My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Children, destiny is the most delicate, complex and fundamental rule in this world."

Mrs. Clemence’s classroom is located at the top of the central tower of the castle. Here, she can have closer contact and sensitivity with the stars. This is the last class before Tom’s Paris trip. I don’t know why, Mrs. Clemence. The class time was adjusted to the evening. At this moment, the sun had just set, and there was still afterglow in the sky, like a vermilion tulle over the navy blue sky, dotted with looming stars, making the sky appear A magnificent and psychedelic purple.

"Destiny is not made by a few mad women using a loom, as some people say; nor is it made by human consciousness, as some blasphemers believe—believe it or not, it’s always there. Some people try to read fate and play their roles in it, some try to fight against fate and go against the current, some people are ignorant or even unable to see fate..."

Mrs. Cremans was talking about the usual gods, but everyone felt that the fortune-telling teacher bathed in the stars was different from before. She walked anxiously between the students, crossing her hands on her chest, as if She had nowhere to put her fingers, she closed her eyes, raised her head and said, "No matter what people do, all their actions have already been set in fate."

"Mrs. Clemence," a Ravenclaw student raised his hand and asked, "Since everything is arranged by fate, what use is it for us to learn divination?"

"Good question!" Mrs. Cremans widened her eyes and clapped her hands nervously. "I want to add ten points to Ravenclaw. I used to be confused about this question. I think it has no answer, since fate is already long gone. Arranged, then we just have to eat together and wait for death, as long as we meet our own destiny."

It was the first time that the students heard of this argument, and the classroom suddenly became noisy.

"But we can't get a glimpse of the full picture of destiny-this is the first line of life that destiny leaves the wizard!"

Mrs. Crimmans solemnly said that the sun was completely set and the starlight passed through the roof of the Hogwarts trait, making the entire classroom shrouded in unusually dazzling stars, like daylight.

"Most prophets can only snoop into the future fragments, and wizards like me who don’t have the talent of prophets and rely on astrology or other means of divination--the methods we use are all word of mouth, which makes us Prophecies deciphered through things like stars, crystal balls, or tea residues are often flawed, just like a boat. You can see the direction of the river through prophecies, but you can’t see whether there is treasure or danger hidden under the rushing water. The reef of the world-the development of the times is inevitable, but the fate of a person, unless a person is unlucky enough to be dreamed by the prophet, and the prophet makes the content of the prophecy public, otherwise, the fate of each wizard is still in his own hands. Hands."

"One's destiny, of course, depends on self-struggle, but also consider the course of history?" Tom said to himself.

Alphad on the side asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Tom said, curling his lips. "When he was in the orphanage, Gnar often chanted these words and said he was too young and naive..."

"He is really the **** of epigrams." Alpha exclaimed.

"What is it?" Tom gave him a blank look and said, "You are really a nicknamed god, or a secret god."

"I like the title of the Secret Taoist God," Alphad felt very useful, and continued, "We followers of the'Dark Lord' are preparing to compile a book of epigrams, which is currently called "The Selection"."

"Followers of Lord Dark Lord?" Tom chuckled and asked, "Lord Dark Lord can't copy homework for you anymore, why are you still following?"

"Oh," Alphad said with a sullen face, "There are some things that can only be regretted after they are lost."

"Talking to each other, Slytherin buckles ten points. The mundane job of chatting can easily affect your sense of nature, so I don't recommend talking in my class."

"Especially in this era of turbulence, everyone needs to play their own role, whether it is the sinful Dark Lord or the respected white wizard, when the stars return, they will all return to their destiny. s position."

"Mrs. Cremans, do you mean Grindelwald and Dumbledore by the Dark Lord and the White Wizard?"

The classroom quieted down instantly, and everyone's eyes focused on the Ravenclaw girl who asked the question.

"I don't know, this requires you to interpret it from the astrology."

Mrs. Cremans waved her magic wand. The big lavender sleeves attracted everyone’s attention. When she was relieved, Xinghui had condensed into small constellations in the sky, allowing students in the classroom to look at them from various angles. Observing the arrangement and brightness of the constellations, she cleared her throat and introduced: "Through this magic, you can see the arrangement of the stars tonight more accurately. Try to use the knowledge in the book to interpret it."

("Uh... between Ophiuchus and Serpent, two stars floated in, like a knife... Serpent is a bit bigger than Ophiuchus, so Ophiuchus gave his mother a knife ? This may indicate...")

Listening to the people around him becoming unconscious and talking nonsense, Tom felt a little blue in his brain.

"Tom, you can take this." Alphad handed Tom a small box from under the table. "Wolbuga asked me to bring this to you. She asked me to tell you that you can't treat yourself badly when you go out."

"Your sister?" Tom frowned and asked in a low voice. He didn't want to deduct points anymore, "What is this?"

"Uh... a luxurious tent?" Alphad said, "I don't know what she is thinking? She might think you will sleep and eat in French style? But this tent comes with a set of automatic kitchenware, you open the upper layer You can take it out separately. There are fully automatic teapots, fully automatic grills, and fully automatic ovens. I suggest you make a pot of green plum and green tea. It tastes very good."

"Okay." Tom nodded with his cheek, took the small box, and said, "Thank you sister for me."

"You're welcome," Alphad waved his hand. "Will you meet Nelson this time? Can you ask him if he is interested in doing homework? You can send it with an owl."

"It looks like you miss your Dark Lord very much." Tom felt his teeth hurt even more and whispered, "If the time of this class doesn't change, you can ask him by yourself. He was going to use the mirror to attend class."

"While whispering, Slytherin will deduct 10 points again." Mrs. Crimmans walked past Alphad, put his head on the table, and asked, "Alphad Black, you can see from the stars. What happened, ten minutes later, please come to the podium to share your predictions for the students."

"Okay." Alphad shrugged and began to think about what kind of death he had more to please her.

"Many people refuse to recognize the relationship between astrology and wizards. They believe that the stars in the universe have their own fixed orbits and laws. There are even Muggles who claim to have studied the laws of the movement of celestial bodies. The subject of'Astronomy'," Mrs. Crimmans paced back and forth in the classroom, pointing one finger to the sky, and asked, "Did anyone choose Muggle Studies? Can you tell the students who he is?"

"..."

"Well, I don't know too much, I only know that there is such a thing," Mrs. Clemens shook her head and said, "But this does not affect our teaching content. Muggles think that the stars have their own operations. Laws, this is actually based on the discussion of astrology by wizards in the 16th century. Before that, astrology was once used as the most common way for wizards in many countries and regions to interpret fate."

"Do you think it's reliable to watch the stars for fortune-telling?" Alphad did not change, and began to chat with Tom again.

"Be quiet, you've already deducted twenty points!" Tom warned in a low voice, and then said, "But isn't Gnar a prophet? He never looks at the stars."

"Have you told Mrs. Clemence?"

"No." Tom nodded. "Didn't she say that she doesn't have the talent of a prophet? I'm afraid she feels uncomfortable."

"Europe’s research and emphasis on astrology started relatively late. The oldest astrology exists among wizards in three countries: Eastern wizards, Egyptian wizards, and native American wizards who have disappeared. They are good at building high platforms of prayer. Communicate with the stars and use this to predict the rise and fall of the country."

Mrs. Crimmans talked freely, and her knowledge of the history of magic can be regarded as professional in the professional scope.

"But there is an obvious loophole in this statement." She stretched out a finger, pointed to the top of her head, and said, "Speak with facts. If this statement is true, in the current tense situation, the celestial phenomenon should have a strong difference. The change is, after all, a wizard of this size—"

Mrs. Crimmans suddenly got stuck, staring at the top of her head with wide eyes. The students in the classroom followed her gaze towards the open dome of the tower. A scarlet meteor was dragging a long tail flame from the sky. The entire sky was reflected in red.

...

"I really can't predict!" Nelson lay unloved in the garden and counted the stars. Lorian had finished teaching today, and at this moment, holding the identity of the "prophet" he had just heard from White, pestering Nelson for her. prophecy.

"You just say anything, maybe it will be realized." Newt has never used prophecy and divination. He has let Dinkas go, but he has focused on the toads produced by Nelson's failure to transform and the vegetables in the garden. Caterpillar.

"Well, then I will give you a prophecy." Nelson closed his eyes and said casually, "This year the caterpillars in your vegetable garden may eat up the cabbage heart in the vegetable field..."

"Really?" Luo Lian looked at the vegetables in the vegetable garden worriedly. Although it was cheap to buy in Newmont Gade, the vegetables they grew tasted differently. She moved to the vegetable garden and squatted next to Newt. , Looked at the caterpillars with a look completely opposite to Newt.

A pale golden puppet crawled out of his pocket and looked out of his pocket. Nelson felt the abnormal movement in his pocket. He lowered his head and met the puppet's eyes. It blinked and kept pulling out. With the metal ball in Nelson's pocket, Nelson reluctantly covered his eyes.

"Is this the result of your study?" Seeing the little doll next to him, White smiled and got up and walked over, pinched the little man's head, and lifted it out of Nelson's pocket. Cute, although ugly."

This alchemy doll is the result of Nelson’s learning with Luo Li'an this afternoon. With Luo Li'an’s encouragement, he refined a basic model from the prepared materials-only a swollen spherical head and a small cylindrical torso, spherical. There is an abstract smiling face painted on his head. Some problems seem to have appeared during the refining process. This little man has developed the habit of walking with his head, so its image is a sphere with a long sphere that is not known for its purpose. Bar, bouncing on the ground one after another.

Nelson vividly called it the "exclamation point."

"Yes," he released his hand covering his eyes, looked to one side, and said, "Lorian suggested that I let it learn archery, but I think with its structure, I can only shoot it by itself on the bowstring."

"This is a good way." White said, shaking the small head of the exclamation mark, "You can teach it to punch, and then launch it to the enemy to make an uppercut."

"Will there really be a wizard who can be knocked down by a top hook?" Newt, who was playing with the caterpillar, asked quietly.

"Yes," Nelson turned his head and glanced at him, and said ~www.readwn.com~ her fiance, Barry. "

Now it was White's turn to not speak.

"That's right, Nelson." Lorian stared at the caterpillars and asked murderously, "You said I will kill all these caterpillars, will my vegetable garden be kept?"

"It's useless." Nelson continued looking at the sky and said, "You have to make a prediction. When the prediction is made, it cannot be changed. If you kill caterpillars, there will always be fish that slip through the net. They may kill insects. And crazy breeding, even your flower garden can't keep it."

"Really?" Luo Lian stared at the caterpillar like an enemy, poking it with the wand that White gave her.

"Ah..." Nelson yawned and said, "Don't worry, IMHO, the prophets are basically liars, and they are as unreliable as watching the stars for fortune-telling."

He stopped talking suddenly and stared at the sky.

Everyone present seemed to have received some induction, and raised their heads in unison. A red meteor was slowly sliding down to the west, dragging out a long, crimson tail flame that divided the sky into two halves.

...

"Dippet! Are you crazy?!"

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