My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 The ocean has a roaring look, but sometimes it also has a gentle look.

For travellers who are struggling with boats and cars, throwing bread crumbs on the rippling sea and teasing the seagulls that are close to humans is undoubtedly a relaxing leisure. This scene makes Nelson seem to be back when he left home on the Icarus. , The leisure time to meet those Jacks on the sea.

　　Although the tranquility is always broken quickly, for Nelson, this is undoubtedly a leisurely vacation in his short life.

He was dressed in a British-style attire, lying on the deck chair in front of the upper deck. The water was broken by the cruise ship, and there were agile splashes of water. The salty smell was like fresh clams peeled off the shell, which adjusted the bitter taste in his mouth.

　　 Tom carried a wine bottle full of pumpkin juice in his hand, leaning against the guardrail at the bow, holding a brass monocular and looking into the distance.

"This is the high seas, Tom," Nelson put on his head a copy of "Singing and Singing" that Muggles looked to be outdated by The Times, and murmured angrily. "The Hogwarts school regulations can't control you. And the United States has abolished Prohibition a long time ago."

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking about, Gnar," Tom said without looking back. "You know I can't beat alcohol. There must be hundreds of small silver **** that can be videotaped watching here. "

　　 "Your imagination is so rich." Nelson curled his lips. "Have you seen the ship we were looking for? Inferred from the ocean currents and wind direction, we are going to meet it these days."

　　 "No," Tom took the binoculars from his face and threw it to Nelson. "Look for yourself, there is nothing, it's cleaner than my uncle's wallet."

The newspaper on Nelson's face was still covered, but he reached out his hand and grabbed the telescope. He straightened up on the armrest of the recliner and raised the telescope to observe. Even though it was pointing at the sky at the moment, it was a hundred miles away. The outer sea still appeared in front of him—the waves mixed with foam and plankton, as well as the delicate fish scales gleaming in the sun, except for human beings, there were almost everything in the picture.

He gently turned the **** on the telescope, the east, west, south, north and even the sky was underwater. The situation in all directions appeared in the telescope, or nothing—they had been on this ship for several days, but what Professor Bins said was the ship. But even the shadow did not appear. He couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of Professor Bins's intelligence. After all, if he couldn't touch it again, the ship would be in Europe.

　　 "It's a vacation." Nelson put down his binoculars, continued to lie back on the couch, and covered his face with newspaper. "It's not in a hurry anyway."

　　Tom left by the railing and walked into Nelson. There was the sound of bottles colliding on the way.

　　 "I want butter beer, thank you."

"Okay," Tom asked curiously after a bottle of refreshing drink was handed to Nelson's hand after a burst of foam breaking, "Why are you not in a hurry? Are you not afraid of the second Salem situation again? ?"

　　 "Hailbo loved a loyal slave the most during his lifetime. He had a premonition that he would be defeated by wizards, but he was reluctant to work hard and be faithful."

Nelson did not answer Tom’s question. Instead, he slowly told the story of the year in the tone of Professor Bins’s lecture. Tom’s sleepiness came to mind like a reflex. He leaned on the parasol, yawned, and said, "Unexpectedly, he still has such a human side."

"What are you talking about?" Nelson straightened up, the newspaper slipped off his face, he glanced at Tom with a strange look, and continued, "Hailbor was not willing to give that slave's loyalty. He decided to give that slave greater loyalty. —If you go to the forbidden book area of ​​the school library, you can find a book called "Crazy Black Wizard: Beware of Dark Magic!" on the fourth row of the third bookshelf, and you can see the Horcrux in it This is the only Horcrux that has been recorded, but people only knew the past."

　　 "Did he give his Horcrux to the loyal slave?"

　　 "What are you thinking about?" Nelson glanced at Tom again with a strange look, and said, "He made that slave a Horcrux."

"what?!"

"You should be very familiar with the corpse, just like those things in Knock Down Alley, the loyal slave was made into a corpse, and Helbo hid a piece of his soul in his body-these are all Binz The results of the professor’s research."

　　 "Oh... it's hard to imagine, the reward for the loyal is to be made into a corpse?" Tom shook his head, and took a breath, "I'm afraid there is any hatred."

"How can we understand the mind of the dark wizard?" Nelson took the butterbeer in his hand and took a sip to moisturize the somewhat dry throat. "He declared that he gave the faithful slave eternal life, but in fact It is to lock a poor soul in a decayed but eternally moving corpse. Helbo casts an indelible curse on this slave-he will run forever until the day the world is destroyed."

　　 "So that Haierbo's Horcrux will not be discovered by others?"

"I think Helbo thought the same way," Nelson nodded. "This guy carrying his soul fragments started a thousand-year-old run, and even went to India once, but during the time when Hogwarts was founded. , Because of the commotion caused by the Dementor Rebellion, many outstanding wizards in the world united and cut the connection between the illusion and the real world, so that from now on, except for the real dead, few people can set foot in that pure white land. The blockade took hundreds of years to carry out reinforcement work, so after the poet Dante, the imagination of the illusion as an underworld was completely an absurd myth."

　　 ""The Divine Comedy"?"

"Well, on the day this book was completed, the passage between fantasy and reality was completely blocked, making the land of the dead completely a legend." Nelson took out a notebook that Binns gave him along with a note from his pocket. He has been watching the sky on the ship. In order to find out whether the connection between Nelson and the illusion will bring him into danger, Professor Bins has carried out a detailed research on the legend of the illusion. After the blockade, Haierbo, who was wandering in the land of life and death as a hub, fell completely into silence, and the Horcruxes associated with him that were left behind in this world lacked the supplement of magic power, and lost many of their original powers, including the name never Slaves who will stop running."

　　 "Is he dead?"

"No, he is not dead. He quickly decayed and withered in India, turning into a thin, sculptural corpse, but because there was always a rumorous heartbeat in his chest, he was taken by an unknown little sect. It was enshrined as a golden body left by a certain eminent monk after his death, but how could Haierbo’s Horcrux be mastered by a group of mortals, and those who had contact with him had almost no good results. He kept changing hands in the hands of Indian dignitaries. , While causing tragedies one after another, it adds a terrifying legend-a sculpture with an unknown audience."

　　 "Is it in a boat?"

"Yes, in 1696, a pirate ship chartered by Elizabeth I set off from New York Harbor and headed to the Indian Ocean for the defense of the East India Company. Captain William Kidd was an arrogant wizard. After arriving in India, he was in A Brahmin wizard found this corpse that had turned into a statue in the collection room of the home of a Brahmin wizard. By the way, Indian wizards are basically Brahmins."

　　 Nelson flipped through Professor Bins’s notebook and showed Tom the pictures and related reports posted on it.

"William thought that this might be an attempt by a dark wizard to resurrect, because he didn't learn no skill and didn't listen to the history of magic well. He mistakenly recognized the Ouroboros mark on the statue's eyebrows as the resurrection of a certain religion. Symbol, it happened that several people died in the home of the Brahman wizard at that time, eager to get rid of the hot potato, so the two quickly reached a deal. William believed that the black magic contained in the statue was full of destructive power, so he changed the collision angle on the ship. It has become this horrible statue, and I hope it can make his ship, the Adventure Paddle, invincible in naval battles."

　　 "Oh, he is so bold." Tom took the notes handed over by Nelson and looked through it.

"Yeah, like the despicable Helbo, he has an unfamiliar nickname called the arrogant William." Nelson nodded, "I'm not sure if it was affected by Horcrux. This ship hasn't fought much yet. There were many major damages in the first time, and the combatants were repeatedly injured and killed. William had to grab a French merchant ship and return to Britain."

　　 "I read the report that William Kidd was hanged by Muggles? Is this reasonable?"

"Of course it's unreasonable. The gallows was his first mate. William was infected with a disease that he loved to run and even had to run while eating and sleeping. He passed away in torture, and his death was almost exactly the same as the corpse. ."

　　 "Hiss... is it a curse?" Tom turned to a disgusting picture and quickly turned to the next page.

"I guess so, but he has been cremated by Saint Mungo to avoid infection, so we don't know what curse he was and whether he was from Helbo," Nelson concluded. "As for the ship that was caused by him The abandoned pirate ship was originally parked securely in the dock of India, but suddenly disappeared on the day of his death. Since then, there has been a record of people repeatedly witnessing an unmanned adventure galley. Like a ghost ship in a pirate novel, it is constantly wandering on the sea. I guess it may be that Helbo’s curse on slaves spread to the hull, and there are many magical objects on the ship to provide nourishment for it, finally turning it into a tireless ship I only know the running ghost pirate ship."

　　 "So..." Tom suddenly realized, "But if that's the case, shouldn't it be in the Indian Ocean?"

"Good question, Tom," Nelson lay down again and covered his face with a newspaper, "probably because it is relatively free and sails around the world every year. According to previous sightings, it is speculated that it should be traveling in the Atlantic Ocean this season. "

　　 "Empiricalism... is this reliable? If it is really that free."

　　 "Of course it's not reliable, Tom, that's what I said casually," Nelson smiled from the newspaper, "mainly because the Knights of the Guardian detected an outbreak of dark magic in the Horcrux in the Pacific."

　　 "You fool me!" Tom approached quickly, holding the newspaper firmly, tapping Nelson with the bottle in his hand, "Are you happy! Are you happy! Are you happy!"

　　 Suddenly, a red figure rushed out of the cabin, leaped off and kicked, and mentioned Tom's lap, but Tom remained unmoved. Instead, Adele was bounced onto the deck.

　　Tom quickly let go of Nelson, went to check Adele's situation, helped her from the ground, smiled and rubbed her hair, "We are playing around."

　　 Adele smiled awkwardly and ran away quickly.

　　 "What a lovely child," Tom smiled and surreptitiously filled Nelson's cup with a wand in his sleeve. "She is protecting you."

　　 "She is at the age in need of protection." Nelson picked up the bottle and drank it. "Aren't we cleaning up these annoying Horcruxes so that they don't suffer the same suffering again?"

"But who will protect you at the age when you need to be protected?" Tom gagged his mouth with a bottle and poured pumpkin juice "tons and tons". UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't speak, and waited until half a bottle was down. , He wiped his mouth and sighed, "Professor Bins can actually extract clues from so many years of reports and records for a sculpture."

"Yes, the Knights of the Guardian is just squatting on the ocean to detect the characteristics of the Horcrux under his early warning. If he does not have this discovery and conjecture, let it float on the huge ocean, we are likely to miss it directly. "The last battle," Nelson nodded in approval, "History is the most precious legacy of time, and we should remember and cherish them."

　　...

　　 "We should remember all history, whether it is good or bad."

Norton II threw the crutches aside, and stood on one leg among the many kneeling statues, as if he was in a tomb-filled cemetery, looking at his familiar face and the tall, straight-backed postman in front of him. The statue, he shed tears of regret-since when did he let go? Watching his homeland slip into the abyss so quickly, he felt fear after a while, and even his heart palpitated.

　　 "Your Majesty, the sun has set." The subordinate looked at Norton II, who had not rested much for a week, and wanted to put on a dress for him, "You must rest well, the Magic Congress of the United States is the only one left."

"The position is empty there, there will always be someone to make it up." Norton II shook his head, "But what we need to do most now is to tell those who are in those positions not to follow the old ways of their predecessors. Our children can't destroy them. In our own hands."

　　 The representatives of the nations have already left with what they want. What remains here is a satirical statue, a weak, one-legged Emperor, and the feathers of that place.