My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor Binns, where are you?"

Mag squeezed her palms that were numb from the cold, and the unique icy feeling that her fingertips penetrated Professor Ghost's body disappeared without a trace. When she opened her eyes, she saw a billowing white mist. Covering up, the smell of oil and metal on the tip of her nose made her a little dazed.

Didn't you mean to go to the Mirage Realm? Why is there an unbelievably real city atmosphere here.

She thought of Platform Nine and Three Quarters at the beginning of the school season every year. Compared with that moment, now there is only a hustle and bustle of voices missing.

As this idea rose in his mind, Mag felt that the ground he was stepping on became hard and solid. He lowered his head, and the floor tiles of the station outlined straight and staggered grid lines, exactly the same as Platform Nine and Three Quarters .

where is this

With such doubts in mind, Mag took a step forward, but her actions caught the attention of the white mist. Pale hands stretched out from the mist, grabbing the living creature that made them salivate. .

McGonagall's body was tightly clasped by one hand, and she felt an irresistible force, those hands stretched out from all directions without mercy, almost tore her to pieces, she heard from Dumbledore About Nelson and the Misty Illusion, I only knew that this was a pure white, forbidden place for the living, but I didn't expect that I was already surrounded by the malice of the undead when I broke in.

The whispers of the souls of the dead resounded in the hands condensed by the white mist, densely packed, flooding into Mag's ears like a tide, her spirit could hardly resist the pull of death, and her consciousness gradually became lax as her body was dragged into the white mist .

"Come here, Minerva!"

Professor Binns' voice sounded in her ears in time, McGonagall's dilated pupils froze suddenly, and subconsciously waved the wand, but found that her hands were empty, and she used the strength she didn't know where to break free from the entanglement of her arms , rushed towards the direction where Professor Binns' voice came from.

"I'm here."

Mag lowered her head, not looking at those waving arms like a jungle, the white mist in front of her eyes became thinner, and finally, she stepped on the endless stone bricks and rushed to an area with a wide view, which was not a new place. The platform is almost exactly the same as platform nine and three quarters, but the traces left by time, the cracks in the floor tiles and the mud on the ground are all white. She is almost infected with snow blindness, and everything she sees is blurry. A trance.

She rushed out of the fog and ran towards the open platform, but a bunch of entangled hands wrapped around her neck a second before she was about to escape, her forward momentum suddenly faltered, and the severe pain in her throat made her unable to breathe , and then a huge force dragged her fragile cervical spine, dragging the struggling witch into the fog when she came.

Mag's eyes widened. She saw more intense steam rushing from the front, filling up the originally empty platform. Despair rose in her heart. Her mission has not been completed yet, is it about to end?

While struggling, Mag suddenly noticed the difference in the fog ahead. It was scorching hot, not as cold as the lost fog around her. She smelled the smell of water vapor mixed with steel, and stopped her when she was engulfed by the fog ahead. The strength to escape became weak, Mag seized the opportunity, broke free from the shackles, and rushed forward with his head buried.

"Okay, okay, don't run away."

Upon hearing Professor Binns' voice, McGonagall stopped immediately, raised his head, and saw Professor Binns standing in front of a foggy wall. There was a hint of red in the wall, and there was a smile on Professor Phantom's face. , patted Mag on the shoulder with a cold hand: "If you don't brake, you will hit your head."

"Professor...I...I'm here!"

McGonagall supported her knees, panting heavily, she hadn't recovered from the escape just now, recalling what happened just now, she found that she didn't have much fear, and it wasn't the will to survive that drove her to escape, but It was Professor Binns who entrusted her with the mission.

"You won't be afraid of it," Professor Binns seemed to see her confusion, and said calmly, "This is our home after death, and we will not be afraid of our future home."

"die……"

Mag is a little hard to understand why death is a wide and narrow fog, which makes her a little confused. Just when she was confused, the fog behind her was churning again. The hungry lost fog was unwilling to lose such a fog. Delicious visitor.

"Woo--"

The piercing siren sounded from behind Professor Binns, and the reddish fog wall suddenly collapsed, and McGonagall saw something she shouldn't have seen here anyway.

Hogwarts Express.

The red-painted train stopped quietly in front of her, with thick steam gushing from the chimney at the front of the train. She finally understood where the steam that dispelled the fog just now came from. Just when she was surprised, the fog that was briefly repelled It has rushed to her back, and the frontmost hand has already grabbed her bun.

The door opened, and Professor Binns and Mag rushed into the carriage. The door closed behind the back in time, and the overwhelming fog slapped on the car body, causing Mag, who had survived the disaster, to shake with the train. She turned around and saw A face made of palms lying on the door glass, half of the palm was cut off by the door, fell powerlessly to the ground, and soon collapsed into a shapeless mist.

"call--"

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, standing in the carriage of the Hogwarts Express, she felt unprecedentedly at ease.

"Is this the Hogwarts Express?" Professor Binns asked curiously.

"Yes," Mag nodded, "it's the one from before, exactly the same as the one that was destroyed in the previous attack."

"That's right," Professor Binns nodded with exclamation, "It's the first time for me to take the Hogwarts Express."

McGonagall suddenly realized that Professor Binns had never left Hogwarts Castle after he became a ghost. As a professor as old as the school, he had never sat in it, and he had never even seen Hogsmoor. German train.

"I thought the interior of the car would be the same as a horse-drawn carriage."

McGonagall took Professor Binns to find a compartment and sat down. During this time, the Lost Fog had been trying to hit the train. It was crumbling like duckweed in the wind and rain. Just when the two of them sat firmly, the siren sounded again. , Mag was pushed back and felt pressed on the seat, and the train flew away from the platform at an initial speed she was not familiar with.

She saw the familiar but unfamiliar white scene receding behind her, and the white Hogwarts Castle in the distance looked at her silently. King's Cross Station and Hogwarts were the starting point and end point of the express respectively, but they appeared at the same time. Here, McGonagall didn't feel too much incongruity.

She thought that the subsequent journey would be the same as Dumbledore described. They would travel through the white wilderness and see cities that were the same as reality but only white, but everything that came into view immediately surprised her:

Hogwarts rushed out of the fog and moved forward along the railroad tracks. The scene in the eyes of the passengers was exactly the opposite of what she knew - black, endless rich, evil, and dead black spread under her feet, and the railroad tracks were suspended in nothingness. Among them, there was a pitch-black cloud layer under the feet, and a ferocious green lightning was brewing in the cloud layer. A snake-like thunder roared out from under the feet, pierced through the void, and hit the white field hanging upside down against the window of the compartment. , Mag raised her head blankly, the white earth hung upside down above her head, fragmented rock formations and land fell "down" piece by piece, and fell into the abyss-like sky amidst the green thunder of dancing demons.

Everything was reversed here, she was hanging upside down in the black sky, with the crumbling white earth above her head.

"This is..." Mag was shocked by the scene in front of her. She grabbed the glass and murmured, "Is this the illusion?"

"It wasn't like this before," Professor Binns said in a serious tone, "at least it wasn't like this when I came last time."

Mag looked down cautiously. In the squirming dark clouds, blood vessel-like meridians loomed under the light of thunder. She could see them repeating the process of shrinking and expanding, delivering nutrients to unknown existences. .

The fragments of the earth that fell from the top of the head were crushed by the thunder in mid-air, and the lost mist that she could not avoid fell into the clouds and was swallowed by the bloody vortex. Immediately afterwards, the blood vessels connected to the vortex swelled, and something was shattered. It swept away, but the scattered residues were dyed the same black in the clouds, and soon, a monster covered in a tattered black robe climbed up from the residues.

"A...dementor?"

"The raw materials that make up the mist are the memories left by the gate of the dead passing through here. We came to this world naked and ignorant. When we leave for the next stop of death, we need to discard these things attached to the soul. "Professor Binns said softly, "memory shapes emotions, and emotions evoke magic power. In the sense of magic, their boundaries are not clear. The raw material of dementors, they are waiting, waiting for the moment when their master will open the gates of the border between life and death, waiting for the moment to assemble an army and shatter the hopes of the living."

"What is the next stop of death?"

"I don't know, I didn't leave those precious memories behind, I chose to be an undead mixed between life and death."

Professor Binns spoke lightly, but McGonagall could hear the pain in his plain tone, he turned his head out of the window, and continued, "Nelson's original intention when he built this train was to bring back those who were kidnapped by Salem in the school. The walking child, by the way, created a projection in death for the huge iron man he made, so as to satisfy his purpose of traveling back and forth between the two worlds. The fog doesn't hit him and his creations, but apparently not now, the Mirage is overturned by Helbo's magic, but it still has the protection Nelson left behind, and this train will take us to The end of life is also the beginning of death, and that’s when you need to contribute.”

"die……"

"Get ready, girl, if you can't resist the challenge at that time, everyone will die." Professor Binns had an unusually indifferent view of death. "Don't worry, it's just a matter of time."

McGonagall fell silent. She couldn't face death calmly like Professor Binns.

The train passed the rails at high speed, and the closer it got to the end, the white ground above her head became more and more fragmented, and the dark clouds under her feet became thicker. She couldn't sit still, and took out a book selected by Professor Binns from the package she carried with her. Flip through the history of magic book he was carrying.

The obscure ancient Greek was written crookedly on the yellowed parchment, even for someone like Mag who loves to learn, it was extremely difficult to read.

...

If I have to describe the past thirteen years, I think it is a nightmare, a nightmare that I always want to break free, but can't wake up no matter what.

He is a genius. When people are still arguing and groping about the use of magic power, he has already been able to use his god-given power to call the wind and rain. Such a person can bring about change and progress no matter in which era, but he Use it in the wrong place.

I have regretted it more than once. If I had been firmer when I left Sicily and forcibly left him and Pythia on Cavrian's boat, everything would have never happened afterwards.

But perhaps that event was written in the history of the world long before we were born, just as Pythia foresaw her own death.

It has been a week since Larissa left, we don't know where Rabini and the triple great Hermes have gone, but the harassment from him has indeed decreased a lot recently, even though Andros has been in his city-state Even though Zhongbusong did not participate in the defense, we were able to repel their attacks again and again.

I heard that Hermes had gone to a certain accompanying town to listen to his own story before leaving, and asked the bard whether he could read or write. This enlightened me that we may fail, die, and be forgotten, but The recorded words must be much more authentic and reliable than the stories passed down orally. Even if it is a defeat, it is enough to help future generations learn lessons. If we win, it will also become a proof of our meritorious deeds.

There is still a day and a half to go to the Stemon Canyon, and we are almost at the edge of the dark clouds, but the dark clouds there are thicker than anywhere, and I am afraid it will be our worst battle...

...

"I remembered... I remembered... It's been so long, you lingering guy."

Haierbo half-kneeled on the ground, surrounded by crushed stone prisons. Under the pouring of the spell, hideous wounds opened on his body. He looked like a madman. His eyes had turned into bright yellow vertical snake-like eyes. Hitomi, with a crazy expression, let himself be hit by curses, gritted his teeth, and said curses that people couldn't understand.

This scene seems normal to most people. In their cognition, Haierbo has been like this since the beginning of the battle. These scars, each of which are fatal to ordinary people, did not let him down. Half of Haierbo's life was lost, but it was the most glorious feat of a soldier, telling of his unshakable authority in his own era.

But in the eyes of Grindelwald and Dumbledore under the magical power of the time converter, these scars appeared one after another. They have confirmed that this is the proof of the fierce battle between Nelson and Haier who broke into the past.

"Unforgivable, you guys are actually tampering with my past!"

Haierbo suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Grindelwald. In the magical confrontation between his eyes, he had already realized what had happened. His bloody face turned on the battlefield, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally It stopped on Nagini, who was protected by Credence and treated the wounded with several wizards.

He smelled the familiar smell of blood.

"The offspring of an old friend, hehe," Haierbo's voice was as rough as rusty iron, and his voice rang in Nagini's ears. Pulled away, "I thank you so much, my old friend, you still want to help me at this time...help me fix my memory, servant of the blood curse."

Grindelwald suddenly realized the crisis of the situation. He was looking for the information Nelson wanted to leave in the scars on Hai Erbo's body. Before that, he had to prevent Hai Erbo from protecting his past purpose.

"Stop him! Be sure to stop him!"

As soon as his voice fell, Aberforth's figure sprang out from the side. When Haierbo controlled the snake shadow of the blood curse from the bone wand, he raised the picture frame Nelson left him high, like a slam dunk , according to the top of Haierbo's head and snapped it down.

"Let me go in!"