My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Fall.

Keep falling down.

The surrounding environment gradually changed from wet and cold to wet and dry. Tom raised his head and looked at the slowly rotating fan blades. An unknown ore cut as smooth as a mirror.

Looking up, he could only see the dark tunnel and the dying light spot at the end. He blinked, everything above his head was plunged into darkness, and the sun’s rays could not even reach such a deep underground, a piece of silver. The ore flashed away from him, really like a mirror, reflecting everything in the cage to the surface, bright and gentle, no different from standing under the sun.

He stretched out his hand to hold on to the pole of the iron cage. Although it was protected by almost the strictest magic, the iron cage he was riding in was also hot due to friction during the endless fall, and even some could not be grasped.

On December 31st, Nelson mysteriously stopped Tom on the grounds of giving him a birthday gift, took him outside the school, and took a shortcut to Krakow. Tom thought Nelson would take him. When they went to the center to fetch something, he did not expect that Nelson used his invisibility cloak to skillfully bypass the defenses here, and came to an inconspicuous post-war town in the distance. They climbed up a small hill. Entered into a birdcage through a mark of ouroboros.

Below the bird cage is a bottomless tunnel. Under Nelson's control, it began to slowly fall. At first, Tom was curious about the underground scenery and the lost fog that shuttled from time to time, but as the journey progressed, he gradually became a little bit. feel bored.

Scattered dirt and dust are scattered from the top of the head from time to time. They just lightly touch the rotating blade, and they are cut without a trace. It is difficult to be noticed by the naked eye. The fan blades do not rotate slowly, but they are almost imperceptible. It seemed extremely slow.

"What's the matter, Tom?" Nelson's voice came from behind him. Although the space was cramped, there was no echo underground, as if the sound just made was left in the same place a moment ago, and did not keep up with the speed of their fall. This also made the sound of the nearby mosquitoes and the sound of the fan turning, which made Tom have to turn around, get closer, and listen to Nelson's voice, "Did it fall too fast?"

"No!" Tom shouted loudly, as if the only way to keep his voice from being swallowed by the darkness, he used his body movements to express his boredom to Nelson, "Can you make it faster! This journey is too boring." !"

"No matter how fast we are, we will not be able to bear the pressure."

Nelson looked calm and composed. Even the hem of the windbreaker did not rise due to inertia. He bent down, picked up an unforged silver ingot from his feet, and lifted it into the air. The silver ingot passed through a bubble-like membrane. At the moment it penetrated, the strong pressure suddenly squeezed the piece of metal into deformation, like a sponge being held. Nelson retracted his hand and handed the silver ingot to Tom, only to see that it was divided by a distinct line. In two halves, generally as always, the other half presents a compact cluster shape, unlike the form that can be formed in nature.

"Wait, it's coming soon." Nelson shrugged. "I didn't expect them to dig so deep."

Nelson's words seemed to have touched a switch, and the scenery around them quickly became rich. The light from all directions illuminated the bird cage they were in. Tom couldn't adapt to this suddenness. Brightness, tears flowed in his eyes, but he just rubbed his eyes and quickly adjusted to it. The sinking speed of the birdcage slowed down, and he was able to see the dense honeycomb-like structure all over the wall, which was a bit shabby from the previous bare. Compared to the cliffs, this place seems to be another world.

The silver metal luster fills the field of vision, and the surrounding environment gradually widens. Various metal objects enter and exit the nests with uniform shapes and angles. Some use their metal arms to carry ores and some invisible parts, and some are shaped. Packages of various tools, they swiftly shuttled through the unmanned area underground. Although they moved quickly, the journey seemed to have been carefully calculated without disturbing each other.

There is only one common feature of these metal blocks. They all have eyes that glow red like a mayfly and are filled with magic text.

The birdcage also has its own elevator shaft. There is no need to rub against the rocks anymore. They are wrapped by four hollow silver pillars depicting intricate patterns, passing through the water curtain-like membranes. Tom only feels cool and comfortable. The discomfort caused by the falling of time quickly subsided, and these four pillars were also used for other purposes. Pieces of red amber were put in from the top, and every time the path fell a little, there would be a new magic text engraved on it. On top, when they fall to the bottom, a new alchemy doll core will be successfully born, falling into a pool of ascending mist at the bottom, after experiencing the nourishment of magic, they will be embedded in the waiting. In a long body.

Everything here surpassed Tom's cognition. He opened his eyes wide and observed the orderly fortifications around him. Suddenly, a huge, hideous pale skull appeared in front of him. It was covered with bone spurs and looked terrifying, showing a kind of openness. With the posture of the giant mouth looking up to the sky and howling, the sharp and dense teeth are flowing with green venom. Tom inexplicably feels that these venom will not deteriorate even in a few hundred years.

"In the beginning there was only one pillar like this, so the output of the mayfly was relatively low," Nelson pointed to a relatively old hollow pillar in the northeast corner, and said softly, "I was going to shelve the new plan. , This will kidnap me too much time. During my years in Krakow, I spent almost half of the time building it, but they were very competitive and did not disappoint me. They can already manufacture and assemble this high-precision special Parts, you know, if you want magic power to be shaped without the control of a wizard, the accuracy of the output port must be very high."

"I don't think even a wizard can achieve such high precision." Tom stroked the air in front of him and exclaimed, "Have you given them the ability to reproduce? This is the right that life only has. This is terrible. Also... so beautiful."

"Of course, I have to let me do the final job of activating the magic engraving ability. Although they can make things inseparably, they don't understand what these things are." Nelson looked down at the pool under his feet, Zhang Open your hand and press on the rod of the birdcage, reducing its speed. "But you are right. Even the most specialized wizard will be exhausted by long-term work and reduce the level, but the machine is not No, this is where creatures can never catch up with steel."

The bird cage in the ride suddenly stopped and passed through a layer of film that was the same as the top of the bird cage. The foam that wrapped the bird cage was swallowed by the larger film. Tom felt his chest tightened, and then, the fresh air was indistinguishable from the ground. Surrounded him in an instant.

"Here we are."

The overhead fan slowly stopped rotating, and the bird cage that the two were riding in stopped above the pool. Immediately after that, the surrounding poles spread out like petals, and the empty and regular space on the bottom layer appeared in front of Tom, in front of his eyes. It is a huge rotunda that is difficult to see clearly. Dozens of thick columns support the distance between the ceiling and the ground. The magnificent skeleton becomes part of the support, hovering on the ground in a surrendering attitude. On the edge of the hall for people to walk on, a series of empty door openings appeared in front of him. Except for a black wooden door installed in the front, it seems that the other doors have not yet waited for their residents.

The huge bones of the basilisk lay like a bridge above the pool at the foot, just to hold the birdcage where the two of them were riding.

"What's this?"

Tom lowered his head and kept looking at the bones. When he looked closer, he discovered that the skeleton seemed to have been severely damaged. There were radial cracks throughout his body, as if he had been punched by a mighty brave. It was rotten, even lacking bones in some places, and was filled and repaired by silver metal. Its upper body was in a strangling posture, tightly wrapped around a stone tower that was riddled with holes but also full of spikes. They destroyed each other, but in the end they were all able to destroy each other. Survive, even regardless of each other.

What a mighty snake! Although it was scarred, it was still dangerous and terrifying. Tom's expression was a little drunk, and he murmured, "Is this the birthday present you were talking about?"

"This is the basilisk wreck I told you about. It's the first basilisk created by Helbo, and it's also the first trophy I got from a strong enemy," Nelson shook his head, moving and standing a little sour. Ankle, stepped on the spine of the basilisk crawling under the feet, "If it is still alive, I can hardly imagine how powerful it is. It is a pity, but fortunately, it is dead, but even this has caused me to suffer. , Almost killed... but after all, it is just the servant of the loser, not worthy of my gift."

"Really? I'm even more curious."

Tom stepped on the skeleton immediately, and the pale touch of dead silence came from under his feet, and the lingering sense of shabby belonging to the loser made him disappointed. The ending of this snake is far less powerful than its appearance, countless. The mayfly lay on the snake to work. From time to time there was a regular tremor at his feet. Tom took a closer look. The magic circuit was being built in the bone marrow. Its body was filled with ordinary gears and mechanisms. It was not only a failure. They were trampled underfoot, and even transformed into war trophies to become puppets to protect the enemy.

"I am very grateful to Helbo. He and I were originally passers-by who met in the illusion. I don't want to get involved with him too much, and I have no interest in his grand vision of resurrection and dominance." Nelson led the way while Said, "If it wasn't for him to find ways to disgust me every day, I wouldn't even look at such a despicable person, but fortunately, he focused on making me unhappy, otherwise my magic would not progress as fast as it is today. It’s still possible that I don’t even know anything about illusion and fog, just like you study with Professor Dumbledore. To some extent, Helbo is a good teacher."

Tom shrugged, noncommittal.

"After all, it is not easy to find the sandbags living in the legend," Nelson turned and smiled. "Perhaps without me, who just restrains him, his vision may be realized. Of course, without me, it may be lost in the fantasy world. The door will never open...actually, if you come a few days later, it will be fine. By then, this basilisk will have a step ladder on its back, so we don’t have to walk by ourselves, but I really don’t want to wait."

"I understand that seeing here one day later is a pity for me," Tom nodded and asked, "I noticed here...it seems there is no one here?"

"Aren't we?" Nelson smiled, "Of course, I don't trust them, I don't trust any wizard who jumped out of the mire-like magic. In the past few years in Newmontgard, I have seen too much For example, this is not the home of a lonely group as many people preach. In fact, like most Ministry of Magic’s descriptions of demonization, it is a gathering place for liars, traitors, and criminals. Except for a small number of people, here The vast majority of people are dark wizards with blood debts. They have the character of Helbo, but they don’t have his skills. Betrayal and killing abound. I don’t need to put the future in the hands of some despicable people, you see. , These machines do equally well, or even better, don’t they?"

"Machine..." Tom chewed Nelson's words. It was difficult for him to connect these constantly shuttled creatures with those textile machines in factories around London that needed pedals and rollers to drive.

"Of course it's not something like that," Nelson smiled and walked to Tom's side and walked side by side with him. "Magic and everything together can be sublimated, but most people who use magic don't want to use it like this."

Tom nodded and walked side by side with Nelson to the closed room.

"This is the place Helbo prepares for the resurrection. Because of the prophecy, there is naturally an open gap in the illusion. It is always waiting to attract those dead souls that may never appear," Nelson said as he walked, "have to He said that Haierbo is really a good person. He has made all preparations, and even prepared a misty spring to restore his magic power, but he left all of this to me, as long as he modified a little, one place exists at the same time. The underground void in the illusion and reality can become my factory for making mayfly. In the past few years, I have been using the assembly line of the magic factory to make some parts that only I can use. After a few years, this place has finally taken shape. "

Tom listened to Nelson’s experience of dancing on the wire for several years, and he was amazed from time to time. Soon, the two came to the closed black door. As the door was slowly pushed open, the empty dark room filled with people. With the uncomfortable and decadent breath, Tom fixed his eyes, and a rough door frame that seemed to be cut from a black stone was placed on a high platform. When he fixed his eyes, it was not a black stone, but a black magic.

Tom recognized such magical powers, he had seen them in Nelson's eyes.

"What's this?"

Tom felt heart palpitations instinctively. He knew that what Nelson was about to blurt out would subvert his cognition, and it would be more shocking than all the things he had seen before.

"Professor Dumbledore and I went through a short adventure in the illusion."

"I have seen the most eternal and grandest thing in the world."

"As a traveler, I did something immoral. I pulled a piece of it from its body, held it in my hand, and brought it out."

"This is the real reason why the illusion is not controlled by time. Because death is eternal and absolute, time is meaningless to death."

"Tom, Lorian has analyzed the magic of time to the point where it can be roughly used, and this can be the final anchor point."

"When the bell rings at zero, we will be here for the first experiment of flying time."

"This is the thing you have most eager to leap over. This is a miracle that we cannot understand. It does not belong to magic, it does not belong to the world but it is the end of everything," Nelson opened his arms, and the invisible sunlight hit him. Above the door frame behind him, a piece of palm-sized, tattered tulle is slowly floating, "It's death."

Tom's pupils were filled with the funny veil.

"Happy birthday, Tom."

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