My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar!"

The sky is clear, the breeze is smooth, and there is no day more suitable for outings than today.

The ocean is full of blue waves, and the awakened fish schools leave traces on the water surface, and the fine foam beats the fishing boats and warships stranded on the shore. The tired people on the beach are unloading their battle armor. Under the command of Andros , One after another, the coffins that had been prepared were carried from the cabin to the beach, and the people who died in battle were packed in together with their suicide notes.

The soldiers lying on the beach let the sea water wash their bloody bodies over and over again. If they put up a few more big parasols, this place would be no different from those famous holiday beaches.

The distant fishing port town has been razed to the ground, only the body of the giant is still standing, and the slowly sinking ground is trying its best to maintain stability so as not to disturb the rest of the soldiers on it. Liaoyin's roar broke the rare tranquility.

"I……"

Andros lowered his head, his shiny head looked like another sun in the sun, he stood behind Pythia, his huge body blocked the sun for the priestess who was standing unsteadily, and said in a low voice: " I was going to show him my Patronus."

"Have you finally learned the Patronus?"

Pythia's voice was unusually calm, her wet eyes stared at the giant's feet without blinking, and a figure kneeling in the mud, hoarse, said, "I guess your patron saint is a giant."

"That's right," Andros scratched his head, "I realized what my happiest time was when I saw Him tear apart Haierbo's defense line and lead us to charge. It turns out that our hands can also create protection." The power of the homeland... why do you know? Could this also be predicted?"

"Of course not," Pythia shook his head, "Before we set off, he gave me a set of the most popular cards in his era, called Chocolate Frog Cards, which recorded many famous wizards in history, including You."

"Do I still have this kind of treatment?"

Andros jumped in front of Pythia with surprise written all over his face. He saw Pythia take out a stack of old and new pictures from his bosom, and the smiling Pythia quickly flipped through the contents of the pictures. , but when they turned to one of them, the far-fetched joy on her and Andros' faces disappeared immediately.

In the picture, a young man with blond hair is smiling and looking at the two people who are huddled together to look at the face of the card, and he raises his hand to greet them from time to time. He is wearing a soft felt hat, and there are a few small silver balls floating around him , changing into the shape of small animals from time to time, and sometimes even taking off the hat, and pulling out a small silver falcon struggling non-stop, just like a wandering in a remote town, for the children there A magician who brings a smile.

Below Katu is a brief description of him:

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Nelson Wertning Williams (1928.1.1—?)

A member of the Knights of the Garter, the youngest user of the Patronus Charm, the second youngest Animagus in history, and a young magic scholar who was unanimously recommended by the review team of "Transfiguration Today".

Together with his partner Tom Marvolo Riddle, he destroyed the evil organization "Second Salem", which led to the reorganization of the Magical Congress of the United States, the abolition of the "International Statute of Secrecy" and the birth of the International Federation of Wizards.

This is a young fighter who is committed to equal rights for wizards and Muggles. Unlike the former slogan writers and recitations, the magic factory he established opened up a precedent for Muggles to participate in magic production and integrate wizards into Muggle society.

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"He has done so many things." Andre scratched his head. "It seems that, as he said, saving our world is just a incidental act on his journey."

"He came here to save his own world." In Pythia's eyes, the bright smile of the blond young man gradually blurred, and gradually coincided with the unforgettable memory of a quarter of an hour ago, "But we can't even protect him." he."

...

Alexandria was not so peaceful a quarter of an hour ago, it no longer presents a calm before the storm, because it is the storm.

The black vortex and the white torrent erupt in two places that are very close to each other. They tear and collide with each other, and they are compatible with each other. The battle between Nelson and Tom came to the end. One of them captured Haier's soul, and the other plundered Haier's soul. Power, squeezing the last trace of value from the dark wizard who fell into the trap, is even more exaggerated than the most stingy capitalist.

But even though they are both plundering, their situation is completely different. After Professor Binns and McGonagall arrived with some kind of magic that even Hai Erbo was afraid of, the history that had been changed once was changed again. He had no choice but to Those who succeeded died together. On the contrary, he chose to give Nelson the powerful soul he had accumulated through desire and killing as a gift.

After witnessing Professor Binns's farewell to McGonagall at the cost of his soul, Haierbo realized that the key to his defeat was that inconspicuous pocket watch, and he also discovered its biggest loophole——as a time travel The price, the person who uses it must pay a much stronger magic power than himself.

Hai Erbo didn't know the existence of Sykes Reduction, let alone why Nelson possessed more magical power than himself. This is a paradox, just like the omniscient and omnipotent god cannot create a stone that he cannot move.

But he came up with a brilliant idea, exactly the same as his own two thousand years later - to kill Nelson.

Using Horcruxes, Hai Erbo can gain endless lifespan. Although the choice Nelson forced him to make has completely shattered his upper limit, he understands that since Nelson needs to go back to the past to defeat himself, then in the future, no one but Nelson There will be people who can threaten him again.

"Since you want to change history, then I will change the future!"

This despicable wizard has finally shown the courage and vision worthy of his powerful status as the ancestor of the dark arts. You have the means to gain more magic power than yourself, right? Then I will continue to increase the weight of your soul. I will give you all the black of the misty illusion. It is equivalent to the sum of the general magic power in this world. Even if you can accumulate too much magic power, do you still have a way to get the other half? ? !

The spreading black changed its momentum of engulfing the world, and turned to condense towards the center of the battlefield again, but this time what it accumulated was no longer Haierbo's last blow, but his last gift of poisoning.

Black poured into Nelson's body without any hindrance, and Haier finally realized why he coveted Nelson's power. This had nothing to do with how powerful the "foreign aid" he called in the canyon's blocking battle, but because of him Originally from death!

"So you are the dead man! Hahahaha!"

Haierbo's self-deprecating laughter filled the sky and the earth, and the broken soul rushed towards Nelson with the black torrent. Nelson could hardly maintain himself. The evil in his heart called for that power, embracing it uncontrollably, and his soul also Become more and more powerful in devouring, even beyond the scope of control.

"Gnar!"

Tom, who had escaped from the bunker, appeared by his side, putting his hand on Nelson's shoulders. He was willing to share all this with Nelson, but he was not enough to snatch the black choice, so he could only use Mao Xin to share Hai Erbo's power, Make his brother feel better.

Nelson's ego was also swallowed up, and Haierbo's remaining consciousness secretly rejoiced. He hid himself, which was a surprise. If Nelson really fell into darkness from then on, then he would have a unique and powerful carrier for rebirth.

But at the last moment when the blackness was about to be swept away, Nelson pressed the still clockwork of the pocket watch!

The current him possesses endless power. Even if he is too big to squeeze into the passage, he can open the slit of time and space at will. He has already felt Haierbo's survival. Even at the moment of desperation, he chooses to completely eliminate This hidden danger!

Haierbo's consciousness was scattered everywhere, some were hidden in the remaining dark clouds, and some poured into Nelson's body, but at this moment, every piece of his soul felt unprecedented fear.

In the canyon of Tecmon, the man who made him taste the threat of death for the first time appeared.

Then came the second, third, fourth...

They have different costumes and different expressions. Some people's faces have undergone major changes, but their eyes and names are the same.

Nelson asked all future possibilities for help, and it was himself who responded!

Hai Erbo disappeared.

The opposite of his hope is endless despair. Even if those deeply hidden Horcruxes still exist, they are only incomplete shadows destined to be defeated by heroes after all.

His strength comes from death, but the reason he first explored death was "love". Love made him strong, but his strength made him lose his original appearance. When dark clouds began to cover the peninsula, Haierbo had already lost He has lost his past, and a person without a past is doomed to have no future.

"The person who controls death and the person from death cross time and space, and meet for the first time..."

"The powerful die under the sword of the avenger. Those who kill each other will bear two thousand years of desperate imprisonment, but they can never be killed by another person, because their existence and strength depend on the other party..."

Tom was blinded by the bright light in the center, and the prophecies that Pythia had made in Tecmon echoed in his ears.

At this time, the last condition of the prophecy has been fulfilled, and their independent existences are finally connected together due to the changes made by the two for their own purposes, making this seemingly self-contradictory prophecy fully realized.

"Which of you is the powerful and who is the avenger?"

"Who killed who? And who will bear this Qiu Jing?"

Tom's question is so thin on the plain ground, perhaps in a sense, both Nelson and Helbo successfully "killed" each other, and then sent themselves into endless prisons.

No one answered him, and a few seconds later, cheers of victory erupted from the direction of the beach, and groups of silver patron saints rejoiced, but those who really won the "victory" couldn't laugh out loud.

The lost fog disappeared, the black disappeared, and the blurred illusion that overlapped with the present world returned to its original position. The people on the other side of the world whose memory was taken away by the lost fog did not know what just happened. Human history was taken away for a long time. After another few minutes, Hai Erbo disappeared.

And Nelson, too, was gone.

The triple great Hermes will soon become a legend passed down by word of mouth as the mist of loss dissipates. In the long years, this name will be associated with countless bizarre stories and return to Mount Olympus , Returning to the illusory altar.

Tom lowered his head, and on the ground without leaving any traces, a soft felt hat lay there quietly. Tom bent down and picked up the hat, revealing a pocket watch with a broken dial. It was broken, but its structure was intact. Enough to use one last time, Tom gained the power of Helbo, and now he has enough magic power to squander for him to go home.

He was silent for a long time, kicked it a long way, and disappeared into some unknown ruins.

As if out of understanding of Tom, a cold stone fell out of the soft felt hat and fell into Tom's palm. He carefully brushed off the dust on the soft felt hat, without blinking his eyes, as if Cleaning up a great work of art.

When it became shiny again, Tom put it on his head and looked at the stone that fell from his hand—it was the semi-finished Philosopher's Stone that Professor Slughorn had given him.

Tom still remembers it, because after two thousand years many raw materials for making the Philosopher's Stone have been extinct, it has become a legend of alchemy, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his steps moved slowly, almost being knocked down by a hard object at his feet .

Tom lowered his head again, standing at his feet was the half bottle of old wine that Professor Binns had left for Nelson.

"Did you know? Professor Binns's bottle of wine was brewed by his daughter himself. I drank it like medicinal wine. Maybe there is some ancient potion in it. I'll make some for you some other day!"

That was what Nelson excitedly said to Tom when he returned to the dormitory for the first time after he started the history of magic class with only one student.

Colors of memories flashed before Tom's eyes, and his little figure was soon overwhelmed by the cheers of the shore.

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"Feel sorry."

Pythia appeared behind Tom with Andros, and whispered to Tom's back.

"Pythia!"

Tom roared, the veins on his forehead burst out, his throat was filled with the bitter taste of rust, he grabbed the priestess by the collar, and pushed her to the broken wall of the ruined town, her back was hit hard Hitting the jagged bricks and stones, his eyes went dark, and he slid softly to the ground.

Tom has never been so angry, even when he was insulted by the owner of the pet shop when he was the weakest, or encountered embarrassing injustice when he was strong, even when he bowed his head to Hai Erbo and helped the evildoer, he still remained the same. With his usual nobility, he raised his hands in front of his face, his fingertips trembling, and he could barely grasp his wand, hands so powerful and so weak.

After taking Haierbo's power, he felt stronger than ever before, but what is the meaning of this power?

"Fate will punish the irreverent who tries to manipulate it..."

Panting heavily, Tom stared at Pythia viciously, and roared, "Is this your punishment?! Pythia, is this a prophecy? Is this a prophet?! Ah? Reward... reward the victor, Tell me, what did it reward?! Ah, tell me!"

"We are a ring of destiny, and destiny will not be defeated by the mortal beings it creates..."

Pythia raised her hand, stopped Andros who wanted to help her, swallowed the blood pouring into her mouth, and said with difficulty, "Of course there won't be... there won't be a winner, I...I'm sorry .”

By the time she opened her eyes, Tom had disappeared, and those celebrating on the coast later said they saw a man dressed as a dark wizard holding a local girl, wearing a strange hat, and carrying a half-filled crystal bottle They asked for a coffin and walked into the sea. The giant who helped them take the coast also seemed to have heard his order, and stepped on his footsteps to cross joy and walk into the sea.