My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Despicable Haierbo?" Nelson's tone became serious, "I've seen his name in history books, it is said that he was a dark wizard in ancient Greece, but the books didn't mention much about his deeds. I only know that he invented a lot of dangerous and evil black magic... Isn't this kind of wizard still dead?"

"For thousands of years of dark wizards, the despicable Hai Erbo is a character comparable to Merlin." Andre looked around and waved his hand, those minions in black robes consciously spread around, Barry On the other hand, he moved closer to his ears with interest, and Andre glanced at Tom who was dozing off while listening to the mantra with his ears closed, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next."

"I'm a wizard too, I won't be afraid."

"Very good." Andre nodded, put away his incongruity and frivolity in the past, and began to slowly tell the story of Nurmengard when it was first built.

"A long time ago, about thirty years ago, I started to follow Lord Grindelwald. At that time, I was not as old as I am now. Our ideas were not recognized by the world. We were wanted by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and we lived in hiding. day."

He showed a reminiscing look of "reminiscing about the past and the long years", and it was only at this moment that he really looked like an old man in his twilight years.

"Lord Grindelwald was still a vigorous young man at that time. He felt that his ability was insufficient and he couldn't change the world in a short time, so he temporarily lowered the standard and asked us, the earliest saints, to find a place where no one has set foot. At that time, I was on an adventure in South America. I thought that the virgin forest in Brazil was full of resources and was inaccessible. It was a good place to build a paradise. While I was instigating the revolution of wizards in South America, While looking for that piece of pure land in my heart.”

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, "Until twenty years ago, Lord Grindelwald suddenly called for him. Under his call, I came to Austria. At the southern foot of the Alps, I saw the corpses of my companions all over the mountains and plains." .”

"This accident hit us hard. In the past few decades, the total number of comrades sacrificed in all the sieges from the Ministry of Magic was not as good as this one. I was terrified at that time, thinking that our organization still It will fall apart before it grows to the point where it can realize its ideal. Fortunately, Lord Grindelwald stepped forward, and he directed us to collect the corpses, and then built Nurmengard's first and tallest tower directly above the incident site. The tower—the residence of Lord Grindelwald, the tower is not only a symbol of his authority and ideals, but also a monument to commemorate the comrades who sacrificed themselves for our great cause."

"Afterwards, the investigation of the corpses caused even more mystery - there were no traces of fighting on their bodies, but they looked abnormally healthy, not like dead people at all. In contrast, the most terrifying thing is that they Their spirits are completely withered, and there is no trace of their existence, as if they were a group of walking corpses in the beginning, and their souls have been completely annihilated!"

"Did someone attack their spirits? Who is capable of attacking so many people at the same time, and is it the most difficult part of magic?" Nelson asked. He had already vaguely guessed, but this idea was too unbelievable. , "Could it be what you said, despicable Hai Erbo?"

"That's right, at the foot of the southern foot of the Alps, the most notorious and notorious evil lord in history is imprisoned—the despicable Haierbo!" The deep fear in Andre's eyes could not be suppressed at all, he My thoughts have completely drifted to the years when Nurmengard was first built.

"We have done a lot of research, but there are no results, so we have to be careful again and again, but accidents continue to happen to our companions, who either lose consciousness and die like them, or disappear completely. But Lord Grindelwald..." He found his own The backbone said reverently, "Master Grindelwald does not believe in evil at all, and finally he found out the murderer, it is the despicable Hai Erbo."

"It's impossible." Nelson shook his head, "The ancient Greece has been dead for so many years, how can the despicable Hai Erbo still be alive?"

"This is the world of magic." Barry suddenly broke into the conversation, "Nick Flamel, the national treasure of France, has lived for centuries by virtue of the Philosopher's Stone, and he is still alive now."

"But that's alchemy. There are only two Philosopher's Stones recorded in history, and each one has nothing to do with the despicable Haierbo."

"Yes," Barry looked at Andre questioningly, the latter nodded and motioned for him to talk, so Barry moved his buttocks and sat across from the two, "I told you before, my mission is to help Green Master Devore is looking for clues to the Deathly Hallows."

Seeing that Nelson nodded, he continued, "In the process of searching for the Deathly Hallows, there is one book that cannot be bypassed, and that is the wizard's fairy tale "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". Who is Beedle the Poet today? It is impossible to verify it, but I think he must be a great figure who understands many secrets of the wizarding world, and he left this book of fairy tales in the hope that the information can be spread and spread smoothly."

"Many people who hold the same point of view will also study "The Tales of Beedle the Poet", but they are often confused by the story of the three brothers, and completely unable to see the information contained in other stories, but I found it." Barry raised his eyebrows proudly, "In a story called "The Hairy Heart of the Wizard", it mentions a way to hide the heart and hide the weakness to become strong. Have you read it?"

"I've seen it."

"That would be much more convenient, and I don't have to read fairy tales to little Nelson." Barry continued, "Hiding the heart, the early wizards thought it was a 'phylactery' to make themselves into a ghost, But this idea seems too ridiculous, and the weakness of wizards is not the heart, in fact, this is a metaphor, which refers directly to one of the most evil and mysterious black magic - the Horcrux."

"Horcrux?" Nelson lowered his head and repeated the word with unpredictable expressions on his face.

"Do you know about Horcruxes?" Barry seemed to be amused by his own question, and he said immediately, "How could you know, and I don't want to tell you more, you just need to know that this is a kind of horror that most dark wizards Everyone thinks that evil magic can divide the soul of the caster by some cruel method and hide it in another object. As long as that part of the soul is not destroyed, the caster will never really die , according to my research, the despicable Hai Erbo is the first wizard in history to successfully create a Horcrux."

"And the history books did not record the final fate of this dark wizard, nor did it mention that someone destroyed his Horcrux." Barry's face became serious, "So I have reason to believe that the despicable Hai Erbo has already realized it with this magic. Another kind of immortality."

"That's right, the despicable Hai Erbo survived with his horcrux, and that horcrux disappeared. But he was indeed dead, in a duel thousands of years ago." Andre narrowed his eyes, After taking over the topic, he continued, "And Nurmengard's body is preserved underground, and many exquisite protection spells and curses have been cast on the body. Even today, thousands of years later, our people dare not easily Touch it."

"Since he's dead..."

"No, if you think about it carefully, a wizard with a Horcrux will never really die. But he was indeed defeated in a duel thousands of years ago, then killed, and finally buried." Andre Shaking his head, "His body is connected to the Misty Illusion, which is the last stop before dying, and the despicable Haierbo locked his soul in the human world because of the horcrux, but his broken body after splitting The soul is no longer enough for him to have the power to return to the world - think about it, he has been wandering in the illusion for thousands of years."

"Misty fantasy..."

"That's right, because the entrance to the Misty Illusion connected to the body of the despicable Haierbo may be the only entrance in the world, so the wizards know very little about it. We only understood some of its superficial properties after we paid the price of blood. For example, the mist of loss that escapes regularly, it will continue to destroy the minds of those who come into contact with it, and erode their souls, and the companion who was responsible for guarding the corpse in the first place is now unconscious."

"Misty fog?"

"Nelson, I don't know why your transfiguration creates mist, maybe it just looks alike - that's the despicable Haierbo's daily attempts to get out of trouble, it's hard to imagine a person living in a world with nothing After being lost in the space for thousands of years, he can still maintain such a strong will to survive." Andre's expression was full of fear, "He would try to attack the entrance of the Misty Illusion every new moon night, so Lord Grindelwald set up I cast the corresponding protective spell, and used the spirit of the whole city to suppress the gap in the corpse during the new moon days."

"From this point of view, our contribution to the world is so much higher than those officials who have a vegetarian meal." Barry said proudly, and praised his Lord Grindelwald again.

"I'm going to see the battle situation." Nelson stood up with a complicated look on his face. He didn't expect that there was such a big secret hidden in the underground of Nurmengard. Tom stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the exploding forest below.

"I think you should stay away from them." Tom looked back and found several saints gathered together talking about something, so he whispered, "Building a city on the head of the despicable Haierbo, and Horcruxes and so on , they are just crazy."

"Aren't you?" Nelson turned to look at Tom, raising his eyebrows.

"You don't really think that if I don't listen, then I really don't listen?"