My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This sword..."

Aberforth stared at the sword on the stone table in a daze. The crack extending from the tip of the sword gave it a unique new attire, and it trembled slightly with the beating sound of the pierced heart. The hilt of his sword was like a second hand that couldn't reach the next step, struggling in the cage of a broken clock.

Some cracks have unusually wide gaps, and there are even large angles. It seems that it was once a broken remnant, which was collected bit by bit by someone, and put together according to their own understanding. Several huge rubies Dotted on the body of the sword, like its internal organs, and like dead eyes.

The crack expands and closes continuously with the pacing of the heart. It is so fragile that it brings a special sense of beauty to everyone who sees it. It seems that this is the most beautiful and the most beautiful thing in the world. The most fragile work of art, Aberforth looked at the blade, and the smell of old newspapers enveloped his consciousness. He seemed to be transported back to the time when the sword was forged, and the ore under the frozen ground was The ore is purified and forged into red steel in a raging fire.

"I recognize it!"

Alphard stepped forward quickly, putting his hands on the desk and staring at the patterns on the blade. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and said excitedly: "That's right, it's that sword!"

"Which one?"

Are you finished? Aberforth was so angry that he wanted to jump, but he was afraid that the tremors caused by the jump would completely shatter the already fragile sword. Before he could ask any more questions, Alphard excitedly took out a photo, pointed to the person on it and showed it to Aberforth.

It was a photo that had not yet been animated by the developer. In the photo, Alphard was placed between the shoulders of Nelson and Tom, and Walburga, who was separated by Tom, looked helplessly at his brother with a bright smile. Nelson, who is standing on the right, is talking and laughing with Ludwig, who is wearing a bandage, showing him the sword in his hand that just stabbed him. Myrtle and Margaret are chatting not far away, behind them , the Iron Titan stood facing the sun by the black lake, still not fully evolved, and several young lads took a group photo standing at the giant's feet. They were in the same class as Nelson, and after graduation, they became Aurors together.

This is a commemorative photo taken during the Triwizard Tournament. Although the color is still very new, many people in the photo have faded.

"This is Nelson's sword. He used it in the Triwizard Tournament and later showed me how to draw the sword." Alphard trotted up to Aberforth, drew out his wand, and gestured to his chest. "He just needs to hold the wand and wave it sideways, and then the mayflies around him will transform into parts of the blade, and attach to the wand as he moves..."

"I see. Is this his wand in there?"

"Uh..." Alphard, who was interrupted, scratched his head, "It should be, if it's not some imitation."

"I see!"

As a survivor who participated in the entire battle against Haierbo, Aberforth understood Nagini's purpose for letting him come to Egypt. He had some guesses, such as the disappearance of Nelson and Tom, Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Appeared here, but there was nothing in front of him except a sword that looked completely unusable and a hairy heart that looked exactly like in a fairy tale.

Would a sword and possibly a wand inside the sword have that much power?

He couldn't take care of that much anymore, because the pyramid that had been seen again had already begun to shake violently, with hideous cracks extending from the feet to the top of the head, and huge pieces of rubble falling from the top, those things that he hadn't had time to look at had already been caused by the air. The faded murals also changed beyond recognition as the vibration intensified. Aberforth raised his head, which represented that the stable triangle had begun to topple.

"The structure of this pyramid has been completely destroyed!" He roared and kicked Alphard's ass, "Get lost!"

At the same time, the professors who had just completed the encirclement suddenly found that Hai Erbo, who was walking towards them, disappeared in the wind.

In the next second, Aberforth's instinctive desire to survive made Aberforth pinch Alphard's shoulder, pressing him down on the sloping inverted triangular wall, and at the same time, a dark green lightning struck him From the position where the two had just stood, in the corner of his vision, Aberforth saw someone he didn't want to see anyway.

I will never let you extinguish our hopes!

The ruthless Aberforth regained the passion that had been hidden by slack for many years. The movements of his hands were so fast that Alphard couldn't see clearly, the stubby wand fluttered like a butterfly, and several spells were almost simultaneously Shooting from the tip of the staff, it seemed to fall in all directions in a seemingly random manner, and his left hand was not idle. Under Alphard's surprised gaze, Aberforth took off his stinky dragon leather boots, It was stuffed into Alphard's hand, and Alphard, who had just opened his mouth to speak, felt a hook hooked on his navel, and pulled it forward violently.

It's a portkey.

"Haven't you fucking thought about why I'm here?!"

He yelled at Aberforth, dropped his coat hastily, and was dragged away by the Portkey while screaming.

"I'm the one who beat Albus and Lindelwald's throats with both hands!"

At this moment, Aberforth did not forget to brag to himself. Looking at the figure who appeared in front of the stone table and stretched out his hand to the tribute, the memory of fighting the two wizards many years ago flooded into his veins in an instant, "If I could Just Apparate like Grindelwald", the regret of not being able to save Credence's lover was still in his ears, he turned his wrist, the pressure from all directions made his heart almost stop beating, his vision was dark For a moment, his eyes were filled with distorted light that was too late to be received and analyzed by the brain, a layer of scarlet blood shrouded the halo, and the nauseating dizziness made his limbs lose strength, but he still remembered his Drop point.

"Goal, determination... the calmness of going to hell!"

Haierbo only saw a dark thing flashing in front of him, and when he realized that it was a man who threw himself on the altar, Aberforth's figure had disappeared, and Thomas disappeared with him. Seeing the altar of the heart and the sword, Haierbo turned his head and saw a man bleeding from all seven orifices leaning on the sloping stone wall, and raised his middle finger at him.

Holding the sword and heart, Aberforth was about to apparate and escape from here again, but his strength seemed to be a little stronger, and with a crisp sound like glass shattering, his unruly expression froze on his face.

Even Haierbo was stunned, his expression was the same as that of Aberforth a second ago, his face was filled with the ecstasy of finding his heart, the disgust of seeing the sword, and he was slowly Overwhelmed by the surprise of these two emotions.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and a wild laugh was brewing in his throat. At this moment, the spell that Aberforth shot upwards before sending Alphad away finally reached their target with precision.

The interior of the pyramid is a pyramid with one large and one small, and two interlocking bottoms. This kind of environment is rare, and it becomes more complicated as it collapses. No one can guarantee that every spell will survive the violent earthquake. They could hit the corresponding position, but they experienced the refraction of the inclined plane again and again like a miracle, and fell accurately on the falling stones. The chaotic falling stones collided in the air, and the ones below accelerated after the impact. It fell like a cannonball to the area around the stone table.

The meteor shower choked Hai Erbo's laughter back, and buried him, the stone table and the sarcophagus in front of him together.

Through the scattered stone piles, Aberforth could also feel Haierbo's anger. In the next second, a black torrent, like a dam bursting, was sent from the cracks in the stone piles. The moment he saw the blackness, Aberforth's hand that was apparating trembled and convulsed, his limbs were frozen by the sudden ice, the wand fell from his hand uncontrollably, just as he bent to pick it up, the black torrent was gone Satisfied with the narrow gap, the heavy stones flew upside down in all directions during the explosion, and the largest of them rushed towards Aberforth together with the icy Kuroshio.

He closed his eyes in pain, but at this moment, the coat that Alphad took off when he was thrown out moved. As Nelson's friend, he once ordered a "same style" dress from Nelson.

"Zheng!"

The beeping of gears came from his ears, and Aberforth opened his eyes. The coat that floated up by itself blocked him, and small silver balls flew out from all the corners that could hold things, and opened their eyes. The wings transformed rapidly, forming an unstoppable shield before the first piece of gravel struck.

"Call God to protect you!"

Alphard returned to this small battlefield again. He stood in front of Aberforth, and the coat on his shoulders fluttered like a cloak. He felt like an unrivaled hero, facing the black tide that the shield could not stop, Reminiscing about the handsomeness of the hero's appearance, he couldn't help straightening his chest. This kind of joy caused a silver animal that looked like a hunting cat to rush forward.

"Go back to where you should go!"

A harsh reprimand sounded in front of the two of them. A young man wearing a soft felt hat appeared in the wild black tide and stroked the head of the patron saint of Alphard. The big cat-like beast was like a house cat in his hands. Well-behaved, he stood in the raging black torrent, ignoring its power.

"Tom!"

Alphard uttered joyfully, and Tom held the wand and handed it forward lightly, dispelling Haierbo's anger in the silence, and the barrier between the two disappeared in an instant. Haierbo, who had been completely swallowed by the black, said softly, "Go back to Berlin."

Haierbo's face no longer had the vigor and calmness that he had when he arrived, and even his rationality disappeared. The bones smashed by the boulder twisted strangely like a snake, and slowed down amidst the crackling sound. Returning slowly, there was no reflection of Tom in his bottomless pupils. He opened his mouth wide and let out a loud roar.

The dome of the pyramid, which was collapsing, was completely shattered by this roar, and the falling rocks rained down. Tom picked up his wrist, and the falling rocks were instantly shattered into powder. Haierbo only had eyes for the one blocked by Aberforth. With the heart behind him, the muscles on his face twisted and twisted like a beast, and he moved forward step by step.

The inside of the pyramid finally saw the blue sky, and on the floating block of Alexandria, an ancient battlefield two thousand years ago finally reappeared. It was too late to be taken away by Pythia, sleeping peacefully in the sea, who once fought desperately with Haierbo The ancient Greek warriors still maintained their posture of charging at the last moment of their lives, so that the modern people who discovered them dare not violate them.

Tom watched him pass by him step by step, each step brought a shock that was no less than a natural disaster to this traumatized land. When Hai Erbo realized that his past was being tampered with by Nelson and Tom, He poured the memory he thought was true into the blood curse of Nagini's soul, but under the obstruction of the rebels, his plan to use Nagini to preserve the memory was repeatedly delayed. When he cleared the obstacles and took back the memory, The changed history has long replaced the past and become the most correct reality, and the memory sealed in the blood curse has a big problem beyond his expectations. The fragmented and chaotic memories are seeing each other in his mind, tearing at him. Under the erosion of black magic, his sanity was no longer stable. When the professors from various schools worked together to kill the basilisk, he had completely lost his rationality and became a ghost wandering in scattered fragments. This is why he "let go" The reasons for the professors, driven by instinct, he smelled the taste he was craving for in the pyramid that was opened at the same time.

Tom shook his head, appeared in front of Aberforth, picked up the dusty but still beating heart, his gaze passed over the fragments of the ground reflecting light beside the heart, surrounded by fragments, There was also a piece of wood that had long since decayed, and a shriveled dragon heartstring was exposed from the broken piece of wood. He pursed his lips and patted Alphard's shoulder with his wand-holding hand.

"My friend, help me deliver them to Berlin."

"Why do you speak so strangely?"

Holding the beating heart, Tom walked up to Haierbo. He stared at the heart salivatingly, but he was instinctively wary of Tom.

"Do you still remember me? My beloved Lord Hai Erbo?"

Tom leaned into his ear and said softly, his words seemed to have touched a certain memory of Haierbo, making his expression even more ferocious, "It seems that you can't answer my question now."

A zombie-like sound came out of Haierbo's throat.

"Let's settle the score in Berlin."

Tom smiled, and squeezed his heart hard. This action made Hai Erbo nervous. He let go of his hand and disappeared with the heart. Hai Erbo, who was chasing power, also Apparated with his disappearance, leaving only Tom The "prophecy" echoed in the underground palace without a roof.

"Your loyal servant, the prophet Karkaroff, here gives you the last prophecy that your humble life will soon end there."