My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The ocean has a roaring look, but sometimes it also has a gentle look.

For travelers who are exhausted by boats and cars, throwing bread crumbs on the rippling sea and teasing the seagulls who are close to humans is undoubtedly a relaxing leisure. This scene makes Nelson seem to return to when he left home on the Icarus , The leisurely time of getting to know those Jacks on the sea.

Although the tranquility will always be broken quickly, for Nelson, this is undoubtedly a rare leisure vacation in his short life.

He was wearing a British-style attire, lying on a deck chair in front of the upper deck, and there were lively water splashes on the sea broken by the cruise ship. From time to time, a few drops splashed on the ship and fell on his clothes and face. The salty fishy smell is like fresh clams that have been peeled off their shells, adjusting the bitter taste in his mouth.

Tom held a wine bottle full of pumpkin juice in his hand, and leaned against the railing of the bow, holding a brass telescope and looking into the distance.

"This is the high seas, Tom." Nelson put a copy of "The Quibbler" on his head, which Muggles saw as an outdated "The Times", and said in a low voice, "Hogwarts school rules can't control you, And America has repealed Prohibition a long time ago.”

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Gnar," Tom said without turning his head, "You know I'm a heavy drinker, there must be hundreds of small silver balls that can record video watching here. "

"Your imagination is really rich." Nelson curled his lips. "Have you seen the ship we are looking for? According to the current and wind direction, we will encounter it in the next few days."

"No," Tom took the binoculars off his face and threw them at Nelson. "Look for yourself. There's nothing there. It's cleaner than my uncle's wallet."

The newspaper on Nelson's face was still covered, but he stretched out his hand and caught the telescope. He straightened up on the armrest of the recliner, and held the telescope up for a closer look. The sea outside still appeared in front of him—waves mixed with foam and plankton, and delicate fish scales gleaming in the sun. Except for humans, there were almost everything in the picture.

He lightly turned the knob on the telescope, and the situation in all directions appeared in the telescope, and the situation in all directions appeared in the telescope, but they had been on this ship for several days, but what Professor Binns said The ship didn't even appear, and he couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of Professor Binns' information. After all, if he couldn't touch it again, the ship would go to Europe.

"Take it as a vacation." Nelson put down the binoculars, continued to lie back on the recliner, and covered his face with a newspaper, "It's not in a hurry anyway."

There was the sound of bottles clinking as Tom moved away from the rail and approached Nelson.

"I want butter beer, please."

"Okay," after a burst of bubbles, a bottle of cool drink was handed to Nelson, Tom asked curiously, "Why are you not in a hurry, aren't you afraid of the situation like Second Salem happening again?" ?"

"Helbo loved a loyal slave the most during his lifetime. He had a premonition that he would be defeated by the wizards, but he was reluctant to part with the slave's loyalty."

Nelson didn't answer Tom's question. Instead, he slowly told the story in the tone of Professor Binns' lecture. Tom's drowsiness came to mind reflexively. He leaned on the parasol, yawned, and said, "I didn't expect him to have such a human side."

"What did you say?" Nelson straightened up, the newspaper slipped from his face, he gave Tom a strange look, and continued, "Helbo is not willing to part with that slave's loyalty, and he decided to give that slave greater loyalty." ——If you go to the restricted area of ​​the school library, you can find a book called "Deranged Dark Wizard: Beware of Black Magic!" This is also the only recorded Horcrux, but people only knew this part of the past before that.”

"Did he give his Horcrux to that loyal slave?"

"What are you thinking?" Nelson said, giving Tom another strange look. "He made that slave into a Horcrux."

"What?!"

"You should be familiar with the Infernal Corpse, just like those things in Knockturn Alley, the loyal slave was made into an Infernal Corpse, and Haierpo hid a piece of his soul in his body—these are Bin The results of Professor Si's research."

"Oh...it's really unimaginable. The reward for the loyal is to be made into a ghost?" Tom shook his head and took a breath, "I'm afraid there is some kind of grudge."

"How can we understand the mind of that dark wizard?" Nelson picked up the butter beer in his hand, took a sip, and moistened his somewhat dry throat, "He claimed that he gave eternal life to loyal slaves, but in fact Locking a poor soul in a rotting, but ever-moving corpse, Helbo casts an indelible curse on the slave--he will run forever, until the day the world falls."

"In this way Haierbo's Horcrux will not be discovered by others?"

"I think Hai Erbo thinks the same way," Nelson nodded, "This guy carrying his soul fragments started running for thousands of years, and even ran to India at one point, but during the time when Hogwarts was established Because of the turmoil caused by the Dementor Rebellion, many outstanding wizards in the world united to cut the connection between the Misty Illusion and the real world, so that from now on, except for the real dead, few people can set foot in that pure white land , The blockade took hundreds of years to strengthen, so after the poet Dante, the imagination of the Misty Illusion as the underworld has completely become absurd and strange talk."

"The Divine Comedy?"

"Well, on the day this book was completed, the path between fantasy and reality was completely blocked, making the land of the dead completely a legend," Nelson took out of his pocket a note that Binns gave him along with the note, these few days He has been watching on the boat all day. In order to find out whether Nelson's connection with the illusion will bring him into danger, Professor Binns has conducted a detailed study on the legend of the illusion, "I only figured it out in the past few days. After the blockade, Haierbo, who was wandering in the land of life and death as a hub, fell into complete silence, and the horcruxes connected to him that were lost in the present world lacked magical supplements and lost many of their original powers, including the one who would never die. A slave that would stop running."

"Is he dead?"

"No, he didn't die, he quickly decayed and dried up in India, and turned into a thin, sculpture-like mummy, but because there was always a vague heartbeat in his chest, he was killed by an unknown sect It was enshrined as the golden body left by an eminent monk after his death, but how could Haierbo's Horcrux be controlled by a group of mortals? Almost none of the people who had contact with him had any good results. He kept changing hands in the hands of Indian dignitaries , while causing tragedies one by one, added a terrifying legend—a sculpture whose seat is unknown."

"Is it on a boat?"

"Yes, in 1696, a pirate ship chartered by Elizabeth I set out from New York Harbor to the Indian Ocean to be responsible for the defense of the East India Company. Captain William Kidd was an arrogant wizard. This infernal corpse turned into a statue was found in the collection room of a Brahmin wizard's home, by the way, Indian wizards are basically Brahmins."

Nelson flipped through Professor Binns' notebook and showed Tom the pictures and related reports on it.

"William thought this might be a dark wizard's attempt to resurrect, because he was ignorant, didn't listen to the history of magic class well, and mistakenly identified the Ouroboros mark on the forehead of the statue as a resurrection of some kind of religion. Coincidentally, several people died in the family of the Brahman wizard at that time, and they were eager to get rid of this hot potato, so the two quickly reached a deal. William believed that the black magic contained in the statue was full of destructive power, so he exchanged the ram on the boat for This dreadful statue, which, it is hoped, will make his ship the Adventure Galley invincible in naval battle."

"Oh, he's really bold." Tom took the notes Nelson handed him, and began to leaf through them.

"Yeah, like the despicable Haierbo, he has a not-so-famous nickname called William the Arrogant." Nelson nodded, "I'm not sure if it's affected by the Horcrux, this ship hasn't been in battle for a few days. There were many major damages in the first time, and the combat personnel suffered repeated casualties, so William had to snatch a French merchant ship and return to England."

"I read reports that William Kidd was hanged by Muggles? Is that reasonable?"

"Of course it's unreasonable. It was his first mate who was hanged. William was infected with a disease that he liked to run, and even had to run while eating and sleeping. He passed away under torture. The death condition was almost exactly the same as that corpse. .”

"Hiss... is it a curse?" Tom turned to a disgusting picture and quickly turned to the next page.

"Probably so, but he has been cremated by St. Mungo on the grounds of avoiding infection, so we don't know what kind of curse he received, and whether he came from Haierbo," Nelson concluded. The abandoned pirate ship was originally safely parked in the Indian dock, but it suddenly disappeared on the day of his death. Since then, there have been many records of people witnessing the unmanned adventure galley on the sea. Like a ghost ship in a pirate novel, it is constantly wandering in the sea. I speculate that Haierbo's curse on the slaves spread to the hull, and there are many magical objects on board to provide nutrients for it, and finally it becomes a tireless ship. A ghostly pirate ship that only knows how to run."

"I see..." Tom suddenly realized, "But if this is the case, shouldn't it be in the Indian Ocean?"

"Good question, Tom." Nelson lay down again and covered his face with a newspaper, "it may be because it is relatively free and sails around the world every year. According to the previous sighting records, it should be sailing in the Atlantic Ocean this season. "

"Empiricism...does it work? If it's really that free."

"Of course it's unreliable, Tom, I just said that casually," Nelson smiled from under the newspaper, "It's mainly because the Knights of the Garter detected an outbreak of black magic in the Horcruxes in the Pacific Ocean."

"You're kidding me!" Tom approached quickly, pressed the newspaper firmly, and kept knocking on Nelson with the bottle in his hand, "Are you happy! Are you happy! Are you happy!"

Suddenly, a red figure rushed out of the cabin, jumped up and kicked, and touched Tom's thigh, but Tom was unmoved, and Adele was bounced to the deck instead.

Tom quickly let go of Nelson, went to check on Adele, helped her up from the ground, and rubbed her hair with a smile, "We're just kidding."

Adele smiled awkwardly and ran away quickly.

"Such a sweet child," Tom smiled, and surreptitiously filled Nelson's glass with a wand in his sleeve. "She's protecting you."

"She is at the age that needs to be protected." Nelson picked up the bottle and drank it down. "Isn't we cleaning up these annoying Horcruxes to prevent them from suffering the same suffering?"

"But who protects you at the age when you need to be protected?" Tom gagged his mouth with a bottle and poured "tons and tons" of pumpkin juice without saying a word. When half of the bottle was down, he wiped his mouth. He sighed, "Professor Binns was able to find clues for a sculpture from so many years of reports and records."

"Yes, the Knights of the Garter squatted on the ocean to detect the characteristics of the Horcrux under his early warning. If he didn't have this discovery and conjecture, and let it float on the huge ocean, we would probably miss it directly. The last battle," Nelson nodded approvingly, "history is the most precious legacy of time, we should remember and cherish them."

...

"We should remember all history, good or bad."

Norton II threw his cane aside and stood on one leg among the lined kneeling statues, as if in a cemetery full of tombs, looking at the familiar face in front of him and the tall postman standing upright in front of him Statue, he shed tears of regret - since when did he let go of it? Seeing his home country slipping into the abyss so quickly, he felt a wave of fear and even palpitations.

"Your Majesty, the sun is setting." The subordinate looked at Norton II, who hadn't rested much for a week, and wanted to put some clothes on him. "You must have a good rest. You are the only one left in the Magical Congress of America."

"There are vacancies there, and there will always be someone to fill them." Norton II shook his head, "But what we need to do most now is to let those who occupy those positions not follow the old path of their predecessors, our children cannot be ruined. In our own hands."

The representatives of all nations had already left with what they wanted, and all that was left here were ironic statues, a frail, one-legged His Majesty the Emperor, and a field of chicken feathers.