My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 194 Earthquake
"Are you very optimistic about him?"

The duel in the student activity room was in full swing, and Tom was dangling around the edge of the venue with his hands behind his back, "inspecting" his results with satisfaction, before he swayed to Nelson's side without paying attention.

Finding that Nelson was staring intently at Moody, who was knocked down again and again, Tom walked behind him without footsteps, put his head in his ear, and said quietly.

"Who? What's wrong with me?" Nelson was taken aback, his pupils dilated from a daze shrank suddenly, he turned his head to look at Tom, and said angrily, "Why do you look like a ghost."

"I mean, do you like that Gryffindor?"

"Which Gryffindor?"

"That's the one in front of you," Tom said, nodding to Moody who had just gotten up, "Alastor Moody, Gryffindor third year student, do you remember? Ke... the second year At the Sorting Ceremony, you specifically predicted that he would go to Gryffindor."

"He's Moody? Didn't you ask me? Why did I predict it?" Nelson turned his head, looked at Moody carefully, and said seriously, "I remember he wasn't so fat when he was in the first grade. Why? Now……"

"People change." Tom also followed Nelson, pretending to sigh, and said, "So you didn't look at him? Then what are you looking at?"

After all, he looked in the direction of Nelson's gaze just now. There were pairs of young wizards engaged in a duel. Several senior students shuttled around the venue with serious faces, supervising and pointing at the same time. .

"I didn't see anything, I was just thinking..." Nelson shook his head and said, "It stands to reason that the two magics shouldn't cancel each other out. The falcon I transformed is my patron saint. That snake of yours can’t be a dementor, can it? And even if it was a dementor, how could it disappear after colliding with it?”

"Did you tell it to come out and take a look?" Tom introduced his spell, "I think you should observe your patron saint directly. My magic is called 'Spiritual Words', which is concretization driven by strong will. According to him, this kind of magic can directly interact with the enemy's soul regardless of the obstruction of matter and magic power."

"I just can't call out now, I don't know what happened to it, my Patronus doesn't respond to my call." Nelson shrugged, his face was full of tangles, "Does this magic of yours have anything to do with the Patronus Charm? ?”

"I can show you later," Tom asked worriedly, fearing that a duel would turn Nelson into a squib. "Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Nelson spread his hand, a small silver ball flowed freely in his hand like mercury, constantly changing its material and shape, and he would finally turn into a pupa and throw the ball into the sky. A dragonfly broke out of its chrysalis and flew crookedly to the end of the activity room, "Look, my magic power is fine, but now I just can't summon my patron saint."

"You can't use the Patronus Charm?" said Tom, still more frightened. "My spell really doesn't do that."

"I know, it might just be some kind of wonderful reaction. After all, it's magic...and it can't be said that it's completely useless, but it's very different from what I imagined. I don't want to be a magician who puts magic on my fist A wizard in a boxing duel." Nelson clenched his fist, and a layer of silver light slowly climbed up the edge of the fist, "I can feel what is happening to it, from the moment it collided with the snake—I'm not sure Is that good or bad, after all it would be pretty embarrassing if a dementor came out of my wand as soon as I cast the Patronus Charm."

"Hiss... I don't want to either. Why don't you ask Dumbledore? I think a wizard like him should have a lot of research on magic like the Patronus Charm." Tom scratched his chin and suggested, " Or you can ask Professor Binns? Doesn't he belong to the same knight order as you?"

"I don't really want to discuss this with Professor Dumbledore," Nelson shook his head. "As for Professor Binns, this is indeed a good choice, but the embarrassing thing is that he doesn't know the Patronus Charm either."

"Haha, that's right." Tom seemed to think of something, and was amused by his own thoughts. He continued to propose, "Where is Grindelwald? Aren't you his student?"

"Haha, Tom," Nelson said, raising his eyebrows, "I don't want to discuss this kind of thing with him... Forget it, don't worry about it, there are not so many dementors in the world for me to go Deal with it, if it is really unfortunate, I can only practice fighting with it."

Nelson let go of his fist, and the silver light slowly dissipated.

"So who wins in the end?" Tom finally asked a question that had been suppressed for a long time. Like the audience, he himself was even more curious about the answer to this question.

"Didn't the referee say it all?" Nelson pouted and said, "My bird fell from the sky and collapsed the ring. I fell out of bounds. Didn't you win?"

"I always feel like you have something left." Tom stared at Nelson suspiciously.

"Otherwise? Are you willing to wait a few minutes for me to set up my position before receiving a round of salvo from me?" Nelson shrugged, "Besides, I don't think anyone can survive your explosion intact, or you Do you want to admit defeat? I think it’s better for you to win in this kind of place.”

"Hmph," Tom said noncommittally, "I owe you one."

"I don't want to be owed that kind of spell." The two of them simultaneously thought of a certain basilisk that had shed two layers of skin and was licking its wounds in the secret room.

Tom stood beside Nelson, and began to watch the duel activities that gradually entered the state seriously. The spells of the young wizards became more and more proficient, and even Moody, who couldn't even understand the Iron Armor Curse, began to fight well with his opponents Back, Tom couldn't help saying, "I think I can come to Hogwarts to be a teacher after graduation. Look, that Moody even made a wrong spell-casting gesture at the beginning. My teaching results are very remarkable."

"Indeed." Nelson nodded, "Speaking of being a teacher, Minerva wrote me a letter a few days before I returned to England. She told me that she might come back to be a teacher after a while. There may be a chance to be a colleague with her."

"Didn't she just leave? She's coming back soon. Does she like campus life so much?" Tom asked curiously. I go to work directly after graduation. Is it because the Ministry is not treated well? ... Yes, I heard that the new building of the Ministry of Magic cut corners, has serious quality problems, and spends too much budget, resulting in the salary of some employees not being paid. .”

"That's slander," Nelson said. "To tell you the truth, I know the construction team very well. They are really professional, and the work is good and cheap."

"Well, it may be that the benefits of Hogwarts are really great." Tom nodded and asked, "Did she say which class she was going to be the teacher of? Seriously, I really do." I really hope that she will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Mellas is too outrageous, I feel like I didn't learn anything in the four years of school, but..."

"But you don't want her to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, because that's your dream job?"

Nelson squinted at Tom, who was too understanding.

"That's right, that's right, I think I'm more suitable." Tom nodded without shyness, and said, "I really want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think that with a character like her, teaching Charms and even History of Magic It's all very suitable."

"Because it's serious?" Nelson asked, seeing Tom nodded, he continued, "Minerva told me that Professor Dumbledore invited her to join her teaching group, and she is considering whether to quit her job at the Ministry of Magic." , if she really has the opportunity to study at Hogwarts in the future, she may become a professor of Transfiguration."

"Teaching group? Is there such a thing? To tell you the truth, I have been studying here for four years, and I always thought that there was only one teacher for each class."

"Maybe it's the first one."

"Actually, in my vision, she should be a Charms teacher, I will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and you will teach Transfiguration."

"How embarrassing are you for Professor Sykes?" Nelson smiled. "Are you going to fire the head of Ravenclaw?"

"Hmph, Gnar," Tom suddenly approached, and whispered mysteriously, "Do you remember that I told you that I had evidence of a teacher colluding with outsiders? Guess who it is?"

"Professor Sykes? What a coincidence," Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Do you remember that I have been plagued by the venom of the Winged Demon for a while, do you know who did it?"

"Isn't that what Joquenda Sykes left with you?" Tom thought, never remembering such long-settled matters, "I remember I caught her in Paris, and it was her confessed."

"I was there when Jokunda was dismissed by Aberforth. It is said that she just landed at a saint's meeting place after flying across the Atlantic on a broomstick, so I went to investigate it later," Nelson said. , "You may not believe it, there is no such person in Nurmengard's roster, and there is no record of her deeds of riding a broom into the crowd. On the contrary, I learned from a person who has been engaged in magical animal smuggling for many years The wizard learned from the wizard that the wizard with the strange surname Sykes has been breeding dangerous XXXXX for a long time. The history can be traced back to the ancient Greek period-but in modern times, they suddenly breed with themselves. disappeared along with the magical animals."

"You mean it's possible that Professor Sykes..."

Tom's face became serious, and he felt more and more that the place where he lived was in danger.

"In my opinion, Professor Sykes is indeed a good teacher with profound knowledge and serious teaching, and she is also very responsible to the students," Nelson would recall, when he went to the Ravenclaw tower to send a letter in the first grade and was beaten by Sykes. The experience of Professor Kess being called into the office, he was in a daze for a while, and it was difficult for him to see the whole picture of this serious professor, "But since you have evidence, I think we can take a good look at it."

"I don't even think Dumbledore can be trusted anymore!" Tom felt a moment of fear. "It's a good thing I didn't go to her directly, otherwise I might be sucked into the brain by the Winged Demon right now."

Imagining a big green moth madly attacking Tom's head and pulling his hair out, Nelson joked with a smile: "I suggest you also go to Miss Joy to make a bone spirit, she can Make your head so hard that even a winged demon can't pierce it."

"That's unnecessary," Tom continued to groan, "For the sake of my working environment in the future, I need to clean up Hogwarts."

"Okay, Professor Riddle." Nelson smiled and ruffled Tom's hair.

"What's more, a professor, a powerful wizard who may raise XXXXX-level magical animals," Tom was a little happy when he was called "Professor Riddle" by Nelson, and was extremely excited because of the powerful enemy he was about to face , His breathing became a little heavy, but he quickly calmed down, lowered his head, and the red light in his pupils slowly dissipated, "This is completely different from the weak second-hand dealers who open and collect dilapidated garbage stations."

"Of course, she is famously strong," Nelson said seriously, "We can't wrong a good person, if she didn't betray Hogwarts as imagined."

"No," Tom raised his head, licked his lips, and retorted, "Anyone needs to be responsible for what they have done. I think it's time for her to be responsible for the crouching demon—anyway Said that the beast has nothing to do with her, even if it was just a negligence to let it escape, it should be counted as her crime."

"She's a professor after all," Nelson said. "We'd better not act rashly until the truth is known."

"You have the final say," Tom shrugged, "Gnar, this is your business, I don't care what you do, I just do what I have to do."

"boom!"

The door of the student activity room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, fat, bald figure appeared at the door. Nelson took a closer look and found that it was Professor Slughorn in a nightgown. Bloodshot, angry eyes, just opened the door and roared into it: "Who?! Who did this!"

Professor Slughorn glanced back and forth anxiously, and quickly focused on Alphard standing by the door, who was posing with his classmates in a fighting posture, and shouted angrily, "Is that you? Black! It's you again!"

"Teach...Professor?" Alphard let go of his hand, and his wand fell to the ground. His heart was full of fear, and he was afraid that something would happen to him again, so he stammered and asked, "What did I do?"

"Playing stupid?" Professor Slughorn stepped forward with his slippers on, grabbed Alphard by the collar, and said loudly, "Exploding in the student activity room under the tower? I won't let you make holes in the lounge , are you planning to bring down the entire castle?!"

(End of this chapter)