My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

If you have read the content of this volume at this moment, then this is enough to prove that my attempt has achieved results. It is about a disaster that has lasted for more than two thousand years, a curse of despair that has spread across the ages and spread throughout the world. This history will only be brought to light when it becomes possible to actually erase it.

I hope that you are exploring an unknown history with a relaxed and comfortable mood. Of course, if you are doing the same thing as me, then I hope that the following absolutely true information can help you stand with me in different ages. You on the same front.

623-620 BC was the darkest period in European history, and its darkness was not only figurative but literal:

Ashes spewed from deep-buried volcanoes in Sicily rose into the sky by some magic that I cannot record (and if I did, it would be part of them) and formed the balkan peninsula. Three years of horrible haze, it not only isolated the sun from shining on the land and plants, but also sprinkled poisonous substances all the time, the wizard who created this magic unilaterally cut off the connection between the residents on the peninsula and the sky, only a small part A little life is still spreading in the sheltered city-state. (Appendix 2-1.1, 2-1.2, 2-1.3)

And this biological father who is the ghost that hangs over the peninsula, the instigator of all disasters is the absolute protagonist of this era. This "A Concise History of Magic in Ancient Greece" is not so much a record of the development and perfection of magic in ancient Greece with outstanding people. Recording his ambition and domination, as well as people's resistance and lament, he is the most evil, most dangerous, most powerful, and most far-reaching dark wizard in history—the despicable Haierbo.

In 633 BC, Haierbo left from an island called "Sicily", ending his stable study of magic. This small island was composed of some wizards who went to sea. They learned from each other's use of magic. It is equivalent to the magic school in ancient Greece, but in this era when magic has not been systematically mastered by humans, they can be each other's teachers, more like a club for communication.

The island was destroyed by a volcanic eruption, and the person who predicted this disaster was the ancient Greek prophet, the priestess Pythia, who was inextricably linked with Haierbo.

He took a sampan, took Pythia with him, and fled with the people on the island, but soon fell into the same shipwreck as before he landed on the island——

...

Professor Binns was lying at the long table in the library. This ghost professor who didn't eat or sleep unexpectedly took a nap. In front of him was a thick book on the history of magic. A large pile of notes, old but brand new words gradually emerged on the open blank pages, and the second volume he had been waiting for finally appeared.

But Professor Binns didn't wake up immediately, he was waiting for Peeves, not long ago, he asked Peeves to find a professor to come here to discuss important matters, until the old ghost fell asleep, Pippi was late, and flew in through the library door, followed by the sound of "tat-tat-tat" footsteps behind him.

The young Professor Minerva McGonagall pushed open the door and walked in. She was fully armed, with several potion bottles hanging around her waist, wearing dragon leather boots and a dragon fur coat, with cold eyes, as if she could look from anywhere at any time. She took out a machete or a small flying knife, which looked like a female spy who was going to assassinate the president of a certain country. In the empty library, she saw the translucent, thin, and tired old man at a glance.

She slowed down, and walked gently to Professor Binns, wondering whether the ghost needed a quilt, and glanced at the books whose words were slowly emerging.

"Ah... you're here."

Professor Binns raised his head, he woke up, and now McGonagall didn't have to worry about whether he needed to be covered with a quilt.

"What are you looking for, Professor Binns?" McGonagall asked in a student's tone, "I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore later, do you have anything you want me to bring to him? "

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a while. If possible, you'd better bring Headmaster Dumbledore over here."

Professor Binns pointed to the book on the table and it floated up.

"Professor, this is?"

"This is history, changing... No, I don't know what it was supposed to look like, maybe we could call it history that's happening."

"It's happening?"

McGonagall was a little confused by what Professor Binns said. She shook her head and looked closer to the lower right corner of the two pages.

"That's right, you are familiar with the 'I' here." Professor Binns rubbed his eyes, and looked at this page together, "Tsk, the writing is really amateurish, can this be a travelogue?"

...

On December 25, 620 BC, I participated in a celebration in the city-state where the Temple of Apollo was located. In the eyes of the locals, this not special day was the birthday of the sun god, and the city-state provided free Bread and bad wine, thank you for the sunshine he brought to the world, this day has also affected many empires and religions, but for the current era, it is not very special, it is just a captive citizen to masturbate It's just a holiday.

This is also the third month I have been here, the 62nd day. We have experienced many unimaginable things in just two months. On this day, the priestess Pythia invited me to ride on her sun Carriage, we went to another city-state more than 300 miles away, looking for a powerful wizard who she thought could help us—the invincible Andros, a wizard who is especially famous in the circle of chocolate frog pictures.

...

"This... Invincible Andros, uh, is it called Invincible Andros?"

Nelson was bored to help Pythia drive the carriage, emphasizing the word "invincible". The carriage had been driven into the darkness for nearly half a day, and the world under the darkness was dead silent. Abandoned city-states and gamers could be seen everywhere. The strongholds left by the herdsmen, the roads that used to be frequented have become dry and hard, the fields are bare, and there is no trace of green in the mountains and forests. There is only a bare shelf left in place in a vineyard along the way. It shatters when touched.

"Yes," Pythia nodded, "he was my friend in Sicily before, that is, the sunken Sicily, where we studied magic together, he helped me a lot, he was very enthusiastic boy."

"Boy? With all due respect, Priestess—"

Nelson reined in the reins, the horse raised its front hooves, and stopped in the forest. It was said that the forest was actually a cemetery of dead wood. The road between the city-states had long been blocked by darkness. This invincible city-state No exception, Nelson can already see the sharp corners of the building behind the hill not far away. This seems to be a city-state built on the hill, but it looks much dilapidated and depressed than the site of Pythia. , there are more and more dangers hidden in the darkness around, and Nelson has even begun to wonder if the city-state has fallen.

He pulled out his wand, the tip of the wand burst out with a strong light, and hit a dead tree lying in the road. Not only was the dead tree not broken by the spell, but it bounced off the ground suddenly, and its roots were deeply rooted. Nelson plunged into the cracked ground, and then let out a sharp whimper like stepping on short dry wood. Nelson stuck his wand on the door of the carriage with his backhand, jumped up nimbly, and rushed into the carriage.

Pythia's eyes widened. Before she could realize what happened, Nelson had already threw her on the chair in the carriage and tightly covered her mouth.

The two of them froze in the carriage like this, motionless like two dead woods.

Pythia was just about to ask what happened to the mystery, when she saw a scene under Nelson's ribs that made her hair stand on end - the dead tree lying in the middle of the road slowly "stands up", its dry Knuckles broke away like eyelids, revealing two protruding eyeballs. This scene was too horrifying, but the next scene made her forehead sweat like rain.

The whimpering of dead trees is like a horn, awakening the dead woods on both sides of the road, and opening their eyes to look out, not only the road ahead, but also those standing dead trees beside the road in Yu Guangzhong, at this moment, they are twisting like water snakes. The scars exploded everywhere, revealing pairs of cloudy but blood-colored eyes.

There was even a tree that broke itself when it "opened its eyes" because it was too dry! The eyeball connected by a nerve-like vine fell off from the knot, and rolled to the ground with a grunt. The horse pulling the cart was frightened, struggled violently, and stomped on the disgusting eyeball. This scene It made Pythia feel uncontrollable nausea brewing in her throat, but Nelson covered her mouth so hard that she couldn't attack it.

But she soon discovered that what happened next was even more disgusting.

The dead tree twitched because of the pain, which was extremely unreasonable. No matter whether it could feel pain or twitch, it was a strange scene beyond people's cognition. Its whimpering aroused the boiling of the whole forest, and the surrounding The trees began to writhe in an uncomfortable movement. The dry vines were not fragile, on the contrary, they were soft and tough. One by one, the vines crawled up from the ground, tied up the horses pulling the cart, and pulled them underground .

Pythia saw the steed was buried in the pit, and the bulging soil bag struggled for a few seconds before calming down. The vines or roots that were inserted into the ground began to enjoy their big meal, just like a snake swallowing food, the vines Is there a moving bulge on the ground, sending flesh or other things to the roots of the trees, the soil on the ground is quickly filled up, and the forest has returned to calm, but Pythia obviously can no longer look directly at it. She saw Nelson pointing at her, put his index finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet, she nodded slightly, and then Nelson let go.

He turned around as silently as possible, but met an eyeball that grew on the top of the vine man, and the three eyes met. Even the well-informed Nelson felt that his psychological quality was a bit overwhelming , he grinned and asked stiffly: "Does this carriage have any special meaning to you?"

"No...no."

"That's good."

Nelson grabbed Pythia's wrist and waved his wand. She only felt a dizzy discomfort wrapping her around. She closed her eyes tightly. At the last moment, she saw the forest surrounded by demons dancing around the carriage. The dancing vine man drew towards the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, the two appeared at the foot of a building that Nelson had just seen on a hill not far away.

This city-state is terribly quiet, but it has light. A kind of white ore hangs all over the street like street lamps, illuminating the town with dim light. Nelson looks carefully, and there are some magic stones on the surface of the ore. The marks left by Wen, they should be magical creations, just as he was observing these glowing ores, Pythia, who was flanked by nausea inside and outside, threw off his arms, covered his mouth and rushed into the alley beside them Then, the sound of vomiting came from the alley.

"Alas……"

Nelson shook his head, took off an ore, and carefully placed a handkerchief on his palm. The rune carved on the surface of the ore obediently jumped out to his palm, and its light dimmed immediately.

He stuffed the dim ore back to its original place, looked around, and his heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

At this moment, Pythia leaned on the wall and walked back weakly.

"—Forgive me, priestess," Nelson finally said the sentence he didn't have time to finish in the carriage, "Generally, people who call themselves 'invincible' are probably not so invincible."

"Ah..." Pythia blinked blankly.

"Bad news or good news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Bad."

"This is an empty city," Nelson waved his wand, and the gust of wind that centered on him swept across the entire city-state in an instant, but even with such a big movement, there was no human voice, "The good news is that we There is no tail behind."

He looked at the silent Pythia and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I... I'm fine," Pythia nodded, shook his head again, pressed his chest in fear, and gestured to the trees, saying, "Just now that was..."

"Every living thing has the desire to survive, and those trees can't run, so it's not surprising to find a way to survive," Nelson said with a long sigh of relief. "The strange thing is, why did they become like that? Who is it?" Make them like that? Hai Erbo shouldn't be idle all day looking for trees on the side of the road to cast spells on them, and they are too... tsk."

"Can't you take them too?"

"Are you going to let me fight them and break out?" Nelson asked back, and after seeing Pythia nodded, he almost laughed angrily, "Sister, they just ate your Ma, who knows what's in those bulging vines."

"Okay, I understand," Pythia nodded, looking at the empty streets, and asked, "Then where are the people here? I remember that there are quite a few people here."

"Why don't you do a census for your own city-state? Is there a possibility that this invincible Andros has fled to you."

"Impossible." Pythia shook her head firmly.

"It's up to you."

Disappointed, Nelson opened the door to the side room. The inside was still tidy. He took out a map drawn on cowhide and crossed the mark representing the city-state under his feet. Going to the next city-state, just as the mayflies I came here to explore the mines have not returned, I want to see what is hidden here that can turn the forest into that ghostly state."