"You are very optimistic about him?"

The duel activity in the student activity room was in full swing. Tom dangled his back on the edge of the field, "inspecting" his results with satisfaction, and dangling to Nelson's side inadvertently.

Seeing that Nelson was staring at Moody, who was knocked down again and again, and got up again and again, Tom walked behind him without footsteps, put his head to his ear, and said quietly.

"Who? What's wrong with me?" Nelson was taken aback, and his pupils dilated in a daze shrank suddenly. He turned his head to look at Tom, and said angrily, "Why are you like a ghost."

"I mean, are you optimistic about that Gryffindor?"

"Which Gryffindor?"

"It's the one in front of you," Tom said to Mudinunu who had just gotten up. "Alastor Moody, Gryffindor's third grade student, do you remember? K... sophomore year At the sorting ceremony of the hospital, you also specifically predicted that he would go to Gryffindor."

"He is Moody? Didn't you ask me? How come I specifically predicted it?" Nelson turned his head, looked at Moody carefully, and said seriously, "I remember he was not so fat when he was in the first grade, why? right now……"

"People can change." Tom followed Nelson's pretense and said, "So you didn't look at him? Then what are you looking at?"

After all, he looked in the direction where Nelson had just looked. There were a pair of young wizards who were dueling. Several senior students shuttled across the field with a serious face, supervising and pointing at the same time. .

"I didn't look at anything, I was just thinking..." Nelson shook his head and said, "Speaking of reason, two magics shouldn't cancel each other. The falcon that I deformed contains my patron saint. Your snake can't be a dementor, right? And even if it's a dementor, how can it disappear after colliding with it?"

"You tell it to come out and see?" Tom introduced his own magic spell. "I think you should directly observe your patron saint. My magic is called'speech spirituality', which is driven by a strong will. The life form that came out was recorded in a Slytherin notebook with'Soul' on the cover. According to him, this kind of magic can directly interact with the enemy's soul, ignoring the barriers of matter and magic."

"I can't call it now. I don't know what happened to it. My patron saint does not respond to my call." Nelson shrugged, his face full of entanglement, "Is this your magic related to the patron saint curse? ?"

"I can show it to you later," Thomson asked worriedly, afraid that a duel would turn Nelson into a dumb gun. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Nelson spread out his hand, a small silver ball flowing freely in his hand like mercury, constantly changing his material and shape, and he would eventually turn into a pupa ball and throw it into the sky. Only the dragonfly broke through the pupa and flew crookedly towards the end of the activity room, "Look, my magic is no problem, now I can't summon my patron saint."

"Can't you use the patron saint curse?" Tom was even more frightened, he said, "My curse really doesn't have such an effect."

"I know, it may just be some kind of strange reaction. After all, this is magic... and I can't say that it is completely useless, but it is very different from what I imagined. I actually don't want to be a magician for my fists. The wizard of boxing duel." Nelson clenched his fist, and a layer of silver light slowly climbed up to the front of the boxer. "I can feel what is happening to it, from the moment it collided with that snake-I'm not sure. This is good or bad. After all, if a dementor runs out of my wand as soon as I cast the Patronus Charm in the future, it should be quite embarrassing."

"Hiss...I don't want to. Why don't you ask Dumbledore? I think a wizard like him should have studied the magic of the patron saint curse." Tom scratched his chin and proposed." Or you can ask Professor Bins? Isn't he in the same order as you?"

"I don't want to discuss this with Professor Dumbledore," Nelson shook his head. "As for Professor Bins, this is indeed a good choice, but embarrassingly, he doesn't know how to protect the gods."

"Haha, that's right." Tom seemed to think of something, and was amused by his own thoughts. He continued to propose, "Where is Grindelwald? Are you not his student?"

"Haha, Tom," Nelson raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't want to discuss this kind of thing with him... Forget it, leave it alone, there are not so many dementors in the world for me to go anyway. Deal with it, if it is really unfortunate, I can only practice fighting with it."

Nelson let go of his fist, and the silver light slowly dissipated.

"So who won in the end?" Tom finally asked a long-depressed question. Like the audience, he himself was even more curious about the answer to this question.

"Didn't the referee say everything?" Nelson said with a curl of his lips. "My bird fell from the sky and smashed the ring. I fell out of bounds. Didn't you win?"

"I always think you still have something to take out." Tom stared at Nelson suspiciously.

"Otherwise? Would you like to wait for me to set up a position for a few minutes before taking my volley?" Nelson shrugged, "Besides, I don't think anyone can take your blow intact, or say, you Want to admit defeat? I think it's better for you to win in this kind of place."

"Hmph," Tom said nonchalantly, "I owe you one time."

"I don't want to be owed that kind of curse." The two men thought of a basilisk that had shed two layers of skin and was licking its wounds in the secret room.

Tom stood next to Nelson and began to watch the dueling activity gradually entering the state. The young wizards became more and more adept at spells, and even Moody, who could not understand the Iron Armor Curse, began to fight his opponent well. Back, Tom couldn't help but stunned, "I think I can come to Hogwarts as a teacher after graduation. Look, that Moody's gestures were wrong at first, and my teaching results are very remarkable."

"Indeed." Nelson nodded. "Speaking of being a teacher, Minerva wrote me a letter a few days before I returned to the UK. She told me that she might come back to be a teacher some time later. I miss you in the future. There may be a chance to become a colleague with her."

"Didn't she just leave on the front foot? The back foot is coming back. Do you like campus life so much?" Tom asked curiously. "I remember hearing someone say before that she was recruited by the Ministry of Magic when she was in school and was waiting. After graduating to go to work, is it the bad treatment in the ministry?...That’s right, I heard that the new building of the Ministry of Magic cut corners, has serious quality problems, and spent too much budget, which caused some employees’ wages to be unpaid. ."

"That's slander." Nelson said, "To tell you, I know the construction team very well. They are really professional, good and cheap."

"Well, it may be that the benefits of Hogwarts are really great." Tom nodded and asked, "Did she ever say which subject she is going to be a teacher? Seriously, I really do. I hope she will be a teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Melles is too ridiculous. I feel that I haven't learned anything in four years at school, but..."

"But you don't want her to be a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, because this is your favorite position?"

Nelson squinted at Tom, he understood too well.

"Yes, that's the case. I think I'm more suitable." Tom nodded without shyness, and said, "I really want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think she has a personality like her, teaches spell lessons and even history of magic. They are all very suitable."

"Because you are serious?" Nelson asked, seeing Tom nodded, and he continued, "Minerva told me that Professor Dumbledore invited her to join her teaching team, and she is considering whether to quit her job at the Ministry of Magic. If there is a chance to study at Hogwarts in the future, she may become a professor of transfiguration."

"Teaching group? Is there such a thing? To tell you the truth, I have been studying here for four years, always thinking that there is only one teacher for each subject."

"Maybe this is the first one."

"Actually, in my imagination, she should be a teacher of the spell class. I will teach defense against the dark arts, and you will teach transfiguration."

"Why do you make Professor Sykes love?" Nelson smiled. "Are you going to fire the Dean of Ravenclaw?"

"Huh, Gnar," Tom suddenly approached and whispered mysteriously, "Do you remember that I told you that I have evidence of a teacher colluding outside the school? Guess who it is?"

"Professor Sykes? It's a coincidence," Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Do you remember that I was plagued by the venom of the Curly Winged Demon for a while, do you know who did it?"

"Isn't that Jokunda Sykes landed with you?" Tom thought. He has never remembered such a long-solved problem. "I remember I caught her in Paris. This is her." Confessed."

"I was there when Jokunda was persuaded by Aberforth to retreat. It is said that she landed on a gathering place for the saints after flying across the Atlantic on a broomstick, so I went to investigate afterwards," Nelson said. "You may not believe it. There is no such person in Newmondgaard’s roster, and there is no record of her landing on a crowd on a broomstick. On the contrary, I learned from a man who has been engaged in the smuggling business of magical animals for many years. The wizard learned that the wizards named after the strange surname of Sykes have lived by breeding dangerous xxxxx for a long time. The history can be traced back to the ancient Greek period-and in modern times, they suddenly raised themselves with themselves. Those magical creatures disappeared together."

"You mean Professor Sykes is also possible..."

Tom's complexion became serious, and he felt more and more that the place where he lived was simply perilous.

"In my opinion, Professor Sykes is indeed a very knowledgeable and serious teacher. She is also very responsible for the students." Nelson would think of being contested when he went to the Ravenclaw Tower to send a letter in the first grade. The experience of Professor Kes calling into the office was a little dazed for a while, and it was difficult for him to get a glimpse of the full picture of this serious professor, "But since you have evidence, I think we can take a good look."

"I don't even think Dumbledore can be trusted!" Tom felt scared for a while. "Fortunately, I didn't go to her directly, or I might be sucked by the Curly Wing Demon right now."

Imagining a big green moth attacking Tom’s head frantically and pulling the locks of his hair off, Nelson smiled and joked, “I suggest you also go to Miss Joey to make a bone-bearing spirit. She can Make your head so hard that it can't be worn by the curled-winged demon."

"That's not necessary," Tom continued to grunt. "For the sake of my working environment in the future, I need to clean Hogwarts."

"Okay, Professor Riddle." Nelson smiled and rubbed Tom's hair.

"What's more, a professor, a powerful wizard who may be raising xxxxx-level magical animals," Tom was a little happy when Nelson was called "Professor Riddle", and he was very excited about the powerful enemy he was about to face. , His breathing became a little heavy, but he soon calmed down, lowered his head, and a red light in his pupils slowly dissipated, "This is completely different from the weak second-hand dealer who develops a tattered garbage station."

"Of course, she is a well-known strong man," Nelson said seriously, "we can't wrong the good people, if she didn't betray Hogwarts like she imagined."

"No," Tom raised his head, licked his lips, and retorted, "Anyone needs to be responsible for what they have done. I think it's time for her to be responsible for the Curly Winged Demon-no matter what. Said that the beast couldn't get away with her~www.readwn.com~ even if it was just oversight to let it escape, this should be counted as her guilt."

"She is a professor after all," Nelson said. "We'd better not act rashly until the truth is revealed."

"You have the final say," Tom shrugged. "Nal, this is your business. I don't care what you do, I only do what I should do."

"boom!"

The door of the student activity room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and fat bald figure appeared at the door. Nelson looked intently, and it turned out to be Professor Slughorn in a nightgown. Bloodshot, angry eyes, as soon as he opened the door, he roared inside: "Who?! Who did this again!"

Professor Slughorn glanced back and forth anxiously, and quickly stared at Alphad who was standing by the door posing in a fighting posture with his classmates, and roared: "Is that you? Black! It's you again!"

"Teach...Professor?" Alphad let go, and his wand fell to the ground. His heart was full of fear. For fear that something might happen to him, he stammered and asked, "What did I do?"

"Playing stupid?" Professor Slughorn dipped his slippers, walked forward, grabbed Alphad's collar, and said loudly, "Blasting in the student room under the tower? I won't let you make a hole in the lounge. , Are you going to collapse the entire castle?!" My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 197 Earthquake Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Read the net..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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