My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The lost fog surged, and stretched out countless hands, big and small, to drag the woman into it. Nelson followed and watched all this with cold eyes. The lost fog has the effect of eroding memory. Under the erosion of their army, the woman's body The long skirt she wore disappeared as if dissolving, revealing a green body underneath that was uneven but covered with tree textures.

Her hypocritical appearance was torn off bit by bit, her face, eyes, skin, hands and feet... the human part was crazily devoured by the fog that feeds on memory, without even a second chance to wail, it instantly turned into A piece of rotten, dry wood.

"It really is a dryad."

Nelson shook his head, walked forward, and was about to reach out to touch it, but saw the tree stump in front of him suddenly grow taller, and soon covered the sky, and the left and right sides could not see the end, as if the same face extended infinitely to both sides. Shen's walls, surrounded Nelson.

He turned his head in amazement, but found that far behind him, a thick and long wooden Great Wall was silently looking at him.

"Interesting..." Nelson nodded, looking at the scene in front of him with interest. This was the third person he had ever seen who could change the environment in the illusion. "Maybe I haven't escaped the illusion of the dryad yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to him, a light-colored wooden door suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a round door knocker carved with an eagle's head hanging on the wooden door. Besides, it looked like a doorknob. There is nothing like that, just appearing there naked.

Nelson took a step forward, grabbed the knocker, and was about to knock—

The door opened.

"Are you one step ahead of me?" Nelson shook his head, with a smile on his face, and stepped into the door.

"There are two kinds of people in the world..."

A dreamlike voice echoed in Nelson's ears.

Different from all the pure white in the Misty Illusion, the space inside the door is no different from the outside world. Although I don’t know why the room behind a wooden wall is covered with black stone bricks from Hogwarts, Nelson has already made a fuss about this strange pair. We were surprised by the scenery.

Wrapped in black bricks is a not-so-big room. A thick white candle is burning on the chandelier above the head. The flame lights up the whole room through the refraction of many crystals. Nelson looks around. The structure here Somewhat like the office of Professor Sykes he had been to.

Opposite him, the woman who had just been gnawed into pieces by the mist a few minutes ago was sitting at the table, holding a silver quill pen, writing seriously at the desk, a straight and slender magic wand inlaid with a silver hoop was placed casually. At hand, Nelson stood quietly behind her. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the "rustling" sound of the pen nib sliding across the parchment.

After writing a paragraph, she inserted the quill pen into the ink bottle in front of her, shook her hand, picked up the pen that had just been filled with ink, and continued to write on the parchment.

"They all have limited knowledge. The first kind of people think they are all-knowing and omnipotent, but in the end they become truly ignorant. The other kind of people know that their knowledge is limited, but they are more actively seeking..."

She wrote while speaking, the sentence when she entered the door should be what she wrote on the paper before.

"Nelson Wertling Williams." She picked up the silk scarf on the side, covered the nib to absorb the ink, then carefully inserted the pen into the pen holder in front of her, sat up straight without looking back asked, "What kind of person do you think you are?"

Nelson frowned. He didn't tell the dryad his name. He didn't think anyone could guess his full name just by calling "Nal" a few times.

"Sit whatever you want, I should have quite a few chairs here." The woman ordered in a casual tone, "If you don't have one, you can change it yourself. I remember that your transfiguration technique should be quite good."

Nelson stood there without saying a word, and the time passed by, and the woman at the desk was still busy clearing the table, as if she didn't care about his answer.

"And what about those who have no knowledge?"

Nelson didn't answer her question, nor did he sit down as she said, but just stood there, watching her silently, and after a while, he asked back.

"A person without knowledge?" The woman turned around and looked at Nelson calmly. On her forehead, a delicate crown inlaid with gemstones was shining with dazzling brilliance, making Nelson's eyes unconsciously look at it. move.

Soon, he concentrated and looked at the woman's face. Although he didn't understand what happened, he knew in his heart that this woman who seemed to have not changed at all was quite different from just now, and the top that belonged to Ravenclaw The crown is exuding an intoxicating and alluring magic at this moment.

"Very well, it seems that you haven't been seduced by it for too long. This at least proves that you are a person with some foresight," the woman quietly maintained the movement of turning her head while sitting on the chair, waiting for Nelson to calm down. Their eyes met again, she nodded lightly, and answered Nelson's question, "That's not a human being, what's the difference between a man without knowledge and a beast?"

"What's the difference between it and a beast?" Nelson shook his head, with a faint guess in his heart, and retorted, "Some people are born without the opportunity to receive education, could it be—"

"You're so wrong," the woman waved her hand, and finally made a different gesture. She stared into Nelson's eyes, a pair of black eyes with a faint silver light shining, "many people will have educational experience and knowledge, but this idea is obviously very wrong."

She shook his head, and Nelson could only feel his surroundings spinning rapidly, and then he found himself sitting in a chair that looked like it was made of planks that had just been cut from a tree. Smelling the aroma of tree sap, the black-haired woman wearing a crown was sitting across from him at a desk, and she was resting her chin with her hands crossed, staring at Nelson like Dumbledore.

"I know what you're thinking, a poor farmer, his child may not even know the alphabet, and ordinary people always feel that he has no commendable knowledge," she said, blinking, "but maybe in this child When he was babbling, his father was teaching him how to loosen the soil with less effort, how to distinguish good and bad seeds more accurately, how to judge the weather from the clouds, and how to designate planting plans according to the calendar—he may spend his whole life. He is a farmer, but do you dare to say that you have a deeper understanding of planting knowledge than him? Except for the born ignorant, a tree has knowledge it can grasp."

Nelson really wanted to say "I dare say", he had read a lot of books on agriculture, but realized that raising an argument didn't seem to be a good choice at this time, so he swallowed the words silently.

"You actually want to say 'I dare to say'? Haha," she laughed out loud as if she knew what Nelson was thinking. Hearing the woman's next sentence, "Occlumency is useless, your thoughts are written all over your face! But with all due respect, no matter how many books you have read, your understanding of agriculture will not exceed one Farmer, you have hands that have never dug the dirt."

Nelson sat with a straight face, as if sitting in Zen. He closed his eyes, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the person in front of him. Fortunately, the blurred illusion here was the home field that both he and Merlin dared to touch.

(“If Merlin is alive, ignore me,” Nelson added surreptitiously.)

"Okay, let's get down to business." The woman's tone became serious, "Open your eyes, I think you should know who I am."

Nelson became more and more firm in his guess. Although she didn't show her level of magic, her IQ has obviously crushed the previous state of needing water to grow taller. He opened his eyes, and his gaze became solemn. I understand that the person sitting in front of me is probably Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of Hogwarts and the first head of Ravenclaw.

"Of course, you may think I'm putting on airs, after all, this is what you are good at," the woman put her hand under the table, and when she raised her hand again, she was already holding a small silver lighter. She looked at the blue light on it. Huo Miao sighed, "Young people nowadays are getting more and more powerful. Do you dare to play with a flame of this temperature?"

"I'm just here to save my friend." Nelson took the lighter from the woman and put it in his pocket. He already believed most of the woman's identity. After all, with the strength of a tree, it is difficult to leave the blur Mirage came back with one more thing.

"Is that blood-cursed orc?" Rowena Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "Although I don't really want to say that I instigated this incident, I have to admit that the reason why the sapling captured you My friends are indeed influenced by me."

Nelson frowned.

"At the same time, I have to apologize to you," Rowena Ravenclaw showed shame, "separate the two of you, and then trick you into killing each other... Whether it is body or soul, as long as one party believes, you There is only one person left, I did something similar when I was fourteen, I didn’t expect it, if it’s good, don’t learn it, learn this.”

"I think you should have your own reasons for taking Nagini away, but we also have the determination to protect our companions." Nelson said with a touch of respect in his tone, and returned a soft nail with his backhand.

"There's no need to be so solemn when you talk to me," she shook her head and sighed, "I'm not the real Rowena Ravenclaw, it's been a thousand years, and with my character, I should disdain to use those embarrassing words I continued my life in the way of lingering on my last breath, I should have died long ago."

"You are?" Nelson had heard Tom say about Slytherin's guess about the "memory device", and her next words further confirmed the authenticity of this guess.

"I made my favorite piece of jewelry the carrier of my memory, and I am very sure that I am the memory in it, my memory..." Rowena's eyes filled with white mist, like a wave Surging, it is hard to think about how much this memory carries, "I am my memory, but I am not me."

Everything in the illusion is so intuitive. In Nelson's feelings, the woman opposite is a huge monster he has never heard of, almost as huge as some buildings in the illusion. You know, many people's memories of their entire lives are It's not enough for the lost mist to gnaw for a few seconds and get stuck between the teeth.

"Is this really something humans can remember?" Nelson was shocked.

"I've been in a daze, but that sapling has become me," Rowena's eyes showed a trace of pity, "In its heart, it is the great Ravenclaw. As for why it grows in the ground, it has never Don't think, don't dare to think - this also makes it never a Ravenclaw. The infinite desire to explore infinite knowledge is the quality that every Ravenclaw needs to possess. In this sense , you should probably be in Ravenclaw."

(Nelson: I think so too.)

"Okay, I've said too much..." Rowena slowed down and said softly, "There may be something you need to accept."

"What?"

"I won't let that blood-cursed orc go." Rowena said firmly, with no room for negotiation in his tone.

"Why?" Nelson frowned, slowly reaching into his pocket.

"You don't have to look at me like that, young Slytherin, I won't hurt her, in fact, all I know about you two comes from her." Rowena didn't care about Nelson's fighting spirit, she continued, "I don't understand why you, as her only companions, haven't found out until today."

"Find what?" Nelson had an ominous premonition.

"There is a malicious soul hidden in her body, which is dormant," Lorena said solemnly, "when she is completely animalized, her body will become the body of the master of this soul walking in the world .”

"Hai Erbo." Nelson narrowed his eyes, couldn't help exhaling the fragrance, "I ****"

"What?"

"nothing?"

"Oh, I don't care about your impolite words in the second half." Rowena waved his hand and said, "No wonder I can't detect the memory that was parasitized by the soul. It turned out to be the famous... despicable Haierbo."

"You know him?" Nelson's heart was stained with anger, he clenched his wand tightly, and had forgotten to bring honorifics when speaking.

"Of course I do," Rowena nodded. "In my day, his trivial creations made almost all of us confused."

"The Dementor Rebellion?" Nelson asked subconsciously.

"Oh? You still know this. As expected of someone who likes history... There was a teacher named Bins in the school at that time. If you were born in that era, you would definitely like him," Rowena's face revealed a look of reminiscence , "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, I would have the chance to fight him."

"you?"

"Of course, you don't want two people to deal with such a dangerous guy, do you?" Rowena said with a smile. Where will future generations suffer?"