My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is your last year at Hogwarts, and it is also the second year you have entered the Transfiguration Advanced Class. Presumably, after such a long study, you all have your own understanding of Transfiguration."

The door of the classroom was pushed open, and Mag, holding the handouts, walked up to the podium with big strides, looked around the classroom for a week, and at the same time as confirming that all the students were seated, the originally chaotic classroom was quiet.

Although it hasn't been long since she returned to school, Mag's majesty is no less than that of those senior professors. She seems to be born to be a teacher. She doesn't need too many harsh words, and doesn't need to repeat those disciplines. On the podium, the students in the audience will consciously listen to the class, even though Mag is not much older than them in the seventh grade.

"Most people will probably not have access to some of the magic we learned in school, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, after leaving school... As teachers, we hope that you will never use those magics that need to be learned in the future." The magic of protecting and rescuing oneself in trouble is different from these difficult and powerful magics. The content learned in the spell class, potion class and transformation class will accompany you throughout your life, unless you don’t want to enjoy the convenience they bring, but So, what is the point of our learning about Charms?"

Mag stood on the podium and said softly. Although her tone did not have any special ups and downs, most people still heard the implicit reluctance and blessings from her words. She knocked on the podium with her wand and said loudly: "In the past time, we have been learning some principles of transfiguration and how to use them. To me, the accumulation of knowledge and skills is enough. Any powerful transfiguration wizard will have no more knowledge than a just There are many more Hogwarts students who have finished their sixth grade, but the gap between you can still draw an amazing gap, so, in the next year, in addition to more advanced Transfiguration, we The content of the course will become more comprehensive and practical, and you will find out how to use transfiguration to make yourself better."

"Professor, can you use Transfiguration to defeat a wizard who is good at dueling?" A Slytherin boy raised his arm and asked loudly.

"A wizard who is good at dueling?" McGonagall asked, "Can you give me an example? Gellert Grindelwald?"

Hearing Mag say Grindelwald's name without hesitation, the already quiet classroom became even quieter. The boy was taken aback by Mag's rhetorical question, shook his head blankly, and said, "For example, Duel Master, Professor Flitwick."

"You made a mistake," McGonagall corrected earnestly, "There is no strict boundary between spells and spells, and Professor Flitwick didn't only use Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration or even If some ordinary life magic is used properly, it will also have a surprising effect in wizard duels. Our principal, Professor Dumbledore is a wizard who is good at using various magic in battle. This is what he once taught me. Do not think that the wizard's battle is the etiquette of shooting magic spells after bowing with his assistants. You have never seen a real battle. In a battle where the only purpose is to win and even life, you will not hesitate to abandon everything, let alone deformation Techniques, even poisons, traps, and even bribes can be used as weapons, even if you take out a poisoned sword, Apparate to the opponent's back and strike him, it's all okay."

Tom gave Nelson a strange look, then quickly looked away.

"I see, Professor."

"I must emphasize again that even when Grindelwald and his henchmen were raging around the world in the past few years, the war did not affect most wizards. Our education always emphasized learning spells to make ourselves stronger , but the world is no longer the situation of hundreds of thousands of years of fighting and life and death," McGonagall picked up the handout and said without raising her head, "The meaning of magic is to make you better, not to become better. powerful."

"I was wrong...professor." The boy lowered his head in shame.

"By the way, since you mentioned Professor Flitwick, you must know that I am in the same class as him, and we used to have some duel contacts before," McGonagall raised her chin and said flatly, "I also I was lucky enough to beat him a few rounds."

Just when the students were about to start the discussion, Mag had already opened the handout and said: "What we are going to study today is the first chapter in the textbook. Let's assign this week's homework first, a twenty-five-inch essay. Explain the application and principles of human body deformation in various aspects, including at least five fields."

"twenty five--"

"Turn the book to the fifth page. Let's first understand the conditions for human body deformation."

"I feel like she's about to reach menopause, and she's twenty-five all of a sudden. I remember that last semester's homework was not so long." Alphard turned his head, facing Nelson in the back row, and said in a low voice with a bitter face, "My sister used to The same is true, when she was in the fifth grade, she was irritable for a long time during the vacation because of a broken relationship, and she tortured me like this for two whole months..."

Alphard is in a ridiculous state, with a thick plaster cast on his neck, his head tilted to one side, his shoulders hunched strangely, and his head can only be turned by the rotation of his body. This morning, when Tom and Nelson When he came to the auditorium yawning, he couldn't find Alphard's figure at all. After asking his roommates, he found out that he had already gone to the school hospital for medical treatment because of "serious stiff neck" early this morning.

After eating, the two people who were concerned about Alphard rushed to the school hospital. Miss Joy's undisguised laughter could be heard across the corridor. Finally, they saw that the neck was firmly fixed on the hospital bed of the school hospital. Alphard, according to Miss Joy, he experienced repeated throws, just like a ball used to perform acrobatics in a circus, but Alphard said that he had no memory of this at all, and even insisted that he It's a stiff neck at night.

"Then your pillow should be at least fifteen feet high, or I can't imagine how it could have made you like that."

Miss Joy played with Alphad for a long time as if playing with a toy. After a dizzying manipulation, she told Alphad that he could be discharged from the hospital to attend classes.

"You can just catch up with the first class this morning," Miss Joy used her magic wand to control Alphard, who looked like a puppet with dull eyes, to get off the hospital bed, "This kind of injury...you can completely trust Miss Joy, It won't delay your studies, don't worry!"

Alphard trembled like a sudden illness, looked at Ms. Joy with the eyes of a devil, and mumbled his lips, it took a lot of effort to digest the sad news, "I think I... still need Check again."

"Do you doubt my medical skills?" Miss Joy raised her waist in dissatisfaction and said, "You can come to check after class!"

"I completely trust... It's just that I'm afraid that if something goes wrong with me, it will cause trouble for the school. After all, only when you are healthy can you study well, so you can check it for me again. I can ask Nelson to ask for leave for me, and you will help me. It's a fake... right?"

Miss Joy listened to him patiently for a long time, and said in Alphard's expectant eyes, "No."

In Nelson's eyes, Alphard's soul was almost dead.

Even now, he doesn't know whether Alphard slept so deeply last night because of his quality of sleep, or because he was already unconscious when Tom threw him away for the first time.

"I hope someone can invent the magic of automatically writing homework... Wait, I'm about to graduate soon, why do I have such a wish? Isn't it a student after it's cheaper?" Nelson shook his head and asked curiously, "You just said that your sister was broken in love..."

"Ah, she often falls in love," Alphard said with a bitter face. "I don't even know who she is in love with. I think it might just be an excuse she made to torture me. After all, she is so good at making excuses."

"Maybe you are the only idiot in the world who doesn't know," the girl sitting next to Alphard snorted, "Didn't you ask Miss Joy to look at your eyes for you when you were in the school hospital just now? Oh no, Zhizhi brain."

"That's great, I'm going to write this sentence down in my notebook," Nelson gave a thumbs up, "It's much better than those modal particles on Merlin's underwear."

...

"I don't know if the person who wrote the textbook was a little out of touch with reality," said Nelson during the practice time in the middle of the course. After Nelson helped a classmate at the next table fix his green finger swollen like a banana for the third time, he turned his head and admired the Tom, who was looking at his blooming arms, said, "Compared to the sixth grade, the first chapter of the transformation class in the seventh grade is more intensive."

"Is there? I feel okay." Tom couldn't hold back, and touched the white flowers on the branch, but he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and a petal fell off, and his expression immediately became ugly, "Damn it , My fingernail seems to have fallen off, I admit, the difficulty is indeed much higher."

"I think it's a barb, you can go buy some oily ointment and apply it. I remember I saw a snake ointment from Brazil at the World Expo," Nelson said, turning the quill on the table into a pair of tweezers. Picking up the petals that Tom had fallen, he put it back, "Autumn will be drier."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Tom looked suspiciously at the unlucky egg stuck between the petals, "After the deformation is lifted, I won't lose a finger."

"I'll stick it back for you, okay?" Nelson pointed at the petals with his wand, but the effect was somewhat different from what he expected. Another petal popped out, squeezing out the previous one, and he spread his hands in embarrassment. , "Whatever it is? Anyway, you have a new barb."

"Okay." Tom withdrew his hand and shook his arm. The bark became dry and cracked, and fell off quickly. His arm stretched out from the heart of the tree intact, without missing any nails or barbs. "I caught a man on my way back last night."

"Who? Grindelwald?"

"Uh... that reporter, that guy on the Hogwarts Express looking for the toilet, his name is Mike Wallace, sneaking around in the corridors in the middle of the night and picking on the Fat Lady," Tom whispered, "that's true." It's so obscene."

"What's his name?" Nelson showed a strange expression, and picked his ear with his arm that turned into a branch.

"Mike Wallace, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing... But your description is really amazing. How could someone do something to a painting," Nelson said "噫", leaning back, while controlling his arms that turned into branches to produce various textures. different flowers, "Fat Lady? Is that the portrait at the door of the Gryffindor lounge?"

"No, in the corridor leading to Slytherin from the Ravenclaw tower, there is a gargoyle statue, and there is a secret passage behind us that we haven't seen," Tom said. He is indeed quite a genius, you know? He actually found a way to break the anti-marking spell!"

"What? Did he mark the way to Hogwarts by throwing breadcrumbs on the ground?"

"It's not so fairytale, but it's almost the same. He drew all the iconic landscapes along the Hogwarts Express. If you follow the map, I'm afraid you can really find it here. And I heard that Dumbledore wanted to let this Muggle in. Temporarily revoking the castle's Muggle Repelling Charm," Tom tried again to transform his arm into a tree trunk, this time his forearm turned into a beautiful piece of yew, as beautiful as his wand, and he bent hard Arm, picked out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, and handed it to Nelson, "Fortunately, I caught him yesterday, otherwise who knows what will happen, now it seems that what you said is indeed right, that reporter is not Simple, I put a mark on him and I gotta keep an eye on him to see what this guy is up to."

"Curiosity is normal. Compared with the information provided by wizards, Muggles must be more willing to believe what they collected by their own methods. When I met him on the train, he had been testing me. He must know something. Nelson took the crystal bottle, looked at the tumbling silver steam in the bottle, and said, "If you are not curious at all, then it is dangerous. This kind of curiosity is a good thing for each other, isn't it?"

"As long as he is not pure, he can be used."

"I suggest you publish a book, Tom." Nelson stuffed the crystal bottle into his pocket. "Did you read the Times this morning?"

"How can I have time to read the newspaper? Not everyone can go back to the dormitory immediately and sleep like a piece of wood."

"His newsletter yesterday has appeared in the newspapers, and his introduction to Hogwarts can be regarded as pertinent and comprehensive," Nelson nodded, and said, "I also saw a funny piece of news. A cabinet official suggested that some wizard councilors be selected to join the cabinet. In this way, the interests of all parties are guaranteed.”

"..."

"He has even submitted a bill and entered the discussion process. I have to say, he is still a warm-hearted and lovely guy," Nelson said with a smile, "Although it is absurd, it is much better than the east side. There is news, and I heard people say that someone in Bulgaria is already preparing to register, and he just asked a marquis to confer the duke title on him a few days ago."

"The marquis canonize... the duke?"

"Maybe he studied mathematics as two one three four five six seven when he was a child."

Nelson wanted to continue, but was cut short.

"Help, I can't change my arm!"

"Wait a minute, I'm coming."

Nelson looked up at a classmate at the next table who looked like a coat rack.