My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The schedule of the new semester is a bit abnormal. The history of magic was arranged in the first class of fifth grade Slytherin and Ravenclaw on Monday morning.

In the past, this is definitely a painful class schedule. After all, no one wants to spend the beginning of the week in a drowsy state. Such a class schedule will most likely make most students except a few people I can't cheer up for a week.

Like every class in the past year, Professor Binns floated in front of the podium and recited the contents of the textbook with a constant tone, but none of the students fell into a coma like last year, but were extremely excited. Eager to try it out.

"Then turn the book to page 35. Let's talk about the witch hunts of Muggles and churches in the Middle Ages and what famous wizards did in it." As a ghost, Professor Binns doesn't feel dry, and No need to take a breath, which allows him to speak faster than a student can turn the pages of a book, "Edwards Merkel is one of them..."

Looking at the abnormal students in the audience, Professor Binns paused for a rare moment, and Dwight, the Ravenclaw prefect who was equally agile in thinking and movement, seized the opportunity and raised his right hand high, as if he was afraid that Professor Binns would see When he wasn't there, he even stood up, holding his hands up in the air like the ready-to-go Superman from Nelson's collection of Action Comics.

Dwight's appearance was extremely funny, but no one laughed at him. Instead, he stared at Professor Binns on the podium with his eyes of increasing expectation.

"Ah..." Professor Binns was stunned, and asked slowly, "This Ravenclaw classmate, do you have any questions?"

"Professor, can you tell us about the Triwizard Tournament?" Dwight asked loudly, "You have been at Hogwarts for so long, you must have personally experienced many Triwizard Tournaments, right? This is also history, isn't it? "

"Well..." Professor Binns nodded and said, "But I don't guarantee that this will be the content of the final exam."

No one cares about the history of magic final exam, just like no one cares about the history of magic, Dwight said eagerly, "Just tell us, we are all very interested!"

The students in the audience showed expressions of cooperation.

"Actually, I don't like this kind of noisy competition very much, so I didn't go to watch most of the competitions." After a moment of silence, seeing the expressions of the students in the audience quickly turn from expectation to disappointment, Professor Binns The subject changed, and he said, "But you are right, I have indeed experienced many Triwizard Tournaments, in fact, since the first one, I have personally experienced all the events held at Hogwarts, since you If you are interested, then I will tell you something, please sit down first, this... what is your name?"

"Dwight, Professor." Dwight sat down obediently, probably the most upright he had ever sat in a History of Magic class.

"Um……"

It seems that Professor Binns didn't keep this name in his heart. When he saw Dwight sitting down, he recalled a little bit, and started his narration about the Triwizard Tournament with a question: "Do you know the contestants of the Triwizard Tournament?" And why would a title winner be called a 'Warrior'?"

The theme of the original Triwizard Tournament was not simply communication and competition. The "Triwizard" not only refers to the three magic schools participating in the competition, but also expresses its most basic three-round competition system, and this name has a deeper meaning. The meaning of level is the original intention of holding the event - competition, communication and warriors.

Just as the last round of a three-round series is often the most important, "Warrior" was the most important theme when the Triwizard Tournament was first established.

When the three magic academies were first established, wizards in Europe only maintained a relatively loose connection. Magic knowledge was passed on in the form of families or associations, and scattered wizards surrounded these loose organizations, either independently or Hostility, anyway, until the establishment of ministries of magic or similar institutions in various countries.

However, the way for wizards to acquire knowledge is blocked. For wizards, the most important knowledge is magic, especially for Muggle-born wizards. Afflicted by uncontrolled magic, he died young when he was discovered by another wizard.

This situation improved after the establishment of the magic school, but the living conditions of most wizards are not as good as they are now. Today, even the poorest and worst wizards, as long as he has a magic wand, he can live a good life. In that barbaric and dark age, wizards had to walk in pervasive dangers with only one magic wand—these dangers not only came from Muggles, but also from magical beings who also possessed magical powers. Animals and alien races with intelligence, as well as those dark wizards who are completely out of control.

It is impossible for underage wizards to live under the protection of their elders forever. For them, these dangers are infinitely magnified, so the Triwizard Tournament came into being. One year is the deadline to find a "warrior" who can lead the wizarding world forward, and the competition between the three schools is their competition in terms of school-running ideas-the school that wins in the end is always right before the birth of the next warrior .

History is created by people, but those who walk in the front are always those amazing and brilliant figures. With their natural magic power and the magic accumulated over hundreds of years, even under the leadership of such a hasty alliance, the wizards are also In a hundred years, they defeated the enemies who once threatened their survival, and finally became the group with the greatest voice in the world.

At the same time, under the regulations and efforts of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, the dark wizards have finally changed from the devil on the ground to the rats underground, and unprecedented sunshine has shone on each wizard.

Since then, the "Warrior" in the theme of the Triwizard Tournament has gradually become less important, and eventually became an honor for the winners, but people's expectations and attention to the Warriors have been far less than before.

"This is the origin of the Triwizard Tournament." Professor Binns closed his handout heavily like a gavel, and the students who were immersed in the story woke up like a dream, and some of them even uttered in their hearts. "How could I have fallen asleep in History of Magic class if you had said this earlier?"

"But professor, why was the Triwizard Tournament suspended?" A Slytherin student raised his hand and asked loudly.

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you at the opening ceremony? Because there were too many casualties."

"But why are there casualties in this kind of competitive competition between students? I think the most dangerous competition is wizard duels, such as Quidditch—"

"No, your idea is completely wrong," Professor Binns said in a flat tone that could be called threatening words, "Professor Dumbledore may only present the wonderful performances of the warriors recorded in the Goblet of Fire to You, but you need to be clear that the Triwizard Tournament of that era was to select the best and most powerful warriors to fight against dangerous creatures that you can hardly imagine now-hundreds of thousand-year-old fire dragons, swarming werewolves, thousands of feet Long sea monsters... If the most severe and dangerous test is not used, the final winner will not be able to survive the bigger test in the future."

The student who asked the question lowered his hand, pursed his lips, and finally did not utter a word.

"I know some of you like to read those legendary novels, and many of you read them in my class," Professor Binns said, "You can read these books after class. In the stories written by the current authors, even The scariest and most dangerous thing is not as good as everything that the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament faced at the beginning, and these are at least artificially controlled by the organizer. I know that many of you have dreams of participating in the Triwizard Tournament to win the championship and then The dream of fame, for these students, you can bring yourself into those novels to see if your level can face the dangers encountered by the protagonist... With all due respect, most of you signed up for the paper The regiment will be reduced to a pool of ashes by the Goblet of Fire."

Professor Binns' words were like a basin of cold water poured directly on the heads of these young people with dreams, and they were completely chilled, but no one had the slightest doubt about Professor Binns' words. Because what he said was always right, and the cold and emotionless tone also emphasized to them that the old witness was just stating a simple and cold fact.

There was a moment of silence in the classroom. Professor Binns did not continue his narration, nor did he return to the original content of the course. He just quietly looked at the students in the audience, leaving time for them to digest the information.

Soon, the classroom gradually became noisy.

"Gnar, do you want to sign up?" Tom asked in a low voice.

"I haven't lived enough, and I don't lack the thousand Galleons." Nelson shrugged and said, "It depends on the situation. After all, the detailed competition system has not been announced yet."

"Announce? Isn't this thing a secret?"

"What? The bonus is a thousand Galleons?"

Several exclamations with completely different content came from all directions, Nelson shrugged again, and lay down on the table.

"I think you and Tom can do it," Alphard turned his head and said to the two behind him, "I can't think of anyone in the school who is stronger than you."

Tom smiled, but said nothing.

"That's not necessarily the case, and the selection criteria for the Warriors is not who is the best. We also have very good students in Ravenclaw."

Tom continued to smile.

"Otherwise? Could it be that whoever is weak becomes a warrior?" Slytherin retorted disdainfully from the side.

"Does your comprehension ability only see strength?" Ravenclaw choked back, "The Triwizard Tournament is not just a duel of wizards. You haven't seen the deciphering levels that Professor Dumbledore showed us. Is sheer power useful? You can beat a wizard, but can you solve the riddles?"

The two sides insisted on their own words, their faces were red, and the quarrel quickly became fierce.

It’s just that there’s no reason to come out of the quarrel. The voices of disputes and discussions in the classroom gradually become quieter. Professor Binns’s reading about the medieval witch hunt reverberated in the classroom again, but the classroom didn’t fall into everyone’s confusion again. In the usual drowsiness.

...

"Professor, thank you for helping me during the holidays."

The office of Professor Binns must not have changed from last semester, only the wine bottle in the middle of the wine cabinet was half empty. After class, Nelson came to his office, stood opposite him, and sincerely thanked him.

"It's nothing, this is what a teacher should do." Professor Binns motioned Nelson to sit down, "By the way, what is your Animagus?"

"A cat, Professor." As soon as he finished speaking, a smart cat appeared where Nelson was standing before. He jumped up, jumped onto the stool opposite Professor Binns, and turned back into a human form.

"Well, not bad." Noting that Nelson's transformation didn't use a wand, Professor Binns praised, "I'm already very proficient. As far as I know, some advanced Animagus can use magic in animal form , you can ask the teachers for advice, it just so happens that Hogwarts now has two masters of transfiguration."

"I will, Professor."

"Well, let's make a long story short, I have class later," Professor Binns nodded, and asked, "Are you going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, Professor. After the opening ceremony, Professor Dumbledore told Tom and I not to get involved," Nelson shook his head. "I'm doing it for Haierbo."

"Haven't figured it out yet? He may have his own considerations, but I personally recommend you to participate in this tournament," Professor Binns asked without explaining too much, "Do you have any new discoveries?"

"Actually, I encountered many incidents related to him this holiday," Nelson said without concealing the remnant soul of Hai Erbo hidden in Nagini's blood curse, the possible connection between the Burke family, dementors and Hai Erbo, and The possibility of various emotional magic, and finally said, "A few years ago, I heard a prophecy, the prophet was the ancient Greek priestess Pythia, in the prophecy, she mentioned that an event would happen in Poland. The massacre in Weixin, Hai Erbo seems to intend to take this opportunity to seek resurrection, so I thought of some ways to influence it and prevent the tragedy of the level predicted in the prophecy, and he didn't move much."

"Sure enough, Hai Erbo has suddenly become active in recent years," Professor Binns said softly, "I didn't expect you to do so many things."

At first, his expression was calm, and he was only a little surprised when he heard that besides the Patronus Charm, there are other emotions that can be used to increase magic power, but when he heard the word "prophecy", his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Stopped it?" Professor Binns said with an unbelievable expression, "It shouldn't be. Are you sure that Pythia's prophecy points to this possible massacre?"

"I'm not sure, this is Haierbo's point of view." Nelson thought for a while, showing the same expression as Professor Binns, "Can't the prophecy be changed?"

"Let me think about it, I have some information to check, you go back first, I have to attend the ignition and certification ceremony of the Goblet of Fire later, but Nelson, it's useless to worry about these things, you can think about my previous It is suggested that the warriors chosen by the Goblet of Fire are somewhat different." Professor Binns was no different from a worried living person at the moment, and he said while seeing off the guests, "Don't take it lightly."

"I will."

Nelson turned and left, closed the door and turned a corner into the History of Magic classroom, walked up to Tom who was lying on the table, knocked on the table, and shouted, "Let's go, eat."