My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 17 Myrtle

"Myrtle, things are not what you think."

Nelson stepped back to the door, leaned against the door, and tried to turn the handle to open the door, but found that the door would not open.

The sun was shining outside the window, and there were almost no owls left in the house. The few remaining owls were sleeping on the shelves. He remembered the last night he came here.

"Nelson Wilttening Williams." Myrtle said slowly, she didn't look at Nelson, she just whispered his name, in a trance, like a dream.

"Listen to me—" He raised his hands slightly and put them on his shoulders, indicating that he was not malicious.

"Nelson Wilttening," Myrtle interrupted, seemingly not hearing Nelson's name, and continued to repeat Nelson's name softly in her dream-like tone, her voice echoing in the empty owl room Inside, extraordinarily ethereal.

Nelson reluctantly put down her hands and hung her hands on both sides of her body to see what Myrtle wanted to do. From the day she almost stepped on Myrtle at the Lichen Bookstore before school started, she seemed to have left a psychological shadow on Nelson and was full of fear for him. , He has always wanted to know what kind of prejudice Myrtle has against him, but she seems to have been reluctant to give a chance to communicate.

"I know you, I know what's going on this time—" Myrtle looked sideways at Nelson, she had big brown eyes that were supposed to be beautiful on her white face, but through the The large glasses on the bridge of the nose, which took up half of the face, were magnified, making it difficult to look directly, making Nelson think of Ollivander's magical silver-white eyes.

"You always thought I was afraid of you?" Myrtle asked.

Nelson didn't speak, just stood there silently, and the atmosphere made him puzzled, wondering what medicine was being sold in Myrtle's gourd.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Myrtle spoke again slowly, and the feeling of dreaming became stronger, "Actually, I am indeed afraid of you, but it is far from fear."

"Fear and fear feel different - fear keeps me away, fear makes me resist getting closer. I'm afraid of black magic, I'm afraid of death, and fear can take everything I have... But I'm afraid of the unknown, so at first, I'm afraid of you."

"Then you should be afraid of everything," Nelson couldn't help speaking.

"No, that's different." Myrtle shook his head slowly, "that's just a stranger, you, Nelson, you're different, you're a very incongruous person, different from the strangers I've ever met. ."

"Incongruous?" Nelson asked with a frown, wondering if he was walking along and was seen by Myrtle, who happened to suffer from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder...

"It's not what you think..." She seemed to see what Nelson was thinking, "The coordination of people is not reflected on the surface, I can see a lot of things that others can't see, like magic... like prophecy , like... um-"

She can't seem to think of any adjectives for a moment.

"Yes! Color!" She clapped her head and jumped off the table, "Color...such as Professor Dumbledore's color is red, Professor Sykes's color is blue, your friend Tom Riddle is a blockbuster The black is mixed with red, and your color . . . is incongruous."

She walked towards Nelson and repeated, "Your colors are out of tune...I guess you don't even know what color you are."

Nelson looked at Myrtle, who was approaching him, and felt that this man was talking in a garrulous and terrifying manner.

"hiss--"

"I've never seen such incongruous colours, so at first I was afraid of you, and then Professor Sykes told us to never be afraid of the unknown, or it will always be the unknown... and the fear will be It's always been there." She walked to Nelson and stood still, suddenly smiled, and stretched out her right hand, "I think it's funny to play with mysteries like this, you see, you're starting to be afraid of me, Nelson."

"..." Nelson looked at Myrtle in surprise. The girl in front of him was far from the image of Myrtle in his impression. He put his left hand behind his back and groped for the doorknob, while his right hand crawled quietly into his pocket. Touch the wand.

"I have forgiven you for stepping on me."

Myrtle grabbed his right wrist and raised it, holding it with his right hand.

……

"Nelson, do you know what Myrtle's flower language is?" Walking side by side in the corridor, Myrtle suddenly took a few steps, walked to Nelson, turned to face him, and walked backwards with his hands behind his back.

"Myrtle?" Nelson was a little confused. Although he liked it very much, he also felt that Myrtle's behavior of comparing himself to a delicate flower to someone who was talking to him for the first time was outrageous.

"I mean, Myrtle, my name is also the name of a flower," Myrtle explained.

"What is it? Is the purple flower of a bush smelling sweet?"

Nelson stopped abruptly, and Myrtle turned to look behind him, saw nothing, and turned again.

He thinks of a lonely ghost floating in the bathroom decades later, crying for years, longing for someone to share the toilet with... He tried his best to hide the look of pity he couldn't restrain himself from showing.

"No, it's weird and mysterious." Seeing that he didn't know anything, Myrtle explained, "You see how weird I am today, you're scared."

"Uh……"

"But I think my life is too simple and too monotonous, I'm just an ordinary person - not mysterious at all." Myrtle said while they walked to the door of the Ravenclaw lounge, their tone was somewhat Aggrieved, "So I think, maybe it's because I'm too ordinary, so everyone doesn't like me very much."

"That doesn't mean..."

Myrtle suddenly stuck out her tongue at him, ran to Ravenclaw's brass door knocker, answered the question in a low voice "What do zeros and ones have in common?" and then got into the lounge.

"Nelson, what do you want to do to my students?" Familiar voices and words came from behind him, and he found himself walking to Professor Sykes' door.

"Professor Sykes." Nelson stood up reflexively, "I really didn't do anything."

"Well." Professor Sykes walked away from him.

Watching Professor Sykes leave, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, turning his wand with his left hand, gently stroking the handwriting written at noon on his left hand with his right thumb, looking in the direction of the Ravenclaw lounge.

Myrtle said that his eyes have the magic power of a prophet, why don't he have it?The plots that I am familiar with are much clearer than the obscure hints in the prophecies, and the fate of most people has already been scripted in fairy tales by children's literature writers - just like this girl with big eyes full of spirituality, who was born early in her life. In a revenge story, the most unworthy and tragic fate is arranged...

"I want to change them. My life is a gift from fate, but it can also break through the cage of the giver... Since I am here, it must be different..."

He lowered his head and rubbed his dry eyes.

"Nelson, are you one of our Ravenclaw girls?"

Nelson turned around and it was Dwight from Ravenclaw.

"Why is it always you?" he murmured inwardly, only to turn his head to explain, "No, Dwight, I just—"

"You're a good man, don't worry, you'll be happy!" He rushed to the knocker and shouted back, "Nelson! Do you know what zero and one have in common?"

"I don't know!" Nelson roared loudly without looking back. The young man was still a warmhearted man. "Aren't you Ravenclaw the smartest?"

"It is also a kind of wisdom to ask for a wiser person!"

Nelson felt that the young man was a little annoying to lift the bar, and felt comfortable to be licked, turned around and shrugged at Dwight, and went downstairs.

……

"Nelson, you're welcome."

In the afternoon herbal class, Alphard squeezed the pus from Gordy's root bulb on Nelson's neckline, his face full of constriction after his mischief had succeeded.

"Alphard, you do something like this—" Nelson moved his butt away from Alphard and slowly put on the dragonskin gloves.

"How's it going, what happened in the end?" Alphard urged. He squatted with excitement and interrupted Nelson's speech. Nelson noticed that Tom, who was sitting next to him peeling the clods stuck to the Gordigan, also squatted. Prick up your ears.

"Alphard, didn't you think that I would meet Professor Sykes when you did this kind of thing?" Nelson squeezed pus out of Tom's face when he was unprepared.

"So what?" Alphard didn't care, and started spraying Gordigan's pus everywhere again.

"Five points from Slytherin for playing with herbs."

Before Alphard's face fell down, he heard Nelson say quietly.

"Mrs. Sykes told me to have you copy Chapter 3 of the Charms textbook as punishment for copying your homework... She hopes to see your copy when she sees you tonight."

Alphard's face completely collapsed, his squatting feet seemed to be numb, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, lying in the pile of rhizomes that were peeled off by his classmates, soaked in mucus, watching him funny. With a bitter face that looked like a war criminal, Tom, who was peeling the soil next to him, finally couldn't help laughing.

"Playing with herbs again, Slytherin gets ten points."

"Hahahahaha!" Tom threw the Gordigan in his hand back to the ground without caring about his own image, and laughed.

The surrounding classmates heard the noise here and didn't know what was going on. They all looked at them and saw Alphard lying on the ground, unlovable, and burst into laughter. The flower shed was full of joy.

"Slytherin and Hufflepuff will each deduct ten points for the noise in class." Dean Hufflepuff's voice was drowned in laughter.

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(End of this chapter)