My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson maintained the posture of resisting the arc light, the sword in his hand became hot and red, and then, a slender column of steam shot out from the hole in the mouth of the hilt, and the blade cooled down immediately, with complicated patterns surging like a river bed A torrent of magic.

He lowered his arms, hung the long sword by his side, and pulled out a beautiful sword flower. Although the movement of swinging the sword just now was as stiff as if he was playing golf, at least this posture seemed to have been specially practiced.

The eyes of the audience were attracted by the gorgeous rapier in his hand. The slender golden sword widened a little at the tip, and then tightened quickly, just like the second hand on a clock. Circles around the body of the sword, slowly turning, constantly accumulating magic power for it, making the light on it more and more vigorous.

As Dumbledore kept zooming in on the camera, the knowledgeable wizards discovered that the dazzling luminous patterns on the sword body were not only the gaps between the parts, but also the overlapping ancient runes. It has a decorative effect, and it also endows the sword with magic powers such as sharpness, repair, durability, combination, and magic resistance.

The two were surrounded by metal soldiers fighting in disorder, but they never got closer. Nelson raised his empty hand and snapped his fingers. The mayflies scattered around gathered around him in an instant, and the stars surrounded the moon. It spun rapidly, resisting the spells that Tom kept shooting.

He jumped up under the spell, and the mayflies around him turned into disks in the air, becoming the ladder Nelson vacated. His persistence in climbing the stairs with weight for many years finally paid off at this moment. The weak wizard, on the contrary, looked like a general rushing to battle, with a long sword in his hand, and his blond hair was like a lightning bolt flying in the air, tossing and turning, he rushed towards Tom.

In the blink of an eye, Tom saw Nelson, who had been standing on the ground, suddenly appear in front of him, grabbing the hilt of his sword, and stabbing him obliquely towards his throat from bottom to top.

He hurriedly stepped back, the body flying in the air lost its center of gravity, and almost fell down.

"You're a wizard, Gnar." Tom quickly backed away and opened the distance, but Nelson pursued the victory, swung his long sword and stabbed left and right. The snakes serving as protection were smashed to pieces, and the black smoke recovered at a speed that couldn't keep up with the speed of destruction. , the two were chasing after each other, Tom moved around in embarrassment, and persuaded earnestly, "Really, you are a wizard, not a reckless man."

Flying without the help of magic props is a rare ability among wizards. Tom naturally occupies a favorable position. As Nelson moved away from the range of the mayfly army during the chase, he was gradually unable to keep up with Tom's speed.

"Isn't that magical enough?"

Recognizing this, Nelson stopped his forward leaning momentum, jumped down from the air, and stood up after deftly rolling around on the ground.

Standing with legs separated one after the other, holding the sword in the backhand, the rune representing "combination" lights up, and the small parts that make up the blade are separated from each other. The unstoppable blade is like flowing water, and is quickly shaped into a shape under the influence of Nelson's magic power. There is a sharp spear point, and the gears surrounding the sword body flicker like the rings of Saturn. They merge into one, flowing towards the tail of the spear point like streamers, and condense into a straight handle.

The remaining gears clung to his arm, channeling magic to increase the power of the projection, and Nelson raised the spear, closed one eye, and aimed at Tom.

A gentle white light shot from the tip of the gun, Tom's layers of barriers had no effect on it, and finally, the light focused on his right chest.

Tom understood that Nelson was just pretending to aim with his eyes closed, the magic had locked on to him.

"Then help me identify it, is this magic enough?"

"Okay, okay, I admit this looks magical," Tom said, swinging in the air, trying to avoid the lock, waving his hands, "but you have to admit, a wizard with a murder weapon is chasing people Hit, that sort of thing sounds weird."

"That's what you haven't seen before."

Nelson shook his head, his muscles tightened violently, the gears wrapped around his arms rotated rapidly, and even deformed due to the high temperature, his body stretched and fell back, and in an instant, he pounced forward like a cheetah, let go, and the spear "whoosh" With a bang, he shot at Tom.

Nelson's face turned pale due to exhaustion, but a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Regardless of victory or not, at least the magic he tried was successful.

The red light in Tom's eyes became more and more intense, and his body receded rapidly, almost faster than a broomstick, chanting spells in Parseltongue that others could not understand.

Black smoke quickly gushed out from the gap in the armor above Alexander's head.

"boom!"

The black smoke was too huge, and with a bang, the twisted and deformed armor under Tom's feet was lifted high, rushed into the sky, and fell to the black lake under the action of gravity. In the black smoke, countless poisonous snakes rushed to the sky, Gathered before Tom.

They scrambled into a ball and roared at Nelson not far away, making people feel disgusted.

But the large number of snakes seemed to welcome them. The spears didn't seem to have been effectively resisted, and their speed didn't even decrease by half, and they fell into the snake group in an instant.

The spiral spear tip not only destroys one point, but the surging magic power clears a cylindrical vacuum zone among the snakes. Just when it was about to hit Tom, a huge head turned into black smoke from the dead snake. popped out.

Alexander's head shook more and more

"Hey, I haven't been stabbed enough by the spear." Nelson wiped his face with his hand, and a pair of sunglasses appeared on his face. He was suddenly happy, "How did you become so big?"

The molted little basilisk was somehow drugged by Tom, and it became bigger than when Nelson saw it for the first time, comparable to the remains of the basilisk seen in Auschwitz's illusion, Just one head blocked the sunlight above Alexander's head and protected Tom tightly. The audience looked over the water curtain and looked into the sky. Even though they were far apart, two things could still be seen clearly .

A giant snake comparable in size to Alexander appeared out of thin air, and was tightly entangled around the giant's body. Its upper body was raised high, and the snake's head was slightly higher than the top of the giant. Black and bright snake saliva flowed on the spit out, steaming up. A deadly poisonous mist spread out. Even though its eyes were covered by nebula, it still "stared" at Nelson's direction. Its stiff face showed complex expressions comparable to human beings - eager to try, hatred, respect, and even A trace of fear.

The basilisk jumped on its body, opened its bloody mouth and swallowed towards the spear. Rows of dense and sharp fangs like sharks suddenly drilled out of its mouth, shining with a chilling aura.

Although the basilisk's sharp teeth are almost one of the strongest magic materials in the world, they couldn't resist the sharp weapon full of magic power. As soon as it took off, it was shot right through by the flashing spear. , The sharp teeth blocking the path of the spear were torn apart like foam, and the crisp sound like the collapse of a champagne tower was also lost in the thunder that suddenly burst out of his mouth.

But it still managed to delay the spear for an instant, Tom dodged to dodge, the spear almost passed him, passed the auditorium in the blink of an eye, and became a point of light that disappeared into the sky.

The basilisk froze, and stayed in place with its head bowed and its chest upright. The stinky blood sprayed out, but soon, the burnt wound stopped bleeding, and it looked more like a terrifying sculpture.

Panting heavily, Tom looked at Nelson's empty hands, spewing counter magic. In order to make this transformable weapon more powerful, Nelson used his own black walnut wand as its core.

"You rely on those foreign things too much!" Tom shouted, seizing the golden moment when Nelson lost his wand, "You should be a powerful wizard and master powerful magic instead of fiddling with those things that anyone can do." something made!"

"Didn't I use powerful magic?" Nelson asked back. Although he lost his wand, the dense mayflies still resisted the first round of attacks for him. At least he still had time to talk to Tom, and he didn't have to be chased like a mouse." You have to know that even the disarming spell can defeat you time and time again in the hands of some people."

"Bullshit," Tom shook his head, just as Nelson was shaking his wits and saying some wisecrack, "by your disarming spell called 'disarming' everything?"

"Not necessarily." In a few words, Nelson's protective circle was bombarded by Tom's spell and shrank into a corner, and he finally pulled out another wand from his pocket - the one Tom gave him. brother wand, "Let me see if you can beat 'em."

"It's useless to say more, I will use magic to convince you." Tom pursed his lips tightly, and more violent offensives followed. Nelson, who had replaced his wand, suddenly dropped a notch. Such an intuitive feeling made the audience feel He understood the importance of a good piece of equipment, but he didn't seem to panic, and he still retreated calmly.

There were fewer and fewer mayflies under Tom's strafing, and even the metal soldiers controlled by Nelson suffered more casualties.

There was a palpitation in Tom's heart for no reason. He wanted to resolve the battle faster, so he suspended the offensive, flew to the top of the basilisk, and inserted his hand into the wound pierced by the spear on the back of the basilisk's head.

Its huge body twitched violently, and the nebula covering both eyes slowly opened.

On the water curtain in front of the auditorium, a vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the water curtain showing the face of the basilisk. The audience thought the water curtain was broken. At this time, the voice of the commentator who hadn’t seen it for a long time suddenly sounded, “I’m sorry to disturb everyone’s audience. Sai, I need to clarify that the legendary XXXXX-level magical animal that is currently appearing in front of you—the basilisk, the magic power contained in its eyes is lethal. The organizing committee cannot guarantee that you can see the eyes of the basilisk through the water curtain. Will there be any adverse reactions, so Professor Dumbledore blocked the eyes of the basilisk."

There was a loud discussion in the auditorium. Most people were too unfamiliar with the term "basilisk". Even the assistant team who was more professional than him in the commentary didn't know more about it. Newt was happily explaining its power to the audience around him.

For a while, the basilisk created by the ancient black wizard, the instant-death magic eye, and the unsolvable and highly poisonous name spread. After multiple rebroadcasts mixed with multiple re-creations, Dumbledore heard about it. The basilisk is no longer a dangerous magical animal, but has become a world-destroying monster comparable to Morgan Le Fay, capable of single-handedly defeating twelve Knights of the Round Table and Merlin.

And who would have thought that this extremely powerful magical animal was once beaten to the ground by the two young men in front of him in the underground of Hogwarts?

Dumbledore obviously knew something, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hey!" Sigmund on the side clapped his hands in surprise, "Durmstrang teaches black magic? Albus, these students of yours seem to have hidden a lot of unique skills!"

"I taught it." Dumbledore generously embraced Sigmund's accusation of yin and yang, "Basilisks are a stubborn disease that existed at Hogwarts when the school was founded. I can't stop an outstanding student who loves his alma mater from defeating the threat." Classmates are safe monsters, let alone take his spoils."

Dumbledore's initiative to take over made Sigmund momentarily at a loss as to what to say, and he choked on the yin and yang words that he had prepared in his stomach, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up above the auditorium. Everyone raised their heads and saw a terrifying vortex like a giant eye appearing in the clouds above their heads at some point. The cloud pulled out by the airflow was rushing towards Tom. slow condensation.

At this moment, Alexander is fighting with the basilisk who is becoming more and more crazy due to bloodthirsty and Tom's magic. Under Tom's saturation blow, Nelson's action space is compressed to the extent that it is difficult to take advantage of his dexterous body skills. When everyone thought that his defeat was only a matter of time, a long spear that stirred up the thunder shot out from the vortex, followed by several thick thunderbolts that even sucked up the metal objects in the auditorium !

"boom!"

The thunder pierced through the back of the basilisk, instantly making it lose its ability to resist. Only then did Tom understand that the previous red light beam was not meaningless. The spear was still aimed at his right chest and kept chasing him. He could only forcefully use the snake again and again. The monster's flesh and blood resisted, and Newt shook his head.

Soon, the basilisk fell limply to the ground again under the same weapon.

Soon, Tom's proud hair began to smell of charcoal, and the spear gradually lost the power it had gained from the clouds.

Nelson raised his hand, and the spear flew back into his hand, so, holding the wand in his left hand and the spear in his right hand, he came up and fought with Tom.

Relying on the superior performance of the spear to resist Tom's spell, stabbing and slashing along the way, he issued a series of "expel weapons" from the wand in his left hand.

The two fought from the sky to the ground, from the ground to the sky, and the weapons in Nelson's hands were constantly changing, from familiar weapons to strange weapons, although Nelson didn't know how to use them. But even if he just swung a stick, with his physical strength, Tom could complain endlessly.

The audience was dazzled, and the two black shadows on the field were almost indistinguishable. They could only see the flashes of lightning and various spells when the golden sharp weapon was brandished, until Tom and Nelson suddenly separated, and the weapon in Nelson's hand could not be seen. When suddenly disappeared, replaced by two wands raised by both hands, Tom was surrounded by countless gold needles only a few centimeters away from his body, and froze in place.

"My lord, times have changed."

It’s a little bit equivalent to telling the teacher about the embarrassment that I didn’t bring when collecting homework. There will be another chapter later, and there will be another chapter tomorrow during the day. Another chapter