My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Push forward, push forward!"

Professor Slughorn's obese figure was simply the most eye-catching target in the battlefield where spells were flying everywhere. He dodged the chaotic spells in a panic, but even so, he still didn't take a step back, and his thick wizard robe was rubbed against. Being riddled with holes, he felt a shudder in his heart, raised his head, and stared fixedly at the berserk basilisk. He tore off his collar, revealing the potion bottles fastened to the belt buckle on the inner lining of his jacket. His face was flushed red: "Make room for the people behind! Hurry up!"

Just a few minutes ago, Slytherin stepped out of the painting holding Gryffindor's sword and protruding from the crowd, turning into a wisp of thick ink dotted with golden red, flying across the basilisk in front of everyone. Above his head, his figure quickly condensed from the ink, holding the sword behind his back, and shouted at his feet: "Royna!"

Even if neither of them is the Big Four himself, in this special reunion of the Big Four, whether he exists in the form of a portrait or Ravenclaw is preserved in the form of memory, they are all awakened. The tacit understanding of fighting side by side when Hogwarts was founded thousands of years ago.

Slytherin's left hand brushed against the blade, and dark red blood like ink flowed along the blood groove on the blade. The ancient inscription left by the goblin was beating like a heart under the stimulation of the blood. Godric Gryffin The reason why he was able to stand out from the crowd and become the best in that era when there were many powerful wizards was not only because he possessed unparalleled experience in magic and duels, but also because of this cold weapon that had been abandoned by the times as his lifelong partner. Unstoppable sharpness.

The goblin masters the world's most fantastic and sophisticated alchemy and forging skills. This luxurious and beautiful weapon exudes dazzling brilliance even if it has been dusted in history for a thousand years. There is a Gryffindor hidden in the blade that grows stronger with each battle. The secret—the blade forged by the goblin will absorb everything that can strengthen it. Gryffindor, who never stops fighting and challenging, makes it drink the blood of powerful enemies one after another. Their strongest parts remain in this sword.

It has been hungry and thirsty for too long, and now, a powerful wizard with the same name as its former owner has fed it with himself.

The moment he set foot on the battlefield, Slytherin was already aware of the difficulty of the situation. Haierbo, a powerful enemy that only existed in history, seemed to be in a somewhat unstable mental state, but this actually made his black magic more ruthless and terrifying , They are like wild beasts, harvesting the lives of all people, and the power like death itself will become stronger after absorbing life. As soon as he stepped on the ground, Slytherin felt the exhaustion in his body The poor magical power is slowly passing away, and he couldn't help but think of a legend that has been passed down for many years among black magic researchers - as the creator of black magic, Hai Erbo has already been upgraded to a greater and more essential existence. This person is trading with Hai Erbo at a price that he does not know, and obtains a simpler but more powerful power. This sounds like nonsense, but the feeling of the body makes Slytherin, the master of black magic He had to accept the fact that in this battle, he had been abolished with the most powerful weapon.

He quickly understood that Haierbo's powerful servant had to be dealt with first. Although there was a weird guy in front of him desperately fighting with Haierbo, he was clearly at a disadvantage. He seemed to be cursed but would not However, when the crazy Hai Erbo realizes that he only needs to control the man's actions and free his hands, the professors at Hogwarts will surely suffer from annihilation under the attack of him and the basilisk .

Fortunately, he has never relied on profound black magic. Slytherin jumped on top of the basilisk. As the creator of the basilisk in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets, he knows no less about this high-risk magical animal than Helbo. On the one hand, he is not a real life, and the life-depriving gaze of the basilisk cannot harm him. On the other hand, he simply stands in the dead corner of the basilisk's sight—on top of its head, and this armless monster is not at all Couldn't sweep it off.

unless--

The offended basilisk smelled the strange smell of blood above its head, and its tail was raised high. At this moment, Slytherin's voice reached Royna's ears. She immediately bent down and clapped her hands on the On the ground, the beautiful skin was covered with rough folds like bark, and it became reddened by the golden cup placed between her hands, exuding scorching heat. Her fingers stretched rapidly and turned into tough vines, Into the dead silence of the earth.

A drop of tree sap slipped from the corner of her eye, flowed down her bark-like cheek to her chin, and fell into the golden cup. The gravity falling from a high place made it roll around in the golden cup and splashed out like a pearl. In the cracks in the ground, the next second, the feet of everyone shook violently, and the professors who were not standing still supported each other, staring at the direction of the basilisk. They were no longer afraid to look at the basilisk, because it had already Imprisoned by a towering yew forest, the ancient Albanian tree that bears the memory of Rowena Ravenkalaw breeds her offspring here, and the sap flowing through Hufflepuff's golden cup becomes the most powerful fertilizer for plant growth, Their annual rings expand round and round, spanning the growth that should have gone through thousands of years in an instant. The dense ancient trees completely stuck the huge body of the basilisk, and their tough wooden bodies were strong enough to withstand the impact of the basilisk. .

Slytherin stood firm, ignoring his bleeding hand, holding the hilt behind his hands, and raised the sharp sword high. No one knew what the paint on him was made of, only the sword A pitch-black sharpness flashed on the front, enough to make everyone avoid their eyes, and the light dispersed. He half-kneeled on the scales on the top of the basilisk's head, and inserted the sword deeply and root-wise into its orange-yellow eyeballs.

The hilt of the sword was turned over, and the tip of the sword emerged from the other eyeball. The eyeball of the basilisk was cut open by Slytherin, and the stinky dark green blood gushed out like a fountain, and was stretched out to the yew tree in front of it. Ye blocked everything, and it instantly corroded the leaves into coke like a strong acid, and Slytherin had already got up with his sword in his hand, and stood above the other eye of the basilisk, looking down at the empty eyes of the basilisk. A trace of panic was seen in the eyes of the crazy monster.

Without too much hesitation, the sword was plunged down again, and the pain finally passed along the sluggish nerves of the basilisk to its underdeveloped brain. Under the maintenance of Roy's magical power, their rebirth speed far exceeded the speed of the basilisk gnawing. The woods became denser and gradually became impenetrable, and the wild and long branches stretched out to all the gaps they could find. Soon, the huge basilisk was like a mosquito wrapped in amber, squeezed motionless into the pitifully small gap.

Its hard bones continue to crack under the compression of the trees, no matter how strong it is, it can't withstand the compression of space.

"laugh--"

Slytherin pulled out the sword and waved it casually, but his movements were really inferior to Nelson who had practiced hard to wield the sword. Fortunately, no one saw him, and the two eyeballs of the basilisk had already solidified into two quilts. The pain caused by the cracks running through the boulder and the damage of the weakest and most important organ caused its body to convulse. The snake couldn't do it, but the painful roar that hit the soul hit the professors gathered in front of the door like a tide.

Countless spells condensed by the magic power of monsters came like a torrential rain, and the yew trees rose from the ground, but were torn apart by the spells before they became mature. Professor Slughorn threw his magic spells forward. The medicine bottle, other professors also showed their special abilities, and some even took out their treasured chocolate frog pictures as if they were praying. With such a powerful defense as the ultimate guardian, under the influence of the roar of the basilisk's soul, their actions also became slow, but none of them retreated into the door, and instead allocated their strength to protect the portal.

It is not only where their reinforcements are about to arrive, but also the last gate to protect the students.

Professor Slughorn sighed, it seems that it is not enough to recruit only Tom as a new professor this year.

"It must be blocked..."

At the last moment of the basilisk's dying counterattack, the horn of counterattack sounded behind the professors.

When the light of the first spell came on, Professor Slughorn, who was in dire straits, couldn't help but turn his head, wanting to see who could be distracted and fight back under such circumstances, when he saw At the moment of the gate, he was almost blinded by the dazzling golden light.

The headmaster of Beauxbatons, Constance in her dazzling golden robe, finally arrived with their brave friends at this critical moment. Unlike the Hogwarts professors who rushed over, they seemed to have been prepared , prepared his own collection early, even though they almost all come from the same well-known alumnus - Nicole Flamel.

The statues wearing the armor of the Chasseurs charged forward, and the stone statues of the shields held high rapidly became larger under the magic of Professor Beauxbatons, and the shields like buildings stood firmly in front of them.

"By one step, Constance, turn off the light on your fluffy clothes."

Lazy voices sounded behind Professor Beauxbatons, and magical animals covering the sky and the sun like migrating wildebeest rushed out of the door, or birds or beasts, and together with their combined masters, they sprinkled their last Handy spell.

"Is everyone here?"

Professor Slughorn heaved a sigh of relief. The timely reinforcements eased his heartbeat a lot. Constance turned into a golden silhouette and landed on Slughorn on a Pegasus like a female general fighting in the battlefield. Beside Professor Horn, she tightened the reins, Pegasus's front hooves were raised high, and its wings spread, covering the face of Sigmund who had just put on a masterful look.

"you--"

"You don't think there are only three magic schools in Europe in this world, do you?"

Constance jumped off her horse, and behind them, in the gate leading to the world, the sound of footsteps that was so strong and magnificent was like drumbeats, kicking off the prelude to the war to defend the era.

The smoke and dust in front cleared away, the yew forest had disappeared, and the distorted body of the basilisk was only left with bones, and cracks like spider webs were spreading on the bones. The schools that couldn't wait to line up arrived at the battlefield with their own methods. The Yunque Heavenly Palace dispersed the dark clouds, pyramid-shaped buildings rose from the ground, and the magma gushing out of the ground cracks brought out boats driving on the ground. In the blizzard that appeared, a strong figure in fur walked out...

More professors from the magic school came out of the door, and they stood in a group, some more, some less, far more than the eleven that most people thought.

"It should be here now."

An old voice sounded at the end of the crowd. Teacher Slughorn turned his head and saw Professor Twelve Trees, who was much older than the last time we met, walking out of the gate with the help of a girl wearing a red bow.

"Are the Aurors down?"

Professor Twelve Trees looked around the battlefield. It seemed that only this group of people remained in Berlin. Warriors who had turned into stone statues stood around, silently recounting the tragic battle not long ago. ?"

"The basilisk has been wiped out."

"That's good," he lowered his head, patted Lori Ann's hand, and whispered in her ear, "Go."

...

"It seems that you don't have a thorough understanding of death. I suggest you pick up my gun and put it on your temple, 'bang—', die hard, and learn hard."

Ivy, who was bundled into a mummy, hung upside down on an arc-shaped broken wall. Even so, he did not stop the output from his mouth, "Didn't you notice? You are a little dazed now, do you remember who you are? What do you wizards call you? Despicable Haibobo, huh?"

Haierbo ignored him, and walked towards Nagini, who was lying limp on the ground with a gloomy face. His peripheral vision glanced at the professors who were approaching him, and his face became even more gloomy.

...

"Bang bang—bang bang—"

Aberforth ran wildly in the dark corridor, and the darkness didn't slow him down, because he heard the heartbeat coming straight ahead.

The light was right in front of him, he stumbled into it, stepped on the ground, and fell into a huge space in the shape of an inverted triangle.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he drew out his wand and used the floating spell to stop the falling momentum. The platform at the bottom was full of ever-burning candles. It seemed that people often came here to pay respects. A gorgeous coffin lay there quietly, On the candle-lit table in front of it was but one tribute—

A heart covered with black hair was pierced by a long silver sword in the shape of a clock hand. Howling souls poured out from the pierced gap, and flowed back from another gap opposite.

An ancient stone tablet is inscribed with the same sentence in various languages.

"There is a victim of a magical tragedy sleeping here, take what you need, please don't disturb her."

There were abrupt footsteps behind him and Alphard's exclamation, and Aberforth turned sideways to catch Black who was rolling down.

"Oh! I know this, The Tales of Beedle the Bard! The hairy heart of a wizard!"