My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 673 Professor Tom's First Lesson

On the long street of the fishing port town, a lonely dumb girl is guarding her stall full of fresh fish, kneeling on the straw mat, hooking her head, without saying a word. From that day on, she has been waiting, waiting every day With a father who might not come at all.

In the city of Alexandria, Haierbo stood on top of the basilisk, commenting on her in the distance.

"What a poor little thing, she's still waiting for her daddy, she doesn't even realize the street is empty... maybe the daddy she's depended on has become part of the little ones under our feet, but Not necessarily, based on his love for his daughter, this man who is also good at patience, will burst out with powerful magic power, and he may become the final winner," Haierbo let out a piercing laugh, "She does have some problems today. It is different, what is the reason? Is it because the fish are already smelly? No, this street used to be smelly, but now that the bad smell is gone, her fish will reach the previous balance, hahaha , Karkaroff, she won't have to wait any longer, soon, she will be able to see what this world really looks like."

Tom beside him didn't say a word. Today's Kent Tanka is indeed a little different, not only because there are no malicious ridicules on the desolate street, but because she slowly raised her head.

The right eye, which was divided into two halves by the scar, and the empty left eye "stared" straight ahead. Less than two steps away, the balance bearing the heart and feathers was shaking creakingly. The swollen heart has completely covered the balance carrying it, and the level of the tray is infinitely close to the ground, but no matter how it shakes, that pure white feather can always be the last force preventing it from landing.

A hint of sullenness appeared on Haierbo's face. He looked at the Alexanders killing each other under his feet with uncontested anger, and the slight trembling of his fingers was enough to separate the heads of terrifying monsters.

"Inferior Egyptians... It's really slow. In another place, my baby should have hatched successfully."

"Master Hai Erbo," Tom analyzed Hai Erbo's behavior with his magical knowledge far ahead of the times, and he had a faint insightful guess in his heart, "Are you waiting for the completion of the ceremony?"

"Oh?" Haierbo raised his head in surprise, stared at Tom for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, you saw it, a few days ago, I was still very weak, I just provided the catalytic magic power to make it The real birth must wait for the completion of this ritual of killing each other."

"Then you'd better wait, the cost of destroying the magic ritual is unknown to us."

Hai Erbo looked up and down Tom with playful eyes, after a while, he nodded and said, "Let's go, whatever, there just happens to be a guest who can relieve our boredom, so let them continue to eat."

The basilisk twisted its body and crushed the buildings in the city, leaving a path covered in slime, rushing straight to the edge of the dark cloud.

And just a few minutes after they left, Kent Tanka, who was kneeling in front of the fish stall, stretched out his hand forward, and hooked his fingers as if he was about to grab something.

In her violently destroyed right eye, a blurry figure is standing quietly, his movements are exactly the same as Kent Tanka, stretching out his hand forward, twitching his fingers, a weak force descends on the feathers on one side of the balance On the top of the tray, it was firmly pressed to the bottom of the tray, and the heart on the other side seemed to feel this external force. A ferocious blood-red eye tore apart the muscles, opened it wide suddenly, and stared at it firmly. Kent Tanka reaching out to it.

A tentacle inserted into the ground also pulled itself out, and slowly stretched towards her. Plasma-like mucus dripped from the tentacle, and among those protruding suckers, the eyes of the former townspeople suddenly appeared.

The figure in Kent Tanka's eyes was not moved by it, and she, who was blind to things, was even more unresponsive. Countless bloodshot eyes linked to desire made threatening looks at her, and some eyes even split open like mouths. , showing jagged and sharp teeth, Kent Tanka remained motionless, and the figure in her eyes was a person with a firm mind. Facing the unresponsive mute girl, the tentacles seemed to be restricted by some kind of restraint and could not really touch her. Resentfully retracted, inserted back into the ground, and continued to suck the nutrients of this ancient city.

The figure in his eyes sighed, and the "love" drawn in his hands dissipated, and soon, a deep voice sounded in Kent Tanka's confused heart.

"Come on, Kent Tanka, what we are studying in this lesson is the tense."

The blurry figure in her eyes gradually condensed, and the black hair like ink smudged outlines the beauty that her pupils should have. In this dilapidated eyeball, there really exists a soul that does not belong to her, but belongs to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry The youngest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after 2000, Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, and this old pedant who has been steeped in black magic for many years, taught for the first time a grammar that he was not familiar with.

He withdrew his gaze from the balance in front of him, turned around, looked at the chaos intertwined with psychedelic colors behind him, raised his wand as a pointer, pointed to a line of text that appeared behind him, and started his first lesson as a teacher.

Tom has seen through the magic released by Hai Erbo in Alexandria. Although the ancestor of the black wizard is powerful, he cannot distort reality so easily. As Hai Erbo said, all he did was leave "seeds", and the magic The realization of the ritual still requires the completion of the ceremony in his mouth. Tom does not know what the content and process of the ceremony are, but he knows that it will eventually fall on Kent Tanka as the "bet", and a week later, Kent Tanka Coming of age, no matter how much he consumes magic power, he can't maintain her sister's "love" magic.

So he split his soul and chose to let "Chamberlain" procrastinate for time, while the self lurked in Kent Tanka's heart desperately, taking the place of the magic left by her sister, accumulating strength, waiting for the moment when the ceremony was completed, to give to the difficult The fatal blow of Hai Erbo who resisted.

But before that, he needs to complete the agreement with the previous "Kent Tanka". Before Haierbo's magic ceremony completely changes her, let her become an independent person. The first thing to do is to teach her to understand human beings. talk.

"I'm probably crazy. Why is an upright person like me always thinking about stabbing people in the back like Gnar?"

He cleared his throat and waved his wand as a pointer.

"13 years ago, your sister Kent Tanka left you with a protective magic named 'Love'," Tom said softly, stroking the affix expressing tense in the sentence with his wand, "This is the ordinary past tense."

One after another, jumping letters entered the chaos in front of him like an elf. Facing the blank Kent Tanka, he chose the simplest and most efficient way - to force-feed all the vocabulary he had mastered. It was stuffed into Kent Tanka's mind, but he quickly realized the mistake of his decision. Education is not such a simple matter. It is easy to learn a foreign language, which is based on the mutual conversion between foreign language and mother tongue, but for Kent Tanka, who was deaf at birth and blind in childhood, she can't speak her mother tongue at all.

A huge amount of knowledge impacted her incomparably pure self, almost tearing her soul apart. Fortunately, Tom stopped in time and chose to pick up the job he had just found.

"The magic called 'Love' that Ni's sister Kent Tanka left for you 13 years ago is still protecting you," Tom continued. But its effect is still maintained to this day.”

He saw the chaotic colors in front of him moving, and in the instillation of knowledge, Kent Tanka finally had a response beyond the sense of touch and smell. She recognized her father's big rough hands, recognized the thin threads cut from fishing nets, and recognized the smoothness and hardness. With sharp fish scales, she can recognize the salty taste of the waves, but now, she seems to have responded to the words.

"13 years ago..."

Tom was overjoyed, and continued to teach Kent Tanka English grammar with his outrageous example sentences. Many of his grammars were even wrong, and the rapid communication in the soul also made Kent Tanka consume unimaginable energy. Now it is a race against time for them. Tom doesn't take care of the beauty, and brutally fills her with everything she needs to build herself, until Kent Tanka can no longer support her mental strength and falls heavily on the fish stall. , some rotten fish had blocked her nose and mouth, but she had no strength to move even a step.

Eyelids slowly fell, and Tom's sight was also plunged into the darkness. He couldn't help but feel a little arrogant. Compared with his expectations, Kent Tanka's reaction now can't be said to be unsatisfactory. It can only be said that there is almost no progress. He is not even sure. Can Kent Tanka realize what those words represent? Just like building a house, Kent Tanka has only completed the first step-discovering that lifting things on his head can shelter from the rain.

"If it was Gnar... what would he do?"

Tom substituted himself into Nelson's "great kindness" behavior that he criticized, and soon his hair stood on end, shaking his head, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, I will count as dead, from the top of Hogwarts Jump up and down—”

The next second, he closed his mouth, because the fallen Kent Tanka squirmed her lips in a coma, and let out a muddy murmur.

Tom carefully felt the weak voice that soon drifted into the air. The dumb girl's dumbness was not born, but because she couldn't hear the voice, so naturally she couldn't imitate other people's speech. Her vocal cords had a complete structure, only missing one An opportunity to speak up.

"Ah..."

"what?"

Tom frowned, this thing didn't sound like a serious word, it sounded like a baby's unconscious voice.

"Ah..."

Kent Tanka continued to whisper, and Tom quickly realized that this was not the unconscious girl's voice, but because her tongue, which had been dull for too long, was not strong enough to complete complex movements.

"Ah..."

"Ah... ah..."

"Ah... woo..."

Tom's eyes widened, his pupils trembled, and he heard the word clearly in a murmur that became softer and weaker.

It is what he has repeated countless times in the example sentence, the sister's spell for Kent Tanka:
"Love."

This is more like a tired body repeating unconsciously, but Tom is more willing to believe that this is Kent Tanka's heartfelt call. He believes that this girl who has been closed for 13 years is eager to see the world she saw when she was four years old. He believed that she must have sensed the magic power left by her sister. He believed that this was her response to his encouragement and also a prayer to him.

"But your soul is so weak that I'm afraid I—"

Tom's words stopped suddenly, he sat slowly on the ground in front of Kent Tanka's already dim soul, and punched hard on his leg, "Damn it! I must be crazy! Gnar! You ****!"

Tom yelled loudly, but this did not hinder his actions. For a blank soul, if you want her to produce ego, logic, common sense and communication, there is only one quickest and most effective way-to let her experience a period from birth. to a mature, complete life.

And in a city where there is no living person, there is only one template left.

"bring it on."

Tom stood up, opened his arms, and walked to Kent Tanka's dim and foggy soul. The nutrients of the soul escaped from his body and merged into the weak fog in front of him, "You need to remember that you are yourself , my past is just a boring teaching movie for you."

After all, before he regretted it, he closed his eyes and walked straight into the fog. Two strands of "streamers" protruded from the edge of the dense fog and circled behind him, as if Kent Tanka was also reaching out his hand, want to hug him.

……

snowy night, cave, wardrobe, roof

platform, train, steam, railway

bar, shop, wand, hat

castle, textbook, broom, stairs

Snakes, Cats, Silver Falcons, Bar-headed Owls

amber, necklace, walking stick, felt hat

loneliness, family, war, funeral

……

His memory is like an irregular, unrhymed, unbeautiful, or even unqualified little poem.

When everything in the past flashed in Tom's eyes, he also faced his lonely childhood nakedly for the first time, faced the family who walked out of loneliness and embarrassment with him, faced the sudden tragedy disaster and sadness, faced I changed subtly and unconsciously, faced the fact that I was "crazy", faced my desperate courage, and faced every step I made along the way.

With a wry smile, he let go of the restriction on his heart and magic power, and the nutrients of his soul frantically flowed into the dense fog that surrounded him. The fog changed from chaos to clarity, from invisible to tangible, when Tom closed his eyes due to weakness When he fell into the bottomless abyss, a pair of slender hands supported his shoulders.

The mist dissipated, no, it condensed into a ball, and shaped into an innocent, beautiful girl. Her long hair was laid on Tom's face, and a pair of bright and moving eyes were shining.

"I, Kent, Tanka."

Intermittent, oddly pronounced syllables spewed out of her mouth, and she brushed the hair covering Tom's face, her eyes and mouth curved into the same arc, "Thank you, Tom, Marvolo, Riddle, thank you, Gnar , thank you, father, I, love you, sister."

She still can't hear the voice, but her intermittent pronunciation has become smoother, and her expression has become more and more colorful. The experience of "Kent Tanka" that was deliberately left by Tom and watched from the eyes of the old woman has also become her. part.

Struggling and confused coexisted, she closed her eyes and hummed a ditty that was as deep and striking as a knife in her sister's memory.

(End of this chapter)