My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It seems that I am more accustomed to this life of standing on the podium to give lectures, although for me, the last time I picked up the pointer was actually yesterday. The lecture I gave you and the first session for Hogwarts The students speak no differently."

Rowena took a sip of the tea cup filled with petals, and Quandang watered herself. She looked at Nelson, who was sitting downright, and sighed, "You seem to be the same class of students, but they may have already It's turned into loess."

Nelson nodded and said nothing.

Rowena seemed to be unable to relax at all. The next day after Nelson was mouthing leaves, after confirming the stability of Nagini, she secretly took Nelson's blackboard with a small vine, and waited until Nelson found her. She has arbitrarily transformed an empty space behind the hut into a temporary classroom, and her passion for imparting knowledge seems to have been carved into her bones. Even if it is to survive as a memory, she can't bear to let go of the pointer in her hand-just as in In the battle against Haierbo, she also kept on explaining the details of the battle without stopping and chattering.

"But you are a little better than them." Rowena shook his head, as if recalling the students in the previous class, with a warm smile on his face that he had never had before. "In our age, many people even recognize letters. Incomplete, the students recruited by Salazar are okay. The naive little guys in Helga have to learn spelling from the beginning. This is really painful... You don't have to sit so straight, it's time for get out of class now."

Nelson moved his hips, feeling the little Maza who was so small that he couldn't tell.

"You are better than them. I don't know if you are really smart or want to make me think you are smart." Rowena added a cup of hot tea and held his mouth to blow warmly. "Their enthusiasm for knowledge is even mine. It’s too much. In every class, half of the world is asking questions. Do you know what I admire most about you?"

Nelson shook his head.

"What I like the most is that you never ask questions, don't ask me what gestures should I use for this spell, and don't ask me how to pronounce that spell," Rowena blinked and praised, "You are A perfect listener."

Nelson no longer knew what to say. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the blackboard behind Royna, indicating that he didn't want to ask questions, but Royna stuck his head out as if he couldn't see his movements. Out the window.

"Slytherin, hurry up and move a bench by yourself when you come back. Class will start soon."

A few seconds later, the stern Tom walked out of the back door sullenly, carrying the chair he had taken out of Nelson's pocket. He was neatly dressed and looked like he was about to leave.

"How is Nagini?" Rowena asked with concern.

"It's always in a state where there is no life-threatening condition," Tom replied with a curl of his lips, "but it didn't get better. She told me that she had phantom limb pain, but I still couldn't imagine what it felt like."

"Phantom limbs?" Rowena frowned, then stretched out and said, "For a wizard, the best way is to practice. Would you like to try it?"

"No need, ma'am," Tom replied dryly. "Even if I cut off one of my hands, it won't help alleviate Nagini's pain."

"In fact, I think pain is necessary for her now. A certain degree of physical stimulation can make her mentally more awake," Rowena motioned to Tom to sit down and put the tea cup on her vine. On the flower-filled lecture table, she continued, "The pain will always remind her that she is a person, not a snake."

Nelson propped his head with his hand and leaned against the desk. The sound of Tom moving the desk and chair did not make him move. It was not until Ravenclaw rang the bell at hand that he raised his head mechanically.

"Slytherin, last class we mainly talked about the application of the improved curse in life. You can ask Nelson after the class." Rowena cleared his throat, and the lazy temperament between classes disappeared and replaced him. It’s an extremely self-confident aura. “In this lesson we’re going to talk about their role in combat, involving thirty-five kinds of spells. Since you all know their original spells, I hope you don’t Waste time on these simple content."

Rowena raised a hand to his chest, as if holding a non-existent book, a rattan pierced from the ground, curled up the pen and slammed on the blackboard.

"The original intention of Defence Against the Dark Arts was to create a spell that can cause the same damage as the Dark Arts but does not need to mobilize too much emotional energy to resist powerful dark wizards."

Rowena stood on the podium and talked, even for Tom and Nelson, what she said was novel and profound: "Because the unlimited use of black magic will cause irreversible damage to the soul, and the use of black magic Magic dealing with the dark wizard is a joke, so it's better to say that it's the dark wizard civil war."

"That's why the early white wizards turned their minds to the commonly used spells, such as life spells such as floating spells, flying spells, and even automatic socks washing spells. The defense against the dark arts you are using now may have their source It's some kind of carrot cutting spell..."

Sufficient time always flies quickly. Under the teaching of Ravenclaw style duck filling, half a day passed quickly, and the sun also climbed to the top of the three of them. Rowena told Nelson and the tree next to Tom to be closer. Covering the noon sun for the two of you, while bathing in the sun, clapping your hands, and briskly said, "Well, we are over for today’s class. If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time, since you are still on vacation. Time, we will only have two classes in the morning every day."

Nelson was a little touched. Although it was unreasonable to have classes during the holidays, when Rowena said as a reward, "Only two classes a day in the morning", he even felt that Rowena was kind. It is indeed the Big Four of Hogwarts...

After that, Rowena's figure shattered into a pile of leaves, scattered into the wind and disappeared, leaving Tom standing by the podium to ponder the principle of this magic.

Nelson was sitting in the audience sorting notes. He was surprised to find that although the morning was extremely exhausted, it was also extremely efficient. At Hogwarts, just take the two-hour spell class every week because of the need Taking care of everyone's progress, the process of learning a spell is roughly like this:

In the first week, Professor Sykes will spend one class explaining the theory of spells, teaching students the spells and casting movements, and leaving another class time for the students to practice; in the second week, she will spend one class to test The results of each classmate in the class will be corrected by another class, tutoring students who are behind in progress, and a paper will be assigned after class; in the third week, Professor Sykes will comment on some typical homework and comment on this. The precautions of the Taoist curse are supplemented at the end, which will take about two lessons.

It seems that in Hogwarts one semester may not be able to learn a few spells, but Hogwarts is also very generous to people who are hungry for knowledge, as long as it is not some strange time, the door of the library and the professor's office It is always open for everyone, and Rowena’s course today is for Nelson and Tom to make this self-study time more systematic and more efficient.

Take today’s thirty-five kinds of spells, most of them are they have been in contact with before, and the rest are also related to each other, easy to comprehend, Rowena just introduced their spells and effects, and these are for Nelson and It's enough for Tom.

In fact, Rowena did not expect that she would speak so fast. In addition to the physical strength of a tree, it might also be due to a speechless Nelson and a Tom who was too lazy to ask questions. Right.

"Seriously, Narr, don't you think it's weird?" After confirming that Rowena had left, Tom approached Nelson and whispered, "Although Ms. Ravenclaw's course is really great, we are on vacation! It is now Holiday time! Why do we sit in a big forest full of wild mushrooms and all kinds of games in a sunny day and have classes?"

Nelson looked up from the thick notes, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"Well, I mean, I always thought the holidays were a time for students to rest," Tom frowned, clutching his messy hair, and said, "Look at my hair, how much has it fallen in a class? root."

Nelson shrugged and nodded.

"No, what do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?" Tom's body movements became richer. He looked at the blackboard on the podium and fished it off with a wave of his wand.

"What are you up to?" He craned his neck and looked at Nelson's desk.

[I’m writing to Professor Bins, and today’s Ms. Ravenclaw’s class opened up new ideas for me. For Nelson, Rowena added a layer of history of magic to his comprehensive class. For Nelson, every word the ancients said was history.

"Oh!" Tom nodded heavily. "Can Professor Binns read the letter?"

His focus was a little strange, and Nelson didn't know what to say.

"Then why don't you just write on these pieces of paper and tell me?" Tom continued to ask, "Is writing on the blackboard also one of Animagus's rituals?"

[These are notes and letter paper, Tom. 】

Nelson's final full stop was clicked very hard.

"By the way, Gnar, I asked the snakes in the forest to pick some mushrooms for me, and hit a few small animals by the way." Tom waited for Nelson to write his signature on the letter paper, picked up the blackboard, and walked out. Half suddenly stood still and asked, "Did you bring an owl?"

Seeing Nelson drew his cane from his pocket and poked it on the tied letter paper, it turned into a white light and disappeared.

[I asked someone to send me the letter. By the way, are you sure that the mushrooms picked by the snake are not poisonous? 】

"Of course not. In fact, after you said that Sprout was proficient in herbal medicine last time, I also went to read some herbal medicine books." Tom said with his chest upright, "You didn't mean that Did Aunt Bella pass on all the stewing skills to you? Let me see."

Nelson shrugged, pulled the blackboard back from Tom's hand, tucked it under his arm, and walked into the cabin.

In a short while, cooking smoke emerged from the chimney of the hut. In this inaccessible virgin forest, there are even few hunters setting foot. The smell of this kind of food is very strange to the animals in the forest, and some courageous animals have planted out of the bushes one after another. Approached this hut, but they were quickly driven away by the surrounding snakes.

"Ms. Ravenclaw said so many spells today, I think the best thing you made is the automatic carrot cutting spell."

Inside, Tom was sitting by the fireplace, looking at the cauldron they used to cook the soup. His body rhythmically moved with the "grumbling" sound of the thick soup and the sound of the lid being lifted by steam. He put two on his knee The upper arm supported his chin, looking at the pot, his eyes blurred.

Nelson rummaged in his pocket to find the box of bread, and wrote on the blackboard: [I suddenly remembered that I can't eat anything this month, why let me cook? 】

He turned his head and saw Tom who seemed to be in a deep sleep, silently erased the writing on the blackboard, and replaced it with the sentence "When you wake up~www.readwn.com~, bring Nagini here, she too today Need activities. 】

After writing, Nelson walked back to the counter with the bread he found.

Suddenly, Tom was awakened by a violent shaking from under his feet. He looked left and right, and shouted, "Gnar, is there an earthquake?"

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Nelson's small blackboard, picked up the pot on the fire, and ran outside the house.

As soon as he ran out of the house, Tom saw Nelson carrying a chopping board full of bread apparated to him.

"Have there been an earthquake?"

Nelson nodded and shook his head. Although the ground is vibrating, the feeling is still very different from the earthquake in the book. It feels like something big breaks the ground under his feet, from the mud. Drilled over.

Tom hurriedly put the pot down, raised his hand and blew.

Upon seeing this, Nelson flipped through his pocket and threw a small bottle. Tom caught it and saw that it was a bottle of fresh food.

He raised his head and looked at the axe-shaped mountain not far away. There was nothing unusual about the mountain, which was completely different from the behavior of an earthquake.

At this moment, Rowena pushed open the wooden door of the fence and walked in.

"I seem to smell someone cooking," she asked, raising her eyebrows, "what is it? Is creamy mushroom soup with grilled chicken?"

"Ms. Ravenclaw, what happened?" Tom asked hurriedly, "Did there just be an earthquake?"

"It's nothing. Two strange guys came out of the forest. They were fighting hard." Rowena shrugged. "I drove them away."

"Who?" Tom asked, gritting his teeth while applying Baixian to his hands.

"A fool," Rowena thought for a moment, "and a dumb."

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