My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "You can call me Minerva," McGonagall raised his chin and picked Nelson. "Are you ready? Nelson."

　　Nelson nodded, he felt that McGonagall was a proud, stern and difficult person

"To be honest, I don't want to help Slytherin coach anything. Slytherin has no bottom line in competitive sports. Except for the Prince Gobstone, who plays well, everyone else wants to make a lot of money even in the next wizarding game... This is too much. I am eager to compete, but I don't know that this kind of victory is contrary to the glory you have been preaching." She walked around Nelson and looked at him.

　　 Nelson raised his eyebrows. He was a little unhappy. The opening remarks made it hard to make a good impression. McGonagall seemed to be a sharp woman, and he didn't like the feeling of being observed from head to toe.

"But—" she didn't seem to see Nelson's expression, and her conversation turned, "I have to admit that this belief in victory applies to transfiguration, and it fits extremely well... When transfiguration, lack of determination can easily lead to magic. Make mistakes, perform crappy magic, and even cause accidents."

"And I often call myself a person whom Ravenclaw sees. I should also understand that individual behavior should not be used to collectively refer to the whole, and the connotation of the whole cannot be used to arbitrarily define an individual." McGonagall used her. Amber eyes stared at Nelson tightly, and he said to himself, then looked away, took out his magic wand, and lightly knocked on the wooden stake that was standing just now. Several pieces of bark fell off. Everything I understand is treated equally. This is something I understood in the second grade. I hope you can understand... Come on, Nelson, make it something you want to change... In fact, it’s good to be able to make parchment, but it’s still Let me see your polymorphism."

　　 Nelson pulled out her wand and looked at Nelson's fourteen-inch wand. She opened her eyes slightly and said conclusively, "You will grow taller, Nelson."

　　 Nelson felt thorns on his back under McGonagall's sharp eyes. He waved his wand cautiously, imagining the appearance of a lectern in his mind.

　　 "The wrist is stable, but not flexible enough... the force of waving the wand seems to be too strong"

　　 "Well, black walnut and..." McGonagall pointed at another piece of bark under her feet with her magic wand, and it flew slowly into her hand, turning into a small notebook during the flight.

　　 "Dragon's heartstring." Nelson said to the side. Unlike the scene where the rope under Flitwick's wand suddenly turned into a table just now, the small piece of bark that Nelson pointed at was slowly stretched and twisted.

　　 "Wooden, a somewhat black desk because it has been used for some years." Nelson thought to himself, the texture and color of the bark changed.

　　 He tried his best to think about the size of a lecture table, the bark of the bark gradually filled with the look of the desk in his mind, and continued to stretch and grow.

"Okay, the heartstrings of the dragon." She wrote something in the notebook, "It was deformed with a small piece of bark... well, a table, a desk." She witnessed a school desk in the Black Lake The edge continues to take shape, and finally stands on the grass.

She walked forward and knocked on the desk with her hands. "The texture is okay." She knocked and wrote, and put her hand in the drawer. After a while, she stretched out, "There is still some roughness of bark inside, but Very good."

　　 She put the book in her pocket and walked to Nelson, "Today our content is mainly to correct some of your wrong spellcasting movements and spellcasting habits."

　　 Waved the magic wand, the bark scattered on the ground flew in front of them, neatly arranged on the grass under their feet.

　　 "Try this action with me first..."

　　 "Your actions like this are wrong. When performing the transformation technique, the state of the person should be physically relaxed and mentally focused, so that efficient and accurate transformation can be performed..."

　　...

As the sun climbs to the highest point, McGonagall’s tutoring has come to an end. Nelson has mastered the deformation of non-magical non-living bodies that are not limited to size, material, and shape. He is very comfortable with this basic deformation. The action of the mantra is simple and efficient, and the result of the deformation is in line with expectations.

"Most people need a lot of preparation and practice to get started with Transfiguration. Unlike you, you are very spiritual, you can get acquainted with a single point, and you can become very proficient." McGonagall praised, she seemed to have a sense of Slytherin. Deeply prejudiced, he added, "You are not like a Slytherin at all."

"Does a person's life depend on a hat? Sister Minerva?" Nelson finally couldn't help it. He put away his wand, looked directly at McGonagall and asked, "I don't know why I was divided. Go to Slytherin, but am I going to play chess when I get to Slytherin?"

　　"..."

Neither of them spoke. McGonagall just took out the notebook and lowered his head to write on the notebook. This is the hottest time of the day. Even the British who do not see the sun all the year round would not choose this time to go out and wander around. There are only students wandering in twos and threes on the edge of the lake, and they are far apart from each other. Under this closed and broad sky, you can only hear the sound of the waves of the Black Lake and the "sand" of the friction between the Mag's pen and the paper. Sound... The air was embarrassed because of this, and Nelson began to think about what to say.

　　 "Sorry, Nelson." McGonagall broke the calm first, "I—"

　　 She interrupted her again, and she spoke again after a moment of silence.

"A hat really does not determine our life," she tore a piece of paper full of words from her notebook and handed it to Nelson. "The books I listed are all for you to read, some of which you will read later. Some of the textbooks used are not; most of them can be borrowed from the library. There are a few books you may need to ask for help from the Lihen Bookstore or the teacher’s private collection. As for the books on the back, please try to find them. ."

"Actually, the magic that I am most uncomfortable with is divination. I think it is just a mystery. Nothing can determine what hasn't happened yet," she repeated her words, as if to convince herself, "Nothing can decide to return. Something that didn't happen."

"Nothing can decide what hasn't happened yet!" She emphasized her tone, and seemed to have successfully convinced herself, "Nelson, you need to read and study carefully in the book list I gave you, and I will use it in subsequent courses. I will inform you in the same way as today."

"Dumbledore has a lot of other things to be busy with. Although he is very optimistic about you, he can't coach you alone. So as you know, this job is handed over to me-now I am pregnant like him. Thoughts." McGonagall said seriously, "If all goes well, I hope you can start our final study before I graduate, hoping to master the same transformation ability as mine, Nelson, do you know what it is?"

　　 "It's Animagus." Nelson was a little excited, he was full of curiosity about the almost deepest magic of completely becoming another animal, and he was also full of admiration for this open-minded senior.

　　 "That's right." McGonagall looked at Nelson's eyes with admiration and scrutiny, "I think we can do it."

"Go to dinner! There will be training in the afternoon, and we will see you next time." McGonagall waved his magic wand, and all the "teaching aids" used for practice before turned back to bark. The cut stump soon became the same as it was at the beginning.

　　 She lifted her right hand, and the flying broom leaning on the tree stump flew into her hand. She stepped up and kicked off.

　　 "But a magic wand can determine the future of two people..." When she left, she seemed to think of something, suddenly became sad and sad, and muttered to herself softly.

　　 "I may know how this tree became a stump." Nelson put his right hand on his forehead to cover the sun, and looked up at McGonagall's fast flying back. A shadow of long hair and robes flying in the air was reflected on the surface of the lake where the black lake occasionally picked up autumn waves, and flew towards the hot sun.

　　 Nelson folded the book list carefully and stuffed it into the pocket inside the robe.

　　 found a tidy lawn that was sunny, and sat down.

　　 "Wow!" Nelson jumped up suddenly. There was a stone hidden in the grass. He rubbed his **** and picked it up. He took out his wand and pointed it lightly. The stone immediately turned into a bamboo pillow. "Sweep the whirlwind!" After clearing all the things hidden on the grass, he threw the pillow to the ground, slowly lay down, resting on the pillow, raising his hand, and letting the noon sun shine through his fingers. , UU Reading www.uukanshu.com listening to the sound of the breeze blowing across the grass, the exhaustion from swimming in the early hours of the night last night suddenly came, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

　　...

　　 "Nal, why are you here?" Nelson was awakened by a sound, "I have been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to have a hobby of sleeping on the grass."

　　 He opened his eyes, and there was a warm orange in front of them. He rubbed his eyes. Tom stood beside him, bent over and looked at him, the sun was already set. He stretched out his hand, and Tom stretched out his hand to pull him up.

　　 stood up and slowed down for a while, Nelson stamped his foot and looked in the direction of the castle.

　　 "Don't look, there is no food right now." Tom took out two boxes, "Roasted quail and small tomatoes, make do with some, you can go to Hufflepuff's kitchen later to get something to eat."

　　Nelson looked at him.

　　 "Don't worry, I have nothing to do, after all, I am Riddle—" Tom looked at Nelson proudly with his nostrils.

"I know Professor Slughorn won't do anything to you." Nelson waved his hand and interrupted his chanting. "I'm just curious how you can find this vegetable exactly in every meal." He pointed out. Holding one of the lunch boxes.

　　 "This is fruit," Tom said excitedly. "If you'surrendered' like this this morning, they should have all fallen to Lord Riddle's feet."

　　 "Everyone admires you very much."

　　 "Of course, but to be honest, helping a group of stupid people to bear the blame makes me feel sick, even if I understand that it can gain loyalty."

　　 "Tom, no one is a fool."

　　 "At least those Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are stupid."

　　 "That Sprout from Hufflepuff has memorized the entire "Encyclopedia of Magic Herbs", can you?"

　　 "Uh, I'm just not interested in herbalism..."