My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The judges agreed that Tom Riddle from Hogwarts gave his best performance in the first round."

The commentator read the comments from the judges' bench as written: "He found the weakest point in the Newt Scamander group of magical animals at an extremely fast speed, and achieved amazing performance by relying on his own specialties. In the second level, facing the exam questions of the potion master, he successfully formulated the most perfect antidote. In the third level, his talents were not limited to the speed of the first level and the accuracy of the second level. Neither mental tenacity nor performance in reality is blameless."

The students at Hogwarts uttered a loud cheering.

"He has a solid foundation in magic, a large number of spells, and they are distributed in various fields. Whether it is polymorphism, defense against the dark arts or other spells, he has performed well, and he can even use his keen sense of combat. Facing the enemy's close hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, he made an effective response. As the last warrior, he deservedly won the highest score of this round! Ninety-one points!"

The hourglass above the audience was almost completely filled, bursting with a dazzling light.

"Please leave the audience in an orderly manner. In addition to the underwater venues, the seven venues in the game will be displayed on the banks of the Black Lake until tonight. Everyone can go and observe," said the Warriors and various leaders. After that, the first round of the game finally ended. "Please stay with the Warriors. There is some information about the second level that needs to be notified to you."

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The night gradually darkened, and the tourists surrounding Alexandria gradually dispersed. Nelson came to the shore of Black Lake alone, preparing to reclaim the giant locked by Dumbledore.

He walked to the giant's feet, stroked its cold instep, felt the heartbeat of the water flowing in the pipe under the fierce heat, and felt the arrival of the master, and Alexander felt a little dim. One-eyed brightened up.

Fettered by the golden chains, the gears in its tight body turned, and the low friction sound seemed to greet Nelson.

"Don't worry, when you truly become yourself, no one can tie you down."

Nelson drew out his wand and swiped it lightly on Dumbledore's chains. The thick chains broke at the sound, turning into light particles and dissipating in the air.

Alexander can finally move his body. Although as a machine, it does not have the need to move the body, but the joy of freedom still resounds from this ignorant soul and resonates with Nelson's soul.

"come back."

A thin mist of mist rose up beside Nelson, mixed with the mist on the lakeside, covering all the scenes that were about to happen. The bolts and rivets all over Alexander were pulled out under Nelson's control, and the hot steam came out of the gap in the pipe. It gushes out, making its huge body completely enveloped in mist.

"I have to say, I haven't seen such a magnificent creation for a long time."

An old voice sounded behind Nelson. He turned his head and blinked his eyes. In the dark, a thin old man stood by the lake. He looked like a jelly goat, whether it was a skinny figure or a goat-like beard. Both make people feel a little funny, as if he is a reverse Animagus, from a goat to a human.

His face can't be seen clearly in the night, but the deep-set eye sockets and angular lines still show a trace of arrogance and meanness. This is not a person to want to meet.

There is no reflection of him on the dark water of the Black Lake, but on this starless night, the visibility is normal. The dim light makes his image flat, like a flat painting.

Nelson was a little surprised. When Dumbledore had just notified him to reclaim Alexander, he emphasized that the surrounding tourists had been evacuated. What's more, there is no difference between ordinary people walking into the lost fog and entering the labyrinth of Minotaur. He is somewhat Raised his wand vigilantly, he couldn't help but stop dismantling Alexander. On the one hand, he was worried that this was a mana criminal. On the other hand, he was also a little afraid that the parts that Alexander had dropped might look at him. The old man who could not stand a gust of wind blew away.

The old goat grinned, showing his broken teeth, and let out an unpleasant laugh like a bellows, "Are you its creator? Nordic kid."

Nelson raised his eyebrows. "Nordic boy"? What a strange name this is.

"I built Alexander." He didn't feel any malice from the old man, so he explained to him patiently.

"Is it called Alexander?" The old man seemed to appreciate the name, and nodded in satisfaction, "Its power is worthy of this name. I saw your current principal almost couldn't use it in the daytime."

"If a three-year-old magic is easily defeated by others, then I would be too weak," Nelson said proudly. "Although it has only one left arm now, it is powerful enough to suppress most of the world. A creature, the mana stored in its body can spray an attack equal to the power of the obstacle curse for three minutes without limitation, and the number of curses is equal to the number of rivets on its body."

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see it during the day," the old man said regretfully, but his tone was not at all audible. "I know the ancestor of a giant. Power, it can’t beat this big guy.”

"The ancestor of giants?" Nelson recalled for a long time before remembering the origin of the word. "Isn't it said that the existing giants are just the descendants of giants of mixed blood? Is there a surviving giant ancestor?"

"Doesn't it allow old people like me to have more knowledge when they are young?"

The old man said dissatisfiedly. He stepped forward two steps and pressed his hand on Alexander’s other foot. Nelson was afraid that he would be sent away by Alexander’s electric current, but the energy from the thunder didn’t seem to hurt him. It just made him. The scarce hair and goatee stood up.

"Then what are you doing now? Did you take it apart?" The old man asked curiously, "Don't you hurry up and improve it? If I have such a big toy, then I have to put it together even if I can't sleep. ."

"I haven't prepared the other parts of it yet," Nelson shook his head, and replied somewhat dissatisfied. "Sir, this is not a toy."

"Yes, yes," the old man sighed, and he even gave Nelson an old polite, "I'm sorry, but I think this kind of war weapon is indeed no different from a toy at this time, even if it is powerful, It is not worthy of its battlefield, and there is no enemy that can fight it. Look at that useless chicken snake today. In its hands, it is like a small loach, almost being hammered into a pool of snake soup."

Chicken snake? This is another weird word. Nelson thought for a while. This seems to be what the ancient wizard called the basilisk, because the basilisk is a snake hatched from a male egg, but since modern times, as birds and snakes have been discovered, in order to avoid It made the two creatures unnecessarily connected, and people gradually called the basilisk by the name Helbo had originally set.

This old man is really weird, and the words used are very old-fashioned, like a cultural relic that has just crawled out of a grave.

"The basilisk has just faded away, so it is a bit weak. The basilisk is a very dangerous magical animal," Nelson said to this old man who seemed to have no knowledge of such terrifying creatures as the basilisk. "I have seen it before. The skeleton of a basilisk is taller than any tower I have seen, almost like a mountain!"

"I may have seen it," the old man stared at Nelson with a strange expression, as if he was saying something strange. "But even the basilisk is not a threat to this big guy. You use my power of observation on it. The Transfiguration technique seems to be made up of a bunch of parts spliced ​​together, but there is no real connection between the parts. Instead, they are connected by magic through the magic text you set. At first, I thought this was a completely extravagant gesture. Understand that those high-power magic aimed at a single body can only be effective on one part of your Alexander in this structure, including the basilisk's gaze and some high-level magic that is difficult to defend."

Nelson was pleased. It seemed that the old man was still knowledgeable, so he raised his wand again and began to disassemble Alexander's body. After the bolts fell off, the occlusion of the various parts was no longer tight. Starting from the arm, the lens, lever, and armor were in the gears. The pieces fell off under the cluster, and the tall giant quickly became a pile of suspended parts and a skeleton that was still standing upright. The exposed blast furnace twisted the surrounding air into a pulsating sun, its eyes It still hasn't extinguished, but after losing the protection of the outer shell, it can be seen that this one eye is composed of countless tiny mayfly compound eyes, which capture all the details of the image directly in front and transmit it into Alexander's "brain".

When the bones around the eye sockets were removed, the mayfly that made up the eyes and various organs spread out, spread their wings and flew to the ground, surrounding Nelson.

The old man stood next to Nelson and kept asking about the function of each component, not even knowing the basic gears, which further strengthened Nelson's idea-this is an old antique who doesn't go out of the house very much.

"It would be great if we had this kind of weapon back then," the old man seemed to be hooked up and chattered endlessly. "It shouldn't be so uncomfortable, but speaking of it, a crappy lunatic played off the whole thing. The world has brought a lot of trouble, it is hard to imagine this big guy being taken off by you...Tsk tsk..."

The old man slapped his lips and shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson hated Riddler the most in his life.

"I think you don't wear medals on the day of the dance, don't you know?" The old man was surprised, "Didn't they tell you?"

"Know what?" Nelson knew that the old man was talking about the Guardian of the Guardian Medal, but he didn't know what mystery he was playing with.

"Take Hogwarts' teacher, Binns, should he still be teaching the history of magic?" the old man exemplified, "He is a ghost. I used to know him very well."

"The history of magic is my best class."

Nelson said without looking back, while manipulating gears and some precision parts turned into small silver **** again, turning into slender silver dragons and pouring into his pockets, while those thick joints, levers and armor changed back to the original. The building materials, engulfed by the fog, were sent to another world, where they formed another tower.

"Hey! It's rare!" The old man's voice was like seeing some strange baby, admiring, "This is the quality education that we emphasize. All-round development. Binns shouldn't have met you for hundreds of years. student."

"Are you a former Hogwarts student or a teacher?"

Nelson felt that he had guessed the identity of the old man. Although he was a little dissatisfied with his disrespect of Professor Bins, his politeness still brought a trace of respect in his tone.

"Almost, I did stay at Hogwarts for a while." The old man said vaguely. "Do you know why Binns became a ghost?"

"In order to find a solution to the dementor on the boundary between life and death." Nelson frowned and turned around. He couldn't bear the old guy's disrespect to Professor Bins.

"Huh? That's what he told you?" The old man looked surprised, UU reading www. uukanshu.com kept shaking his head, "No, he...oh, I see, he doesn't want people to be afraid of later, he is really gentle."

"What?" Nelson stared at the old man's face, always feeling a little familiar.

"Let’s tell you that, after a wizard dies, you can’t be able to become a ghost by thinking." The old man’s expression suddenly became serious. "In fact, Bins Cuthbert’s "door" was commissioned by him. I helped him prepare. I was no longer in Hogwarts at that time."

"You—" Listening to the old man's increasingly mysterious guess, a terrible guess came out of Nelson's heart.

But the old man did not give him a chance to ask questions, and said sternly, "The real purpose of Bince Cusborn as a ghost is to use himself as the most true and detailed historical material, after the demise of the wizarding society, to assist the next generation of wizards to rebuild. this world."

"clang-"

The last piece of gear fell into Nelson's pocket, and the last brick of the Dark Tower also found its place in the illusion.

The place where the giant stood just now has become a flat ground. Only two huge footprints introduced Alexander who had passed by here. Where the old man stood, a painting wrapped in oil paper was deeply inserted on the ground. Nelson remembered this. Locally, when watching the replay, he saw the scales of the Basilisk collapsed and flew around under Alexander's iron fist, and one of them fell here.

"Salazar Slytherin." Nelson bowed and saluted with solemn expression.

"Ah," there was a yawn in the portrait, "Excuse me, send my portrait to the principal. One more thing, the portrait on your school history illustrations is seriously distorted. I actually look like this."

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