My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Despicable Helbo?" Nelson's tone became solemn. "I have seen his name in history books. It is said that he is a dark wizard in ancient Greece, but the book doesn't mention much about him. I All I know is that he invented a lot of dangerous and evil black magic... Isn't this kind of wizard dead yet?"

"For the black wizard for thousands of years, the despicable Helbo is a character comparable to Merlin." Andre looked around and waved his hands. Those in black robes scattered around consciously, Barry He leaned close to his ears with interest, and Andre glanced at Tom who was dozing off while sitting in his earplugs listening to the curse, and whispered, "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next."

　　 "I am also a wizard, I am not afraid."

　　 "Very good." Andre nodded, put away the inconsistency and frivolousness of the past, and began to slowly tell the story of Newmontgard when it was first established.

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

　　 He showed a look of reminiscence of "remembering the past, the long and thick years", and now he really looks like an old man in his twilight years.

"Master Grindelwald was still a vigorous young man at the time. He felt that his abilities were insufficient and could not change the world in a short period of time. So he temporarily lowered the standard and let us-the earliest saints find a place where no one can set foot. Land, to build a wizarding city on it. At that time, I was adventurous in South America. I think Brazil’s virgin forests are full of resources and are off the beaten track. It is a good place to build a paradise. While instigating a wizarding revolution in South America, I Looking for the pure land in my heart."

There was a sudden panic in his eyes, "Until 20 years ago, Lord Grindelwald suddenly called a call. Under his call, I came to Austria. At the southern foot of the Alps, I saw the corpse of my companion all over the mountains. ."

"This accident has dealt a great blow to us. In the past few decades, the total number of companions sacrificed in all the encirclements and suppressions from the Ministry of Magic is not as good as this one. I was terribly scared at that time, thinking that our organization was still worth it. It’s about to fall apart before it grows to the point where we can achieve our ideals. Fortunately, Lord Grindelwald stepped forward and commanded us to condense the corpses, and then built the first and highest tallest building in Newmontgard directly above the place where the incident occurred. The tower is the residence of Lord Grindelwald. The tower is not only a symbol of his authority and ideals, but also a monument to commemorate the companions who dedicated themselves to our great cause."

"The subsequent investigation of the corpses caused even more mystery-they did not show signs of fighting with people on their bodies. Instead, they looked abnormally healthy and did not look like dead people at all. On the contrary, the most terrifying thing was that their The spirit is completely withered, and there is no trace of it, as if they were a group of walking dead bodies at the beginning, and their souls have been completely annihilated!"

"Has anyone attacked their spirit? Who is capable of attacking so many people at the same time, and it is still the most difficult part of magic?" Nelson asked, he had already faintly guessed, but this idea was too unbelievable. , "Could it be what you said, the despicable Helbo?"

"Yes, in the foothills of the southern foothills of the Alps, the most notorious and notorious evil demon in history is imprisoned-the despicable Helbo!" The deep fear in Andre's eyes was completely overwhelming. Thoughts have completely drifted to the first few years when Newmontgard was built.

"We have done a lot of research, but there is no result, so we have to be careful again and again, but our companions continue to have accidents, either die like them, or are completely missing. But Lord Grindelwald..." He found his backbone again. , Said in reverence, "Master Grindelwald does not believe in evil at all, and in the end he found the murderer, it is the despicable Helbo."

　　 "It's impossible." Nelson shook his head, "Ancient Greece has been dead for so many years, how come the despicable Helbo is still alive."

　　 "This is the world of magic." Barry suddenly intervened in the conversation, "France's national treasure, Nick Le May, has lived with the Philosopher's Stone for centuries and is still alive."

　　 "But that is alchemy. There are only two magic stones recorded in history, and each one has nothing to do with the despicable Helbo."

"Yes," Barry gave Andre a questioning look. The latter nodded and motioned to him to tell him, so Barry moved his **** and sat across from them. "I told you before that my task is to help Greene. Master Dewo looks for clues to the Deathly Hallows."

Seeing Nelson nodded, he continued, "In the process of searching for the Deathly Hallows, there is a book that cannot be bypassed. That is the wizard fairy tale "The Story of Poetry Pidou". Who is Poetry Pidou now? It is impossible to verify, but I think he must be a great figure who understands the many secrets of the wizarding world. He left this fairy tale book in the hope that these messages can be spread and spread smoothly."

"Many people who hold the same point of view will also study "The Story of Poetry Weng Pidou", but they are often confused by the stories of the three brothers and can't see the information contained in other stories at all, but I found it." Barry raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "In a story called "The Witch's Hairy Heart", it mentioned a way to become stronger by hiding the heart and concealing weakness. Have you ever seen it?"

　　 "I have seen it."

"Then it's so convenient, I don't have to read fairy tales to little Nelson." Barry continued, "Hide the heart. Early wizards thought it was a kind of phylactery that made oneself into a corpse. But this idea seems too funny, and the weakness of the wizard is not the heart. In fact, this is a metaphor that refers directly to one of the most evil and mysterious dark magic-Horcrux."

　　 "Horcrux?" Nelson lowered his head, repeating the word, the expression on his face unpredictable.

"Do you know Horcrux?" Barry seemed to be amused by his own question, and he said immediately, "How can you know that, I don't want to tell you more, you just need to know that this is a kind of most dark wizard All feel evil magic, it can divide the soul of the caster in a cruel way and hide it in another object. As long as that part of the soul is not destroyed, then the caster will never really die. According to my research, the despicable Helbo is the first wizard ever to successfully make a Horcrux."

"And the history books do not record the final fate of this dark wizard, let alone the destruction of his Horcrux." Barry's face became solemn, "So I have reason to believe that the despicable Helbo has achieved it with this magic. Alternative immortality."

"Yes, the despicable Helbo survived with the Horcrux, and that Horcrux was missing. But he did die, in a duel thousands of years ago." Andre squinted his eyes. He took the conversation and continued, "And the underground of Numongaard preserves his corpse. The corpse has been cast with many exquisite protective curses and curses. Even today, thousands of years later, our people dare not take it lightly. Touch it."

　　 "Since he is dead..."

"No, think about it, 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 corpse is connected to the illusion, where the dying person is the last stop before death, and the despicable Helbo locked his soul in the world because of the Horcrux, but he was broken after splitting. The soul is no longer enough for him to have the power to return to the world-think about it carefully, he has been wandering in the illusion for thousands of years.

　　 "Blurred illusion..."

"That's right, because the entrance to the illusion that is connected by the corpse of the despicable Helbo may be the only entrance in the world. UU read www.uukanshu.com so the wizards know very little about it, and we understand it after we paid the price of blood. Given some of its superficial properties, such as the loss of fog that escapes regularly, it will continue to destroy the minds of people who come into contact with it and erode their souls. The companion who was the first to take care of the corpse is now unconscious."

　　 "Lost in the fog?"

"Nelson, I don’t know why your Transfiguration technique turned into a lost fog, maybe it just looks alike—that’s what the despicable Helbo tried day after day to get out of trouble. It’s hard to imagine a person with nothing. Lost in the space for thousands of years can still maintain such a strong will to survive.” Andre’s expression is full of fear, “He will try to hit the entrance of the blurred fantasy every new moon night, so Master Grindelwald set up Corresponding to the protective spell, and suppress the gap in the corpse with the spirit of the whole city during the new moon days."

　　 "From this point of view, our contribution to the world is so much higher than that of officials with corpse-position vegetarian meals." Barry said triumphantly, and then praised his Master Grindelwald.

"I'm going to see the battle." Nelson stood up with a complicated expression. He didn't expect that there was such a big secret hidden in the underground of Newmontgard. He knocked on the cover that Tom conjured and pulled a blank face. Tom stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the exploding forest below.

"I think you should stay away from them." Tom looked back and saw that several saints were gathering together to say something, so he whispered, "Building a city on the head of the despicable Helbo, and Horcruxes. , 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 you won't listen, do you?"