My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Alexander's huge body gradually took shape during the running, and his powerful arms swung freely, like a selfless athlete running towards the finish line.

Standing on top of Alexander's head, Dumbledore felt as if he was swimming in glue. As the distance between them and the "door" got closer, he felt that the air became more and more sticky, and magic could not solve this discomfort. After he pulled out his wand, he felt a growing sense of oppression pressing against him from all directions.

At Alexander's feet, countless pedestrians are still walking forward firmly. The colors on their bodies have been peeled off during the long journey, leaving only figures that are so empty that they can't even distinguish the edges. The soul of the soul throws away all the precious or unfortunate experiences in its long or short life, and walks forward to the entrance of the next station.

"Do you believe in an afterlife, Nelson."

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the "door", and he spoke with difficulty.

"I don't know, maybe there is."

Nelson frowned and looked ahead. On the plain near the "gate" in the distance, a dilapidated black body was dragging a black chain forward with difficulty. He patted the iron plate under his feet, and Alexander suddenly accelerated. Speed, his joints sprayed out the faint blue fire, and rushed towards the black monster quickly.

"I remember that it was clearly shattered, and there was not even a scum left."

"What?" The pressure around Dumbledore intensified, and the kingdom that belonged exclusively to the dead seemed to be rejecting him. His expression became distorted with pain, but in order not to waste time, he resisted and said, "You Do you mean Moran? It should be quite normal for dead souls to appear here."

"Strange, why does it have color? Could it still be conscious?" Nelson's eyes locked on the straight black chain, full of regret in his heart, "If we can cut the weeds..."

He shook his head, his gaze became firmer, and he put one hand on the lever, as if he was about to pull it down, but Dumbledore, who was kneeling on the ground, caught him out of the corner of his eye, and made him withdraw his hand, and pressed slightly. , and then lifted it up vigorously, Alexander's movement stopped, his legs were deeply inserted into the pure white ground, driven by inertia, he plowed forward for hundreds of steps abruptly, his upper body also Falling forward, Dumbledore fell to the ground because of his unsteady standing, and he was about to fall.

The furnace in Alexander's chest suddenly spewed out a thick pillar of fire, rushing violently to the ground, and in the violent shaking, the strong impact stopped it from falling, and Dumbledore was also dragged back by Nelson.

Hearing the loud noise from behind, the broken black monster turned its head. Its bones had been crushed by the stronger pressure in front, and it was crawling on the ground like a puddle of mucus, almost being crushed by the mighty force that came from nowhere. It became a powder, but the moment it saw Alexander, it still pulled the twisted muscles on its face and showed a provocative smile.

"What's the matter with you? Are you all right?"

Nelson supported Dumbledore and lay flat on the ground. He looked several years old, his face was pale, his muscles were atrophied, his whole body was shaking, and his bones were creaking and moaning.

Nelson raised his hand in front of his face in bewilderment, unable to empathize, or even understand what had happened to Dumbledore.

"Nelson," Dumbledore raised his right hand with all his strength, put it on Nelson's shoulder, and said with an ugly smile, "It seems that I too...should, should find Joe Miss Yi made a pair of golden bones."

These words almost squeezed the last breath out of Dumbledore's chest. He panted violently, but the smallest lung could not hold even a little air after being squeezed. His throat made the last struggle, and let out a There was a dry friction sound like metal colliding.

"Sorry...I seem to be holding you back." After saying this, Dumbledore didn't even have the strength to breathe, "It...it is resisting me."

"It?" Nelson raised his head and looked at the "door" ahead. Unlike what Dumbledore said, he even felt that there was something he longed for in the door, which kept calling him.

He raised his head, and at some point, the clouds above his head dissipated, and a bright sun hung high in the sky. In England, only the sun on the summer solstice can be so big and bright. It is facing the "door", like a Looking down at himself like eyes.

"Professor, I will ask Alexander to take you back." Seeing that Dumbledore was about to die, Nelson made a decision immediately.

"No...you need to..."

Dumbledore could no longer speak a complete sentence, his consciousness became blurred due to suffocation, even a world-famous and powerful wizard like him was so weak at this moment, he couldn't even see the face of the enemy clearly , was impotently defeated, and Nelson didn't even know what had knocked him down.

Nelson patted the iron plate under his feet lightly, tied Dumbledore's wand to his hand, held the handle of the sword as a lever, inserted it to the end, turned around, and rushed to the top of Alexander's head without hesitation edge of the platform.

Alexander's chest throbbed violently, and the lever in his body let out a very mournful whimper. It watched its Creator jump from the top of his head, and the hem of the windbreaker behind him fluttered like wings in the fall. The magic pattern flashed by.

Dumbledore opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were full of annoyance, he raised his arms, and then lowered them weakly.

Feeling the weightlessness that is different from the human world, Nelson adjusted his body in the air and accelerated his dive with his head down. His speed became faster and faster, piercing through the thick fog. When he was about to fall to the ground, his figure shrank rapidly. Then, He plunged into the soft white ground.

Alexander's one-eyed flickered, and he raised his hand to cover Dumbledore above his head, turned around and ran away in the direction he came from.

A few seconds later, a white cat broke through the ground in front of it and rushed towards the back of the huge monster like a silver lightning bolt. The speed is getting faster and faster, but the monster under the high pressure is unable to move an inch, and the distance between the two is shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The "door" is still standing in the distance, it is indifferent to everything that happens in front of it, chasing each other, life and death, nothing can move it that has existed for an unknown number of years.

The monster is crawling hard on the ground, which may not be regarded as crawling at all. Its body is being crushed into a puddle of shapeless magic power by unimaginable strong pressure every moment, and the black magic power is still struggling to move forward. , every inch it moves forward, the dissipated magic power behind it will use the front end as its main body to supplement it, but it will be defeated again before it takes shape, and so on and on, the lost fog below greedily absorbs its strong emotions Magic, its body was also getting smaller and smaller, so that it became a small black spot in Nelson's eyes, and even so, it was struggling to crawl towards the door.

Nelson, who turned into a cat, exploded at a speed faster than the train. He passed through all kinds of pedestrians, and he didn't even care about admiring the scenery in front of him. , and some people hold the last trace of color on their chests.

Only Salem was left in his eyes, and under the scorching sun above his head, he ran forward desperately, time and distance became blurred, and he also felt the pressure that was enough to crush Dumbledore, but The pressure only made him uncomfortable, not incapacitated at all.

But Nelson couldn't see it. His body was shining with dazzling silver light. The world was resisting life and death, but the invisibility cloak helped him cheat death.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Nelson finally caught up with Salem, who was dragging the rope. The distance between him and him was less than 100 meters. Under the reshaping under heavy pressure, it unexpectedly regained some human form, but the huge body Its majestic magic power was sucked away by the greedy Lost Fog. Except for its color, it looked like a middle-aged woman with an ordinary figure, an ordinary height, and ordinary clothes.

In front of her was the curtain, and she was about to climb over it.

With all his strength, Nelson leaped to Salem's side.

He lay powerlessly on the ground, with the black "door" in front of him. When he really came to its feet, he realized that the scene he saw in the distance could not reflect its magnificence at all. From his point of view, it was a straight line, and the stone pillars were engraved with densely packed words. With just a glance, Nelson's thoughts were left blank, and everything inside the door was invisible, but he felt a kind of Attraction beyond instinct.

But now is not the time to rest or explore. Two more steps to climb and Salem will touch the "door".

It wraps iron ropes much thicker than its arms around its body, uses its hands and feet together, and crawls on the ground like a beast. At the same time, the black color on its body is still peeling off a little bit, but the final color is so firm that you can't even get lost. The fog couldn't be washed away, so Nelson slowed down and walked towards it silently. Parts of its body had already turned white, and from a distance, it looked like a sketch drawn with charcoal.

Salem raised his shattered right hand, slammed it forward, and dug his five fingers into the ground. Just when he was about to raise his left hand again, he found that he couldn't move.

She raised her head with difficulty, and saw a silver white cat stepped on her hand.

"You came……"

Nelson looked at the woman in front of him like a rough sketch with a complex expression. There was no complicated emotion in those black eyes without highlights, only pure hatred remained. He understood that this hatred was not aimed at himself, but at For all wizards, even though this hatred has no reason, and even lies at the root of deceit, it is extremely pure, so pure that it is frightening. This woman seems to have dedicated her life to hatred—Nelson seems to understand that the fog of confusion cannot deprive Salem of its color the reason.

"I'm here." Nelson said, although this opponent's plan and appearance are like a farce, even though she hurt her friends and classmates, this is indeed one of the purest opponents Nelson has ever seen. He looked at Sailor Looking into Mu's graying eyes, he said softly, "You have failed."

"Even if I die, can't I take revenge?" Salem's tone became calm.

"Perhaps so," Nelson said with a touch of sympathy in his tone. "I've looked through some history books. Do you want to know the story of Second Salem?"

Salem didn't speak. She wanted to move her fingers, but found that her left hand was trampled by Nelson, unable to move.

"The founder of Second Salem is not the savior of Muggles, but a group of careerists who have failed in the power struggle."

"Enough is enough, I don't want to hear it."

Salem said coldly, her left arm was strong, and she forcibly tore off her arm that was stepped on by Nelson, and continued to crawl forward.

"It seems that you know." Nelson's cat's paw let go of the severed hand, its five fingers squirmed, and crawled around Nelson towards Salem. "Since you know, why do you want to attack someone who has nothing to do with it?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"Is it emptiness? When you grow up knowing only 'hate', it's hard for you to understand love, isn't it?"

The white cat was covered by white light, and gradually grew bigger and taller. When the light went out, Nelson straightened up holding the wand. He waved the wand lightly, and several white wedges emerged from the ground and inserted into Salem's limbs. Nail her to the ground, "But the soul that rejects the truth is more empty. Instead of filling a lie full of loopholes with the lives and beliefs of generations, it is more meaningful to go to Antarctica to study penguins, isn't it?" ?”

The color was draining rapidly from the wounds in Salem's joints, and she didn't even have the strength to break her own arm.

Nelson stretched out his hand, grabbed her hair, lifted her head, and looked at each other. Both pairs of dark eyes were tearing at each other's soul like an abyss.

"Bah!" Salem spat at Nelson, but the droplets didn't have any strength at all, instead leaving a disgusting stream of saliva around her mouth, "Sorcerer above you, you just look down on humans."

"You're wrong, I just look down on you."

Suddenly, Nelson saw that the iron chain wrapped around Salem's body was tightened suddenly, and a continuous force came from behind her. He pulled Salem's hair vigorously, and let the resentment and tyranny hidden in his heart be taken away. He vented on her, and continued, "What I look down on the most is those who live in their own justice and are moved by themselves. It's disgusting!"

"What's the difference between you and me? It's just anger, you have the same eyes as mine," Salem smiled dryly, "What's wrong? Did you have important things destroyed by anger? Haha, I understand It's..."

"Really?" Nelson let go, and Salem lay limply on the ground. Her color was almost gone, and she was already a useless person. "There are two kinds of black. Where there is no light, it is black, but on the drawing paper , black is the mixture of all colors."

The curtain swayed slightly, without any special reaction, and pedestrians who had lost everything stepped in constantly. To it, the two people who stopped at its feet were no different from all living beings.