My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Next, Nelson Wiltning Williams."

A cold cry rang out in the classroom, Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder and watched him walk towards the door.

"ended."

"What's over?"

Nelson asked with a smile, turned to open the door, turned his body sideways, and brushed past the boy walking out. Although his face was full of exhaustion and regret, he was more relaxed about letting go of everything. Seeing Nelson When he came, he was stunned, smiled and nodded, without saying a word, he just sent his best wishes to his classmates of his age, and reminded by the way, "Be careful, Williams, The old man is a bit mean, and… he doesn't have very good ears."

"Thank you," Nelson stopped and smiled at him, "I am the best at dealing with all kinds of mean old men."

…

"Are you Williams?"

Nelson raised his head and saw an old man he didn't know before. In order to avoid fraud in the NEWTs exam, which is the most important to wizards, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts invite some prestigious, capable and trustworthy wizards to serve as examiners every year. , and sometimes even look abroad. Nelson only felt that the old man was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while, maybe he had seen him on a chocolate frog picture, and if that was the case, he would be considered a neighbor.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but give his new joke a thumbs up.

"I am," Nelson replied softly.

The old man nodded, and Nelson felt a little more relaxed. At least he didn't have a back ear. He stood on the podium with his thin arms leaning on the corner of the desk. His face was full of age spots and wrinkles, and he looked at least over a hundred years old. .

Nelson stepped forward quickly, walked under the podium, and looked down at the old man.

"I heard that you are the best at Transfiguration, isn't it?" The old man is very old, and his hunched back can't be straightened. Maybe he was a burly and handsome young man when he was young, but now, even standing on the podium, But he could only raise his head sideways, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Nelson's face out of the corner of his eyes, "I had a stroke before, or I should have been the reviewer when you submitted your manuscript for "Transfiguration Today"."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, bent down slightly, and kept his eyes flush with the old man's. Those turbid eyes seemed to be filled with stories, but they were covered with dust early on. Maybe his past was heartbreaking. , But in contrast to the translucent blue eyes that are close at hand, this story can only be regarded as the past tense.

"Are you the editor of Transfiguration Today?"

Seeing Nelson's lowered gaze, the old man's face showed a fleeting surprise and a vague emotion. This wave was quickly hidden by the wrinkles on his face. He tried his best to He straightened up, trying to get his eyes over Nelson, like a teacher in a classroom looking at his students, but he failed in the end, squinting helplessly, covering his emotions with his eyelids.

"Of course not, how could the reviewer let the editor take over," the old man shook his head, and Nelson could feel the inquisitive gaze in his half-squinted eyes, "How could they have such a skill?"

"I'm looking forward to your exam questions, sir," Nelson nodded, straightened up, and the two eyes parted, he smiled and picked up a piece of parchment from the desk, "I need to Sign this form, eh?"

"I read your paper, exploring the advanced use of ancient magic in Transfiguration, right? It sounds intimidating, but it seems more like an archaeological work to unearth lost spells. To be honest, I didn't read it. There's nothing really innovative," said the old man, who didn't seem to be planning to start the exam right away, and the invigilator of the Ministry of Magic sat in the corner of the classroom, unmoved, despite the many eagerly awaited queues behind Nelson. students, but he didn't take them seriously, and said to himself, "But it has some practical significance. I thought that this kind of ancient search can only be felt by people like me who have half feet in the coffin. Interests... I hate bombastic people the most in my life, I hope you're not an embroidered pillow like that."

"What are the exam items?" Nelson asked politely, as if he hadn't heard his comments at all. "Can I start taking the exam?"

He lowered his head, his fingertips swiped lightly on the form, and the neat signature appeared on the paper. The old man was a little surprised. As a leader in the field of Transfiguration, he saw the doorway in this simple action. Nelson was not like him. As imagined, he used magic to condense into ink, but changed the form of the paper, and the piece that belonged to his name changed color. From this moment, he was already showing his Transfiguration.

"Aren't you worried that the test staff won't be able to find your name on the parchment when the transcripts are handed out?"

"I think it can last at least until then."

The old man's chest heaved and he let out a high-pitched laugh accompanied by a cough, which sounded like he was scratching a blackboard with a fingernail, and the wrinkles quivered with his expression, perhaps because Nelson bowed his head in respect, he didn't like it. The student said it as sharp and mean, although it was a bit tit-for-tat, but Nelson understood that those who were the best in their field might have such a temper.

"I originally wanted to test your knowledge of ancient transfiguration, but this seems to be a little bit of spying on your secrets," the old man said softly, switching his foot hard, "but I don't think the content specified in the NEWTs exam does not really seem to be true. Test your skills, after all, Albus has bragged about you to me at least six times in the three days I've been at Hogwarts."

"It doesn't matter, sir," Nelson shook his head. "The reason why those ancient spells are lost is because they were hidden. You can explore my transformation as much as you like."

The old man lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was thinking seriously about what should be assessed, and as if he was too old to stand and felt sleepy.

After a while, he finally raised his head and squinted at Nelson.

"Maybe you will have the opportunity to communicate with me to discuss this aspect in the future, but today, I personally want to see your creativity and your precision in the details." The old man shook his head and wiped it in his pocket. After wiping it, he took out a silver cube, "I think, those who can send magical creations to the sky should have extraordinary imagination."

Nelson took the Rubik's Cube, jolted it in his palm, felt its uneven quality, and raised his eyebrows.

"You can show as much as you want."

The old man changed another tired foot. Upon seeing this, the invigilator of the Ministry of Magic was about to step forward with a chair in his hand, but he was stopped by a wave of his hand. He usually either lay down or sat. extravagance.

He didn't tell Nelson the content of the assessment, just like a test paper with no propositions or even subjects.

Nelson took the cube and took two steps back. He grabbed a random hand in the air. The water vapor gathered in his palm, forming a small handkerchief. He spread the handkerchief on the table and carefully placed the cube on the table. An empty desk.

Each face of this cube is regularly divided into nine pieces. It looks more like an educational toy that will appear many years later, a Rubik's Cube. Maybe the old man wants him to deform the Rubik's Cube, but the more he studies it. Transfiguration people, the more they will understand that this is an extremely difficult job.

The material of this "rubik's cube" is constantly changing. It is not a whole, but the sum of countless unstable individuals spliced ​​together. When someone rashly casts metamorphosis on it, it will be affected by its uncertain material. Interference, not to mention, is equivalent to deforming each part in the "rubik's cube" separately.

Nelson raised his hand, drew his wand from his pocket, and pressed the tip of the wand against the corner of the cube under the interested eyes of the old man.

The Manifestation Mantra was recited in his heart, and the inside of the cube was unobstructed. This work should be the favorite toy of the old man with excellent transfiguration ability. The materials of the creatures, in the next instant, they changed disorderly.

Nelson fell into contemplation. He was surprised to find that even if he communicated with Alexander, his proud computing prediction ability could not do anything about it. It's not because he can't gather enough information, but even though Alexander has speculated on various permutations and combinations in an instant, he still can't catch the tail of change.

It seems to have no trace at all, it is completely chaotic, like a person who has no logic at all or even a sane person splashing ink, no one can know where the next drop of ink will fall, which is almost devastating for a prophet the blow.

Looking at the deadlocked Nelson, a satisfied smile appeared on the old man's face, and he turned his attention to the Ministry of Magic official in the corner of the classroom, who fell into a deep sleep at some point.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. I have exam questions prescribed by the Ministry of Magic here." He reminded, but did not pull Nelson out of his contemplation, which made the old man's face even more calm, after confirming that Nelson was completely lost in thought , his hunched back straightened, his old bones whimpered, he breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the gesture just now made him tired enough, the old man narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, "It seems to be effective...for the prophets. If the future is unreliable or even unpredictable, he will fall into a panic that is more vulnerable than ordinary people unless—”

"Unless he can see the real future, sir."

Nelson's voice suddenly came to his side, and the old man raised his head in surprise. I don't know when, Nelson had appeared in front of him, his eyes widened, but Nelson's figure had disappeared, and the rest was still the one standing. Nelson, who was poking the "rubik's cube" with his wand in front of the desk, was thinking hard, as if the words just now were just hallucinations.

The old man rubbed his eyes. The afterimage in front of him seemed to remain on his retina, like a depressed mountain. When he opened his eyes again, Nelson had straightened up and twisted the Rubik's cube in both hands.

His movements became more and more proficient, and he was even able to let go of the hand holding the wand and quickly twist the Rubik's cube with one hand with his left hand. The silver metal reflected the lights in the classroom and looked like a star.

Nelson raised his right hand holding the wand. The old man felt that the surrounding air was becoming dry and irritable. He looked closely, and saw that the more and more condensed water was converging at the tip of Nelson's wand. They gathered together and gradually formed an abstraction. 's cube, even twisting in unison with the Rubik's Cube in Nelson's hands.

Soon, a layer of metal texture was attached to the surface of the cube formed by running water, and its appearance became more solid and clear, and gradually became exactly the same as the original Rubik's Cube in Nelson's hands.

The old man looked at Nelson's transformation, resisted the horror in his heart, and smiled, "I originally wanted to test your ability to control group transformations with complex materials, but you seem to have misunderstood what I mean... but it's still okay. Pretty, I can give you an O."

"Sir, I didn't play on my own," Nelson raised his head. The old man noticed that his face was much paler than before, and there was even a faint drip of sweat on his forehead. The movement of his left hand stopped, and the silver cube was lying quietly. There, at the same time, the deformation of the tip of the stick also stopped. He put the original cube back into the handkerchief, and placed the deformed replica on top of it. The metal collided with the silver chain in the sleeve, making a crisp sound like a wind chime. There was a sound, he wrapped the two cubes in a handkerchief, took them behind him, took them out after a while, and placed them in front of him, "You can guess which one is the fake one I deformed. ."

The old man walked down the podium quickly, even forgetting to hunched his back. He stood opposite Nelson, grasping two Rubik's cubes with both hands at the same time. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"The prototype is present." He tapped one of them with his wand, and even forgot to use the Silent Charm, he frowned and said sharply, "I order you to show your essence."

His brows quickly stretched out, but when he saw another Rubik's cube, he still checked it out of caution, but when he saw the exact same change as before, the shock on his face disappeared. Unable to hide, he raised his head abruptly, stared at Nelson, his palms moved between the two Rubik's Cubes, and finally landed on the head of the Rubik's Cube that was checked at the beginning.

"You may have guessed wrong." At the moment when the old man had no time to react, Nelson's palm brushed the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"Wow!"

The sound of water, feeling the cold touch from the palm of the hand, the old man lowered his head, and there was a pool of water stains under his feet.

"The deformation of the material is not as interesting as the deformation of the spell itself, don't you think?"

The water stain slowly lifted from the ground, condensed into the shape of a cube again, and began to twist rapidly, "Actually, you guessed it right, but I let it turn into water at a certain moment."

"how so…"

"Please tell Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson realized that this chaotic system was a trap for him, who was unpredictable in battle. Over the years, the only one who has seen this kind of future vision and survived is only Grindelwald alone, "I haven't really graduated yet, so there's no need to be so anxious."

"boom!"

The door of the classroom was slammed open, Dumbledore strode in, and the old man in front of Nelson slowly raised his head and slowly bowed his waist. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked at him curiously. Nelson: "Are you Williams?"

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