My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson and Tom did not bid farewell to Ludwig and Margaret after all. Although they experienced some interesting stories together this semester, some people would only be passing through in their lives. It would be better to leave the suspense for the next time. Possible encounter.

If most people who passed by can meet again.

As the silently affected students recovered, the doctors of St. Mungo also evacuated one after another. They kept silent about the face under Miss Joey’s mask. Although Miss Joey did not send them away, when everyone left. I went to her office once, and Nelson did not have much curiosity about the hideous scars on Miss Joey’s face. Everyone has an unbearable past, especially the choice to leave the scar on his face. The lady on.

Time flies quickly, as if everyone is lying on the front foot in the corridor of the school hospital, and on the back foot you have to sit in the test room of the history of magic to take the test. Most people don’t know how the trolls were driven out of the towns and fairies of human life. The answer to the question of who is the rebellious wizard helper.

Of course, these people did not include Nelson. He finished the exam paper on the history of magic early, packed up the paper and pen, and left the examination room five minutes earlier at the signal of Professor Bins.

But almost everyone who submits their papers in advance will face the same problem-what can they do outside?

There was no one in the corridors of the castle, and everyone sitting in the seats was struggling with writing, hoping to make up something in the last five minutes.

The subject of history may not be the most interesting subject, but the test paper of the history exam is definitely the most interesting one. You can see that people use their wild imaginations to fill in all kinds of bizarre stories in the time that has passed, when they are limited by their vision. When modern people meet with ancient people who are limited by history, the fabricated stories are often absurd in reason, just like reading a comic novel about a knight charging a windmill.

And this creative career often happens in the last five minutes.

Nelson did not recall the exam questions like most people who study hard, his mind was completely filled with the conversation with Tom after returning from the Ministry of Magic—when did Tom realize his worries? Was it when the joke from the Ministry of Magic was collected by the prophecy ball, or was it a long time ago when the two were sitting on the roof of the Westside Orphanage and basking in the sun?

Nelson shook his head and let out a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" The old, misty voice suddenly sounded beside him, and Nelson was taken aback and turned his head.

"Professor Bins?" He squinted his eyes, and Professor Bins went straight through the wall.

"It's very convenient." Professor Bins said calmly, "Why sigh? Didn't you perform well? I believe that even if you only get half of your level, you will get better results than everyone else."

"No, Professor." Nelson shook his head. "I'm thinking about other things."

"Really strange, Nelson, I have been at Hogwarts for hundreds of years, and I was the first time I saw a student who did not sigh for the exam after the exam," Professor Bins patted Nelson on the shoulder, feeling a cold touch. Nelson felt like a cold butterbeer, but it made him wake up all of a sudden. Professor Binns continued, "I think you have been a little absent-minded lately, especially after the Triwizard Tournament. As someone who comes by, I have I want to tell you a piece of advice."

"You say."

"Never believe too much in what people say." Professor Bins made a rare playful one, making Nelson a little speechless. Seeing the look of expectation on Nelson's face, he said with satisfaction, "People still have to live in the moment. , It will be tiring to think too much, Nelson, you see, even this decadent ghost of me understands this truth better than you."

"Thank you, professor."

Professor Bins’ consolation did not provide any substantial help, but it made Nelson a lot easier. For so many years, he has been struggling whether to tell Tom the story he knew, but the practice is always telling others the truth of decisiveness. If someone jumped out to talk about Voldemort and the like, Nelson might have been the least believed one.

"Jingle Bell-"

The bell rang at the end of the exam, but Professor Bins did not move. He leaned against the wall and was relatively speechless with Nelson.

"Professor, the exam is over, won't you collect your papers?"

"Let them make up a little bit more." Professor Bins shook his head and said considerately. "You can't remember anything by looking at their poor little heads, you know? At the end of the semester, teachers are actually no more relaxed than students. , When we looked through each test paper, we tried our best to find supplementary scores for the students, did you know? When I changed a test paper in your class last year, someone said that Quidditch’s batter’s position was a troll invention of."

"Did you give points?"

"Give it a part, because trolls also like to hit ball-shaped things with sticks, I mean the wizard's head."

"Hahaha, to tell you the truth, Professor, I'm not as good as a troll."

"I was a good player when I was alive."

"But professor, Quidditch was invented in the eleventh century."

"Ah? Really?" Professor Bins shook his transparent head. "Your history of magic is really solid."

"You taught well." Nelson said with a grin.

"Well, it looks like you are getting better," Professor Bins nodded and said, "Then it's time to say something business."

"What's the matter? Professor?" Nelson's expression became serious in an instant. The business related to Professor Binns can only be the despicable Helbo, "What's wrong with Helbo?"

"I heard Albus say that you ended up with him?" Professor Bins asked. "Push him into that door?"

"Have you seen that door?"

"I am a ghost, a child, a ghost that has lived for a long time. I have heard many legends," Professor Bins nodded. "At present, it seems that you have indeed done things that countless people can't do. You chose to become a ghost. At the time, I even made a plan for a protracted war-to guide people after the disaster one by one to find Helbo’s Horcrux and eventually defeat him. Logically speaking, those who possess the Horcrux will be resisted by death, but You squeezed him into death abruptly, and a strange phenomenon appeared. A wizard who split his soul died, but his Horcrux was still there."

"What's wrong?"

"The dementors are becoming more and more active. Their movements are much richer than they were a hundred years ago. This is what Albus told me yesterday," Professor Bins said seriously, "There are almost simultaneous outbreaks in many parts of the world... Well, how do you say it? It belongs to the restlessness of magic, and these magic powers are all similar, there are twelve places!"

"Hailbo has so many Horcruxes?!" Nelson was a little shocked, and couldn't help raising his voice.

"There should be thirteen, but An Xin, my child, the most difficult enemy has been solved by you. You can't always think that everyone in the world except you is a fool," Professor Bins patted Nelson on the shoulder and said. "Trust me, there will always be good wizards to solve those problems, except for some special..."

"special?"

"Yes, it seems that two Horcruxes were hidden by him in the illusion, and even opened a gap in the Muggle settlement. I think no one in the world is more familiar with them than you," Professor Bins said, "Sorry. , My child, you took the greatest risk by yourself, but you still have to let you do the finishing work of sweeping the rubbish. I'm sorry."

"Professor, I have sworn an oath to the Knights of the Guardian Order, and I am also a person who loves cleanliness." Nelson blinked, "Besides, Helbo hates me to the bone, I should seize the opportunity to let this evil fellow say goodbye completely. "

"Don't worry, he has indeed said goodbye. This time, you should show off his prey as a victor!" Professor Bins said with a smile, "And in the face of defeated generals, you don't have to fight alone."

"That's right." Unlike the fear and powerlessness of facing an unknown powerful enemy and desperate situation before, the fragmented remnant of Helbo is nothing more than a stake of his diligent magic to Nelson. He clenched his fist, and was eager to try the courage in his heart. Fill up.

"May my late friends bless you, boy." Professor Bins blinked. "Let me thank you for them too."

"Little meaning."

"After the exam, I will ask someone to send you the address."

It seems that this is not a very important matter.

Nelson looked at the position of Professor Bins. He was gone, leaving only a fluttering "Ten minutes. I am a little hopeful that these little guys will create interesting history. I hope they will stop using strange things as Quidditches." Qi created a legend."

Across the wall, Nelson could hear the last struggle of the classmates in the classroom behind him, and there was another magnificent wild history about to unfold on the test paper.

Nelson looked at the classroom door, unexpectedly the first one to come out was Alphad. His face was full of depression and pain. He would be like this every time he finished the exam. Seeing Nelson, Alphad’s eyes lit up immediately. Move closer to this side.

"How did you do in the morning?" Alphad asked impatiently.

"What did you do on the test? The history of magic?" Nelson teased, "You care about the test, Alphad. I thought you were going to be dismissed from the school."

"How come! I have always made it my goal to be a good student. You see, how well I performed this last month, and even added points to the college." Alphad murmured, "And it's the afternoon. I’m talking about divination class."

"Thank you, Alphad, I hope you can have this kind of performance next semester," Tom came from behind him, patted Alphad on the shoulder, and said, "You know, the subject of divination, even if you You don’t really know anything, and you can fool it by pretending to be celestial and human. Mrs. Crimmans won’t care about this kind of thing.”

"So what did you fortune tell?" Nelson looked at Alphad and asked curiously.

"Me?" Alphad scratched his head. "I think my answer should please her. After all, no one can refuse the new dress her husband gave him."

"Do you predict that her husband will give her a new dress?" Nelson's expression was a little weird.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Damn it, it's a miscalculation, don't their generation not popular skirts?"

"Oh..." Tom dragged the long tone and shook his head at Alphad. "I don't know if it's popular, but I know that Mrs. Clemence has no husband."

"..."

"If she can find true love before scoring, and receive a new dress..."

"Don't worry, Tom," Nelson dragged Tom away, leaving Alphad standing there alone, melancholy. "Mrs. Clemence scored on the spot. She wanted something good. It's going to be a holiday soon, at least Alphad doesn't need it. Received a roaring letter from Mr. Black."

"He'll yell at me in person..." Alphad murmured, crying, "I hope the initiator of the goblin rebellion will be Godric Gryffindor."

Hearing these words, the ghost professor who had just floated out of the classroom almost fell to the ground one by one. Nelson clearly saw that his face had changed from transparent to muddy, as if he was trying hard to think about how to give points.

Nelson quickened his pace and disappeared with Tom at the end of the corridor.

"What's the matter? Are you nervous about the final potion exam? I remember you can get a full score directly in a course?"

"No, Tom, do you have any plans for this holiday?"

"What arrangements can I have?" Tom shrugged. "Aren't we all the same? Where do you go, where do I go, it seems that you suddenly have any arrangements?"

"Yes." Nelson nodded. "We can go harvest the remnants of Helbo."

"Is he not dead yet? Is this a qualified Dark Lord? It's disgusting enough," Tom frowned. In addition to "disgusting", his most recent mantra added "a qualified Dark Lord"." How can he be as lingering as Christian's father?"

"No, he's dead," Nelson said, taking out a dark but crystal eye-like stone from his pocket. "It's just his leftover Horcruxes. When someone else dies, those magic powers agitated, you see, Tom, this is the material I found for Professor Slughorn’s gift, but it seems to have deteriorated, and it doesn’t look like a soul... I think if you must find the soul of an evil wizard, Helbo’s Horcrux may be The most perfect, not to mention those fragments must be very weak."

"Those? How much?"

"two."

"I thought there were more than a hundred... I hope not to be too far apart." Tom thought for a moment and licked his lips. "I hope his lingering shadow can have his own ability. I really want to be famous like that. As an opponent, I’ve never had a chance—even though I’m weak, I hope he can please me."

"I'm looking forward to it, Tom."

"What time do we take the train?"

Seeing Tom’s appearance, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com seems to be ready to pack up and set off.

"There will be an exam tomorrow!"

"It's okay, I can get second in the whole year without taking that potion."

"Why don't you take the first place?" Nelson asked, "No, I don't know where it is. Professor Bins should want us to finish the exam before we go."

"It doesn't seem to be a crisis of burning eyebrows, it's kind of boring," Tom shrugged. "You can get a perfect score without an exam. Of course I am second, huh? Isn't that Professor Slughorn? Professor, good afternoon!"

He waved to Professor Slughorn who had just walked out of McGonagall's office.

"Oh, my favorite children," Professor Slughorn greeted him with a smile, "Happy holiday."

"Happy to you too," Nelson bowed slightly. "Professor, I—"

"Okay, needless to say, I know."