My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I really think she's going through menopause."

This is already the fifth time Alphad has said this sentence in this class. His arm just changed color and looked like bark covered with lichen, but even so, it was enough to surpass everyone in this classroom. Most of the classmates who made themselves look weird, he swiped his magic wand from the hairs that turned into leaves, and said boredly: "Does becoming a teacher really make a woman age so quickly?"

"How can you say that, Alphard," Nelson said righteously, while swishing his wand, muttering words, as if he had encountered some problem he had never seen while undergoing transformation, "McGonagall You must have secretly thanked the professor for caring about us all the time!"

"I really thank her." Hearing Nelson's boring speech, Alphard rolled his eyes, turned his upper body back to his desk, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at a robe that was different from the school uniform, and his face was immediately covered. A layer of dead green light turned back at a speed hundreds of times faster than before, grasping Nelson's arm that had just been tasseled, his neck ached from the excessive force, and the facial features on his face were twisted and shrunk together. Suppressing the pain, with a pair of big eyes shining with sincerity, he gasped and said, "I have some questions about transfiguration and I want to ask you!"

"You're welcome, Black," McGonagall's voice came faintly from behind him, she patted the plaster on Alphard's neck, and said in a calm tone, "As for your question about Transfiguration, why don't you How about me, the professor of Transfiguration?"

"Haha," Alphard said stiffly, "what a coincidence."

"You have successfully transformed your own face, Black, the color is no different from that of a tree," Mag said, looking at Alphard's increasingly green face, "I just don't know if the transformation of the material was successful? For example... Is it not as thick as the bark?"

...

The heavy homework made the seventh-grade students feel that the time was extremely long, so that when the bell rang for the end of class, few people left the classroom quickly. They all stayed in their seats and regained their sense. They didn't have time to adapt to this intensity of teaching and schoolwork, and they all showed signs of collapse.

But this class also gave the students a lot of rewards. Looking at the lush scene in the classroom, Mag stood on the podium with a gratified smile on her face, but after scanning the classroom, her face was very sad. Allegro got up, and in the center of the back row, Alphard's face, which was getting greener and greener due to the wrong deformation, was particularly glaring. She coughed lightly, waking up the students who were immersed in the classroom.

"get out of class has ended."

These words seemed to turn on some switch. The students left their seats one after another and filed out of the classroom. Alphard walked past the podium with his head hooked. The broken hair on his temples had turned into emerald green leaves. Let him look like a green sunflower.

"Blake, stay here." Mag called to Alphard who was trying to hide herself. From her point of view, at this moment, Alphard would like to turn himself into a toad and jump silently against the wall—if he If it could be done, she put away the lecture notes and said slowly, "I'll help you see how to deal with the damage caused by the failed transfiguration later."

Alphard dejectedly walked to the podium and stood up. It looked like a potted plant on the table, like a quail that fell into the water.

Nelson and Tom greeted McGonagall and left the classroom quickly.

The people in the corridor were crowded together, Nelson and Tom looked around, the reporter who entered the school stood awkwardly by the wall of the classroom door, the students, especially the Slytherin students, did not give him a good look , although there was no bad word, they leaned against the other side of the wall and left here, as if this Muggle was carrying some deadly virus.

This is also the "culprit" that caused the blockage in the corridor. Mike's face was full of apprehension, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. This feeling of isolation and helplessness made him feel extremely suffocated, so he had to stick closer to the wall Son, it seems that he is making a bigger passage, but in fact he wants to hide himself like a current Alphard who was caught teasing behind his back.

His eyes shuttled through the crowd, and soon stopped on the faces of Nelson and Tom. These two familiar faces made him calm down a little, and he greeted them with a smile.

"Oh? It's you," Nelson nodded, approached Mike, and said, "Are you going to interview Professor McGonagall today?"

"Yes," Mike nodded, "Professor Dumbledore helped me coordinate Professor McGonagall's time. I think people must be full of interest in magic that can change everything freely."

"She's in the classroom, there should be no one else in it now, you can go in directly," Nelson looked around, and said helplessly, "It's like a magic guy suddenly appeared in an ordinary parish school, can you Understand the feeling, Mr. Wallace."

"Hmm," Mike nodded quickly, and suddenly noticed something was wrong, "Huh? How do you know."

"I saw it on the press card on your chest." Nelson smiled and passed him, patted the reporter's shoulder, "I hope you can write a good report, sir, your current news, in a few years Afterwards, it will become the source of references in history books."

Nelson seemed to know a lot about journalists, which surprised Mike a little. Hearing Nelson's words, he also felt a sense of responsibility inexplicably, and his chest became hot.

He turned his head, Nelson had already walked away, and it was Tom's turn to pat him on the shoulder this time, Mike's shoulders suddenly became stiff, and he was instinctively afraid of the black-haired youth in front of him, although he didn't know exactly what it was For some reason, his hands and feet became stiff again.

"Mike," Tom whispered in his ear with an earthy but unpredictable smile, "have you found the toilet?"

"What?"

"Ha." Tom didn't say much, and left without looking back. Mike stood there, and it took a while to recover. Remembering what Nelson said just now, he straightened his collar, picked up his camera, and organized himself With a smile, he walked to the classroom of the transformation class.

As soon as he entered the door, he almost bumped into Alphard who came out in front of Mag. Seeing the patient in front of him, he subconsciously raised his arm to avoid hitting him, but his fingertips also touched the shutter of the camera at the same time. The spotlight blinded McGonagall and Alphard who were about to walk out of the classroom for a moment. Magnesium powder spread in the air. A Muggle reporter took the first negative of a portrait of a wizard. In the center of the picture was a green young man with a frightened A man with a thick plaster cast on his neck, waving his arms to protect his cervical spine, his face almost touching the camera, exaggerating the already distorted expression infinitely.

The film lay quietly in the camera, waiting for the moment to be published in the newspaper.

"Ahem! Sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Mike waved his palm to disperse the smoke from the cameras, but Mag was already a step ahead of him. While supporting Alphard, he used his wand to blow the smoke away. Mag stared at the clumsy Muggle and sighed softly. "Mr. Wallace, the elf will come to clean the room later, go to my office and talk."

"Professor, if this is the case, then I-"

It was too late, but it was soon, Alphard dexterously rushed towards the air strike between the door frame and Mike like a yellow croaker, but his collar was hooked back by a hook that suddenly appeared, and the forward momentum was interrupted Broken, his neck suffered a secondary injury again.

"Professor, I think you still have business to do." Alphard argued with a green face.

"Is there anything more serious than teaching and educating people?"

"I--"

"Blake, don't you think I'm going to let you go like this."

Mag stretched out his hand to fish, and caught Alphad who was about to slip away like a slippery fish. He showed a terrible smile and said, "After dinner, come to my office for confinement, understand?"

"But..." Alphard pointed to the plaster cast on his neck, making a helpless and pitiful expression.

"Maybe you are the only one in the whole world who doesn't know what is written on your neck?"

Mag lowered his head, took out one of the lesson plans in his arms, and held it in front of Alphard. The parchment turned into a shining mirror while waving it, reflecting the bewildered Alphard in it. A line of crooked words was written on the plaster superior.

"The plaster...can be..." The text under the flip of the mirror is not so easy to read, and Alphard read out with difficulty, "Before lunch...remove it by yourself."

"Go," Mag patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll see you tonight."

"Then what about my face?" Now that the "losing game" was decided, Alphard finally cared about his green face.

"Don't you want to delay my business?" Mag asked with a strange expression.

"I... business..." Alphard couldn't even speak, and after doing two sets of sit-ups with his tongue in his mouth, he finally straightened it and said, "Didn't you say that I'm more serious... ?”

"What are you talking about? Mr. Black," McGonagall blinked, showing a brisk smile that is completely inconsistent with menopausal women, "This is not within the scope of teaching and educating people, I think you should accept it. Pretty cool all day long, isn't it?"

Alphard froze in place, McGonagall had already taken Mike to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Professor McGonagall, was that mirror just magic?"

"Yes, this kind of magic is called transformation... Sorry, let me read the notice given to me by the principal first." Mag's voice paused, and then sounded again after a while, "It can change the shape and even properties of objects. A very useful magic."

Alphard's ears were filled with puff and puff laughter, I regained my composure, stiffened my neck and glared at my classmates who were laughing at him, but this made them laugh even louder.

"I just saw Williams going there," a well-meaning person showed him the way, "Tom is also there, it seems that he is going to the duel club, you can ask them to see if they can change it back for you, but I have to remind you that Professor Flitwick's dueling club has quite a lot of people these two days."

Alphard simply pulled up his robe and put it over his head, and drifted in Nelson's direction like a dementor.

"Yes, but it is not permanent. The time is determined according to the magic power of the caster and the difficulty of the deformation structure," McGonagall's voice became farther and farther away, "I must emphasize, Mr. Wallace, what you are after It is often something that wizards can't ask for, and magic like turning stone into gold only exists in the legends of wizards..."

...

"A skillful hand like yours can really turn stone into gold."

In London, a new city has been built on the ruins, and all kinds of passers-by pass by on the prosperous streets. It does not seem to be a city that was once baptized by conservative gunfire.

In Inner London, where every inch of land is expensive, a tailor shop that has not been open for a long time lies quietly in a quiet alley. The rare sunlight blurs the gilded writing on the signboard. A man in a suit and leather shoes stands At the door of the store, watching the inside of the store amidst the crisp sound of scissors.

In this small shop, there are dense clothes racks, on which are hung cloth embryos and semi-finished products of various styles. Although there are many, they are not messy. They are neatly arranged by category, which looks clear at a glance.

There is only one workbench in the store, which is piled up with neatly folded fabrics. From the gaps in the fabrics, you can see a pair of dexterous and slender hands holding scissors like butterflies through flowers.

Hearing the sound in front of the door, Martha, who was covered by the cloth, raised her head. On her head was a grass-green hood with elastic, which protected her coiled long hair. With a pair of glasses, she put down the scissors, stood up, took off her sleeves, and walked towards the new customers in suits and leather shoes at the door.

"Welcome, sir." Martha walked up to the man, showing a smile that a warm-hearted shopkeeper should have.

"Are you the only one in the store?" The man walked into the store, casually pinched the cuffs of the suit jacket on the hanger by the door, and rubbed them in his hands, "The styles in your store are very special."

"This is my shop, sir, and I have no apprentices yet."

"Oh?" The man raised his head in surprise, he was dressed well enough to be used as a textbook, but Martha just took a look and looked away, the man continued, "Sorry, it's just the first time I see someone like you A young and excellent seamstress."

"Thank you for your approval."

The man went around into the shop, glanced at the fabric that was just taking shape on the workbench, and asked curiously, "What style is that, a robe? Could it be the clothes prepared for the legendary... wizards?"

"Maybe you can help me see if it's the right style, and if there's anything out of date."

"Me? I'm just here to buy clothes, Miss," the man laughed loudly after hearing this, he pinched the hem of his suit and said, "Look at me dressed like this, can you understand this?"

"Aren't you a wizard?" Martha covered her mouth with a chuckle, "Your clothes are really elegant, I really want to buy your clothes for reference, but this is not the clothes you should wear when you go out this season, he told Nine times out of ten I, who dress like this, am a Mr. Wizard."

"Huh?" The man's expression became extremely awkward, "I just read a book and think it's classy to dress like this."

"Magic is inherently classy," Martha said, shaking her head, "and the thing in your pocket is too conspicuous, so it shouldn't be a straw, right?"

I mistook the snail powder yesterday, I went to ask today, it turned out to be fermented soybeans