My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"happy family?"

Nelson raised his head. I don't know when the surrounding environment has become the familiar manor. It's just that compared to the desolate, decayed, and dazzling appearance he has seen before, the prosperity here almost reproduces Sykes. Before the doctor's research had revealed, the family, known for keeping magical animals, was once a splendid sight.

There were noisy conversations in the ears, and wizards who were well-dressed but had vague appearances crowded the stands for customers to choose magical animals. They rode a special cable car and walked among the fierce beasts. Repeating the path and words in Professor Sykes' memory, he didn't notice that the surrounding goods had already turned into twisted monsters.

From time to time there were cracks in the mirror surface and reflections from the glass, and Nelson blinked, realizing that he had entered the mirror world carefully arranged by Professor Sykes.

There was a heavy gasp from his side, he looked in the direction of the sound, Melissa beside him was as beautiful and moving as usual in Hogwarts, but just outside the mirror a step away, his eyes were full of resentment. She still maintains the old state of being torn apart by Nelson, like a monster that will not die but will continue to age.

When the beautiful face and the ugly essence stood so close and appeared in his eyes at the same time, Nelson really felt the impact of the gap, he could feel and even understand the crazy, Desperate hatred, even though he understood that her pain was never caused by him, but from her own.

The mirror behind him presents a shattered beauty, and Christian, who is slumped in the flowers and crying, also appears in Nelson's line of sight. Her face is cut into abstraction by the broken mirror. In her eyes, the brother who was locked in the mirror was like this.

The magic prepared by Professor Sykes did not seem to work very well. With the collapse of the mirror, the monsters that rushed towards Nelson were cut by the mirror before they could get close, and even the customer's talk and the furnishings of the Happy Home were not enough. She became fragmented, and outside the mirror, she managed to maintain the operation of the magic, and her eyes were full of horror.

"Why...there is such a tidal wave of magic? Why..."

"Don't worry, I will wait for you to complete this spell. Maybe I forgot to tell you beforehand, don't easily try to transfer or imprison the wizard who has mastered Sykes' restoration," Nelson did not stop Professor Sykes's movements, but said patiently, "Analyzing the Mirror of Erised is a big project, and I didn't expect you to be able to complete it in such a short time at Hogwarts."

"Let's... stop looking down on people." The old age on Professor Sykes' face became more and more obvious, and the deep wrinkles like a trench were ruthlessly destroying her proud appearance. "You are just bluffing."

"Well, you're right." Nelson shrugged, without arguing with her, just holding his arms silently, watching her laborious movements, Melissa in the mirror rushed towards him, but was blocked by the cracks in the mirror way to go.

"Compared to you, your sister Jokunda at least has self-knowledge." Nelson, who was extremely bored, fiddled with his hat and said casually, "At least she won't take me hostage as a practical plan."

"Are you still talking big?" Professor Sykes's waist was deeply arched, like an old jackal crawling on the floor, her image was not even the slightest touch with the title of professor, and mirror Compared to the reflection that started to move in the middle, it looked even more ugly, "It sounds like you have seen her."

"Yeah, I had an impressive exchange with her," Nelson shook his head, recalling the frightened girl in the log cabin by Lake Ontario, "She may not be bad in nature, but she has gone astray in the end. , I gave her a change, a chance to choose."

"Sounds really high, really worthy of being a big man who became an official of the Ministry of Magic at a young age, hehe," Professor Sykes coughed and waved his wand. The crack in the mirror slowly healed and disappeared in front of Nelson. The repair of the broken mirror makes everything in the happy family come alive again, "I just don't know if you can still be as calm as you are now when you feel my claustrophobic and when you begged me to let you out. calm."

"Sykes," Nelson looked at the movements of her hands. The Mirror of Erised, which he had once glimpsed, appeared in front of his eyes. The runes engraved on the mirror frame were linked together. Yes, it has become as easy to read as a popular novel. Noticing Professor Sykes' mistakes, he kindly reminded, "What you should do now is not to strengthen, but to open up. For this kind of magic that reflects people's hearts, you It must be transparent to maintain basic operation.”

"Don't talk too much!" Professor Sykes turned her head viciously, she heard Nelson's voice coming from behind, but the room was empty, she shook her head again, stared at Nelson in the mirror, and said, "You Do you think you know a lot?"

"Of course I know a lot, otherwise I wouldn't have given Jokunda Sykes a chance."

"Your sympathy is really cheap," Melissa sneered while clutching her chest, "It was her who directly hurt you, it was she who put the Winged Demon in your bag, it was clearly her and the You have the deepest hatred, and you are still willing to give her a chance like this?"

"Then what can I do? I'm just so soft-hearted," Nelson shrugged with a contrived look of embarrassment. "She calls me Daddy."

"yes?"

The cracks in the mirror were repaired with difficulty. Professor Sykes grinned and looked at everything in the mirror, watching Nelson's figure collapsed under the overwhelming tide of beasts, watching Nelson reaching out his hand desperately under the beast's crush, watching. Looking down at Nelson's young and beautiful self, enjoying the sweetness of victory, Nelson's pleading and admiration came from his ears. Even in this near-death situation, he was still loudly expressing his mastery over Professor Sykes. Shocked by such a powerful magic, he longed for Professor Sykes to give him a chance to become her faithful servant...

Nelson, who was still invincible before, knelt in front of the mirror with blood on his face, and his palms were smeared by the sharp fragments of the mirror. Enjoyed this feeling so much.

...

"You see, jealousy isn't the worst sin, but it's enough to make a man stupider than anyone else."

In the mirror, Nelson turned the hat he took off, and sat behind a desk exactly like the one in Dumbledore's office. On the table was the tea set that Professor Sykes once cherished. When did it become the flamboyant robe that Aberforth often wore when he played Dumbledore, and the beautiful Melissa in the mirror sat beside him, carefully fiddling with the tea set on the table, he raised his head, the azure blue Eyes cast pity from behind half-moon eyes.

"In your heart, am I just such a arrogant, rude and stupid person?"

Looking at the face that suddenly turned into Dumbledore in the mirror, Professor Sykes, who had finished casting the spell, fell into confusion. She listened to the sound coming from behind and turned her head stiffly. She didn't know when she was on her bed. Putting on the new sheets, Christian was lying pale on the bed, tightly covered by the quilt, and Nelson was sitting on the edge of the bed, drawing wisps of emerald green mist with his wand from the girl's temple.

"you--"

"Why does a person who lives in a gutter all day have such a big mirror?" Nelson glanced at her and continued to turn to take care of Christian, "You may have been with flowers and plants for too long. , and even feel that human intelligence has been so low."

"You... when did you—"

"I obeyed your invitation and entered the mirror without hesitation. What's the difference between you and you who easily gave in under the sugar-coated cannonballs of those people?" Nelson raised his head, picked up the steaming potion on the head of the bed, and rushed She smiled, "Didn't you realize that I just came back from the Goblin Academy? My leather shoes even had a little bit of cow dung on them... The potion you used on Christian was so rude."

"I didn't poison her!" Professor Sykes wanted to roar hysterically, she didn't understand what was going on, but at the moment she couldn't even speak aloud, she repeated, "I didn't give She's poisoned!"

"You're in a hurry, I didn't say you poisoned her," Nelson shook his head, scooped up a spoonful of potion with a spoon, blew lightly to cool it down, and handed the spoon to the girl's chapped mouth, "You Don't you feel ashamed at all for taking advantage of the one-sided justice of this girl who broke free from the quagmire, and using strength as a bait to make her do things for you?"

"She begged me to give her strength, she begged me to make her strong, I satisfied her, is there something wrong?"

"That's right, I can't even argue with that," Nelson's cold eyes swept across her neck, she only felt her heart tighten, and subconsciously shrank her neck like a tortoise, "Who told her Someone who knows black magic must be evil, who told her to hide it from Tom?"

"..."

"Fortunately, I was fast enough and didn't miss a good show. I even wanted to applaud you. You are the first one among all my opponents who can kill himself without me being there."

"Uh... uh cough cough." Professor Sykes's shriveled chest made an unpleasant moan.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Nelson asked curiously, tilting his head, "Why am I standing here so stabbed and letting you lock me in a mirror? Am I stupid?"

"Why after being locked in, I didn't want to break free and escape, but instead I was watching the scenery of your home?"

"Why do I know that this mirror uses the magic of the Mirror of Erised? Even if Merlin is here, I'm afraid he won't be able to see what kind of magical product such a large mirror is?"

"Why am I kindly reminding you that your spell went wrong? Am I the sort of guy who sticks his head in the gallows himself?"

"Why am I still trying to compliment your magic at a critical moment after doing so many stupid things? Am I sick?"

"why……"

"why……"

A series of "why" slammed into Professor Sykes, and her expression quickly became dazed, even a little confused.

"What I present to you is not your mirror image, but the desire in your heart. Even Professor Dumbledore can't resist such a magic tool with infinite temptation as the Mirror of Erised. You who have been immersed in it for so many years have already I got stuck in, do you think you locked me up? You locked yourself up."

Nelson sighed, and this sigh was particularly harsh in Professor Sykes' heart. In her opinion, Nelson was disappointed by the lack of interest in his opponent. He shook his head, gave Christian a sip of medicine, and said softly. : "Your desire... is really embarrassing."

The scene in the mirror had already changed without knowing it. Melissa Sykes, who was getting younger and brighter, was sitting in the seat belonging to Dumbledore. At that time, it was Nelson's face, and sometimes it was Dumbledore's face. The person standing there respectfully, completed the complicated tea drinking ceremony for her. The dazzling jewels hanging on her body were enough to crush him even if they were placed on the giant.

Looking at this pure and worldly desire, Nelson does have a dull feeling - he has experienced a variety of crises in his magical adventures, surrounded by various powerful enemies, and he is more or less victorious in the end. Feeling or seeing their minds and ideals as villains, although they went to the opposite side, those emotional original intentions made Nelson remember every respectable opponent.

"They may be inhumane, they may be sinister and vicious, they may be invincible...but they are at least tall," Nelson shook his head and cast a pitying look at Professor Sykes~www.readwn.com~It's a pity..."

"what?"

"nothing."

It is meaningless to say these words to such a person, and even the humiliation has no sense of accomplishment. He looks at the happy home in the mirror, where it has long returned to a peaceful pasture.

"Jokunda, run on the broom!"

Dr. Sykes's voice came from a distant hut, and amid the explosion of the spell, a broom that would cross the Atlantic in the future soared into the sky.

In the red pine forest within sight, a girl with dodging eyes hid behind a tree, leaving behind a color that quickly dissipated.

"From now on, you're shirking your responsibilities, aren't you?" Nelson's voice drifted away, "I've never been able to match the story of the happy home, it's obviously midsummer, and it's as if the time is different now, where are you? What? Do I need to make up the exam if I fail the course?"

"I……"

"You obviously have 10,000 ways to make up for your mistakes, but you chose the worst one - shirking it on someone else's head."

Nelson helped Christian, who was awake, to sit up. She insisted on drinking the medicine by herself, but she did not take her eyes away from Professor Sykes. She unconsciously raised the teaspoon, and the bitter potion slipped from the corner of her mouth.

Professor Sykes's thin forehead rested on the mirror and sank little by little.

As Nelson said, he didn't do anything, and the woman who had been shirking the blame all her life just locked herself in the desire of nothingness.

The ancient rune appeared on the mirror surface, but it was a world presented in the mirror. From the outside, it formed a more easily recognizable rune:

"What I present to you is not your mirror image, but your inner desire."

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