My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The history of horse people is not like human beings used to write records on slate, clay or straw paper."

While leading the way, Chiron said to Nelson and Tom who were walking beside him: "For a thousand years, the stories of our ancestors have been integrated into the legends of the constellations and have been passed on by word of mouth. Of course, for us, compared to the stars The enlightenment that they give us is not important at all. The legends derived from them are not important at all. As Mr. Riddle said, combining the stars with someone’s fate is nonsense. We know better than anyone else. It was just made up when teaching the horses to make them remember more clearly."

"I understand that, like our history, the most important thing is often what lessons we can learn from it, rather than memorizing those time points and events bluntly, even though they are equally interesting."

"In order to avoid misunderstandings between you horsemen, I have to declare," Tom interrupted while cutting off a thick root under the feet of the two with a magic wand. "The only thing that finds them interesting is Gnar and he most respect. Ghost Professor."

"Bins?" Chiron nodded, "I know him. In fact, people who know history like him can find answers to the future from what happened in the past. Unfortunately, the future is meaningless to him."

"The future is meaningful to anyone, even if it is such a stubborn stone that doesn't move or scream."

Nelson kicked a stone that was blocking the road aside, pushed aside the leaves that blocked his vision, and moved forward quickly. The deeper the forbidden forest, the denser the shade and the darker the sun, and even the temperature dropped a lot. People chose a path in the forest that they are familiar with, but this path is obviously more suitable for them with tall thighs and horseshoes. Nelson and Tom not only need to keep up with speed, but also to overcome the thorns and cross the waist-high bushes. Compared with the virgin forests of Albania, the Forbidden Forest is richer in species because of the nourishment of magic. Nelson had to carefully distinguish the way forward among the colorful plants that he looked at and disgusted, and his face gradually deteriorated.

"You put on those glasses." Tom reminded in a low voice, "Did you forget, that thing is designed for your color weakness."

"That's the sunglasses, Tom, it's so dark here," Nelson shrugged. "If you feel uncomfortable, feel uncomfortable. At least I won't fall to death."

"Do you feel dizzy when you see the rich colors?" Chiron stopped, turned around, stretched out his hand to scrape a piece of bark from an unknown tree beside him with an arrow, and handed it to Nelson, "I thought you were It’s omnipotent. Now I’m relieved... Put it in your mouth and chew, it will feel much better. By the way, I know that you can use the Spring Curse and you can rinse it."

Nelson took the bark and put it under his nose and sniffed. There was a familiar fragrance similar to mint. When the scent poured into the nasal cavity, the mind instantly lifted up, and the nausea subsided somewhat, but this feeling also gave He has a sense of deja vu.

"What is this?" Nelson asked curiously, holding two delicate water ribbons like gauze around the fingertips of the bark, carefully washing away the accumulated mud on the bark.

"I don't know," Chiron shrugged. "We only care about its use, but it's not a star. Does its name have anything to do with us? Some horses hurt their spirits for various reasons when they can just run. , We will use this plant to heal their wounds. If you are really curious, maybe you can take a piece when you go back next time and ask your Professor Sykes. She took a girl in the Forbidden Forest last year. A pit was dug at the entrance. At that time, she went deep to find this kind of tree... She should still be at Hogwarts, isn't she? According to human standards, she seems not to have reached the age of retirement."

Chiron thought of the embarrassment of Dipeter mentioned earlier, so he couldn't help but add.

"This kind of vigilance is quite prescient." Tom said quietly, "Why every time you mention a professor, he will be unemployed? Is this also a kind of divination?"

"I know what it is." Nelson found a small crystal bottle with only half a bottle of green potion left in his pocket, unscrewed the stopper and sniffed, and said, "This should be the main medicine of the refreshing spirit. It's very similar to the smell."

"It's hard to think that you will get a bottle of potion out of your pocket." Tom said quietly.

In the current time when the world is not peaceful, the Forbidden Forest is much more peaceful than in the future. There is no such terrifying magical animal as the eight-eyed giant spider in the forest. During the ceremony, the principal would intimidate them about the danger of the forbidden forest.

Not far in front of the three of them, Nelson’s little silver ball was being passed back and forth in the hands of a dozen horsemen, but after experiencing it personally, they quickly regarded it as a treasure. The bright starry sky sometimes disappeared. Now, accompanied by bursts of exclamation, but even with such a tempting treasure, the horses did not think about taking it for themselves or even playing with it for a while. Their gazes are extremely pure, and they will pass it on just with a little feeling. In the hands of the next companion, I have to say that compared to their vigilant attitude towards outsiders, the harmony within the ethnic group has been enough for humans to learn for a hundred years.

"Just because our world is more

Be simple," Chiron said softly, seeing what Nelson was thinking, "For us, the starry sky is everything. "

"That's pretty good." Tom replied, not knowing whether it was in the yin and yang or from the heart.

"Keep on talking about the stars," Chiron raised his head and looked at the sun shining in the gaps between the leaves. The mottled light and shadow fell on his naked upper body, and the welts on the back were intertwined, covering the sculptural horseman with a touch of melancholy. The temperament, "Unlike humans, horses are used to living in forests. You know, in dense forests, except for some sensitive creatures, most residents have difficulty distinguishing directions. There are the same trees and the same leaves everywhere. ."

"Yes."

"Humans are used to living in all kinds of places, mountains, plains, river valleys... but it is rare to see people living in dense forests," Chiron continued, "I used to stay in France for a while, when I met A poet from Northern Europe told me that people who belong to the moon will distinguish the season according to the moon, people who belong to mountains will climb mountains to find the sky, and people who belong to streams will find their destination along the streams—it seems that It’s a proverb that is widely circulated among wizards in northern Europe. Although I don’t know what it refers to, humans do live by water. For you, mountains, valleys and even rivers can be used as references to indicate directions. And the horsemen living in the forest can only rely on the scattered night sky that occasionally sees through the dense canopy of trees. This is also the earliest reason for the horseman astrology-to identify directions."

"Anyone who belongs to a stream will find his destination by following the stream..."

Nelson's eyes narrowed, and he muttered these words in a daze.

The sun gradually set on the top of the mountain. Before they knew it, the two had spent the whole afternoon in the forbidden forest. The crowds in the Quidditch Stadium had returned to their dormitories, but Nelson and Tom didn’t even know the result of the game, in the forest. The chirping of autumn insects gradually fainted, replaced by the howling of the valley wind at night. After crossing a natural fence, the moon poked out from behind the thin cloud layer and slowly lit up, and Nelson's vision was lost. Covered in darkness, feeling the clearness of the bark in his mouth and the coldness of the night, he couldn't help but wrap his clothes tightly.

The horseman in front lit a torch to show the way, eliminating the need for them to cast lighting spells, so that their hands can be put in their pockets to keep warm, but the handsome figure adds a magical hue to this peaceful journey. Make it more like a magical adventure.

"But the sun, moon, and stars are constantly changing. Every day will have a different position. Except for the occasional constellations that point to a certain direction. If someone really relies on a star map to recognize the way, then he might really be in the forest. I found my home here," Chiron said with a hint of humor, "I'm sorry, we haven't invented the compass for so many years, but the horseman also has its own way."

He took off the strong bow behind him, drew a sharp arrow, bent the bow and pulled the string, and Nelson noticed that the lines that appeared to be only decorative were glowing in the night.

Chiron raised his arm high and shot the sharp arrow in his hand overhead. A sharp sound of breaking through the air resounded through the forest. The strength and speed of this powerful bow were extremely amazing. Inferring from the sound, the sharp arrow Putting it on any creature will make it uncomfortable, and it's no wonder that the horseman who only looks at the stars will occupy a place in the magical world.

Nelson raised his head, and the sharp arrow shot straight into the sky. Its height was hard to imagine that it was shot by a primitive bow. Finally, it lost power at the top, and the slight angle of shot was now coordinated with gravity. The arrow turned upside down and pierced downward.

"puff."

With a muffled sound, Nelson, Tom, and Chiron surrounded the three people in the center, the sharp arrow sank deeply into the hard ground, and even the mud did not splash.

Nelson bent down to observe, perhaps because of being moisturized by the starlight, the texture on the arrow shaft became brighter. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he could feel that it was beautiful.

"Vertical?" Tom noticed something wrong with the arrow. He stretched out his hand close to the tail feathers. A dark stone slipped from his palm and fell close to the shaft of the arrow. It did not deviate or approached. "How is this done? Yes? There will be a bevel anyway, isn’t it?"

"This is the horseman's archery," Chiron said proudly, "it is the ability we rely on for survival."

He bends his front hoofs, kneels on the ground like a real horse, and chants softly the ancient language like ten thousand horses galloping and steeds roaring. Under the moonlight, the outline of the sharp arrow's shadow gradually became clear, and several clocks were separated. Dial-like shadows, those seemingly useless patterns give these shadows a different shape, and each one represents a long story.

Chiron stretched out his hand and drew a standard circle around the tips of the shadows on the ground with his nails.

"In the beginning, our ancestors judged the season by the length of the shadow, and then found the position of the stars in the direction indicated by the current time. Because we are a race that is accustomed to migrating, we have heard many things in the world during the long journey. What happened, there was someone called

The wise men of Chiron connected the rules of the movement of stars with the direction of the world... We understand that for the huge starry sky, the world we live in is only a small part, but it at least lives in the rules. "

The inscription on the arrow shaft flickered, making the cast shadow alive and moving, like an epic that spanned a thousand years, but Nelson's focus was on the angle between the shadow and the direction pointed by the tip.

"How precise can this kind of magic be?" His tone was a little urgent.

"What? Divination?" Chiron replied, "Even the best prophet can't guarantee that everything he has said is correct."

"I mean this positioning method," Nelson raised his head and asked with piercing eyes. "Using the starry sky as a reference, at every time, every place will have a unique position, right?"

"Do you understand it?" Chiron was a little surprised.

"Somewhat similar to the three-point positioning used by Muggles in navigation," Nelson raised his head, "but that can only point to fixed coordinates and directions. If you look at Xiao Han, with the help of the ever-changing starry sky, you can even Adding the variable of time to the positioning coordinates, I understand... Can this magic be taught to me? I am willing to exchange it with whatever you want."

"It's not uncommon, it's just that humans lack the means to contact the starry sky. After all, no matter how thin the shadows are, there will be errors," Chiron said readily. "You are still the first human to care about it this way. I can teach this magic to You, after all, the starry sky you gave us is so precious."

"Excuse me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com two gentlemen," Tom raised his hand suddenly, "Should we not go any further? I mean, your camp shouldn't be too far from here, right?"

"Campsite? Haha," Chiron smiled. "Mr. Riddle, this is our campsite. The horsemen pretend to be wild animals. We will not camp like humans."

…

"Is it useful?"

After declining the horseman’s escort, Tom, who left from the depths of the forbidden forest, could only light up the road ahead with his magic wand. He looked at Nelson, who looked intoxicated beside him, and found him a little bit incomprehensible: "New Mongarde Isn’t the high-powered telescopes that you sell satisfying you? If you have to use this primitive method, let me say, or the divination magic that you didn’t hear is more useful.”

"It's very important." Nelson stretched out his hand, and a pointer-like sword appeared out of thin air in the palm of his palm. The phantom of the Star Dou haunted the blade engraved with more complex star maps. "For most people, it's not worth mentioning. , But to me, it’s almost the same as the last piece of the puzzle."

"Oh?"

"The coordinates of the past are greater than the magic power of the wizard himself, and the curse of turning time...who is there?!"

Nelson raised his wand and pointed it violently at the dark woods ahead. There was some abnormal noise not far away. The two immediately put away their lazy expressions and walked closer, and the floating concealed in the dark had quietly moved up from all directions.

You can vaguely see a figure that is so tall that it doesn’t look like a human running in the forest. As a result, the ground makes a thumping sound, followed by dense footsteps and the sound of claws rubbing against the ground. It seems that a game is going on in the forbidden forest. hunting.