My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The timetable for the new semester is a bit abnormal. The fifth grade Slytherin and Ravenclaw actually arranged the history of magic in the first class on Monday morning.

In the past, this is definitely a painful timetable. After all, no one wants to spend the beginning of the week in a drowsy state. Such a course arrangement will most likely allow most students except for a few people. I can’t get enough energy for the past week.

Professor Bins, like every class in the past year, floated in front of the podium and recited the contents of the textbook in a constant tone, but none of the students fell into a drowsy state like last year, but was extremely excited. I am eager to try.

"Now turn to page thirty-fifth, let’s talk about the medieval Muggles and the church’s witch-hunting movement and the actions of famous wizards in it." As a ghost, Professor Bins doesn’t feel dry and tongue. There is no need to change his breath, which allows him to speak faster than students flipping through books. "Edwards Merkel is one of them..."

Looking at the students in an abnormal situation, Professor Bins rarely paused for a moment, and Ravenclaw Prefect Dwight, who had the same quick thinking and action, seized the opportunity and raised his right hand high, as if he was afraid that Professor Bins would look. Without him, he even stood up and raised his hands, looking very much like the superman ready to go in Nelson's collection of Action Comics.

Dwight's appearance was extremely funny, but no one laughed at him. Instead, he stared at Professor Binns on the podium with his increasingly expectant eyes.

"Ah..." Professor Bins was stunned and asked slowly, "This Ravenclaw classmate, do you have any questions?"

"Professor, can you talk about the Triwizard Tournament?" Dwight asked loudly. "You have been in Hogwarts for so long. You must have experienced many Triwizard Tournaments, right? This is also history, isn't it? "

"Hmm..." Professor Bins nodded and said, "But I don't guarantee that this will be the content of the final exam."

No one cares what the final exam of the history of magic is, just as no one cares about the history of magic, Dwight said eagerly, "Just tell me, we are all very interested!"

The students in the audience showed cooperative expressions.

"In fact, I don't like this noisy competition very much, so I didn't go to the scene to watch most of the matches." After a moment of silence, seeing the expressions of the students in the audience quickly turn from expectation to disappointment, Professor Bins Turning the conversation, he said, "But you are right. I have indeed experienced many Triwizard Tournaments. In fact, since the first tournament, I have personally experienced all the events held at Hogwarts, since you If you’re interested, I’ll tell you something. Sit down first, this...what’s your name?"

"Dwight, Professor." Dwight sat down honestly. This may be his most upright sitting in the history of magic.

"Ok……"

It seems that Professor Binns didn’t take this name to heart. Seeing Dwight sitting down, he recalled a little bit and started with a question about the Triwizard Tournament: "You know the contestants of the Triwizard Tournament. And why are the champions called "Warriors"?"

The theme of the first Triwizard Tournament was not simply communication and competition. The "Triwizard" refers not only to the three magic schools participating in the tournament, but also the most basic three-round competition system, and the name is deeper. The meaning of the level is the original intention of the event-competition, communication and warriors.

Just as the last round of the three-round series is often the most important, "Warriors" is the most important theme of the Triwizard Tournament.

When the three magic academies were first established, wizards in Europe only maintained relatively loose connections. Magic knowledge was passed on in the form of families or associations, and scattered wizards surrounded these loose organizations, whether they were independent, or Hostile, in short, this situation did not improve until after the establishment of the Ministry of Magic or similar institutions in various countries.

However, the way for wizards to acquire knowledge is blocked. For wizards, the most important knowledge is magic, especially for wizards born from Muggles. Many people with magic talents will not even have access to magic wands for life. Tortured by uncontrolled magic, he was discovered by another wizard when he died young.

This situation improved after the establishment of the magic school, but most wizards’ living conditions are not as good as they are now. Nowadays, even a shameless and crappy wizard can survive as long as he has a magic wand. The life of worrying food and clothing, in that era of barbarism and darkness, wizards had to walk in danger everywhere with just one magic wand-these dangers not only come from Muggles, but also from the magical magic that also possesses magical powers. Animals and alien races with wits, as well as dark wizards who are completely uncontrolled.

It is impossible for the minor wizards to live under the protection of their elders forever. For them, these dangers have been infinitely magnified. Therefore, the Triwizard Tournament came into being. Years are the time limit to find a "warrior" who can lead the wizarding world forward, and the competition between the three schools is their competition in terms of school philosophy-the school that wins in the end is always right before the next warrior is born .

History is created by people, but those who walk in the front are always those who are amazing and talented, relying on natural magic and magic accumulated over hundreds of years, even under the leadership of such a hasty alliance, the wizards are also Over a hundred years, they have defeated the enemies that once threatened their survival, and finally become the group with the greatest voice in the world.

At the same time, under the regulations and efforts of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, the dark wizards finally changed from the devil on the ground to the mice in the underground, and unprecedented sunlight shone on each wizard.

Since then, the "Warrior" in the theme of the Triwizard Tournament has gradually become less important, and eventually became an honor for the winner, but people's expectations and attention to the Warriors are far less than before.

"This is the fate of the Triwizard Tournament." Professor Bins closed his handouts like a gavel. The students who were immersed in the story woke up like a dream, and even more in their hearts. "How could I have fallen asleep in the history of magic if you said this earlier?"

"But professor, why did the Triwizard Tournament be suspended?" A Slytherin student raised his hand and asked loudly.

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you at the opening ceremony? Because there were too many casualties."

"But why are there casualties in such student competitions? I think the most dangerous competitions are wizard duels, such as Quidditch--"

"No, your idea is simply wrong," Professor Bins said in a flat tone that could be called threatening words. "Professor Dumbledore may only present the wonderful performances of the warriors recorded in the Goblet of Fire. You, but you need to be clear that the Triwizard Tournament of that era was to select the best and most powerful warriors to fight against the dangerous creatures you can't imagine now-hundreds of years old fire dragons, gregarious werewolves, thousands of feet The long sea monster...If the harshest and most dangerous test is not used, the ultimate winner cannot survive the greater test later."

The student who asked the question put down his hand and murmured his lips, but finally did not utter a word.

"I know that some of you like to read those legendary novels, and there are many people who read them in my class," Professor Bins said. "You can read these books after class. Even in the stories written by the current authors, The most terrifying and dangerous thing is not as good as everything that the Warriors of the Triwizard Tournament faced at the beginning, and these were at least artificially controlled by the organizer. I know that many of you are taking part in the Triwizard Tournament and winning the championship. A well-known dream. For these classmates, you can bring yourself into those novels and see if you can face the dangers encountered by the protagonist... IMHO, most of you signed up for the paper Tuan will only be burned into a pool of ashes by the Goblet of Fire."

Professor Bins’ words were poured directly on these dreamy young people like a basin of cold water, and they were very cold. However, no one had any doubts about Professor Bins’s words. Because what he said was always right, and the cold tone without a trace of emotion also emphasized to them that the elderly witness was only stating a cold truth that couldn't be more simple.

There was a moment of silence in the classroom. Professor Bins did not continue to talk about it, nor did he return to the original content of the course. He just quietly looked at the students under the stage, leaving the time to digest the information to themselves.

Soon, the classroom gradually became noisy.

"Gnar, do you want to sign up?" Tom asked in a low voice.

"I haven't lived enough, and I don't lack the thousand gallons." Nelson shrugged and said, "It depends. After all, the detailed competition system has not been announced."

"Published? Isn't this secret?"

"What? The bonus is a thousand gallons?"

Several exclamations of completely different content came from all directions, and Nelson shrugged again and lay down on the table.

"I think you and Tom can do it," Alphad turned his head and said to the two behind him, "I didn't think there was someone better than you in the school."

Tom smiled without speaking.

"That's not necessarily true, and the selection criteria for the Warriors is not who is the best. We also have very good students in Ravenclaw."

Tom continued to smile.

"Otherwise? Who is weak and who is going to be a warrior?" Slytherin's disdainful retort came from the side.

"Does your ability to understand can only see the strengths and weaknesses?" Ravenclaw retorted in the direction, "The Triwizard Tournament is not just a duel of wizards. You didn't see the decryption breakthroughs that Professor Dumbledore showed us. Is it a game of competition? Is it useful to simply be strong? You can defeat a wizard, but can you guess the puzzles right?"

Both sides insisted on each other's words, their faces flushed, and the quarrel quickly became fierce.

It’s just quarreling and arguing, but there is no reason. The arguing and discussion in the classroom gradually become quieter. Professor Bins’s reading of the medieval witch-hunting movement reverberates in the classroom again, but the classroom does not fall into everyone again. Commonly drowsy.

...

"Professor, thank you for your help during the holiday."

Professor Bins's office must have remained the same as last semester. Only the wine bottle in the center of the wine cabinet was half empty. After class, Nelson came to his office, stood opposite him, and thanked him sincerely.

"Nothing, this is what you should do as a teacher." Professor Bins motioned to Nelson to sit down, "By the way, what is your Animagus?"

"A cat, professor." As soon as the voice fell, a smart cat appeared in the place where Nelson had stood before. He jumped up, jumped on the stool opposite Professor Bins, and turned back into a human form.

"Well, yes," noticed that Nelson's transformation did not use a magic wand, Professor Bins praised, "I am already very proficient. As far as I know, some advanced Animagus can use magic in animal form. , You can ask the teachers for advice, it just so happens that Hogwarts now has two masters of shapeshifting."

"I will, professor."

"Well, let's make a long story short, I have class later," Professor Bins nodded and asked, "Are you going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, professor, after the opening ceremony, Professor Dumbledore also told me and Tom to try not to get involved," Nelson shook his head, "I am doing it for Helbo."

"Have you thought about it yet? He may have his own considerations, but I personally recommend that you participate in this tournament," Professor Bins asked without explaining too much, "Do you have any new discoveries?"

"In fact, this holiday I encountered many incidents related to him," Nelson did not conceal the remnants of Helbo hidden in the blood curse of Nagini~www.readwn.com~Bock family, dementors and Helbo Possible connections, as well as the possibility of various emotional magic, finally said, “A few years ago, I heard a prophecy. The prophet was Pythia, the priestess of ancient Greece. In the prophecy, she mentioned a The massacre that will occur in Auschwitz, Poland, Helbo seems to have taken this opportunity to seek resurrection, so I thought of some ways to influence it and prevent the tragedy of the kind predicted, and he did not move much."

"Sure enough, Helbo has suddenly become active in recent years," Professor Bins said softly, "I didn't expect you to do so many things."

At first, his expression was indifferent, only when he heard that in addition to the patron saint curse, there are other emotions that can be used to increase the magic power, but when he heard the word "prophecy", his brows were tightly closed.

"Stopped?" Professor Bins said with an unbelievable expression, "This shouldn't be. Are you sure that Pythia's prediction refers directly to this possible massacre?"

"I'm not sure, this is Helbo's point of view." Nelson thought for a while, showing the same expression as Professor Bins, "Can't the prediction be changed?"

"Let me think about it. I have some information to check. You should go back first. Later I will go to participate in the ignition and certification ceremony of the Goblet of Fire. But Nelson, it is useless to worry about these things. You can consider my previous ones. I suggest that the warriors selected by the Goblet of Fire are a little different after all." Professor Bins is no different from a worried living person at this moment. He saw off the guests while saying, "Don't take it lightly."

"I will."

Nelson turned and left, took the door and turned the corner into the magic history classroom, walked to Tom who was lying on the table, knocked on the table, and shouted, "Let's go, eat."

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