My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"start running!"

In the primeval forest of Albania, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning has not yet emerged from the mountain, Credence’s call has already completed the morning call to the forest instead, and the forest birds standing in the canopy of the tree are caught. He was awakened by the cry, flapped his wings in dissatisfaction, and flew away with a "quack". From a distance, it looked like a threatening predator came from the forest.

"I'm running!" Adele's voice floated indistinctly from the woods behind him, "Aren't we wizards?"

"We're poke-and-explode obscurities!" Credence retorted, "If you don't want to 'bang' your two brothers to death while eating a feast in harmony one night, run stand up!"

"I'm not going to explode."

"It doesn't matter what you say, if you want to control the monster in your body, you must at least have a strong body like me!" Credence released his vitality like a summer camp instructor, "Silence from the most desperate of wizards Birth from the bottom of your heart, birth, old age, sickness and death are things we are born to be afraid of... Just imagine, if you are exhausted and groggy every day, how can you raise your spirits to fight against the malice that keeps chanting in your mind?"

"I didn't..." Adele rolled her mouth to one side, her face full of reluctance, but she still groaned behind Credence, saying intermittently, "I walk around like an Auror every day. Running around the castle, didn't you agree to use the weekend to rest?"

"Avoiding the foul air of Hogwarts, isn't running in this refreshing forest a rest?"

Credence said without looking back, he couldn't help giving himself a thumbs up in his heart, impeccable explanation! His face turned away from Adele has already twisted—in fact, he is the one who is exhausted and groggy every day, and even at this time he has secretly added magic power to his legs, but Adele can still He was extremely shocked by insisting on running, and Credence couldn't help but turned around and asked, "You don't know how to use magic secretly, do you?"

"I'm not you, Mr. Barburn!"

Credence turned his head in embarrassment, the sunlight slanting towards his eyes was just blocked by the rocky mountain inserted in the forest, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and ran towards the cabin in the woods.

Tom, who got up early, leaned against the fence next to the hut indifferently, with two glasses of still steaming warm water on the wooden stake beside him. He held Adele's cloak in one hand, and held up the other hand. Holding the magic wand, the red thread controlled by magic made all kinds of dazzling knots in the air, and quickly shuttled between the gaps in the cloak. From time to time, one small silver ball after another appeared in his palm like a magic trick. It quickly disappeared into the blind spot of vision.

"Mr. Barburn," Tom laughed as he looked at Credence, who could hear the panting voice five hundred meters away, but kept a straight face the first time he saw him, pretending that he still had strength. He said, "Actually, in terms of 'strong physique', the wizard with the most say in history should be Gnar."

"What did you say?" Credence staggered to Tom's side, reaching out to get water, but Tom blocked it with his wand, so he turned his head and shouted angrily at Adele , "Hold on, it's coming soon!"

"Mr. Barburn, you can't drink water immediately after strenuous exercise," Tom shrugged, picked up a water glass and wiped the rim with his hands, a budding camellia appeared in the water glass, and he handed the water glass to Credence, said, "You can drink when this flower blooms."

"Who did you just say has the most right to speak? I didn't hear clearly," Credence held the water glass with both hands. He knew what Tom said was right, so he kept staring at the flower bud and said, "I I consulted a doctor I know, before practicing medicine, he was the first generation of professional Quidditch players, so he should be quite authoritative."

"Then you shouldn't have been beaten by Gnar." Two small silver balls appeared in Tom's hand again. He tossed one up and threw the other one when it fell. The two small balls collided in the air. Surrounded above the palm like two mutually attracting double stars, "You may not know that his clothes weigh dozens of pounds...Many years ago, Gnar began to use speed to avoid the spell."

"Then you are here?"

"Oh, he's always wanted to give Adele a dress that can protect herself from an adult wizard," Tom said with a jerk of his hand, grabbing the two small silver balls that were spinning around, shrinking them down to resemble The neckline of the cloak is studded like pearls, "But you know, he has a lot of things recently. It just so happens that I have a little research on tailoring, so I took this job."

Tom lifted the cloak with both hands and looked it over, nodded with satisfaction, and threw it on the fence. With a "bang", an unsecured tree stump swayed slightly.

"Hiss..." Credence believed Tom's words a little bit, he shook his head and said, "How heavy is this."

"There'll be a Levitation Charm on it," said Tom. "I don't want her to be fifteen short like Gnar."

"..."

Just in the middle of the conversation between the two, Adele ran out from the direction Credence came from. Her movements were standard and her breathing was even. Except for a small red face and profuse sweat, she could hardly see What's wrong with coming out.

She didn't immediately run to Tom to ask for water like Credence did. Instead, she slowed down and walked slowly around the open space in front of the hut, looking very experienced.

"That's what I want to say," Tom shrugged, pointing to the water glass in Credence's hand, "The flowers are blooming, Mr. Barburn...Adele was just a freshman when she met us." She is getting more and more pitiful, but Gnar has been urging her to exercise before the start of school, this kind of simple back and forth running is nothing to her, you see, she is still wearing little leather boots."

"Then why do you still agree with my suggestion to take Adele for a run?"

"It's never bad for children to exercise more, not to mention it's good for you too," Tom said with a smile, "and don't you think it's interesting to watch Gnar run around the castle with his little follower every morning?" ?”

"It seems that Nelson's face has been lost by me..."

"How is that possible?" Tom patted Credence's shoulder with a smile, "When you translated 'Odin's eight-legged steed' into 'Odin's eight legs rode each A big horse', Gnar's face was already gone."

Adele had already walked slowly around the open space. She was standing behind Credence, panting evenly with her hands on her knees. She raised her head and made a face at Credence who turned around. , straightened up and walked towards the hut.

"The soap's in the little box behind the door," said Tom sweetly.

"I know, he always puts these things there." Adele walked into the room without looking back.

"It's kind of weird, isn't it?" Tom turned to look at Credence, and took a sip from another glass of water on the stake. This glass of water was not for Adele as Credence thought. Prepared, "Why do wizards run? After all, where Muggles can only walk for days and nights on their feet, we can get there with a single apparition, or even ride a broom if it's not good-but Gnar values ​​these things very much." , in his opinion, using the Iron Armor Curse to block evil spells is an extremely stupid behavior. If you can find cover, you will never dodge, and if you can dodge, you will never defend. Under this trade-off, his magic power is more than that of his opponent. "

"I don't understand," Credence crushed the camellia with his hands, sprinkled the dregs into the water, and took a gulp. "After all, it's very difficult for magic to harm me."

"Then I have to tell you a fable that Nelson shared with me when I was a child. It is about a group of wizards who master some kind of defensive magic called 'Iron Block' similar to the Iron Armor Charm, because they are too superstitious about their own defenses. The story of being beaten by various people because of force..."

"Why does it feel weird?"

"This is a genuine magical fable recorded in "The Tales of Bard Beedou"."

Tom coaxed Credence, who had never read the book, straightened his expression, and said seriously, "Let's get down to business, Gnar sent a letter on Thursday, and he has some thoughts about Adele's situation." judge."

After that, he took out a crooked, water-stained, and ink-stained straw paper from his arms, and handed it to Credence.

"This is written by him lying on his stomach in the snow in his Animagus form. It may be a bit illegible, so you'll just have to read it."

"It's better than my handwriting..." Credence raised his forehead.

"Gnar has been able to perceive the misty illusion I told you before since he was a child, and uses the mist that fills it for his own use. This unique mist has the ability to dissolve memories and communicate with souls. In the past few years, with the research As he went deeper, he gradually developed some special usages."

Credence made a gesture of all ears.

"The Fog of Lost has no effect on people with strong will, but it has an outstanding effect on some special individuals with magic power, and it has obvious restraint relationship," Tom said with a frown, "in order to prevent Gnar's ability from leaking , I can only tell you in general terms that any uncontrolled magic driven by strong or single emotions, he can deal with it very well."

"Including the Obscure?"

"Including the Obscure, I believe you have also seen the scene where he confronted Kailian. His magic power mixed with the mist can dissolve the huge black magic power of the Obscure like melting snow and transform them into pure magic, but the Obscure just can't Control them," Tom went on, "at Second Salem, many of the victims, including Adele, had actually transformed into a mature silent, this process of cramming to create pain is more like insanity With the birth of the monster, Gnar definitely shattered Moran, who already had a body, but the huge magic power still remained in Adele's body."

"It will breed again," Credence's eyes showed hatred, "it won't stop, as long as it entangles the wizard, even if it is blown to pieces, it will recover from any evil thoughts and continue Corrode the spirit and body of the parasite."

"That's the problem," Tom said. "We check on Adele every day. Even at Hogwarts, no one will be happy all the time, but there is something in her that is silent. The huge magic power just fell into dead silence as if she fell asleep, except for blocking her magic, it didn't exert any influence on her."

"It's just dormant."

"This involves the next special situation," Tom raised his arm, a pure white ball was thrown into the air by him and then fell slowly, "A lot of people died in the second Salem, they are embracing death I met with Gnar before, and took away all the blackness in the hearts of Gnar and the survivors. Like purification, the silent thoughts in Adele's body were erased... My wording may be a little inappropriate, But this is roughly the case, so Gnar believes that the silence in Adele's body should have undergone some kind of "restoration". Her painful memory was artificially isolated from her self in a subtle way, which can Memories, but it’s like watching from the sidelines, and the silent, manic and chaotic thoughts also disappeared.”

"It's impossible..." Credence kept shaking his head. "It's not realistic at all. How could you use a knife on a bomb? No matter how delicate the technique is, it's impossible."

"We are facing a very special situation, Credence. On the way to cross the river by feeling the stones, Gnar's suggestion is that it can be used." Tom took out another booklet, "This is Gnar's previous booklet. You can use the envisaged course of treatment as a reference, the practice place is on the back of the mountain, where Nagini learned the reverse Animagus."

"I see."

Credence opened the booklet anxiously, his expression becoming increasingly disbelieving.

"I'm ready!"

Adele opened the door of the hut and ran out bouncingly. She had cleaned up, finished the breakfast Tom left on the tea table, combed her ponytail neatly, held her wand, and was ready to go.

"Credence." Tom didn't say much, just patted Credence's shoulder hard.

"I will cherish her more than I cherish myself."

Soon, the two walked side by side to the venue Tom had prepared for them.

"Wait, Adele!"

Tom stared at Adele's back, the ponytail was flicking around, and the ornaments on the headband were very conspicuous. Tom gradually frowned, and walked to Adele who stayed where he was with a stern face. Beside her, grabbing her ponytail, knotted with an acorn.

The acorn that Dumbledore brought to Tom and Nelson when they found Christian, who might become the Obscure in the Orphanage in West City, in the first grade, could effectively curb the obscurity's magical runaway.

Looking at this familiar magic item, Tom asked in a deep voice, "Adele, who gave you this?"

"This is a gift from Professor McGonagall, what's the matter? Isn't it pretty?"

Tom pondered for a moment, then tapped lightly on the acorn with his wand, a stream of black light flashed, he patted Adele on the back, and said, "It's very pretty, remember to wear a brown one next time." Wear it with a dress."

"Oh." Adele nodded in confusion, and bounced away.

When the two disappeared into the depths of the forest, Tom sighed and looked in the opposite direction. He waved his wand, and the figure disappeared, and the next second appeared in front of the hollow stump where Ravenclaw's crown was stored.

Royna didn't appear immediately, Tom simply reached out and held the crown.

When he put the crown on top of his head, the scenery in his eyes changed instantly, the familiar Ravenclaw tower, the familiar back, Royna slowly turned his head, stared at the nondescript princess-like decoration on Tom's head, and said, "You Have you finally lost your desire for knowledge? If so, then take it."

"Salazar Slytherin greets you with this memory of..." Tom said apologetically, raising his wand and doing a thousand-year-old wizard salute, "but before we talk about the old days, I might ask you Been back to the roots for a while, and I have some personal questions that I want answers to from my Ravenclaw lore."

After all, he straightened the crown, and when the gemstone in the center was aligned with the center of the brow, a dazzling blue light burst out of Tom's eyes, while Roy's eyes, who stood opposite him, became hollow.

In the depths of the forest, a woman whose appearance was very different from Roy's got up slowly from the rattan hammock and yawned. She was wearing a long green dress. After meeting Nelson and Tom, Roy's Seems to be wrenching from Ravenclaw's memory.

The light in Tom's eyes gradually faded, and he knew that the woman standing opposite was only Ravenclaw's concrete knowledge now.

"I heard you have a question you want to ask me."

Ravenclaw's tone was as cold as metal, without any emotion.