My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Did you say it is clean?"

　　 Nelson grabbed Tom’s arm and stood up, stomped his feet that were a little numb in the cold water. The muddy water was splashed by the dragon’s leather boots and poured onto Tom’s just cleaned leather shoes. His face instantly became gloomy.

　　 "If you are talking about my shoes, they used to be."

　　 "No, I mean them."

　　 Nelson stretched out his hand and waved lightly against the mud. A pair of spherical gems attracted each other and floated in front of him, slowly spinning in the middle of the two.

This is a pair of stones that are almost natural amber except that they are too round, but as a pair of gems, they are undoubtedly unqualified. One is yellowish in color and crystal clear, and the other is browner and muddy in color. Look There seemed to be a cloud of turbid liquid in the impenetrable heart.

　　 is like his life is very fragmented.

"Is this thing?" Tom didn't even look at it. He grabbed the two gems in his hand and held them in his palms, rubbing them like the old man in the Oriental Park in the future. , Look at this one with a darker color, with a little poisonous green pattern on it."

　　 "This is Professor Dippet."

　　 "Oh, so what is this—what?"

　　 Tom shook his hand and almost threw it back into the muddy water, staring at them with a toothache, and gently trying to put the gem back to its original position.

　　 "Hello, Professor Dippet."

He put the gem back in mid-air, the magic power left by Nelson still existed, and the gem continued to rotate, but because of the deviation of the angle of placement, the appearance of rotating around each other at the beginning is no longer the same, the distance is getting closer and closer, almost Bumped together.

Tom again disgustedly stretched his hand to Nelson's self-cleaning, dust-proof, fire-proof and curse-proof three-proof coat that he had admired for a long time, and wiped his hands that were not stained with anything on the felt. When he raised his head, he met Nelson. Full of speechless eyes.

　　 "I don't mean to dislike Professor Dipeter's dirtyness, it's just that it comes out of the mud, and it will be stained with dirt anyway."

　　 "So you are going to rub it on me?"

　　 "Look, these are the leather shoes I just bought," Tom stretched out his leg, showing the mud pips on the shoes, and shrugged, "We are even."

　　...

　　 "It's raining, Tom and Credence can't catch a cold, right?"

Adele, who was firmly protected by the hedge, raised her little hand and tried to catch the drops of rain that spilled from the air, but they quickly slipped from the palm of her hand. In the end, nothing was left except for the wet hand. thing.

　　 A huge tropical leaf dangling from behind her, covering the top of the girl's head, this leaf is incompatible with this forest dominated by pine and cedar trees.

"They can't catch a cold, and adults don't catch a cold because of the rain," Roy touched Adele's head affectionately. She was well protected and did not notice everything that was happening outside. The smell and the presence of Armando were washed away by this just right rain. Feeling Adele wanted to probe outside the leaves, Royna gently pulled her back and said, "But the children will get caught in the rain. cold."

　　 Almost every child is curious about the rain, and even runs out of the umbrella when he sees it raining.

　　 "I feel you are lying to me."

　　 "So you have to grow up quickly. When you reach my age, you can get in the rain as you want."

"But Tom said that you are a tree. Will I become a tree when I grow up?" Adele asked without thinking, then stared sharply, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, apologizing again and again. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Haha, it doesn't matter, it's just that I didn't even know that I was a tree before," Royna had already accepted this reality. Now she doesn't even wear the Ravenclaw crown anymore, just as a guardian. I hide it with my identity, and chat with it every day, just like visiting my "creator". "Every little wizard has the opportunity to make a choice when he grows up. To choose what he will become, I just choose Become a tree, what do you want to be?"

　　 "Me?" Adele rested his chin and fell into a long thought.

Roy smiled and waved, and a few more vines with banana leaves came over to block the last raindrops that might float on her body. She also put her arms on the table like Adele. Holding her chin, she smiled and looked at the little girl opposite, like Ravenclaw sitting on the top of the Ravenclaw Tower when Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago. That's how she held her chin and looked out. Looking at the group of curious little wizards who are entering the magical world.

　　 "With them, how can you get caught in the rain?"

　　...

　　 "So this is a kind of magic, a special way of preserving magic power after death? The few dark wizards we have encountered all know this kind of magic. Is this an organization? Psychiatric Disease Exchange Association?"

Tom rummaged in his pockets for a long time, but due to the lack of Nelson's self-disciplined pockets, he finally found nothing. He retracted his hands angrily, dodged the two gems that were "swishing" in the air, and said: " Do you remember an eye I once got? It looks exactly like Professor Dippet, the blue eye."

　　 "Blue eyes... a little different, right?"

　　 Nelson squinted his eyes and looked very similar, but that eye clearly looked like the magic eye owned by Alastor Moody in the future. The similar appearance does not mean that they are part of a series.

"I tortured Karaktakus Bok," Tom said. "That eye was found in the book of spells handed down by the family. It was the magic created by his ancestor Helbo. From the perspective of time , The exchange association he and you said is unlikely to have an intersection. The earliest person who came into contact with him in modern times was Grindelwald, but the accident that caused the saint’s death and injury did not happen until after the gathering you mentioned. of."

　　 "Yes." Nelson scratched his head, not understanding what Tom was trying to express.

"What I want to say is, why the final form of this magic is the eye? Why not the heart, the brain, or even an empty bottle? If this is artificially set, why would they choose the eye, if it is formed naturally , And why-I am more inclined to this possibility, after all, they weren't dead at the time, how can they know what will become in the end?"

　　 "Why are the eyes?"

Nelson thought this should be a question of "why eat fish and chips at noon today", but after thinking about it carefully, he noticed a trace of strangeness. "Eyes" were not only the choice of the crazy guy who was entangled with him, but also As a frightening sense of voyeurism accompanied his life, someone would always raise his eyes to him from time to time. So what does it represent?

　　 He couldn't help but shiver, as if there was a pair of malicious eyes watching him in the forest at this moment.

"It may be an image," Nelson said slowly when the mentality eased. "For human beings, we observe everything around us with our eyes, perceive the emotions of others, and express emotions through it. I am more concerned about the nature of magic. It tends to be a cohesion of emotions, so it is understandable to choose the shape of the eyes."

"Does magic choose to be eyes?" Tom rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, he suddenly slapped his head and raised his voice, "By the way, did Principal DiPet have a soul when he died? That's what you said. Embarked on the train to the underworld."

　　 "How do I think your description is so underworld..." Nelson bit his lower lip and shook his head. "No."

He simply held out his heart, stretched out his hand, and accurately grasped the yellowish eye from the air. A faint mist gushed from his palm, eroding and melting its hard stone shell, and the amber magic slowly Oozed, Nelson closed his eyes and his expression became complicated.

　　 Tom thought for a long time, but his knowledge of the soul after death was so poor that he could only shook his head dejectedly, "Damn, can you use your invincible prediction to figure out a way to predict what I will think of in the future."

　　 "This is a good way."

　　 Credence's weak laughter came from not far away, and Tom turned his head to look, and Credence, who was wrapped in a bandage, was waving at him.

　　 "Where did you just go?" Tom asked angrily, glanced up and down at the bandage on his body, and added, "Why have you been beaten like this by an old man?"

Credence was not angry because of Tom's attitude. After many days of getting along, he almost figured out the way this twisted young man expressed his concern. At this moment, he was a little moved. He rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile, " The exasperated old man you mentioned has a unique life. He may not be able to hold a few rounds under your hands, but those who play silently have already shown experience."

"It does seem to have a hand," Tom looked at Credence's state, and black and red blood oozes from all over the bandage. He pointed at the wooden stake Nunu who didn't know when he was next to it, and put it away. The cursed wand said, "You can rest for a while."

"Seriously, Nelson's teleportation, it took me a lot of effort to come back," Credence moved to the stake and groaned lightly. "In the future, when he meets someone who can't be beaten, he will go straight to Just throw away that white place and wait to starve people to death."

"Why are you running out in such a hurry?" Tom folded his arms and glanced at Nelson, who was closing his eyes as if he was performing some sorcery. His clenched fists were covered with a layer of orange light, and Tom muttered. "I'm getting less and less like a wizard", turned his head and continued, "My question, I thought Daguerre should be the stronger one, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

"I'm a little worried about Adele. After all, I lay down when Armando met him. If he broke through the blockade of Nelson and Royna, the consequences would be disastrous." Credence patted his chest, pretending that he was fine. Said lightly, "Fortunately, he was stopped."

　　 "It's actually good for him," Tom sighed. "It would be cruel if Roina, the principal rejected by the founder of Hogwarts, was the one who defeated him in the end."

"Yes."

Credence lowered his head, and a trace of dark blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with his hand, and the black blood evaporated in an instant, without allowing Tom to see this scene. He carefully raised his head and faced Nelson just now. Opening his eyes, somehow, he actually saw a touch of oldness in these young blue eyes.

　　 Nelson blinked, and the youthful brilliance returned to his eyes. He looked at the arm that Credence was about to hide, and said softly, "Credence, how are you feeling now?"

"Uh."

　　Credence wanted to say that it was okay, but Nelson's eyes seemed to have seen him completely, and he had to sit there silently, shook his head, and said nothing.

　　 "You are already at a disadvantage, right?"

　　 Credence did not answer.

"When are you going to hide it?" Nelson frowned, appeared in front of Credence, and reached out to the scar on his cheek, but Credence blocked it. "You know why you Will he be subdued by one trick? Because I silently no longer listened to you, I tried my best to turn Nagini back into a human, but it was not for her to be a widow in front of your grave. You may explode at any time. Do you know? Do you know what it is like to explode silently?"

　　 "I know, I have seen it." Credence lowered his head and said dullly.

Tom suddenly changed his face. He thought that Credence was only ashamed because of his defeat, but he didn't expect that this usually alive and kicking person had reached this level. He ran to Nelson, looked at him nervously, and said softly, " Do you know what?"

　　 "Well," Nelson whispered to Tom's ear sideways, "That eye tells me everything, Tom, Credence is in very bad condition, maybe...may die."

"You don't have to be so quiet." Kradenstein spread his hands out, "Actually, I know my situation very well, and you should not have too much pressure. For the silent, it is a blessing to be able to live to my age. NS."

　　 "But Nagini—"

"She knows it too, I never conceal her, she told me, or regret it," Credence lifted his burden and looked up at the sky. The drizzle has stopped, and the gentle sunlight shines through the leaves. The gap, sprinkled on his face, "So I want to completely eradicate Second Salem, a **** that may bring other people as painful as me, but I didn’t expect that you are one step faster than me, so I’m the last one there. Child, I will be so caring, I think if she can age happily, my life will also appear...not so meaningless."

　　 "Credence..."

　　 Tom wants to say something, UU reading www.uukanshu. com But Nelson took a step forward, stared into Credence's eyes, and asked seriously, "How long do you have?"

"I don't know, maybe I will die suddenly in the next second. At that time, please run away." Seeing the solemn faces of Nelson and Tom, Credence said freely, "Don't worry. Seeing Nagini returning to normal, I feel that this life is enough, I have no hope, but you are still young and healthy, so don't be so depressed."

　　 "It's not hopeless."

　　 Tom and Credence looked at Nelson at the same time.

Nelson pondered for a moment and said softly, "There is an experiment that exists in theory. I already have some clues. Its by-products may be able to solve the silent problem. I need someone who can mobilize magic power greater than his own, but Failure is far more likely than success, Credence, would you like to try?"

"I?"

　　 "Yes, do you want to accompany Nagini down?"

　　Credence clenched his fist and slowly released it. Nelson saw this action repeated several times, and finally, when he raised his head, the fire in his eyes ignited in the dark red blood again.

　　 "I think, I have nothing to lose."

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