My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Mr Wertling:

I'm very glad to receive your letter during the holidays. For me, a ghost who can't feel the cold and heat, I actually feel a long-lost warmth in this scorching summer. You know, for me, this kind of Feelings are undoubtedly precious.

What makes me even more delighted is that you did not give up studying history during the holidays. This is the quality that a good historian should possess, and you can draw inferences from history and analyze what you have experienced. I am more and more delighted.

Forgive me for my old man’s ramblings, let’s get down to business, I should be able to give you answers to some of the questions in your letter, and some questions have not even been considered by me. I think this requires us to study together and learn from those ancient questions. Find the truth we want in the ambiguous parchment.

First of all, it is about your patron saint. Although I don't know how to spell the patron saint, I still know a little bit about it.

You mentioned in your letter that your Patronus failed after colliding with another kind of emotional energy, which reminds me of a spell that Salazar studied in the past, and studied the wonderful connection between dementors and the Patronus Charm Finally, Salazar once tried to create a soul-a complete soul composed of positive and negative emotions, possessing seven emotions and six desires, and no difference from human beings.

This touches on the taboo of magic research. You must know that creating life has always been a field that is forbidden by wizards, even the simplest soul is not allowed. Salazar's research was very in-depth back then, and he himself could not use the Patronus Charm. So he found the most talented student in Slytherin that year. You can find that person's name on the second floor of the deepest cabinet in the prize room. On the basis of this, another kind of magic spell that mobilizes emotional energy to make it concrete and can be used in battle is created-speaking spirit.

The extraordinary thing about this spell is that as long as you are a thinking person, you can use it to map the strongest emotions deep in your heart to reality, whether it is kindness, love, law or greed, murderous intent, chaos , as long as it is strong enough, you can create an alternative patron saint - no need to recall happy things, as long as it is strong enough, anyone can use it.

At the beginning, Salazar taught it to several senior students of Slytherin at that time. Word spirit played a great role in the process of fighting against dementors. Unlike the patron saint, this kind is called The summoned objects of "Speaking Spirit" can't have the obvious restraint effect like the patron saint expelling the dementors, but relatively speaking, it is difficult for the dementors to find them, and the most inconspicuous of them can even be found by mixing with the dementors Critical location intelligence.

Everything was going in a good direction until Salazar asked the first student to cooperate with his experiment. He could have used the Patronus Charm. Salazar stimulated him in an unallowable way and forced him to In extreme anger, he cast the Spirit of Words, which was exactly what he wanted. He explained the truth, dissuaded the child, and fused his Spirit of Words with the Patronus.

The experiment was undoubtedly a success, although in many subsequent reappearances, some students were irreversibly injured, but it was indeed a success-the child mastered an unusually powerful magic, and was killed by the dementors. During the chaos, he repeatedly made outstanding achievements, but the good times did not last long. He always felt that in his heart, something was being conceived.

In order to solve this problem, Salazar conducted many experiments afterwards, and found that as long as two different emotions come into contact, similar mutations can be produced. If the emotions of different people are blended with each other, the result is a controllable and powerful Combat power, he is more involved in experiments, and is ready to collect all emotions to create a complete soul.

Finally, the panic-stricken apprentice told Godric about the matter, and under the intervention of others, Salazar finally stopped the experiment. He repeatedly emphasized that these were all for victory, but even for victory, some bottom lines still need to be tested. complied with.

So you don't have to worry about your patron saint. If I'm right, the user of the word magic should be your good friend, Mr. Riddle, I don't care where he learned this magic, but you guys It reproduced the most feasible plan of Salazar back then. The beautiful falcon may have some changes, it may be smarter, and it may be stronger, because it is already more than mere pleasure.

Of course, this is just my guess. I have already written to several wizards who have made great achievements in this field. I believe that your problem can be properly resolved through brainstorming. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell them your specific information.

...

Nelson was lying on a recliner in the middle of the small courtyard at the front door. A stack of thick parchment was neatly stacked on the small table at hand. Judging from the state of the paper, these letter papers may have been stored for a thousand years, but the above The handwriting is new, and the first page is densely written in small handwriting, which makes Nelson dizzy. Is this the way ghosts write?

He closed his sore eyes, shook his head, rested for a while, and picked up the next parchment.

These parchments were of different lengths, and the new one he picked up had a completely different handwriting.

"It turns out that Professor Binns caught a few house-elves to help him write letters?" Nelson had some concerns in his mind. He looked at the endless forest in the distance. It is said that seeing a large piece of green can help relax the eyes. He said He simply straightened up from the chair, holding a page of parchment, and appeared on the branch of a tall tree not far away, looking into the distance, and retracted his head after a while to continue reading the letter.

...

Ravenclaw? Are you sure you saw Rowena Ravenclaw?

I hadn't heard of her becoming a ghost, and the fact that she died while I was teaching at Hogwarts was an unacceptable disaster for all of us— One of the smartest, sharpest, calmest and most reliable of the Big Four suddenly left us.

I'm sure she's dead, it's a pity, but it's an undeniable thing, but it's unbelievable that you saw her in Albania, thousands of miles away! Sorry, I've never heard of memories being survived in this way, and maybe that's why Rowena Ravenclaw is different from other mediocre wizards.

But she is most likely just a memory, after all, she once told you that if I am still alive, if it is really Rowena herself, she should know my choice.

But whether it is her or not, since she has the memory in the crown and is interested in teaching you, you must seize this opportunity. Ravenclaw has always been known for being alert and eager to learn, and no one has listened to her lectures. Chances are a great pity for wizards of this age.

In the era of the Big Four, Hogwarts was not as clear as it is now, with clear boundaries. Any of the four deans are all-rounders, and their courses often combine various Subjects, except History of Magic.

Maybe her tutoring can help you integrate what you learned in school. With Rowena's wisdom, she should be able to easily spot your mistakes. She is a master at discovering students. For a Muggle-born like you For wizards, this is a rare opportunity.

As for Rowena's story, if you have a chance, you should ask her yourself. The life of each of the Big Four can be called ups and downs, full of legends. Compared with history, they are more like what you like in my life. Legendary novels read in class.

...

Turned to the reverse side, there is not a word, this parchment is much shorter than the previous one, and the handwriting of the house elf who wrote this page is a bit rough, Nelson put away the parchment, turned over and jumped off the tree, and appeared at the front door in an instant next to the lounge chair.

Professor Binns' reply came very quickly, and it was less than a week after Nelson sent the letter. It can be seen that his vacation is really busy. Nelson put the parchment back into the thick stack of parchment and put it away carefully. This drastic change of handwriting made him dizzy, and Nelson was going to read the rest of it later.

The messenger owl and Nelson also had a relationship once, it was the big owl belonging to Hogwarts with the feathers of other birds on its chest, and it was standing proudly on the yew next to the cabin , looking straight at the ax-shaped mountain.

"I didn't bring owl food, I don't know if it will eat this... I remember how many grains it ate last time."

Tom, who walked out of the hut, raised his head, looked at the owl, and threw a handful of tomatoes on it. A hurricane suddenly appeared in the air, and a black shadow flickered in the air. Thinking it was an illusion from reading the letter, after a few seconds, the canopy of the tree returned to calm, except for the owl's suddenly bulging cheeks, everything was the same as before.

"Is that really an owl?" asked Tom in a low voice.

[You can catch it and observe it yourself. 】

"Forget it," Tom pouted, and asked, "By the way, what did Professor Binns say?"

[My patron saint is fine, and let's listen to the class carefully. 】

"These old professors like to say this kind of thing, the older they are, the more they like to say it," Tom said feebly, he didn't even look at Nelson's small blackboard, the experience of communicating with the mute for seven days made him more comfortable in eye contact , "Fortunately, today's class is over... I just don't know how many more days will pass like this."

"I think it will take at least twenty-three days, Slytherin," Rowena's voice suddenly came from behind Tom, startling him, "this single leaf of the Mandrake still needs to be swallowed by him." Twenty-three days, and then we have to wait for the storm to come."

"Miss Ravenclaw, it pains me to think that I won't be able to hear your teachings for another twenty-three days."

"It doesn't matter, the storm created by magic is useless to the practice of Animagus, if you really like to listen to my lecture..." Rowena showed a "knowledgeable" smile, and said in a long voice, "The summer vacation is still a long time away—"

【Ha ha. 】

Nelson walked past the two holding a sign, and went to recruit Genie to observe the situation. In his pocket was the "Dumbledore's help" sent by Professor Binns with the letter.

He had some expectations. Among the people who are still alive, Dumbledore should be the person with the highest attainment in transfiguration. With Dumbledore's help, Nagini's situation should be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, Nelson couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Ah," watching Nelson disappear into the forest, Rowena looked up and saw the owl combing its feathers, and sighed, "Is this your child?"

"What?" whispered Tom. "What did you say, Ms. Ravenclaw?"

"Nothing." Rowena turned back, "This owl looks familiar, is it the Hogwarts owl?"

"Yes, I found it in the owl room."

"That's right. Its ancestors may also serve Hogwarts. After all, such a capable owl is rare."

"Gnar said that it once broke into the heavily guarded Nurmengard alone!"

"Numengard? What's that place?" Rowena blinked curiously, and sat next to Tom. "I remember hearing the name from Nagini's memory, but I didn't elaborate."

"There is the stronghold of the most powerful dark wizard in history, a magical fortress guarded by countless loyal men..."

Tom began to tell the story of the Dark Lord Grindelwald in the tone of a grandma telling her granddaughter about ghosts.

...

"Nelson, wait for me."

Nelson rushed to Nagini and opened the small wooden box that came with the letter. A familiar acorn tree was lying quietly inside. Then, Dumbledore's voice came from inside the nut.

Nelson carefully placed the acorn on the ground away from Nagini and took a few steps back.

A few seconds later, Dumbledore appeared at the place where the acorns were placed. He put down the suitcase he was carrying, and turned his head away when he heard Nelson cough twice behind him.

Nelson looked at the tall Dumbledore, blinked his dry eyes, and hesitated to speak: "Professor, I remember that this seems to be specially designed for the Obscure—"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth. In fact, I am the only one who can solve the obscurity. If Jewell was really the obscurity, I would have come over at that time," Dumbledore saw the tall root system of the yew at a glance. Nagini on the board immediately became nervous, "Professor Binns told me everything you asked him to tell. This is the girl you mentioned, right?"

"That's right." Nelson frowned, and then stretched it out again. He didn't expect Dumbledore to come in person.

"The situation is urgent, Nelson, your thinking is good, but her injury is too serious," Dumbledore bent down, and opened the zipper of the suitcase, "You will help me, won't you?"