My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Where is this? Who are you? Let Peeves out!"

Peeves, who was caught in the misty illusion, looked extremely flustered, he kept twisting his body, biting the big mist hand that was strangling him with the teeth that were finally able to move freely.

His teeth are extremely sharp, at least it is not difficult for him to bite off the incorporeal mist, the tiger's mouth of the big hand was quickly torn into a mess by him.

The lost mist that escaped from the wound floated everywhere, but he was just doing futile work. The mist of the whole world can be used as a supplement for the big hand. Peeves quickly realized this, and his tone became depressed .

"Where is this? Let Peeves out!"

Although his voice is full of pleading and pity, the expression on his face is still full of innocence, playfulness and rebellious perverseness, just like an actor who puts his best efforts into performing a puppet show, but wears a pair of clothes that do not belong to this A comical mask of a repertoire, the more ironic the expression, the more pathetic the voice.

His body gradually became transparent, and the passive light above his head was able to pass through it and sprinkle on the ground.

But he has no self-awareness of being in prison. He doesn't observe the surrounding environment like a person seeking to escape from prison, and he doesn't complain about himself like a person who abandons himself. He just keeps screaming and crying, as if these noises can help him out of danger.

"Can't adapt to the new environment?" Nelson's voice came from the surrounding fog, "You did too much mischief, this is punishment, not to mention, I'm saving you, you should thank me, at least you shouldn't scold me .”

Only then did Peeves stop shouting, staring at a pair of weird eyes, looking at the street shrouded in mist, the sidewalk paved with bluestone slabs was full of street trees, and the parallel canals were flowing with clear water, a pure The white koi jumped out of the ditch and dissipated into a wisp of lost mist in the air, and the sparrows that flew out of it got into the canopy above the head.

The streets in the southeast and northwest lead to the unknown. This is a crossroads. Facing him is a very familiar thick wooden door. The door is a huge phantom that makes Peeves' heart tense.

"How about this? Will you be more comfortable with this?"

As Nelson's voice became clearer, the fog on the street slowly dissipated. Peeves' eyes were fixed on the huge phantom behind the door. After the fog cleared, a pure white Hogwarts castle appeared in front of him.

"Like it?"

Nelson in silver armor stood in front of the door, bowed slightly, and the door opened.

Peeves just wanted to open his mouth to yell, but he felt his limbs tense. He lowered his head and found four big hands appeared behind him, and stretched out two fingers to pinch his limbs. He felt a sense of relief from the soles of his feet. Feeling the touch, four big hands fiddled with his body and fell to the ground.

Under the control of his hands, Peeves kicked a non-standard British goose step. Coupled with his playful expression, if the big hands behind him were ignored, it would undoubtedly be a funny scene, but it looked extremely weird when paired with them.

Nelson stood quietly in front of the door, waiting for Peeves to approach.

"Peeves doesn't like it at all, what the hell is this place, what do you want, you jerk!"

"You are really not a ghost, Mr. Peeves, it is impossible for ghosts not to know this place," Nelson took off his helmet, causing the armor to express his dissatisfaction again and again. Peeves' words sounded so weak at this moment, Nelson smiled softly , "This is of course Hogwarts, your home, a good place for you to do pranks for hundreds of years."

"No! This is not Hogwarts!"

"No, it is." As Peeves approached, Nelson's tone became calm, he turned around on his own, and walked through the door, and Peeves was held by four hands like a Like a sentinel, he smiled desperately and followed behind him.

"Look, that's the Black Lake."

The space behind the door is much wider. Looking in from the outside, this "Hogwarts" seems to be only a little bit bigger than the castle, but after entering the door, there are many caves, including scenes such as the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest. They are perfectly reproduced, the only fly in the ointment is that they are all white.

Nelson pointed to the milky white lake on the right that was rippling suddenly under the calm air, and introduced: "In 1072, you once drove a snake and forced a second-grade girl who was afraid of snakes because of the church's persecution to come here. She jumped into the lake, but she didn't seem to be able to swim, and she was rescued after drinking water for half an hour, and she successfully developed hydrophobia, and even almost refused the potions class offered by the head Slytherin at the time."

Nelson waved his hand, and a white girl poked her head out of the lake, peeking at Peeves fearfully, and plunged her head into the water when Peeves turned to look at her.

"You see, she is more afraid of you than water."

Peeves squeezed his mouth tightly, his expression still smiling.

"Look over there, I'm sorry, I forgot before," Nelson held his helmet in one hand, and waved lightly towards the Black Lake with the other. Four towering stands rose from the white lawn, "That's the Quidditch field. The old sport, isn't it?"

"Hmph, Peeves doesn't play Quidditch." Peeves turned his head, as if he knew what Nelson was going to say, so he deliberately didn't look there.

"Coincidentally, I don't play either." Nelson showed a joyful expression, and then turned his face as if he had changed his face, "But even someone like me who knows almost nothing about Quidditch knows the importance of broomsticks to players— —Mr. Peeves, at the Quidditch Cup final in 1245, the Ravenclaw Seeker drove his beloved Flashing Sword into the sky, chasing the Snitch overhead At that time, the broomstick he bought for a hundred galleons actually broke! Later, the professors found out that the two broomsticks were glued together with time-limited glue, but the boy also completely ruined his career , and even lost an arm forever, it may be the worst ground accident Hogwarts has ever seen."

A scream came from a distance, followed by a loud noise like a meteorite falling to the ground, Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Peeves, do you know what's going on?"

"How did Peeves know about Fultz in 1245?"

"Oh? It turns out that his name is Fultz. Maybe because his only talent is Quidditch, even the school history only uses 'Ravenclaw's Seeker' to refer to this person who achieved nothing in the second half of his life."

Nelson slowly introduced everyone who was really hurt by Peeves' pranks at Hogwarts, and a student with a frightened face appeared on every inch of ground he walked.

In the Misty Realm, time is blurred, Peeves has existed for hundreds of years, and the people who have been hurt over the years have been introduced one by one by Nelson.

Although these are all transformations from Nelson, he still greeted them one by one, turned his head to Peeves and said with a smile, "This will be your new home from now on, here you can play your pranks as you like Talent, I promise, no one will express dissatisfaction with your jokes, you see, they are all afraid of you."

"Peves doesn't want to play with these guys, put Peeves back quickly!" Peeves said tremblingly after suffering successive blows, but his body kept going forward, "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Don't you think this prank is funny?" Nelson asked repeatedly with an exaggerated surprised expression on his face, "Don't you think it's really really really funny?"

"It's not fun! Peeves thinks it's so boring!" Peeves loudly expressed his dissatisfaction, "Stop! Let me go back!"

"Really?" Nelson's voice suddenly became indifferent, and he took a step forward, almost touching Peeves' face. He could even feel the fur ball on Peeves' hat brushing his hair, and the two tufts of mustache trembled. A flick ran across his cheeks, "They thought so too, you did it anyway, didn't you? Why did you do these 'pranks' even though you knew they might be hurt by it?"

"Peves doesn't know! Peeves doesn't know that wizards can bear so little, Peeves just thinks it's fun, Peeves just wants to do it!" Peeves roared with a smile on his face, "You are satisfied Yet?"

"No," Nelson shook his head seriously. "Actually, I'm more confused."

"What?"

"It would be strange if a man were a villain and a saint at the same time."

Nelson and the goose-stepping Peeves had already arrived at the gate of the castle. He stepped forward, and the doors opened in unison. All the candles on both sides were lit, but what burned was white "fire". Stepping on the white wool carpet in front of you, you look towards the auditorium, where a grand banquet is being held, just like the outside. The people laughing and laughing in the auditorium are all familiar figures of Peeves. They are singing and dancing. The goose-stepping peeves at the door poured out of the auditorium one after another, and ran to Peeves' side. They formed a circle, singing and dancing, and for a while they made up a set of goose-stepping circles with a strong Scottish style.

Nelson, who was pushed aside, squeezed back with great effort, and stood out of place in the middle of the goose crowd, looked at Peeves with a distorted smile, and asked curiously, "These are all the things that you used to do at Hogwarts?" The people you have helped, big or small, I really can't understand whether you are a good person or a bad person."

"Peeves isn't human!"

"I understand," Nelson scratched his head, ignoring the words "Put me on your head" that had been read all the way through the helmet in his arms, and said, "You know what? In fact, when I was studying school history, I felt the most You are the one interested."

"What's the use of being interested in Peeves? Peeves is just a nuisance who was kicked out of his family. Maybe Peeves should be called a nuisance."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, Peeves finally uttered something meaningful beyond cursing, he didn't express any great opinions, just let Peeves continue.

"Why does Peeves play pranks? When did Peeves bully the students of Hogwarts?" Peeves smiled and cried, "Only Peeves regards Hogwarts as a writer, and every little villain It's Peeves' family, and Peeves' pranks are only on people that everyone hates, and Peeves just did what everyone wanted to do, why do you all blame Peeves in the end?"

Peeves' goose steps were as fast as a fan, and a line of milky white tears slipped from the corner of his eyes. Although his expression was still the same smile, Nelson understood that he was crying.

While Peeves was wailing, Nelson quietly took out his wand from the helmet in his arms and poked it on his back.

"I hope Dumbledore's spell is useful, otherwise he will have to be exiled. I quite like Peeves..." Nelson is using the magic improved by Dumbledore, the master of memory and emotion magic, through Legilimency. On the way to the closed corridor, Dumbledore taught this spell to Nelson. He kept in mind Dumbledore's teaching that "when it is in a strong mood, you can know what it is thinking" and silently A mantra was uttered in my heart, "Empathy and Synesthesia!"

A severe pain like a lightning strike hit his mind. These centuries-old memories with emotions flooded into Nelson's mind like a tide, followed by the magic power associated with those massive memories. He closed his eyes and looked back. Falling down, the armor reacted quickly, controlling his body to maintain balance, and put on the helmet to alert the surroundings.

With Nelson's loss of consciousness, the students who were going forward in circles around them froze strangely, maintaining the movement of raising their legs high like sculptures. At the same time, deep in the city, the steam giant on standby also Activated by a pre-set spell, he rose from the tall building, turned his head and stared in Nelson's direction with a ruthless one eye.

Nelson, who fell into a coma, only felt millions of voices floating in his ears, and these voices were very immature, telling his most primitive desires.

"I want to be a great wizard."

"I want to use the potion to revive grandma."

"I think there's a lot of money, so Dad doesn't have to pull the cart for Master Malfoy."

The fog of confusion exploded from Nelson's body, quickly dissolving the memories he perceived, leaving only pure emotions, which were the most innocent childhood dreams.

But soon, discordant voices mixed in.

"That girl's long hair is so annoying, I'm going to cut it off so Darko will only look at me!"

"Fultz is so arrogant, if only he could break his leg!"

"The first is mine, I'm going to put a cheat sheet in Leonard's pocket..."

These vicious thoughts are equally innocent and pure, but the education of the school will make the students who have these thoughts understand that these behaviors are wrong, but if they don’t act, the thoughts will not disappear. These suppressed emotions accompany the underage wizards The magic power escapes, and every night when sleeping soundly, it floats along the top of the four-poster bed to the ceiling.

Nelson finally understood why Peeves did so many contradictory things in Dumbledore's files, and he might just be a hand of the students.

Black magic power poured out of Nelson. Although these negative emotions were not strong, they were more than sufficient. At this moment, he seemed to be a silent person who ran away.

But he still insisted on maintaining the magic. Finally, he heard the voice belonging to Peeves himself, and also found the truth about his disappearance and madness.

Peeves is not some ghost, he is everyone at Hogwarts, but he is also himself, a lonely child who has lived in the castle for hundreds of years and never grew up.

"Peves wants to protect his home!"

Standing opposite Peeves was a giant snake covered in bone fragments. It had a single blue eye and contained infinite malice. The giant snake easily squeezed through the sewer, and its body almost as wide as the sewer drained from it. Squeezed out of the mouth, small animals living underground were randomly crushed into powder, a figure in a green robe with the same eyes as a giant snake stood on top of the bone snake, licking his lips with a ferocious smile.

"There are so many sweet and delicious young souls, I am great enough to create an immortal body," he retorted with a tangled face, "No, I am saving my ancestors who are in deep misery."

Peeves stood alone in the swollen sewer, accompanied by only a little basilisk whose skin had been shed several times.

"***, why is there such a **** everywhere?" Nelson gritted his teeth in a coma and murmured, "But I caught you again!"