My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"happy family?"

Nelson raised his head. He didn't know when the environment around him became the familiar manor. However, compared with the barren, decayed and deserted appearance he had seen before, the prosperity here almost reproduced that of Sykes. Before the doctor's research was exposed, this family known for raising magical animals was once a glorious scene full of people.

There were noisy conversations in my ears, wizards with bright clothes but indistinct faces crowded the stands for customers to choose magical animals. They rode special cable cars and walked among fierce beasts. Repeating the path and words in Professor Sykes' memory, he didn't notice that the surrounding goods had already turned into twisted and hideous monsters.

Cracks on the mirror surface and reflections from the glass appeared in his vision from time to time. Nelson blinked and realized that he had entered the mirror world carefully arranged by Professor Sykes.

There was a heavy panting sound beside him, and he looked in the direction of the sound. Melissa next to him was as beautiful and moving as usual in Hogwarts, but just a step away from the mirror, her eyes were full of resentment. She still maintains the old look after Nelson tore the disguise, like a monster that will not die but will continue to age.

When the beautiful face and the ugly essence stand so close and appear in his eyes at the same time, Nelson can truly feel the impact of that gap. He can feel and even understand the crazy, A desperate hatred, even though he knew that her pain was never brought by him, but by herself.

The mirror behind her showed a broken beauty. Christian, who was sitting in the flowers outside the hut, covering her mouth and weeping, also appeared in Nelson's sight. Her face was abstractly cut by the broken mirror. In her eyes, the elder brother who was locked in the mirror was also in the same situation.

The magic prepared by Professor Sykes didn't seem to work very well. With the collapse of the mirror, those monsters who rushed towards Nelson were cut by the mirror before they could get close. It became fragmented, and outside the mirror, she struggled to maintain the operation of the magic, her eyes were full of horror.

"Why... there is such a tide of magic power? Why..."

"Don't worry, I will wait for you to complete this spell. I may have forgotten to tell you beforehand, don't try to transfer or imprison the wizard who has mastered the restoration of Sykes," Nelson said patiently instead of stopping Professor Sykes. "Analyzing the Mirror of Erised is a big project. I didn't expect you to be able to complete this job in such a short time at Hogwarts."

"Less...don't look down on people," Professor Sykes' old face became more and more obvious, and the deep trench-like wrinkles were ruthlessly destroying her proud appearance. "You are just bluffing."

"Well, you're right." Nelson shrugged, didn't argue with her, just folded his arms silently, watching her strenuous movements, Melissa in the mirror rushed towards him, but was blocked by the crack in the mirror way to go.

"Compared to you, your sister Jokunda is at least self-aware." Nelson, who was extremely bored, fiddled with his hat and said casually, "At least she won't regard kidnapping me as a feasible plan."

"Are you still talking big?" Professor Sykes' waist bowed deeply, like an old jackal crawling on the ground, her image couldn't even be called a professor at all, and mirrored Compared with the reflection that started to move in the middle of the night, it looked even uglier, "It sounds like you've seen her before."

"Yeah, I had an impressive exchange with her," Nelson shook his head, recalling the frightened girl in the log cabin by Lake Ontario, "she may not be bad in nature, but she still went astray after all. , I gave her a change, a chance to make her own choice."

"Sounds really lofty, really worthy of being a big man who became an official of the Ministry of Magic at a young age, ha ha," Professor Sykes coughed and waved his wand, the cracks in the mirror slowly healed and disappeared in front of Nelson, The repair of the broken mirror made everything in the happy home come alive again, "I just don't know if you can still be as calm as you are now when you have felt my claustrophobia and begged me to let you out calm."

"Sikes," Nelson watched her hand movements. The Mirror of Erised, which he had glimpsed before, appeared in front of his eyes. Yes, it becomes as easy to read as a popular novel. Noticing Professor Sykes’ mistakes, he kindly reminded, “What you should do now is not to strengthen, but to open up. For this kind of magic that reflects people’s hearts, you It must be transparent to maintain basic operation.”

"Don't talk too much!" Professor Sykes turned her head viciously. She heard Nelson's voice from behind, but there was no one in the room. She turned her head again, stared at Nelson in the mirror, and said, "You Think you know a lot?"

"Of course I know more, or I wouldn't have given Jokunda Sykes a chance."

"Your sympathy is really cheap," Melissa said with a sneer, clutching her chest, "It's obvious that she is the one who caused direct harm to you, it's that she put the Winged Demon in your bag, it's that she and the You have the deepest hatred, and you are still willing to give her a chance like this?"

"Then what can I do? I'm just so soft-hearted," Nelson shrugged, showing an artificially embarrassed expression, "She calls me daddy."

"Yeah?"

The cracks in the mirror were repaired with difficulty. Professor Sykes looked at everything in the mirror with a smirk, watched Nelson's figure fall under the overwhelming beast tide, watched Nelson stretch out his hand in despair under the pressure of the beasts, and watched Looking down at the young and beautiful self beside Nelson, enjoying the sweetness of victory, Nelson's pleading and admiration came from his ears. Shocked by such powerful magic, he longed for Professor Sykes to give him a chance, longing to become her faithful servant...

Nelson, who was still invincible before, knelt in front of the mirror with blood on his face, and his palms were bloody and bloody from the sharp fragments of the mirror. Professor Sykes felt extremely happy about the despicability of such a high-ranking opponent falling into the clouds. I really enjoy this feeling.

...

"You see, envy is not the gravest of sins, but it is enough to make a man stupider than anyone else."

Nelson in the mirror twirled the hat he had taken off, sitting behind a desk that was exactly the same as the one in Dumbledore's office. On the desk was the tea set that Professor Sykes once cherished. When did it become the flamboyant robe that Aberforth often wore when he played Dumbledore, the beautiful Melissa in the mirror sat beside him, carefully fiddling with the tea set on the table, he raised his head, the blue The eyes cast a pitiful glance from behind the half-moon eyes.

"In your heart, am I such an arrogant, rude and stupid person?"

Looking at the face that suddenly turned into Dumbledore in the mirror, Professor Sykes, who had finished casting the spell, fell into a daze. She listened to the voice coming from behind her, and turned her head stiffly. After putting on new sheets, Christian lay pale on the bed, tightly covered by the quilt, and Nelson was sitting on the edge of the bed, drawing wisps of emerald green mist from the girl's temples with his magic wand.

"you--"

"Why does a person who lives in the gutter all day have such a big mirror?" Nelson glanced at her, then continued to turn his head to care for Christian, "Maybe you have been with flowers and plants for too long , and even feel that human intelligence has fallen to this level.”

"You... when did you—"

"I obeyed your invitation and entered the mirror without any scruples. How is it different from you who easily succumbed to those people's sugar-coated shells?" Nelson raised his head, picked up the steaming potion by the bedside, and rushed She smiled, "Didn't you realize that I just came back from the Goblin Academy? I even got a little bit of cow dung on my leather shoes... The potion you used on Christian was too rough."

"I didn't poison her!" Professor Sykes wanted to yell hysterically. She didn't understand what was going on, but at the moment she couldn't even speak aloud. She repeated repeatedly, "I didn't poison her." She was poisoned!"

"You're in a hurry, I didn't say you poisoned her," Nelson shook his head, picked up a spoonful of potion with a spoon, blew on it to cool down, and handed the spoon to the girl's chapped mouth, "You Don't you feel ashamed at all for taking advantage of the one-sided justice of this girl who broke out of the quagmire and using power as a bait to get her to do things for you?"

"She begged me to give her strength, begged me to make her strong, and I satisfied her, is there anything wrong?"

"That's right, I can't even argue with it," Nelson's cold gaze swept over her neck, she only felt her heart tighten, and subconsciously shrank her neck like a turtle, "Who told her Anyone who knows black magic must be evil, and who told her to hide it from Tom?"

"..."

"Fortunately, my speed is fast enough and I didn't miss the good show. I even want to applaud you. You are the first one among all my opponents who can kill yourself without my presence."

"Uh...uh cough cough." An ugly moan came from Professor Sykes' shriveled chest.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Nelson tilted his head and asked curiously, "Why would I stand here and let you lock me in the mirror? Am I stupid?"

"Why, after being locked in, I didn't want to break free and escape, but instead watched the scenery of your home?"

"Why do I know that this mirror uses the magic of the Mirror of Erised? Even if Merlin is here, I'm afraid he can't see what kind of magic is such a big mirror?"

"Why am I kind enough to remind you that your spell has gone wrong? Do I look like the kind of person who would put his own head in the gallows?"

"Why, after doing so many stupid things, I still praise your magic skills at a critical moment? Am I sick?"

"Why……"

"Why……"

A series of "why" hurled at Professor Sykes, and her expression quickly became bewildered and even confused.

"What I present to you is not your mirror image, but the desire in your heart. Even Professor Dumbledore can't resist a magical item like the Mirror of Erised, which has infinite temptation. You, who have been immersed in it for so many years, have long since Deep in, do you think you locked me in? You locked yourself in."

Nelson sighed, and this sigh was particularly harsh in Professor Sykes' heart. In her opinion, Nelson was disappointed by his opponent's boredom. He shook his head, gave Christian a sip of medicine, and said softly : "Your longing... is really embarrassing."

The scene in the mirror has already changed unconsciously. The younger and brighter Melissa Sykes is sitting in the seat that belongs to Dumbledore. Sometimes it is Nelson's face, and sometimes it is Dumbledore's face. The person who is standing respectfully is standing aside, completing the complicated tea drinking ceremony for her, and the bright jewels hanging on her body are enough to overwhelm him even if they are placed on a giant.

Looking at this pure and worldly desire, Nelson did feel a sense of dullness—he experienced various crises in his magical adventures, and he was surrounded by dangers at the hands of various powerful enemies, and he was more or less victorious in the end. Feel or see their minds and ideals as villains. Although they are on the opposite side, those touching original intentions make Nelson remember every respectable opponent.

"They may be inhumane, they may be sinister, they may be difficult to defeat...but at least they are tall," Nelson shook his head, and cast a pitiful look at Professor Sykes, "it's a pity..."

"What?"

"nothing."

It doesn't make much sense to say these words to such a person, and even the humiliation has become without a sense of accomplishment. He looked at the happy family in the mirror in a daze, and it had already returned to a peaceful pasture where the grass grew and the warblers flew.

"Jokunda, get on the broom and run!"

Dr. Sykes' voice came from a distant hut, and amidst the explosion of spells, a broom that would cross the Atlantic Ocean in the future soared into the sky.

In the red pine forest within sight, a girl hides behind a tree with averted eyes, leaving a color that quickly fades.

"You've been shirking responsibility since then, haven't you?" Nelson's voice came from afar, "I've never been able to understand the story of the Happy House. It's midsummer, and it's like the time difference from now. Where are you? What about it? Do I need to make up a make-up exam after failing to graduate?”

"I……"

"You obviously have ten thousand ways to make up for your mistakes, but you chose the worst one——blaming it on others."

Nelson helped Christian, who was waking up, to sit up. She insisted on drinking the medicine herself, but she didn't take her eyes off Professor Sykes. She unconsciously raised the teaspoon, and the bitter potion slipped from the corner of her mouth.

Professor Sykes' bony forehead rested on the mirror, sinking in a little bit.

As Nelson said, he didn't do anything, and this woman who had been prevaricating all her life just locked herself in empty desires.

The ancient rune appeared on the mirror, but it was the world presented in the mirror. Looking from the outside, it formed a more recognizable talisman:

"What I present to you is not your mirror image, but your inner desire."