My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"There are so many things we need to do, it's definitely no less than a Muggle encyclopedia, no...it should be a human encyclopedia," Professor Rahman clasped his crossed fingers to his chest , trying to suppress his excitement, but his two little fingers trembling involuntarily revealed his inner restlessness, he looked at the three people under the podium, the corners of his mouth raised, "I thought I only needed to expand a part of the textbook. Perfunctory, but now it seems that we can leave our name in history."

The sleepy Alphard raised his eyelids, and the people and the blackboard in front of him had long been blurred. Maybe now he doesn't even know what Professor Rahman said.

"As the first student who came to help me and gave me so many key suggestions... No, teaching assistant," Professor Rahman pointed to the faces of the three people in the audience and said with a smile, "I think you should be here. It has a place of its own in this book."

"Hopefully o..."

Alphard was completely asleep, his mouth opening and closing uncontrollably, as if he wanted to spit bubbles like a goldfish.

"Professor," Nelson raised his hand, "even if magic can help us solve most problems, these words at least need to be thought to write down, even if we read and think without sleep, we alone, plus the possibility of later It is also difficult to compile such a large amount of content to help your classmates.”

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the blackboard behind Professor Rahman. The large blackboard was now densely filled with titles and keywords. Even in the second half of the discussion, there were many contents that had no place to write. Professor Herman could only tuck them into the spaces between the rows and the rows.

Professor Rahman turned his head and looked at the points that he couldn't even remember. He suddenly got into trouble. He inserted his fingers into his hair and scratched hard. Some strands of hair that were not firmly connected to the scalp were like below Falling like snow, this fairly young man is balding at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if fast-forwarding months or even years of work.

"Writing...let me think about it, if we can find a way, this may be the least problem that bothers us," Professor Rahman raised his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a friend who writes biographies for others. Writer, maybe he has a knack for writing fast."

"Professor, I think you should still seek help from the Ministry of Magic," Tom's suggestion was more realistic. He was already very sleepy, but the two guys, Nelson and Rahman, couldn't stand the conversation, so they could only stay in the classroom. Hard boiled, "If you make a request to the Ministry of Magic to collect information on all aspects of Muggles, I believe the Muggle government will cooperate. After all, everyone's goal is the same now, and they all know each other better, so the information collected will also It will be more timely and comprehensive.”

"Ridel, what you said makes sense." Professor Rahman nodded, "I will discuss this with the principal tomorrow."

The wizard, who was so curious about Muggles, was so engrossed in the event that he was about to make a name for himself in history. Staying there for one night, he raised his head and looked out the window. The starry sky behind the glass was already very bright. When he finished watching it, there were only two bright lights at the top of the Gryffindor tower, which were far apart, like two vigils. eyes, blinking.

"Minerva is really diligent..." Professor Rahman yawned a long time, and after a little relaxation, the originally tense nerves were about to be washed away by the surging drowsiness, and he looked at the sleepy eyes under the stage. The student who couldn't even open his eyes, he forgot what he was going to say in the second half of the sentence, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Are you all sleepy?"

Nelson and Tom didn't speak, just looked at him blankly.

"Kakaka…"

The rapid sound of clockwork came from behind, and Professor Rahman looked up and saw a clock whose hour hand had passed zero. He exclaimed, "Merlin's beard, it's already so late, you go back quickly. , otherwise it's easy to lose hair."

"Did Merlin's beard fall out too?" Alphard murmured unconsciously. God knows how he managed to doze while talking to people. Hearing Professor Rahman's "forgiveness", Nelson and Tom immediately stood up. Get up, pick up Alphard one by one, and leave.

"I'm really sorry, I forgot the time on a whim," Professor Rahman said hurriedly. "Go back to sleep, and if you meet Mr. Auger, tell him that I kept you until now."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson yawned and thanked him sincerely, "You also rest early."

"Yeah, there is still morning class tomorrow," Professor Rahman hurriedly pulled out a stack of parchments from the drawer of his desk, "but I have to organize these notes first, so I can't let the students look at them. A blackboard note in a daze."

After all, he waved his wand, the classroom door opened, and the cool breeze of the early autumn night came in from the corridor and twirled around Alphard's neckline, making him shiver.

Professor Rahman turned his back to the three and waved the wand in his hand. The writing on the blackboard began to line up in a more reasonable way. From time to time, he frowned and thought hard about his previous ideas, but there was no student behind him. The sound of leaving, are they already sleepy enough to fall asleep? He couldn't help turning around and saw Nelson standing behind him like a ghost.

"Let me help you, Professor."

Professor Rahman nodded. Nelson took out his wand and took half a stack of parchment from his hand. The two faced the blackboard shoulder to shoulder. They arranged and combined themselves like fresh life, and quickly flew out of the blackboard like doves, like the notes settled in the staff, and burrowed into the parchment in the hands of the two of them.

After a while, most of the writing on the blackboard disappeared.

"You can go back to rest first, I can finish this work in a while." Professor Rahman reminded kindly.

"I don't have class tomorrow morning, but you have, professor, I have a sister who is your class tomorrow morning."

"Then I must cheer up," Professor Rahman smiled, "I actually thought it would be a hindrance for you to tidy up at first, but now it seems that you know more about my thinking than I do myself. familiar."

"After all, you've said it in such detail."

"By the way, are you Norwegian?" Professor Rahman winked at Nelson and said, "Your middle name is a common surname in Norway, maybe you can really be something Norwegians are proud of Maybe even Harald, the bluetooth king."

"Bluetooth King?" Nelson narrowed his eyes. Except for some familiar magical events and wizards, he knew very little about the history of northern Europe. This land, which is surrounded by wind, snow and extreme day and night all the year round, can even use a pair of eyes infiltrated with magic power. Look, it's full of mysteries, but listening to the name, he always felt an inexplicable sense of sight, "Who is that? Professor, is he also a teaching assistant who can give advice and cause trouble?"

"I know your history of magic is excellent, but you don't know he's normal, because that's a Muggle, Williams," replied Professor Rahman, "that's a man who eliminated the Scandinavian The pirate king who divided the Navia peninsula and unified the three Nordic countries was a sociable person. What is even more commendable is that he used to lobby the Nordic wizards and Muggles to truly merge together, even today. It's pretty traditional, and it's the same thing we're doing and what the people behind the scenes that dominated Paris two months ago were doing." Gu Xue

Nelson's wand-wielding hand paused, and the words stripped from the blackboard hovered in the air, and Professor Rahman took two of them away.

"Don't be stunned, Williams, the examination system and current cultural trends are not yours." Professor Rahman smiled, "I'm going to talk to Professor Binns tomorrow, he should have more detailed information, and At times like these, historians have a lot to do."

"Um?"

"You think the same way. The wizards in the future read history books to see what happened in the twentieth century, and they only wrote one sentence - 'The International Statute of Secrecy is repealed', which is too big."

…

"When did I put a watch here?"

Behind the closed door, Professor Rahman scratched his head and looked above the blackboard suspiciously, but there was nothing there.

"Am I wrong?" He hurried to the window and looked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, where there was only one light left, and when he looked closely, it was McGonagall's office, and he scratched his head. Scratching his hair, the strands of hair fell down, and laughed at himself, "It's so sleepy, I see double images."

In the corridor, Nelson and Tom had already fled with lightning speed, and Alphard was floating behind them, soundly asleep.

While packing the manuscript in his arms, Nelson skillfully disassembled a wall clock that was exactly the same as the one just now, and put it back into his pocket.

"So you put this watch?" Tom understood, and gave Nelson an approving look, "I feel like this professor is pulling us to chat all night."

"Yes," Nelson nodded, turned and glanced at the door of the Muggle Research classroom. Even if it was far away, he could still see the light coming from the crack of the door in the dim corridor. It was even more dazzling and bright just now. "Professor Rahman does seem to have the idea of ​​staying up all night, and I don't know if the students in the Muggle research class tomorrow will be able to have a vacation because of this."

"I guess he'll be more excited tomorrow," Tom yawned, took out a watch from his arms and showed it to Nelson, sighing, "Better than us... By the way, the time on your watch is wrong. Yes, it's past two in the morning now."

"How come I have two hours more than you?" Nelson laughed. "Did you spend those two hours drinking coffee?"

"Haha." Tom commented on the joke with a dry laugh.

"Speaking of which, how is Grindelwald recently?" Nelson glanced at Alphard, who was floating behind him, and asked softly, "I can only see a brief briefing from Austria or Bulgaria in the newspaper, he is back in Dems. Has Tron made up the class? Why is there no news?"

"You really don't care at all? I really don't know what Ecstasy Dumbledore gave you," Tom pouted and said, "I just saw a little bit, that is your fanatical fan run magazine - The Quibbler, it says that Grindelwald was seen on the white sands of Sicily, looking like he was on vacation, but with a thick bandage around his waist, boy, you Won't really give his waist with a sword—"

Tom didn't continue talking, but just put a knife in his hand and made a figurative gesture.

"Um?"

But this unremarkable action hurt Alphard, who was holding him behind him. Following the movement of Tom's stick, Alphard's body turned in a circle, his face flushed instantly, and he muttered, "It happened. What? Is there an earthquake?"

"It's nothing, Alphard," said Tom, turning around, "turn it over for you, I'm afraid you'll choke to death."

"Oh, thanks…"

When Alphard calmed down again, Tom approached Nelson and said softly, "Is the cold weapon so powerful?"

"You can try," Nelson said quietly, "To put it bluntly, it's a set of piercing and exploding magic spells. I just think that kind of shape is more beautiful, at least better than using a mop made of rune to stab someone. ."

"Well, anyway, based on the information I can see now, Grindelwald, like you, did nothing, as if the two of you had negotiated it, or you were both persuaded by Dumbledore? Look For Merlin's sake, let's not talk about you, it's just the rabble under your control, if it messes up my good things, even if they belong to the successor I like, I have to send them to Scotland first to sober up, just Paris. On that day, I thought that all the people present except the Martian boy who lit the powder keg would be **** to death, I have never seen a situation where a battle is over and there is no winner," Tom said, radiating his thoughts. , "Seriously, I can understand that Dumbledore can persuade Grindelwald to stay out of trouble for a short period of time, but what I don't understand is, why did he persuade you? Seriously, like he told you I can make up about forty-nine sentences in one minute.”

"Fancy successor?" Nelson was a little confused, "What is a fancy successor?"

"Oh, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I forgot, you only read newspapers and not magazines recently," Tom shrugged and said, "It's the same issue of The Quibbler, and Grindelwald even gave a brief interview. , mentioned the important role played by one of his fancy successors in the Paris incident, you should really watch that issue, Grindelwald's outrageous remarks make people look like fake news, what for the world Peace, for the establishment and survival of Muggle-Wizard friendship..."

"Damn..."

"It's pretty damned. After all, as a performance artist who has inherited his name, I have an inescapable responsibility... Who!"

Watching the figure passing by in the corner of the corridor ahead, Tom raised his wand and snapped.

Following his movements, Alphard rolled violently in the air, Nelson hurried to catch him, and when he raised his eyes again, Tom had already caught up.

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