My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Maybe there is a problem with your thinking."

Nelson stared at the shards of glass and gravel all over the ground in front of him motionless. Only the slightly trembling tip of the long sword pointing obliquely to the lower right revealed his uneasy mood at the moment.

The magic that had been active in his memory but had no trace around him turned out to be here - an ordinary garden that would make him dazzled, dizzy and nauseated like a Hogwarts nursery.

"A time...translator?"

"What did you say?" Lori Ann was puzzled by his address.

"Nothing," Nelson asked, shaking his head. "This magical experiment, is this an attempt to fool time?"

"No, how can people fool such a great existence?" Lori Ann denied, "I just want to try to find a magic, a magic that can put time back on track... You know, I am a foreigner. People are a kind of fool in terms of time in this world. I have tried various methods - space, soul and even reincarnation recorded in some voodoo materials, but the results are not satisfactory. Later I think , although your idea is bizarre, it may be the closest to the truth."

"Perhaps the truth is that you live in a book, and you need to tear the pages to get out," Nelson shrugged. "Wizards never seem to consider the issue of time travel,"

"Time is an issue for anyone to grope for a light source in the dark," Lori Ann said softly, "I am already very satisfied that I can do this, which means that I am one step closer to going home."

"Go home..."

Nelson closed his eyes tightly, hid his eyes in the silence, pondered for a moment, his hands and feet seemed to not know what to do, he flicked a beautiful sword flower, and put the long sword straight into his pocket, he turned his head, Looking at the haggard and unfamiliar face that I haven't seen for a long time, I raised my voice, "But you are too childish, this kind of magic experiment is not planting flowers in a greenhouse, the outbreak like the one just now may happen at any time Your life!"

"Don't worry, am I the kind of person who is unprepared for the experiment?" Lori Ann said briskly, "In fact, it seems to have formed some kind of closed loop in time, even if it is broken, it will soon return to its original form Restore it back, and even keep the last accident of the experiment, the expanding seed you saw happened during my first experiment at the beginning of this year, and it has been circulating until now."

"You mean, there is an intercepted and repeated time in this cavity?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "How did you do it? It sounds so...unbelievable."

"Don't look at it as big as the flower pot behind me," Lori Ann explained softly, "but it contains no less magic power than your big robot, and there are hundreds of pieces of magic on every piece of glass you break. The alchemy array—the one I gave you. When it is completely isolated from the outside world, and any matter and energy that we can observe cannot communicate with it, it will be completely independent. You only need to modify some parameters. If you make adjustments, you can complete a god-like creation. In fact, I don’t know what the principle is, but it seems to be effective.”

At the end, she added: "For this kind of sand that cannot exist in nature, I named it Time Sand...Of course, if you have a better idea, we can change the name."

"Are you wondering if this is possible? It sounds like a huge project, but how long will it take for it to complete the self-healing you said?" Nelson asked curiously, "It doesn't seem to be moving at all."

"I'm not sure," Lori Ann shook her head. "I've never tried to break it with external force. Such a fragile system may not be able to withstand the damage of that level of magic power, and don't you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"When you use that sword..." Lori Ann stared at Nelson's bottomless pocket, with an indecipherable meaning hidden in her tone, "When you use it to split the sealed time, the magic power inside is not simple It exploded, but something leaked out that I don't understand, and it seems that the surrounding environment has also been affected, have you noticed that the wall clock on the wall jumped forward by one second?"

"What?"

Nelson was startled suddenly. He bent down and stretched out his hand to the fine sand scattered on the floor. The silver gloves clung to his hand like liquid. Nelson grabbed a handful of black gravel, but they did not reveal an hourglass. The miraculous scene inside, on the contrary, quickly melted into the air like some kind of extremely unstable crystallization. He clenched his fist and threw himself into the air. A thick mist gushed out of the void in an instant, enveloping Nelson's body. Stop, pull into the blurred illusion.

"Perhaps this world that is willing to tolerate foreigners has accepted this missing second." Lori Ann looked at the place where Nelson disappeared, and murmured, "This may be a merciful beginning."

...

Alexander, who was hidden in the shadow of the building, felt Nelson's arrival. It raised its head, and its huge figure was like a mountain in the background of the city. The scorching steam roared in the duct, and its red eye lit up, buzzing towards the The owner said hello.

Nelson stood on the top of a tall building, his long windbreaker fluttering. He raised his head and met Alexander's gaze. In a flash, he appeared on the throne above his head.

"Buzz..."

With the iteration of technology, Alexander, nourished by magic power and lost mist, is no longer like the original cold robot, which can respond to the master's call. It expresses curiosity about Nelson's purpose like an ignorant child.

In the meantime, Nelson sat on the throne, bowed his head in thought, and after a while, he raised his head, drew out his wand, and inserted it into the groove left on the armrest.

Alexander's body came to a standstill, and with the sound of gears and pulleys turning, the throne Nelson was sitting on quickly sank, and after a while, he followed a path created by avoided parts to the position of the furnace in Alexander's chest, where the magic furnace In the crystal furnace, the purple Fiendfyre that Nelson stole from Grindelwald at the Second Salem station was burning, and the purple light source dyed his blond hair a deep black.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the scorching crystal, a golden rune flashed, and Alexander's core - a small silver ball covered with teeth and twisting and twisting slowly floated out of Fiendfire. In a sense, It is not much different from the alchemy dolls such as exclamation points and periods in Nelson's pocket that are responsible for cleaning and killing. This silver core condenses Nelson's accumulation and learning over the years, absorbing the power of Fiercefire and Lost Fog. The energy is constantly growing while manipulating the giant's actions.

As the core was taken out, the red light in Alexander's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the "human nature" part of it fell silent, leaving only the instructions and instincts of magic seal cutting.

Nelson didn't dare to delay. In order to confirm the authenticity of the information, he unscrewed the small ball. On a certain layer of the complex structure of the small ball, a gear that always rotates at a fixed frequency is still running, and the scale on the gear is still running. It marks the running time of Alexander. The principle of this small ball is similar to that of Lorian's hourglass. It uses the impenetrable magic power and the barrier formed by the lost fog to shield any possible external influences. He takes out a pocket watch from his pocket and pops it open. Cover, compared with the scale on the gear, the time on the pocket watch is exactly one second slower.

"That is to say, because I broke the hourglass, the time went back to one second ago?"

Nelson's eyebrows were tensely twitched and then quickly relaxed. He thought for no reason, "If I go back to school and ask someone to check the time every now and then, will they think I'm weird?"

There is no need to worry about this, after all, when he made the fairy translation of "Odin rode eight horses on his eight legs" in the ancient magic text class, his "strangeness" has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"It shouldn't be, shouldn't the Time Turner send someone back in time?" Nelson pressed the ball back to the groove in front of the furnace with some puzzlement, scratched his hair irritably, and said to himself, "Why did you turn the time back by one second?"

The ball flew back into the furnace, and Alexander woke up again. He only regarded it as a routine inspection. An imperceptible breeze.

The throne rose slowly, and it just wanted to say hello to Nelson, but the anxious wizard had already disappeared.

...

"Lorian, I'm sorry to have damaged your hard-won instrument."

"Experiments are always accompanied by losses," Lori-Anne said indifferently, "let alone a failed product that has not changed much. It may be a good work of art, but to me, it has far less meaning." When you just broke it, that momentary change was worth it."

"The time travel I envisioned would be to send someone back in time and space," Nelson said eagerly of his vision "For us, it would be too expensive to go back in time for the entire world, and in practice it would be— "

"It's of no value," Lori Ann continued, "I just analyzed its mechanism while you were away."

Luo Lian took out a sealed test tube from nowhere, shook the debris inside and said, "A second before you came back, there were still a few grains of sand and a pile of fresh leaves in it, but it quickly hugged you Dissipated like the pile that rose up."

Nelson looked behind Lori Ann, and the unnamed green plant in the flower pot had been bald.

"Its backtracking mechanism is very interesting. It seems to collect the magic information that has already happened and set the state of things back to the time period that was recorded," Lori Ann said enthusiastically. "We have now proved that there is a time that can go back time." Magic, but if we want to do what you imagine, we will face a new problem, what if we want to add to the past information what we want, which does not exist?"

Nelson didn't speak, just quietly listening to Lori Ann talking.

"If it's about the future, I've read in the newspaper that many Muggle scientists have come up with some good speculations that can be tested with simple magic," Lori Ann, who often reads the newspaper, obviously didn't leave room for Nelson to intervene. , she looked excited, as if she had opened a conversation box, she said quickly, "Inserting fragments of information in the future, this reminds me of some kind of magic that you are very good at..."

"Transfiguration?"

"That's right, it's—" Lori Ann was choked up by Nelson's sudden nonsense, she gave Nelson a blank look, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's a prophecy, a prophet can find someone's future location, and we This magical coordination of time is discovered, but what about the past? The past is not chaotic, but clear, but what if you can predict the past? Can you create an anchor point that does not exist, so that We were able to send information and magic into the past and open the way!"

"Excuse me for interrupting." Nelson did not deny that he could prophesy this time, but shook his head and said, "Prophecy and the past are inherently in conflict, and prophecy refers to the foretelling of the future..."

"Stiff language logic," Lori Ann shook her head. "I'm only referring to magic similar to your prophecy. I don't know much about it, so I can only rely on you."

"But I—"

"This is my experimental data, the principle of magic is clearly written," Lori Ann was completely immersed in the ecstasy of the new discovery and the possibility of returning home, as if she couldn't wait to continue the research, she interrupted Nelson's confusion , threw a large stack of manuscripts to him, and pushed him to the outside of the flower garden, "I'm about to start researching, don't disturb me, you must take this matter to heart!"

"Uh, so what's the name of this magic?"

Nelson didn't wait for a response, just the door slammed shut.

"Okay." He shrugged, first visited Professor Twelve Trees, stared at a group of students with strange and curious eyes, strolled around the library of the Horned Water Snake and Goblin Academy, and finally left with excitement up.

At the foot of Mount Greylock, Nelson was holding an unlucky tree, stroking it while meditating, a leaf thrown around in his hand became his plaything for regulating his mind, and his hand unconsciously condensed With the magic power of Sri Lanka's restoration, the leaves are constantly changing shapes, from eucalyptus leaves to pine needles to oak leaves, and even gradually no longer stick to leaves or even plants.

"I need to understand the nature of time... as Transfiguration understands the nature of the structure of matter, and Sykes reduction understands the nature of life."

Nelson murmured, at this moment, a touch of silver came out from behind the tree and was looking at him with interest.

"Nelson, long time no see."

A brisk greeting brought Nelson back to reality. He crushed the leaves in his hand and looked at Grindelwald who suddenly appeared.

"I didn't mean to scare you. In fact, I've been here for three minutes." He smiled and said, "I'm afraid that if you don't make a sound, you will reveal something that shouldn't be revealed. thing."

"Mr. Grindelwald, good morning."

Nelson greeted with a smile.

"It's afternoon now." Another voice came from the woods beside Grindelwald, and Dumbledore looked at Nelson wisely through half-moon glasses. "That seems to be some kind of amazing magic."

"It's just Transfiguration." Nelson shrugged. "Professor Dumbledore, good afternoon."

"It seems that I know your student better than you do, Albus," Grindelwald held on to the trunk beside him, and blinked at Dumbledore, "Look, I guessed where he was right away .”

"Just now at the Magical Congress of America, I heard people chatting that the famous Grindelwald has entered Norton II's office." Dumbledore retorted without giving in, "Maybe you have something important to do? For example, taking advantage of the emptiness of American wizards, to find someone to buy off the family members of those criminals?"