My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Soon the remaining Slytherin students in the dining room left the long table, and they left in groups of twos and threes, expressing their admiration and concern for Tom.

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn likes Tom the most, besides, nothing happened, right?" Nelson stood up, put the knife and fork he brought into the small box he carried with him, and said with relief.

He sidled around Avery, who was blocking the door, and patted him on the shoulder.

Walking through the corridor of the restaurant, Nelson took out from his pocket a struggling piece of paper that was folded into the shape of a cat's head. He grabbed the paper that was struggling to escape, and walked into an unlocked classroom next to him. , Press the note on the table with your left hand.

"Quickly imprison." Nelson took out his wand from the other pocket, and a glowing red rope sprayed out from the tip of the wand, binding the cat's head tightly.

"This knot really has enough connotations." Speechlessly, he stretched out his magic wand again and pointed at the bound Mao Mao's head, "The spell stops immediately!"

Maomaotou gradually stopped struggling, dismantled itself, and slowly became a note lying flat on the table. Nelson picked up the note, on which was written "become a piece of parchment" in beautiful fonts.

Nelson put the note on the table, and raised his wand to observe carefully. This note was just on the dining table, and was given to Nel by a Gryffindor student. Before opening the note, he still A little confused, he thought it was a prank by someone in the group of little lions. Now that he saw the content, he understood that the special counseling introduced by Dumbledore was already in place.

Transfiguration is different from other spells in that casting different spells will produce specific effects. It has no specific spells to cast, and its entire content is just "turning something into something else", depending on the difficulty of the deformation. The magic power of the caster has different requirements. For example, a first-year student can turn a match into a needle after learning, but it takes an unusually powerful magic power to turn an adult into an animal. But the purpose of practicing transfiguration is not just to make the deformed things bigger and bigger, but the more you go to the depths of transfiguration magic, you will find that the infinite power of this magic is not only about the size of the deformed object, but also about it duration, its sophistication, and its special magic...

The main purpose of making so much preparation is to show that even if Nelson's transfiguration performance is outstanding among the first-year freshmen, he is only better than his classmates who are still deforming matchsticks. He has not yet completed such an advanced transformation—— Turning a small strip of paper a few centimeters long into a standard-sized piece of parchment—that's clearly not the stuff of first-year Transfiguration.

"Let me see, what should I do with you..." Nelson held up his wand, leaned down and approached the note, the note seemed a little scared, if it hadn't been removed from the spell, it might have rolled itself up again Become a cat and slip away with its head.

Nelson lowered his wand, pointed at the note, thinking about the appearance of a piece of parchment, waved it quickly, and a puff of smoke dispersed. On the table was a miniature piece of parchment the size of a small note. The words on it could not be read at all. unclear.

"Unfortunately," Nelson muttered and cast the Restoration Charm, turning the parchment back into a note, and began to think hard again.

Soon, he began to imagine a standard-sized parchment in his mind, from its upper left corner to its lower right corner, and after constructing a complete parchment in his mind, he waved at the note The wand—and then, feeling empty, he slumped onto a chair.

"There is essentially no difference between turning a strip of paper into parchment and turning a matchstick into a needle. They just change in size, but they are still things without magic power and life." Some shrill male voices came from behind Nelson, and he Turning around, he saw a short boy with a robe trimmed with blue silk lace entering the classroom, with a gorgeous badge with the letter P on his chest.

"Senior Flitwick." Nelson recognized him. He is a prefect of Ravenclaw, known as Ravenclaw's best student, and his attainments in spells and defense against the dark arts are far beyond the average Hogg A Woz graduate, even taller than many senior adult wizards, he is a well-deserved and unshakable champion in the dueling club of Hogwarts. It is said that in his year of admission, the Sorting Hat hesitated for several minutes between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor when deciding where the two freshmen would go, and finally sorted him into Ravenclaw, while the other It is Minerva McGonagall, the prefect of Gryffindor.

"Just call me Filius, Nelson." Flitwick walked to Nelson and climbed onto a chair with some difficulty - he was only 1.07 meters tall, but even this figure could not hide his talent , it should be said that with such a body that is inherently different from ordinary people, it seems that his magical attainments are commendable.

"When transforming something that is neither a magical creation nor a living body, you only need to think about its size and material. There is no need to think too carefully or consume too much magic power." Flitwick pointed at the speaker with his wand The table, "because the target of Transfiguration is also an ordinary object that exists in nature." With the wave of Flitwick's wand, the lecture table turned into a wooden pigeon sculpture the same size as an ordinary pigeon.

"Magic power is not just a disordered force that needs to be controlled." Listening to Flitwick's words, Nelson stretched out his wand again and pointed at the note. Flitwick watched Nelson's movements and continued to explain, "Many times, as long as you Lead well and get the most important work done, and the magic will help you get the little, unimportant things done.”

"If you want to turn a piece of parchment, you only need to think about the material and size of the parchment. There is no need to build this piece of paper inch by inch... because it is still just a piece of ordinary parchment... But when If the target or target of the transformation is a magic object or a creature, or even a magical creature, it will take more thought and effort." He changed the subject, jumped off his chair, walked to the podium and tapped the head of the pigeon sculpture sideways with his wand , it turned into a real pigeon, and then hovered over Flitwick's head, Nelson also waved his wand, and the note slowly stretched and deformed, "So Transfiguration is sometimes not as rigorous as other spells. "

Flitwick stood under the pigeon with a little complacency, and just as Nelson was about to praise him, the pigeon saw the timing and flew out from the open classroom door.

"Oh, the desk flew away." Flitwick picked up the rope conjured by Nelson with the binding spell and threw it on the podium, "You conjured this rope with a spell, so even if it's just a The rope, I have to spend a lot of effort to deform it. My magic power is not enough... So at this time, I need to face a trade-off."

"What is the most important content of the final result of our transfiguration?" Flitwick pointed at the rope with his wand, "Now I want to transform into a lecture table. The most important thing about a lecture table is its function, so it needs the shape and size of the table. , and solid..." A lectern gradually took shape on the podium, no different from the one that just flew away.

"You see, this desk works the same. But," he opened the desk drawer, groped inside, and pinched out a thread, "but to save magic, it's still essentially a string .”

"Thank you, Felius." Nelson picked up the deformed parchment on the table and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome." Flitwick nodded at the parchment in Nelson's hand, "I'm not very good at transfiguration, but I can also see that you are very talented in this area. It's already a second grader who has completed such a transformation." Flitwick walked towards the door, looked at Nelson beside him who seemed to have experienced enlightenment, and shrugged at him, "I'm watching in Professor Sykes' office. When it comes to your homework, I think you should come to Ravenclaw, don't you? If you have any insights or confusion about Charms, you can come to me to discuss it at any time. When you reach the second grade, you can also join the dueling club in the school .”

"I'm going to look for the desk, I hope it doesn't fly too far, or it won't be until Monday..." Flitwick stood at the door, took a step back, stared at the door number of the classroom, and said briskly, "Fortunately, I don't go to arithmetic Divination, see you later, Nelson!"

After finishing speaking, he left the classroom, bounced and walked away without looking back.

"See you, Senior Filius." Nelson grabbed the parchment, stood in the corridor and waved at Flitwick, his bouncing back became even more excited.

...

When he came to the edge of the Black Lake, Nelson saw a tabby cat with similar eye patterns squatting on a smooth tree stump more than one meter high. Squatting under the tree stump as if in a meeting, Nelson noticed that his homeless English short with a question mark on his face was crouching under the tree stump, jumping up to the top of the stump and sliding down again and again. Looking at it with disgust like a fool, the tabby cat on the top of the stump looked at the question mark with the same eyes as Nelson.

"Nelson Williams: I'll be waiting for you at the stump by the Black Lake at ten o'clock in the morning. - Minerva McGonagall"

Nelson took out the parchment and confirmed the contents on it.

"Hello, senior." Nelson walked up to the tree stump and greeted the tabby cat. Feeling his footsteps, the group of cats gathered under the tree stump avoided one after another. Only the question mark stared dissatisfiedly because the game was interrupted. He glanced.

The tabby cat noticed Nelson early on, and jumped high from the tree stump the moment he spoke. As the air and sunlight twisted slightly, a girl in a robe landed deftly next to Nelson.

Nelson looked at the girl, and she was also observing Nelson. She stood still on the ground and nodded slightly. Although Minerva McGonagall was petite, she held her head high and held her chest high, looking straight at Nelson. The school uniform robe looked very straight on her body. There was no extra decoration on the robe, only an old silver piece with patterns and smoothed on it hung around her neck. Cross necklace, she has long golden hair that is smooth and spreads to the back. The long hair is slightly rippling in the lake wind, like the ripples on the surface of the black lake.

"Hello, Nelson. Very well, you're not late."