My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 12 Towers struck by lightning
Sitting up from the recliner, Nelson picked up his backpack, pushed open the door and left the lounge, walking through the long, damp hallway like a dungeon to the corridor connecting the towers.The corridor was empty in the middle of the night, and the neat lights on the bluestone bricks on both sides could be seen on and off.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with paintings. Judging from the painting style and the degree of newness, the paintings here seem to span the development of human civilization. The contents of the paintings are almost all outstanding graduates of Slytherin over the years. Peaceful, looking at passers-by outside the painting.

"Boom—" The whole corridor was suddenly bright as day, followed by thunder, and the sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, the gloomy wind roared, and occasionally lightning flashed, turning the whole sky into red, and the quiet inside of the castle. The scene is very different, and there is a feeling that the mountains and rains are about to come.

Another flash of lightning flashed across the hallway, and a pale face flashed across the hallway. Nelson had never seen such a battle. "I knew I was going with Tom." Holding his wand tightly, although he knew almost nothing about powerful spells outside of first-year books, the act of grasping alone seemed to bring him a sense of calmness and peace of mind.

"Boom—" It was lightning and thunder again. He had already crossed halfway through this corridor. He took a closer look. "It turned out to be the armor on the corridor," Nelson was determined, "I really scared myself..."

"Sir McLagan, is Ravenclaw's tower on duty today?" In order to ease the anxiety in his heart, Nelson couldn't help but ask about the most talked about painting on weekdays. This medieval knight was narcissistic and stinky. Fart, but if the language is respectful, he is also happy to help the students here to solve their urgent needs.

"..."

"Sir McLaren?" Nelson turned to look at Sir McLaren's photo frame, and suddenly saw a shocking scar running across the canvas.

"Hi--" Nelson gasped for breath, and suddenly discovered the inconsistency: all paintings at Hogwarts are magical, and whenever students pass by, they will do their own thing, or even speak. Pick up a conversation, but today's corridor is too quiet, so quiet that he even feels a little creepy.He turned around and peeked, and found even more scalp-numbing scenes - all the portraits were looking straight ahead, and out of the corner of the eye all glanced in his direction, like real photos.

He buried his head and walked quickly forward, firmly thinking in his heart the truth that "if you don't see it means it didn't happen", he walked towards the brightly lit Ravenclaw Tower.At the end of the corridor is a portrait of equal height. The silver-haired girl in the portrait is holding a silver metal box like a Rubik's Cube. From the connection of the box shell, wisps of vigorous flames float out, illuminating the end of the corridor brightly.

Finally got a moving picture!
Nelson greeted her with a bright smile as if he had found a relative Bright.

Nelson didn't look back and hurried upstairs.

He climbed a few stairs with his head buried in his head, feeling the warmth of the orange candles around him, looking at the huge wooden board with a smooth metal knocker on the wall and a few students thinking hard under the knocker, Nelson stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked around. A light shone from the crack of the door of Dean Wenclaw's room.He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his wand against the wall.

"What's the difference between zero and one?" Hearing the question posed by the door knocker, Nelson continued to climb the Internet with his bag and came to the top of the Ravenclaw Tower, which is Hogwarts' owl room.

The thunder and lightning were even more violent tonight, hitting the most magnificent building in this canyon like a group of giant dragons.Nelson's eyes suddenly turned white, and then he heard the earth-shattering huge thunder and the shrill bird chirping mixed in the thunder, and then he couldn't see or hear anything-the lightning struck this towering tower. tower.He felt his body trembling uncontrollably, the floor under his feet was shaking, and some of them were unsteady, and he was not directly hit by the lightning, just the aftermath of the bombardment of the building made such a huge tower tremble, naturally The power of it is really amazing, even in the magical world, it is difficult for most humans to provoke.

He reached into his pockets, holding only his wand, carrying his bag, and stood silently where he was.

After a while, Nelson regained his sight and hearing, ignoring the buzzing in his ears, and looking around the owl room, almost all the owls were hiding in their cages and shivering, and some even lay flat.

"I don't know if you and the Thunderbird are related," Nelson picked up one lying under his feet and put it on the shelf next to him, "It's also a bird of prey, but it can call out the thunder like just now, it's so high that I don't know where it is. ."

Reluctantly found a spirited owl from a group of sluggish owls, and rolled up the letter to Uncle Jonas and stuffed it into the letter bag at its feet, "Please help me deliver this letter when the weather is clear. ." Nelson took out a small tomato to feed it, patted its wings, picked up the bag and walked downstairs.

"What's the difference between zero and one?" The knocker was still repeating the previous question, and more Ravenclaw gathered at the door.

"Maybe they are attacking and defending?" He walked past the door knocker, turned his head and said a lot, but he didn't stop at his feet.

"Squeak—" The wooden board under the knocker spun away, and the door opened.

"Hey - I understand this very well." Nelson gasped, and involuntarily sped up under his feet, put the bag on his back, and walked towards the Ravenclaw dean's room.

"Jokunda! Your behavior is reckless--" Nelson raised his hand and knocked on the door, but the door was unlocked, just closed, and with the force of the knock, it opened silently.The headmaster of Ravenclaw was firing at the fireplace in his office.

She didn't have the sternness and grace she used to be in the classroom, but like a parent who was mad at the teenage child, a warm flame was beating in the fireplace, and a woman with dreadlocks saw Nelson's head, and she raised her eyebrows, Watching this uninvited guest who broke into the dean's room with interest.

The dean, who noticed the woman's eyes, turned around and looked gloomily at Nelson who pushed the door open. She didn't say a word or move.

"Sorry, Professor Sykes!" Nelson felt the heat from the fire in the fireplace hit his face, as cold as an ice pack, jumped back, and closed the door.

Knowing that he had made a big mistake, Nelson paced nervously at the door, and a Ravenclaw student who had just come out of the lounge asked him from a distance, "Nelson, do you know why Zero and One are one offense and one defense? "From the second quarter onwards, Ravenclaw's transfiguration class was with Slytherin, and they used to be in a group and turned each other's collars into wooden ones, also called Dwight, and Nelson's roommate has the same name.

"I don't know, Dwight, I just said it casually." Nelson responded impatiently. It was difficult for him to face the question, and it was even more difficult for him to face Professor Sikes later.He continued pacing the hallway in front of the Ravenclaw lounge, and bumped into Myrtle, who had just climbed the stairs. Walking around Nelson, she saw Nelson in her tower at the moment, she turned around with a "woo" and ran downstairs...

"Myrtle! We need to talk!" Nelson yelled behind her. "I'm sorry about that, but—"

"Mr. Williams, what do you want to do to my students."

Nelson turned to see Professor Sykes' sullen face.

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"Williams, what are you doing here at Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson followed Professor Sikes back to her office in a dejected manner. He looked at Professor Sikes, who was already sitting behind his desk, and he helped him intimately. on the office door.

"Sorry, Professor, just now—"

"That's just an application of Floo. I'm just asking what you're doing, Mr. Williams." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson, who didn't seem to want to talk about the topic just now.

"Professor, I came to the owl room to find a Hogwarts owl to send a letter. I don't have one of my own," Nelson explained quickly. "When I came from Slytherin, I found that Sir McLargan - the A painting, it was scratched, and Sir McLaggen in the painting also looked injured, and I thought there might be something wrong, so I came to tell you, and then when I knocked on the door—"

"Okay, I see." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson again, and it seemed that she did not seem to be talking about opening the door. "Report the situation to the teacher, you are doing the right thing."

"I'll check it out later, you can go back." She took a sip from the glass on the fireplace. "Wait a minute, Mr. Williams." She stopped Nelson again.

Nelson withdrew his paw to open the door, ready to listen to the professor's teachings.

"I noticed," she put down her glass and stared at Nelson, "that your Charms assignment from last week and Mr. Black's assignment seemed a bit similar."

"I see, Professor." Nelson admitted his mistake, "I will resubmit an assignment as soon as possible."

"No," Professor Sykes stood up and looked at Nelson, "your homework contains second grade content. I won't punish someone who is willing to learn for no reason. I'm just asking you to be an exception."

"If you want to help your friend, what you should do is to help him master the magic spell learned in class, instead of lending him your homework to copy." Professor Sykes leaned on the chair, resting his right hand on the On the desk, "Hogwarts has been established for more than 900 years. There are countless people who come here to study, and there are also a lot of talents. You are not dealing with the teacher, but just fooling yourself."

She lifted her left hand at will, and the door opened.

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson bowed, left the office, and closed the door.

(End of this chapter)