My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson looked at the eavesdropper who ran away from the top of the building with a smile, and he could vaguely see a head of long hair raised.

Perhaps a witch from some wizarding gang? Without thinking too much, he turned his head and looked at Borgin Bock, who was pointing at him and trembling. The magic eye had long been out of control due to violent emotional fluctuations, blood vessels and veins sprang up around the eye sockets, and it was turning chaotically. The speed of reaction looked in all directions, but only avoided Nelson and Moody who was blocked by him.

A huge amount of information flooded into Borgin Bock's mind almost at the same time, which made his already old and decayed soul even more overwhelmed. Although he had a splitting headache, he couldn't even raise his hand to cover his temple. With his wand taken away by Moody, he couldn't even cast the simplest analgesic magic. Borgin Burke, who had lived for hundreds of years, felt the pain of approaching death at this moment.

It was a pitch-black nothingness that could not be seen, as if a struggling person was constantly pushed into the water by brute force, swaying repeatedly amid the stinging pain of choking water and breathing, the information of the whole city was captured by the ancient and powerful magic eye. Recorded in detail, poured into his memory without screening, and the past that once belonged to him is about to be covered and erased by this horrible memory. He is about to lose himself in this passive "observation" of Berlin .

The picture in front of him gradually became distorted and blurred, like pouring hot water on a newly completed painting, the colors are blurred and the boundaries are blurred. This is the brain's self-protection mechanism. In a trance, Borgin Bock seemed to hear the words of his ancestors He even had a hallucination that he had never seen before - a brightly colored train galloped across the endless white field, and the end of the railroad track was a black stone gate that could not be seen in its entirety, like a misty veil hanging over the gate. Floating on the beam, sound, light, and everything that enters the door are mercilessly swallowed, no trace of information can break free from it, and escape from the unknown behind the veil.

He heard an ancient whisper that sounded like a snake, struggling to crawl out from the missing corner of the veil, but the unknown gravitational force behind the door was too huge, the whisper was intermittent, and the last bit of timbre could not be heard. It was crushed to pieces, and the black door, like a huge mouth of an abyss, rushed towards him amidst the breathtaking wind!

"Hey," Borgin Bock only felt his collar being grabbed by something, and he was pulled violently. Like a person who was rescued from drowning, he clutched his violently heaving chest and sucked the air greedily. , the shriveled lungs were filled with vitality again in the severe pain, Borgin Bock ignored the pain, his rickety body became thinner, and the luxurious robe on his body became as if it had just been fished out of the water. Drenched and heavy, from the field of view of his good eye, he saw the blurred figure of Igor Karkaroff, who was pulling his collar and raised his hand high, "Are you okay?"

The fear in Borgin Bock's heart was replaced by ecstasy, and he was certain that the power that brought him back from death to reality came from the resurrection stone! The previous doubts dissipated, and only the resurrection stone possessed this power. After he thought he had seen the fear and magnificence of death, Borgin Bock's desire for the resurrection stone almost replaced the massive information absorbed by the magic eye, filling his mind , Keep all other thoughts firmly at the bottom.

Seeing that the slap was about to fall, Borgin Bock waved his hands again and again: "Mr. Karkaroff...cough! I...cough...I'm fine."

"Give back the wand to Mr. Bock, don't be so impolite." Nelson put down his hand in disappointment, but still patted his old face, and said suspiciously: "Don't think I don't know, you are full of bad water."

"How dare I?" Borgin Burke smiled and caught the wand thrown by Moody, his eyes avoiding Karkaroff's face in fear, the magic eye couldn't even see anything, he was afraid He stretched out his hand and touched the eye socket, but the frightening thing was that not only could he not touch the magic eye, but he couldn't even touch the slit the skin made for the eyeball, "I...my..."

"Your eyes seem to be crazy, Mr. Bock," Nelson saw that he could still speak normally, and let go of the hand that was tearing his collar, allowing Borgin Bock to stumble backwards, leaning against the wall of the alley, using two Nelson shrugged his shoulders and said, "To tell you the truth, before I became an antique dealer, I worked as a Dems Trang's school doctor, if you insist on pulling it away, you will die."

Even if he didn't want to believe Nelson's words, Borgin Bock stopped and looked over nervously.

"It shouldn't be your eyes. We can't control ourselves from seeing things we shouldn't see, let alone have a sharp and sensitive eye that doesn't belong to us," Nelson shrugged. It can be said that you are a talent, Mr. Bok, even a person who loves antiques like me would not dare to put this ancient organ on himself. Do you think this is a shortcut for you to gain power? You implanted a It's a horrible parasite, I suggest you don't use a knife or something to open your eyelids until your emotions and magic power calm down, otherwise, tsk tsk."

Borgin Burke pressed hard on the eye socket containing the magic eye, the eye was still inside, his heart sank back into his stomach, he glanced at Nelson gratefully, and called out "Mr. Karkaroff" emotionally , and then slipped and rushed towards Nelson.

"Don't blackmail me," Nelson took a step back, "I won't follow your set."

"Of course I...Of course I didn't," Borgin Bock nearly fell over, leaned against the wall and stood up gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead and hitting the dry ground, "I This is an old problem, Mr. Karkaroff, it has nothing to do with you, but thank you for saving me, as I am getting older, this thing is a little out of control."

"What about your own eyes?" Nelson asked. "You probably need them more."

"That kind of useless thing was thrown away by me many years ago," Bojin Burke smiled weakly, "Maybe it was fed to the dogs, who knows."

"That's a pity." Nelson made a helpless expression, and he raised his hand to show the ring of the Gaunt family. "Why don't you throw away your *? Even if it's a treasure like the Resurrection Stone, There is no way to specify the resurrection of the eye you discarded."

"Resurrection stone..." Borgin Bock completely forgot that he had just walked on the edge of life and death, and his eyes were immediately locked on Nelson's finger. He didn't dare to pounce on it again this time, but just stared at it from a distance. Even if he tried his best to hide his greed, the swallowing appearance was really easy to understand - he can't be blamed for this, no matter how good an actor is, it's hard to restrain himself when his true feelings are revealed, but fortunately, there is something in this plot A very patient director, Nelson patiently listened to him ask, "Is it really possible to resurrect the dead?"

"At least it's much better than the walking dead you played with," Nelson curled his lips. "By the way, have you still engaged in the army of ghosts these years?"

"I...how could it be?" Borgin Bock wiped the sweat from his forehead, and denied it flatly, "After seeing your power last time, I realized that this kind of low and vicious spell is not only ineffective against strong The enemy, on the contrary, is not so...moral."

"Tsk," Nelson shook his head, "I can hear this word here in my lifetime. I'm afraid you will fail because you think your legion is not big enough, but it will get worse instead?"

"Hehe, how could it be?" Borgin Burke denied one after another, "I would venture to ask, Mr. Karkaroff, is the Resurrection Stone... really the same as what is said in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"?"

"Let me tell you a secret, Borgin Bock," Nelson said proudly in an undisguised tone, "Grindelwald is invincible because of the Elder Wand, and the Resurrection Stone juxtaposed with it is a rare one throughout the ages. A rare treasure."

Bojin Burke fell into the dream of using the corpse to create a group of invincible dead army after obtaining the resurrection stone. They are no longer walking dead, but full of wisdom because of the gift of death. They can use the magic of life, the magic in the eye socket The eyes are connected to him, the emperor of the dead, they are like beasts, fearless of pain and death, they are an invincible army that conquers the world!

This is a treasure born for him! For this reason, he is willing to give everything and make all attempts. Even if he knows that Igor Karkarov and Igor Karkarov are not good people, he is willing to step into the trap himself. In the gamble of Resurrection Stone, I, who has been operating in Berlin for a long time, will become the final winner.

"I'm not selling it." Nelson reminded him in a low voice, pulling him back to reality, "Your expression is disgusting."

"Hey..." Borgin Bock rubbed his hands, showing a businessman's sly smile, "It's just that the price is not enough."

"I'm afraid you will get a huge price tag."

"My treasure house, I guarantee your satisfaction..."

After the accident, the three of them went on the road again, and the wizard who hid under the carriage downstairs in the banquet hall was still hanging on the wall alone.

"You're so brave."

Before turning away from the alley, Nelson stopped and turned to look at the roof that had been blown down not long ago. After staring at him for a second, an eye hidden behind the broken brick shrank like a frightened rabbit. Going back, he shook his head, raised his arm, and pointed there with his wand. After noticing his movement, the woman who had run away before suddenly stood up from the ruins, turned her head, and fled like flying away.

Not only is this woman not as hideous as a witch who is used to black magic, but she is handsome, even a little beautiful, and the dust and blood on her face cannot conceal her youthful appearance. She was preparing for an apparition pose, but her face didn't show much horror of being discovered, but instead revealed a trace of unexplained expectation and joy.

"The stone that raised the dead..."

In the process of running away, the woman talking to herself seemed to hear Nelson's voice, and she turned her head in horror. Fortunately, Nelson didn't follow, but she didn't notice that a silver dragonfly had quietly landed on her On the hairpin, it became a carved flower like the rest of the decoration on the hairpin, and just after she escaped by apparating on the roof of another building, Nelson's spell fell on the spot where she was standing.

"boom!"

"What's wrong?!" Borgin Bock turned his head vigilantly and confused, looking at Nelson who put away his wand and the collapsed house behind him, wondering what he was doing, "Did someone attack you?"

"What do you think?" Nelson shrugged. "This place is truly hospitable."

"To tell you the truth," Borgin Bock continued to lead the way, "the Muggles here are even more vicious than those outside. They even killed a few wolf cubs a while ago. God knows what they used to do it? Is it really a novel? The silver-plated crossbow bolts in the movie?"

"You might be confused with the vampire novels."

Moody lowered his head and followed behind the two of them. When he knew that he was in Prussia, the legendary magic cave full of black wizards, he had already made no less than twenty battle plans in his heart, including but not limited to When Nelson fell into the trap because of his arrogance, the hero appeared to save the senior.

But all this seemed to be very different from what he had imagined. Moody stroked his wand. He had only used it twice since arriving in Prussia. man, and the other time when he took Borgin Bock's wand not long ago.

In his impression, apart from changing a carriage, shooting two impediment spells meaninglessly into the sky, and blocking Borgin Burk's eyes with a transfiguration spell, Nelson did not perform any magical actions. The bloody battle and the collision of spells did not appear at all, and he even began to doubt the meaning of his presence here. After all, only from the goal of penetrating into the enemy, Nelson relied on his mouth and the crudely made The ring already does it all.

He seems to be just a prop called "nephew", even if it is a Shiba Inu raised by the Karkaroff family since childhood, it will make no difference.

Is this how Aurors really work at their best? Moody scratched his head, beginning to doubt the Auror manual he knew by heart.

"Why are you standing there?" Nelson's call brought him back to reality, Moody raised his head, and not far ahead, Nelson was standing at the entrance of the alley and beckoning to him, "Are you going to let your most beloved uncle go deep alone? Is it the devil's lair?"

Moody curled his lips and chased after him. He didn't doubt at all that Nelson had the ability to wipe out the "devil's lair" alone, and even had a chance to trick this group of black wizards into killing each other, just like... Moody shook his head and put Bad thoughts were expelled from his mind, and now he slowly solidified a guess - Nelson called him to find a boring toy during the boring travel.

As he pondered how long it would take to sneak around the secret vault the "Auror way," Moody ran after it.