My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 680 A lady, and a ghost

"Nelson!"

A sharp female voice came from behind Nelson, and he was stunned for a moment. The voice was a little strange, but so familiar.

A conjecture arose in Nelson's mind that even he found unbelievable. He slowly turned his head, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

Behind him stand a lady and a ghost.

"Minerva, Professor Binns," Nelson asked with his eyes wide open, "why would you..."

"It'll be here, won't it?"

Professor Binns shook his head, took out a rusty but still shiny silver pocket watch from his pocket, and pressed the rusty mainspring tightly.

In an instant, time froze, and only the three people shrouded by its power could still move freely.

"Professor, why did you come...to ancient Greece?!"

"You ask me."

"But I didn't—"

"You will, won't you?"

Professor Binns raised his eyebrows, with a smile that Nelson had never seen before, like a crossword fan who won the biggest prize since the establishment of the local newspaper, full of pride and satisfaction, that is a kind of The smile that shouldn't appear on the ghost's face makes Professor Binns' soul extremely alive. He has spent his entire life studying the mysteries of history, and this smile seems to be a reward for his persistence.

Nelson paused, but also smiled on his face. The two historians of magic laughed equally happily at this moment.

"How did you guys get here?"

"Damn... this thing," McGonagall gently pointed to the dangling pocket watch in Professor Binns' hand, his eyes struggled for a moment, and he swallowed many things back, "Time Turner, this is your Invention, no?"

"Where did you find it?" Nelson frowned. "I swear, I have never made this time-turner. So far, there are only three finished ones."

……

The node of time returns to the moment when McGonagall and Professor Binns are reading history books in front of the gate of death.

"Professor, you... what did you dig up?"

The moment she saw the coffin, McGonagall was startled, and she secretly had a guess in her heart, could it be that it contained the former body of Professor Binns?What is he going to do with it?
While McGonagall was thinking wildly, Professor Binns waved to her and said, "Minerva, open it for me."

"Why don't you yourself—"

McGonagall instinctively resisted the job, which was too weird!But she soon realized that it was an old man's request, swallowed, and walked slowly to the coffin. The pattern engraved on the coffin gave her a sense of familiarity, but she couldn't figure out the key to it.

"Why don't I open it myself? Do I?"

Professor Binns smiled, closed the book in front of him, floated to the front of the coffin, stretched out his hand to the coffin lid, but his hand passed through the wooden board out of thin air, and then, the part that was inserted into it disappeared, and McGonagall exclaimed , but saw Professor Binns lifted his broken arm, and the dissipated mist condensed on the section of his arm again, reshaping the hand that had held the pointer for 1000 years and wrote the teaching plan for 1000 years.

"Of course it's because I can't."

"Sorry, Professor." McGonagall lowered her head and walked towards the coffin.

"Let me tell you about the past of the Knights of the Garter," Professor Binns sat on the coffin lid, raised his hand to stop her, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you are still in the fog until now, please ask someone to do something , first of all people must understand what to do and why to do it, this is the right way.”

Mag stopped in her tracks, curiosity had already filled her heart.

"I'm afraid you have only seen news about the Knights of the Garter in some files," Professor Binns narrowed his eyes, pulled out the dusty memories from the bottom of the piles of lesson plans, wiped off the dust on it, and put the It held it carefully on the tip of its heart, and said slowly, "At first, it was not a title or a medal. As it literally means, it was a knight order, a legion composed of special knights who charged forward."

……

I was already old when the Knights of the Garter was established. At that time, the Ministry of Magic was still in its infancy. Its predecessor was just a round-table negotiation venue where several pure-blood families took turns sitting on the manor. The Cuthbert family was one of them. , we respect the ancients and practice our lofty mission - to let the brilliance of magic shine only in the hands of outstanding nobles.

I'm afraid you don't understand what the pure-blood nobles represented at that time, Minerva, there are tens of thousands of Muggles serving us in our territory, and they are managed by half-bloods or small families who climbed to the round table with sharp heads Wizards, they are not stingy about their cruelty to Muggles and loyalty to nobles, just for a simple magic and our approval, even the status of a collateral son-in-law is enough to make them ecstatic.

We enjoy the supplies of the British Isles. Even the royal family can’t compare with our extravagant life. The pastry for breakfast is made of killer bee honey, and every drop is sticky with blood. The tea I drink Brought from the east by caravan on foot, with bones buried beneath every step, the first bottle of wine my daughter brewed herself was made from the material of the Philosopher's Stone, rare even then, and extinct now disappear.

There will never be a more enjoyable life in the world than that, I thought it would go on forever, I don't like to have fun, I don't like to hunt every day on my own estate, my hobbies are different, I like to read , I don't like those novels that make people excited, I don't like those poems that sing praises, and I don't like those scripts that are written by you and me. What I like is the bloody and true history.

I collected all the history books I could find, and read them one by one, imagining the creations of wizards in ancient times. I am more excited than reading epics. There is nothing in this world that is enough for me to pursue.

But in that year, half buried in the ground, I received an invitation, an invitation from a renegade nobleman, a letter from the noble Salazar Slytherin, who wanted to I want to start a magic school, and after hearing about my accomplishments in the history of magic, I want to invite me to teach history at this school called "Hogwarts".

Before that, I hadn’t even met him face to face. He hadn’t been born yet when I went to various dance parties. Out of curiosity, I went to the Slytherin family’s manor—an ancient castle in the Scottish Highlands, Next to the castle is a small clear lake and a small library, but there are many books in it that I have never seen before. I also met his three friends, three energetic young people, He Chippaqi, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor.

And their original intention of establishing this school is unexpected to me, and it has something to do with history.

The route from England to Northern Europe will pass through many islands. In an inconspicuous corner of the North Sea, the adventurous Gryffindor discovered an isolated island that had been hidden for many years. The island was hidden by some ancient magic, but the magic Gryffindor, who is highly skilled, saw through its crumbling disguise at a glance. It was at least 1000 years old. Curiosity prompted him to break the barrier of the island and see what was inside, which became the source of all troubles.

Of course, I don’t mean that Gryffindor’s adventurousness opened the prelude to the disaster. The magic on that island has been maintained for too long, and it will collapse on its own after a long time. Gryffindor just Spotting all of this ahead of time gave us some breathing room.

You should be familiar with this island. It is called Azkaban. In fact, most people believe that a black wizard named Extis who worshiped Helbo drew his territory on the isolated island in the North Sea, and He reproduced Haierbo's magic and made this place into a paradise for dementors in the fifteenth century, but in fact, the evil here was already recovering long before his magic experiment started.

Yes, that's right, recovery.

Through the barrier that was torn open by Gryffindor, we saw an unimaginable scene.

This is an ancient battlefield. There are corpses that have already turned into bones everywhere, and there are some silver instruments. We cannot judge their purpose, because under the baptism of time, the original runes on these things have dissipated. Now, the only thing that can prove the age is the armor scattered around the corpses, and the magic tools used by wizards before the magic wands really became popular-scepters, swords, staffs, and even crystallized skulls, I roughly deduce Their age—the wizards of ancient Greece and Egypt about 400 to [-] years ago, as for the silver instruments, I can't judge.

We soon explored there, and for me it represented a time never revealed to the world, for others, there was too much great magic lost there, I remember a Germanic Human beings found the magic that the ancient Egyptian wizards raised the accompanying magical animals and combined with them, and finally founded the Durmstrang School of Magic on the basis of this.

There are countless similar gains. Although we always believe that magic is always improving, these lost magic can undoubtedly broaden our horizons and provide help.

But all the gifts of fate have already marked the price in secret. Minerva, the first dementor, was dug out there. In Slytherin's words, it was part of an ancient and powerful dark wizard Fortunately, it is still dormant, and we realized that those silver instruments that were placed on the island according to certain rules may be to seal them, but wizards will forget the surrounding things when they see novel magic. When I arrived there for the first time, those silver instruments had been destroyed in a mess, and useless empty shells were piled up by the sea, and some of them had even been washed away by the sea.

And after losing the restraint, those dementors are also waking up.

We have never seen such terrifying creatures. Even in dormancy, their breath is enough to make people forget their happiness. Pessimism and despair spread in people's hearts. We finally realized what we dug up Unworthy things.

And this is the original intention of the Big Four to establish this school. Their vision surpassed the vast majority of people in that era. What is buried underground in Azkaban is not something we can fight against. Its horror does not lie in the individual Power lies in the dominance of harvesting wheat in the face of powerless creatures, and you also know that the magic of that era was in the hands of a few pure-blooded nobles, but it was somewhat different, such as Wei Wei, who was scolded as a scum for more than 1000 years. Sly, but for such a huge body, this kind of favor is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket. We must cultivate wizards and let them grow up to fight against the coming catastrophe.

You are right, Minerva, the dementors are not powerful, they can be called weak even for a determined wizard, even criminals have escaped from Azkaban many times, but the dementors we are facing, It's completely different from those monsters who are jailers now, completely different...

As Slytherin said, they are part of an ancient and powerful wizard. Until today, after seeing the historical materials left by Nelson, I didn't understand what this sentence meant.

Yes, you are right, Herbo, mean Herbo, they are part of Herbo, his Horcruxes.

No, he didn't create so many, the surface of history that is being rediscovered, when they are taken as a whole, they are just a part of Haierbo's power, and when they are individually, they are terrifying monsters that we cannot fight against, compared with those weak descendants , they are simply two different creatures.

During that time, I frantically searched for the clues of this battle in the pile of old papers, and finally dug up the name of the despicable Haierbo in the corresponding history. Dementors, monsters born in ancient Greece, finally reappeared. I Also found the ultimate weapon against them - the Patronus Charm.

According to legend, it is the soul magic created by the priestess Pythia, which is specially used to disperse the dementors. At that time, a wizard called "Invincible Andros" was famous for being able to summon giant-sized patron saints. Haha, yes, do you have that chocolate frog card too?To tell you the truth, his portrait was drawn by my imagination.

Now that the seal has been lifted, the top priority is to get a deeper understanding. The plan of the Big Four to build a school is also being carried out slowly. With the help of several of our pure-blood wizards, the round table acquiesced in the birth of Hogwarts. In the history of the school, we saw that the pure-blood wizards blocked the Big Four in order to monopolize magic. We can see that they have suffered a lot, but I can guarantee that if the pure-blood families are really monolithic, magic will not be allowed to flow out, even if the Big Four join hands. , nor can it resist the pressure of the entire country.

On the other hand, I stayed in Azkaban, and with the help of several historians, I restored the battlefield, and in the middle of the battlefield, I found a coffin, which is exactly what you see.

At first, we thought that Haierbo was hidden here, but the facts quickly proved that I was wrong. Contrary to the dead silence on the island, this coffin gave us an extremely exciting feeling. The first Order of the Garter Order was awarded Placed in the center of the top of the coffin, this also became our mark, our prototype.

We didn't open the coffin rashly, the omen of the dementor's awakening became more and more obvious, and I quickly found the spell of the Patronus Charm, but it was too difficult, most people, including me and Slytherin, didn't Learn, not to mention the students picked up by the Big Four from all over the country.

The Patronus Charm requires the caster to recall the happiest and happiest time in his life. For me, the happiest time is to uncover the secrets of history, but right now there is a biggest secret in front of me, which has become a horizontal A thorn in my heart that I'll never be truly happy until it's resolved.

Slytherin too, he told me that he couldn't learn the Patronus because he used too much black magic, but I think he was lying to me, he probably didn't want to pin his hopes on an unknown spell, in order not to relax, He chose the shortcut of rejection. Of course, it turned out afterwards that he was right.

Slytherin is an excellent master of alchemy. He used the first Order of the Garter as a prototype to create a batch of alchemy props to increase the Patronus Curse. To be honest, he knows the Patronus Curse so well. It's too far-fetched to insist that I won't.

Our preparations were not sufficient. Destiny never gave people enough time to prepare. She would only sneak attack. Finally, when our framework was just established, the first dementor woke up.

(End of this chapter)