My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Pythia."

Under the watchful eyes of the four people, Nelson took out a one-meter-long cane from his jacket pocket, held it with both hands, and softly recited the name of the statue of the priestess outside the Black Tower Library. , leaving only the cane inlaid with amber suspended in place, spinning slowly.

"People here, are your pockets... all so deep?" After a while, Lori Ann stared at it and asked. Know about Transfiguration, or you'll have question marks all over your head.

"No, it's only as deep as his." White replied with a strange expression, "He has cast a traceless stretching spell on his pocket, and usually puts everything in it."

"It's like equipped with a backpack, isn't it?" Luo Lian suddenly realized, and tried to explain with her common sense, "The cane that looks so long actually only occupies one space."

"That's right, it's exactly what you think." Andre rubbed his hands enthusiastically, and continued to ask, "Then where is your hometown?"

"My hometown..." Lori Ann revealed memories in her eyes, and whispered softly, "My hometown is in a place called—"

"Miss Lori Ann." Newt Scamander, who was silent for a long time, said, "You'd better not reveal too many secrets to someone you just met, especially when he is already notorious."

"Newt, you!" Andre turned his head and glared at Newt, asking, "Who are you calling notorious?"

"Do I still need to tell you?" Newt put the suitcase on his lap and said with a blank expression. After Nelson left, he no longer had any scruples about hurting his juniors, and he didn't mind talking with these two saints at all. Do it again.

Andre also stopped talking angrily, and the scene fell into a stiff silence again. It was not until Lori Ann saw the little dolls rolling out from several surrounding rooms that she smoothed things over with a smile, "Guests, the room I've packed it up for you, why don't you go to rest first and talk about it after dinner?"

...

"Pythia."

Nurmengard, at the foot of the Black Tower Library, Nelson closed his eyes and pressed his hand to the iron chain tied to the left hand of the Pythia statue. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in his room.

He opened the drawer at the head of the bed first, and saw that the position of the feather on it had not changed. Then he opened the closet with confidence, took out the suitcase that he hadn't opened since he came to Nurmengard, and took out the Ben stuffed the notes he kept at the bottom of the suitcase into his pocket, then took out Riddle's ring, put it on his thumb, and lay down on the bed fully dressed.

Soon, a white mist quickly enveloped him...

"You came?"

Nelson opened his eyes, and under the upside-down tower in the misty illusion, the despicable Haierbo was reading a book while leaning against a sofa made of lost fog. When he saw Nelson approaching, he just slightly raised his eyelids, He buried his eyes in the leaves of the tree again.

"Why do you have books to read?" Nelson took a step back vigilantly.

"Why did you put a sculpture of Pythia in your own territory?" Haierbo didn't answer Nelson's question. He closed the book and looked up at Nelson. She had a pretty face, but a pair of dark green eyes were extremely deep and sparkling.

Nelson kept his mouth shut and didn't answer his question.

"This is a book extracted from my memory." Seeing this, Hai Erbo shook his head with a smile, and pointed at the book in Nelson's hand. It immediately disintegrated into a white mist and dissipated. He grabbed it again and found a book. A brand-new book appeared in his hand, "Do you want to read it? This is a good thing, and there are many magics that you may not have heard of~ After reading it, you will become a great wizard who is as beautiful as I was back then. "

"No, thank you." Nelson thought with his ass and knew that there would be no good things written in that book. He declined Haierbo's "kindness" and took another step back, "I'm not blessed to take it."

"Don't be so scared, we are grasshoppers tied to a rope now." Haierbo smiled helplessly. He sat on the sofa beside him, spread his hands and asked, "Have you been there? Did you find me?" Horcruxes."

"I haven't gone yet."

"You are a little too cautious." The expression on Haierbo's face became even more helpless, "From the fact that you can guess that there is more than one Horcrux, I know that dealing with you will not be an easy matter. ..."

"I'm around the place you mentioned right now, and there's nothing special there." Nelson shook his head, "For an evil and powerful dark wizard like you, I must have 120% respect."

"You misunderstood me, I don't know how your history has arranged me, but I still have to say that the reason why I am called 'Despicable Haierbo' is entirely because I used to play tricks when I was playing cards with people. ..."

"Let's keep your words to lie to children. Making a horcrux requires splitting the soul, and splitting a soul requires a sin that a whole soul cannot bear. You and I both know that you are just a butcher with blood on your hands." Nelson said. Not listening to his nonsense, he frowned and continued, "I don't believe that a famous dark wizard would put his soul on an ordinary object, and then throw it into an undefended, ordinary corner .Will you put your soul in a broken boot and throw it into the dry well at the entrance of your village?"

"Okay," Haierbo shrugged, showing a strange smile, "Do you really think it's ordinary there?"

"I looked up almost all the history related to it on the road, and the most famous place within a few hundred miles is Krakow." Nelson narrowed his eyes, looking at Haierbo, "but that's just an ordinary Muggle It was just the old capital of the kingdom hundreds of years ago, and the wizards never regarded it as a place of interest."

"You made a statue for Pythia," Haierbo suddenly brought up something unrelated, "but do you know who she is?"

"Is she the priest of the sun god? A witch with the ability to predict?" Nelson thought for a moment, "I don't know much about the others. There is not much written content in your history at that time, and most of them are even related to Muggle myths and legends mixed together."

"That's enough." Haierbo put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, leaned his chin on his hands, and showed a smile like that of Ikogendo, "That place is a place left in the prophecy of Pythia. I even forgot the name of that wild land in my time, but I still clearly remember the name of its future in the prophecy of Pythia... Is it here? Can I catch up after I go out? That piece of land Can I see the beauty of the purgatory created by Muggles in the most primitive way?"

"Come and plunder my wealth, possess my knowledge, learn my magic, steal my fame, and let me out!" Haierbo had an excited expression on his face, and he waved his arms like a fanatic , "I can't wait to pay homage to that piece of great art created by Muggles that made me wait for a thousand years, it's called—"

"Auschwitz." Nelson had a straight face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a trace of cold sweat emerged from his forehead.

"That's right, it's there! You are also a prophet, you know what will happen there, right! Tell me, tell me quickly, quickly!" Haierbo bounced off the sofa excitedly, rushing up as if wanting to Holding Nelson's hand, at this moment, he seemed to be more interested in the place than his desire to escape from the sky. He thrashed violently and landed on the ground in front of Nelson's eyes in an awkward posture like a duck walking. Raising his head, he stared straight at Nelson, his dark green eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he yelled hysterically, "Have they started? The primitive brutal killing of Muggles, that kind of barbaric—"

"It won't happen." Nelson interrupted his crazy performance. He looked at Hai Erbo under his feet. His heart was full of fear. Even the most basic communication is difficult.

"Ga——" Haierbo uttered a strange cry as if his throat had been choked. He took two steps forward and held Nelson's trousers tightly. Regardless of the struggling Nelson kept stepping on his face, staring at him. Looking at the bloodshot eyes dyed scarlet, he said viciously, "What do you mean?!"

"I mean, the Auschwitz you imagined won't exist anymore. I went there just to solve this matter." Nelson broke away from Hai Erbo's hand in disgust, bent down and grabbed a cloud of white mist on the ground He patted the bottom of his trousers, as if he disliked the dirty things stuck there.

"How are you going to solve it? Why are you going to solve it?" Haierbo showed a confused and puzzled expression on his face. He first thought about the possibility of Nelson sitting on this matter, and after a while he said dejectedly, "You Why bother with your own business?"

"It's not a trivial matter. How can you, a stinky maggot in a stinky gutter, understand that there are still people with high moral character in the world?" Nelson shook his head, looked up at the sky, and ignored Hai Erbo who was wriggling on the ground. "Actually, I don't understand either, but I promised others that I would inherit his legacy, and his ideal is to avoid such tragedies."

"What about you?" Haierbo thumped his chest and said, "Aren't you stupid? Rescuing me out, how can it be possible to get my gifts and rewards and save those lowly Muggle lives? Is there any comparison between these two things?"

"It's really not comparable." Nelson lowered his head, looking into Hai Erbo's eyes full of hope, "How can you compare with the cause of saving victims in war?"

Haierbo froze. He had never seen such a wizard who was not interested in magic and money, but instead was thinking about Muggles all day long.

"So, if you really want to be free, the tragedy of fate must happen again." Nelson thought about Hai Erbo's previous remarks, and nodded thoughtfully, "Am I right? Despicable Hai Erbo."

"..." Hai Erbo choked up, looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Do you think stopping Auschwitz will hinder the rebirth of the great Hai Erbo? These prophets should not be so self-righteous!"

Nelson tilted his head, showing a listening expression, and stretched out his right hand to signal, "Please start your performance."

"From Pythia, to the guy with you, and you, you are all too self-righteous." Haierbo no longer pretended to be a mental patient, he said through gritted teeth, "Yes, you can indeed see the future , This is a talent that countless people can't think of, Pythia can even fight against me, that gray-haired guy's mana is not even inferior to mine, and you can even guess the ritual that my last Horcrux needs to be slaughtered It can be done, but so what?"

"But so what?" Nelson nodded.

"Pythia is dead, and so is the gray-haired fellow, and so are you! And I...and I'm alive!"

"so what?"

"You people who spy on the future always feel that you are extraordinary and refined." Hai Erbo laughed, "But you are also a part of destiny anyway, aren't you?"

"so what?"

"How can you be sure that the future you see isn't the future created after your participation?" Haierbo tore off all the disguises, and finally showed his fangs, showing a sinister and despicable smile, "Playing with fate!" People will be played by fate in the end."

"so what?"

"Even if you stop or even destroy today's Auschwitz, another Auschwitz will be built in another place tomorrow!" Haierbo stared at Nelson fiercely, "You can stop it for a while, You can't stop it for a lifetime! This is the torrent of history, you can't change it, what should happen will always happen, all disputes, conspiracies and deaths will never be about who, but about the matter itself, as long as 'O Swithin' things happen, no matter where and when, my horcruxes will be perfected, my magic is not just for a small piece of land!"

"so what?"

"So... can you stop saying that stupid 'so?'!" Haierpo seemed to be overwhelmed by Nelson's question, and he said in a helpless rage, "You don't really think that I need the help of you, a crappy wizard, to be able to Get out of here? I'm just waiting for the right time, I can leave at any time! Don't go too far!"

"So, please." Nelson bent down and saluted generously, "Despicable Mr. Haierbo, please show me how to get out of here, I also want to see the world."

"..." Haier poised his neck and looked at Nelson, suddenly depressed.

"So?" Nelson held in the air, just like Haierbo did at the beginning, and fished out a soft felt hat from the air. He put the hat on his right hand, and moved it with his left hand, making it spin fast and lightly. He laughed and said, "You're afraid, that's why you're hysterical and furious. Despicable Haierbo, I already understand why you are called despicable Haierbo, but I didn't get the words "cruel Haierbo" and "crazy Haierbo". It’s a more resounding nickname. Because you’re just mean, you only play tricks on people who are weaker than you, and you’re just smart.”

"So?" Haierbo's tone was calm.

"You don't even have the talent of a prophet, but you believe in fate so much, you must have suffered enough from fate." Nelson shook his head and looked at the stiff Hai Erbo with pity, "Let's wait and see, Mr. Despicable, let me see See if you can escape by yourself, and see if I can do what I said."

"That's right, some things are bound to happen, that's the choice of history, but some things aren't, you must have never studied when you were a child, you don't understand such a simple political economy." He put the soft felt He put his hat on his head, leaning on the brim of the hat and chuckled, "I have completely seen through the fragile nature of your soul, but even though you are so weak, so weak that you let me down, our deal is still valid, I think I prefer to collect An unfinished Horcrux, and a more fragile soul within it."

Before Haierbo could respond, Nelson turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared into the illusion, leaving the soft felt hat alone in place and Haierbo staring.

...

"Huh——" Nelson woke up from the bed, the first thing he did was to take off the ring and throw it deep in his pocket, then he clenched his wand tightly, his tense body finally relaxed, and he leaned against the head of the bed and trembled like chaff.

I have something to do when I go out today. I came back late, so I won’t update two chapters. I will post a big chapter with a lot of words. One chapter is worth two chapters.