My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Fine, that's what I want to see."

Tom held his heart and stood above the sky of Berlin. The beating heart couldn't move under the grip of his fingers. Black blood gushed out from the broken artery. After breaking free from the heavy pressure in the heart, it quickly expanded into a howling soul. This heart has borne unimaginable sins. Even at this time, these souls who died tragically under the hands of their masters are still faithfully executing the orders of their murderers, using the magic power to annihilate their own souls to launch a suicide attack on Tom.

He ignored these harassments. In a sense, letting them kill themselves was a relief for these souls who had been imprisoned for thousands of years. The explosion of magic power was repeated around Tom, but he was not affected in any way. Instead it was a splendid firework, dotted with scenes at Tom's feet that pleased his silent heart at last.

"Perhaps only when this crisis of destroying the world comes, can mankind realize the ridiculousness of the dispute..."

Under his feet, the city of Berlin, which could no longer see its original appearance, was crowded with people.

Tom stared at the battlefield. For most people, this war lasted even a day. To him, it was already a vague memory of two thousand years ago. With different shades of lines, he reproduced for him what happened from the moment when the missionary was born, sacrificed mayflies and caused the door of death to open until now.

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At first, it was only Nelson and his friends and followers who fought against Haibo, but soon, the wizards who realized the situation responded, and the Aurors who had met Nelson not long ago were being taken over by Dumbledore. Under the leadership of the International Federation of Wizards, he stood by Nelson's side.

But as the ancestor of black magic, ordinary people can't resist such a powerful enemy. Therefore, Muggles armed by missionaries gathered together and used the meager magic power they borrowed to form a spell comparable to the most powerful wizard. .

But the estrangement still exists, and the people who fight side by side are well aware of the truth of not being my race. Discrimination and suspicion will not be talked about at such a critical juncture, but they still exist in people's hearts. Back to Muggles, and no Muggles would listen to a wizard's command - not to mention, they had already experienced a war with heavy casualties before joining forces.

Gradually waking up, Haierbo has regained more and more power. In this black and white world, how many people have used the cheap but powerful black magic? Tom doesn't know, but what he knows is that when Haier recalled that he could recover his debt from the use of black magic, most of the Aurors could no longer continue to fight. At a critical moment, Grindelwald rushed to Now, a powerful wizard has taken over the war, and Nelson and he are also at this moment going back in time through the time-turner, trying to find a way to defeat Haierbo and reproduce it.

Under such estrangement, even if some people are fighting desperately, the power of unity has not really been brought into play. Haierbo has a lot of tactics to deal with crowds. The eyes of the basilisk are indiscriminate killers. After being tampered with, under the delay of several strong men, he finally awakened his powerful servants and completed the clearing. Dumbledore and Grindelwald who broke into the memory have not returned yet, but Tom is sure that they must What did he do, because now Haierbo's memory is so confused that he lost his mind.

Alexander has exhausted his last magic power and fell into a deep sleep. What awaits him is an undefended door that can lead to every corner of the world.

At this moment, the last line of defense was erected——

The teachers from the magic school arrived in Berlin with the heart of protecting the students, and the missionaries also left their petrified partners under the gaze of the basilisk, looking for the next partner who can fight side by side. This kind of transmission is extremely cold, But for human beings, it is an inheritance that cannot be warmer.

Wizards, Muggles, teachers, workers... After Nelson's global broadcast fermented for a day and a night, all the people who could fight arrived at the battlefield at dusk. They were not as powerful as Dumbledore, not like Aurors Well-trained, not as loyal as Nelson's followers, not as visionary as the politicians of the International Confederation of Wizards, not as ambitious as the exiles of Nurmengard.

But the iron curtain-like barrier between them has become a wall thinner than paper in the thousands of years of history, and they also have a helper that they have never had before—— Under Tom's deliberate control, the spirit hidden in the chocolate frog pictures has been passed down for thousands of years.

"The enemy of an era ends with the era itself. History should not be a drama of heroes, but a song of praise."

He straightened his soft felt hat, clenched his heart tightly, and the magic power poured into the broken blood vessels generously. Countless sharp edges stirred in the atrium and ventricle, and he announced the death struggle to Haierbo.

At the same time as the event of annihilating the Second Salem, twelve hidden places of Haierbo Horcruxes were discovered in every corner of the world. The local wizards solved the crisis they brought, counting the Second Salem Hum, exactly thirteen places. This is also the number of Haierbo's Horcruxes that most people who know the inside story think. From everyone's point of view, Haierbo's Horcruxes have been wiped out. In this world, it will no longer be an unkillable monster.

However, there is one doubt that always haunts the minds of those who witnessed the battle of Second Salem. From there, they entered the twilight illusion and saw only a hotbed for dementors, and the operators of Second Salem relied on it. This way of creating silence by torturing people, there is no Horcrux there.

Hai Erbo is not a person who likes to settle down. Thirteen is his favorite number, so the foundation of his longevity must also be consistent. This doubt has been kept in the hearts of Nelson and Tom, until the end of this time. Brigade, the answer to the question is finally made public.

The hairy heart in Tom's hand, the prototype of the fable in "The Tales of Poet Beadle", is the most important Horcrux that Haierpo should have hidden in the original history, containing his most powerful power.

When Tom just arrived, Hai Erbo, who was chasing after smelling the scent, had already squeezed out of the air. He stared at the furry heart in Tom's hand with his eyes open. He could feel the heart being pinched by a powerful magic force. , in anger, he opened his mouth, his jaw opened like a snake with a hole bigger than his head, violent black magic power gushed out from every place where he could breathe, his figure disappeared, and the afterimage that was as fast as lightning opened his teeth and danced his claws Pounced on Tom.

"Get out of here."

Tom squinted at Hai Erbo in disgust, and the figure of the devil was no longer in his sight. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Hai Erbo by the throat, and grabbed him out of the air.

A hint of surprise flashed across Haierbo's all-black eyes, like a cheetah that has dominated the grassland all its life is tasting the prey that cannot outrun itself, and looking down to see the shadow cast by the eagle's wings.

"Go and meet your destiny."

Tom closed his eyes and exerted a slight force on his fingers covered in black smoke.

"Crack."

Haierbo's neck was broken so easily, and his hard tibia was crushed. His wide-eyed eyes were full of astonishment, and he couldn't understand why he couldn't defend against Tom's magic. At the same time, with a beating pointer With a soft sound, a layer of silver halo floated into Haierbo's eyes, and his movements became sluggish. In the mixed memories, he saw a fragment of himself being buried. The traitor plundered, he wanted to liquidate, but the controlled body couldn't make even a single movement.

Tom let go of his hand, and Hai Erbo's body fell straight down. Professor Slughorn, who had noticed the black dot in the sky early, suddenly found that another black dot was breaking away from the original dot, heading towards them. The direction where Haierbo was originally standing fell rapidly.

He jumped out of the crowd and was eagerly bowing his head and saying to himself, "My class is boring? I can only read textbooks? I don't know the real thing?" Professor Mellors.

"Haha, Albus! I'm still one step ahead of you!"

When Tom choked Hai Erbo by the neck and threw him to the ground, on the battlefield in Berlin, people who were ready to go heard an untimely laugh, but they didn't immediately search for the source of the sound, because the next second , Hai Erbo's distorted body hit the ground heavily.

The fall from a high altitude was enough to kill any creature, and his body made a big hole on the ground, raising dust all over the sky.

Without a second of hesitation, countless spells fell on him. For street gangsters, group fights may only cause harm to a few people who come into contact with the beaten, but magic complements the essence of this art of group fights. Unfortunately, it can hit the target from various tricky angles. In an instant, Haierbo's body, which was too miserable to look directly after landing, was submerged by the curse.

Professor Slughorn puffed out his stomach triumphantly, turned his head, and wanted to show credit to Slytherin's old head, Slytherin, but he found that Slytherin didn't look at him at all, and didn't even get involved in beating the dog in the water Instead, he has been staring at the black spot on the top of his head that has not fallen yet.

"Professor Slytherin, is that Hai Erbo's backhand?"

"No," Slytherin looked away, looked at the packed crowd, and shook his head, "Let them spread out...I feel the breath of some old acquaintances."

Professor Slughorn didn't get to the bottom of it, he responded, and while organizing a volley of make-ups, he directed the crowd to retreat. He understood that Hai Erbo would not be defeated so easily, so he quickly organized the manpower To deal with his possible counterattack.

"Don't be nervous," Slytherin thought of a group of people who had found him many years ago, "just to make room."

Among the crowd, some unsightly wizards took out their treasured childhood toys-one by one old pictures of chocolate frogs. Hermes has always been hiding in the dark, using their own methods to help the world reduce the damage that may be caused by crisis after crisis. While promoting the development of magic with exquisite articles one after another, they send out a message to every proud child of the era. Invite, leave behind the strength they are proud of.

The white mist filled the air. Seeing this scene, McGonagall, who had arrived late and was standing outside the crowd, thought it was Nelson who had returned. She took a deep breath and held her breath, but what happened in the next second made her a little disappointed , but she cheered up quickly, because out of the mist were faces she was very familiar with.

The great figures buried in the thick volume of history stepped out of the crowd one by one, and they used the magic left in their first chocolate frog as a carrier, and appeared in the future that they could not reach in the form of glimpses .

"I now believe what Godric said," Slytherin narrowed his eyes, put Professor Slughorn aside, and said to Royna beside him, "Helbo didn't choose to be resurrected in our time, yes Because I'm afraid that we... this era doesn't seem to be full of talents like before, but..."

He shrugged, looked at Royna with a helpless smile.

"Helbo, do you remember now?"

Haierbo's body was swollen and distorted under the catalysis of magic power, and his face was beyond recognition. In the organ that could no longer be called his ear, the question that Tom and Nelson asked several times sounded again, "Why did you pursue power in the first place? !"

He struggled to open his mouth, which could not be called a mouth, and countless straight chains shot out from the hero's hands, wrapping around his body covered by violent magic power.

His soul is like a marionette tied by countless ropes, and an irresistible force emanates from the end of each rope. Finally, as Tom in the sky crushes Mao's heart, his eternal desire , his ambition to become the king of the world, his past, the answers he failed to say, and even his existence, all vanished into thin air, as if they had never appeared.

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"You smell, Mr. Riddle."

The famous Nicole Flamel walked slowly towards Tom with the support of Marguerite. His almost transparent old skin had completely lost its vitality, and it seemed that it would crack if it was pulled lightly. A pair of ghostly eyes Under the large size of the reading glasses, the old man was frighteningly big, taking small steps, the old man picked up a glass of champagne held by the waiter, and raised a glass to Tom, "I believe you should know Margaret, she has been a patient I have taken care of since she was a child, and now It's healed."

Tom came back to his senses and nodded to Nicole Flamel.

"That's the smell of the Philosopher's Stone," said Nicole Flamel softly. "Have you found a new Philosopher's Stone?"

"Sorry, excuse me."

Tom looked at the magnificent banquet hall all around. The celebration cake was as high as three floors, and everyone's faces were full of smiles. He squeezed past Nico Flamel and almost broke his ribs.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Tom raised his hand to apologize, his eyes fell on Margaret, his eyes lit up immediately, he grabbed Margaret's wrist, and asked loudly, "Did you see Gnar?"

Margaret shook her head blankly.

"Our hero must be tired." Professor Slughorn grabbed Tom's shoulders and pushed him in front of the cake. "The damage done to Tom by the last horcrux has not been completely eradicated until now. Don't worry, we found it." The most excellent magic medicine and Muggle brain experts will definitely make him healthy as before! But before that, let our hero do the first cut!"

"Gnar?" Not far away, Marguerite's doubtful voice came weakly, "Mr. Flamel, who is that?"

Tom was surrounded by cheers, and almost everyone in the auditorium was cheering, whether they were Muggles or wizards, except for a few people who seemed out of place in the corner. As the cheers became more intense, Tom's sense of weightlessness became stronger. , almost suffocating in the constant fall.