My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Huh... it's really hard to get up early."

Early the next morning, Nelson came to the History of Magic classroom early. The furnishings in this classroom on the ground floor were exactly the same as those hundreds of years ago. If there were no accidents, it would remain like this for hundreds of years to come.

Nelson held a bottle of gin carefully wrapped in an oak box, carefully placed it on the lecture table, and randomly selected a front seat in the empty classroom, quietly waiting for the class.

"Welcome, Nelson," Professor Bins's voice floated out from behind the blackboard, followed by his transparent body and those milky white eyes that could clearly see the joy. "If you get up early, you feel If it's painful, we can change time to class."

"Follow the schedule," Nelson sneered, and Professor Bins heard his yawning complaint. He felt embarrassed by being caught on the spot. "After all, the time of other students is also arranged according to the schedule."

"This is not a problem," Professor Bins floated slowly to Nelson, and even sat down in the seat next to him. "You may not know that this course is only you in this semester."

"I am the only student?" Nelson was stunned. He knew that the history of magic was not popular among his classmates, but he had heard from Bollocks during the holidays that Professor Bins gave a good grade in the improvement class, so there are always some ways to save trouble. Students who didn’t take full courses like to take this course, "Professor, as far as I know, Mettle Warren of Ravenclaw also chose this course."

He couldn't help but recall the exchanges of a few people during the vacation. Could it be that he remembered it wrong? Could it be that Jokunda secretly poisoned herself again? He touched the back of his head, trying to find the wound left by the Winged Demon.

"Ah...I know her. Professor Flitwick approached me to discuss this matter yesterday," Professor Bins said calmly. "After talking to Miss Warren in person, I don't think she chose because she likes the history of magic. My improvement class, so I persuaded her to give up and change to a more useful arithmetic divination. For most wizards, prying into the future and seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is more valuable than burying oneself in a pile of old paper."

Hearing what he said, Nelson's heart froze. Some courses such as the study of magical animals may be unpopular, but they are not unpopular to the point where only one student is left, and Professor Bins's understatement has taken the unwelcome pain. Hidden deeply, he even put the history of magic into a "useless" course.

"Professor...I—"

"Actually, having you, a student who really loves the history of magic, feels more gratified than the full list of people on the elective list."

Professor Bins didn’t seem to want to listen to Nelson’s comfort. He raised his hand and pointed to the blackboard. The silver numbers that emerged were as striking as fireflies in the dim classroom: "I have summarized a rule. When the wizarding world encounters an accident, the students In the sixth grade, the desire to choose the improvement class of magic history will be reduced. For example, since the year you were born, I have hardly taught improvement classes, except for the previous few years, Miranda from Slytherin. Gorsak chose this course. In fact, many people did not realize that the more the situation changes, the more similar answers should be found in history."

"Professor, has the class already started?" Nelson smiled and raised his hand to ask.

"Yes, Nelson, history tends to help those smart people who want to understand it," Professor Bins said softly, "Now, take out your notebook and let us walk into the world outside the UK and understand Wizards in other countries have a grand history from nothing."

Nelson cleverly took out a thick notebook from his schoolbag, and the magic wand in his pocket quickly turned into a beautiful quill pen and appeared in his hand.

"In the next two years, you will learn about the role of magic in history," Professor Bins floated behind the desk and said forcefully to the only student under the podium. "I hope that the future will be in this classroom. I can mention your name more than once during my lectures!"

The eyes of ghosts and humans met in the air, and the pictures spanning thousands of years flickered in Professor Bins’s vision. He changed his sleepy textbooks, even without textbooks, his passionate voice seemed confident-- For him, a thousand years of history are just daily memories in his life, and those histories that he has not been exposed to are also well-known in the preparation and teaching of the thousand years.

Nelson seemed to have never heard Professor Bins's lecture before, and only felt that a heavy history book was slowly opening in front of him.

"Let us turn our gaze to the north. In that cold day and night, when civilization is ignorant, there has been a group of people who can feel the existence of magic like us in the Nordic settlement," Professor Bins said. Nelson smiled. His first lesson chose the history of magic in Northern Europe. "According to legend, when every Northern European wizard was young, their elders planted an unknown seed in the place where they were born. The towering giant tree that grows rapidly in magic power will become their'magic wand' when they are adults, using their branches as a medium for them to perform magic, similar to the wands used by British wizards."

Nelson was immersed in taking notes. Thanks to the wizards' contempt for history, it was difficult for him to find the history of other countries in easily accessible libraries or bookstores.

"Compared with other places, the wizards of ancient Northern Europe were more tolerant and unrestrained towards Muggles. They were willing to build their homes with the Muggles living on the ice field. They also left countless magical legends, compared with the city states. The puzzling family ethics dramas of ancient Mediterranean wizards, compared with the knight aristocratic novels of ancient British wizards on horseback, the history of wizards in Northern Europe is undoubtedly the easiest and most magnificent one in the history of European magic. The history of ancient Nordic wizards has been recorded in the Nordic myths and legends in a literary way-the battles between wizards and wizards, the fight against magical animals and natural disasters, and even the prophecies of destruction have been clearly recorded."

"Do you mean the Twilight of the Gods?" Nelson raised his hand and asked. Even if there was only one person in the classroom, he strictly followed the order of the classroom. "Doesn't it mean a catastrophe of the destruction of the world?"

"Yes," Professor Bins nodded, "but the Muggle myth is a bit exaggerated. Nordic wizards are not extinct, but as the magic spreads and exchanges, they put on better British wands and joined the international wizards. The Federation, after the "International Confidentiality Act" was promulgated, disappeared from Muggle's vision in the same way as it was predicted."

"I see."

Nelson nodded, and wrote a few notes in his notebook. Perhaps some famous scenes were just that Muggles occasionally saw a wizard capture a dragon grinning under a tree, but the study of the history of magic is just like that. They need to be in the bizarre myths and legends. Find active figures of wizards.

"Take a simple example," Professor Bins smiled and looked at Nelson. "Wiltening is not a rare surname in Northern Europe. Its etymology is Xishui. The vast majority of people in this surname are due to their mixed descent. The power of magic has long disappeared, but in the genealogy of magic, Wiltening refers to a family of wizards who have long lived by the stream and are known for their water-like transformations—and you, Nelson, you may be Its only descendant."

Nelson's hand stopped writing, and it was the first time that he had heard about Wiltening from others seriously.

"Trust me, you will feel that this course can bring you beyond imagination."

Professor Binns blinked, and in the dark classroom, flashing words and symbols flashed alternately on the blackboard.

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"Other magic users in the UK before the reunification of the wizards? We will talk about this when it is due."

This is the last sentence of Professor Bins in this class.

One hour later, Professor Bins happily left the classroom carrying the bottle of gin, and the moment he opened the door, his expression returned to that stereotyped and apathetic look.

Perhaps it is because Nelson's love for the history of magic touched him. He has completely released himself in the course of teaching, from legend to secret, from situation to magic... For the vast majority of British wizards, the Nordic countries have always been shrouded in mystery. The history of magic was undoubtedly revealed under his distraction. Professor Bins didn't seem to have prepared a lesson in this area. He thought of where to talk, and even some of the content was beyond the scope of the history of magic.

In just one class hour, Nelson received a lot of knowledge that was much longer than usual. When a group of second-grade students walked into the classroom, he was still sitting at the front and center of the classroom, staring at what had already been written down. Stacked notebooks, mesmerized.

When the course entered the middle part, he even had to use magic to let the quill record the words of Professor Bins himself. His writing speed could not keep up with the speed of the excited Professor Bins teaching. Professor Bins seemed to be soaked in the sea. The sponge that has been too long has finally landed ashore, squeezing all the water in the body into a small bottle.

"Ahem."

Just as the second-graders were wondering why Nelson was in the classroom, Tom’s cough sounded at the door, and the chattering classroom instantly quieted down. The mischievous little wizards harbored a sense of embarrassment for the prefect, who could deduct their points. Awe than the professor.

"Don't whisper in class, listen to the class carefully!"

Tom carried a long gift box, walked up to Nelson with his chest up, and pulled him from his chair. He glanced at his open notebook. The opened page was full of strange symbols. .

Only then did Nelson woke up from the huge amount of knowledge. He looked like Tom. He quickly noticed the surrounding environment, closed the notebook, and left quickly.

"Why? Didn't Mettle call you when he left?" Tom rubbed his chin and analyzed blindly. "Unexpectedly, Professor Bins's class is so terrible that even Mr. Encyclopedia of History of Magic can't resist the Sandman. "

"What are you talking about, Tom?" Nelson said as he walked and stuffed his notebook into his bag. "Metel has dropped out of class. She chose arithmetic and divination."

"Does the divination class go with arithmetic divination? It feels more tormenting than the history of magic!" Tom is still blindly analyzing, "Merlin's teapot! Are you alone in the history of magic? It's so early, no wonder you are haggard. In that way...but speaking of Merlin’s teapot, someone gave me a teapot that Merlin said to have used it today."

"Do you believe this too?" Nelson curled his lips. "You missed the best class at Hogwarts. Believe me, come and listen if you have time."

"What's possible?" Tom waved his hand disdainfully. "Maybe the only one in the world who thinks so."

Nelson was dumb. Indeed, Professor Bins’s drowsy and old-fashioned appearance made many people forget the fact that he was once a powerful wizard who dared to sacrifice his life for victory. In this unique history of magic, Nelson learned more than just the history of magic. For Professor Bins, the obscure ancient magic texts were just ordinary foreign languages ​​that had been studied for hundreds of years, and some of the magic that had been lost in the long history of history was even more familiar to him. In the second half of the course, Nelson used his magic wand to try the spells mentioned by Professor Binns, while controlling the shorthand quill to record wildly in the notebook. Professor Bins may not have a body that can hold the wand, but he is completely one. A living magic book!

"Really, Tom, I didn't lie to you." Nelson frowned and narrated the content of the class roughly, showing Tom the complete pronunciation of runes he learned from a lesson, as each syllable was spit out from his mouth. , Will appear beside him with the vision represented by the magic text. Although jerky, it is undoubtedly much more amazing than the seal carving he used in alchemy before.

"Actually, Slytherin is also teaching me this~www.readwn.com~ Tom shrugged and said, "Think about it the other way around. If there are other students in the magic history improvement class, would Professor Bins talk about it? Even if you follow the script, it is already very difficult for others. "

"Yes." Nelson's brows stretched. "Unfortunately, I am the only one to enjoy it."

"Anyone can tell that he prefers you." Tom curled his lips. "This is your exclusive treasure."

"Oh..." Nelson sighed and looked at the gift box in Tom's hand. "Are you going to find Minerva? No wonder you wake up so early to find me."

"Let's go to the classroom where Felius applied first. His duel club is open for registration today." Tom shrugged, "I have to report the name of my voter first."

"I don't know if I have a chance to fight Filius." Nelson was eager to try. "I feel that I am a lot stronger in the last section of the history of magic."

"That's your illusion... Wait? What does it mean to wake up so early?" Tom found the blind spot, "Am I the kind of person you need to wriggle under the quilt for ten minutes to get up in your heart?? Have you seen Hogwarts at four o'clock in the morning?"