My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Puff Lulu..."

Hearing the noise from outside the door, Tom's original serious expression suddenly became exciting. He shook his head, stood up from the black door, patted his butt, and walked towards the bubbling pool.

The huge underground cavity is filled with the misty mist, making everything here become psychedelic, like walking in a fairy tale world, seemingly covered by moist water vapor, but Tom walking through it only feels dry and heavy , As if he was roaming in the desert, being buried by the quicksand slowly accumulating.

This is a heavy feeling that belongs to memory. Every time Tom touches the fog, it is equivalent to experiencing the life of a deceased person. Although life is extremely exciting, but for the greedy mayfly and Alexander who **** the mist, Losing the fog is nothing more than a delicious magic meal, not to mention that after the time has loosened, the fog that condenses everything in life has gradually become thinner.

He can even taste the anger from the vast spring water, but the anger is so far away, so untouchable, just like a mortal cannot throw a fist at a god, the anger of the world can hardly come to someone.

Tom slowly approached the pool, not worried that Nelson would be drowned. He was not familiar with the environment here, but the skeleton that had been dead for many years still crawled under his feet, adjusting his position to another one. The wizard who defined death paved the way.

"This feeling is really intoxicating."

Tom squeezed his fist, and the black magic power surged at his fingertips, like running water and like flames. With a light wave, the reverberations of those who were dead would recede like windswept clouds, revealing that they were being hung by two mayflies. Nelson was slowly dragged out of the water.

"So intoxicated that you don't want to fish me up?"

Nelson chuckled softly, the pure liquid condensed from the mist tickled down from his body, sighs of unwillingness, anger, relief, and relief came out from the water droplets, and fell into the vortex connecting the blurry illusion with difficulty.

"I thought weird people like you would prefer bathing in misty springs." Tom shrugged, took a step forward, and said, "So, your experiment was successful? You just fell from you. Just go back in time?"

"I don't know, Tom, but I think it should be," Nelson shook his head in a low voice, "I have a watch in my pocket. Can you check the time for me, can you match the clock outside?"

"Why don't you—"

Before the words came to an end, the two mayflies that were dragging Nelson loosed their paws, and Nelson leaned forward after losing his support. Under Tom’s surprised gaze, he fell heavily to the ground, his body being unsupported by his magical power. The coat was pressed underneath, unable to move.

"What are you doing?"

Tom rushed to Nelson's side, pulling on the corner of his shirt to help him up, but the coat was too heavy, even Tom could only move the corner of his shirt lightly.

"Why is it so heavy?" He thought that Nelson's clothes were already heavy, but he didn't expect there to be heavier ones, and saw that the pale Nelson was firmly pressed underneath, and even his breathing became difficult.

"Alexander!" Nelson wailed feebly. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Behind him, the phantom of the giant Titan moved, dragging the collapsed body and slowly leaning over. From time to time, huge parts smashed down. Tom hurriedly set up the barrier defense, but he did not expect that the parts that Alexander fell went straight through. After passing the barrier, he could not stop the downward momentum until he penetrated the ground and fell deeper. He finally understood that this Alexander was not really coming, but just a projection of some magical power.

Alexander's big hand covered the sky and approached Nelson. Tom was afraid that this stupid man would pinch his master to death, but the **** scene in the imagination did not happen. It experienced a transition from virtual to real at a certain moment. Pinching Nelson's collar, two bolts flicked on his sturdy fingers, two cute little hands stretched out from the hollow, and dexterously took off Nelson's coat. These two little hands fell off and turned into He put a sturdy clothes hanger, and even put a dust-proof cloth cover on the coat intimately.

"What a good boy."

Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, greedily sucking the fresh air around him, his pale face gradually became more bloody, he lifted his head with the trace of strength he had just recovered, and stared at the two who dropped him with weird eyes. ephemera.

"I remember you even the bad guy's number," he gritted his teeth, "I'll use you to make iron later."

Tom finally couldn't help it. He covered his mouth and let out a "pounce" laugh, and smiled while covering his stomach: "Have you ever considered starting a circus with your mayflies? You think you can be the most important person." ."

"What? The circus owner?"

"clown."

"..."

Nelson began to stare at Tom with the eyes of the two mayfly, as if thinking about what kind of alloy he forged.

"So can you really remember the number of each mayfly?"

From the inner pocket of the coat hanging on the shelf, Tom found the watch Nelson said. It was the gift that Jonas gave them on his birthday that year. He squatted in front of Nelson and grabbed a mayfly with a scale. Time, while leaning over to look at Nelson, while his agile partner hadn't regained his strength, he seized the opportunity to squeeze his hair.

"How is it possible?" Nelson curled his lips and tried hard to avoid Tom's hand. "They are a whole, just like you can't name each strand of your hair."

"How did you know that I would name my hair?" Tom was stunned, then waved his hand and said, "There is no problem with time, you are one step ahead of me."

"Are you really—"

"Just kidding, kidding," Tom squinted Nelson's hair again, and finally started to care about the hapless situation. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so weak all of a sudden?"

"I miscalculated the magic power needed to reverse time. The magic power I envisioned would be sufficient only in an absolutely ideal environment, so even if I use Sykes to restore and store the magic power that far exceeds my own possession, time travel It drained me too," Nelson shook his head. "Most of them were wasted in the process of casting spells, but as an experiment, it was undoubtedly successful."

Nelson grinned and smiled happily: "Tom, we made it."

"You succeeded," Tom pouted, "I did nothing."

"You did it, Tom," Nelson nodded firmly, "Isn't the top priority now to help me up and eat something?"

"That's right. Speaking of which, why don't you experiment directly on Credence? After all, he is destined to succeed." Tom lifted Nelson's shoulders and heard the muffled inhalation in his ear. Shaking his head, he said, "No, you are not like that."

"Tick..."

Tom's ears moved keenly. He lowered his head and saw the blood blooming like roses on the snake bones. He finally broke free from the state of composure. He rolled up Nelson's sleeves and saw his **** right arm. With his arms up, large areas of skin disappeared, revealing bright red flesh and blood. Silver dust was slowly covering the inside along the edge of the wound. He pressed his hand on Nelson's shoulder, causing the muscles on Nelson's face to twitch viciously.

Raising his hand, his palm has been stained red with blood.

"Damn it, why didn't you say it earlier," Tom put down Nelson and ran to his coat. "Where did you put Baixian?"

"This is a magic wound, Tom, Bai Xian is useless," Nelson squeezed out a smile, leaned on a protruding bone, and shook his head. "In the magic equivalent exchange, if the chips are not enough, it will be taken by force. , This is why Professor Dumbledore is so opposed to black magic, and I just broke my skin a little, which is very lucky."

"I thought you were really omnipotent!"

"If I'm really omnipotent, these bad things won't happen from the beginning," Nelson smiled bitterly. "Even if it was me, I would suffer this kind of injury after the first experiment. When Credence comes, he may not wait to see Nagini. At least this proves that it needs to be perfected. Let's go back and open the **** box first."

"What do you want me to say..." Tom smiled bitterly and shook his head. The joy of powerful magic was quickly dissipated. "Are you a god? You have to deal with everything?"

Nelson closed his eyes, ignored Tom's thoughts, and yelled, "Pour me a glass of water, Lord Riddle, the water tank is at the root of the wall on your right."

…

"Chiron, are you interested in coming to Hogwarts as a professor of arithmetic and divination?" Standing in front of the tall horseman in the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore invited sincerely, "I swear, everyone will treat you like Treat you as the same, whether it is a student or a teacher."

"Prejudice will always exist, Mr. Dumbledore, not to mention that we horse people are willing to become beasts. No soul who yearns for the stars will be happy because they have received human approval." Chiron raised his head and looked up at the luxuriant stars. His mood still stayed at the moment the meteor just passed, "The stars are very bright tonight."

"Yes," Dumbledore, who was familiar with the horsemen, knew the number of turns they talked, and then raised his head to look at the stars. "The stars are very bright tonight."

"Unusually bright," Chiron corrected Dumbledore's words patiently, although Dumbledore said exactly what he had just said, "If you want to know the answer to any question, why not ask the stars?"

"It doesn't seem to be willing to answer me." Dumbledore shrugged, "Times are changing, Chiron, whether you are a human or a beast, even if you are a stone, I sincerely invite you to stand with us. The future is very dull, so we need your help."

"You should have a friend who knows the future, Mr. Dumbledore, perhaps a closer relationship."

"Even this can be counted?!" Dumbledore moved back half a step, and he had now cast a little psychological shadow on the prophet.

"Of course not," Chiron lowered his head, staring at Dumbledore with a strange expression. "The stars are guiding the direction of this world. What virtue do you think you can be pityed by the stars? I'm just At the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, I found a magazine called "Singing and Singing", which described in detail—"

"Okay, okay, excuse me..." Dumbledore made a stop gesture and interrupted Chiron, who was aroused. "I won't embarrass you anymore. This time, I have another question. ask you."

"You ask, whether to answer or not, you have to let the starry sky decide." The horseman closed his eyes and said inexplicably. It can be seen that the two are very familiar, and Chiron deserves to have seen the world on a business trip in France. The horseman can even make a joke like this, "Of course, if you are really urgent, as a reward for giving us shelter, I can help Xingkong make this decision a little bit."

"A nest of eight-eyed giant spiders came in the forbidden forest, do you know?"

"Isn't this your problem?" The horseman asked in turn, "A few months ago, your foal entered the forbidden forest with that dangerous egg. The spiders reproduced too fast and even compressed. We are observing the starry sky area, don’t you think this is too much?"

"Sorry, this is indeed a school management problem," Dumbledore nodded. "I want to know where the other eight-eyed giant spider came from."

"Interesting question," the horseman lowered his eyes and thought, then raised his head and continued to look up at the starry sky, and said slowly, "It comes from a person like us."

"Can you be more specific?"

"A man like a horseman."

"Like watching the stars?"

"No, a man with magical powers."

Dumbledore chewed on Chiron's answer. At first he thought it was just nonsense, but he soon had a great guess.

"I saw him in the forest. It was a funny man, a polite man, an old but young man," Chiron said slowly. "A man who wants to control death just like you, but what he longs for It seems that it is not power, but the end of oneself... He has what you desire but is out of reach, but is dragged into endless torture by it. A living ghost, a magical guy."

Dumbledore stood under the starry sky thinking about the horseman's mystery, without even noticing Chiron's departure.

…

"Strange, why do you want me to investigate a Muggle that has been dead for many years?"

In Diagon Alley, Johnny, who had just received the report, scratched his head and handed the parchment to his partner.

"Do you think this person is special?"

"If even we can see that he is special, the adults won't let us investigate him," Joseph called the report back without even looking at the report. He is very good at reducing unnecessary workload for himself." Do your job well and go to Knockout Alley later? I heard that there will be a lively show in the afternoon."

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