made up his mind not to say anything bad in the future. He quickly adjusted his mood and said in a worm-like voice, "Speaking of which, the guys with higher eyes don't take us seriously. The pasture sent to you is such a bad thing! "

　　 "This situation will never happen again." Nelson relaxed his mind and said with a smile, "I assure you."

　　 "Is there any inside information?" Borlocks came in interest.

"Do you remember the New Mongaard merchandise that appeared in Diagon Alley a few years ago?" Nelson said with a smile. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com nodded when he saw Bollocks and found a bulging item in his pocket. The envelope was handed to Bollocks, saying, “My people did a survey in Diagon Alley in June this year. At present, the market for finished magic items of British wizards has been half of these high-quality and inexpensive goods from informal sources. , But their influx is not due to poor supervision of the Magic Factory."

　　Borlocks raised his eyebrows, his face bursting into a heartfelt smile.

"From next year, Newmontgard will only open trade channels that comply with the regulations to the UK," Nelson reached out, "Mr. Black, you are very foresighted. The momentary reputation is just a cloud. Only Jin Jialong is the eternal wizards. equivalent."

　　 "Do I need to pay anything?" A wild brilliance bloomed in Borox's eyes, and he took Nelson's outstretched hand.

"Mr. Black, I can tell you a secret. As a designer, builder, and rule maker, I have absolute mastery of the magic factory in Newmontgard." Nelson squeezed Bollock's palm and the corners of his mouth. Cocked, "Emotionally, you and your family are my friends. In this regard, real money has made our friendship stronger. Now is the time to make it work."

　　 "The Blacks are your friends forever."

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