My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 631 The Temple of Apollo

"Peves, what are you doing sneaking around there?"

Professor Binns quietly floated beside an empty bookshelf in the back of the library, holding a note for himself and a book just taken off the shelf in his hand, and glanced at the few pitiful books on the history of magic The spine of the book, and asked without looking back, "Is there anything you need to ask me?"

There was a pungent musty smell in the library, but Professor Binns didn't care about it, and he couldn't smell it either. The dusty gauze curtain made the sunlight coming in look like dried oranges The bright orange, through his translucent milky white body, dyed him the same color, and made the cold Professor Binns feel warm.

The noise of the iron chain on the gate being knocked to the ground echoed in the library, passed through the slightly opened door, squeezed into the corridors of the castle, wandered around in the empty corridors, shuttled through the lush oak Among the parasitic leaves, they knocked on the gates of the four colleges, but got no response, so they had to return to the place where it was born in desperation.

Binance Cuthbert is the only professor who is still in the school, but he doesn't care about this kind of loneliness. He even got rid of the bad habit of talking to himself because of the familiar illusion of chatting and drinking with old friends who were still alive in his history textbook.

"Bins, what are you looking at?" Peeves let out a strange grin, turned into a cartoon tornado and flew to Professor Binns, snatched the book in his hand, righteously The words were funny and he made a grimace and said, "Master Peeves seriously suspects that you have colluded with black wizards outside the school, so he came here to keep an eye on you to prevent you from destroying Master Peeves' home."

"Do you have any ideas? Peeves, if you have nothing to do, please leave."

"Of course I have something to do, Binns, Master Peeves has been watching you for a long time. In the past, when you were on vacation, you only came to the library once a week, and left with the books that only you read. It was done in the second week." Give them back," Peeves pulled himself into a noodle, entangled Professor Binns round and round, hid the book behind his back and winked, "but this year you come every morning at five o'clock, every night Leaving at ten o'clock, you can't be shaken, and you don't read books, Master Peeves suspects that you have some dark secrets."

"I see," Professor Binns shook his head helplessly. Seeing the loneliness in Peeves' eyes, he sighed, "It seems that you are more boring than me, Peeves."

"There are no bad boys and silly girls who let Master Peeves play tricks," Peeves threw the book into the air, pinched his nose and held his breath hard, and in a second he turned himself into a bulging balloon , He stuck out his tongue, let go of the hand holding his nose, the balloon deflated, and he also flew into the air, "Lord Peeves patrolling his own territory is meaningless."

"I think Bloody Barrow may have reservations about his status as a fief subject," Professor Binns raised his arm, and the book that almost fell to the ground returned to his hand, and he patted the back cover lovingly He hung his hand over Peeves' head, although the ghost couldn't touch the castle elf, but he still made a gesture of touching his head, and said in a tone of lecturing to junior students, "This It's the history book of the Goblin Rebellion, and if you're interested, I can tell it to you this holiday season, and you'll love it."

He lowered his head, turned the book in his hand to the front, and was about to wipe the dust off it, but the moment he saw the title of the book, he seemed to be stared at by a basilisk, and stayed where he was petrified.

"Lord Peeves is not interested in the history of Lao Shizi," Peeves crawled in and out of the bookshelf, glanced at the cover of the book, and yelled artificially, "Don't think that Master Peeves can't read! Wahaha , old fool, old fool, fool Bins can't remember what he just read!"

His cry woke up the whole castle, and the birds and insects twittered at dawn from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. He jumped out of the library window, yelling and repeating the lame ballad he just made up, trying to Tell the good news to all who can hear it.

But after a while, he came back with a slumped face and dejected. There was no student or living professor in the castle, and the ghosts ignored him. Beside Professor Binns, he said faintly: "Actually, this is the code book for you to communicate with those criminals, Binns, you were still caught by Mr. Peeves."

Professor Binns ignored him, his old hands trembled even more, and the short text on the cover became more and more blurred in his presbyopic eyes, and it looked like an ugly blob of ink.

Peeves was even more frustrated when he saw Binns not leaving him, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, wrapped Binns up again, forgot the nickname "Master", and said excitedly: "Bins, tell me those Who is it, how about we blow up this damn school together? Or raise two nests of cockroaches in the headmaster's office, and surprise Dumbledore when he comes back."

Professor Binns still ignored him, and reached out to the page with trembling hands, trying to open it, but every attempt failed.

"Have you had a stroke, Binns?" Peeves asked in amazement, "Can I still have a stroke after death? Do I need to start preventing strokes too? After all, Lord Peeves is getting old..."

Seeing Professor Binns grumbling, he craned his neck to glance at the cover, and pronounced its name word by word.

"A History of Magic in Ancient Greece: The Vile Herb and the Birth of Black Magic."

He scratched his head, stretched his arms, and flipped through the pages of the book: "What the hell? The love letters from your childhood couldn't just be caught in it, right?"

The yellowed and brittle footer rattled under his rough flipping. The moment the first page was turned, it was still a yellowed blank page. Professor Binns felt that his heart, which had long since ceased to exist, was pounding. Dropping to the ground, disappointment spread in all directions from the depths of this lonely wandering soul.

But Peeves' scream brought him back to reality.

"Wow! Write your own book!"

Professor Binns's translucent milky white eyes reflected neat rows of words. Their strokes were extremely ancient and their colors were too light to distinguish, but the writing and grammar were no different from the current popular English, as if there were a pair of invisible hands Holding the pen to record on the paper, the ancient pen has a decaying taste, but Professor Binns can simultaneously see every pen-down, every modification, and every poor drawing it writes on the paper He saw a cattle pen surrounded by a fence, and was about to think about what it was, when the picture was erased.

It seems that on the other side of the page, another person is erasing the picture in distaste. Then, a magnificent theater surrounded by dozens of female columns (a kind of thinner ancient Greek column, which everyone should have seen) is in the It was built in a few strokes, followed by the surrounding quaint cities, the green hills in the distance, and the golden temple on the green hills under the sunshine.

This is a wonderful feeling. A person who died thousands of years ago has seen every pen and real history left by an older age. Compared with ink marks, he feels that these familiar words are A piece of eraser wiped away the fog of pre-B.C. that blocked people who explored history.

He stared at each new word with wide eyes, and the kid's smiling face appeared on the paper, which made him laugh too.

"What are you laughing at? Binns, let Lord Peeves have fun too."

……

The Achaeans lived in the most prosperous city-state in ancient Greece. As the most prosperous leader, Delphi, like the sun god believed by the people who lived here, was the most beloved child of Zeus and had vast but safe mountains. As a reliance, two rivers located on the east and west sides connect the most stable waterway in the Mediterranean Sea, and even tens of thousands of citizens of other city-states give up their status as free people every year, either to avoid disasters, or for pilgrimage, or for Seeking a better life in their understanding, they fled here and became the bricks and tiles of this city-state's continuous expansion as slaves.

As early as 600 years before the currently known theater of Herod Atticus was built, there was already an open-air theater not inferior to it in the city-state at the junction of Delphi and Isaac, which is different from other theaters Or the way the building is named after a person or a place. It is called the Prophet's Theater. This special name comes from a certain prophet who performed divination here three years before it was built.

Compared with the theater, it is more like a Colosseum with a third of it blank. The columns that cannot be fully grasped by three people embrace the theater at exactly the same distance and angle, and the 240-degree circular stepped grandstand makes all The eyes of the audience can be focused on the central stage, stage plays, choirs praising the gods and orators eager to get votes. The building is also always brightly lit.

Every time at noon or afternoon, the winner of the previous orator (that is, the current consul of the city, his authority can continue until the citizens are persuaded by the new orator, and he is banished with pottery tablets to a place far away from human habitation. The servants (official citizens of the city-state) hired by the wilderness) will collect the meals brought by the slaves who are waiting outside the theater and cannot set foot inside, and send them to the hungry audience. Most of these foods are Water and barley are mixed with some coarse grains to bake cakes. They only need to pay the price of one amber gold coin a month. In the aisle or in the stands, watch the show with an empty stomach, or come early to occupy a seat on the No. 12 and [-] days of each month when the speeches are specially provided for orators.

In the middle of the stage is an old table without a tablecloth. The only thing on the table is a child with wings and a bow and arrow. It is hard not to connect it with Cupid. A red arrow has been fired from the string. , pointing directly at the temple on the top of the mountain in front, another arrow is on the string, it seems to be looking for the next person who should be hit by the arrow.

In such an era when most of the people were still slaves, food was nothing better than bran, clothes were made of flax, and straw sandals were not even invented, such a city-state was enough to live and work in peace and contentment, except that there was no record in the history books , it is no different from the ancient Greek city-states in Muggle textbooks.

So much so that when the author came here, I once thought that magic had not been properly developed and utilized at this time, and there was no trace of magic here, no alchemy, no potions, no magical animals, the most powerful animals They are tigers and lions, the most dangerous people are bandits and robbers, and there are no wizards on the street, so people can't help but feel suspicious. Maybe it is a misunderstanding caused by a long time since the society of wizards was born before Muggles. The so-called despicable Haierbo also No one knows, they only know that the glory of the sun god blesses them with good weather and long-term peace.

……

"Pooh!"

A soot-covered hand that seemed to have just climbed out of a chimney lifted a cover that was exposed on the ground. A young man with a gray face and a black body was spitting mud from his mouth while holding the He struggled to get out from under the opened cover at his waist. When climbing out of the gap, he got stuck and was pushed by the people below before he broke free. He lost his balance and rolled around on the ground, lying powerlessly on the ground. On the relatively smooth dirt road, his chest heaved violently.

After a while, he stood up, walked to the edge of the gap that had just been opened, bent down, and pulled the other person out.

"I said Gnar, Muggles know to wrap their car tires in a layer of bananas... yuck! Rubber," Tom spat, taking his wand from Nelson's hand, which had fallen into the big silver ball, Quickly cleaning his appearance with magic, he complained, "I know you have always yearned for the universe, but please don't turn yourself into a meteorite, okay? I beg you."

"Okay, okay," Nelson shook the ashes on his body while waving his hands. The big silver ball they were riding on had already turned into a big black ball. A queue began to collect materials that could still be used, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the surrounding environment, took out the Time Converter and took a look, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his black face, "We are here! "

They fell on the side of a mountain with a prosperous city-state at its feet and a golden temple on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from above. At the corner of the mountain road, several men with spears appeared running wildly. After seeing the two of them, they shouted happily and began to chatter.

"What are they talking about?"

Tom has already sorted out his image, and he looks handsome, far from the savages on the mountain. He scratched his ears, helped Nelson pat the ashes on his back, and asked.

"They said we came in Apollo's chariot, the messengers of the gods... Oh no, groom," Nelson said with a funny expression on his face, "They said the priestess had foreseen our visit and sent them here in advance. Receive the envoys here to convey the will of the gods to the temple."

Tom raised his eyebrows with a "don't lie to me" expression on his face.

"It seems that we are indeed in the right place. I want to see what the sorceress who inhales miasma every day can say. She and Hai Erbo can't tell the truth...Tsk," Nelson twisted his neck and chuckled. With a sound, he turned his head to several soldiers and said in their own language, "How can there be any reason for the envoy to visit the priest in person? You go and tell her and let her come barefoot to pick us up."

The soldier showed a troubled expression.

Nelson kicked the charred wreckage that was exposed on the ground, and said: "The sun carriage has an accident. For the sake of tomorrow's sun, you should go quickly. If she is really the spokesperson of God, she will not make things difficult for you."

(End of this chapter)