Chapter 657 Flowers and Silt

The long canyon is terribly quiet, and the sound of the majestic rain seems to be non-existent.

Under the saturated attack of the black wizards controlled by Hai Erbo, no corner was spared from the fate of being washed away by the death curse, and the lives of those who managed to survive under the first death curse issued by Hai Erbo himself were also lost. No matter how small it is, no matter how small it is, even if it is the moss in the rock peak, the ants and insects under the soil, or even the magic spell that misses the lives of many "our own people", death makes the ghost in the clouds feel Excited, but no individual dared to act before Haierbo's order was communicated.

This horrific attack only happened in an instant. After the light of the spell was extinguished, Hai Erbo in the thunderstorm still did not move. He looked coldly at the motionless figure at the focus of the spell, and watched Nelson's chest gradually dim. The blood vessels on the forehead of the tower-shaped rune that went down swelled up.

"It seems that the Avada Kedavra you are so proud of is just a common spell," Nelson, who was hit by countless Kashmir curses, moved, his body swayed, his arms drooped weakly at his sides, It was the impact of the spell that caused the most damage to him. Nelson raised his head and looked at Haierpo with sarcasm in his eyes. He twisted his neck, and there was a loud "click" sound from his joints, accompanied by thunder and wind. , even more mockingly, "Fate is on your side?"

Haierbo clenched his back molars tightly, his jaw continuously bulging.

"The situation is reversed, Hai Erbo."

Nelson snapped his fingers, and with the sound of gears rubbing, the tight-fitting wooden box slowly opened in all directions along the lines of those patterns, and a white, thin bare foot protruded from the box, stepping on the ground washed by the heavy rain. On the muddy ground, dirty mud spots were stained on the white to transparent calf, and the skirt swayed slightly in the wind. Nelson shook his wand, and opened a long-handled flower umbrella in his hand. The sky and the earth added a touch of color, and the scenery of Shanghai Island under the umbrella was extremely dazzling. An equally thin and transparent hand stuck out from the box. With the support of Nelson, a stunningly beautiful woman came out slowly, with her bare feet on the On the filthy ground, the white skirt was stained with mud, like a white lotus growing from the depths of the mud pond.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who witnessed all this, looked at Nelson from two directions, but they were stunned for a moment almost at the same time. This woman exuded a breathtaking attraction, and they didn't even have her face. Seeing clearly, suddenly there was a contradictory feeling of wanting to get close to her and understand her, but instinctively wanting to stay away from her.

Nelson took half a step back, like a housekeeper holding an umbrella for a lady, with a playful smile on the half of his face exposed under the umbrella, he slightly raised the edge of the umbrella, so that the eyes of Hai Erbo and the priestess were no longer obstructed.

"Do you know her?" Nelson raised the corners of his mouth and asked softly, "Fate is standing next to me now."

"little tricks."

Haierbo's tone was terribly calm, and everyone could see the burning, inextinguishable anger in his eyes. The moment he saw the green magic light sinking into Nelson's chest, he already understood what happened. The despicable villain who killed the priestess actually passed the injury on to Pythia with a vicious curse!

When he saw the Pythia walking out of the box, the monstrous anger ignited from his chest, scorching his internal organs and every inch of his skin. The guy got involved, jealousy and anger intertwined, and almost washed away his sanity.

...

"There is such a solution," Grindelwald was no more surprised than Dumbledore. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "We can't reproduce it, Albus, we can't dig one from somewhere." Pythia, this is not the era we need to explore, we need to dig out more universal countermeasures."

"What's so special about her? Why did she survive the death curse?"

"Life and death are uncertain?" Grindelwald's tone was a little uncertain, "She doesn't look like a living person, but she is certainly not a dead person."

"That Ivy Darwin..."

"I should know who he is, Albus, and you should know that Dr. Sykes and I had an old acquaintance," Grindelwald said. Sykes' younger brother, he is indeed somewhat similar to Mrs. Sykes, but the reason why Nelson was able to dispel the Killing Curse is not entirely because the object he chose to bear the harm was a living dead who was mixed between life and death. Mostly because of the connection between the people in the box and Hai Erbo, I think you should have seen it."

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "The people in the box survived by relying on the magic power shot at Nelson. This reminds me of a legend, the legend about the wand."

"That's right, a wand whose core is made from the same magical animal is called a brother wand." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, trying to imprint the flow and confluence of magic power at this moment in his mind, "They can't attack each other, just like Our blood curse is the same. Obviously, the person in the box... is Pythia himself? It seems to be nourished by a kind of magic power that is purer than the death curse, but the same source, and I can't see the reason. I can only wait for the person concerned to decipher it, in comparison, I am more concerned about another matter."

"What?"

"Why is he there?" Grindelwald raised his chin and pointed to the man standing obliquely behind Haierbo on the top of the wall, with a strange suspicion on his face, "Is that Tom Riddle?"

"It's him."

"No wonder I can't see him anymore. It seems that Nelson really has the power to take people back in time." Grindelwald's eyes narrowed even tighter, and a sly arc was drawn at the corner of his eyes. "What kind of drama is this going on?"

"Tom must have a reason for standing there."

"Okay then," Grindelwald shrugged, "This is the first fragment of history. I think we should split up. You go back and I go forward. This will be more efficient. I'm worried about Nagini. The mental state is not enough to support our long-term exploration."

"Good idea," Dumbledore handed Grindelwald a feather wet with water, "It will take you away when the time is up."

The two had their own ideas, but neither chose to tell the other here.

...

"boom!"

Dark green lightning fell from the sky, and slashed fiercely at the flower umbrella that Nelson was holding. Whether it was the person holding the umbrella or the past scenery of Sicily on the umbrella, Haierbo felt extremely disgusted, and he didn't want to see it again. Nelson glanced at him, but Nelson, whose purpose was to provoke, stuck to his back that he couldn't grasp like a sticky dog ​​skin plaster.

The death-wrapping thunder pierced through the metal umbrella rib in an instant, and the electric light was guided to all directions along the umbrella rib, and then jumped and dissipated on the ground.

"Helbo," Nelson's voice came from under the umbrella, "won't you say hello first?"

"you--"

"Okay, don't talk anymore, don't provoke him anymore."

Pythia raised her hand, stopped Nelson's provocation, took a step forward, and left the cover of the flower umbrella. The filthy rainwater sprinkled on his body, completely wetted her in an instant, her jet-black Her long hair and white dress were tightly attached to her body. Seeing Pythia's sudden movement, Haierbo subconsciously raised his wand to stop the pouring rain above his head.

She tied the wet hair close to her forehead behind her ears, looked at Haierbo with sad eyes, moved her eyes away from Haierbo's body, and glanced at the broken city and dead land under his feet, and said softly: " Is this what you want to see, Hai Erbo."

The voice is weak, but loud.

Hai Erbo's eyes dodge a little, he is not that hard-hearted black wizard who fell into the abyss, even though his power is enough to crush everything in the world, but he has not fully embraced the power that even the creator can hardly control. the power of.

But there is only a narrow line of connection between him and himself, and it is the woman standing at his feet.

"You said that you like sunshine the most. When did you become like this? Do you really like the same weather as that tsunami?"

Pythia's eyes were avoiding, and he didn't dare to look at Haierbo. This was a sign of weakness, but Haierbo couldn't accept the fact that Pythia didn't want to look at him. He frantically waved his wand, and the torrent of magic power flowed from the wand Spikes gushed out, crushing the loyal servants in the clouds, as well as the dark clouds that had hung over Teekmon for three years.

"This place is still the same as before, Pythia," Haier Bo has never shown such a patient side in front of his followers. Those black wizards who were not accidentally injured by the death curse stood with their heads bowed like sculptures, wishing that they had not Long ears, can't hear anything, "Look, it's even more beautiful after driving out those ignorant and useless people."

Pythia looked at the corner of the tower. The battlements built for the war still retain their original shape. As Haierbo said, the metal wrapped around the sides is still firm, and they can be painted on the murals on the city walls. Those who praise the gods and pray The vision of a better life, the breath of life left by those who may not live and work in peace and contentment is quickly weathered and peeled off under the pale sun.

Dark clouds buried the city, and every ancient tomb that has come to light cannot resist the sunshine of the world, and there are not many such city-states on the land of the peninsula.

Haierbo's magic wand trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, these murals stripped of elegance returned to their original state, and even the colors were as gorgeous as the ones painted just now, but how could this temporary repair stop an uninhabited city-state from sliding towards collapse? ? Pythia summoned up her courage and looked at Haierbo again.

On the day Nelson bid farewell to Andros, she had already woken up, and what she was reborn from the death was no longer the stage and lies of Hai Erbo's whitewashing, but the cold truth in Nelson's mouth.

"You are a dead man."

"Your soul is a water sac shaped by Hai Erbo with black magic, filled with your modified memories, so you feel that you have been living in Delphi, but in fact you just woke up not long ago .”

"This is also the reason why I can't go to the more distant past. We are both prophets and are connected by the same prophecy in different eras. This is also the oldest starting point I can reach, and it is also the moment when your story begins."

"In our history, you led the Greek rebels to defeat Haierbo, you invented the magic against him, there were three wizards who appeared on the hillside of the temple that day, and Tom and I were just intrusions out of time Or, our purpose is only to collect Haierbo's weaknesses and mislead him to turn to the direction we are good at solving. For this era, you are the one who saves the world in your prophecy."

"It took Haierbo thirteen years to take you back from death, using the most evil magic to keep you by his side, you are not a toy, nor anyone's vassal, you are not the mouthpiece of fate, you are the creation man of history."

"..."

Nelson didn't have the slightest thought of sympathy, and he didn't think about whether Pythia could bear these cruel truths, because history had already given the answer—she must, and she was destined.

"what can I do for you?"

This was the first question Pythia asked Nelson before arriving at Tekmon.

"Do you think you can bear the pain of death?" Nelson said immediately, "I hope you can help me bear the death that Hai Erbo is about to send me. Of course, you can refuse, our route will only be a little troublesome."

"Do you want that? I don't know if I can."

"I hope," Nelson replied while running, "you can also understand what kind of power you have. I am looking forward to how powerful and beautiful a flower growing from the cruel death quagmire will be. "

Nelson's force-feeding sounded in Pythia's ears. These words were like sharp flying knives, cutting her piece by piece from the "facts" that Haierbo laid out for her. Open, as if there were tens of thousands of poisonous snakes rolling in his mind, seeing her painful performance, Hai Erbo was a little flustered, he glanced at Nelson with the most hatred and disgust, and waved his wand, trying to get Pythia out of Nelson's Take it back in your hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp impact sounded in the air, and the snake whip shot from the tip of Haierbo's staff was pulled back. He looked at Nelson, and a section of long-dead roots collapsed in mid-air, with dry fibers flying around. At that moment, Nelson will It became a length of tough steel, and the creature killed by the Killing Curse responded to Nelson's magic, successfully parrying the swift blow.

Nelson held his wand in front of his face and pressed his lips, as if telling Haier to shut up. Their eyes met in the air. Haier wanted to tear him to pieces. Nelson's eyes seemed to say: "Fate? I'll take it!" You are here, this is fate."