My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson Williams."

　　 Mrs. Clemence sat on the cushion in the middle of the hall with her knees crossed. Opposite her, Nelson was sitting on the ground, leaning his chin with his hand and looking at the crystal ball in front of her.

"You're the only one left." Even though Nelson wasted so much time on this exam that the other students in the examination room had almost finished, Mrs. Crimmans still sat there unhurriedly. It seems that this situation has already been expected by her, "Mr. Williams, don't be nervous. I have a foreboding about the delay of this year's exams. Let's rest assured and boldly say, what do you see from the mist in the crystal ball? ?"

　　 "Professor, I—"

　　 Nelson raised his head. In the contemplation just now, he had already finished his mind.

"Call me Mrs. Clemence, teaching such a class of words will affect my sense of nature." Mrs. Clemence seemed to look at Nelson, but her pupils were divergent, she sang like The tone said, "If you are doing schoolwork, don’t worry, I know that many people lack the talent of a prophet, so during my ten years of teaching, I have given a pass for every classmate, as long as you answer carefully. , I will not let you fail."

　　 "Okay," Nelson nodded, swallowed, and whispered, "I saw a cloud of mist in the crystal ball."

　　 "What kind of fog?" Mrs. Clemence focused her pupils on Nelson, and said encouragingly, "Tell me."

　　 "Uh... I saw... This should be a cat."

　　 Nelson scratched his head and said in a low voice, "It seems to have jumped out from behind a fence and threw a mouse down."

"Fence? So that's the case," Mrs. Clemence stared at the crystal ball, took the scoring book set aside, and continued to ask, "Did you see clearly? Did it really knock down a rat? Was it really a rat that fell?"

　　 "It should be one—" Nelson looked at Mrs. Crimmans's eager expression, interrupted the sure words, and said, "I'm wrong, ma'am, it should be another creature."

　　 "What kind of creature is it?" Mrs. Crimmans nodded and said, "Think of the requirements in the question, what animal can you mistake for a mouse?"

　　 "Uh...I think it should be a goblin? Goblin? House elf? Little goblin?"

Nelson watched Mrs. Clemence’s expression, and said several kinds of creatures in succession, but Mrs. Clemence had a frowning appearance. Finally, when he talked about the little milk cat, Clemman Mrs. Si's brows stretched.

　　 "Well, Mrs. Clemence, a cat jumped out from behind the fence and fell on a small milk cat."

　　 "Very good," said Mrs. Crimmans, raising her eyebrows, "what does this mean? Think about the topic, why would a cat throw a small milk cat down?"

　　 "Try to predict the fortune of your most respected teacher in the second half of the year..."

　　 "Don't betray your conscience and say that I am your most respected teacher," said Mrs. Cremans. "Alphad Black has tried this before you."

　　"..."

　　 "I think it means he is going to have a baby." Nelson clenched his fist and said confidently.

"..." It was Mrs. Clemence's turn to be speechless. She held her forehead and suggested, "You might as well think a little bit more, things like giving birth are generally more intuitive. For example, you can go directly to his spouse's hospital for examination The report will be more detailed than predicted."

　　 "Uh, give birth to a child...think more about it," Nelson scratched his head and tentatively asked, "Does it mean that the professor will have new results? Excellent research results are the same for wizards as their own children."

　　 "Yeah." Mrs. Cremans nodded in satisfaction, picked up the quill and dipped it with ink, wrote on the score book, and exclaimed, "You are really talented."

Nelson was at a loss for words, and he didn't even know how to answer this obviously polite sentence. His performance in the exam was not at all talented. Everything was guided by Mrs. Climmans. For Nelson, The process of linking these strange crystal balls, tea leaves, stars and an abstract figure to finally derive future events is simply incomprehensible.

　　 "Next is the next question."

　　 Just as Nelson was about to leave, Mrs. Clemence put down the score book and spoke.

"The next question?" Nelson was a little flustered. He hadn't heard of the next question. By rote memorization, his potions class score even got an E, which is second only to O. As for the reason With the help of Tom’s corrective glasses, the herbal medicine class, which caused the painful learning process due to color weakness, is on the right track. Is the divination class going to be upset here? Nelson shook his head and listened a little nervously to Mrs. Clemence's "next question."

"What do you think," Mrs. Crimmans stared into Nelson's eyes, her previous blurry expression disappeared and replaced with an extremely serious expression. She nodded and continued, "A truly gifted prophet, How should he get the enlightenment for the future."

　　 "A what?"

"A true and gifted prophet," repeated Mrs. Clemence, looking at her serious expression, as if expecting the answer to this question more than Nelson, who is taking the exam, "feel free to answer. This is an open question. standard answer."

Nelson squinted his eyes and looked at Mrs. Clemence, wanting to read something from her face. After a long time, he said, "I think everyone is divergent and even delirium, even in dreams, Some fragments that have nothing to do with normal life may be unconscious predictions, but they are not accurate, directional, and easy to interpret, such as crystal ball. They are even more often just delirium. ."

"Unconsciously?" Mrs. Cremans nodded, savoring the word, stood up on the ground, added another note to the score book, and sat on the chair prepared for the teacher. Nelson realized that he should gone.

"Mrs. Cremans, happy holiday." He nodded and left the hall, leaving the professor of fortune telling to sit on the spot. She frowned and seemed to be in delirium, but Nelson suddenly noticed this. The divination teacher who usually talks about God is not as focused on divination as he imagined. She also received and digested a lot of information from the world outside of divination.

　　...

　　 "Nelson, I'm numb." As soon as he walked out of the hall, Alphad greeted him anxiously, rubbing his hands, and said, "I feel like I will have a T for my divination class this year."

　　 "Isn't it?" Nelson raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Clemence said that she has taught for more than ten years and passed it for everyone. I don't think she will make an exception for you."

　　 "No, no," Alphad shook his head, "Do you remember? In class a month ago, she said that she had a premonition that she would make an exception for a person and break her habit for many years."

　　 "Are you listening so seriously?" Nelson said in surprise, his eyebrows about to fly to the top of his head.

　　 "It doesn't matter," Alphad cried, "Actually, I think—"

"Okay, kids," Professor Slughorn suddenly emerged from the side, and then he reached out his hand and took Tom to his side as if he was fished out of the air, smiled and clapped his hands, and said, "The exam is over. You can put those annoying books behind you in the future, go to dinner, you see, Tom is waiting so anxiously."

　　 "True ink." As if to cooperate with him, Tom glanced at Nelson and said with disgust.

"go quickly."

　　Professor Slughorn photographed the three remaining people in a row and took them by the shoulders and pushed them towards the castle.

　　As he approached the entrance of the examination building, Professor Slughorn suddenly squeezed Nelson's shoulder, lowered his head, and asked with a smile, "Nelson, how did you do on the exam?"

　　 "It's okay, Professor." Nelson answered honestly, "Yes."

　　 "Partial discipline is nothing," Professor Slughorn said proudly, "I only got P in the history of magic, but I have not yet become a potion expert."

　　 "It's a potion master, professor."

"You little guy, hahaha," Professor Slughorn said, slapped Nelson's shoulder hard, "Your grades are a little bit off, but your individual grades are very good, do you know? About five hundred years Professor Bins, who had never been to a small meeting, came to the principal’s office after the exam. He said that you got a perfect score, Merlin’s pants! How did you remember those years?"

　　 Slughorn looked at Nelson proudly, patted Tom on the shoulder, and said, "I think you two can even graduate directly."

　　 "Professor, I still have a lot to learn from you." Tom said dryly.

　　 "Hahaha." Slughorn laughed abruptly into the shape of a walrus. He rubbed his stomach and patted the back of the three of them, "Go, I have something to deal with."

　　 After the professor left, Alphad returned to his self-blaming look. Tom still rubbed his chin with disgust and said, "Alphad, you are not like a Gryffindor. They are not as depressed as you."

　　 "I was not Gryffindor!"

　　 "You deduct as many points as Gryffindor anyway." Tom shrugged, looked at Nelson, and asked, "Why have you been in it for so long?"

　　 "I'm looking at the crystal ball," Nelson said, rubbing his sour eyes, "Mrs. Clemence asked me another question."

　　 "Another question?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "No wonder she left you for the end. What did she ask?"

　　 "If a true and gifted prophet gains future enlightenment."

　　 "Isn't she? I think her usual predictions are quite accurate."

　　 "I don't know this anymore. Anyway, I really can't make predictions by looking at the tea crystal ball."

　　 "I'm quite accurate," Alphad interrupted, "I made a prediction for myself last night, and today I will fail an exam. I think it's a divination class."

　　 Along the way, Nelson continued to comfort the young guy who was about to graduate from the exam but seemed to be in the exam room for the first time, while Tom followed, thinking about something.

"and many more."

　　 Just as the three of them walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Tom suddenly stood still, looked at Alphad, frowned and said, "Alphad, you are a paradox."

"what?"

　　 "You just said that your prediction was quite accurate, and you predicted that you would not pass the exam today," Tom said hurriedly, "but these words are contradictory."

　　 "Indeed," Nelson echoed.

　　 "If you predict correctly, today's divination exam that examines the level of prediction will not fail," Tom continued, "but you also predicted that you will fail at the same time, which is contradictory."

"But you didn't consider another possibility," Nelson added. "Alphad's prediction was indeed quite accurate. He passed the divination exam today, but the failed exam was actually a morning metamorphosis. After all, he The only prediction is that there will be a failing exam today."

　　 "Oh, I forgot, Transfiguration was tested this morning." Tom suddenly realized.

　　 "Stop talking about it!" Alphad held his head in despair.

"Oh? Alphad, are you here?" Walburga suddenly jumped out from the side, looking like he had just finished the exam, and made up the final blow for Alphad. "Morning Dean Slughorn Find me, let me confirm your transcript receiving address, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I want to ask you, is there a person named Ray Allen in our family? But rest assured, I will ask the professor to change the recipient to Mother."

　　 Alphad's feet were soft, but Nelson grabbed him, and he comforted him, "Why are you so nervous before the results have been made?"

　　 "You don't need to worry about him, let him lie there!"

　　 Walburga kicked Alphad’s calf, leaned into Nelson’s ear, and whispered, "They got in touch."

　　 "Really?" Nelson nodded, "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Walburga said entangledly, biting her lower lip. "The person in charge of that store asked me to tell you that he has reported what you did to Master Grindelwald. I hope you You can say something to those who are accompanying you when you leave the next time."

　　 "Huh? Is he still in England?" Nelson exclaimed, "I thought they were all gone long ago."

　　 "He asked our family to take the conversation and left," Wolbuga nodded and said, "They still want to express their gratitude in person."

　　 "If I go to London on vacation, I will go around when I have time."

　　 "Thank you." Walburga left with Gao Rao's brother, leaving Tom and Nelson to walk towards the restaurant.

　　 "That's right," Tom opened the door of the restaurant and said, "Did you think something was wrong during the exam this morning."

　　 "It's a bit," Nelson nodded. "Professor Dumbledore is not so embarrassed to speak. I thought it was Aberforth who was proctoring the exam."

　　 "I'll test it later, you said if Aberforth was the invigilator, then what is Dumbledore doing?"