My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 189 Dementor Chaos

"Knights of the Garter, what a name..."

Professor Binns stood up from the sofa. For this ghost professor, using "stand up" to describe his actions at the moment is a bit inappropriate. He floated straight up, passed through the desk, passed through Nelson's body, floated Arriving in front of the quaint standing cabinet that occupied half of the wall, he opened the door, took out a slender black bottle, and floated back to the seat with it, "This bottle of wine was given to me by Salazar back then. of."

"Mr. Wertling, would you mind pouring me a glass of wine?" He sat back on the sofa and asked, "The glass is on the shelf on your right."

Nelson nodded and took down a clean goblet.

"Tin cups, large ones, take two." Professor Binns commanded, "You can have a cup too, I won't tell your dean, this kind of good wine that has been in the past, it will disappear soon after opening." spoiled."

"Okay, Professor." Nelson found two large tin cups with rough strokes depicting the sun, which looked like cups for a three-meter-tall giant. He drew out his wand, tapped the bottle neck, and the wood The stopper popped out with a "bang", followed by the pleasant popping sound caused by the collision of fine foam, Nelson poured the dark red wine into the glass along the wall, and suddenly, a gust of The aroma of clear alcohol mixed with fruity woods spread throughout the office. Just by smelling the smell, Nelson felt slightly drunk.

He sat back on his seat, stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the tin cup, it felt cold to the touch, and the somewhat abstract little sun carved on it lit up, emitting a burst of warm red.

"Is it cute? This is a set of tin cups that my daughter made for me on her eighth birthday. It's a pity that after so many years of bumps and bumps, there are only two left." Professor Binns saw Nelson with a curiosity Looking at himself, he smiled and said, "Are you curious about how ghosts drink?"

After that, he picked up the wine glass and poured the liquid into his mouth, but the aged delicacies went straight through his body and splashed onto the sofa behind him. He shook his head sadly and said, "I have almost Not having tasted anything for 1000 years is like not hearing the name of the Knights of the Garter for 1000 years."

"Professor..." Nelson wanted to comfort this old ghost who had lived alone for hundreds of thousands of years, but found that at his pitiful young age, how could he be worthy of comforting him, he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

"Why do you suddenly become so sad?" Professor Binns smiled, pointed to the tin cup in front of Nelson, and said, "Taste it for me."

Nelson picked up the wine glass and sipped it. This bottle of old wine that was as old as Hogwarts gave him a very novel feeling. Nelson didn't like drinking. It wasn't that he didn't like the feeling of alcohol, but he didn't like the taste of alcohol. And this bottle of wine is so different. After taking a sip, every cell in the mouth is jumping for joy, greedily absorbing and squeezing every trace of flavor, and when it slides down the throat into the stomach, Nelson His magical power also surged, and a faint mist floated in the office. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, but ended up hiccupping.

Nelson covered his mouth in embarrassment, Professor Binns put his hand into the fog and stirred it, his eyes suddenly lit up, he smiled and waved his hands, and said, "Drink more, but don't drink too much. Some herbal medicines have long been extinct, and this craft has long been lost."

After all, he stopped looking at Nelson and began to tell his own story.

"I may be the only wizard in the Knights of the Garter who doesn't know the Patronus Charm." He faced Nelson, but his eyes did not focus on the student on the opposite side, and he drifted into the distance, "Speaking of which, this period of history There are indeed very few records, because everyone at that time didn't want future generations to know that they, a group of people who were brilliant in their own time, were burned by a black wizard in BC, and although they won in the end, they Everyone knew it was only the dark wizard's servants and even toys that nearly broke them, and they had to call it 'The Dementor Rebellion', and they didn't even want to mention that name."

"The dark wizard from BC?" Nelson put down his glass and said seriously.

"Yes, I know you like the history of magic very much, and you study hard. You should know about a black hole in the ancient history of magic—the despicable Haierbo." Professor Binns looked back, and said, "As for why he is called a black hole, Presumably you are also aware that in the eyes of many people, the historians who study the history of black magic are of poor quality. When encountering a magic whose creator is unknown, they will comment "This is the invention of the despicable Haierbo", But it’s not—the inheritance of these magics couldn’t be more clear, it’s suffocatingly clear.”

"So—" Nelson was stunned. He thought that half of the extremely humble and incomplete soul in the illusion was just a "blame man". Although he was strong, he shouldn't be so outrageous. The vigilance has been raised to a higher level.

"That's right, although my research direction is not the history of black magic, I have to admit that it is the most reliable explanation," Professor Binns continued. There are several terrifying magical creatures, the most famous of which is the basilisk, but the most dangerous is not the basilisk, but the dementor."

"Dementors were created by Hai Erbo?"

"That's right, one day 1000 years ago, this kind of creature suddenly appeared on the land of Britain. At first, they only appeared in Wales and some surrounding small islands. Wizards and Muggles witnessed some people wearing black robes. The slender figure floated among the mass graves in the wilderness. At first we thought it might be some kind of ghoul or someone who had been victimized by black magic, until someone witnessed them sucking out a person's soul through a kiss..."

Professor Binns shuddered as he spoke. This long memory left a deep impression on him.

"The Wizengamot quickly issued an emergency order, calling on British wizards to repel and capture the dead souls around the living area as much as possible-oh, they were still called dead souls at that time, and the committee members of the Wizengamot generally believed that they were Some kind of soul puppet made of dead wizards, which they judged from the carrion faces of captured dementors." Professor Binns' voice became thin and trembling, "but they ignore One thing, the committee members of the Wizengamot are all well-known powerful wizards, but the vast majority of people in this world cannot fight a dementor."

"So the order caused a lot of casualties?"

"That's right," Professor Binns said helplessly with his milky white eyes wide open, "In just three days, thousands of wizards and wizards have disappeared, and countless Muggles have disappeared, and the dementors seem to have sprung from their The ones that crawled out of the corpses were all over the UK for a while, and their populations were also found across the strait. We still don’t know how they reproduced, but during that time, there were indeed more and more dementors. Now, their groups are getting bigger and bigger, and their actions have become unscrupulous. They began to attack human towns and settlements in groups. The shell of death."

"Hiss—" Nelson didn't expect these honest jailers to do such a big thing before, he quickly drank a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and asked, "Then how did you determine that they were creatures created by Hai Erbo? "

"Because it doesn't belong to this world," Professor Binns looked at Nelson and explained, "The most primitive desire of a creature is to live. Every creature has its own way of survival. It feeds on certain creatures, and It is the food of another creature, and life is like this endlessly and repeatedly. But dementors are different. They are a collection of the darkest and most evil emotions in the world, and they can be felt from hundreds of meters away. Maliciousness, they feed on the good emotions of human beings, leaving people with only the most desperate, pessimistic, and least willing memories. They are only aimed at human beings, and this kind of creature should not exist according to our cognition of."

Nelson nodded thoughtfully.

"And the decisive evidence comes from a friend of mine. When the dementors began to wreak havoc in the UK, he embarked on a journey to find the source of this creature." Professor Binns looked away and looked into the cabinet. A set of matryoshka dolls with peeling paint in it, said, "He has a keen intuition, and when everyone thinks that the dementor is a natural phenomenon or even the punishment of 'God', he can see the abruptness of this creature at a glance. Incongruous, so he left England and began to search for similar legends or magic all over the world."

"Did he find it at last?"

"Of course," Professor Binns smiled proudly. He was very proud of his friend's deeds. "He finally found the answer he wanted in the Balkan Peninsula of the Byzantine Empire—the notorious Haierbo was killed by a priestess. Before Pythia was defeated, he left a sentence that was both a curse and a threat: 'I created the most loyal servants, and they will help me sow pain on the world and wipe out all your hopes! Your souls will also be torn by them Smash, devour! This is what happens to me as an enemy!'."

Professor Binns recited this sentence with great emotion, and it was obvious that he remembered it in detail.

"Thousands of years have passed since the despicable Haierbo was defeated, and even ancient Greece has perished, but Haierbo's curse has never been fulfilled. For the local wizards, his curse is nothing more than the barking of a stray dog." , but for British wizards, this curse is very real, it really came true, but for some unknown reason, it came to England, and it was delayed for more than 1000 years."

"I see."

Nelson suddenly realized that the history with only a few words left was finally completed. It turned out that such a disaster had happened here. Considering that even today, there are very few people around who can use the Patronus Charm, you can already imagine the wizards thousands of years ago The feeling of powerlessness they felt against the endless stream of dementors.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the old ghost teacher in front of him. When he was faced with nothing about the future, he even dared to die and turned into a ghost to find a solution to the problem. Can an individual do it?

"Now that you understand what happened back then, you can ask your questions."

"It's like this," Nelson thought for a while, put the Guardian Medal on the desk, and said, "When I left after the award, I heard this medal say a word to me."

"What?" Professor Binns raised his head, his face was full of astonishment, he leaned forward, and approached the medal through the table, almost stuffing the medal into his body. He stared at Nelson and asked, "It said what?"

"It said, watch out for Haier, stay away from Haier, and kill Haier." Nelson swallowed, and said, "It also said, kill him, kill them, and everything will be over. Do you know that it wants me to kill who?"

"Helbo is still alive?" Professor Binns seemed to know no more than Nelson. On the contrary, he was even more surprised. He carefully looked at the silver hoop medal on the table, and even stretched out his hand through it. After a while , shook his head, and said, "Although I'm just a ghost, I can't really touch it, but I can guarantee that it is an ordinary guardian medal-at first I thought it was a horcrux or something similar, But there are no traces."

Professor Binns spread his hands and sat back on the sofa.

"Is that so... Thank you, Professor." Nelson grabbed the medal, stood up, and was about to leave, "Then I won't bother you, my friend is still waiting for me."

"Can you leave it to me? Let me study it for a while." Professor Binns asked, "Maybe I can help you find what is hiding in it."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Nelson put the medal back on the table, took two steps back, turned and walked towards the door.

"By the way, take the half bottle of wine and share it with a friend. Don't let the dean see it."

Nelson turned around and saw Professor Binns winking at him. After thinking for a while, he still couldn't resist the delicious temptation, turned and walked back.Back and forth, he finally left the door.

"Mr. Wertning, if you have any questions, you can come to communicate frequently. I also have some research on the history of magic in Northern Europe. I think you should be interested."

Professor Binns' voice sounded behind him.

"Okay, thank you." Nelson closed the door, just as he saw Ravenclaw's Dean, Professor Sykes, hurriedly passing by the stairwell opposite the corridor. A professor who had been in class for two consecutive weeks and only gave lectures without communicating or even giving homework, nodded at Nelson with a straight face, turned around the corner, and disappeared.

Nelson glanced at her back, touched the bag he was carrying, and approached the History of Magic classroom.

Tom was still sound asleep on the table, but when Nelson approached, he raised his head vigilantly.

"Let's go, go eat, I'm starving to death."

(End of this chapter)