My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Adele put her arms on the ground, jumped up from the ground vigorously, and staggered towards Tom.

She was in a strange state, sometimes turning and jumping, as if she was practicing some kind of spell-casting method of fighting left and right.

She took a few steps forward, tripped over a stone on the ground, and almost fell to the ground.

"What's up with her?"

"Don't be too nervous, let me see," Royna stepped forward, with strong interest in his eyes, a cluster of vines slowly emerged from the ground, and supported Adele who was about to fall to the ground. Leaning forward, she held Adele's chin with one hand, opened her eyelids with the other hand, leaned closer to her cheek, and observed carefully. After a while, she let go of her hand, turned around and looked at Tom, "It's just ordinary The loss of strength is quite normal."

Tengman gently wove himself into a hammock, and Adele lay on her side on the bed, frowning and not sleeping peacefully.

"That's good." Tom still trusts Royna's knowledge very much. In his opinion, Royna's level in this area is at least better than that of his black-eyed layman and Credence's groping. The grass roots crossing the river should be strong, "She doesn't have any sequelae, right? The kind of magic that destroys mountains...Adele is only eleven years old, and just entered the first grade..."

"The magic power of the Obscure has nothing to do with the accumulation of time, but only with the intensity of the emotions in his heart."

Roy explained on the other side, but his hands were not idle. Flowers with different colors and gleaming rune patterns approached Adele, and saw her clearly in her sleep. The mist mixed with pollen burst from the stamens. The air surged out, wrapping Adele, and soon, her expression eased, and Tom smelled the portrait was also a little dizzy, so he couldn't help but took a step back.

"How does it taste? I picked it carefully," Royna opened Adele's eyes again, and a leaf-like green light shot out from her eyes, shining right into Adele's pupils. The eyes turned around and returned to Royna's eyes. Adele's unconsciously trembling pupils seemed to be divided into two evenly in her sleep. Soon, Royna with a strange expression completely put down Adele, looked at Tom, and sighed. , "It's amazing."

"How amazing?"

"Ordinary obscurity, between the wizard body and obscurity is a pure, antagonistic, competitive relationship that ebbs and flows. Just take the boy who went to your hut to get water for example. Look at him now. Polite, shy even, but when the silence inside him riots, he becomes a destructive, totally incommunicable murderer."

Roy clenched his fists, and the vines holding Adele swelled, and emerald green translucent resin gushed out from the bark, wrapping Adele little by little like amber, similar to when he was treating Nagini at that time. It was exactly the same, the sleeping Adele was as peaceful as a baby in the mother's arms, and Royna suddenly added, "By the way, this consumes a lot."

"It's easy to say." Tom nodded. He is a man of knowledge and a man of wealth.

"The Moran in this little girl's body has been assimilated by her, which is equivalent to writing the life of a wizard into a blank soul. It's really amazing that Moran's magic body can be like a soul..."

"Is that a bad thing?" Tom thought, frowning.

"It depends on the situation. After all, the silent instinct is evil. This cannot be changed, but when it has the thinking and logic of a wizard, no one will know what will happen. I guess this is the cure that Nelson came up with last time. I can see that he is very... very unconstrained in this regard," Roy said with his head tilted, "maybe silently can reach an unprecedented reconciliation with the wizard, or maybe, be a monster who can destroy everything just by instinct If you have wisdom, then you will understand the consequences."

"hiss……"

"But don't worry too much. After all, the blood-cursed orc was cured last time by using the Transfiguration technique. Maybe this is the most correct way to treat the Obscure."

"hope so."

"I think if I want to live in the society of your wizards in the future, I can consider becoming a doctor." Royna said with a smile, "Since I met you two, my life has been continuously saved and restored magic The damage took over."

"Occupy?" retorted Tom. "It's been a long time."

"Long? To you wizards, perhaps, but to a tree, or a memory that lasts forever, it's nothing."

Royna shook his fingers, and the resin gradually submerged into Adele's head. Suddenly, her long hair bundled up in the resin that had not yet solidified "bang", the hair rope snapped, and the oak The fruit was thrown high by the elastic force of the broken hair rope, drew a sharp ups and downs arc, fell heavily to the ground, and was knocked in half by the hard ground. There were no nuts inside, only two hard shells.

"Huh? Is this something?"

"Do you know him?" Tom asked softly, blinking.

"Of course I know it. In fact, no one knows it better than me," said a sunflower plant rising from the ground at Royna's feet, using a disk full of stamens to support the half of the husk that fell to the ground. When she got up, she pinched the husk with green fingers (literally), held it in front of her eyes, looked at it carefully, and showed nostalgic look, "This is me... Rowena Ravenclaw gave Huo The prototype of the magic circle designed by Gwartz, as you may know, there is some kind of magic in the castle of Hogwarts, which can absorb the magic power released by the little wizard unconsciously, as the source of magic power for the daily operation of the castle, and prevent small The duty of the wizard's magic riot."

"I know," Tom nodded. "If you say this, there may be someone who knows better than you."

"Of course," Royna agreed humbly, "That accumulated magical power gave birth to a castle elf. Before the Big Four left one after another, its existence became more and more clear. It seems that in the days when the founder was away, it Protect you well."

"Hehe, I hope so." Tom twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "So Peeves hatched from... er, this acorn?"

"Is it called Peeves? What a cute name," Royna continued, looking at the acorn shell. "I remember it was supposed to be an almond, but it doesn't matter. When the Big Four founded the school, little The probability of wizards giving birth to Obscures is very high. It was created in the first place to find a way to curb their magic riots when the young wizards who might become Obscures broke out. All previous principals should have mastered its production method. The one on the little girl's head should have been improved in some way, and it is much simpler than the runes back then, maybe this is the trend of magic development in the past thousand years..."

Seeing that Roy was about to enter the Ravenclaw-style research passion, Tom hurriedly interrupted her, expressing his doubts, "I have seen this acorn before, it was given to Gnar by Dumbledore , At that time, he was only a professor of transformation."

"That's impossible," Royna said firmly, "This thing not only has the ability to control the Obscure, it's impossible to get out."

"Maybe it was given to Dumbledore by the former headmaster, Professor Dippet," Tom said silently, "Maybe Professor Dippet gave it to Dumbledore to save Ariana, but Ariana obviously didn't make it. When it was needed, it fell in the chaos between the two brothers and Grindelwald, so the acorn remained in Dumbledore's hands... Dumbledore's sister is the Obscure, and he recognized Adele the Obscure It is understandable to entrust Mag to give the acorn to her because of her identity..."

After simply peeling back the cocoon, Tom almost restored the whole picture of the incident, and a large-scale family ethics drama slowly unfolded in front of him.

"I always feel that you are thinking about something strange." Royna said quietly.

"How could it be?" Tom denied firmly, "But the rest of the matter can only be left to Gnar to worry about, I can't help much, if Adele's problem is just a powerful enemy. "

"Slytherin students and Gryffindor students have one thing in common," Roy said with a pouted mouth. "They are both good at doing things that don't involve using your brain."

"Gnar is also a student of Slytherin."

"Is there any difference?" Roy shook his head disdainfully, "Do you think his plan is very careful?"

"Isn't it meticulous?" retorted Tom. "As long as it works, it's a good idea."

"From a pragmatic point of view, it does."

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Credence returned from getting water?" Tom suddenly remembered Credence who had disappeared for a long time, and couldn't help saying, "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'm here." Credence suddenly appeared behind the two of them. He handed the water glass to Tom, looked at Royna, and asked uncertainly, "Uh, you are the Miss Royna that Tom mentioned, right? Does this glass of water need to be poured under your feet?"

"Hehe," Royna covered his mouth and smiled, "You really know how to chat, just give it to me, thank you so much."

...

"Girl, bring me that bottle of beer."

Nelson was still sitting beside the chipped ice cap and fishing, his fishing rod shaking violently. The prematurely frozen surface of the lake made the fish under the water very hungry. When the hook is thrown down, the fish can't wait to take the bait and bite the bait.

There is a row of shiny silver fish beside him. The freshly caught fish are still alive and kicking, but they just need to be thrown on the ice, and they will be frozen by the way, keeping them in the most delicious state waiting to be put in the pot thaw in.

Nelson tilted his head, put one hand on his ear, and tapped his fingers on the pinna idly. The little silver ball in his ear received the news that Adele was safe and had mastered the power of the Obscure. He sighed in relief. , with a hand on the ear, the ball disappeared.

Adele's problem didn't seem like too much trouble to Nelson, not because he was arrogant but because he believed in the deathbed gifts of the thousand or so people whose statues surrounded the old postman, Standing on the outskirts of Boston in the southeast, looking at Adele on the other side of the ocean, such a huge hope is gathered in one person, even though they are almost all Muggles, but the pure spirit can still be condensed into a soul that can solve all problems. magic.

His fingers didn't stop for a moment, as if he had ADHD, just because there was a bigger trouble around him.

Jokunda, the witch who was used as a tool since she was a child, has a hollow heart like a clockwork doll. In her chest, the clip of Dr. Sykes letting her run on a broom before her death echoes all day long. During the short time we spent together, Nelson had heard Jokunda's desperate sleepiness no less than five times in the night shift—Dr. It seems to have stopped that day.

There is no father telling her what to do, what to do, only her strict and rigid elder sister keeps repeating what she can’t do and what she can’t do. This witch who always lives for others has completely lost the direction of her life. She can only repeat her father over and over again. The order before death - to ride a broom, so that the empty heart was quickly filled after the appearance of Nelson, who was somewhat similar to Dr. Sykes, and the speed of this empathy was unprecedented.

Nelson can feel her attachment to "Mr. Boat", but for him, the truth of the incident is always the first to bear the brunt - what is the difference between his life and Jokunda's? Wrapped by successive coincidences, the "eyes" behind him always gave him a feeling of thorns on his back. He couldn't sleep or eat without knowing who was playing tricks.

Perhaps the only difference between him and Jokunda is that he has a little awareness, but Jokunda is still immersed in the dream of weaving and does not want to wake up, which may be a better result.

"for you."

Behind him came the sound of Jokunda tilting the wooden barrel and pouring beer. Nelson turned his hand back to the tin cup she handed over, sipped the bitter foam that smelled of inferior hops, and said in a low voice, "Girl, the one in your package The egg seems to be a little cracked this morning, did it swell a bit after sitting by the stove for a long time?"

"Egg? What egg?"

Jokunda's expression was a little dazed, and Nelson's heart skipped a beat. Could it be another Winged Demon? Did this curled-wing demon pick on its own master?

"Oh, I remembered," Jokunda slammed his fist into his palm, and the crisp sound scared away the fish gathered under the ice, "That's an armadillo, Mr. Ship, it's also a magical animal. Is to let others ignore my own existence, no wonder I don't remember it, haha ​​- this is the way my father left me to escape, just take an amulet made of armadillo scales, and walk past the wizard who hunted me. won't find out."

"Huh?" She was in a daze, "but why do you remember? Is it because you don't know magic, so you haven't been affected by it?"

"That's great," Nelson said without looking back, sipping foam, "you can finally get out of this freezing place."