My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Metaphysical what?"

The corners of Tom's mouth curled up, revealing a crazy grin, and he let out a "Jie Jie Jie Jie" laugh, "It sounds like you have a lot of research on philosophy, come and tell me about it."

"It suddenly occurred to me that there are still some termites on the roots of the yew tree," Rowena's voice sounded at the right time, "I'll go and have a look... I'll take care of Nagini by the way, you guys go ahead."

"No!"

The little vine covered with tender leaves took the bottom two leaves as feet, bounced around in place, then got into the small hole under the feet and disappeared.

【Tom, wait for me to explain. In fact, I was really looking for a pen just now. You know, I have finished my homework, so the pen is a little deep. 】

"Yeah?"

Tom held down the back of the recliner under Nelson with one hand, and swung his wand back and forth with the other, and said in a long voice.

Immediately afterwards, another line of text appeared below Nelson's defense: "I'm wondering if I should take action on Ravenclaw's crown."

Nelson raised his head in surprise, and was about to open his mouth to say something. Tom quickly turned his wand over and pointed at Nelson, and a modified choke charm sealed Nelson's mouth tightly.

Nelson was brought down by the impact of the spell and fell off the chair. He quickly got up, secretly afraid in his heart, but he was still not used to keeping his mouth shut all the time, and the Animagus's preparation was almost in vain.

The first step in practicing an Animagus is to hold a single leaf of a mandrake in your mouth from one full moon to the next - although some believe it is okay to eat and sleep while holding a leaf, Nelson Thinking that was pure nonsense, he had done a test before and swallowed a total of fourteen mint leaves as experimental subjects in two days.

So Nelson finally decides to keep his mouth shut with the leaf in his mouth, thanking the magic for keeping him from starving to death in the process.

【Are you crazy? 】

Nelson, who sat back on the recliner, showed gratitude, nodded, and wrote vigorously: 【She is here in person, and you have seen it. We can't bear that dryad alone. 】

"I know, but a dryad is a dryad, and she is her."

The slender, sharp, upward-right-sloping text immediately appeared on Nelson's small blackboard.

Writing this sentence, Tom pulled up a chair, sat next to Nelson, laughed loudly and cursed, "Is this your philosophy? I might as well go to the Pig's Head Bar and listen to Aberforth brag about his beating Dumbledore story to me .”

【She is indeed not a dryad, but the dryad is already her. ] Nelson shook his head, and continued to write, [What's more, if she is really Ravenclaw, then this crown is not an unowned thing. 】

"In fact, Ravenclaw's daughter has given me the ownership of it, and..." Tom paused for a while, and loudly criticized Nelson's bad behavior of taking medicine without notice, while continuing to write , "And she is not Ravenclaw himself. The biggest question now is why she appeared here, and whether we can beat her."

[I think this may have something to do with me. 】Nelson put his head on the back of the chair, leaned back, and recalled, 【At that time, the tree spirit was going to break us one by one. In order to separate me and my gadgets, she chose to pull me into the illusion. 】

"That's the thing," Tom nodded, "so Aberforth's butterbeer is fake from Knockturn Alley? No wonder it's so good."

[If you really don't know how to make up nonsense, then discuss the course with me. 】Nelson gave Tom a blank look, and continued to write,【At that time, I saw through the essence of that dryad's hypocritical soul at a glance, and I didn't expect it to bring me so close to her soul! I had no choice but to go along with the flow and send it into the Misty Illusion with the mist of mist. As a result, its fragile skin was quickly eaten away by the mist, and what it woke up was Rowena, who thought it was his own and hid in the depths of his soul. Ravenclaw. 】

"I don't think it's a fake. Butter beer is just a drink, not a brand, not to mention it tastes better." Tom said to himself, it seemed that he had already entered the drama, and he waved his sleeves , the blackboard returned to a clean state, and Tom's text quickly appeared, "I said, why hitting that dryad became more powerful, and you did it?"

[I didn't do it. 】Nelson categorically denied, 【I can tell that Rowena was really surprised when she saw me for the first time, but she shouldn't be so surprised—so I think she should be more than surprised by me. After all, memory Such a thing as being alive will seem unbelievable at any time. 】

"I see……"

Tom nodded and fell silent.

Nelson continued: [I think your thinking has fallen into a misunderstanding. You are always thinking about whether you can beat her, but you have never thought about whether she is willing to give you the crown. 】

"Would you like it?" Tom frowned, with complicated eyes, and murmured, "Would she be willing?"

"What do you want?" Rowena panted, and asked briskly. Although the camp was not close to Zishan, a vine shouldn't feel tired no matter what. It can only be said that she was a bit involved in the drama, Two leaves squeezed out of the small hole on the ground, supported the ground and threw the vine below up. She waved the leaves and asked, "How's the philosophy talk? I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No." Tom shook his head.

"That's good," the vine twisted, and if the vine had a head, the movement would be "turning head and looking at Nelson", and said, "Really, except for just coming out and turning around, Nagini is still still Is it really okay to be too weak to wake up?"

[No problem, her human soul does not match the body of the snake. This is a normal situation. I have checked that this is a state similar to hibernation, which is suitable for holding grass. If this can be regarded as a problem, we will It might be a disaster. ] Nelson quickly finished writing a sentence and raised the blackboard.

"Isn't it?" Rowena asked back, looking at Tom again, "By the way, I'm still curious, what did you say you would like just now? Of course, it's fine if it's inconvenient."

"It's nothing." Tom shrugged and thought for a moment. He didn't tell the truth, but just said softly, "I'm talking about that tree. I'm a little curious. I don't know if it is willing or not."

"Willing... what?"

"Does it want to be you?" Tom bent slightly, showing a polite smile, "Sorry, I'm a little offended."

"It's nothing..." The tiny vines trembled, and then grew up suddenly, pierce the ground, and grew to the height of a person, and the thick vines opened from the middle like a door. Rowena was still wearing that skirt, Shi Shi Ran out from inside, she smiled, "I'm still used to talking to you like this."

"Your appearance also makes us more cordial." Tom said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Slytherin." Rowena nodded, and fell backwards. The vine that had just split quickly twisted itself into a recliner that was exactly the same as the one under Nelson's buttocks, and caught her. "This should be the magic that Helga dreamed of..."

Tom raised an eyebrow, already familiar with the name Slytherin.

Rowena, who had turned into a human form, had a rich enough expression. After she sat down firmly, she looked at Tom and said seriously, "If I were him, I would definitely not want to."

"Do you think it will?" asked Tom respectfully.

"This question itself is actually not valid," Rowena gently tapped the still fresh handrail made of rattan with his hand, stroked the tender green leaves on it, and said softly, "Willing itself needs to be based on choice. Give people the option of 'willing' and 'not willing'."

[Has she never faced a choice? 】 Nelson raised the blackboard in his hand.

"Of course," Rowena nodded, "By the way, I like the 'she' you used. I think she is more than just a plant."

[After all, she has your appearance and knowledge. 】

"You know that's not what I mean," Rowena shook her head, "I never gave her anything, in fact, I didn't really wake up until I met you, before that, I was just Rowena A memory left by Ravenclaw."

"The purple shirt is really a kind of magical tree, especially for wizards, it often represents life and death, and life and death are always the most mysterious magic." Rowena looked at Tom, "Slytherin, your The wand is made of yew, and you must have understood that... When Helena put the crown into the dead tree stump, the whole tree had been dead for an unknown period of time, with only a little bit of bark attached to a little bit of soil. The odds of survival are pitifully small."

"Is...she the stump?" Tom asked.

"That's right, a young shoot survived by relying on the nutrition delivered by that small piece of bark. It may be to avoid the storm that was too violent for her. She chose to grow on the inside of a dead tree stump. What a coincidence. But how can the nutrition delivered by that little bark be enough for her to grow? This little sapling chose the nutrition she should not absorb, but that was also her last hope—from then on , she has no choice."

【magic? 】

"That's right, magic power," Rowena nodded and sighed, "I was in a daze at the time, and the crown kept emitting magic power. Of course, I think there should be a problem with my forging technology. Relying on these contains memory Yew survived with difficulty, but all the magic she absorbed came from me, and her understanding of the world completely relied on my memory——when a person lives in my memory since she was a child, then she is my memory. .”

"Have you ever thought of telling her all this?"

"Slytherin, didn't you hear the phrase I just said 'I didn't really wake up until I met you'?" Rowena pouted, fiddled with the leaves at hand, and accidentally dropped the leaves Pulling it out, seeing that the two people on the opposite side didn't notice, she secretly stuffed the leaf behind the chair, and mocked, "To be honest, I was just a magic item before, and I shouldn't be Rowena Lavin. Crowe, I also want to find myself."

"Uh...sorry." Tom sat up straight, but Rowena waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.

"You want me to give her back my independent personality? Although I may not owe her anything," Rowena cast a dreamy look at Tom, teasing, "I didn't expect that the descendants of Salazar With this kind of awareness, you can ask your little friend to do this kind of thing, let him wash her with the mist, but have you ever thought about a question?"

"What?"

"If the memory of Rowena Ravenclaw in her soul is stripped away, she will have nothing. What is the difference between that and killing her?"

"I……"

"Think about it carefully, while your little friend has become a mute, while you have the opportunity to think quietly, start your little head, think about it carefully," Rowena showed a meaningful smile, "If you can think of a reasonable and feasible solution, I will grant your wish."

"My wish?" Tom was puzzled.

"Don't you want this crown?" Rowena raised her eyebrows and pushed back the fluffy hair on her head. A jewel-encrusted crown was shining brightly in the scattered sunlight in the forest.

"If you can prove your wits, Slytherin, you will be my choice."

Rowena on the rocking chair smiled and closed her eyes. Her black hair gradually grew longer, and green leaves sprouted from the ends of her hair, wrapping herself like a willow tree. Immediately afterwards, the rocking chair merged with the person lying on it, A tall and straight yew tree with no branches up to the top of the tree rose from the ground.

The next second, a gust of wind blew, and the yew tree, like a pile of foam, turned into green leaves all over the sky, mixed into the wind, and disappeared.

"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." Tom stared quietly at the silver crown on the rocking chair, licked his lips, and asked, "Gnar, do you think this magic can be learned?"

【…】

"I think it can be similar. For example, how about turning yourself into a small silver ball rolling around?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "You can also give the enemy a hard blow while running."

...

At the edge of the forest, two young men met.

They have the same youthful face, the same pale skin, the same muddy boots and the same travel-stained exotic attire. Since disembarking at the pier, the two have been one behind the other, neither too close nor too far apart. .

"Sir, what are you doing in the Albanian forest?" The young man in front finally lost his composure, stopped and questioned the man behind him.

"Looking for someone...but it seems to be a step late."

"Oh? There is still someone you're looking for in the forest?"

"My loved ones."

"Coincidentally, me too." The young man in front stepped forward, walked into the shadow under the tree, and turned around vigilantly, "Since you are late, why don't you go back?"

"What's your name?" The person behind him didn't answer his question.

"My name is Troka," the young man loosened his collar, exposing two pairs of sharp fangs, and asked, "What about you?"

In front of him, the young man with an unattractive appearance but impressive eyes twitched one corner of his mouth and replied, "My name is Borgin Bock."