My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The rain-washed forest struggled with a hint of greenery from the decline of autumn and winter, and even the air became much fresher. Under the nourishment of the fresh air, Credence seemed to be in a much better state, or perhaps it was The heart shaken by Nelson's "hope" calmed down, the hideous scars on his face seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and he rarely showed a sweet face, becoming less odious.

　　 "I feel like I should thank Dipeter instead," Credence stroked his scar and said softly, "I was severely injured silently, but I haven't been so relaxed for many years."

"You have something to lose, Credence," Nelson said with a frown. "Nagini will not suffer any less than you when he is backlashed by the blood curse, not to mention that my plan is not perfect, even Now it seems to be full of loopholes, but she still endured it. It's not just something that can be done with the deception of an invisibility cloak. If she can do it, why can't you?"

　　 "Speaking of invisibility cloak—"

"Tom told me," Nelson lowered his head, playing with the jewel in his hand, frowning, "I already have some guesses, but I still need some evidence-some evidence from my own. Fate may be arranged. , My friend... by the way, you said you felt a silent person watching you before, right?"

　　 "Yes, but I can't find him."

　　 "So that's the case." Nelson nodded, took out a small notebook, and wrote another note on it.

　　 Seeing this scene, Tom, with his hands in his pockets, gave a sudden smile.

　　 The rustle of the pen nib rubbing against the parchment sounded rhythmically in the forest.

"Can you tell me what the experiment is?" Credence said freely, "I am a little bit overshadowed by the word'experiment'. Of course, I don't believe in your abilities, but I need to understand, do I need to arrange it? Let's have a funeral."

　　 Nelson raised his head, his blue eyes were filled with a faint mist. He did not answer Credence's question, instead he solved a series of questions.

　　 "You have used invisibility cloak before, haven't you?"

"Yes, I followed Armando Dupete to a research base hidden by the Magic Congress of the United States. He didn't seem to have the ability to shoot down, but I couldn't reveal my identity, so I snatched an invisibility cloak. —I heard from a special channel that the Potter family that sells shampoo has a very useful item. Of course, I have already returned it."

　　 "The invisibility cloak I have was not given to me by you, right?"

"Yes, Tom said that I entrusted Dumbledore to give it to you, but I don't have this memory," Credence murmured, falling into the memory, "but he didn't rule out his use of me. Spells such as forgetting everything. After all, according to Tom, that invisibility cloak is unique, but I can call you through similar magical powers."

　　 "He wouldn't do such a thing," Nelson paused, and added, "At least not now."

　　 "That's weird..." Credence was lost in thought.

"Credence," Nelson closed his notebook, and instead of seeking truth from facts as he had always done before, he showed strong self-confidence. His eyes revealed the radiance of excitement, which was the same as when he first obtained the wand several years ago. The eyes were exactly the same, he looked at Credence as if observing a treasure, suppressed his excitement, and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "This is a magic that travels through time and space. It only exists in blueprints and failures, but I think, It will soon become a reality."

　　 "Time and space? Sorry, I can't understand a little bit."

Tom on the side waved his magic wand calmly and used the magic of concealing information. Roy, who was sitting opposite Adele, showed a small smile on his face, took a petal from the top of his head and rubbed it in his hand, "Stingy The wizard..."

"It can send someone back to the past, Credence, I wonder if you felt the confusion of a second in time not long ago," Nelson explained happily. "That was a friend of mine. A creative witch has delved into research for many years. She has always wanted to break the shackles of time and return to where she should go. The reason for this time disorder is that I accidentally broke her experimental equipment. "

　　 Tom finally couldn't stretch himself anymore, and said, "Can this kind of thing be broken casually?"

"It's really because we broke it that we were able to discover the possibility of it changing time. There are two biggest difficulties at present," Nelson said. "First, how to determine an anchor point as the end of the journey in the past, after all, for us , What has happened cannot be changed, but it was in this accident that I discovered the eternal and unchanging quality of the illusion as a place of memory, and just before coming here, I had a new idea of ​​the magic of prophecy. Recognition."

　　 "You finally admit that you are a prophet!" Hearing these words, the superstitious Tom looked even more excited than Nelson, and he might immediately ask Nelson to tell him the fortune-telling posture.

"Uh..." Nelson decided to ignore him and continued. "Second, sending someone back in time requires more magic power than him. It's like letting an omnipotent person create a rock that he can't lift. It’s the same, it’s a paradox, but Professor Dipeter’s magic makes me understand the law of the silent man’s magic, Credence, if you can freely control the silent man’s power, then it is indeed better than your own magic power. Much more powerful...I can teach you the magic of Professor Dippet. Perhaps in the process of studying this targeted magic, you can deepen your understanding of yourself...No, you can definitely deepen it!"

　　 Seeing a thoughtful expression on Credence's face, Nelson strikes while the iron is hot, "Maybe we can use the method of controlling the amount to completely consume the silent magic in your body. This may be the best time for you to get rid of it!"

"Damn it, are you perceiving those strange memories again?" Hearing Nelson dug up something from Armando's memory again, Tom thought of him when he was facing Pepy Ghost and the Second Salem victims. The dangerous experience, rather annoyed, accused, "Didn't you say that this will never happen again?"

　　 "It's different this time, Tom," Nelson explained. He tapped his temple, and a pair of deformed golden glasses climbed up his cheeks along his shoulders. "I went to Alexander this time, just like reading a book."

　　 "This is best." Tom looked at the familiar appearance of the gold-wire glasses under Nelson's hat, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

　　 "Are you sure? This sounds difficult." Credence raised his head from his thoughts and said.

"If it was before, I'll tell you, I'm sure, but not so sure," Nelson stared into Credence's eyes, and said word by word, "but now, I can tell you that I have determined my future. It succeeded, and the silent one watching you is yourself from the future."

"So without precedent, no one would know that the invisibility cloak can deceive the blood curse." Tom immediately found the key point of the whole thing, narrowed his eyes, and said softly, "So, the plan to save Nagini, Actually it started from now."

　　 "You saved her," Nelson looked at Credence, who was increasingly determined, with a smile on his face. "You have done what you promised her. You are a man who does what he said."

　　 "Haha," Credence stretched out his hand, the magic of the unbreakable oath gleaming on the back of his hand, "So I will definitely do this, won't I?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 "I hope the wizards of the Potter family won't affect their mentality because of this," Tom muttered, "I still look forward to their new generation of shampoos."

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　　 "In fact, I have been thinking about a problem since I received the admission letter from Hogwarts."

　　 Nelson lowered the brim of his hat to cover some of the dazzling sunlight and looked towards the horizon where the sea and the sky meet. A group of seagulls preparing for the winter are flying above the shimmering shimmering fish, ready to have a good meal before leaving.

　　 "What?" Tom also looked in the direction Nelson's gaze pointed, but was quickly moved away by the dazzling sun. "Where did you come from?"

"What are you thinking?" Nelson gave Tom a blank look, and said, "I have always been curious, if the owl can find anyone so easily, why are there so many reserved cells in Azkaban? Auror We just have to write a letter to the criminal and follow the owl on the broom."

　　 "Uh..." Tom's face also showed a confused expression, which seemed to be a question that had never been considered by a wizard, "So, are there owls over there?"

Nelson did not speak. Soon, a big gray owl fluttered from the group of seagulls and hovered in front of Nelson with piercing eyes, with a gilded letterbox tied to its right leg. Nelson pointed to himself, the Owl nodded, stretched out his chubby legs, and put on a posture of "giving you the gift of kissing my feet", letting Nelson, whose expression became numb with astonishment, removed the letter from the letter box. Take off its leg.

　　 Seeing the figure of Nelson who turned his head when he put the letterbox away, the owl blinked in surprise, seeming to wonder why this stupid human being in front of him didn't seize this rare opportunity.

But at this time Nelson had already begun to rotate the lid of the letterbox, and the owl gave him a dissatisfied look. Tom on the side took out a packet of dried fish that he used to feed the question mark from his pocket with a wink, took out one, and passed it. Gave the owl.

　　 It nodded in satisfaction, picked up the dried fish, flapped its wings and flew into the air, hovering over the heads of the three of them looking for the direction to the west.

"Wait later, I will make you some gadgets to pack your pockets," Nelson said without looking up, still struggling with the lid of the letterbox. It seemed to be slippery, and it didn't open for a long time. It’s not in the eyes of Bogin Bock, but you can find the dried fish all at once, Tom, I’m afraid you will take out a fish when you fight someone else and get your wand."

　　 "Yes," Tom said quietly, "If you have been hit by your cat, you will definitely find a place to store snacks in your pocket."

　　"..."

　　 Nelson suddenly felt a little pain in his neck, and a choking sensation like a lock of throat slowly covered his body from his memories.

"That's the owl of the Ministry of Magic. If you go to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future, you might have to work with it." Tom said, "Did you notice? It has a Ministry of Magic badge tied to its leg... Why do they want it? Send you a letter? Did they finally decide to put you in Azkaban? Maybe there is an Auror behind to track your location on a broomstick."

"You're good at learning and using." Nelson still didn't unscrew the lid of the letterbox. He flushed and murmured, "Perhaps I should consider donating a sum of money to the Ministry of Magic. I can't let this design be flawed. The cover reduces their already poor work efficiency."

　　 Listening to the nonsensical conversation between the two, Credence on the side was holding back a smile. He was afraid that once he laughed, the hard-wrapped wound on his body would collapse again.

　　 "I have another question." Nelson said while pulling out his wand. He had given up the attempt to unscrew the lid and was about to violently demolish it.

　　 "Where did you come from this time?"

　　 "No, I was a little curious just now, this owl obviously doesn't have a neck, why can it nod?"

　　 said that the time is too late and the time is fast, the owl hovering over its head let out a dissatisfied cry, lowered its head to find the position, and a hidden weapon fell from the air.

　　 Nelson did not raise his head, but he just turned sideways slightly, and the "hidden weapon" was easily avoided and fell to the ground. He lowered his head and shrugged, "Oh, bird droppings."

　　Credence finally couldn't stand it anymore, he walked up to Nelson and held out his hand.

"Give it to me." Without waiting for Nelson to react, Credence snatched the letterbox in his hand, grabbed the lid, and easily pulled it off. He returned the lid and letterbox to Nelson. Said expressionlessly, "The threaded closure caps are currently only used by Numengard products. You may not believe that the bottles used by the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic to seal potions are still rolled steel caps. Seal the bottle with beeswax or varnish."

　　 "Is that so?" Nelson scratched his head. "I thought this technology was already very popular."

　　 He poured out the rolled up letterhead from the letter box, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com uses the nail to scrape off the lacquer seal on it, and it is the full name of the flower body that is exaggerated and exaggerated.

　　 "You are right, they are still using flame paint."

　　 Nelson spread out the parchment and scanned the contents quickly.

　　 "When is the deadline for surrendering?" Tom asked closer.

"Some nonsense nonsense, thank you for your contribution to the world during the holidays. It is estimated that Nobby Ridge will use that incident to attack the United States again," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "but the second half is quite interesting. It looks like he wrote it by himself."

　　 "It's an honor." Tom yawned, "How much is the bonus?"

"He said it would satisfy us," Nelson said, looking at the bottom half of the parchment. "Judge Shafik suggested that he recruit some students from Hogwarts. "As a reserve of talent," I was the first one he proposed. It's weird to choose one person. I always feel that this old man doesn't want to see me."

　　 "It's boring," Tom curled his lips. "What's the point of the Ministry of Magic, a bunch of wine and rice bags playing fire paint in it? Or playing bridge?"

　　 "Not really," Nelson narrowed his eyes. "I'm a little curious about their new department. It just so happens that there are some things that correspond to the fragments of the future in my hands."

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