My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 382 Treasures in "The Empty Classroom"

"Phew...it's so hard to get up early."

Early the next morning, Nelson came to the History of Magic classroom early. The furnishings in this classroom on the ground floor were exactly the same as it was hundreds of years ago. If there were no accidents, it would remain so for the next few hundred years.

Nelson held a bottle of gin carefully wrapped in an oak box, carefully placed it on the lecture table, randomly chose a front seat in the empty classroom, and waited quietly for the class to begin.

"Welcome, Nelson," Professor Binns' voice floated faintly from behind the blackboard, followed by his transparent body and those milky white eyes that could clearly see the joy, "If getting up early makes you feel If it is painful, we can change the time for class."

"Let's follow the class schedule," Nelson said with a sneer. Professor Binns overheard his yawning complaints, and felt a bit embarrassed to be caught on the spot. "After all, other students' time is also arranged according to the class schedule."

"That's not a problem," Professor Binns slowly floated in front of Nelson, and even sat down on the seat next to him. "You may not know that you are the only student in this course this semester."

"I'm the only student?" Nelson was stunned. He knew that History of Magic was not popular among his classmates, but he heard from Borroux during the vacation that Professor Binns scored well in the advanced class, so there was always some way to save trouble. Students who are not fully enrolled in the course like to take this course, "Professor, as far as I know, Myrtle Warren of Ravenclaw also chose this course."

He couldn't help recalling the exchanges between the few people during the holidays. Could it be that he remembered it wrong?Could it be that Jokunda secretly poisoned himself again?He stroked the back of his head, trying to find the wound left by the crooked demon.

"Ah... I know her. Professor Flitwick approached me to discuss this matter yesterday," Professor Binns said calmly. "After talking with Miss Warren herself, I don't think she chose it because she likes the history of magic. My improvement class, so I persuaded her to give up and change to the more useful arithmetic divination, for most wizards, peeking into the future, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is more valuable than burying themselves in piles of old papers."

Hearing his words, Nelson's heart twitched. Some courses, such as the study of magical animals, may be unpopular, but they are not so unpopular that there is only one student left, and Professor Binns' understated tone made this unwelcome pain Hidden so deep, he even included History of Magic as a "useless" course.

"Professor... I—"

"Actually, there is a student like you who really loves the history of magic, which is more gratifying to me than the elective list is full of people."

Professor Binns didn't seem to want to listen to Nelson's comfort. He raised his hand and pointed to the blackboard. The silver numbers that emerged stood out like fireflies in the dimly lit classroom: "I have come up with a rule. When the wizarding world encounters an accident, the students In the sixth grade, the desire to choose the advanced class of History of Magic will decrease. For example, since the year you were born, I have hardly taught any advanced class, except for the few classes before you, Miranda, who is also a Slytherin. Goshak chose this course, but many people don’t realize that the more they are in a changing situation, the more they should look for similar answers from history.”

"Professor, has class started yet?" Nelson asked with a smile and raised his hand.

"That's right, Nelson, history is more inclined to help those intelligent people who want to understand it," said Professor Binns softly. The grand history of wizards in other countries who came from nothing."

Nelson obediently took out a thick notebook from his schoolbag, and the magic wand in his pocket quickly turned into a beautiful quill and appeared in his hand.

"In the next two years, you will learn about the role of magic in history," Professor Binns floated to the back of the desk, and said forcefully to the only student under the podium, "I hope that in this classroom in the future I can mention your name more than once during my lectures!"

The eyes of ghosts and humans met in the air, and the pictures spanning thousands of years flashed in Professor Binns' sight. He changed from the drowsy scriptures of the past, and even without textbooks, his passionate voice seemed confident—— For him, thousands of years of history are just his daily memories in his life, and those histories that he has never been exposed to are also well-versed in the thousands of years of lesson preparation and teaching.

Nelson acted as if he had never listened to Professor Binns' lectures, and felt that a heavy history book was slowly being opened in front of him.

"Let's turn our attention to the north. In that cold place of extreme day and extreme night, when civilization was ignorant, a group of people who can feel the existence of magic like us have appeared in the settlement of the Nordic people," Professor Binns rushed Nelson smiled, and his first class chose the history of magic in Northern Europe, "According to legend, when every wizard in Northern Europe was young, their elders would plant an unknown seed in the place where they were born, And the towering giant trees that grow rapidly in the magic power will become their 'magic wands' when they are adults, using their branches as the medium for them to cast magic, similar to the wands used by British wizards."

Nelson buried himself in his notes, and thanks to wizards' contempt for history, it was difficult for him to find the histories of other countries in easily accessible libraries or bookstores.

"Compared to other places, the wizards of ancient Nordic have a more tolerant and unrestrained attitude towards Muggles. They are willing to build homes with Muggles living on the ice sheet, and they have left countless magical legends. Compared with city-states Compared with the confusing family ethics drama of ancient Mediterranean wizards, compared with the knight noble novels of ancient British wizards who ride horses and fight chaotically, the history of wizards in Northern Europe is undoubtedly the most easily researched and most majestic in the history of European magic. The history of ancient Nordic wizards has been recorded in Nordic myths and legends in a literary way - the battle between wizards and wizards, the fight against magical animals and natural disasters, and even the prophecies of destruction have been clearly recorded."

"Do you mean Ragnarok?" Nelson raised his hand and asked, even though there was only one person in the classroom, he strictly followed the classroom order. "Isn't it referring to a catastrophe that will destroy the world?"

"That's right," Professor Binns nodded, "but Muggle myths are a bit exaggerated. Nordic wizards are not extinct, but with the spread of magic, they replaced them with better British wands and joined international wizards. The Federation, after the International Statute of Secrecy, disappeared from Muggle sight in the same manner as prophesied."

"I see."

Nelson nodded and jotted down a few notes in his notebook. Maybe some famous scenes are just that Muggles occasionally saw wizards capture a giant dragon grinding its teeth under a tree, but this is exactly the case for the study of the history of magic. Find the active figures of wizards.

"To give you the simplest example," Professor Binns looked at Nelson with a smile, "Wildening is not a rare surname in Northern Europe. Its etymology is stream water. Most people with this surname have mixed blood The power of magic has long since disappeared, but in the genealogy of magic, Wertling refers to a family of wizards who have lived by the stream for a long time and are famous for their flowing transfiguration—and you, Nelson, may be Its only descendant."

Nelson stopped writing, and it was the first time he had heard about Wertling from someone else.

"Trust me, you will feel that this course can bring you more than you can imagine."

Professor Binns blinked, and in the dark classroom, the words and symbols on the blackboard flashed alternately and alternately.

……

"Other magic users in Britain before the wizarding unification? Let's talk about this in the middle of the period."

These are the last words of Professor Binns in this class.

An hour later, Professor Binns left the classroom with the bottle of gin in a happy expression. The moment he opened the door, his expression returned to the rigid and dull look.

Perhaps it was because Nelson's love for the history of magic moved him. He has completely let go of himself in the lectures, from legends to mysteries, from situations to magic... For most British wizards, the Norse has always been shrouded in mystery. The history of magic is undoubtedly revealed under his scrambling. Professor Binns seems to have not prepared many courses in this area.

In just one class hour, Nelson received a lot of knowledge far beyond usual, until a group of second-grade students walked into the classroom, he was still sitting at the front and center of the classroom, staring at the book that had been written down. Stacked notebooks, mesmerizing.

When the class entered the middle, he even had to use magic to make the quill pen record the words of Professor Binns by himself. His writing speed could not keep up with the speed of the excited Professor Binns, and Professor Binns seemed to be soaked in the sea. It seems that the sponge that has been living for too long has finally come ashore, trying to squeeze all the water in the body into a small bottle.

"Cough cough."

Just when the second grade students were wondering why Nelson was in the classroom, Tom coughed at the door, and the chattering classroom fell silent for an instant. The mischievous little wizards had a feeling of embarrassment for the prefect who could deduct points from them. Than the awe of the professor.

"Don't whisper in class, listen carefully!"

Tom carried a long gift box, walked up to Nelson with his chest upright, pulled him up from the chair, and glanced at his open notebook. The opened page was full of strange symbols. .

Only then did Nelson wake up from the huge amount of knowledge. He looked like Tom. He quickly noticed the surrounding environment, closed his notebook, and left quickly.

"What? Didn't Mettle call you before he left?" Tom rubbed his chin and analyzed blindly, "I didn't expect Professor Binns' class to be so scary that even Mr. Encyclopedia of History of Magic couldn't resist the Sandman. "

"What are you talking about Tom?" Nelson said, stuffing his notebook into his bag as he walked. "Myrtle dropped out. She chose Arithmancy."

"Divination class and arithmetic divination together? It feels more torturous than history of magic!" Tom was still analyzing blindly, "Merlin's teapot! Could it be that you are studying history of magic alone? It's still so early, no wonder you're haggard It looks like that... But speaking of Merlin's teapot, someone gave me a teapot that is said to have been used by Merlin today."

"You believe that too?" Nelson curled his lips. "You missed the best class at Hogwarts. Believe me, come and sit in if you have time."

"What's possible?" Tom waved his hands disdainfully, "You may be the only one in the world who thinks so."

Nelson was dumbfounded. Indeed, Professor Binns' drowsy and aging appearance made many people forget the fact that he was once a powerful wizard who dared to sacrifice his life for victory. In this unique history of magic class, What Nelson has learned is not only the history of magic - to Professor Binns, the obscure ancient rune is just a common foreign language that has been studied for hundreds of years, and some magic that has been lost in the long river of history is even easier for him. In the second half of the course, Nelson often tried the spells mentioned by Professor Binns with his wand, while controlling the shorthand quill to record frantically in his notebook. Professor Binns may not have the body to hold the wand, but he is completely A living magic book!

"Really, Tom, I didn't lie to you." Frowning, Nelson roughly recounted the content of the class, showing Tom the complete pronunciation of the runes he had learned in a class, and when each syllable came out of his mouth , and the vision represented by the rune will appear beside him. Although it is jerky, it is undoubtedly much more surprising than the seal cutting he used in alchemy before.

"Actually, Slytherin is also teaching me these things." Tom shrugged and said, "Think about it, if there are other students in the advanced history of magic class, would Professor Binns teach these things? Even if it is according to the script, for others It's already difficult."

"Yes." Nelson's brows stretched, "It's a pity that I am the only one to enjoy it."

"Anyone can tell that he has a preference for you." Tom pouted, "This is your exclusive treasure."

"Oh..." Nelson sighed, and looked at the gift box in Tom's hand, "Are you going to find Minerva? No wonder you got up so early to find me."

"Let's go to the classroom that Felius applied for first. His dueling club is open for registration today." Tom shrugged, "I have to report the name of my ticket first."

"I don't know if there is a chance to duel with Felius." Nelson was eager to try, "I feel that I am a lot stronger after taking a section on the history of magic."

"That's your illusion... Wait? What's the reason why you wake up so early?" Tom discovered the blind spot, "Do you think I'm your kind of person who needs to wriggle in the quilt for 10 minutes to get up??? Have you ever seen Hogwarts at four o'clock in the morning?"

(End of this chapter)