My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Adele supported the ground with his arms, jumped up from the ground vigorously, and stumbled towards Tom.

　　 She is in a strange state, sometimes turning and jumping, as if practicing some kind of cursing method of fighting each other.

　　 She walked a few steps forward, tripped over a stone on the ground, and almost fell to the ground.

"What's up with her?"

"Don't be too nervous, let me see." Royna took a step forward, with a keen interest in his eyes. A cluster of vines slowly emerged from the ground to hold Adele who was about to fall to the ground. Leaning forward, one hand supported Adele’s chin, the other hand opened her eyelid, leaned close to her cheek, and observed carefully. After a while, she let go of her hand and turned to look at Tom, "It’s just normal It’s a normal situation."

　　Tengman gently woven himself into a hammock, and Adele lay on his side on the bed, frowning and falling asleep uneasy.

"That's good." Tom still trusts Royna's knowledge very much. In his opinion, Royna's level in this respect is at least better than him, a layman with black eyes and Cradence's kind of touching stones. The grass roots crossing the river must be strong, "She has no sequelae, right? The magic that destroys the mountains... Adele is only eleven years old, just in the first grade..."

　　 "The magical power of the silent person has nothing to do with the accumulation of time, only whether the emotion in his heart is strong or not."

Roy explained, but his hands were not idle. Blossoms of flowers with different colors and sparkling magic texts approached Adele, and saw her in her sleep transparently. There was a rush out of the air, wrapping Adele, and her expression soon eased, and Tom felt dizzy after smelling the portrait, and couldn't help taking a step back.

"How does it taste? I chose it carefully." Roina opened Adele's eyes again, and a bunch of leaf-like green light shot out from her eyes, shining straight into Adele's pupils, in her eyes. After turning his eyes around and returning to Royna's eyes, Adele's unconsciously trembling pupils seemed to be evenly divided into two halves. Soon, Royna with a strange expression completely put down Adele, looked at Tom, and sighed. , "It's amazing."

　　 "Which magic?"

"Ordinary silent people, there is a pure, antagonistic, one-to-one competitive relationship between the wizard ontology and the silent one. Take the young man who just went to your hut to get water, look at him now He is polite and even a little shy, but when the silent riot inside him, he will become a murderer who only knows about destruction and is completely unable to communicate."

Royna clenched his fist and held Adele's Tengman swelled. The emerald green translucent resin poured out from the bark, wrapping Adele little by little like amber, and when he was treating Nagini at that time. Exactly, the sleeping Adele was as quiet as a baby in his mother's arms. Royna suddenly added, "By the way, this consumes a lot of money."

　　 "It's easy to say." Tom nodded. He is a person who knows goods and is also a rich man.

　　 "The little girl's body has been silently assimilated by her, which is equivalent to writing the life of a wizard to a blank soul. It is really amazing. Silently this magical body can actually be like a soul..."

　　 "Is this a bad thing?" Tom frowned and thought.

"It depends on the situation. After all, the silent instinct is evil, which cannot be changed. But when it has the thinking and logic of a wizard, no one will know what will happen. I guess this is the treatment that Nelson came up with. I can see that he is very...very crazy in this respect," Royna said with his head tilted. With wisdom, then you also understand the consequences."

　　 "hiss..."

　　 "But don't worry too much. After all, the blood-cursed orcs could be cured by transfiguration last time. Maybe this is the most correct way to treat the silent."

"hope so."

"I think if I want to go to the social life of your wizards in the future, I can consider becoming a doctor." Royna said with a smile, "Since I met you two, my life has been continuously saved and repaired. The damage is occupied."

　　 "Occupy?" Tom retorted, "It's been a long time."

　　 "Long time? It may be so for you wizards, but for a tree or a permanent memory, this time is nothing."

Roy shook his fingers, and the resin gradually flooded Adele's head. Suddenly, her long hair bundled up in the uncondensed resin "bang" and spread out, the hair rope was broken, and the rubber The fruit was thrown high by the elastic force of the broken hair rope, drawing an arc of sharp ups and downs, and fell heavily to the ground. It was knocked in half by the hard ground. There were no nuts inside, only two hard shells.

　　 "Huh? Is this thing?"

　　 "Do you know?" Tom blinked and asked in a low voice.

"Of course I know it. In fact, no one knows it better than I do." A sunflower rose from the ground under Roy's feet, and the disc filled with stamens would fall to the half of the husk on the ground. When she got up, she held the husk with her green fingers (literally), took it to her eyes, looked at it carefully, showing a look of nostalgia, "This is me... You may know that there is some kind of magic in the castle of Hogwarts, which can absorb the magic power that the little wizard unconsciously escapes, and use it as the source of magic power for the daily operation of the castle. The duty of the wizard to riot."

　　 "I know," Tom nodded, "If you say this, someone might know better than you."

"Of course," Roy agreed humbly, "The magic that accumulates over time gave birth to a castle elf. Before the Big Four left one after another, its existence became clearer and clearer. It seems that in the days when the founder was away, it Protect you very well."

　　 "Hehe, I hope so." Tom Pi smiled and twitched the corners of his mouth, "So Pipi ghost hatched from...Uh, this acorn?"

"Is it called Pippi? It's a cute name," Royna continued, looking at the acorn husk. "I remember it was an almond, but it doesn't matter. When the Big Four established the school, Xiao The probability of a wizard giving birth to the silent is very high. It was originally created to find a way to contain the magical riots when the little wizards who may become silent broke out. The previous principals should have mastered the method of making it. This This one on the head of a little girl should have been improved in some way. Compared with the magic texts of the year, it is much more streamlined. Perhaps this is the trend of magic development in the past thousand years..."

Seeing that Roy was about to enter the Ravenclaw-style research craze, Tom quickly interrupted her and said his doubts, "I have seen this acorn before, and it was given to Gnar by Dumbledore. At that time, he was just a professor of transformation."

　　 "That's impossible," Royna said categorically, "This thing has more than the ability to control the silent, it's impossible to escape."

"Perhaps it was given to Dumbledore by the former principal, Professor Deppert," Tom did not speak, silently thinking. "Perhaps Professor Deppert gave it to Dumbledore to save Ariana, but Ariana obviously didn't make it. When I needed it, I fell in the chaos between the two brothers and Grindelwald, and the acorn stayed in Dumbledore’s hands... Dumbledore’s sister was the silent one, and he recognized Adele the silent one It’s justified for her identity and entrusting McGonagall to deliver Acorn to her..."

　　 After a simple stripping, Tom almost restored the whole picture of the incident, and a large-scale family ethics drama slowly unfolded in front of him.

　　 "I always think you are thinking about something strange." Royna said quietly.

"How could it be?" Tom denied it, "but I can only leave it to Nal to worry about after that. I can't help much. It would be nice if Adele's problem was just a strong enemy. "

　　 "Slytherin students and Gryffindor students have one thing in common," Royna said with a narrowed mouth.

　　 "Gnar is also a student of Slytherin."

　　 "Is there any difference?" Roy shook his head disdainfully, "Do you think his plan is very careful?"

　　 "Isn't it meticulous?" Tom retorted, "As long as it works well, it's a good idea."

　　 "From a pragmatic point of view, this is indeed the case."

　　 "Speaking of which, how come Credence went to get water and didn't come back?" Tom suddenly thought of Credence, who had disappeared for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'm here." Credence suddenly appeared behind the two of them. He handed Tom the water glass, looked at Royna, and asked uncertainly, "Uh, you are the Miss Royna that Tom was talking about. Does this glass of water need to be poured under your feet?"

　　 "Hehe," Roy said with a smile covering his mouth, "You can really chat, just give it to me, thank you so much."

　　……

　　 "Little girl, bring me that bottle of beer."

Nelson was still sitting next to the cut ice and fishing, his rod trembling violently, and the prematurely frozen lake made the underwater fish hungry. He didn't even need to nest, but only used the bait fish. If the hook is dropped, the fish can't wait to catch the bait.

There is a row of shiny silver fatty fish next to him. The fish just caught are still alive, but just throw them on the ice, and they will be frozen by the way, maintaining the most delicious state and waiting in the pot. Thaw in.

Nelson tilted his head, one hand supporting his ear, his fingers tapping on the auricle boredly, the small silver ball in his ear received the news that Adele was safe and had mastered the power of the silent, he sighed in relief. , A touch of the hand on the ear, the ball disappeared.

Adele’s question is not too much trouble in Nelson’s view. This is not because he is arrogant, but because he believes in the gifts of more than a thousand people before their deaths. Their statues surround the old postman. Standing in the suburbs of Boston in the southeast, looking at Adele on the other side of the ocean, such a huge hope is gathered in one person, even if they are almost all Muggles, the pure spirit can still be condensed into enough to solve all problems. magic.

　　 His fingers seemed to have ADHD and didn't stop for a moment, just because there was a bigger trouble around him.

Jokunda, the witch who has been used as a tool since childhood is hollow like a clockwork doll. In her chest, the fragment of Dr. Sykes letting her run on a broomstick before his death reverberates all day long. Within a short time, Nelson has heard Jokunda’s desperate dreams no less than five times in the night shift. Dr. Sykes’ plan to train her was stopped on the day she was attacked and died, and Jokunda’s life was also stopped. It seemed to stop until that day.

There is no father telling her what to do and what needs to be done. Only the strict and rigid sister keeps repeating what she can’t and cannot do. This witch who has always lived for others has completely lost her direction of life. She can only repeat her father over and over again. The dying order-to ride a broomstick, so that the hollow heart was quickly filled up after the appearance of Nelson, who looked a little like Dr. Sykes, and the speed of this empathy was unprecedented.

　　 Nelson can feel her attachment to "Mr. Boat", but for him, the truth about the incident is always the first to bear the brunt-what is the difference between his life and Jokunda? Wrapped by a series of coincidences, the "eyes" behind him always give him a feeling of thorns on his back. If he doesn't know who is messing up, he can't sleep well~www.readwn.com~ Maybe the only difference between him and Qiao Kunda It's just that I have some awareness, but Qiao Kunda is still immersed in the illusion of preparation and does not want to wake up, which may be a better result.

"Give you."

Behind him came the sound of Jokunda leaning the barrel of beer, and Nelson backhanded the tin cup she handed over, sipping the bitter foam filled with inferior hops, and said in a low voice, "Little girl, the one in your package The egg seems to have cracked a bit this morning. Is it a little swelled after being left by the stove for a long time?"

　　 "Egg? What egg?"

　　 Joe Kunda's expression was a little dazed, and Nelson "cocked" in his heart. Wouldn't he be a curled-winged demon again? Did this curly-winged demon still pick his own master to start?

"Oh, I remember." Qiao Kunda slammed his fist into his palm, and the crisp sound scared away the fish that gathered under the ice. "That's an armadillo, Mr. Boat. It's also a kind of magical animal. It’s to make others ignore my existence, no wonder I don’t remember it, haha—this is the way my father left me to escape, just take the amulet made of armadillo scales and walk past the wizard who hunted me down. I won't find it."

　　 "Huh?" She was in a daze, "but why do you remember? Is it because you don't know magic, so you are not affected by it?"

　　 "That's great," Nelson said without looking back, squeezing the bubble. "You can finally leave this cold and cold ghost place."

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