My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"My master, what are you doing here this time?" Haierbo knelt on the ground, raised his upper body, rubbed his hands obsequiously, and asked, "Is there any unsolvable problem that needs your servant's help? "

"Not at all."

Nelson made a perfunctory sentence and didn't speak again.

"What can trouble my great master?" Haierbo looked around, saw the box in Nelson's hand, and asked with a wink, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh," Nelson said casually, "this is a small animal I just caught, do you recognize it?"

He opened the box in his hand, revealing the green spiny cocoon hidden in the birdcage.

"This is..." Haierbo squinted his eyes and looked at the green cocoon. He crawled back a few steps and asked in surprise, "Master? This is... the Winged Demon?"

"That's right," Nelson picked up the birdcage and shook it. The Winged Demon's cocoon opened, and the pattern on the green butterfly's wings looked like a hideous human face. It saw Haierbo's remnant soul, and its body trembled violently Get up, spread your wings as hard as you can, and hit Haierbo desperately.

Haierbo shrank his eyes when he saw this manic winged demon, and took two steps back without showing any signs.

"Come closer, I'll do an experiment." Nelson bent down, looked at Haierpo who was approaching tremblingly, and moved the birdcage containing the crooked demon close to the cage wall, greedily Looking at Haierbo, he opened his mouth wide, with drops of purple-red and green-glowing liquid dripping from his sharp teeth.

These liquids slid down the fence of the birdcage and fell onto the ground paved with white mist. Soon, the white ground was eroded into several small black pits. There was a sizzling sound on the pit walls, which could be faintly heard. With the sound of howling, Nelson jumped off the throne and squatted by the small pit to observe carefully. Under his gaze, small white figures entangled with each other, scrambling to climb up the pit wall, but they were touching each other again. The instant the venom melted, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke and floated up—these villains were the memory and reason left by the wandering souls who were dying in the illusion.

"So..." Nelson rubbed his chin and said to himself, "It seems that experts on magical beasts may not know all the magical animals, maybe because they didn't have the opportunity to come here-it seems that the Winged Demon's Venom doesn't just target memory."

"Master, where... did you get this guy?" Haierbo stood aside tremblingly, his eyes showing fear from the bottom of his heart.

"It's right next door to you," Nelson stared at Hai Erbo's face and asked word by word, "Hai Erbo, speaking of which, I have a question for you."

"You say."

"Did this creature bother you when you were a wizard?"

"No, Master," Haierbo shook his head, "Even though it was quite a rare pet in my time, it is only the pet of a powerful wizard."

"But you..." Nelson threw the Winged Demon with its birdcage on Haierbo's body abruptly, watching the excited Winged Demon try to bite Haierbo's remnant soul through the birdcage with red eyes, but was killed by the venom. Haierbo, who was soaked in the water, cried and rolled on the spot. Nelson carefully observed the sharp teeth and the long and thin protruding mouthparts of the Winged Demon, and observed the whole process of it spewing venom, and let Haierbo howl on the ground. After a while, he got up to take back the birdcage, and continued, "But why are you afraid of such a small pet now? Because you are just a humble remnant soul?"

"Master...Master," Haierbo panted heavily, but still tried to respond, "The Winged Demon is a very mysterious and rare magical animal. Its secretion can concoct a medicine to eliminate bad memories. Potions, I think... I think you know it, but more than half of a wizard's soul is memory, so the damage it does to the soul is huge. The curled-winged demon I have seen can only live in this world. I never thought that it... ...It has such a powerful lethality in this kind of place!"

"It seems that it likes the soul more than the brain. Is it because the soul is mostly hidden in the brain?" Nelson knelt down, poked Haierbo's wound eroded by the venom, and asked, "Then this kind of damage How do I need to recover? You know, I am also very sad to see you like this."

"My merciful master, don't—"

"Tell me!" Nelson put the birdcage by his feet, and the Winged Demon became excited again when he saw the food.

"You yourself have suffered a lot, but you want to use me as an experiment?" Haierbo rolled his eyes and understood the reason for his suffering. He secretly scolded this unreliable "master" in his heart, but said flatteringly, " Common spells for healing soul and memory wounds are 'spiritual restoration' or 'spiritual dormancy', the latter require other wizards to cast on the wounded, but they are too slow to work, there is an ancient spell for this kind of soul and memory The situation of being severely traumatized is called "Spirit Snake Soul Slough", you can read the book I gave you, it's on page three hundred and forty-five."

Nelson rummaged through his pockets, took out a lead box, and took out the book of spells that was so green that he panicked.

"Because it's an ancient spell, it uses the characteristics of snakes, and has some Parseltongue, so it's a bit difficult to pronounce." Haierbo cleared his throat, clenched his teeth, hissing, mixed with a string of obscure words. After finishing speaking, his eyes drifted to Nelson's pocket, and he said, "Master, since you can bring your wand in, why don't you let your humble servant cast it for you..."

"No need," Nelson took out his wand, Haierpo's eyes were also floating around with the wand, and there was a longing light in his eyes, he confirmed, "Are you sure this is true? Seriously, I have already Tired of your petty thoughts."

"I'm sure!" Haierbo swallowed the non-existent saliva and said, "You can experiment with me."

"Really? Is that what he meant by Parseltongue?" Nelson picked up the double-sided mirror that was set aside, turned his back and asked softly, holding it to his ear again.

"That's what it means," Tom's voice came from the mirror, "but I don't suggest you try this magic, because the spell does not necessarily represent the effect of the spell, and the deepest malice is often hidden between the most inconspicuous words."

"I hope you can be worthy of my trust." Nelson bent down, facing the ground that had just been eroded by venom, waving his wand and casting a spell.

I only saw white silk threads that looked like hyphae protruding from the wall of the cave. They climbed into the cave as if they were spiritual, layer by layer, layer by layer, and finally completely covered the small hole on the ground, and a The flat ground to start with is the same.

He acted like a cat and a tiger on Haierbo, and Haierbo's wound healed successfully.

"You've earned yourself some respect." Nelson nodded with satisfaction, closed the box with the book in his arms, hugged the two-way mirror, and disappeared in place.

...

"You can't try this dark wizard's spell!" Tom persuaded fiercely as soon as he returned to the room.

"Of course I won't try it. I even want to use the venom of the Winged Demon to make me forget this spell." Nelson set up the mirror, closed Hai Erbo's green book in a lead box and sealed it carefully. After finishing this, he was happy Whistle softly, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"..." Tom held his forehead and watched Nelson busy, until he took out the birdcage containing the crooked demon and put it on the table, before he asked, "Then why did you ask him about the spell?"

"I want him to feel that I used this spell," Nelson took out a candy and put it in his mouth, lay on the bed, opened his collar, and looked left and right at his neck, "Although there is no evidence, I It feels like this old guy is stalking me."

"How?" Tom asked curiously.

"He has overwhelmed me many times. If it wasn't for my luck, he might have used my body to resurrect his soul."

"Hiss... is this the world outside the school? It's scary." Tom took a breath and asked worriedly, "Then what about your injuries?"

"Actually, I have observed it carefully just now," Nelson raised his eyebrows, and said proudly, "There are only two important points about those things just now. First, when the Winged Demon attacked Hai Erbo, he could clearly see its attack method. This thing was done successfully, I found its mouthparts and sharp teeth, I think it should not have attacked me with these weapons on weekdays, otherwise I should have obvious scars on my body."

"so what?"

"So that means it can only affect me surreptitiously with venom, but it's harmless - I presume it's long ago sneaked into Misty with my mist of mist, and poisons me every time I enter the environment, which is A chronic poison," Nelson finished his observation, straightened his collar, and said, "The diluted venom can even be used as a potion, so the damage should not be too great. I will write to Senior Newt later, With some drugs it should clear up the effects pretty quickly."

"And," Nelson added, looking at Tom who hesitated to speak, "do you think I'm normal again? This time I caught the Winged Demon before it spread the poison, and I feel like my IQ is back!"

"I still have reservations." Tom pouted, and then asked suddenly, "What was the name of my previous owl?"

"Bar-headed partridge, what's the matter?" Nelson smiled, "You don't think I'll even forget this, do you? Or do you think Hai Erbo has taken my body?"

"It's a bar-headed owl, Gnar, you still haven't remembered the word, but I can be sure it's you just by the word," Tom said, spreading his hands, "Go on to your second thing .”

"The second thing is to let Hai Erbo think that I am eager to cure my brain damage." Nelson showed a sinister smile, "When he wants to use this thing to fuck me next time, I will give him one." Remember hard."

"What are you trying to do? You might as well kill him directly." Tom frowned and said, "I think the way you bully him can be called a dark wizard, is that reasonable? It's not reasonable. "

"No way? You won't sympathize with him?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and said, "He's a bastard who has committed all kinds of crimes, and he has done countless crimes, you know? He wants to use the purgatory of war to resurrect—— I don't dare to show a little weakness or kindness, this may become a breakthrough for him to use."

"It's true," Tom thought for a while, and he convinced himself, "and he still has a Horcrux, and you can't give him a good time."

"That's right," Nelson thought deeply. He sat on a chair and stared at the sleeping Winged Demon, poked the spikes protruding from the cocoon, and sighed, "Now that I think about it, the influence of the Winged Demon on me is still Pretty big."

"What?" asked Tom worriedly.

"Maybe I'm a Gryffindor at heart, and my caution and restraint seem to come more from my own experience. When it's hard for me to remember the lessons in my mind at the first time, I'm always prone to do some reckless things. "

"You don't look like a reckless guy."

"Do you dare to imagine? On a Muggle cruise ship, a wizard who was imprisoned asked for peace, and the saints were summoned... single-handedly rushed into the blurred illusion to fight Hai Erbo's intact Horcrux, and was almost killed. Get rid of it, can you think that these are things I can do?" Nelson sat by the bed, counting his absurd actions over the past year, "Seriously, if I hadn't been really lucky, I might have died a long time ago. died."

"Luck is also a part of strength." Tom comforted, "Besides, you didn't die, did you?"

"You didn't say that before," Nelson said with a smile. "I still remember when I was in the orphanage, I once had a fight with the bad boy from the next block. You collected a lot of their black material."

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Tom waved his hand.

"Okay," Nelson smiled, changed the topic, and asked, "Did you meet your father when you went to France this time?"

"The man also named Tom Riddle?" Tom asked back.

As soon as Nelson heard the name, he knew that Tom's journey to find relatives was half over. He smacked his lips and asked, "Isn't it easy to talk?"

"In the conversation just now, the philistine guy's central idea from beginning to end was: I'm rich," Tom said disdainfully, "What do I want those pounds for? What's the use? Gringotts even needs exchange quotas every year." , I can take a lamp out of the Chamber of Secrets and sell it for more than that pile of Muggle junk, let alone the door knocker when I get it..."

Tom snapped shut, and Nelson caught the blind spot and pressed, "What knocker?"

"It's nothing." Tom snorted twice, took out a photo from his pocket and held it up to the mirror, and said, "But he also has a daughter, who should be my sister. Looking at this photo, do you think she... ..."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in the mirror. Compared with the missing persons notice he saw in Hangleton, the girl in this photo was bigger, clearer and more familiar. After a while, The lock of hair on top of his head bends slowly:

"Christian? It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"