My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 36 "The Story of the Poet Bedou"

"Oh! Let's see who's here!" Flitwick jumped down from his chair and applauded, his tone and actions were exaggerated, but unfortunately his stature was too short, so standing on the ground looked even better than sitting on a bench Even shorter.

"Felius." Nelson greeted him and nodded in greeting.

"Who is this handsome gentleman?" Flitwick ran up and down in front of the two of them, in fact, his speed was like walking, but his movements looked like trotting or racing, which made the short man look like Full of energy, he raised his head, looked at Nelson beside Tom, led the two to the table with a smile, and asked as he walked, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Senior Flitwick, I'm Tom Riddle." Tom agreed with a serious expression. Although he talked about this disgusting and mentally retarded person all day long, he was full of respect for the real strong, Flitwick. The champion of this duel competition obviously meets the standard of "strong".

"Oh, I know you, Professor Slughorn likes you very much." Flitwick braced with his hands, jumped vigorously on the chair he was sitting on, snapped his fingers, and the two next to the empty table The chair wobbled and flew behind the two of them' ass.

Tom threw the large and small bags in his hand on the ground,
Augusta squeezed next to Mag, which made Mag, who was chatting with the big boy, stop talking, and turned to see Nelson and the two of them. She closed a book in her hand and ignored it and winked at the side. Augusta, looking at the two of them through her glasses, "Merry Christmas to Nelson, Riddle. I hope Augusta didn't cause you trouble, she always speaks without thinking, and sometimes even a little crazy. ."

"Who do you say is crazy?" Augusta said dissatisfiedly, teasing the vultures who remained on the edge of the seat.

"Seriously, I suggest you go to St. Mungo's. If you don't go now, you may go often in the future." Mag rolled his eyes and waved his arms in a flat tone, as if he was sending a Like a fly, "You OWLs. Charms class didn't even pass..."

"Don't say this in front of the junior!" Augusta covered McGonagall's mouth with an agile movement that surpassed human beings, and saw Nelson, Tom and the big boy next to him looking around and pretending that he didn't listen to anything When he arrived, he vented his energy and sat down on the chair helplessly, muttering some incomprehensible words, "What's so good about the spell class, what's the use of this thing..."

"Augusta, you can't say that!" Flitwick is best at spell learning. "You can't say it's useless just because you can't learn a class well."

"Hello, are you also a student at Hogwarts?" Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere became tense, Nelson hurriedly extended his right hand to the overwhelmed big boy beside him. He seemed to be more than two meters tall, even At three meters, he tried his best to nestle himself into the delicate little chair in the dining room, looking a little funny, and this funny feeling became more intense when he and Flitwick next to him were brought into view. The coat is full of patches, but the starch is clean. There is an equally round garlic nose in the middle of the round face, which looks simple and honest and full of affinity.

He was a little overwhelmed when he saw Nelson's outstretched hand, and hurriedly stretched out his generous right hand to wipe the placket of his shirt, then smiled shyly at Nelson, picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his hand vigorously , while speaking timidly, his voice did not match his height, and he could tell that he was a rather immature child as soon as he opened his mouth, "Yes... Yes, my name is Rubeus Hagrid, if nothing else, I should Going to Hogwarts to read."

Nelson grinned when he saw the hand slowly reaching out to him, got up and took a step forward to hold Hagrid's big hand tightly, then leaned forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Welcome To Hogwarts!"

The three seniors stopped arguing, and looked at the two who were hugging a little with some relief. Hagrid looked a little happy and said happily, "I should be going to school in the next year! Merlin's beard, I Dad thought at first that I wouldn't have the talent for magic!"

"If you're here, that means you have it," Tom nodded reservedly aside, flipping through the menu, poking at the dishes with his fingers under Flitwick's guidance, "I think you'd better come to Slytherin, Slytherin. Laitlin is the best college, and Gnar can help you with your homework."

"I have reservations," McGonagall and Flitwick said in unison, and Flitwick added, "But tutoring is fine, and we're graduating soon."

"Hahaha..." Hagrid just smiled honestly, he had his own ideas.

Soon the waiter brought the dishes, and the six people sat around the table eating, while continuing the conversation that was interrupted by the two people, Mag quickly finished eating, wiped his mouth, pursed his lips, and opened it. The book that was closed earlier.

"So are you guys here to read fairy tales?" Nelson asked curiously, taking a small tomato that Tom handed him, holding it in his hand.

"This is not a simple fairy tale, this is The Tales of Bedouin the Poet." McGonagall cleared her throat, "Many people who specialize in this book believe that what happens in the story has a real prototype, such as It is believed that Babette's story uses the advanced transfiguration known as Animagos, and there are many magical magic, magic props and magical animals in the story that have never been discovered, possessed or used in real life. , but they are amazing even for wizards, and many spend their entire lives finding no clues."

"But it arouses people's desire to explore even more. No one will endure the temptation of profound magic, magical magical props or powerful and beautiful magical animals." Augusta said, "We are no exception. We even have some clues already."

"But it's just a fairy tale after all, Gnar." Flitwick said sternly, "In fact, the clue we found was discovered more than 130 years ago, and it has been proved to be a clue that has no results."

"I just like these stories." Hagrid looked naive to the side, "My dad has this book on his bookshelf, it accompanied me through my childhood, and I even relied on it to read and write. , Mr. Dumbledore asked a few seniors to take me to play, I didn't expect them to read this kind of book, I thought they only read that kind of profound magic book."

"Mr. Dumbledore? Do you know Dumbledore?" Nelson was curious.

"Yes, my father goes into the mountains every winter." Hagrid looked worried, but when he mentioned Dumbledore, he became reverent again, "every time he would entrust me to Dumbledore's care, and now I grow up When I'm older, I don't think I need to bother him, and he also thinks I need to have more contact with other people."

He waved his arm vigorously, showing off his strong arms.

"Are you really born in [-]? I still have some doubts." Augusta looked up at Hagrid's arm with a look of distrust.

"Okay, okay, he's just a big skeleton." Mag interrupted her, "To tell you the truth, I was this tall when I was in first grade."

"I quite like this story." Tom lifted his head from the book and read the title of an article in the book softly: "The Witch's Hairy Heart."

"Hey..." Augusta looked disgusted, "I feel this is really disgusting."

"Actually, I think this is a very deep story." McGonagall murmured with a look of recollection: "A heart lacking love can only bring pain, and many things are compared with love. Not worth mentioning at all.”

"Yes," Tom asked casually, looking convinced, "and I'm a little curious, is this magic that hides a heart or some other weakness and becomes powerful really?"

"Actually, the heart is not the weakness of wizards," Flitwick explained. "For the healing magicians who work at St. Mungo's, it may only take a second to mend a broken heart, but If you dig it out like in the book, the doctor probably won't be able to save you either."

"Oh," said Tom thoughtfully, "so it is."

"Well, a lot of the stories in Bedouin the Poet are full of metaphors, except that McGonagall just said about the witch who turned into a rabbit, oh, can I have one? It looks delicious." Get Tom After agreeing, Flitwick waved his hand, and a small tomato flew into his mouth, he chewed with intoxication on his face, and then explained to the two who had not read the book, "Other than that, Jumping the pot may imply advanced alchemy, which can even be made into magical props with self-consciousness; Good Luck Fountain may represent the prototype of Fuling Elixir, which is said to bring lucky water; and the most famous It's "A Tale of Three Brothers"... oh, it's delicious, I feel like I'm in love with this kind of fruit."

Flitwick swallowed the little tomato (Tom: it's a vegetable!) and continued, drawing a glittering figure on the napkin with his wand, saying, "There are three things in this story. The powerful Deathly Hallows, it is said that whoever owns these three holy weapons can be the master of the god of death. They are the invincible old wand that can increase magic power, and can resurrect the dead and bring people back from the god of death. The Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak that evades everything and is completely invisible... Countless wizards have been searching for these three sacred artifacts, and they use this symbol to represent their ideal of treasure hunting."

The last stroke of the wand fell, and on the napkin was a gleaming symbol with a vertical line in a circle that ran through a triangle.Looking at Tom with a fascinated expression and Nelson with a thoughtful expression, he spoke slowly, and his originally sharp voice even sounded a little low.

"It's just a story after all. Besides, the power of a wizard cannot depend on external things."

　If you are interested, you can go to Rowling's "Stories of Bedouin the Poet". There are several stories in it that are really good. I prefer the one by Mao Xin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)