My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The most proud achievement of Gaston Raymond is the application of Muggle medicine to the research of potions," Tom stood at the bottom of the cauldron, allowing the purple liquid to rise. "Combined with the change in my skin color, his intention should be It is for the players to find the antidote to the poison on the spot."

Feeling the cold touch from his knees spreading upwards, Tom lifted his feet, only to find that it was difficult to move as if stepping into a pool of mud. He shook his wand, and the stickiness under his feet disappeared a lot.

"It seems that the restrictions he has made are not clear," Tom shook his head and said in his heart, "Even if I can use magic to break free, but if I don't solve his puzzle, then I will fail in this level, the judges. The score will be very low, and my time advantage will disappear."

He raised his head and looked to the sky, and the commentary came out in a tireless voice: "Oh! She came out of the lake, and Margaret Sagan is climbing the ropeway with three keys in her hand! What is her choice for the second level What?"

"Has she cleared the level too?"

Tom seemed to be standing enough, bent down, and plunged his wand into the "mud" under his feet.

"Let me think about it," Tom slapped the mucus under his feet with his free hand, and smelled the smell. "Oh, smelly hydrangea, there is a bunch planted in the garden at home. I am so stinky. I'm familiar with it, I don't think I even need to use the Scarping Manifestation..."

"Material manifestation." Just in case, he finally used the Skapin manifestation curse.

Suddenly, the purple light burst out from the liquid under the feet, and slowly condensed into a plant of herbs and minerals in the air.

"Hiss, what is this?" Tom stared disgustedly at the liquid under his feet, and raised his head to observe the raw materials presented in front of him, "Hydrangea, light pink, and mercury...what is this? The ashes on the bottom of the pot? This should be hydrangea potion."

Next, Tom looked at the medicine cabinet under the inner wall of the cauldron and stretched out his wand.

His thoughts went back to when he predicted the level with his friends a few days ago.

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"I am very happy that diphtheria may become a word in the history of the disease in the near future. This may not be good news for diphtheria bacillus, but for humans, the fear of it will become history. The vaccine is human One of the greatest inventions, it allows us to go out boldly when facing the threat of infectious diseases, and various diseases that have plagued mankind for thousands of years can be truly eliminated."

Gaston Raymond, the respected potion master, wrote this sentence on the last page of his Muggle medicine book.

When Tom quickly flipped through the entire book, he raised his infinite admiration for the medical worker, but he still didn’t understand what this had to do with the level he was about to face, but he didn’t have the heart to disturb the writing at the desk opposite. Nelson and Walburga, so they picked up the next book in the package and continued reading.

"The Application of Muggle Vaccines in the Research of Potions", this is the title of the next book in the package. The author is still Gaston Raymond, but at this time the publishing house has been replaced by the French Potions Press , This is a book about magic. Looking at the title, Tom understood Nelson's intention to put the Muggle medical book on top. He took the book down and began to read it carefully.

To most wizards, Muggle medicine is like a child’s play house. For trauma, they only need a sentence of “rapid healing”. For diseases, in addition to some magical diseases from magical animals, various magic hospitals All of the doctors can solve most terminal illnesses that Muggles can’t solve in a few seconds—except for magical injuries, most of the diseases that come from nature simply cannot get their attention.

Gaston may be one of the few wizards to face Muggle medicine. He not only looks squarely, but also admires it. In his book, he describes in detail the Muggle doctors’ "artifact" of vaccines, which are preventive diseases. The principles are integrated and applied to the research of potions.

Most poisons in the wizarding world are very violent. The poisoned person is often poisoned to death before being sent to the hospital. This is the case with Gaston’s dormitory classmates when he was studying in Boothbarton. During the summer vacation of the third grade, a family of four On a trip to the mysterious east, while having a picnic, his father threw a bright mushroom found in the mountains into the pot. Just in case, his father gave everyone a small piece of dung stone.

But tragedies often happen to those who stand by themselves. The mushroom is very toxic, and their family is dead before they can throw the dung rock into their mouths.

"The taste is really delicious." This is the last words of his classmate.

The young Gaston had a dream-to find the antidote to all the poisons in the world. Although he knew that this would not save those who put bright mushrooms in his own pot, he could still give them the poison by mistake. People are alive and well.

In the Muggle world, he is a veterinarian and a microbiologist. After understanding the principle of inactivated vaccines, a crazy idea was born in his genius mind—if I can reduce the toxicity of poisons. , Then can you find the corresponding antidote through experiments?

He thought so and did the same. The first test subject was himself. In the end, he succeeded.

No matter how rebellious the behavior of learning Muggles, Gaston’s attempt to find an antidote by weakening the toxicity of the poison has made him gain great prestige in the wizarding world. In the process of constantly improving the theory, he Finally became the editor-in-chief of "Practical Potions Master".

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Looking at the figure of Tom analyzing the medicinal materials on the water curtain, Gaston looked at Professor Slughorn beside him, and asked, "You have learned Skapin Mantra and Gobalot in fifth grade at Hogwarts. The law?"

"Tom did learn it. He asked me about this question when he was in the third grade, but at that time he was already familiar with the use of Gobalot's third law... But for most people, these are in the sixth grade. The content that will be exposed after choosing the potion improvement class."

"Is it earlier than the third grade?" Gaston raised his eyebrows. "That's a genius."

"Actually," Professor Slughorn said in a rather regretful tone, shaking his head, "His talent for potions is nothing compared to the curse, he just worked very hard."

"It's useless for you to tell me this, Horace, I'm not Busbarton's Potions Professor."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, we are teachers, it's rare to get good students, and we like to share joy with others." Teacher Slughorn sits among the great wizards, his face is red, as if he is the one who can solve problems easily on stage. Like one's own.

"Speaking of which, since this Riddle is so powerful, isn't the Williams recommended by him even more powerful? His level is actually placed on top of me," Gaston asked curiously, "He is in potions. Are there any accomplishments?"

"..."

Now it was Professor Slughorn's turn to not speak.

Tom is mixing potions. Although the experts on the stage are very interested in it, the audience has no character for this non-fighting level. Most people have their eyes on their faces with confidence and their heads held up to Newt. Ludwig walked to the magical animal platform.

"Since Riddle can pass the level very quickly, I think this Newt Scamander doesn't have too much strength." He thought happily. Hearing the commentary teasing Tom's dilemma, he had already thought of becoming The first-round series champion said, "I have much more combat magic than a fifth-grade student, and I should be able to clear the level faster than him."

Thinking of this, Ludwig, who was already standing in front of Newt, cocked his mouth unconsciously.

"What is so happy, Mr. Kant?"

Newt's greeting brought Ludwigola back to reality.

He raised his head and saw Newt, who was standing in the middle of the herd, looking bad.

"It's a great honor to be selected by the two warriors. I hope that the wizard who was bye bye will not blame me." Newt squeezed out a kind smile and patted Zou Wu's neck next to him. After Tom left, he put it away. Those cute magical animals specially prepared for the warriors to clear the customs, leaving behind the most fierce guys.

After being passed through the customs by Tom's opportunistic tricks, even Mr. Good Newt understood what it is to be unhappy.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Fantastic Animals platform, the two opposed to each other are like a classic pair of "headless" and "unhappy".

"Mr. Scamander, what are the customs clearance rules?"

Ludwig looked at the most fierce-looking cystic leopard of all the magical animals, and put on himself a bubble head curse to resist the dignified, solid poisonous mist around Newt.

"Did you see the gems on them?" Newt replied blankly. He wouldn't be angry with his schoolboy anyway, so he had to vent his anger with the self-inflicted boy in front of him. "Get three. The victory is yours."

"Please advise, Mr. Scamander!" Ludwig said excitedly, raising his wand in salute.

The humiliated sac-poisonous leopard beside Newt responded in place of him, and saw its four claws on the ground. The stone floor squeaked under the double damage of its huge grip and steel-like claws. As if a heavy object had been placed, a cobweb-like crack appeared.

When hunting, the leopard will not howl. It leaned down, the muscles of the whole body were tense, and it prepared to attack. Despite its huge body, it also possessed the sense of vigor of an ordinary leopard. It closed its mouth and moved from There was a low growl in his throat, and the gems held tightly by the upper and lower jaws refracted a gleaming light, but the light soon disappeared.

The pitch-black venom dripped from its mouth, completely enclosing the gem.

Although Ludwig was misled by Tom, he was not a fool. He glanced at the cystic leopard and lost the desire to find it single-handedly.

"I'd rather go slaying the dragon." He muttered, ready to find a way around it.

"Kant chose Newt Scamander as his second opponent!" The commentary fanned the flames again in Yin and Yang. "So, did this young talent who passed the test of the duel championship win the second victory, or did we get caught? Is the Fantastic Beast Master who cleared the fastest to justify himself? Let’s wait and see!"

"..." Newt raised his head, he was almost laughing at the old friend, and at the moment, near the forbidden forest in the Black Lake, theseus who was leading a group of Aurors to interrogate the suspicious person who had just caught heard it. The embarrassment of the younger brother at the moment, his smile couldn't control the strength of his hands.

"Wow—"

A scream resounded through the forbidden forest and could even be heard in the audience.

"Miss Sagan finally climbed up! She chose Nicole King Stein as her opponent in the second level!" The commentator's voice became louder again, "It is difficult for us to see her performance underwater. This is possible. It is necessary for the event party to communicate with the level guardian after the game, but we can all see that she did obtain three keys and looks good... The witch she challenged is good at illusion and spiritual magic. The star of the French magic world in the year..."

Hearing Margaret's choice, in the cauldron, Tom's hand of ignition paused slightly.

"Sure enough, as we imagined..."

…

"So we are sure to challenge Newt in the first level?"

In the library the day before the game, Tom was sitting among a group of busy classmates discussing tomorrow's schedule with a few key figures.

"Yes, I asked him. He received an invitation from the British Ministry of Magic to bring a large number of magical animals into the country before school started," Nelson said, looking at the notebook from the side, "so adjust the system in Sigmund. Earlier, he should have been selected as one of the people in charge of the first item. I guess it was a lottery for the Warriors to fight against the magical animals he brought."

"For cost considerations, he will also be scheduled to appear in the first project," Tom nodded, "and he obviously got Dumbledore's assurance that Newt is not a very good person to hide things...but We irritate him so much, will he be angry?"

"It's okay, I will give him my curled-winged monster, and he will love it." Nelson replied, "Of course, everything is based on your seeing birds and snakes. UU看书www. uukanshu.com"

Walburga said on the side: "You must be fast. The tacit understanding of everyone is that the Warriors will definitely choose their own and familiar opponents, but Margaret Sagan is not necessarily. I have inquired that her popularity is not Very good, so it is unlikely that so many of us will help her gather information."

"So she may be the first to choose a wizard from England or Germany to interfere with her opponent and pull you to the same level as her." Dwight added, who came to the table from the shelf with a stack of books, "but if you move Fast enough, then she can only choose the German wizard, either the alchemist or the adventurer."

"But the second level and even the third level after it is difficult to control by your actions. They will eventually choose a familiar opponent."

"After bypassing Newt, I have plenty of time to pick the next opponent," Tom nodded, "I hope we are right. The route is not arranged by the tournament team."

"That's not fair and open enough, is it?"

"Very well, Gnar," Tom licked his lips, and Malfoy at the corner of the long table graciously handed over the water glass, "I hope your magic will please me."

"If you want to win, I hope you don't choose me."

"Really?" Tom quipped, "What if every warrior has to pass by you?"

"I don't think the professors will make this kind of schedule even if they don't have a good brain," Nelson shook his head, "unless someone makes a ghost."

"Who is going to mess up? I have to thank him well."

"I don't think it should be—"

Halfway through Nelson's speech, a sullen silver back suddenly appeared in front of him. He stopped talking and shook his head. "Should it not happen?"

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