My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Good to die."

The next day, Tom, who had only spent twenty-four hours getting used to his way of life, didn't even show up in the morning. Nelson prepared himself a little, put on his normal clothes, and left the house.

This time he didn't even leave the meal, he just put a hand-painted map of London on the coffee table, which was drawn by Alexander from the air last night. It was more accurate than any circulating map. Those restaurants with good reviews were A red dot was marked, and a reasonable foraging route was planned for Tom.

...

"Mr. Boggart, good morning," Nelson saw the little Boggart again in the elevator. He shrugged his neck as if he was afraid Nelson would pick him up. Nelson took out a cowhide sack from his pocket. Handed it to him, "A gift for you, do you want to guess what it is?"

"The Prophecy Ball?"

If they weren't in an enclosed space like an elevator at the moment, Mr. Boggart would have fled immediately, and his overreaction made Nelson smile: "How could that be? Mr. Boggart, there's a piece of ice in here. , enough to help you through this summer, it's too hot recently, even if we work underground, we can't resist the sweltering heat."

"Thank you... thank you." Mr. Boggart took Nelson's gift and held it in his arms. The cold touch made him feel better after sweating. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, " I haven't prepared any greetings for you yet, this is really..."

"It's nothing, Mr. Boggart," Nelson blinked. "It's a thank you for helping me out so much yesterday."

"I'm just taking you—" Boggart said, scratching his head, "I haven't had time to thank you for saving my child."

"Is he also in seventh grade?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "I don't remember a classmate with the same last name as you on the Hogwarts Express."

"You may have forgotten that I said it last time we met," Boggart said with a smile. "He was a young man when the Muggles attacked Hogwarts."

"Oh~ If you really want to thank me, let me go to the Hall of Prophecy and see?" Nelson asked curiously, "Will it make you embarrassed? I mean, is there anything that needs to be kept secret? Category……"

"If it's you, it shouldn't be a problem. After all, you are my superior," Bogut thought for a moment, then raised his head, "The Hall of Prophecy is not a place with a high level of secrecy in the strict sense. What's more, it's not all valuable."

...

The Hall of Prophecy is much taller than expected, and the distance from floor to ceiling far exceeds the standard floor height of each floor of the Ministry of Magic, giving the illusion of looking up at the sky in a cloudy night, which is different from the dark night sky. Different, this "sky" is dotted with stars - a crystal ball surging with silvery white mist leaning on old or new cushions, neatly placed around and soaring to the ceiling of wooden shelves.

Nelson stood at the door of the Hall of Prophecy. Mr. Boggart's small desk looked like a miniature model that children used to play with dolls. The shelves are densely covered with virgin forests, and the loneliness is unimaginable. No wonder the Department of Mysteries is a place that everyone keeps away from.

Nelson walked through the dazzling prophecy spheres. At first, he found it interesting. The further back he went, the more boring his vision became. He was even dazzled by the dazzling lights. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Usually How often do you stock up here?"

"Stock?" Boggart's puzzled voice came from the door.

"It's the delivery of new prophecies," Nelson explained. "How often new prophecies are sent."

"Oh, you say that, it's possible at any time," said Mr. Boggart. "In the earliest days, there were only a few bookshelves that were not full, and that was before the Ministry of Magic was born, because many wizards would After some major events happened, they jumped out and pretended to pretend that they had predicted the occurrence of this event a long time ago. These charlatans deceived some superstitious guys. In order to prevent this from happening again, there were a group of highly respected people The sorcerers built a prophecy library in Glastonburg, the so-called Avalon, to store the prophecies divination by some self-proclaimed prophets."

"Library?" Nelson's hand slid across the side of the bookshelf, the original texture of the trees and the nicks left by time on the furniture vividly on his fingertips, "Books?"

"That's right," Mr. Boggart's voice moved further and further away from Nelson as he went deeper, "every self-proclaimed prophet would have a book of prophecy in those days, to record their day-to-day inspirations. There are very few prophecies that can be fulfilled, so I don’t know who made the bad start. He stored the prophecies one by one in the crystal ball. If it came true, he would show it to prove himself. Fulfill it, and don't worry about ruining your reputation in the same book."

"Tsk, that's so smart." Nelson sighed, his eyes swept across the crystal ball in front of him. The crystal ball that looked not very round was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the silver mist circulating inside also turned gray. Pupu, the mahogany base is engraved with an unrecognizable Latin name and year - in 1664, he poked the prophecy ball with his wand, and the silver mist inside the crystal ball flashed excitedly, and it also It's been a long time since I saw the visiting guests. The will to tell my story is firm. This group of extremely weak magic is still lingering after nearly three hundred years. Nelson raised his head and asked, "These are beyond the time limit. How to deal with the prophecy ball?"

"It can only be put there, Mr. Williams," Boggart's voice came erratically from afar. Before he knew it, Nelson had gone a long way, but the Hall of Prophecy still seemed to have no head in sight. The magic of the galaxy converges into the galaxy, leading to a more emptiness. "The prophecy ball has been cast with strong protective magic, and only the person who is mentioned by it or the prophet himself can pick it up. Those hundreds of years you have seen In the previous prophecy balls, not only did their prophecies not come true, but even the relevant people and creators have already died. No one can remove them from that position. This kind of worthless prophecy can only rot there and occupy more and more. A cramped space."

"It's cruel..."

Nelson stretched out his hand and wiped the prophecy ball in front of him. The pitted surface brought a texture different from that of ordinary crystal balls. Perhaps in 1664, a wizard who thought he had captured the future recorded his ravings in his sleep. Down, but the vicissitudes of life, not to mention verifying the authenticity of this prophecy, even this voice was sealed in this rough crystal ball, waiting for an endless future in a dark cage.

The light in the crystal ball became more exuberant, and Nelson could feel the urgency of its desire to express it, but even if his wrist was harder, the prophecy ball seemed to be growing on a wooden frame, unable to move at all, perhaps just like Borg Special said that the prophecy three hundred years ago, the beating and exciting magic, may never be heard by anyone.

"There are even people who use prophecy as a blessing activity," Nelson could hear the resentment in Boggart's tone even from a distance, "I receive dozens of these prophecy **** every year, especially in While Hogwarts students were graduating, people were always polluting my office with mentally retarded prophecies that 'So-and-so would go to work at the Ministry of Magic'."

"You have worked hard."

"But compared to these rubbish, what I fear most is the kind of true prophecy," Boggart's voice drifted faintly, "to tell you the truth, Mr. Williams, I have been here for ten years, Before the establishment of the Department of Mysteries, I was the administrator of the Prophecy Hall, which was called the Prophecy Hall at the time. Over the years, the real prophecies I have heard are less than the number of real prophecies I have heard, let alone your kind of...heavyweight. ."

"I was joking," Nelson snorted. "Why don't you tell me where it is? I'll smash it, lest after hundreds of years, people will be confused about what the **** I said at the time."

"That's even worse, Mr. Williams, as you must have known. It was a true prophecy."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, sucking his stomach and turning around among the tightly-packed wooden shelves, but this simple action was a little too difficult in such a small environment. The moment he turned around, he felt his elbows. Seems to hit something, "You said yes, that's it."

He turned his head and looked behind him, and his expression instantly became surprised - the crystal ball that was firmly "long" on the shelf was slammed by his elbow and swayed from side to side, which seemed to be a spell to protect the prophecy After too long to dissipate, he exclaimed and stretched out his hand to scout the prophecy, but just a second before catching the prophecy, Nelson hesitated, he didn't want this little crystal ball to be there again Three hundred years of waiting on the shelf.

The next second, the prophecy ball slipped from the fingertips and fell heavily to the ground.

This ancient crystal has long lost its tenacity and became as crisp as a pancake. It didn't even rebound upward. When it fell to the ground, it burst into a fine glass ballast with a "bang". Son, the silver mist slowly rose from the slag, and a young female voice with an ancient and clumsy voice whispered in Nelson's ear.

But the magic power of this group of prophecies is too weak. Her voice is not only soft, but also intermittent. It was covered by the footsteps of Mr. Boggart rushing, and she couldn't hear what she was saying for a while.

Nelson saw Mr. Boggart's exposed shoes on the back of the bookshelf not far away. With his short stature, he was like a duck in water in such a tight maze and ran very fast. The moment he saw the leather shoes appear, Nelson stretched out his wand, With a flick of a finger, Mr. Boggart's body suddenly flew up lightly. He lost his balance and waved his arms like a landlubber being shoved into the water. The noisy footsteps disappeared immediately, and Nelson finally heard this clearly. The last word of the prophecy.

"He'll be with me forever."

Nelson shook his head, put Mr. Boggart down, and said in the questioning eyes of Boggart: "There are glass ballasts under your feet, Mr. Boggart, this crystal ball seems to be too old, The magic is somewhat ineffective."

"Oh... oh oh," Mr. Boggart's eyes quickly turned into gratitude, and he glanced at the glass ballast lying on the ground under his feet. He was wearing soft-soled leather shoes today. If he really came over, I am afraid that he will soon go to St. Mungo to listen to Alphard's bragging. He glanced at the number on the shelf, nodded reassuringly, and said, "It doesn't matter, the Hall of Prophecy has just moved here, and it is normal for some failures to occur. , it's good not to destroy those important prophecies, by the way, Mr. Williams, have you just heard the content of the prophecy?"

"I can't hear you clearly," Nelson shook his head. "I don't know if it's a comedy or a tragedy."

"A story like this is usually a tragedy." Boggart stopped Nelson, who wanted to sweep up the debris, and said, "Leave these things to me, you can continue to go inside, this thing is broken. You have to register, I'm afraid you don't understand."

"Can you leave these scraps for me?"

"If you like it, of course," Bogot nodded, "but, what do you want this garbage for?"

He didn't wait for Nelson's answer, the sharp bell from the door interrupted the conversation between the two, Boggart put the collected scraps in a bag and stuffed it to Nelson, and trotted towards the door, "You Look, when it comes to the devil, it's coming."

"Ok?"

"Stock, it's just when the Hogwarts students graduate, and some parents are bringing their kids looking for jobs to pray." Boggart disappeared quickly, "You walk around, I'll deal with them. ."

Nelson shrugged and showed a helpless smile. He put away the bag with the glass **** in his hand and walked deeper.

He couldn't figure out what the order of the prophecy **** in the Hall of Prediction was. One second he saw one from 800 years ago, and the next second he saw one from last March. He quickly gave up on this. Useless analysis~www.readwn.com~ until I was attracted by a round and bright crystal ball.

Nelson Wilttening Williams, 1945.

The surrounding shelves are much sparser than the entrance. There are only a few on each floor, and they are far apart from each other. He walked straight towards the crystal ball, but the crystal ball was held by another hand before he approached.

"The Dark Lord will use his mind and unparalleled power to sweep the world and change everything, and the only love that can stand against him is his blood-connected lover, but his resistance fails, and the two parallel worlds will be destroyed by the hands of the Dark Lord squeeze together."

Nelson's joking voice echoed between the wooden frames. He raised his head and saw a face he hadn't seen in a long time.

He raised his wand and jumped back, pointing at the visitor's chest.

"Don't be nervous," Grindelwald put down the crystal ball in his hand, raised a piece of paper with a smile, put one hand on his stomach, his face was not good, but his smile was very warm, "I came in through the regular process. Yes, this is the signature of your Minister Nobby Ritchie."

"Grindelwald..."

"Long time no see, Nelson," Grindelwald shrugged, took out another crystal ball surrounded by silver mist from his pocket, and placed it next to the Nelson prophecy, "The prophet is not just your patent, I also have it. The prophecy ball is going to be placed here, do you want to hear it?"

Nelson shook his head silently.

"You are getting farther and farther away from the humorous you of the year, Zweig will be very disappointed," Grindelwald put the crystal ball in place, and engraved his name and time on it with his wand, "And think about it , in fact, I don't need a blood-connected lover to come forward, my proudest student has already made me bleed."

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