My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You say it's clean?"

Nelson grabbed Tom's arm and stood up, stomping on his feet that were numb from the cold water. The muddy water was splashed by the dragon leather boots and splashed onto the leather shoes that Tom had just cleaned. His face darkened instantly.

"If you're talking about my shoes, they used to be."

"No, I mean them."

Nelson stretched out his hand and waved lightly at the mud. A pair of spherical gemstones attracted each other and floated in front of him, slowly spinning in the middle of the two.

This is a pair of stones that are almost natural amber except that they are too round, but as a pair of gemstones, they are undoubtedly unqualified. One is yellowish and crystal clear, while the other is more brown and cloudy. There seems to be a cloud of turbid liquid that is constantly flowing in the impenetrable heart.

Just like his split life.

"Is this thing?" Tom didn't even look at it. He grabbed the two gemstones in his hand, held them up in his palm, and rubbed them like the old man in the East Park in the future. , look at this darker one, with some poisonous green patterns on it."

"This is Professor Dippet."

"Oh, so this is—what?"

Tom nearly threw it back into the mud with a shake of his hand, and stared at them with a toothache, trying softly to put the stones back in their place.

"Hello, Professor Dippet."

He put the gemstone back into the air, the magic power left by Nelson still exists, and the gemstone continued to rotate, but because of the deviation of the angle of placement, it no longer revolved around each other at the beginning, and the distance was getting closer and closer, almost bump into each other.

Tom reached out to Nelson's self-cleaning, dust-proof, fire-proof, and magic-proof three-proof coat that he had admired for a long time in disgust. He wiped his hands that were not stained with anything on the felt, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet Nelson. Full of speechless eyes.

"I don't mean that Professor Dippet is dirty, it's just that when it comes out of the mud, it will be stained with some dirty things no matter what."

"So you're going to rub it on me?"

"Look, these are the shoes I just bought," Tom shrugged, stretching out his legs, showing the mud spots on the shoes, "We're even."

...

"It's raining, Tom and Credence won't catch a cold, will they?"

Adele, who was firmly protected by the hedge, raised her little hand, trying to catch the drops of rain that fell from the sky, but they quickly slipped from her palm, leaving nothing but wet hands in the end thing.

A huge tropical leaf floated unsteadily from behind her and covered the girl's head. This leaf was incompatible with this forest dominated by pine and fir trees.

"They won't catch a cold. Adults won't catch a cold because of the rain," Roy touched Adele's head lovingly. She was well protected and didn't notice what was happening outside. The smell and the existence of Amando were washed away by this just right rain, feeling that Adele wanted to probe out of the leaves, Royna gently pulled her back, and said, "But the children will be affected by the rain. cold."

Almost every child is curious about rain, and even runs out from under the umbrella when it sees rain.

"I feel like you're lying to me."

"So you have to grow up quickly, and when you reach my age, you can be exposed to the rain however you want."

"But Tom said that you are a tree. Will I also become a tree when I grow up?" Adele asked without thinking, her eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands, apologizing again and again, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, it's just that I didn't even know that I was a tree before," Royna had already accepted this reality, and now she doesn't even wear the Ravenclaw crown very much, just using a guardian Hide it as the creator, and chat with it every day, just like visiting your own "creator", "Every little wizard has the opportunity to make a choice when he grows up, choose what he will become, I just choose Become a tree, what do you want to be?"

"Me?" Adele held her chin and fell into long thoughts.

Roy smiled, waved his hand, and a few vines with banana leaves came over to block the last trace of raindrops that might fall on her. She also put her arms on the table like Adele, Holding her chin, she looked at the little girl opposite with a smile, just like the Ravenclaw who sat on the top of the Ravenclaw tower when Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago. Looking at the group of curious little wizards who are stepping into the magical world.

"With them here, how can you get caught in the rain?"

...

"So this is a kind of magic, a special way to preserve magic power after death? The few dark wizards we met actually know this kind of magic. Is this an organization? The Association for the Communication of Mental Illness?"

Tom rummaged in his pockets for a long time, but because he lacked Nelson's self-disciplined pockets, he couldn't find anything in the end. He withdrew his hand resentfully, sideways avoided the two gems that were "swishing" in the air, and said: " Do you remember the eye I was given? It looked exactly like Professor Dippet, the blue eye."

"Blue eyes... something different?"

Nelson squinted his eyes, and they looked very similar, but that eye clearly looked like the magic eye owned by Alastor Moody in the future, and the similar appearance did not mean that they were a series of things.

"I tortured Caractacus Bork," Tom said, "that eye was found in the spellbook handed down by his family, and it was the magic created by his ancestor Haierbo. It is unlikely that he and the communication association you mentioned will have an intersection. The first person to come into contact with him in modern times is Grindelwald, but the accident that caused heavy casualties to the saints did not happen until after the party you mentioned of."

"Yeah." Nelson scratched his head, not understanding what Tom wanted to express for a while.

"What I want to say is, why is the final form of this magic an eye? Why not a heart, a brain, or even an empty bottle? If this is artificial, why would they choose the eye, if it is natural , and why——I am more inclined to this possibility, after all, none of them died at the time, so how could they possibly know what will become in the end?"

"Why eyes?"

Nelson originally thought that this should be a choice question of "why eat fish and chips for lunch today", but after careful consideration, he noticed a little strangeness. "Eyes" are not only the choice of the lunatics who are entangled with him, but also As a frightening sense of voyeurism accompanies his life, someone will always raise his eyes to him from time to time, so what exactly does it represent?

He couldn't help shivering, as if there was a pair of malicious eyes watching him in the forest at this moment.

"It may be an image," Nelson said slowly when his mind calmed down. "For human beings, we use our eyes to observe everything around us, perceive other people's emotions, and express emotions through it. As for the nature of magic, I am more concerned about it." Leaning towards it is an emotional cohesion, so the choice of eye shape was understandable."

"Did magic choose to become eyes?" Tom rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then he suddenly slapped his head and raised his voice, "By the way, did Principal Dippet have a soul when he died? It's the one you said, On the train to hell."

"Why do I think your description is so hell..." Nelson bit his lower lip and shook his head, "No."

He straightened his heart, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the yellowish eye from the air without any mistakes. A faint mist gushed out from his palm, eroding and melting its hard stone shell, and the amber magic power slowly Oozing, Nelson closed his eyes and his expression became complicated.

Tom thought for a long time, but he knew very little about the soul after death, so he could only shake his head dejectedly, "Damn, can you use your invincible prophecy to think of a way to predict what I will think in the future."

"It's not a bad idea."

Credence's weak laughter came from not far away, Tom turned his head and looked, and Credence, who was wrapped in bandages, was waving at him.

"Where did you go just now?" Tom asked angrily, glanced up and down at the bandages on his body, and added in a casual way, "Why did you get beaten like this by an old man?"

Credence was not angry because of Tom's attitude. After getting along with him for many days, he almost figured out the way this twisted young man expressed his concern. Instead, he was a little moved at this moment. He rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile, " The old man you mentioned has a unique skill, he may not be able to last a few rounds under your hands, but he has already gained experience in playing silent players."

"It does seem to have a hand," Tom looked at Credence's state, black and red blood oozes from all over the bandage, he pointed at the wooden stake that grew out of no one knows when, and put away the cast that he had just cast. The cursed wand said, "You take a break."

"To tell you the truth, it took me a lot of effort to get back with Nelson's teleportation," Credence moved to the stake and moaned easily, "In the future, when he encounters anyone he can't beat, he will go directly to the stake." Just throw away that white place and wait until people starve to death."

"Why are you running out in such a hurry?" Tom crossed his arms and glanced at Nelson, who was closing his eyes as if he was performing some kind of magic trick. His clenched fist was covered with an orange shimmer, and Tom muttered "It's becoming less and less like a wizard", turned his head and continued, "My problem, I thought Daguerre should be the stronger one, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

"I'm a little worried about Adele. After all, I lay down as soon as I met Armando. If he broke through the blockade of Nelson and Royna, the consequences would be disastrous." Credence patted his chest, pretending that he was fine, He said lightly, "Fortunately, he was stopped."

"It's actually good for him," Tom sighed. "It would be too cruel if Royna, the headmaster who was rejected by the founder of Hogwarts, defeated him in the end."

"yes."

Credence lowered his head, a trace of black blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, he wiped it with his hand, and the black blood evaporated in an instant, without letting Tom see this scene, he raised his head carefully, facing Nelson just now He opened his eyes, somehow, he actually saw a hint of old age in these young blue eyes.

Nelson blinked, and the youthful brilliance returned to his eyes. He looked at Credence's arm that was just about to hide, and said softly, "Credence, how are you feeling now?"

"Well."

Credence wanted to say it was okay, but Nelson's eyes seemed to have seen through him completely, so he had to sit there silently, shaking his head, without speaking.

"You're already at a disadvantage, aren't you?"

Credence didn't answer.

"How long are you going to hide it?" Nelson frowned, and appeared in front of Credence, reaching out to the scar on his cheek, but Credence blocked it, "You know why you Will he be subdued by one move? Because Momoran no longer obeys your orders, I tried my best to turn Nagini back into a human, not to make her a widow in front of your grave, you may explode at any time, Do you know? Do you know what it's like to explode silently?"

"I know, I've seen it." Credence lowered his head and said dully.

Tom's face suddenly changed. He thought that Credence was only ashamed because of the defeat, but he didn't expect that this normally lively person had reached this level. He ran to Nelson, looked at him nervously, and said softly, " What do you know?"

"Well," Nelson whispered in Tom's ear, "That eye told me everything, Tom, Credence is in poor condition and may...may die."

"You don't have to be so quiet." Creden spread his hands openly, "Actually, I know my situation very well, so don't put too much pressure on you. For the silent ones, it is a blessing to be able to live to my age. gone."

"But Nagini—"

"She knows it too. I never hide it from her. She told me that if you don't regret it," Credence unloaded the burden on his body and looked up at the sky. The drizzle had stopped, and the warm sunshine shone through the leaves. Gap, sprinkled on his face, "So I want to completely eradicate Second Salem this hell that could bring others as much pain as I did, just didn't think of it, you guys are one step ahead of me, so to the last one there My child, I am so concerned, I think if she can grow old happily, my life will also seem... not so meaningless."

"Credence..."

Tom wanted to say something, but Nelson stepped forward, looked Credence in the eyes, and asked seriously, "How long do you have?"

"I don't know, maybe I will die suddenly in the next second, then please run away." Seeing the dignified faces of Nelson and Tom, Credence said freely, "Don't worry, I can be at the end Seeing Nagini back to normal, I feel that this life is enough, I am hopeless, but you are still young and healthy, so don't be so depressed."

"It's not hopeless."

Tom and Credence looked at Nelson at the same time.

Nelson pondered for a moment, then said softly, "There is an experiment that exists in the theory. I already have some clues. Its by-products may solve the problem of Momo. I need someone who can mobilize magic power greater than himself, but Failure is far more likely than success, Credence, would you like to try?"

"I?"

"Yes, do you want to go down with Nagini?"

Credence clenched his fist, and then slowly loosened it. Nelson saw this action repeated several times. Finally, he raised his head, and the fire in his eyes was ignited again in the dark red blood.

"I thought, I've got nothing to lose."