My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Children, each of you will be given a crystal ball for this class," said Mrs. Climans, sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion in the center of the classroom, her bohemian dress spread out on the carpet in bright colors , Eye-catching and full of mystery, the beads and metal accessories collide, making a crisp sound like wind chimes, "In the previous courses, we have completely digested some simple divination content, but they are still difficult to be considered as truly reliable Can someone answer the inadequacies of the divination methods we have learned?"

There were chattering discussions in the classroom, and Tom and Dwight, who were walking through the crowd with woven bags, distributed the crystal balls prepared by Mrs. Clemens to everyone. Not even a regular spherical shape, these crystal balls are made of natural crystals, which are very different from those uniformly shaped ones on the market.

Myrtle raised her hand.

"Mytel, tell me." Mrs. Climans nodded encouragingly.

"The divination methods we have learned systematically include tea residue, Tarot and clues," Myrtle recalled. In the divination class, except for Nelson who made up random things every day but got very good grades, she was the king of the world. , "The divination method of observing tea dregs can only be used for interpretation, but it cannot limit the content we want to divination at the beginning. We can only passively read the guidance given to us by fate. It has a complete set of divination magic in the East, but When tea was introduced to Europe, this divination magic did not follow."

"That's right," Mrs. Climans nodded approvingly, "The interpretation of tea leaves we have learned is incomplete, and even the varieties of tea leaves are not complete."

Nelson saw Alphard raised his eyebrows, as if he was previewing this class for the first time.

"Tarot can predict the events that the fortune-teller thinks, but according to the arrangement and combination, each way of placing cards has a fixed number of combination results, but the events in life have all kinds of bizarre developments," Myrtle said It is getting faster and faster, and she is completely different from the usual her, "So it may happen that the same two things are used for Tarot divination, and the results of the divination are the same, but the final event has a completely different direction."

"Very well, ten points for Ravenclaw," Mrs. Clemens nodded with satisfaction, and looked around the classroom. Tom and Dwight had distributed the crystal balls and were returning to their seats. She saw Tom divided the last two crystal balls with Nelson, and continued, "The crystal ball divination we are about to come into contact with is the earliest way the Celts used to understand fate. In prehistoric Britain, there was a group of drews with magical powers Yi, they are the earliest prototypes of wizards, so the history of crystal ball divination is earlier than wizards, but the accurate crystal ball magic was invented by wizards in the middle world."

Tom was bored rolling the crystal ball on the mat, but saw Nelson beside him writing fast with a dilapidated notebook.

"Aren't you a prophet? Still listening to this?"

"This is the history of magic, Tom." Nelson didn't write very well, so he simply put the crystal ball under the book.

"I believe many people are wondering why I didn't let you prepare the crystal ball yourself," Mrs. Climans said slowly. "In fact, the previous students have always prepared it by themselves, but I think the effect is not good. Because customers who don’t understand the essence of divination always like to choose their own crystal balls based on whether they look good or not, this will cause every fifth grader to buy a lot of fake and shoddy products made of glass.”

"Is this the history of magic? Isn't this the history of Druids?" Tom asked puzzled, "Aren't these 'prehistoric' stories all fairy tales?"

"That's not necessarily true," Nelson shook his head. "I have a friend who is like a druid, and even if it is a fairy tale, it hides the prototype of the real history."

"Oh." Tom nodded thoughtfully, and began to listen carefully to the knowledge he had already read.

Soon, Mrs. Climans' pre-class preparations were over. Ten minutes later, she finally began to teach Ravenclaw and Slytherin students to inject magic power into crystal balls and roughly interpret the contents.

"When you bind your thoughts to the crystal ball and connect your soul with this sensitive medium, you will see the fog of the future rise in the crystal ball, and they will resonate with the strongest thoughts in your heart , and gradually condensed into an appearance that is closely related to the future." Mrs. Climans's words were mysterious and mysterious, all of which were words such as "binding, connecting, and resonance", and there was not even a spell, like a person who just learned to speak Children babbling, in fact, wizards' exploration of fate is no different from babbling children.

Tom has practiced very well. Although he has no illusions about surpassing the natural prophet, divination class has always been one of the courses he is most interested in. His expression is a little excited. In the light green beryl crystal ball, there are a few erratic strands The white mist twists and turns, constantly being molded into different shapes.

Nelson also followed his example and put his hand on the crystal ball.

The moment his hand touched the crystal ball, he heard his eyes tremble, and he retracted his hand as if he was shocked.

The movement was so big that it even alarmed the people around. Tom turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Fog from the future?" Nelson shook his head, staring at the crystal ball in front of him. "I should learn about crystal ball divination earlier."

Tom followed Nelson's gaze, and saw that in the light golden crystal ball, the condensed white mist formed the silhouette of a modern city. His sight quickly zoomed in from above the city, projecting onto a heavily guarded building on the corner of the street Before, it was a bank, and green poisonous snakes were pushing open the manhole cover in front of the bank, spitting out letters, and the small eyes looking at the gate were full of greed.

"Could it be your Lost Fog?" Tom asked suspiciously. "It looks like—"

"That's right, it's there. Although I don't understand the reason, the crystal ball seems to have opened a crack connecting the illusion, allowing the mist to escape," Nelson stared at the poisonous snakes who wanted to climb into the bank. They had gathered There are many, entangled with each other and crowded the street corners, like a ball of wool that has been cut short.

"What's happening here?"

"Watch for me, Tom, I'll come as I go."

After all, Nelson closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Tom looked around and found that Mrs. Clemens, who was answering questions, was already approaching here. He grabbed Nelson's two hands, covered them on the crystal ball in front of him, and adjusted his posture again, which seemed to be Serious divination in general.

Having done all this, he flicked out the wand hidden in his sleeve, and cast the petrification spell on Nelson.

At this moment, Mrs. Clemens just came in front of the two of them.

...

"Bug, you've crossed the line."

Haierbo is very happy today. A few hours ago, he who was lying on the ground lamenting his fate suddenly smelled a seductive fragrance, which made his mind messed up. After careful identification, he thought it was just The Philosopher's Stone, which is recorded in the "Jewish Book of Abraham", exudes "the aroma of blood mixed with flowers and grains produced by brass".

"Could it be that my luck has changed?" Although there is still a long way to go before the prophecy he firmly believes in comes true, Haierbo still thinks that it is fate that sees him too hard and gives him a chance to return to the world, "Although I am a little I can't figure this thing out, but since I found it, it's mine!"

Following the smell, Hai Erbo used his dog nose to search for the map, broke through the thick fog, and came to a city. He recognized the city - the skyscraper that belonged to that violent kid. He searched carefully in the sewer, Finally found the heavily guarded building.

The greed for life had destroyed his sense of awe, and Haierbo began to summon the snakes with great fanfare, trying to find the loopholes in the building, and kept probing to see if the kid was fishing.

After various trials, he determined that Nelson was not in the Misty Illusion, and this was his chance!

Surrounded by snakes, Hai Erbo crawled out of the sewer, stood on the corner of the street, imagining the wonderful scene of himself ruling the world, feeling extremely happy.

But soon, his good mood was destroyed.

"Bug, you've crossed the line."

Nelson's voice appeared above his head. Haierbo is a wizard who is good at summing up experience. Countless confrontations with Nelson made him understand that this young and outrageous wizard was so powerful in the illusion, he simply closed his eyes, directly gave up the resistance.

"I knew it……"

Immediately afterwards, he felt a tight pain coming from the back of his head. No need to think about it, it must be that kid who grabbed the back of my old man's head.

Hai Erbo's guess was right. Nelson pinched the back of his head and smashed it hard towards the ground. The strength and magic power of his whole body burst out together. Hai Erbo's head smashed into the sidewalk, smashing the ground, revealing a sewer.

After Hai Erbo lost his resistance, the poisonous snakes were lying in the sewer like dried salted fish, and Nelson beat him mercilessly for fifteen minutes.

But Hai Erbo, who possessed a horcrux, would definitely not be killed by fists and magic. He just rolled like a sandbag under Nelson's attack, while reflecting on why he fell into this obvious fishing trap.

Nelson was finally tired. Hai Erbo, who was nailed to the big iron gate of the bank, sneered, "I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"What's the matter?" Nelson felt a burst of relief.

"It's nothing." Haierbo shook his head, lying on the door and said, "I didn't expect you to make the Philosopher's Stone."

"It's just a semi-finished product," Nelson mocked. "Your nose is really good, but you may not know that the Philosopher's Stone still lacks a material—the soul of a powerful dark wizard. Are you willing to dedicate yourself?"

"Hehe," Haierbo said with a sneer, looking at the pale sky, "Before that, I was the meat on the cutting board, you can take it if you want."

"Hehe." Nelson asked, "Haven't you learned your lesson?"

"Lessons? You have a million reasons to teach me," Haierpo pulled himself from the door forcefully, crawled to Nelson's feet, and tapped his forehead, "My gracious master, you just want to vent those things that are in reality. I can see it, my great master, we are a kind of people, your faithful servant-"

"Enough!" Nelson kicked him away, raised his head, and snapped his fingers.

A towering mechanical giant rose in the city and turned to look in his direction. The red one-eyed was like the sun of this pure white city.

...

"My good brother is here again!"

In order to welcome the Triwizard Tournament and show the new atmosphere of Hogwarts to fellow schools and guests, the school staff specially led the house elves of Hogwarts to spend two days cleaning the school, painting the old walls, The outdated decorations were replaced, and the armor brother who had been guarding the door of Dumbledore's office all year round was even waxed.

"Hello," Nelson straightened the helmet with a smile, knocked on his chest, and listened to the sound of "dong dong" coming from inside, and asked concerned, "does anyone still throw garbage in there?"

"No, since the little girl from the Sykes family left, almost no one in the school eats bubble gum," Armor shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, after you left, you didn't encounter anything except that one time. Dangerous situation? It makes me rust if I stay here."

"You don't expect me to be better." Nelson pretended to be angry and knocked on the armor's head. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to him. The password is lemon mousse."

"Okay, but you have to wait a moment, Albus has something to do."

The armor shrugged, and the whole body made a sound of caracalla. Suddenly, the door opened, and Miss Joy, wearing a mask, came out of the office, nodded to Nelson, stepped on her high heels, and left with a tap.

"Okay, he's fine, you go in." The voice of the armor sounded very unhappy, and added, "Next time you encounter interesting things, you must take me with you. Think about it, if the Triwizard Tournament When you wear me, you won't be beaten down by a stick, won't you?"

"You're right." Nelson felt a pain in the back of his head. He cast a cleansing spell on the armor, bid farewell to it and walked into the principal's office.

...

"Nelson, it looks like you have a good relationship with it." Nelson heard Dumbledore's voice as soon as he entered the office, "It's not usually so warm to me."

"Maybe it's because I wore it," Nelson said directly, "Professor Dumbledore, what do you want from me?"

"Of course it can't be because you brutally bullied a mistletoe in the Ravenclaw tower," Dumbledore blinked and looked at Nelson with interest, "but I was indeed attacked this morning, but I was attacked. The broken walls were quickly repaired, the castle is waking up, I heard your cat has a new friend, could you ask him to introduce that friend to me?"

Today is Pote's birthday, Lily suffers, Gryffindor deducts 100 points