My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 528 Bubble
"Why do you always aggravate your injuries by overdosing?"

In the school hospital, Miss Joy held down Nelson, who kept trying to get up from the bed and hit someone, with one hand, and stuffed a rubber hose with a metal tip into his mouth with the other hand. The other end was connected to a glass vessel filled with green solution. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said with disgust: "I have been practicing medicine for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen people burnt by cold medicine. I can only see your magic and your achievements, and only I have the opportunity to experience your unique creativity in this strange field."

"I--"

Nelson was about to argue, but was interrupted by the colliding hose, and he did not speak. Miss Joy tapped the glass vessel with her magic wand, and the green solution inside rose rapidly, filling the rubber hose quickly. The liquid poured down the hose into Nelson's mouth and rushed toward his stomach without stopping.

"Drink some soapy water, unless you only want to eat liquid food in your life." Miss Joy glared at Nelson, who was about to pull out the hose, and pushed him back on the bed. The brain is used to make some basic common sense judgments, and my place will not be overcrowded every day."

As soon as the words fell, there was a wailing sound from the bed next door. Miss Joy lifted the hem of her skirt and ran over quickly. Nelson looked in the direction she left. There was a boy with blue eyes lying on the bed. The aftermath of being beaten up after provoking the new kangaroo in Fantastic Beasts.

"Why didn't it kill you with one punch?" Miss Joy complained, but she didn't stop moving her hands, she turned her head and said while helping the boy to heal the injury, "I can help him pull out the tube. "

A large hand reached out from the side of the bed, and before Nelson could even resist, his head was held down like a chick, and the other hand grabbed the metal pipe head, ending his "torture".

"Hagrid, hiccup..." Nelson lay down on his stomach and muttered, "Can you be gentle."

Only Hagrid could easily subdue Nelson, an alternative wizard who likes to exercise. Before that, he was instructed by Tom to rush into the school hospital with Nelson.

"Haha," Hagrid scratched his messy hair, showing a naive smile, "You're welcome, this is what I should do...By the way, what did you just say?"

"It's okay, I didn't say anything."

"Pick him up and shake him." The demonic Miss Joy whispered from hell. Nelson struggled fiercely, but how could human struggle shake a half-blood giant, and finally, he fell down in humiliation.

After a whirling experience like a roller coaster, Nelson, who felt that he was falling apart, lay helplessly on the bed. The pillow under his head seemed to him harder than iron and colder than ice. Other students in the ward Under his watchful eyes, he belched loudly, and a string of bubbles was spit out from his mouth, floating slowly into the air.

"Hagrid..."

"you are welcome!"

"I mean, you're blocking my sunshine." Nelson no longer had the strength to teach Hagrid common sense, he just wanted to be quiet, "Why did I suffer so much in the last year of my Hogwarts career?" crime?"

While muttering to himself, he spit out bubbles, and soon, the sky above the ward was decorated with bubbles like a fairyland, but the instigator couldn't be happy at all.

……

For this year's Hogwarts students, the normally magical and dreamy castle becomes even more magical because of the bubbles that Nelson spits out from time to time. Miss Joy's treatment is always so distinctive, whether it is Nelson's golden ribs It is still the bubbling symptoms that have not subsided for several months, which makes Nelson's daily life have a program effect that ordinary people can't match.

Even in the midterm exam that followed, the professors had to send one more person to invigilate the exam room where Nelson was, so as to prevent him from cheating through those bubbles floating around all the time, which also made the exam room except for the past In addition to the common "rustling" sound of a quill pen across parchment, there are more "rustling" interludes of bursting bubbles.

According to a certain Flitwick professor who did not want to be named, he himself likes this activity very much. It can make the boring invigilation fun, and it reminds him of his favorite Gobstone game when he was young.

During the following Christmas holidays, Nelson, who finally forgave Tom, went to London with a group of friends, which also gave London a new urban legend called "The Man Who Spits Bubbles".

As the bubbles that can be seen everywhere in the castle become less and less, the verdant vegetation also undergoes a transition from withering in autumn and winter to thriving in early spring. The children who used the spell slipped through their fingers, but they had plenty of time to squander.

……

"We don't have much time left, Gnar."

At the long table in Slytherin, Tom picked up a small tomato with a fork, frowned, and said solemnly to Nelson.

"What time?" Nelson raised his head inexplicably. He swallowed a piece of steak that was not fully chewed. He choked and hiccupped silently. A bubble that he hadn't seen for a long time came out of his mouth. , drifting slowly towards the dome of the auditorium, he was used to these bubbles that popped up from time to time, but it caused a few junior students who missed them to jump up and jump at it, Nelson looked at Miss Joy, who was sitting on the staff table. He muttered, "Fortunately, this is Ms. Joy's magic... If it's really the bubbles I spit out, I'll really be ashamed to face people."

"Are your symptoms still not recovering?" Tom raised his hand to his face. "Let me reiterate, this matter has nothing to do with me. You took the medicine before listening to me."

"Well," Nelson shrugged and explained, "Myrtle asked me to keep these bubbles before. Ravenclaw has an introverted little girl who is Muggle-born, and she is worried and scared when she comes here alone. , but it's better to see them."

"You have a good temper."

"Anyway, I've lost all my face. The glorious image I left to my classmates for six years, the entire six years, has been destroyed by bubbles." Nelson said in a low voice, covering his little face that had been lost. "What's the point of throwing up for a few more days?"

Tom sighed at Nelson's gentleness and open-mindedness. If it were him, he would never have done such a thing. He hurriedly distributed some small tomatoes to Nelson, and said seriously, "I mean, we are going to participate in the event in a week. NEWTs exam."

"Are you worried that you won't pass the exam?" Nelson looked at Tom suspiciously, then looked up at Dumbledore's vacant seat on the staff table, and asked back, "I remember you I also read some books for a few days."

"I'm not worried about that," Tom explained. "We're leaving Hogwarts after the exams, but there's no news about Professor Mellors' retirement. I'm worried that I won't be able to find a job after graduation. You know, I've been coveting the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time, and Dumbledore has been away from school lately, and I can't even hint him or show him my excellence."

"Like a peacock with its tail open?" Nelson smiled, "Don't worry, I asked Minerva, she said that the recruitment information is usually announced to the public after the end of the semester party, and there is no internal referral or internal recruitment. kind of process."

"If I can't find a job at Hogwarts, I can only become a dark wizard in Knockturn Alley," Tom said quietly, "That way the money will be quicker, that's the only way."

"Even for world peace, Professor Dumbledore will find you a job."

"I hope so," Tom said, taking another small tomato in his mouth, "and you, you can feel at ease, this person who found a job before graduation is really amazing, you don't have to worry about it... But you obviously There's so much going on, I feel like it's a plot to trip you up in the UK."

"Why are you so sour and weird?" Nelson smiled, "I promised Nobby Rich to go to the Department of Mysteries. This is an exchange of benefits made in Paris. I will help them analyze that door. They voted to let me go."

"That door?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "Damn, I forgot, where is that door now?"

"It's still in Paris, at its original location. I'll find time to move it back." Nelson looked at the crowded auditorium. It won't take long for new guests to replace the old man. "If you think about it, you're leaving I am really reluctant to leave the school where I have lived for seven years."

"Seven years? How many years have you stayed together?" Tom curled his lips disdainfully, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "At least for now, Rich is on our side. He has an intricate relationship with wizards." The stumbling has been dissatisfied for a long time, under the hands of Judge Shafik, he can bear it for so long, but now, facing a Dumbledore who seems to be expected by everyone but is actually vacillating, his mind may be more uncontrollable than you, you I have been communicating with him very frequently recently, so there must be a decision, right?"

"The floor where the Wizengamot is located is not in the underground of the Ministry of Magic. I have studied this kind of magic for a long time." The smile on Nelson's face disappeared. "I used this kind of magic in the secret base underground in Auschwitz. It only needs a little modification, and with the back door I left in the hub, I am in London, but I can be anywhere."

"It sounds like a villain's speech."

"Isn't it? For the sticklers, anyone who wants to break the stereotype will be marked as a villain," Nelson said with his hands crossed and his chin propped up. "I have endured it for a year, and the agreement with Professor Dumbledore has been completed." At the end of the day, I watched the world get worse in some places because of my intervention, but most of it got better, and it was no different from what I had imagined, and I was right , and now, I'm ready to be right."

"Starting in Germany?"

"That's where the story begins, and the new chapters must start from there."

Unknowingly, there are not many people left in the auditorium. No matter how strong the feelings of parting are, the footsteps of the final semester have already stepped on the heels of the students.

Nelson and Tom put away the plates. Before leaving, he looked at the long table of Ravenclaw from a distance. Tom saw his stop and looked over there, "By the way, Mettle Haven't come back yet?"

"Her internship should have ended, and if she doesn't come back, she won't be able to catch up with the exam," the girl mentioned by Mettle was talking and laughing with her friends at the long table in Ravenclaw. Already out of autism, Nelson nodded upon seeing this, drew out his wand and drew an arc in the air, "This is the last one."

The two drank two glasses of pumpkin juice and walked out of the auditorium quickly. Behind them, a huge bubble with colorful halos was floating in the air, slowly flying towards the surprised girl.

"I don't know, but I thought you had some plot against Mettle." Tom teased, "Everyone wants to see you dance again."

"My old waist can't take it anymore," Nelson said as the flames of Myrtle's dress bloomed in the air. Gorgeous, he clenched his fists hard, and his tone became much firmer, "It's not something that can't be changed, right?"

"Yes, but the time set by Professor Rahman cannot be changed."

Under Tom's reminder, the two called Alphard who was about to slip away, and walked to the classroom of the Muggle Studies class.

……

"Hi, are you here?" Compared with the beginning of this semester, Professor Rahman looks much thinner, but his deep eyes are bright. He is walking in the corridor with his hands behind his back, looking at Looking at the manuscript on the window sill, he drew on it with a magic wand, and looked at the three students who had been helping him from the very beginning, he smiled happily, "You guys have to prepare for the NEWTs exam, even if you don't come, I will I will give you full marks."

"We don't worry about the grades," Nelson said, Tom echoed, and only Alphad showed "I'm worried." Nelson approached Professor Rahman and looked at his manuscripts. Organized and more systematic, he looked at the professor with a smile and said, "You are about to finish writing."

"It's still a lot worse." Professor Rahman waved his hand, "Without your help, I'm afraid I'd be staring at the catalog in a daze now, but the first edition has been typeset, do you want to take a look? Your names are in The second page."

"It would be a pity to miss the last full stop when a book is finished," Nelson said excitedly. "That's why we're here today."

"Let's go, I'll show you guys."

Professor Rahman tilted his head and led them to the original Muggle Studies classroom, which was replaced with a larger one, and this was used as a special place for him to compile the encyclopedia.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Nelson walked into the classroom. The place became orderly. Books were sorted into different bookshelves, neatly folded manuscripts were stacked on each table, and only them were drawn on the blackboard. A schematic diagram that can only be understood, a book that is simply bound lies quietly on the empty podium outside it.

The most shocking thing is that this classroom is covered with densely packed newspaper clippings from the walls to the doors, from the ceiling to the sides of the bookshelves, and even every window. None of the photos on these newspapers will move. It is densely packed with words from Muggles.

(End of this chapter)