My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Barry Dippet..."

Tom squinted his eyes to observe the silently flying magic power, glanced over Alexander's head, and saw Nelson sitting upright at a glance. He didn't know why, Alexander dangled like that, but Nelson seemed to be sitting on flat ground , people can't help but wonder if he glued himself to the seat, "You have to hide it for me."

The silent state was extremely miserable, almost cut into pieces by Alexander, but those fragments of different shapes could not be completely broken no matter what. I feel a little sick.

It seemed to have given up the idea of ​​fighting with Alexander's equivalent entity. Tom was surprised to find that Moran's consumption in the battle could not drag a big iron lump. It's a bit ugly, the consumption of silent magic power is real. Although Alexander's structure is being eroded by silently every moment, the mayflies that fill the vacancy seem to be endless.

Its silent instinct made it choose a better solution. It simply gave up the advantage of size and used its own shapeless characteristics to climb up Alexander's body like a puddle of wriggling mud, just as Alexander found it. Barry's weakness is average, and it also senses that Barry's friend who was attacked by him not long ago is probably the core of the big guy in front of him.

Fiery steam spewed out from Alexander's leg armor, mixed with the temperature of the Lost Mist and Fiendfire, and scorched the slime on the armor. In the blink of an eye, the slime turned into a dead hard shell, blown away by the steam. When it is shattered and scattered, it can't even stay on the red steel plate for a long time, and it will fall off by itself, but there are always some gaps in the structure that don't have such a high temperature, and the mucus quickly climbs to the gaps in the bolts, the cracks between the plate armor, and even the just sprayed. The steam vents drilled into the giant's body.

The two castles on Alexander's shoulders are not just for aesthetic decoration, but they are actually used as barracks. People who have seen them feel that the body of such a huge giant should be driven by powerful magic, and its body should be It is full of free magic power, seal cutting formations, all kinds of ancient crafts, or full of house elves pedaling on the pedals.

No one would have thought that its interior, which has never been set foot by outsiders, is a scene very different from the wizard's imagination. The castle on the shoulder and the revolving tower from the furnace to the top of the head are just the tip of the iceberg. Enter from the passage at the foot of Alexander, look up , What can be seen is a layer upon layer, made of steel, belongs to magic and machinery, and can be called a god-level city.

This city is not smaller than Berlin at the foot of Alexander, but it is stacked in the body of a giant, like a future skyscraper in a science fiction novel. A straight steel tower is its leg bone, and the tower is covered with dense runes. , some inks are dim, some are rich, some are immature, and some are scribbled. They do not belong to the same period of work. During the period, there are some golden characters embedded in the tower, marking different times and categories. These are the works left by Nelson. It is conceivable that on countless nights and holidays, he sat on the scaffolding in the Hogwarts chamber of secrets and carved the rune. From the initial imitation, to the later flamboyance, the rune is often used as a certain The core of some advanced magic, no one has ever used it like using serious words. In the long-term magic study, he almost dug out the grammar of this magic language. The tower of this tower is covered with the spells he created. .

It's just that these spells are not for human use, and only a man of steel like Alexander can bear it.

The city in Alexander's calf was built on the basis of this high tower, surrounded by branch-like steel frames, so that the power of the furnace can be transmitted from the top to the bottom through gears, and every three meters, there will be a layer of grid-like iron. The boards are built around the high tower to separate layers of different functional areas. The mass-manufactured machinery is neatly arranged in these floors, providing the giant with more and more capabilities. The dense pipe network is attached to the iron wall. There are different contents flowing, some are cold and some are hot.

It's a pity that no one has been able to witness such a majestic scene until now. A pipe at the exit on the third floor is used for heat dissipation. The mucus, just when it stopped working, a mass of mucus was pulled in by the suction at the mouth of the pipe, gliding in the pipe as tall as a person for dozens of seconds, and finally squeezed out from the blades of a fan.

The slime from the tube trip looked dilapidated. It was the size of a car, but after its round of crimes, it looked like a human being.

The slime squirmed quickly towards the tower, without noticing that behind it a bolt fixing the fan was quietly deforming. It had just moved forward a few meters when it was divided into two halves by a red light beam. The slime instinctively He stopped, and in the next second, a fishing net-like magic net covered his head, instantly cutting the pool of slime into unusable pieces. They are still alive, but the magic power contained in each monomer is too rare , can't even go to each other to regroup.

The original bolt has turned into a unique silver mayfly, it flew steadily to the side of the scattered slime, the light from the one-eyed shrouded them, the levitation spell was activated, and these struggling fragments were held together by it Get up, throw away all the waste in the shredder.

The momentary encounter between the two fired the first shot in Alexander's body. There was no warning, no assembly, and the seemingly useless spare parts were deformed one after another. Mayflies of various shapes appeared in the space inside Alexander's right leg. Gentle cleaners usually clean up these intruders. Some larger pieces have stronger magic power. Mayflies on the same layer are combined to form a frame of slender and unique silver armor. More complex magic spells follow. The combination of mayflies was released without making any sound. The sound of gear rotation and mechanical knocking still echoed in Alexander's right leg, but the battle had ended silently.

Such encounters are happening all over Alexander's body. The mayflies in his body have formed a well-structured army, and silver figures of different shapes are stationed at every key node, blocking the uninvited guests who invaded the city. .

The sound of steel colliding with the sharp wind from the exhaust port played a passionate symphony. No one knew that an unusual war was struggling here. From the perspective of division and combination, Mayfly and Moran seemed to be the same It's just that they are all fighting for the mission at the bottom and the order that drives them. Without Nelson's knowledge, the first war belonging to magic machines started silently. Before Nelson even had time to take them Something like "Cruiser" or "Scavenger".

The magic power of Moran is too huge, no matter how efficient it is to clean it, it can't compare to its intrusion regardless of cost. What's more terrible is that the split slime is not willing to fight, and even the useless work of destroying the giant's body will not be done. , they have only one purpose - to reach the top and find Nelson who is protected by Alexander, even if only one drop reaches it.

Groups of black slime are torn apart, but there are always difficult opponents and miscellaneous fish that are missed. They will only go up firmly and keep going up. More and more fish that slip through the net take advantage of other slime being attacked The gap reached the upper floor, and in the process of finding the same kind, they also condensed together like mayflies assembled together. Finally, the floor at the knee of the giant ushered in its first guest, and the squirming slime flowed along the grid The steel plate climbed up, and under the strafing of the spell, a dilapidated black figure slowly stood up from the slime.

Looking at this scene in the distance, Tom gradually frowned. He knew that the interior of Alexander was not very spacious, and Nelson's gateway to the Auschwitz underground base had not yet been built. , but I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand such a flood of intrusions. It has to be said that this irrational monster really has terrifying instincts, and it has found the most suitable strategy for the current situation.

Alexander's response was not messed up either. Its one-eyed eye scanned the city over and over again. As long as it found Barry before it silently reached Nelson, it could win the final victory. The battle quickly evolved from the anxiety of two giants to one A race against time.

"You still have to let a professional come."

Tom turned his head, and Jokunda was still bandaging Andre's wound. Andre was no longer bleeding, and his complexion was much better. Seeing this, Tom drew out his wand.

"Give me a hand, miss."

Tom frowned as he waited patiently for Jokunda to tie the last knot on Andre's bandage. He remembered a time at Hogwarts where Question Mark limped for a few days after challenging a hippogriff, The veterinarian in Diagon Alley did the same thing.

Jokunda raised her head in confusion, and was about to ask Tom what she was going to do, but Tom didn't wait for her consent or opinion. He waved his wand lightly, and Jokunda suddenly felt as if the world had turned upside down and lost his balance. Her eyes were dark Even though the apparition around her was blocked, when she opened her eyes again, she had reached the sky, and the platform above Alexander's head was under her feet, and the student she didn't want to face was sitting on the platform above the giant's head. Sleeping on the throne.

Was Riddle making himself responsible for protecting Nelson? Jokunda's heart was pounding, and she felt a sense of falling. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes again, and pulled out her wand.

But the imagined fall did not happen, she landed smoothly, and when she opened her eyes, a cloud of black smoke was slowly drifting away.

"what do I do?"

She raised her wand, and before her eyes flashed like a revolving lantern the bits and pieces of her not-so-long campus life related to Professor Meles. She had never regretted that she didn't study hard at the beginning. Just when she was about to make up her mind to fight, the slippery feeling in her arms made her jump up in horror, and a small green snake was thrown from her neckline by her, stretched out the letter and licked her chin , drilled into the entrance of the platform like a green lightning bolt.

Soon, she stood stiffly in the same place, her limbs were hit by the cold touch at the same time, her expression became numb, and she let snake shadows crawl out of her neckline, cuffs, and trousers from nowhere.

A ball of slime raised during the battle fell to the edge of the platform. Before Alexander's spell could be removed, one of them rushed over like lightning, with its mouth wide open than its head, and swallowed the ball of mucus in one gulp. The magic power was swallowed.

Jokunda blinked, and the snake seemed longer and bigger.

On the roof in the distance, after Tom saw that the "postman" he had chosen landed safely, he jumped and jumped from the roof, and his figure disappeared before landing.

In an alley two blocks away, a ghost figure that was eating the fragments of silence stopped his movement, slowly turned his head 180 degrees to look at the other end of the dark alley, a pair of scarlet His eyes were staring at it with great interest, and in the next second, the spell from Tom had pierced the ghost and nailed it to the wall.

Tom ignored the ghost and walked straight to the food it had fallen on the ground. It was the shadow of a lonely boy crouching in the corner with his knees hugged.

"Barry Dippet?"

Tom tilted his head, and asked softly, the boy's shadow seemed to have sensed the name, his neck trembled, and the moment he raised his head, Tom's hand was already on top of his head, and the boy's shadow became more and more His hair dimmed, and the ink color became thicker at Tom's fingertips. He held the ink color in his hands, and uttered a snake-like hissing tune from his mouth, "seeking blood and tracing."

It has been six years since he used this magic last time. Tom sighed, and a striking black line stretched out from his hand, pointing directly at Mo Moran who was fighting with Alexander. Lighting spell.

At the other end of the black line, a thin filament that is also black but too faded to be seen is pointing in the opposite direction. It trembles slightly and looks like it will break when touched. Tom smiled, and a small snake sprang from the tip of the stick. As he reached the top of the ghost figure nailed to the wall by him, the little snake with the size of a thumb stretched itself little by little, and finally swallowed the ghost figure in one gulp. A few seconds later, the boa constrictor with a thick mouth took several small snakes with it. The snake twisted and crawled in the direction the filament pointed.

...

"His brain defense is too strong, even if he is unconscious, he cannot break through."

"I know a magic that can see what a person sees in a short period of time," a group of people surrounded Moody, who was lying on the camp bed and breathing unsteadily, whispering like a flock of crows, "It only takes him to contribute One of his eyes, of course, could be two if he makes a mistake."

"What if this goes wrong too?"

"Isn't there another one next to it? This is just a stopgap measure. Their sacrifices will be rewarded and praised. I think this young man will also be proud of it. His parents are Aurors, right? , but I think he inherited some dedication."

"Do we really need to do this?"

"Hasn't it been discussed just now? We must know what's going on inside. There are too many dark wizards there. We can't allow things to happen beyond the plan. We must give early warning, especially when they may know what we plan. Under the premise, is there any objection?"

silence.

"I object."

All eyes were attracted by the voice in the corner, "This is Dumbledore's student, he will arrive in fifteen minutes, Dumbledore will definitely not agree."