My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Knights of the Guardian, what a long-lasting name..."

Professor Bins got up from the sofa. For the ghost professor, it was not very appropriate to describe his movements at the moment by "stand up". He floated straight up, crossed the desk, and passed through Nelson's body, floating. When I arrived at the quaint closet that occupies half of the wall, I opened the door, took out a long and thin wine bottle with a dark body, and floated it back to the seat, "This bottle of wine was still given to me by Salazar back then. of."

　　 "Mr. Wiltening, would you mind pouring me a glass of wine?" He sat back on the sofa and begged, "The glass is on the shelf on your right."

　　 Nelson nodded and took off a clean goblet.

"Tin cup, large one, take two." Professor Bins commanded, "You have a cup too. I won't tell your dean. This kind of good wine that has been in the old age will soon be opened after opening. Spoiled."

"Okay, Professor." Nelson found two large tin cups depicting the sun with rough brushstrokes. They looked like cups for the three-meter-tall giant. He drew out his wand and tapped the bottleneck. The plug popped out with a "bang", followed by a pleasant popping sound caused by the collision of fine foams. Nelson followed the wall of the glass and poured the dark red wine into the glass. Suddenly, there was a burst of dark red wine. The scent of clear alcohol mixed with the smell of fruit and wood spreads throughout the office. Just sniffing the smell makes Nelson feel a little drunk.

　　 He sat back on his seat and reached out to hold the handle of the tin cup. It felt cold to the touch, while the little abstract sun painted on it lit up, emitting a warm red.

"Is it cute? This is a set of tin cups that my daughter personally made for me on her eighth birthday. What a pity, after so many years of bumping and bumping, now there are only two left." Professor Bins saw Nelson with curiosity. He looked at himself with a smile, and said, "Curious how the ghost drinks alcohol?"

After that, he picked up the wine glass and poured the liquor into his mouth, but the aging delicacy went straight through his body and splashed onto the sofa behind him. He shook his head sadly and said, "I'm almost there. I haven't tasted any taste for a thousand years, just like I haven't heard the name of the Knights of the Guardian for a thousand years."

　　 "Professor..." Nelson wanted to comfort the old ghost who had lived alone for hundreds of thousands of years, but he found out how worthy of comforting him at his age so young and poor, he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

　　 "Why do you suddenly become so sad?" Professor Bins smiled, pointed his finger at the tin cup in front of Nelson, and said, "Try it for me."

Nelson picked up the glass and sipped it. This bottle of old wine as old as Hogwarts gave him a very strange feeling. Nelson didn't like drinking. He didn't like the feeling of alcohol, but he didn't like the taste of alcohol. And this bottle of wine is so different. With one sip, every cell in the mouth is jumping for joy, greedily absorbing and squeezing every trace of flavor, and when it slides down the throat into the stomach, Nelson His magical power also surged, and a faint mist appeared in the office. His eyes widened in surprise, but he had a drunken hiccup.

Nelson covered his mouth in embarrassment. Professor Bins reached into the fog and stirred his eyes suddenly. He waved his hand with a smile and said, "Drink more, but don't drink too much. Some herbs have long since disappeared, and this technique has long since been lost."

　　 After all, he stopped looking at Nelson and started telling his own story on his own.

"I may be the only wizard in the Knights of the Guardian who doesn't know how to protect the gods." He faced Nelson, but his eyes did not focus on the opposite student, and he drifted away. "Speaking of which, this history There are indeed few records, because everyone at that time did not want to let future generations know that they, a group of brilliant people in their own time, were horrified by a black wizard from BC, even though they won in the end. Everyone knows that the only thing that almost broke them was the servant of the dark wizard and even the toys. They had to call it'Dementor's Chaos' and didn't even want to mention that name."

　　 "The dark wizard of BC?" Nelson put down his wine glass and said sternly.

"Yes, I know that you like the history of magic very much, and you study very seriously. You should know a black hole in the history of ancient magic-the despicable Helbo." Professor Bins retracted his gaze and said, "As for why he is called a black hole, Presumably you also know that, in the eyes of many people, the historians who study the history of dark magic are very poor. When they encounter a magic that does not know who is the creator, they will comment on the latter'This is the invention of the despicable Helbo'. But it's actually not the case-the inheritance of these magics couldn't be more clear, so clear that it was suffocating."

"So--" Nelson was speechless. He thought that half of the humble and incomplete soul in the illusion was just a "backbone man". Although tough, it should not be so outrageous. At this moment, he is a "loyal servant" of himself. His vigilance has taken another step up.

"Yes, although the direction of my research is not the history of black magic, I have to admit that it is the most reliable explanation," Professor Bins continued. "The Helborians invented countless malicious curses and created them. There are several terrifying magical creatures, the most famous of which is the basilisk, but the most dangerous is not the basilisk, but the dementor."

　　 "The Dementor was created by Helbo?"

"Yes, one day a thousand years ago, this kind of creature suddenly appeared on the land of Britain. At first they only appeared on Wales and some of the surrounding islands. Some wizards and Muggles witnessed some wearing black robes. The slender figure of Wandering in the mass graves in the wilderness, at first we thought it might be some kind of corpse or someone attacked by dark magic, until someone witnessed them sucking out a person's soul through a kiss..."

　　 Professor Bins shuddered as he talked, and this long-lasting memory left a deep impression on him.

"Weizengamore quickly issued an emergency order, calling on the British wizards to try their best to repel and capture the dead souls around the living quarters-oh, at that time they were still called dead souls, and the committee members of Wizengamore generally believed that they were Some kind of soul puppet made by a dead wizard, which they judged from the carrion-like face of the captured dementor." Professor Bins's voice became shrill and trembling, "but they ignore For one thing, each of the members of Wissengarmo is a famous and powerful wizard, but the vast majority of people in the world can't fight a dementor."

　　 "So this command caused a lot of casualties?"

"Yes," Professor Bins said helplessly, staring with white eyes. "In just three days, thousands of wizards were missing, countless Muggles were missing, and the dementors seemed to be from them. Crawling out of the corpse, it was all over the UK for a while, and their race was also found across the Strait. We still don’t know how they reproduced, but during that time, the dementors did get more and more More, their ethnic group has become larger and larger, and their behavior has become unscrupulous, and they have begun to attack human towns and settlements in groups. On the land they have ravaged, only one has lost its soul and is heading for decay. And the body of death."

"His—" Nelson didn't expect these honest jailers to do such a big thing before. He drank a sip of wine and asked, "Then how do you judge that they are creatures made by Helbo?" "

"Because it does not belong to this world," Professor Bins looked at Nelson and explained, "The most primitive desire of a creature is to live. Every creature has its own way of survival. It feeds on certain creatures, and It is the food of another kind of living creatures. Life is endless and cyclical like this. But dementors are different. They are the darkest and most evil emotions in the world. You can feel the emotions in them hundreds of meters away. Malice, they feed on the good emotions of humans, leaving people with only the most desperate, pessimistic, and least willing to remember memories. They are only aimed at humans, and this kind of creatures shouldn’t exist according to our perceptions. of."

　　 Nelson nodded thoughtfully.

"The decisive evidence comes from a friend of mine who embarked on a journey to find the source of this biological source when the dementors began to wreak havoc in the UK." Professor Bins retracted his gaze and looked at the cabinet. In a set of matryoshka with peeling paint, said, "He has a keen intuition. When everyone thinks that dementors are a natural phenomenon or even a punishment from a'god', he can see the abruptness of this creature at a glance. Inconsistent with that, he left England and began to search for similar legends or magic around the world."

　　 "Did he finally find it?"

"Of course," Professor Bins smiled proudly. He felt proud of his friend's deeds. "He finally found the answer he wanted in the Balkans of the Byzantine Empire-the infamous Helbo was being killed by women. Before the defeat, Priest Pythia left a curse and threatening sentence: "I have created the most loyal servants. They will help me spread pain like the world and wipe out all your hopes! Your souls will also be torn by them. It has to be smashed and eaten away! This is the fate of being an enemy of me!'."

　　 Professor Bins recites this sentence with eloquence, and he can see that he remembers it in detail.

"Thousands of years have passed since the despicable Helbo was defeated, and even ancient Greece has disappeared, and Helbo's curse has never been fulfilled. For the local wizards, his curse is just the snarling barking of the bereaved dog. , But for the British wizards, this curse is extremely true. It has really been fulfilled, but I don’t know why I came to the UK and it was delayed for more than a thousand years."

　　 "That's it."

Nelson suddenly realized that the history of only a few words was finally made up. It turned out that such a disaster happened here. If you think about it, even if there are very few people around today who will use the patron saint, you can already imagine a wizard a thousand years ago. The feeling of powerlessness when we confronted the endless stream of dementors.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the aging ghost teacher in front of him. When facing the ignorance of the way ahead, he even dared to die and become a ghost to find a solution to the problem. How many such things are there? Can an individual do it?

　　 "Now that you understand what happened back then, you can ask your questions."

　　 "That's it," Nelson thought for a while, put the Guardian medal on the desk, and said, "When the award was over and I left, I heard the medal say something to me."

"What?" Professor Bins raised his head, his face was full of astonishment. He leaned forward and approached the medal through the table, almost stuffing the medal into his body. He stared at Nelson and asked, "It said What's up?"

"It said, watch out for Helbo, stay away from Helbo, kill Helbo." Nelson swallowed and said, "It also said, destroy him, destroy them, and everything is over. Do you know that it wants me to destroy Who?"

"Halpo is still alive?" Professor Bins didn't seem to know more than Nelson. On the contrary, he was even more surprised. He carefully looked at the silver hoop-shaped medal on the table, and even reached out his hand through it, after a while. , Shook his head, and said, "Although I am just a ghost, I can't touch it, but I can guarantee that it is an ordinary Guardian medal—at first I thought it was a Horcrux or something similar. But there is no trace."

　　 Professor Bins spread out his hands~www.readwn.com~ and sat back on the sofa.

　　 "Is that...Thank you, Professor." Nelson grabbed the medal, stood up, ready to leave, "Then I won't bother you, my friend is still waiting for me."

　　 "Can you leave it to me? Let me study it for a while." Professor Bins asked, "Maybe I can help you find what is hiding in it."

　　 "Okay, trouble you." Nelson put the medal back on the table, took two steps back, turned and walked towards the door.

　　 "By the way, take the half bottle of the bar and share a point with your friends so that the dean will not see it."

　　 Nelson turned around and saw Professor Bins winking at him. He thought for a while, but still did not resist the temptation of delicious food, turned around and walked back. Back and forth, he finally left the door.

　　 "Mr. Wilten, if you have any questions, you can always talk to me. I also have some research on the history of magic in Northern Europe. I think you will be interested."

　　 Professor Bins’s voice sounded behind him.

"Okay, thank you." Nelson closed the door and saw Ravenclaw's Dean, Professor Sykes, hurriedly passing by the stairwell across the corridor. The two people's eyes crossed for a moment, and they separated quickly. This A professor who had been in class for two weeks, only lectured, did not communicate or even left homework, nodded at Nelson sternly, turned the corner, and disappeared.

　　 Nelson glanced at her back, touched the bag he was carrying, and approached the magic history classroom.

　　 Tom was still sleeping on the table, and as soon as Nelson approached, he immediately raised his head vigilantly.

　　 "Let's go, eat, I'm starving to death."