My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 122 Shocking Changes and Astrology

"Children, fate is the most subtle, complex and fundamental rule in this world."

Mrs. Clemens's classroom is located at the top of the central tower of the castle. Here, she can have a closer contact with the stars. This is Tom's last class before his trip to Paris. I don't know why, Mrs. Clemens Adjusted the class time to night, at this moment the sun has just set, and the afterglow is still shining in the sky, as if covering the navy blue sky with a layer of vermilion tulle, dotted with looming stars, making the sky appear A magnificent and psychedelic purple.

"Fate is not woven by a few madwomen on a loom, as some say; nor is it forged by the consciousness of man, as some blasphemers believe—it's always there, believe it or not, Some people try to read fate and play their roles in it, some people try to resist fate and walk against the current, some people are ignorant or even unable to see fate..."

Mrs. Clemens was chattering away as usual, but everyone felt that the divination teacher bathed in the starlight was different from before. She walked anxiously among the students, with her hands folded on her chest, as if She kept shaking her fingers as if there was nowhere to place them. She closed her eyes, raised her head and said, "No matter what people do, all their actions have already been placed in their fate."

"Lady Clemens," asked a Ravenclaw student, raising her hand, "what good is it for us to learn divination when everything is determined by fate?"

"Good question!" Mrs. Clemens widened her eyes and applauded nervously clapping her hands. "I'm going to give Ravenclaw ten points. I used to be puzzled by this question too. I think it has no answer, since fate has long Arrange it well, then we just need to eat and wait to die, and we just need to meet our own destiny."

It was the first time for the students to hear such an argument, and the classroom instantly became noisy.

"But we can't get a glimpse of the whole picture of fate—this is the glimmer of life fate leaves for wizards!"

Mrs. Climans said solemnly, the sun had completely set, and the starlight passed through the Hogwarts unique roof, making the entire classroom shrouded in an unusually dazzling starlight, like daytime.

"Most prophets can only see fragments of the future, and wizards like me who do not have the talent of prophets and only rely on astrology or other means of divination-the methods we use are all word of mouth, which makes us The prophecies interpreted through things like astrology, crystal balls, or tea residues often have flaws, just like rowing a boat. You can see the direction of the river through the prophecy, but you can't see whether there is treasure or danger hidden under the rushing water. The reef—the development of the times is inevitable, but the fate of the individual, unless a person is unlucky enough to be dreamed by a prophet, and the prophet makes the prophecy public, otherwise, the fate of each wizard is still in his hands. hands."

"A person's destiny, of course, depends on self-struggle, but the process of history must also be considered?" Tom said to himself.

Alphard on the side asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Tom curled his lips, and said, "When I was in the orphanage, Gnar often said this sentence, and said that he was too young and naive..."

"He is really a god of epigrams." Alpha sighed.

"What the hell?" Tom gave him a blank look, and said, "You are really a nicknamed god, or a secret god."

"I like the title of God of the Secret Way," Alphard found it very useful, and continued, "We followers of the 'Dark Lord' are going to compile a book of epigrams, and we are going to call it "Naxuan"."

"A follower of the Lord Dark Lord?" Tom asked with a chuckle, "The Lord Dark Lord can no longer copy homework for you, why do you still follow?"

"Alas," Alphard's face collapsed, and he said dejectedly, "Some things can only be regretted after they are lost."

"Whispering, ten points for Slytherin. Mundane work like chatting can easily affect your connection between heaven and man, so I don't recommend talking in my class."

"Especially in this changing age, it is necessary for everyone to play their part, whether it is the sinful Dark Lord or the venerable White Wizard, when the stars return, they will all return to their own destiny s position."

"Mrs. Clemens, do you mean Grindelwald and Dumbledore by the Dark Lord and the White Wizard?"

The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes focused on the Ravenclaw girl who asked the question.

"I don't know, this requires you to interpret it from the astrology."

Mrs. Climans waved her magic wand, and her large lavender sleeves attracted everyone's attention. When she recovered, the starlight had already condensed into smaller constellations in the air, allowing students in the classroom to view them from various angles. Observing the arrangement and brightness of the constellations, she cleared her throat and introduced: "Through this magic, you can see the arrangement of the stars tonight more accurately, try to use the knowledge in the book to interpret it."

("Uh... between Ophiuchus and Serpent, two stars float in, like a knife... Serpent is a little bigger than Ophiuchus, so Ophiuchus gave the fuck a knife ? This could be a sign of...")
Hearing the people around him start to lose their minds and talk nonsense, Tom felt a little blue pain in his head.

"Tom, take this with you." Alphard handed Tom a small box from under the table. "This is what Walburga asked me to bring to you. She asked me to tell you that you can't treat yourself badly when you go out."

"Your sister?" Tom frowned and asked in a low voice, he didn't want to deduct any more points. "What is this?"

"Uh... a luxurious tent?" Alphard said, "I don't know what she is thinking? She may think that you will sleep and eat in the French style? But this tent comes with a set of automatic kitchen utensils, you open the upper layer You can take it out alone, there are fully automatic teapots, fully automatic grills and fully automatic ovens inside, I suggest you make a pot of green plum green tea when you are free, it tastes very good.”

"Okay." Tom nodded, clutching his cheek, took the little box, and said, "Thank you sister for me."

"You're welcome," Alphard waved his hand. "Will you meet Nelson this time? Can you ask him if he is interested in doing homework? You can send it by owl."

"It seems that you miss your Lord Dark Lord very much." Tom felt his teeth hurt even more, and whispered, "If the time of this class has not been changed, you can ask him yourself, he was going to use a mirror to teach."

"Whispering, another ten points from Slytherin." Mrs. Clemens walked past Alphard, pressed his head on the table, and asked, "Alphad Black, do you see that from among the stars?" What, after 10 minutes, please come to the podium and share your prophecy for the students."

"Okay." Alphard shrugged, and began to think about which form of his death would please her more.

"Many people refuse to admit the relationship between astrology and wizards. They believe that the stars moving in the universe have their own fixed orbits and laws. Some Muggles even claim to have studied the laws of celestial bodies, and based on this they created a science called 'Astronomy'," asked Mrs Climans, pacing up and down the room, pointing to the sky with one hand, "has anyone taken Muggle Studies? Can you tell the students who he is?"

"..."

"Well, actually, I don't know too well, I just know that there is such a thing," Mrs. Climans shook her head, and said, "But this does not affect our teaching content, Muggles think that the movement of stars has its own reasons. This is actually based on the discussion of astrology by wizards in the sixteenth century, and before that, astrology was once the most common way for wizards in many countries and regions to interpret fate."

"Do you think it's reliable to tell fortunes by looking at the stars?" Alphard persisted, and began to whisper to Tom again.

"Keep your voice down, you've already deducted twenty points!" Tom warned softly, and then added, "But isn't Gnar a prophet? He never looks at the stars."

"Did you tell Mrs Clemens?"

"No." Tom nodded, "Didn't she say that she has no prophetic talent? I'm afraid she will feel uncomfortable."

"The study and emphasis on astrology in Europe started relatively late, and the oldest astrology exists in the wizards of the three countries, namely Eastern wizards, Egyptian wizards, and the vanished Native American wizards. They are good at building high platforms for prayer Communicate with the stars and use them to predict the rise and fall of nations."

Mrs. Climans spoke eloquently, and her knowledge of the history of magic was professional within her profession.

"But there is an obvious loophole in this statement." She stretched out a finger, pointing to the top of her head, and said, "Speaking from the facts, if this statement is true, in the current tense situation, the astronomical phenomenon should produce strong differences Change is, after all, a wizard of this size—”

Mrs. Climans suddenly got stuck, staring at the top of her head with her eyes wide open. The students in the classroom followed her gaze to the open dome of the tower. The whole sky was reflected red.

……

"I really don't know how to predict!" Nelson was lying in the garden with no love in his life and counting the stars. Lori Ann has finished teaching today, and at this moment is pestering Nelson with the "prophet" she just heard from White. prophecy.

"You can just say whatever you want, and it might come true." Newt has never used prophecy and divination. He has let Dinkas go, but he has his eyes on the toad produced by Nelson's failure to transform and the toad in the vegetable garden. Caterpillar.

"Okay, then I'll give you a prophecy." Nelson closed his eyes and said casually, "This year the caterpillars in your vegetable garden may eat up all the vegetable hearts in your vegetable garden..."

"Really?" Lori Ann looked worriedly at the vegetables in the vegetable garden. Although it was cheap to buy them in Nurmengard, the vegetables grown by herself still tasted different. She moved into the vegetable garden and squatted next to Newt. , looking at the caterpillars in the exact opposite of Newt's eyes.

A light golden doll crawled out of his pocket and looked out. Nelson felt the movement in his pocket. He lowered his head and met the little doll's eyes. It blinked and kept pulling out The metal ball in Nelson's pocket, Nelson covered his eyes helplessly.

"Is this what you have learned?" White, who was on the recliner next to him, saw the little doll, got up and walked over with a smile, pinched the little doll's head, and pulled it out of Nelson's pocket, "Don't say it, it's pretty good." Lovely, though ugly."

This alchemy doll is the result of Nelson's study with Lori Ann this afternoon. With Lori Ann's encouragement, he used the prepared materials to refine a basic doll—only a bulging spherical head and a small cylindrical torso. An abstract smiling face was drawn on his head, and there seemed to be some problems during the refining process. This villain has developed the habit of walking with his head, so its image is a ball with a long, unknown use. Strip, bouncing and bouncing on the ground.

Nelson vividly called it "the exclamation point".

"Yes," he let go of his hands covering his eyes, looked aside, and said, "Lorian suggested that I let it learn archery, but I think with its structure, it can only be put on the bowstring by itself and shot."

"This is a good way." White shook the exclamation mark's little head and said, "You can teach it to box, and then launch it to the enemy to give it an uppercut."

"Is there really a wizard who can be knocked down by an uppercut?" Newt, who was playing with the caterpillar, asked quietly.

"Yes," Nelson said, turning his head to look at him, "her fiancé, Barry."

Now it was White's turn to be silent.

"By the way, Nelson." Luo Lian stared at the caterpillar and asked murderously, "You said that if I kill all these caterpillars, will my vegetable garden be saved?"

"It's useless." Nelson continued to look at the sky, and said, "You insist on my prophecy. When the prophecy is made, it can't be changed. If you kill caterpillars, there will always be fish that slip through the net. They may die because of killing insects. And reproduce like crazy, you can't even keep your flower garden."

"Really?" Lori Ann stared at the caterpillar like an enemy, and poked it with the wand White gave her.

"Ah..." Nelson yawned and said, "Don't worry, with all due respect, prophets are basically charlatans, and they are as unreliable as fortune-telling by looking at the stars."

He stopped talking suddenly and stared at the sky.

Everyone present seemed to have received some kind of induction, and they raised their heads in unison. A red meteor was slowly sliding towards the west, dragging out a slender crimson tail flame that split the sky in two.

……

"Dippet! Are you crazy?!"

On the streets of Paris, at the entrance of the hiding place, a gray-haired old wizard was confronting the headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, on the empty street through the statue of Pythia.

　This Ravenclaw girl is a real person, but I haven't found out what her name is. Before that, I will call it "Ravenclaw girl".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)