My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 200 Tabloid Hat
"Gnar, wait..."

When Nelson stepped out of the door of Professor Binns' office, a voice stopped him timidly. He looked around and found that there was no one there.

The vigilance he had developed in the face of sneak attacks for many years made him put his hands in his pockets immediately, and his body tensed up.

"Here I am!" The owner of the voice seemed annoyed that Nelson hadn't noticed her, and this time Nelson heard him clearly. He looked down to the left and spotted a small statue behind a statue of a knight at Professor Binns' door. Newsboy cap.

"Oh? Christian?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. It has been a long time since he returned to Hogwarts, but he has never been free to talk to Christian. He scratched his head and said to the one who came out from behind the sculpture, "Hi, I haven't had time to congratulate you in person, you have found your family."

"You have congratulated me." Christian walked up to Nelson, looked around, as if he was worried about being discovered by others, "you wrote to me and told me about it."

Looking at Christian's unhappy face, Nelson was a little surprised. In his imagination, Christian should be happy after hearing this, but now it seems that she is a little bit against her Excellent brother.Nelson showed a playful expression, nodded, and said, "I still have to congratulate you in person."

"Hmm..." Christian responded impatiently. She stood on tiptoe, her face was full of anxiety, she leaned closer, and whispered, "Are... are you free? I have something to tell you. "

"Okay," Nelson nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant, "I'm just going to eat, let's go together, Tom is waiting for me there, we can find a table and eat together."

"No, no." Christian grabbed Nelson's cuff, shook his head vigorously, and said, "This matter is about... Tom, I don't want to say it in front of him."

"Oh?" Nelson asked, stopping. "What are you trying to say? Is it important?"

Christian didn't speak, but her vigorous nodding and tightening grip told Nelson that she had to talk about it.

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, took out a letter pad from his pocket, tore off a page, scribbled a few words, folded it into the shape of a thousand paper cranes, and threw it into the air. It flapped its wings towards the direction of the restaurant. Flying away, seeing this scene, Christian's eyes were a little surprised, but the anxiety in his heart quickly overwhelmed the excitement of seeing the magical magic.

Nelson nodded, put the letter pad back in his pocket, and said, "I told Tom not to wait for me, by the way, since you seem urgent, where should we go?"

"I know a place that almost no one in the school knows." After that, Christian pulled Nelson and walked towards the castle without any explanation.

She chose a road that barely met anyone, and it was obvious that she was already familiar with doing this kind of thing.

"As expected of Gryffindor." Nelson thought to himself, and found himself on the eighth floor of the castle. Christian stood in front of a tapestry and began to pace back and forth.

Nelson took a closer look, and the tapestry depicted a scene where a troll beat Barnabas with a stick. He raised his eyebrows, and found the Room of Requirement. He couldn't help but look up to Christian.

An embarrassing thing happened. After Christian experienced 3 minutes of pacing back and forth, the smooth door that Nelson expected did not appear on the opposite side of the tapestry, and the expression on Christian's face changed from embarrassment to anxiety, even The voice of speaking has taken on a crying tone.

"I... I came here before, it's... it's still fine."

"Let me come." Nelson sighed, walked in front of Christian, kept thinking "I want a place where I can talk without being disturbed", and walked back and forth three times with his hands behind his back.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath and turned to look at the wall opposite the tapestry. A smooth door appeared there. Nelson was a little excited. Although he had experienced many things, this was the first time he really came to the legendary In the Room of Requirement, there are countless important events in the history of Hogwarts!
He stepped forward, pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, turned his head and said to the dumbfounded Christian, "This room is called the 'Room of Requirement', and it can meet the user's requirements, provided that the user needs to think clearly in their minds what kind of room they need. Otherwise, it will not understand your appeal."

Nelson stepped into the room, which was clean and almost empty save for two simple chairs and a sleek table in the center, and beckoned Christian in, adding, "I'm thinking of a An interrupted communication place, Christian, don't worry, this room is really unknown, I just happened to hear about it."

Christian didn't speak, just approached the room with his head down, and sat across from Nelson. There was a silence that lasted several minutes between the two, until she raised her head, staring at Nelson's eyes with a pair of black eyes, and asked softly , "Can I trust you?"

"?" Nelson was stunned by Christian's question. All of Christian's actions today gave people a sense of abnormality, and even her temperament was quite different from the girl who was gnashing her teeth in his heart. The girl who looked very haggard suffered some evil curse that caused her brain to be injured, but for the sake of familiarity with each other, he considered his tone and said patiently, "Of course, what happened? Is there anything I can do to help you?" ?”

Christian lowered his head and pursed his lips, and the suffocating silence fell between the two of them again. When Nelson was about to pull out his wand to try to break the spell for Christian, she suddenly raised her head and swallowed. Said, "Gnar, I really don't know whether I should say this... I have struggled for a long time, if you don't come back, I may have to tell Professor Dumbledore..."

(Nelson: You said it...)
Nelson, irritated by Christian's unknowingly conscious or unconscious gimmicks, tried to find a comfortable position in the simple chair under his buttocks, but he ultimately failed when he tried to start all over again. When it was time, Christian said suddenly: "Tom is practicing black magic."

"Yeah." Nelson nodded, spread his hands, and signaled Christian to continue, "And then?"

"Then..." Christian continued with her mouth open, but suddenly stopped, and she said excitedly, "Tom is practicing black magic! There is no more!"

"Uh..." Nelson felt a little speechless, why did you call me here mysteriously?He finally found a comfortable position, leaned back on the chair, and asked, "Didn't Tom tell you? That's right, you're not in a high grade, and you might not understand if I tell you."

"No no, Gnar, you got me wrong," Christian argued anxiously, "What I care about is not that he doesn't tell me, but that he is practicing black magic, Gnar, I think you must You know, dark wizards are proficient in black magic."

Nelson finally understood what Christian wanted to say. He waved his hand and said, "But a person who is proficient in black magic is not necessarily a dark wizard."

"No, Gnar, since you left, Tom has been secretly practicing black magic," Christian said, biting his lower lip, "I once went out to find food in the middle of the night, and there was no one in the downstairs room." I saw him at the door of the women's bathroom, that day he was holding a little mouse, pointing at it... pointing at it..."

"Death Curse?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. Tom didn't seem to be very skilled in this business, and he could be hit by someone.

"No," Christian shook his head, and said with a horrified expression, "it's... the Imperius Curse, he manipulated that little mouse to do many unimaginable things, the professor said in Defense Against the Dark Arts class before, Wizards who use black magic will be eroded by magic power, and eventually become black wizards who do all kinds of evil, Gnar, you must help me, I don't want Tom... Tom to become, become a dark wizard."

Christian's mood was extremely unstable. She took off the newsboy hat on her head and held it tightly in her arms, sobbing and speaking intermittently.

"This is not absolute, Christian," Nelson explained patiently, "Only by relying too much on black magic will you be eroded by magic power. Magic is just a tool for the strong, and Tom will not become what you think. "

"But he used black magic!" Christian retorted, "Using black magic is against the law, and he will be punished!"

"After you graduate, you can consider working in the Legal Enforcement Department or the Auror Office," Nelson shook his head and said, "I think your knowledge of magic is still a little superficial. Have you ever seen Tom use black magic to hurt others?"

"I asked my classmates from the same class to go to your party!" Christian raised his head, stared at Nelson, and said, "He saw the duel between you and Tom. Tom used powerful black magic. Isn't that enough?"

"Oh?" Nelson laughed, "Did he hurt me? No, Christian, I think it is necessary to correct your concept."

"what?"

"Do you think wizards who use black magic are evil, or wizards who do evil?"

"Aren't they the same?"

"No, Dumbledore also knows black magic, but he doesn't use them. On the contrary, I know some guys whose magic level is mediocre. Not to mention black magic, they can't even understand simple curses. But they can hurt others with their lack of magic, do you think they are evil?" Nelson said seriously, "Chris, I remember when I first met you, you used magic to steal... took my wallet."

"I stole," Christian gritted her teeth and admitted her fault, she said, "I admit that I have been a thief, but—"

"You may not know what magic is at the time," Nelson interrupted her, and continued, "You unconsciously mobilized your magic power at that time and used magic similar to the levitating spell, which is not black magic at all, but Do you think what you did was good?"

Christian lowered his head thoughtfully, with a confused expression on his face.

"I can also use black magic." Nelson pulled out his wand and waved it casually. A small black snake slowly crawled out of his hand. He waved his hand, and the snake dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. I'm not very familiar with this kind of magic, you can basically learn it just by looking at it, did I suddenly become a dark wizard?"

"..."

"The so-called boundary between black wizards and white wizards shouldn't be determined by what kind of magic they know - I know it at a glance, do I suddenly become a black wizard? This is obviously unreasonable," Nelson shook his head, he learned from Christie Ann could see from his stubborn expression that he didn't convince her, but he continued, "Using ordinary spells to kill people and using black magic to protect others, which kind of behavior is more abhorrent? Of course, I am not encouraging others to learn black magic. It's just that this quick and powerful spell can really help a lot at times."

"I don't intend to expose your scars, so why don't I expose my scars," Nelson sighed, and said, "The first time Tom and I used black magic was to find the murderer after Jonas died. The black magic of blood and blood has given us a lot of help. Without it, the murderer might die silently from excessive drinking in a few days... There are many, many magics in the world, and there are many, many wizards, the important thing It is not what magic you have learned, but what you have done, and the result is the most important."

Christian frowned and kept biting his lips. Nelson sighed inwardly again. He knew that he was not good at persuasion, and Christian, who was already stubborn, would not listen to his shocking speech. He didn't speak anymore, just let his eyes go blank and sat where he was.

After an unknown amount of time, Christian suddenly stood up from his seat, leaned forward, looked at Nelson, and said, "I have done wrong things with magic, so I don't want to make people I care about cry because of magic."

"Ah."

"I won't tell the professor, but I will prevent you from using black magic by myself," she said, looking at Nelson with burning eyes, "Since what black magic can do can also be done with white magic, why not How about being strict with yourself? Gnar, you are right, I am going to work in the Auror Office or the Law Enforcement Division, and I will show you my determination."

(Nelson: I don't want to see...)
Nelson was speechless, he couldn't understand what kind of logic his words used to make Christian get such a strange result in his heart.

"I'm glad you can have your own ideas, but don't worry, you won't have a chance to interfere with us," he shook his head, stood up, and took out a brand new newsboy hat with a Thunderbird on it from his pocket, Put it on the table, "This is a birthday present for you, but it's not there before, you can wear it differently, the thunderbird is regarded as a symbol of law in many places."

Putting down his hat and walking towards the door, Christian sat where he was, picked up the newsboy hat, and carefully stroked the emblem of the Thunderbird spreading its wings.

Nelson walked out of the Room of Requirement, and smiled self-deprecatingly. Christian was just an ordinary girl. She had not experienced what she and Tom had experienced. For many people like her, black magic was already a taboo topic Not to mention other more outrageous things, it is conceivable that if this momentum continues, the resistance of myself and Tom will not only come from the enemy. His steps are a little heavier, but they soon turn into a brisk trot—— — Lunch is not over yet.

……

When he ran to the restaurant, just in time to take a bite of hot food, Nelson sat down beside Tom. Just as he was about to talk about Christian, Tom handed over a closed note.

"Professor Sykes has something to do with you," Tom said vaguely with food in his mouth. "She sent a note to Dwight of Ravenclaw, and the time and place are written in it."

(End of this chapter)