My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 115 Ancient Transfiguration

"Tom?"

"Um……"

Tom's pain was vividly displayed in the mirror. The knuckles of the hands holding his head turned white from the effort, and the black hair was exposed from between the fingers. Under the tearing, the black hair fell off from the top of his head and covered the mirror. up, blocking Nelson's view.

Seeing his friend's pain, Nelson curled up his hand holding the ring. He tightly held the ring of the Gunter family, with his lips slightly parted. After muttering for a long time, he finally uttered a sentence with difficulty:
"Are you ok?"

"I am fine."

Tom opened his mouth slowly, and the hoarse voice made Nelson's heart tremble. He calmed down from the strong emotion, and raised his head. His scarlet eyes and bloodshot eye sockets looked extremely hideous, like a dark wizard who had gone mad. Anyone who can see him can feel the sadness that seems to hit all around in this emaciated young man.

Even so, Tom still realized that Nelson was the one who should be comforted more, he swallowed twice, and said, "Actually, it might not be a bad thing for Uncle Jonas, a person like him , will definitely enjoy this adventure? As for his dying regret..."

"With us!"

Nelson said categorically, his tightly clenched hand opened, and the palm was squeezed to leave the mark of the Deathly Hallows on the ring.He covered the mirror with his hand. Seeing this, Tom chuckled and leaned forward with his hand. The two teenagers who were thousands of miles away completed a high-five through the mirror.

"By the way, I will return your ring to you when the time comes."

Taking his hand away from the mirror, Nelson waved his family ring lazily at Tom.

"No need, it's useless anyway." Tom glanced at the ring in Nelson's hand, curled his lips, and said with a look of disgust on his face, "It's like this kind of magic prop that blows better than it sings. , and its shape is so earthy."

"After all, it is a relic of your family..." Nelson shrugged, "You have to know, it is more or less an antique."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who looks up to all kinds of antiques? Besides, you must have paid for this broken ring, right?" Tom raised his eyebrows, with the word "mysterious" written on his face, "To be honest You said, I recently found a target, which is definitely an antique with history, value and magic.”

Nelson didn't notice Tom's target in the second half of the sentence. He heard the first half of the sentence clearly and asked, "How do you know I paid for it?"

"I don't know you yet?" Tom changed a more comfortable position and leaned on the chair. "For a person like you, even if my uncle is a fool, you will try to pay him, right?"

"..."

"What's your expression?" Seeing Nelson's indescribable expression, Tom jumped up from his chair and asked in horror, "Is my uncle really a fool?"

"..."

"Oh, my God..." Tom held his forehead and asked tremblingly, "Don't fools inherit it?"

"Your uncle, his old man is just a little crazy, which may have something to do with his poor family background. The Garen I left is enough for him to be cool for a while." Nelson shook his head and nodded again, "But I think his The mental condition may be related to...uh, inbreeding, you may not know, the Gaunt family has chosen inbreeding for a long time in order to maintain the purity of bloodline."

"That's all right." Tom lay down comfortably again, "Since my surname is not Gaunt, but Riddle, at least my father should not be my mother's relative, at least my intelligence will not be affected. "

"That's right, don't worry about your clever little head."

"Gnar," Tom said as if he was choking on something, "has anyone ever told you that your speech is disgusting?"

"It's okay." Nelson rubbed his left cheek and said with a smile, "The dangers of inbreeding are great."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Haha, don't say such things." Nelson leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes and smiled, and stopped talking.

The two hung on the "video chat" like this, each doing what they were doing. Tom called out little spells from the pillars beside him, and practiced alone in the empty hall, while Nelson held the magic spell that McGonagall gave him. Notes, greedily absorbing the knowledge in them.

"By the way, Gnar." Tom suddenly moved the mirror to an angle, pointed at the luminous text suspended in the air and said, "Look at this Transfiguration, is it the same as the one used now?"

"Let me see..." Nelson squinted his eyes, looked at the gleaming charm behind Tom, picked up his wand and pointed at the coat hanging on the hanger at the door, his wrist shook slightly, and said in his mouth, "The metal ball is flying. "

The coat vibrated violently as if it had come to life, and round bumps of similar size appeared on the side pockets. Seeing this scene, Nelson hurriedly rolled over from the bed, and used his free hand to support the boy who was holding his wand tightly. Right hand, shouted sharply, "One! One is enough!"

Immediately afterwards, he let go of his hand and caught a flying silver ball, ignoring Tom who was smiling teasingly when he saw this scene in the mirror, rubbed his right cheek, placed the ball on the pillow, and carefully Staring at the characters behind Tom, memorize the casting action and spell in mind, then turn to face the ball, pointing with the wand and chanting.

The first transformation failed, and a silvery green toad jumped from Nelson's pillow to the window, then bent its knees, stretched its legs and jumped down.

Nelson went to the window, glanced down, and saw through the night a streak of silver disappearing around the corner.

"Tom, wait a minute." Nelson picked up the cane from the table, raised his legs and walked out the door, "I'll be back as soon as I go."

"Whatever it is, go ahead," Tom yelled in the mirror, but Nelson was already out the door. "Not for the ball."

After a while, Nelson returned to the room, put down his cane, and threw a brand new pillow on the table. When passing by the cloakroom, he reached out and took out two metal balls from his coat pocket, and put one of them on the pillow superior.

He stood beside the bed with a more serious expression, frowned, and put on the same posture as before, trying his best to forget the transfiguration he had learned before, and recalled the description of the curse behind Tom.

"Why does the wrist shake like this... Is this really a movement that carbon-based creatures can make?"

After chanting for a while, Nelson suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was extremely firm, his steady wrist was close to the ball, and he muttered something.

Drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, and Tom in the mirror also held his breath, stretched his neck and stared at the ball, although this action could not shorten the distance of vision when facing the mirror...

The silvery glow spread from the tip of the wand in Nelson's hand to the ball on the pillow, and several chain-like green ancient magic patterns surrounded the ball with dazzling light, which was so dazzling that it was unrealistic, like the rings of a planet, turning to At a specific angle, several magic patterns quickly gathered, tightly wrapping the ball.

"To be honest, I don't know why the product of the transformation failure is a toad," Nelson put down the wand in his hand, raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "but I have to say that the special effects of this transformation process are indeed better than the current one." Magic is much cooler... no, many times."

He turned his head and looked at a ring lying quietly on the pillow - a ring that was almost exactly the same as the Gaunt family ring in his arms.

"How?" Seeing that the transformation was over, Tom finally dared to speak loudly. He couldn't wait to lean forward and asked, "What have you changed?"

"A ring." Nelson grabbed the ring on the pillow, held it up to the light in the room, and looked around. "The ring with the resurrection stone."

"That's it?" Tom showed an expression like "are you kidding me?" An iron ball becomes a ring."

"It's not 'just this', Tom," Nelson shook his head, bent down and squatted on the ground, raised the ring in his hand and slammed it hard on the ground!Half of the face of the ring was bounced to the corner of the room, he picked up the rest of the ring, held it in front of his eyes and looked it over carefully, "You see, I have stopped maintaining the transformation technique, even so, the deformed objects are getting damaged. Afterwards, it still maintains the same properties as before, look at this section, there is no slight difference from the real obsidian, exactly the same..."

"Does it work?" Tom asked, tilting his head.

"It's hard for me to comment. Its movements are too weird, and it consumes a lot of magic power. I usually have so much magic power that I can turn it into a table." Nelson continued to look at the ring, as if observing some rare treasure. , commented, "However, its stability after deformation is incomparable to our current popular transformation techniques. Normally, after being subjected to such severe damage, the deformed product will definitely return to its original form due to the destruction of the structure. .”

"So the transformation technique left by Slytherin is a kind of transformation with high consumption and high completion?" Tom is worthy of being a Slytherin college bully, and he quickly figured out the difference, "That is to say, if you use this If you use this transformation technique to fight, it may not last long, but the nature of the transformation product will be extremely stable."

"That's right," Nelson glanced at Tom, "and it's too difficult, it's probably just the most superficial transformation in the Slytherin collection, to him it's about the same as turning matches into needles when we were in first grade, But I think it's going to stump a lot of people with its complicated spells and weird moves."

"The magic left by Slytherin himself must be difficult to learn," Tom accepted this very quickly, he shrugged indifferently, and said, "After all, Slytherin has always rejected mediocrity, and the magic he left behind must be worthy of the standard of genius."

"You accepted the title 'Heir of Slytherin' very quickly." Nelson glanced at Tom with the white of his eyes, but seeing that he was flattered, he retracted his eyes and continued, "There is no doubt that the transformation we are learning now Spells must be more suitable for teaching on a large scale. The toad who just failed to transform is obviously an evil taste of this series of transformations. Slytherin's spells are more like... the kind of magic that is specially learned by pure-blooded families. The mantra, like your "black dragon coming out of the hole", is not suitable for large-scale spread. If we use this spell to fight Nagini again, I may not be able to hold on to your second snake. , and Nagini may not be able to break free from my thorns at all."

"Don't even think about hitting Nagini..."

"I'm just giving you an example... Leaving aside the difficulty, consumption and universality, in terms of the effect of magic alone, this transformation is undoubtedly better," Nelson sat on the bed and threw the pillow filled with toads He went to the side, put on a brand new pillow, and tapped the remaining half of the ring in his hand with his magic wand.

no response……

"Gal, what's wrong with you?" Tom asked when he saw Nelson froze in place as if he had been petrified.

"It's nothing, it's just that I might...maybe smashed the original ring?"

"What?" It seemed that Tom still cared about his antiques.

Nelson reached into his pocket and fumbled, and soon found a familiar ring.

"Well, I was overthinking it." He threw half of the ring aside, "Maybe this transformation effect is too strong, and ordinary counter-spells won't work on it... just wait, in a word, your The final effect of this transformation spell is far stronger than the most widely circulated transformation. If you can bear its extraordinary consumption and difficulty in casting spells, and you don't mind a toad jumping out of your arms suddenly during the battle, then It must be a better option."

"So the ancient spells are indeed stronger than the modern spells," Tom nodded. "It seems that I have to choose anything from the ancient runes two years later..."

"That's right," Nelson nodded, rubbing his chin and said, "This is what I think is the most outrageous point about wizards. Obviously, everything is constantly evolving. You can see that Muggles are like this, and they are getting stronger every year. But the spells cast by wizards are becoming more and more rubbish... I think this may be a conspiracy to turn all wizards into trash one day in the future."

"Anyway, I'm not a waste." Tom found a more comfortable position and slumped in the chair in the form of a small waste.

"I also want an old magic book here," Nelson took out a thick green book with white mist from the drawer, handed it to the mirror, and said, "This is the book I learned from a man named 'Despicable Haierpo Many of the spells recorded in the book of spells obtained by ancient Greek wizards can be found in modern spell books, or in fact, the spells that are widely circulated in modern times are variants of these ancient spells. It's the same thing—harder, stronger."

(End of this chapter)