My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 188 Binance Cuthbert
"So the family wants to go to Grindelwald?"

In History of Magic class, Tom approached Nelson and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, so I gave her a contact information to find Nurmengard's contact person in London." Nelson shrugged and said while taking notes, "According to her, anyone with this idea It's not just their family, there are many families who have the same idea."

"Oh?" Tom raised his eyebrows, turned his head excitedly, and approached, "You know what? In the past three years, Dumbledore has been telling me that people like Grindelwald and his thoughts are nothing to worry about." , because only love is the eternal topic of mankind.”

"He's right." Nelson nodded. "After all, love is one of the few characteristics that distinguish humans from animals."

"Isn't hate? Doesn't a cat hate another cat who stole a dead mouse it hid? Isn't greed? A wild dog only wants to be fed when it doesn't have enough to eat, but when it Becoming a domestic dog, you can eat enough, it will lie on the ground and bask in the sun all day, of course, for some lazy people, there is no big difference between them and dogs in this regard.” Tom said playfully, “Any emotion It is enough to distinguish between humans and those ignorant animals, and Dumbledore, who blindly promotes love, is no different from a hypocrite in my opinion-although I have fallen asleep in the history of magic, I still understand some history, conflict and Fission is the eternal topic of mankind."

Nelson's attention shifted from his notes, and he looked at Tom with a look of surprise, then a playful smile that made Tom terrified.

"Anyway, that's enough for Dumbledore to drink a pot," Tom smiled, "I can't wait to see his expression when he learns that there are so many pure-blood families in England. Oh, yes, he is not Minister for Magic, it really has nothing to do with him."

"Indeed," Nelson looked up at the blackboard, then lowered his head to write and draw in his notebook. Against the backdrop of the snoring around him, the two sober people seemed extremely abrupt, "He's not the Minister of Magic, why should he care?" What about these?"

"Yes, he is indeed a bit self-righteous. Anyway, in my opinion, it would be better for us if Grindelwald won," Tom said angrily, "Once in three years I went to Professor Slughorn His office is closed, and he is watching that he is begging a fat-minded school manager for the potion subsidy of the new class of students. In my opinion, that guy is no different from a Squib, and even worse than a Muggle. If Grindelwald Can gain power, and judging by his claims, the situation will be greatly improved."

Tom patted the table angrily, waking up the two Gryffindors who were catching up on sleep at the front desk. This class was shared by Gryffindor and Slytherin, not like Ravenclaw's History of Magic class No one is sober.

"But Dumbledore may have too many things, and there may be too many people who need him to save." Tom added in a low voice, and it seemed to be mocking, and it seemed to be opening for the teacher who had taught him for three years. drag.

"I didn't expect a goblin's name to be so long," Nelson wrote in his notebook a name about fifteen centimeters long written in a script he had never seen before, "You can know the name of his family by reading a goblin's name." Ancestors and relatives four generations up... I thought the goblins would have cute names like bottle caps and pull rings."

"Do you really dare to give it?" Tom was not interested in the name of the goblin, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of something happening? As an Englishman, your behavior is considered an enemy."

"Will you report me?" Nelson pouted and asked, "Not to mention the Black family, I asked Walburga to tell her family, I will only give them their contact information, as for how they spread it, we will discuss it with you." I'm okay - they should understand what I'm trying to say."

"Interesting," grumbled Tom.

"By the way, I have something to ask Professor Binns after class later," Nelson flipped his notes to a new page. As a ghost, Professor Binns doesn't feel dry mouth, so every class There are always a lot of notes, but the amount of notes has nothing to do with most of the students. He said while writing, "Do you have anything to do? If you have nothing to do, you can wait for me for a while. If you have something to do, you can go Bar."

"Okay." Tom nodded, closed his eyelids, fell asleep, and said, smacking his lips, "What can I do?"

……

After the get out of class bell rang, Professor Binns stopped the class as usual. There was no difference between this class and the one at the same time last year. Even the last word was stuck in the exact same position. He was satisfied with his rigor and turned to the class. Turn around and float to the door.Although it has been many years since he became a ghost, Professor Binns still maintains some of the habits he had when he was a wizard. For example, even though he turned to face the blackboard, he could float directly to his office, but he still chose to walk through the door. This will make him feel like he is following some customary rules, so that he appears like a real person.

Professor Binns stopped, turned his head to look at the drowsy and sleeping students under the podium, and sighed softly. Although the action of "sighing" would no longer make him spit out carbon dioxide, it was still an expression of emotion A good way, even the bell after class can't wake them up, how can my boring classes attract them?

His gaze crossed the front row of the classroom, and landed on Nelson who was putting away his notes and packing his schoolbag with his head bowed. He nodded in relief. He could see that this student had a passion for the history of magic from the bottom of his heart. Unlike an equally serious student, his enthusiasm for the history of magic seemed to come from a genuine interest.

Nelson fastened his backpack, raised his head, and met the surprised eyes of Professor Binns. He walked to the edge of the podium and said to Professor Binns, "Professor, hello, I have some questions to ask you, do you have time?" ?”

"Ah? Ask a question?" Professor Binns opened his mouth, his expression becoming more and more surprised. "Ask a question" has not happened in his classroom for hundreds of years. He raised his arm and scratched his head, although he didn't know Scratching his head is no use for a ghost that doesn't itch, but the action calmed him down, "Oh, come on, come to the office with me."

As he said that, he floated towards the classroom door and walked straight through. Nelson followed behind with a smile and shook his head, twisted open the door and followed out. He had always been puzzled—why could Professor Binns turn the pages of the book but not open the door?
Professor Binns' office is next door to the History of Magic classroom. Nelson walked into the corridor and saw Professor Binns pointing to the wooden door of the office, and said, "The door is unlocked, open it yourself and come in."

Nelson unscrewed the door and approached the office. The heavy curtains were tightly drawn, and a few candles glowed faintly in the wall lamp by the wall. There was a pair of burnt coals in the fireplace, which seemed to be hundreds of years ago. extinguished.

This office is full of a sense of age, the furniture is old, one wall is wrapped by tall bookshelves, and the opposite wall is tightly blocked by an equally tall display cabinet, which is full of old wines. There are also a number of age-appropriate items—medieval toys, a few small portraits of women, and a stuffed bat—that must have belonged to Professor Binns’ collection during his lifetime.

"Tom must really like this office," Nelson thought without reason.

"Sit whatever you want," Professor Binns said awkwardly as no one had been in his office for a long time. "Don't worry, the house elves in the castle will come to clean it every day."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson put the schoolbag on the bench by the door and rummaged through it.

"Um... do you drink? If you want to drink, you can take it from my cabinet. There is no glass, you can drink it from the bottle. I mean, these wines are the last remaining collection before I die. If you If you like it, you can take a bottle back with you." Professor Binns has a natural affection for Nelson, and this smiling image is very different from that in class, "Sit whatever you want, whatever you want."

"Professor," Nelson took out a small silver hoop from his schoolbag, on which was inlaid a medal with a red cross on a white background. The moment he saw the medal, Professor Binns' expression changed, and his translucent body produced a The sudden violent fluctuations became more and more transparent. Nelson was a little afraid that Professor Binns would disappear, so he immediately clenched his fists, grabbed the ring-like silver hoop, and said nervously, "I'm from Slytherin." Student, Nelson—"

"I know you, Nelson." Professor Binns stopped fluctuating, put away the embarrassment of being visited by students, and said seriously.

"Do you know? That's an honor." Nelson grinned. It was an honor in a sense to be remembered by someone who "lived" for an unknown amount of time.

"People will still have new memories after death, although I don't know where I would store them without a brain." Professor Binns turned his head and stared at Nelson with the milky white eyes unique to ghosts, "Huo The students of Gewarz always think that I am an old and confused ghost. Yes, I am indeed indifferent to many things. It is because I have lived too long and I have sent away countless batches of students. If one If a man remembers too much, his memory is too long and dull, so I choose to ignore and not remember the less important things-such as what students I taught. But you, Mr. Wertling , you are one of the few students worthy of my memory, I mean the kind of close relationship people who don't need to be mentioned in the history of magic, but I believe you will leave your name in the history of magic. "

Mr Wertling?Professor Binns actually knows my last name?Nelson felt even more flattered.

"So now, Mr. Wertling, I will answer your doubts," said Professor Binns, who suddenly floated in front of Nelson and stared at him, "but before that, open your hands and give me Look at that... that thing."

"professor……"

Nelson looked at Professor Binns, who looked extremely urgent, and opened his hand. The professor stared at the Guardian Medal, and froze for a long time.

Nelson never imagined that he could see so many emotions from the eyes of a ghost, such as shock, nostalgia, memory, regret, joy, pain, hatred... All kinds of different emotions are intertwined, giving Professor Binns a unique feeling. Nelson couldn't help empathizing with the aura.

After a long time, Professor Binns raised his head, looked at Nelson with a complicated expression in front of him, and asked, "Where did you find this medal?"

"It was from the Wizengamot," Nelson replied.

"The Wizengamot... the Wizengamot issued it to you? Are they still giving out this medal?" Professor Binns muttered.

"Yes, but it is said that they are discussing the issue of stopping the award of the Guardian of the Garter because...you know." Nelson shrugged.

"That's right... our war is over."

Professor Binns turned around and sat on the sofa behind his desk!With Nelson's surprised expression on his face, he waved his hand, and the chair by the door fluttered to the opposite side of him. He nodded and motioned for Nelson to sit down, and asked like a living wizard, "Can you show me, Your Patronus?"

Nelson nodded and pulled out his wand. This was the smoothest time he had used the Patronus Charm. Holding the wand, with a thought, the rebellious falcon rushed out of the wand without even recalling any happy memories. It didn't show off its speed, but slowly flapped its wings and hovered in front of Professor Binns, showing a humane expression, looking at this strange guy who had never seen it before but made him feel close.

"Great patron saint, Mr. Wertling." Professor Binns nodded, Nelson waved his wand, the silver falcon shattered into light spots and disappeared, the professor tapped the armrest of the sofa with his index finger, looking at the medal in Nelson's hand Asked, "You brought it to me, you should know who I am?"

"I don't think you should be like the rumor...you forgot to bring your body when you went to class one morning." Nelson shrugged and said.

"That's right, haha." Professor Binns didn't shy away from the cause of his death, and even smiled, but this smile looked horrifying on the face of a ghost. He spread his hands and said, "Rumors are always better than real history. Much more interesting, otherwise it wouldn't have gone viral, and I personally think the story is pretty funny."

"When I was awarded the honor, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot told me the history of the Guardian Medal and the Knights of the Garter." Nelson said, "In the Knights of the Garter, there was such a wizard who chose to kill himself and turned into a ghost. , to explore the secrets of the soul, my intuition tells me that you are that wizard."

"Mr. Wertling, that's not right," Professor Binns said, shaking his head. "When studying history, you need to find evidence from historical materials. Intuition is not trustworthy at all. It's as unreliable as myths, legends, and rumors."

"I understand, but there are too few historical materials at that time, and they are too ambiguous," Nelson said he was educated, and then asked, "So is it you?"

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)