My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The black tower with its base gnawed off became tilted, groaning that the steel bars were cracking, and it tilted slowly under the action of gravity, blocking the sun behind it, and a huge black shadow enveloped the three warriors and the audience in the distance.

The sunlight traveled through the diffuse smoke and dust, drawing several lines in the air that pulled the tower body.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka!"

Immediately afterwards, the gears all over the tower rotated rapidly at the same time, driving every brick and every steel bar in the black tower to move its position.

The sound of dense gears gnashing resounded over the Black Lake, as if you were in a factory that made clocks and watches.

The tilted tower rotated, but there was a speed difference at each level of rotation, which caused the black tower to collapse even faster. Ludwig looked at the scene in front of him triumphantly. Destroying such a huge building made him feel satisfy.

Tom noticed something was wrong: "What about Gnar? Why didn't he respond when his house collapsed?"

"Maybe I'm scared." Ludwig shrugged. "After all, a shapeshifter like him can't meet the enemy face to face. Now that the shell is broken, of course he dare not come down."

"Really?" Nelson's voice sounded on the platform carrying the Black Tower, reaching the ears of the three.

"Of course...huh?"

Ludwig replied without thinking, but he quickly realized that the voice was wrong, and turned to look at Tom who was silent and ready to meet the enemy. He hurriedly took a step back and returned to the defensive circle of the three. .

"Think this tower is the venue?" Nelson's laughter came from the clouds, "No, no, no, this is your enemy."

The speed of the gears accelerated sharply, and the collapse of the Black Tower ended in an instant. Its history as a building has completely passed away, replaced by a black strip hovering in the air like a giant dragon. It is composed of countless pieces of pitch-black marble. The turning gears are its muscles, the interspersed mist is its blood, and the voice of the clouds is its soul.

"Roar!"

The black torrent opened its non-existent bloody mouth, and rushed towards the three people on the base. It was not as dexterous as such a huge creation. It didn't have the shape of a giant dragon, only a sharp point, like The most primitive siege log is like that, it doesn't need a delicate structure, as long as it is big enough, it is enough to destroy the dead!

The second half of it is hidden in the clouds and mist, making it hard to guess its size, but this single blow is full of oppressive feeling of destroying everything.

The attack was still far away from the three of them, but the strong wind pressure had messed up their hair and clothes. The warriors couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if they actually hit them.

Ludwig lacked experience in facing giants, he just wanted to repair his bat wings and run away quickly.

Margaret's unique "transfiguration" was powerful in a battle. She transformed into a huge number of shield formations, filling the entire platform. This may be effective for defense, but it seems that it can only be passively defended.

"Gnar, don't forget, I will too."

Tom looked at the useless "teammates" on the left and right, shook his head, and took a step forward.

He raised his wand, pointing at the falling black torrent.

"Oolong came out of the hole."

With a flat tone and a calm face, he recited the spell word by word.

"Oolong came out of the hole? Is he crazy?"

In the auditorium, the Slytherins were discussing a lot. The popularity of oolong hole in the college is not high. Many people know this spell. After seeing the effect of the spell, it is hard for them to understand Tom’s motivation for choosing such a spell. A spell that is useless at this time, imagining the scene of such a small snake facing such a challenge, the Slytherins are really crying and laughing.

"So a little—"

Alphard's words were cut off in his throat by himself, and replaced by a "cluck and cluck" sound like a hen laying eggs.

A scale comparable to the size of a tower shield appeared behind Tom. Under the construction of magic power, a huge snake head appeared in the picture, occupying most of the area of ​​the water curtain.

The audience crossed the water curtain and looked towards the field above their heads, only to see a pitch-black python rushing out from behind Tom, with ominous black smoke spreading all over his body, opening his bloody mouth and biting the enemy in front of him.

Few people have had the experience of seeing every scale on a snake at a distance of 100 meters, but today's audience has seen that very few young wizards know how to save their magic power, but it is this habit that makes them Such a visual feast has been harvested.

The black python rushed towards the enemy head with the momentum of swallowing the sky, and wrapped its body tightly around the torrent composed of steel bricks and stones. Its body tightened, strangling the bricks to burst and splattering, and the steel bars to curl up and deform. The black tower is also making its own resistance. The rapidly rotating gears are cutting the black python's body like a blade. After a while, the black python is cut to pieces, leaving only the broken flesh and hard skeleton to maintain its strength. shape.

But the giant python created by magic has no flesh and blood, and it can't feel pain. When the sharp edge of the gear pierces into the bone, it will only tighten its body more forcefully, hoping to use the bone to catch those small things that are spinning fast.

The destroyed body turned into smoke and merged into the black smoke covering the giant python's body, and the elements that made up the giant python were also quickly repairing its body, and the two sides fell into a tug-of-war.

"Tom, you really understand that big is good."

Nelson, who was sitting high on the cloud throne, stood up, drew out his wand, and pointed to his feet.

At this moment, he is like a loner, the tower under his feet has run away, only a stool is floating in the air, and the fighting situation under his feet is extremely fierce, with bricks, stones, steel and scales collapsing everywhere, it is difficult to get down for a while.

"Hehe." Tom shook his head and said softly, "Is that so, you are not old enough."

He looked around, the black hair on Ludwig's body had faded, the broken wings had been repaired, and Margaret's army formation had also been formed. Although he was thrown upside down by his black python, it didn't look like anything Big problem.

"That's right, I don't think it's big enough." Nelson's voice was full of approval, "Look at this one."

As soon as the words fell, the torrent that was entangled by the black python stopped twisting, allowing the black python to "hang it to death" and break it into fine stone chips, leaving the giant python with nowhere to exert its strength.

Immediately afterwards, the ubiquitous gears started to turn again, and Nelson's magic power was transmitted to every part of the platform along with the golden gears behind him, and the stone chips mixed with metal slag gathered and condensed into a new form - lens, pedal , levers, bolts, keels, springs...

These parts were much larger than normal, but they were insignificant compared to the current battle. Tom didn't know Nelson's intentions, so he had to direct his black python to thump in the air as much as possible, hoping to hinder Nelson.

The miscellaneous parts gathered together and dragged the black python to recede into the cloud and mist behind him. Tom looked at the two people who were still unable to help him, gritted his teeth, and directed the black python to rush into the cloud and mist. There was a "sizzling" corrosion sound from the python's body, and the magic power contained in the lost fog was enough to affect the transmission of most magic.

Tom rubbed his eyes, in a trance, he saw a hand pinching the black python's head and dragging it into the mist!

"What's this?"

"This is my fortress!"

Nelson's proud voice resounded through the sky, and the loud sound of steam spewing came from behind the cloud and mist. Several thick steam columns blew the thin cloud and mist into pieces. Under the action of the lake wind, a three-dimensional one-armed giant appeared. in front of Tom.

The giant's proportions are incongruous, but it has a unique beauty.

Its torso occupies half the length of its body. It is a sphere-like structure that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It is composed of gold and silver arc-shaped metal plates. The flames blazed in the furnace, burning the surrounding metal red, and the black rivets spread across the chest like half a medal, presenting a rough industrial feel.

This is the source of energy for the giant's actions. The furious Fiercefire was confined within the giant's body by the reaction furnace, swaying its endless heat, and the heat was converted into mechanical energy by the simple blast furnace, driving the joint movement of its whole body.

The giant's legs are very short, and the three cylinders with crawlers at the bottom are its legs. Although crude, they are enough to support it stably.

The most complicated deconstruction is the giant's single arm. Its metal arm is somewhat slender compared to the torso. Three slender levers engraved with magic patterns are connected together by gears and pipes, leading to the spherical metal joint at the elbow.

Its forearm is unusually thick, wrapped in thick armor, with metal telescopic pipes all over it, transmitting magic power and steam, the pressure-limiting valves next to the rivets are spewing hot steam, and its arms are accumulating With energy, the huge palm tightly pinched the head of the black python, allowing its tail to whip around its body. Whenever the armor was dented a little, a mayfly would fly out of the exposed pipe with gears. Instantly healed the injury.

This is an unshakable masterpiece of human beings. It is the combination of magic and machinery. function, but its presence was infinitely satisfying to Nelson.

There is a flat cylindrical platform on the top of the giant's head, and a circular lens is dotted in the center, while the exposed gears and levers on the top do not move. It seems that it just caught the black python in its sleep, but did not really wake up. .

Withered pipes, stalled gears, flickering blast furnaces...

Nelson has never felt so romantic.

The moment they saw the giant, Margaret and Ludwig moved. Although they were shocked by its size, they always kept in mind their determination to win.

In the army formation, countless weapons and spells flew towards the blast furnace, and Margaret quickly found its "weakness". For most mechanical creations, Lulu's external power source is indeed It's their Achilles' heel, and it's arrogant to even lay out a weakness, but under the protection of magic, can such decapitation still work?

The answer is no, when the attack is still tens of meters away, the pipe outside the body opens instantly, and countless mayflies fly out of it, using their lasers to destroy the approaching attack. For those magic that is difficult to resist, Silver balls with a simpler structure are shot out to eat deadly attacks, and their wreckage will be quickly recovered. These seemingly powerful magics can't even make Nelson lose money.

"What is this?" Tom asked again, the black python was still struggling violently, in stark contrast to the motionless giant.

"It's called Alexander!"

Nelson's voice was full of fanaticism. It's been a long time since he lost his composure. This is the ultimate weapon in his heart who advocates positional warfare!

For three years, Nelson used other people's time drinking coffee to make small balls. Even with the help of Nurmengard's magic factory, he could only build a rough structure, and he couldn't count how many gears he had stored, Lever and piston, he couldn't remember what kind of magic he wanted to stuff into Alexander's huge body.

In the blast furnace on the chest is a never-ending fire, and the pipeline will be filled with blood condensed from the mist. Every cell in it is a metal ball made by Nelson himself, and there is a metal ball built by Nelson with the equipment in his body. After the completion of the "Mayfly Factory", Alexander can repair and add value indefinitely. Even if Nelson is dead, it can still wander around the world and complete the things he wants to accomplish.

"I can't find any great name to match it, Alexander is just a mediocre choice, Tom, that's my magic!"

Following Nelson's self-narration, a sharp pointer fell from the cloud, and with the huge gear behind it, it was inserted straight into the top of Alexander's head, as if wearing a unique crown for it.

"Come on! Capture it and defeat me!"

Nelson was sitting on the pointer-shaped high-backed chair. The gears behind him began to rotate slowly, emitting a strong glow. The gear protruding from the top of Alexander's head was tightly engaged with it. Despite the great resistance, the golden gear remained firm. The earth rotated according to the original frequency, directing its power to Alexander's whole body.

"Om—"

The top of Alexander's head flickered and lit up, piercing through all the barriers in front of him like a searchlight. The magic pattern flickered on and off. In the blast furnace on its chest, Fiendfire erupted suddenly as if stimulated. Hot steam flowed from every part of Alexander's body. ejected from the crevice.

"Bang bang bang!"

The unified movement of the pistons formed a grand heartbeat sound like drumming, and the sound of the gears rotating sounded in the body, and the exposed pipes quickly became dry, making the sound of the gears dry.

"It still needs the last blood."

Nelson sat on Alexander's head, wand raised.

The clouds and mist in the air and the invisible water vapor gathered towards him like a vortex, pouring into the entrance of the pipe under his feet, and the lost mist gushing out of the wand poured in madly.

"Chi--"

Steam gushed out, and Alexander's fingers curled.