My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"My master, what are you doing this time?" Haierbo knelt on the ground, raised his upper body, rubbing his hands flatteringly, and asked, "Is there any problem that can't be solved that needs your servant's help?" "

"Not really."

Nelson made a perfunctory sentence and did not speak any more.

"What can stump my great master?" Helbo looked around, glanced at the box in Nelson's hand, and asked winkingly, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh," Nelson said casually, "this is a little animal I just caught, do you know it?"

He opened the box in his hand, revealing the green cocoon hidden in the birdcage.

"This is..." Haierbo squinted his eyes and looked at Green Cocoon. He walked back a few steps on his back and asked suspiciously, "Master? This is... the Curly Winged Demon?"

"Yes," Nelson picked up the birdcage and shook. The cocoon of the Winged Demon opened. The pattern on the green butterfly's wings was like a hideous human face. It saw the remnant of Helbo, and his body trembled violently. He got up, spread his wings as hard as he could, and slammed in the direction of Haierbo desperately.

When Haierbo saw the manic curly-winged demon, his eyes trembled, and he took two steps back without showing a trace.

"Come closer. I'll do an experiment." Nelson bent down and looked at Helbo, who was tremblingly approaching. He leaned the birdcage containing the Curly Wing Demon close to the cage wall, greedily. Looking at Haierbo, his mouth grew wide, and drops of purplish red and greenish liquid dripped down from the sharp teeth.

These liquids slid down along the fence of the birdcage and fell on the ground paved with white fog. Soon, the white ground was eroded into a few black pits, and there was a rustle on the pit wall, which could be faintly heard. With a wailing voice, Nelson jumped off the throne and crouched beside the small pit to observe carefully. Under his gaze, the invisible white people entangled with each other, scrambling to climb up the wall of the pit, but they were touching again. The venom melted in an instant and turned into a plume of blue smoke floating - these little people are the memories and reason left by the wandering spirits who are going to death in the illusion.

"So..." Nelson touched his chin and said to himself, "It seems that magical animal experts may not know all magical animals, maybe because they don't have the opportunity to come here-it looks like a curly-winged demon. Venom is not just for memory."

"Master, where did you... get this guy from?" Haierbo stood tremblingly, with fear from his heart showing in his eyes.

"It's right next to you," Nelson stared at Helbo's face and asked word by word, "Halpo, at this point, I have a question for you."

"You say."

"When you were a wizard, did this creature bother you?"

"No, Master," Helbo shook his head, "Although it is a very rare pet in my time, it is only a pet of a powerful wizard."

"But you..." Nelson threw the Curly Wing Demon with it with the birdcage on Haierbo's body abruptly, watching the excited Curly Wing Demon try to bite Haierbo's remnant soul through the birdcage with red eyes, and be poisoned by the venom. The drenched Helbo cried and rolled on the spot. Nelson carefully observed the sharp teeth of the Curly Winged Demon and the elongated mouthparts protruding from his mouth, and observed the whole process of its venom swaying. Helbo wailed on the ground. After a while, I got up and took the bird cage back, and continued, "But why are you afraid of such a small pet now? Because you are just a humble remnant soul?"

"Master...Master," Haierbo gasped, but still tried to respond, "The Curly Winged Demon is a very mysterious and rare magical animal. Its secretions can be used to eliminate bad memories. Potions, presumably...you know that, but more than half of the wizard’s soul is memory, so its damage to the soul is huge. The curled-winged demon I have seen can only live in this world. I never thought that it... …It has such a powerful lethality in such a place!"

"It looks like it likes the soul more than the brain. Is it because the soul is mostly hidden in the brain?" Nelson knelt down, poked Helbo's wound eroded by the venom, and asked, "So this kind of damage How do I need to recover? You know, it hurts me to see you like this."

"My benevolent master, you don't need to—"

"Tell me!" Nelson placed the birdcage at his feet, and the curly-winged demon who saw the food became excited again.

"You have suffered a lot, but you want to experiment with Laozi?" Haierbo rolled his eyes and understood the reason for his sin. He cursed this unreliable "master" in his heart, but said flatly, " The universal spell for healing soul and memory trauma is'mental recovery' or'spiritual dormancy'. The latter requires other wizards to cast on the wounded, but they are too slow to work. There is an ancient spell specifically to deal with this kind of soul and memory. The severely traumatized situation is called'Spirit Snake Soul'. You can read the book I gave you, which is on page 345."

Nelson flipped through his pockets, took out a lead box, and took out the book of spells that was so green that he panicked.

"Because it is an ancient curse, it takes advantage of the characteristics of snakes and brings some snake-like accents, so it is a bit difficult to pronounce." Haierbo cleared his throat, gritted his teeth, hissing in his mouth, mixed with a bunch of obscure. After talking, his eyes floated to Nelson's pocket and said, "Master, since you can bring your wand in, it's better to let your humble servant cast it on your behalf..."

"No need," Nelson took out his wand, Haierbo's eyes floated with the wand, his eyes gleaming with eagerness, he confirmed, "Are you sure this is true? Seriously, I already I'm tired of your careful thoughts."

"I'm sure!" Haierbo swallowed the non-existent saliva and said, "You can experiment with me."

"Really? What does he mean by the snake-like voice?" Nelson picked up the double-sided mirror placed aside, turned his back and asked softly, and held it to his ear.

"That's what the words mean," Tom's voice came from the mirror, "but I don't recommend you try this magic, because the spell does not necessarily represent the effect of the spell, and the deepest malice is often hidden between the lines in the most inconspicuous words."

"I hope you can be worthy of my trust." Nelson bent down and swung his wand to cast a spell on the ground that had just been eroded by the venom.

I only saw a white silk thread that looked like mycelium protruding from the wall of the cave. They climbed into the cave as if they were spiritual, layer by layer, layer by layer, and finally covered the small pit on the ground completely, and one The flat ground at the beginning is the same.

He once again acted against Helbo, and Helbo's wound was successfully healed.

"You earned some respect for yourself." Nelson nodded in satisfaction, closed the box with the book in between, holding the double-sided mirror, and disappeared in place.

...

"You can't try this dark wizard's spell!" Tom said fiercely as soon as he returned to the room.

"Of course I won't try, I even want to use the venom of the Curly Winged Demon to make me forget this spell." Nelson set up the mirror, put Helbo's green book in a lead box and carefully sealed it up. He was happy after doing this. He whistled, "Woo~ I thought I had become stupid. It feels good to be a smart guy."

"..." Tom held his forehead and watched Nelson's busy schedule. He didn't ask until he took out the birdcage holding the Curly Wing Devil and placed it on the table: "Then why do you ask him to spell?"

"I want him to think that I used this spell." Nelson took out a candy in his mouth, lay on the bed, opened the collar, and looked left and right around his neck. "Although there is no evidence, I It feels like this old guy is damaging me."

"How do you say?" Tom asked curiously.

"He has shaded me many times. If it weren't for my luck, he might have used my body to recover his soul."

"Hi...Is this the world outside the school? It's terrible." Tom took a deep breath and asked worriedly, "What about your injuries?"

"Actually, I have just observed it carefully," Nelson raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly. "There were only two important points in those things. First, when the Curly Winged Demon attacked Haierbo, he saw clearly its attack method. This thing was done very successfully. I found its mouthparts and sharp teeth. I think it should have never attacked me with these weapons on weekdays, otherwise there should be obvious scars on my body."

"So?"

"So this shows that it can only use venom to affect me secretly, but it doesn’t hurt—I speculate that it was mixed into the illusion with my fog a long time ago, and it poisoned me every time I entered the environment. "A kind of chronic poison," Nelson finished his observation and straightened his collar, said, "The diluted venom can even be used as a potion, so the damage shouldn't be great. I'll write to Senior Newt later. With some drugs, the effect should be eliminated soon."

"Moreover," Nelson added, looking at Tom who was hesitant to talk, "Do you think I'm normal? This time I caught the Curly Wing Demon before he poisoned it, and I feel my IQ is back again!"

"I still have reservations." Tom curled his lips and asked suddenly, "What is the name of the owl before me?"

"Spot-headed partridge, what's the matter?" Nelson smiled. "You don't think I'll even forget this? Or do you think I've been seized by Helbo?"

"It's the streaked owl, Gnar, you still haven't remembered the word, but I can be sure that it is you just by this word," Tom opened his hand and said, "Go on with your second thing. ."

"The second thing is to make Helbo think that I am desperate to treat my brain damage," Nelson smiled sullenly, "When he wants to use this thing next time, I'll give him one. Relentless."

"What is your picture? You might as well just kill him." Tom frowned and said, "I think you can be called a dark wizard by bullying him. Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable. "

"No? You don't sympathize with him, do you?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and said, "He is a wicked bastard, and his work is so ridiculous, you know? He wants to use the purgatory of war to be resurrected-facing this People, I dare not show any weakness or kindness, this may become a breakthrough for him to use."

"That's true," Tom thought for a while, and he convinced himself, "and he still has a Horcrux, you can't give him a lot of fun."

"Yes," Nelson agreed. He sat in a chair and stared at the sleeping Curly Wing Demon, poking at the spikes protruding from the cocoon, and exclaimed, "Think about it now, the influence of Curly Wing Demon on me is still It's pretty big."

"How do you say?" Tom asked worriedly.

"Maybe I am a Gryffindor in my bones. My caution and restraint seem to come more from my own insights. When it is difficult for me to remember the lessons in my mind for the first time, I always tend to do some reckless things. "

"You are not like a rash guy."

"Do you dare to imagine? On a Muggle cruise ship, a jailed wizard asked to report safety, but the saints were summoned...single-handedly rushed into the illusion and battled Helbo's intact Horcrux, and was almost caught Kill it, can you think about these things that I can do?" Nelson sat on the side of the bed, counting his absurd behavior this year, "Really, if it wasn't for my luck, I might have died."

"Luck is also part of strength." Tom said relieved. "Besides, you are not dead, are you?"

"You didn't say that before," Nelson laughed. "I still remember that when I was in the orphanage, I had a fight with the bad guys in the block next door, but you collected a lot of their black material."

"Okay, okay, don't say it." Tom waved his hand.

"Well~www.readwn.com~ Nelson smiled, changed the subject, and asked, "Did you see your father when you went to France this time?" "

"That man named Tom Riddle?" Tom asked rhetorically.

As soon as Nelson heard this name, he knew that Tom’s family quest was half broken. He slapped his lips and asked, "Isn't it easy to talk?"

"In the conversation just now, the central idea of ​​the marketer from beginning to end is: I am rich," Tom said dismissively, "What do I want those pounds for? What's the use? Gringotts even exchanges quotas every year. , I just took out a light from the secret room and sold it. It is more valuable than the pile of muggles, not to mention waiting for me to get the door knocker..."

Tom closed his mouth suddenly, and Nelson caught the blind spot and asked, "What knocker?"

"It's nothing." Tom grunted twice, took out a photo from his pocket and held it to the mirror, and said, "But he also has a daughter who should be regarded as my sister. Look at this photo, do you think she... …"

Nelson squinted at the girl in the mirror. Compared to the missing person notice he saw in Hungerton, the girl in this photo is bigger, the photo is clearer, and more familiar. After a while, The bunch of hair on top of his head bends slowly:

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