My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Although the basilisk's mental state is a bit poor, its intelligence has not been greatly affected. Even for a powerful creature with hard scales like it, it feels uncomfortable to bump its head against a pillar. It quickly realized that the little dwarf in front of him was not Not a weakling that he can easily tease, but a flexible guy.

The basilisk turned its head sideways, stared at Nelson with its big bright yellow eyes covered with mucus, opened its mouth slightly, stretched out its letter and licked the ground, suddenly turned sideways, raised its upper body and rushed towards Nelson .

"I've said it before, if you're still so slow..." Nelson shook his head, raised his arms, and appeared under the basilisk's head. Its vision caught the wizard who appeared at his position just now, but because of inertia, he reluctantly Leaping to the side, Nelson said the second half of his sentence, "You still can't hit me."

The basilisk that hit the stone pillar exerted force again in mid-air, and slammed into the stone pillar at a faster speed. Nelson even thought it was completely crazy, but soon realized the cunning of this beast.

I saw the basilisk swinging its head covered with solid scales with such force as to make the sound of breaking the wind, crashing into it with a resolute suicidal attitude, but the scene of brains flying all over Nelson's mind did not happen. On the contrary, the pillar that was already full of cracks became even more crumbling.

The basilisk opened its jaws wide, tightly biting the root of the stone pillar, and pulled it hard. There was a sound of metal hitting the stone from the head of the Slytherin statue. Looking in the direction of the sound, Nelson found that, This basilisk actually pulled its huge body out of the statue by biting the pillar!

Different from its majestic appearance with scales and armor on its upper body, the lower body of the basilisk that had been hiding in the statue before was stained with blood, and several huge wounds with deep bones were dripping thick water, exuding a rotten smell, and dozens of thick roots The iron chains were hooked firmly in the flesh of the basilisk's wound - as the basilisk escaped from the statue's mouth, these chains now hung from the mouth like Slytherin's beard, hanging from the basilisk's tail, Stretched straight.

"Hiss—" Seeing the shocking scar and feeling the slight vibration of the ground under his feet, Nelson took a breath, and shifted to Tom's side, watching from a distance what the bound beast was going to do .

And the next scene didn't disappoint him. The basilisk crawled slowly along the stone pillar it had bitten just now, and wrapped itself tightly around the pillar. It seemed that its entire body was about to be torn off by the iron chain.

Then, it stared at Nelson's direction, gritted its teeth and pulled hard! A deafening explosion came from Slytherin's mouth, and immediately after, there was a dazzling glare of spells in front of his eyes, and the sound of iron chains being snapped in his ears, and the basilisk abruptly pulled the iron chains hanging on his body. The hook was pulled down, and the thick tail slapped heavily on the ground, making a loud "bang", kicking up dust and gravel several meters high.

The iron chains that seemed indestructible broke like this, and the wreckage wearing the skin of the basilisk fell from the sky like rain, and the smelly blood was also splashed everywhere.

And the pillar on which the basilisk was coiling just now finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and collapsed, and Nelson and Tom stood far enough away that they weren't affected, but the ground under Slytherin's feet had long been covered by dust. Covered, can't see the mess clearly.

"If I read correctly, the tail of the basilisk lit up just now." Nelson held his chin thoughtfully, and said to Tom, "But if I remember correctly, the basilisk should only have magic eyes."

Tom, who was still reciting the spell, nodded and shook his head again.

"I don't know what Slytherin did to it. I don't think it's a basilisk anymore."

Nelson shook his head and didn't think about this problem. The basilisk, which had recovered its freedom from the chains, didn't rush forward to fight with Nelson. There was such a lightness that Nelson almost completely lost his vision.

"To be honest, I don't think there is such a long spell in the world." Nelson tilted his head and looked at Tom seriously, "You just keep pretending to chant the spell because you don't want to make a move. In fact, you have been using Parseltongue Sing the Hogwarts school song, eh?"

Tom gave him a blank look, and simply turned his back, ignoring him.

"Okay, then you can read mine."

After saying this, Nelson took two steps forward with his hands behind his back, then turned around suddenly, and happened to meet Tom's gaze who turned his head secretly. Tom's face darkened, and then he turned his head away completely.

"Hahaha." Nelson smiled, and appeared on the edge of the sand and dust. The basilisk had completely hidden its voice, and only the red and black blood flowing on the ground proved that a huge creature had just passed by here.

"In a sense, we are quite alike," Nelson raised his right hand and raised it to his shoulder. The restless voices that had been around the palace a few minutes ago sounded again. In the darkness, there seemed to be thousands of troops. The horse was lurking, staring at the bleeding basilisk. This kind of murderous aura seemed to be real. Nelson's closed eyes under the mask could see the hideous tubes being erected, and the bowstrings being raised. Tight, one after another ammunition was being loaded, he maintained his movement, whispered, he didn't know whether he said it to the basilisk or himself, "Do you know what magic I am best at? Use a fog to cover myself Wrap it up so no one can find me or hurt me so I can't lose."

Quiet in the smoke and dust, the basilisk is also waiting for an opportunity, it waits patiently, even if the dust that creates a favorable environment falls, it doesn't matter, after all, snakes have been hunting like this since thousands of years ago.

"Clang!"

An extremely crisp impact sounded in the palace. The basilisk crushed a small ball that Nelson had dropped before. It was bounced up with great force and fell to the ground again. However, the second impact sound did not sound for a long time. But that's totally enough.

Nelson pressed his index finger, and a loud arrow shot out from the darkness behind him, bringing a sharp sound of breaking the wind. The sound of the loud arrow breaking the wind was so loud that it completely overwhelmed the sound of countless arrows following it.

The arrows depicting magic patterns flashed with various colors of light, some of them were shaped like conch shells, turning faster and faster, sparking a burst of dazzling blue light; some of them exuded green phosphorescence, and exploded suddenly after piercing into the smoke and dust, shattering the air and The ground was dyed a withered green; some red arrows looked very irritable, and the explosions that followed were even more irritable...

"puff--"

A few drops of liquid splashed onto Nelson's visor, and the visor quickly made a corroded "sizzling" sound. Nelson took out a new handkerchief and wiped it. It was a few drops of blood mixed with venom. During the bombing, the basilisk did not act rashly, and remained lying on the spot, hiding in the smoke and dust.

Turning around, Tom saw countless arrows shooting out of the darkness in front of him, and thought that Nelson had triggered a hidden trap set by Slytherin here. When he turned his head anxiously, he saw Nelson With one hand behind his back and the other hand raised to his ear, facing the back of the basilisk bombarding indiscriminately, the voice of chanting the spell weakened.

"whirlwind--"

Nelson put down his right hand, drew out his wand and pointed at the smoke and dust in front of him. The cover in front of him dissipated, but there was a force in the depths resisting the spell. Nelson realized that the basilisk still had the power to resist.

He put down his wand and shook his head.

"Sorry, this was originally reserved for—" Nelson stopped talking, "If you can't even solve it, it's useless to leave it to anyone."

Immediately, he raised his right hand holding the wand, and slammed it forward like a conductor calling a curtain call, and the sound of gunfire came from all directions.

Tom turned his head. What he heard was obviously a sound, but why did it exist in every direction?

"A death row prisoner who is executed by shooting will only hear a gunshot before he dies, because one bullet is enough to finish him," Nelson explained to the basilisk in the distance, answering his question, "You too, but only because of them It's too much of a shot."

"Puff puff--"

This is the sound of a high-speed object piercing through the smoke and dust. The ring shield that had been scraped by the basilisk for a long time was put into use at this moment. It floated in front of Nelson and spread out to form a wall, enclosing Nelson and Tom behind him. It was firmly protected, and soon, the sound of ricochet hitting the shield was heard intensively, and their kinetic energy was too strong, causing the shield to bulge inwards with neat little dots.

Nelson looked back at Tom. He seemed to have finished reciting the spell, and he was holding a ball of something he didn't know what it was, smiling happily at Nelson.

Nelson walked up to Tom and waved his hand in front of him.

"You don't really think that a bullet can hurt a basilisk, do you?" Tom came back to his senses and teased, "I don't think you would do such a thing."

"Of course not, I'm a wizard, Tom." Nelson turned his head, listened carefully, and then clapped his hands lightly. The next moment, a roar that was a hundred times louder than before sounded behind the shield wall, and the shield wall The dazzling white light illuminated the entire secret room through the gaps in the room, and Nelson, who was backlit, was left with only a dark shadow. When the glare dissipated, the shadow of the shield wall was even left on the ground.

"Where did you say it came from? Uh..." Tom raised his hand and pointed backwards, and asked curiously, "I mean, where did you get so many spell-casting props, I mean, these guns, Bows and arrows or something?"

"These are those small balls that you are curious about." Nelson waved his hand, and silver balls, large or small, flew from every corner of the secret room. Hot, they are neatly lined up beside Nelson, dancing deftly with the movements of his hands, forming a luminous strip like a star ring, "I wear them all the time, but I don't quite understand the traceless stretching spell The advanced use of them does not completely eliminate their weight... but apart from the point, there is no other disadvantage."

"I mean, how do you have so many?" Tom raised his eyebrows and stared at Nelson suspiciously. "You're not going to do something—"

"How could it be?" Nelson waved his hand, "I'm actually quite rich, and I've been paying the bills for me these past few years. I don't take advantage of the advantages. Do you think I'm still human? Besides, you think they are expensive. No, it’s just too time-consuming to cast spells for the things contained in each small ball, but this can also be regarded as a process of exercising magic power-as long as you have a silver mine and an efficient alchemy skill, These tasks are very simple, after all, it is difficult to make a cannon, but when you have magic, it is even easier than knitting a sweater...Leave that aside, what do you think of the effect?"

"Gnar, in the beginning, I wanted to see your spell," Tom smiled wryly, rubbing his hands together, and applying the black light from the palm of his hand to the other hand. He squinted at Nelson, wanting to speak He stopped, stopped talking and wanted to speak, holding back for a long time to say, "The scene is very shocking, very shocking! But it is different from what I imagined."

"Yes, I think my opponent must be unimaginable," Nelson said beamingly, "When he was hit by a bullet, he didn't expect the petrification spell in the bullet; when he stepped on the trap, he didn't expect the trap Arranged the Apparition Prohibition Curse; when he managed to block a shell, he did not expect that the shell was actually a powerful lighting spell that I carefully developed..."

"It's really shocking. I didn't expect such a scene at all." Tom felt a little cold, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and just emphasized repeatedly, "But I always feel weird..."

"What do you imagine?" Nelson was a little curious.

"If you say it, you may think that I lack imagination," Tom shrugged and said with a downcast face, "I thought that a shape-shifting wizard like you would conjure up a powerful helper to assist in the battle, you know, in the novel It’s about stone giants, dragons or something.”

"Isn't the helper I created powerful?" Nelson asked with a smile, "Let's not talk about stone giants and dragons, if the battlefield can be arranged in advance, even if Merlin is standing here, I dare to give him a sudden. This is technology. In the past few years, I have encountered several incidents of wizards being killed or even captured by Muggles with guns."

"Are Muggles so powerful?"

"Not as weak as wizards imagined. Hundreds of years ago, they might not even be as threatening to wizards as magical animals," Nelson nodded solemnly, "But today, no wizard with wisdom still thinks that way. This is why Grindel Waugh's worst fear."

"So that's why he keeps breaking the secrecy laws? Want to really rule Muggles?" Tom asked, holding his chin, "to prevent being shot to death one day in the future?"

"I thought so at first," Nelson nodded, then shook his head again, "but I don't understand what he wants to do now either."