My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Damn."

The next day, Tom, who had gotten used to the lazy lifestyle after only twenty-four hours, didn't even show up in the morning. Nelson got ready, put on his normal clothes, and left the house.

This time he didn't even leave a meal, but put a hand-painted map of London on the coffee table. This was drawn by Alexander from the sky last night. It was more accurate than any map in circulation. Marked with red dots, Tom planned a reasonable foraging route.

...

"Mr. Boggart, good morning." Nelson saw the short Boggart in the elevator again. He shrank his neck, as if he was afraid that Nelson would pick him up. Nelson took out a cowhide bag from his pocket Handed it to him, "A gift for you, do you want to guess what it is?"

"A prophecy ball?"

If they were not in a closed space like an elevator at this moment, Mr. Boggart would have fled immediately. His over-reaction made Nelson smile: "How could that be? Mr. Boggart, there is a piece of ice inside." , enough to help you through this summer, it’s too hot recently, even if we work underground, we still can’t resist the scorching heat.”

"Thanks...thank you." Mr. Boggart took Nelson's gift and hugged it in his arms. The cold touch made the sweating man feel much better. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, " I haven't prepared any meeting ceremony for you yet, this is really..."

"It's nothing, Mr. Boggart," Nelson blinked. "You did me such a favor yesterday. This is a thank you."

"I'm just taking you—" the Boggart said, scratching his head, "I haven't had time to thank you for saving my baby."

"Is he also in the seventh grade?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "I don't remember that there is a classmate with your surname on the Hogwarts Express."

"You may have forgotten, I said it the last time we met," Boggart said with a smile, "He was still young, it was the time when the Muggles attacked Hogwarts."

"Oh~ If you really want to thank me, let me go to the Prophecy Hall to have a look?" Nelson asked with a curious look on his face, "Is it difficult for you? I mean, is there anything that needs to be kept secret? Category……"

"If it's you, it should be fine, after all, you are my superior," Boggart thought for a moment, then raised his head, "The Hall of Prophecy is not strictly a place with a high level of secrecy, let alone Besides, not everything in it is valuable."

...

The Hall of Prophecy is much higher than expected, and the distance from the floor to the ceiling far exceeds the standard height of each floor of the Ministry of Magic, giving people the illusion of looking up at the sky in the dark night with clouds, and the dark night sky Different, this "sky" is dotted with stars - crystal balls with silvery white mist are leaning on old or new cushions, neatly placed around them soaring to the ceiling in wooden shelf.

Nelson stood at the door of the prophecy hall. Mr. Boggart's small desk looked like a miniature model used by children playing house with dolls. Boggart worked here on weekdays, leaning against the The dense shelf like a virgin forest, the unimaginable loneliness, no wonder the Department of Mysteries is a place where everyone respects and stays away.

Nelson walked through the dazzling array of prophecy balls. At first, he found it interesting. The further he went, the more boring his vision became, and he was even dazzled by the dots of light. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Usually How often do you buy goods here?"

"Purchase?" Boggart's doubtful voice came from the door.

"It's sending new prophecy balls," Nelson explained, "how often will new prophecies be sent."

"Oh, you say this, it can happen at any time," Mr. Boggart said. "In the earliest days, there were only a few bookshelves that were not full, and that was before the Ministry of Magic was born, because many wizards would After some big events happened, they jumped out and pretended to be ghosts, saying how long ago they had predicted the occurrence of this event. These charlatans fooled some superstitious guys around. In order to prevent this from happening again, there were a group of highly respected The wizards of Glastonbury built a library of prophecies in Glastonbury, which is called Avalon, to store the prophecies made by some who call themselves prophets."

"Library?" Nelson's hand slid across the side of the bookshelf, the original texture of the tree and the marks left by time on the furniture were vividly visible at his fingertips, "Book?"

"That's right," Mr. Boggart's voice receded further and further away as Nelson went on, "at that time every person who calls himself a prophet will have a book of prophecy, which will record their daily flashes of wisdom. There are very few prophecies that can be fulfilled, so I don’t know who made a bad start. He stored the prophecies one by one in the crystal ball. If they were fulfilled, he would take them out to prove himself. Fulfillment, and don’t worry about ruining your reputation in the same book.”

"Tsk, so smart." Nelson sighed, his eyes flicked across the crystal ball in front of him. This not-so-round crystal ball was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the silver mist flowing inside also turned gray. The fluttering, mahogany base is engraved with an unrecognizable Latin name and year - 1664, he poked the prophecy ball with his wand, and the silver mist in the crystal ball flickered excitedly, and it also It's been a long time since I saw the visiting guests. The will to tell my own story is firm. This group of extremely weak magic power is still lingering after nearly three hundred years. Nelson raised his head and asked, "These are beyond the time limit. How to deal with the prophecy ball?"

"It can only be put there, Mr. Williams," Boggart's voice came from afar, unknowingly, Nelson has gone a long way, but the prophecy hall still seems to be endless, dotted with stars The magic power gathered into the Milky Way, leading to a more void direction, "The prophecy ball is cast with a powerful protective magic, only the person mentioned by it or the prophet himself can pick it up, the hundreds of years you have seen The previous prophecy balls, not only did they not come true, even the related parties and creators have long since died, no one can remove them from that position, this kind of worthless prophecy can only rot there, occupying more and more cramped space."

"It's cruel..."

Nelson stretched out his hand and wiped the prophecy ball in front of him. The bumpy surface brought a texture that was very different from ordinary crystal balls. Perhaps in 1664, a wizard who thought he had captured the future recorded the ravings in his sleep. It came down, but the vicissitudes of life, not to mention verifying the authenticity of this prophecy, even this voice was sealed in this rough crystal ball, waiting for the endless future in the dark cage.

The light in the crystal ball became more intense, and Nelson could feel its urgency to express, but no matter how hard his wrist was, the prophecy ball seemed to grow on a wooden frame, unable to move at all, perhaps just like Borg As Te said, that prophecy three hundred years ago, that throbbing, exciting magic power, may never be heard by anyone.

"Some people even use prophecy as a blessing activity," Nelson could hear the resentment in Boggart's tone even after a long distance, "I receive dozens of these prophecy balls every year, especially in the During Hogwarts graduation time, people are always polluting my office with mentally retarded prophecies of 'so-and-so will work at the Ministry of Magic'."

"You have worked hard."

"But compared to these rags, I'm most afraid of the kind of real prophecy," Boggart's voice floated faintly, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Williams, I have been working here for ten years, Before the establishment of the Department of Mysteries, I worked as an administrator in the Hall of Prophecy, which was still called the Hall of Prophecy. After so many years, I have never heard of the real prophecy, let alone your...heavyweight one. .”

"I was joking at the time." Nelson laughed, "Why don't you tell me where it is? I'll smash it, so that after hundreds of years, people will not be confused by what nonsense I said at that time."

"That's even worse, Mr. Williams. You must know that it is a real prophecy."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, sucking his stomach and turning around among the densely arranged wooden shelves, but this simple movement was a bit too difficult in such a small environment. At the moment of turning around, he felt his elbow It seems to have bumped into something, "You said yes, that is."

He turned his head and looked behind him, his expression suddenly became surprised - the crystal ball firmly "grown" on the shelf was slammed by his elbow, shaking from side to side, as if it was a magic spell to protect the prophecy After too long time dissipated, he exclaimed and stretched out his hand to the prophecy scout, but just a second before catching the prophecy ball, Nelson hesitated, he didn't want this little crystal ball to be in the sky again. It has been waiting on the shelf for three hundred years.

In the next second, the prophecy ball slipped from the fingertips and fell heavily to the ground.

This ancient crystal has long lost its previous toughness, and has become as crisp as a pancake. It didn't even rebound upwards. The moment it fell to the ground, it exploded with a "bang" into fine glass shards all over the ground. A silver mist rose slowly from the debris, and a young female voice with an awkward pronunciation whispered in Nelson's ear.

But the magic power of this prophecy was too weak, her voice was not only soft, but also intermittent, covered by the footsteps of Mr. Boggart running wildly, and she couldn't hear what she was saying for a while.

Nelson saw Mr. Boggart's shoes on the back of the bookshelf not far away. Despite his short stature, he was like a fish in water in such a tight maze, running fast. The moment he saw the leather shoes emerging, Nelson stretched out his wand, With a light finger, Mr. Boggart's body suddenly flew up lightly. He lost his balance and waved his arms like a landlubber being pushed into the water. The noisy footsteps disappeared immediately, and Nelson finally heard the passage clearly. The last word of the prophecy.

"He'll be with me forever."

Nelson shook his head, put Mr. Boggart down, and said in Boggart's questioning eyes: "There are glass shards under your feet, Mr. Boggart, this crystal ball seems to be too old. The magic is a little off."

"Oh... oh oh," Mr. Boggart's eyes quickly turned into gratitude, and he looked at the shards of glass under his feet thankfully. He was wearing soft-soled leather shoes today. If he really ran over, I'm afraid he will go to St. Mungo's soon to listen to Alphard's bragging. He glanced at the number on the shelf, nodded reassuringly, and said, "It's okay, the Hall of Prophecy has just moved here, and it's normal for some malfunctions to occur. , as long as you didn’t destroy those important prophecies, by the way, Mr. Williams, have you heard the contents of the prophecies just now?”

"I can't hear clearly," Nelson shook his head, "I don't know if it's a comedy or a tragedy."

"Usually such stories are tragedies." Bogut stopped Nelson, who wanted to sweep up the debris, and said, "Leave these things to me, and you can continue to browse inside, this thing is broken. You have to register, I'm afraid you don't understand."

"Can these residues be left to me?"

"Of course you can if you like," Boggart nodded, "but what do you want this kind of rubbish for?"

Before he could wait for Nelson's answer, the sharp bell from the door interrupted their conversation. Boggart put the collected scraps in a bag and stuffed them to Nelson, and trotted towards the door, "You See, when the devil is mentioned, he comes."

"Um?"

"Restocking, it's just the time when Hogwarts students are graduating, and some parents have come to pray for their children who are looking for jobs." Boggart quickly disappeared, "You go shopping, I will deal with them .”

Nelson shrugged and showed a helpless smile. He put away the bag containing the glass slag in his hand and walked deeper.

He couldn't understand how the prophecy balls were arranged in the prophecy hall. One second he saw one from 800 years ago, and the next second he saw one from last March. He quickly gave up on this idea. Useless analysis until he was attracted by a round and bright crystal ball.

Nelson Wertning Williams, 1945.

The surrounding shelves were much sparser than those at the entrance, with only a few on each floor, and they were far apart from each other. He walked straight towards the crystal ball, but the crystal ball was held by the other hand before he approached.

"The Dark Lord will use his thoughts and incomparable power to sweep the world and change everything. The only one who can fight against him is his blood-linked lover, but his resistance has failed, and the two parallel worlds will be destroyed by the Dark Lord. Pinch together."

Nelson's playful voice echoed between the wooden frames. He looked up and saw a face he hadn't seen in a long time.

He raised his wand, leaped back, and pointed at the comer's chest.

"Don't be nervous," Grindelwald put down the crystal ball in his hand, and held up a piece of paper with a smile. His face was not very good, but his smile was very warm. "I came in through the formal process." Yes, this is the signature of your Minister Nobby Rich."

"Grindelwald..."

"Long time no see, Nelson," Grindelwald shrugged, took out another crystal ball lingering with silver mist from his pocket, and placed it next to the Nelson prophecy, "The prophet is not just your patent, I also have it." Do you want to hear the prophecy that the ball will be placed here?"

Nelson shook his head silently.

"You are farther and farther away from the humorous you of the year, Zweig will be very disappointed," Grindelwald arranged the crystal ball, and carved his name and time on it with his wand, "And you think about it , In fact, it doesn’t take a blood-related lover to come forward, the student I am most proud of has already made me bleed.”