My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to touch it."

Nelson smiled and stretched out his arm, blocking Tom's hand that was reaching towards the veil, "Remember? Our old friend Helbo fell into the curtain like this, and even the meaning of existence was erased."

"I'm just..." Tom retracted his hand and kept opening and closing his palm. When he approached the veil, he only felt that something behind the tattered curtain was attracting him, and he kept whispering seductively in his ear. , At the same time, there was a complex and dense hissing sound in his ears, as if countless snakes were lying on his chest pouring out scheming to him, but when he withdrew his hand, those voices suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet. It was heart palpitating, he shook his head, put his inexplicably cold right hand on his chest, and muttered, "This is really an incredible gift."

Everything around was surprisingly quiet, and he couldn't even hear the sentence that came out of Nelson's closed mouth, as if he was deaf and could not receive any sound.

Nelson hadn't experienced all of this. He looked at Tom as if he had been cast a petrification spell, and he didn't even know what happened.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise came from behind them. In an absolutely quiet environment, the continuous noise instantly broke through Tom's tympanic membrane and pierced his brain. He covered his ears with his hands and his face. He showed a painful look, as if he was under the pressure of Nelson when he walked to the "door".

Nelson hurried closer, but Tom was already lying on the icy stone steps in pain. The bitter chill and pressure of the dark underground also hit his soul with the heat from the lava, leaving this tiny human being in It was difficult to hold back in the trembling, everything in front of him became trance, even Nelson in front of him was divided into two double images with the same action.

Tom's head hit the hard steps, and his mind suddenly became overwhelmed with a buzzing sound. The scene outside the black door appeared in the corner of his difficultly opening eyes. The bones of the invincible basilisk were collapsing and toppling, countless The mayfly put down his work and rushed towards it, but it was still difficult to hinder the giant's collapse.

At the last moment when he fell into a coma, Tom saw the basilisk's fangs pierce deeply into his tail, and he recalled a symbol in his mind.

It was engraved by Helbo on the cover of the green magic book—a snake biting its own tail. This dark wizard thousands of years ago had the same aspirations as him—to leap to death.

But he failed. In the face of death, Helbo’s self-righteous efforts were not worth mentioning. He inevitably slipped from the abyss to another, more desperate abyss, but he was not a pure loser, which Tom has always considered The Ouroboros logo that is the Helbo logo is not a simple mark or symbol. It is more of a word. In the era when Helbo lived, wizards were keen to use words to explain and define nature and magic. Helbo He did the same thing, longing for eternity, and branded the most essential things in this world with his magic power.

The symbol of ouroboros represents death, the death after death, the death within death.

It is a different text from other ancient magic texts. It fails because it is incompatible with the world and magic and is not inconsistent, but it is also successful because it can resist the magic of death like Helbo. resonance.

All this happened in an instant. Nelson caught Tom who fell on the ground, but under his closed eyelids, his eyeballs were turning frequently, and the complicated green magic text was flashing crazily, with blond hair facing the dark pupils, his mouth Contemptuously, Tom, who has actually been familiar with Helbo's entire legacy, is being opened by the key of death to the deeply buried restrictions.

In fact, they have no restrictions at all, but the proud black wizard did not expect that in the future thousands of years later, there will be a person with magical power and ambition equivalent to him.

In front of Tom, there was a short sound like a revolving lantern—the fragile cat, the soldiers who died in the war, the elders who died tragically in the attack on the street, all these sights showed the fragility of life, all of which made Tom Feeling terrified, he didn't want his life to be like them, no matter how bright it was, it was just a flower that would wither eventually.

At this time, the magic that belonged to Helbo progressed even more rapidly. They had eroded the edges of Tom's pupils. Soon, these deep black eyes were about to sink into the poisonous green.

The scene in front of Tom began to change, from those **** deaths to everything he cherished—not a beautiful or miserable childhood, the joy of having the first magic wand, the friends he met on his way to school, the love of the weak The satisfaction he had gained, and in the end, Nelson's trance figure overlapped and became extremely clear.

He resisted death not for eternity, but fear of loss. Everything he had was too precious for this child born under the influence of ecstasy, precious enough for him to be an enemy of the world.

The phantom of the black snake appeared in his heart, opening its blood basin and mouth, no longer like the patron saint summoned by Tom with verbal spiritism, but more like a beast driven only by instinct. It rushed into Tom. In his eyes, it used its greed and madness to chew on those fainted magic texts. The eternity pursued by fear is not worth mentioning in front of love. The snake that was holding Tom continued to grow and become even crazier in the process.

The real Helbo has long been taken away by the gate of death. What Tom is going through is a war with himself. This is not good news. On the contrary, it makes Tom's situation more dangerous.

"What's the matter with you? Tom!" Nelson shouted, slapped Tom's cheek constantly, and under his command, mayflies loaded with therapeutic equipment swiftly approached.

And Tom was still struggling, half of his pupils had been dyed dark green, but they were steadily routed under the agitation of the black snake, and they were no longer a climate.

"Don't take pictures...Don't take pictures."

I don't know how long it took, Tom finally opened his eyes, smiled and held Nelson's wrist.

"Damn, I thought you died of a sudden illness."

Nelson breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to disperse the special mayfly that had approached and was about to rescue Tom.

"For someone who almost died, it's not very good to use the **** tone," Tom stood up from the steps with the strength of Nelson's arm. The dry stone steps were already wet with his sweat, and he was wet. The pierced hair clung to the scalp, opened his eyes, looked at Nelson, and said softly, "Help me see, are my eyes okay?"

Nelson looked carefully for a moment, then nodded, "No problem."

"That's good," Tom let out a long sigh of relief, "I won, if according to Professor Dippet's theory, my eyes are the same as usual, so I am still me."

"What happened?" Nelson asked eagerly.

"My previous thoughts coincide with Helbo, but I am more advanced than him, with a very simple principle. I own everything about him. As you said, he is really our good friend," Tom stretched out without a grasp. The hand with the magic wand gently waved towards the collapsed basilisk skeleton in the distance. The giant snake, which was broken to the collapse of the structure, slowly raised its neck under his control, and tried to climb upwards in an extremely humiliating posture. Firmly holding up the unstable underground space, Tom looked at his palm with a look of intoxication, "I was right. Those who are swallowed by the power of black magic are just mediocre people who have no ability to control. ."

"But you were almost swallowed." Seeing Tom's movements, Nelson was completely relieved, but no dying person could have this kind of ability.

"That's because behind this piece of rag... well, that's because... well," Tom clapped his hands awkwardly and changed the subject, "The time is coming, don't delay your business."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, turned and walked towards the door of the dark room.

"I didn't expect that the thing I have been pursuing so hard to be with you is really fate."

"Destiny never fought anyone," Nelson walked out without looking back, "because what I am after may also be on you, Tom, it looks like you have a blessing in disguise, and you have some insights into death, since So, can I ask you to help me determine the anchor point behind the door?"

"Of course."

Tom turned around, walked towards the black door, towards the darkness.

"Boom—"

Out of aesthetic needs, Nelson installed countless various kinds of clocks in this hollow underground nest. At this moment, these clocks played at the same time, playing a thrilling chord, and all the working mayfly stopped. , Looking at their creator with their ignorant eyes.

The world is quiet again.

"Boom—"

This is the prelude to the arrival of zero, and what follows is a clearer gear bite, as if they are in the interior of a huge clock.

"Boom."

The sound of the clock’s pendulum became sharp, and the rhythms of the gears became neat and unified. The surrounding air seemed to have been affected by this, slowly twisting in the manner of the clock turning, the magic that Nelson had spent years of hard work and seal carving. The text finally showed their value, and beams of magical power rose up and began to define a text that had never been created by a wizard—

time.

Tom sat undaunted in front of the black door, glanced at the flying curtains above his head with a stern attitude, smiled disdainfully, looked at Nelson floating in front, nodded gently, behind him, a black line The hideous figure wrapped in the robe was slowly peeling from his limbs, and was led to death by the door behind him.

It will have a terrific story, a name that everyone fears, but now, it is just a poor creature that is headed for destruction in fear.

"Boom..."

The chime of the clock became misty, the pool under Nelson's feet became boiling, and a steady stream of mist gushed out of it, drawing a rough dial behind him.

"Boom!"

The final sound was firm and powerful.

On this land with too many mysteries buried, all creatures that can see the starry sky raised their heads in unison, looked over their heads, facing the sudden shooting stars, many people had no time to appreciate them, so they closed their eyes and silently wished.

…

On the desolate land covered by ice and snow, a pitch-black clock tower was swaying into the sky surrounded by a group of black-robed wizards. At that moment, a net woven by a meteor gate appeared in the night, even if it was in the middle of the night. In the southern hemisphere during the day, a few stars brighter than the sun suddenly flashed across the sky.

This magic light from the clock tower pierced through the clouds and rushed farther away. On the endless shore, it found a star with an unpredictable trajectory. There has never been a star suddenly appeared like it, and then reversed. OK, but in the vast universe, how strange things will become ordinary.

"We have captured the future."

Penguin took off his hood, his enthusiasm was no longer in his eyes, he was replaced by seriousness and incomparable reverence.

…

In a camp on the outskirts of Boston, devotees with fanatical expressions looked at the sun-like imprint left by the meteor flashing in the sky, and draped in silver ornaments and started a carnival. The campfire they surrounded quietly flourished without knowing it. .

…

"You did it, Nelson."

Luo Lian closed her eyes, the homesickness melted in a drop of tears, and slowly slipped from the corner of her eyes, and fell on her joyful face. In front of her, the broken crystal bottle was still trapped in it. Time goes back and forth continuously.

…

The dial behind Nelson was filled with raised black gravel and became solid and refined. A dazzling starlight shot from above the deep corridor and hit the center of the dial. Three hands slowly formed, slowly and firmly. Walking.

Tom raised his wand. The dark magic power of death and eternity gushed out from the tip of the wand. He was attracted by the black door behind him, but he was violently pulled back and flew towards Nelson. The dial still lacks the last shell, and this defect Tom tried his best to make up for it.

"Puff!"

Tom blinked, and he clearly saw Nelson's figure falling into the pool below his feet, but Nelson who was suspended in the air still existed.

"Boom!"

When the bell rang at zero o'clock, Nelson took out the hourglass that had been hanging around Tom's neck from his arms, and flipped it gently.

Countless small **** flew out of his pocket. Under the urging of Sykes' restoration, the magic power that had been shaped for various purposes was dissociated into the original appearance and merged into the dial behind him.

Behind him, Alexander's huge figure slowly emerged, firmly holding Nelson's second hand, UU reading www.uukanshu. com flicks in the opposite direction.

But even the power of Alexandria is not enough to shake time. The magic power of its whole body is boiling with the light of the magic text, and the steam that covers the sky and the sun gushes from its joints, and the scarlet one eye is also changed. It's as dazzling as the sun! Its clenched steel fist was easily pierced by the firmly forward second hand, but it always remembered Nelson's instructions, sparks splashed, steel rolled, magic burned, structure burst...the indestructible Alexander burst with countless scars enough to destroy it. , The magic power stored by Nelson also poured into its body in a timely manner. In this collision of steel and destiny, Alexander finally stopped the second hand!

"Crack!"

It's like the sound of glass breaking.

The second hand actually went backwards for a second under Nelson's heavy preparations.

Immediately afterwards, Nelson's body image was wiped off and disappeared abruptly.

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