My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor Sykes, long time no see."

"Oh, Williams?"

In the flowerbed, a thin woman looked up from the lush flowers. Even with such hard outdoor work, Professor Sykes's skin was still fair, and the years did not seem to have left any marks on her face. The middle-aged woman still looks like a charming young woman, even in simple linen clothes, it is difficult to hide her outstanding appearance.

The sun cast mottled spots of light from the edge of the straw hat, leaving a Central American wizard-like pattern on her face, and this spot of light moved slowly as she raised her head, and it stayed on her neck. , like a scar on an owl's head, and it stayed on the tip of her nose, dividing her into a black and white painting, which was reflected with the sickle and wand she was holding in both hands, showing a pair of people who couldn't understand the central idea. scenery.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

She nodded with a smile, her eyes moved to Christian's body next to Nelson, and she blinked at the trembling girl. Although it was only a distant glance, Christian was really calmer, and she buckled tightly. The nails on Nelson's palm also slowly loosened.

"I didn't expect that we would meet at such a time and in such a place. Destiny is really interesting, isn't it?" She hung the sickle in her hand on a branch beside, wiped her wand on the apron, and said with a smile, "Time has changed...I'm no longer a professor at Hogwarts."

"And I'm no longer a student at Hogwarts." Nelson nodded. "A lot of things will change over time, but some things have already lost their qualifications to change."

"Are you here to ask for guilt?" Professor Sykes didn't care about the sarcasm in Nelson's tone and the thorns hidden in the text. She waved her wand and carefully washed her hands with a water spell - every Fingers, gaps, and stains hidden in every fingernail, she took out a delicate silk handkerchief and wiped her wand over and over again, even as Nelson stood in the sun. Below her head, she didn't say anything to interrupt her, she was like the last aristocrat of a dynasty sitting on the right seat for the last time on the last day when the building collapsed, "I thought you would at least tell the story. Recalling the old days, you are not Albus, you should not be such a man who does not understand the style."

"What kind of man understands style?" Nelson took off his hat, nodded slightly at Professor Sykes, and put the hat back on again, "Do you mean the kind of man who is used to forgiving on behalf of others? That's true. It's gentlemanly, Professor Sykes, and I'd love to do it, but I'm probably not qualified to forgive you for those students who have been hurt by the silent, and I don't have enough wealth to compensate them for you."

"wealth?"

"I mean, it's none of my business," Nelson said. "I'm here for trouble, my own trouble, and other people's accounts for others."

"You are such a rude man."

After a long silence, Professor Sykes lowered his head and said in a voice only Nelson could hear: "Would you mind letting me dress up? I want to be decent, this is probably the last thing I can handle myself. "

Nelson let go of Christian's grip and shrugged noncommittally.

"You can stare, don't worry, I won't run, I have nowhere to go," Professor Sykes saw this, stood on tiptoe, hung his wand on the treetop, took two steps back, turned to walk towards came to a corner of the garden, "Come on, take Miss Jewell, I have one last spell to teach her."

Nelson pushed open the low wooden door in the middle of the fence and stepped in. Christian stood there looking at Nelson's back, clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment and then caught up with him.

Lorianne's flowerbed was as colorful as herself, with all kinds of flowers that Nelson had never seen before blooming at the same time. She seemed to remember the preferences and habits of her only friend. There was little green in the flowerbed. Nelson was not so uncomfortable. Where his footsteps passed, Familial pulled the stems and vines one by one, so that his footsteps did not hurt those fragile flowers at all.

At the end of his line of sight, Nelson saw the figure of Professor Sykes disappear into a log cabin. It was an extremely simple log cabin. Located in this remote location, it was almost like the farmers in the southern United States who placed black slaves. The barn made no difference, and when he was surprised that Professor Sykes lived in such a place, her voice rang in the log cabin.

"Miss Conallo is very enthusiastic. She not only arranged an alchemy magic circle that was different from a wizard and was enough to protect me for several years, but also packed a beautiful and warm house for me, but I always felt that I was not suitable to live there. , you should have dealt with my sister later, that room is too like a happy house, even though it is really comfortable and happy, but whenever I lie on the soft mattress, I can always think of my father in happiness The guilt and unease of what the house did, seized almost every moment of my sleep, and ceased to haunt my soul and life as a sinner."

Her voice was ethereal and helpless, as if she had come from the pasture behind the red pine forest more than ten years ago. Compared with the name "Happy House", it was more like an airtight prison. Everyone inside is detained, and to this day there is no dream to ask it.

"So I asked her to let me build a hut outside. After all, gardeners should live here, don't they?" Nelson's toes stepped on the threshold of the hut, and Professor Sykes' words stopped him in his footsteps. Christian almost bumped into his back, "Wait a minute, Williams, I'm changing."

Nelson turned his back and supported Christian, who had almost fallen, and waited for Professor Sykes to finish dressing. After she spoke again, Nelson lifted his leg and walked in, but this time Christian did not dare to follow. Come in.

It is a small house that can not be called warm. A hard bed with thin sheets is placed in the corner of the house. Perhaps it is because Professor Sykes is not skilled in building houses, and the room is not a regular square. This made the bed and the corner form an uncomfortable angle. The blue quilt was spread out flat on the bed, and there was a small coffee table at the head of the bed. Professor Sykes sat in front of the writing desk and dresser opposite the end of the bed. There was a half-written letter in front of her. She was neatly dressed in the gorgeous dress she had shown at the Triwizard Tournament ball. .

In front of her is a mirror almost the size of the wall, in which Nelson can easily see the whole house, including the expressionless self and the smiling Professor Sikes, the mirror makes the room look more It's big, but Nelson can't imagine how a person who is disturbed by dreams can sleep peacefully under such a mirror?

"Welcome to my home." Professor Sykes turned his head and held out his hand to Nelson. "I have a bottle of gold dust on my bedside table, can you pass it to me?"

After taking the vial handed by Nelson with the Floating Charm, she unscrewed the cap, got close to the mirror, dipped the golden powder inside with a face stick, and smeared it on her face: "I have lived in many places, the home of happiness. , Hogwarts' bedroom, Dean Ravenclaw's lounge... but they, without exception, are not as secure as this place makes me feel."

"Mirrors like this seem to be more detrimental to sleep," Nelson commented. "What about other places? Like a hotel on the run."

"No, this mirror makes me feel at ease," Professor Sykes said of her mirror, not responding to Nelson's question, "I'm used to sleeping without pajamas, and every time I wake up from a nightmare, I I can always see my frailty and ugliness in the first place, I have nothing to lose, and I have nothing to lose."

"People who are alone tend to want more, especially when she's had everything," Nelson said, leaning against the door frame, squinting, "I'm still curious about how you exposed Hogwarts to the third person. What is the intention of Second Salem? It is tantamount to suicide for them, and you will gain nothing, I hope you will not give me a ridiculous answer."

"What position are you asking me this question from?" Professor Sykes turned his head, half-painted makeup hanging on his face, golden powder smeared on the lid of his right eye, and a dull gleam in Nelson's eyes Light, like a perverse smile, with tears like crying, "Hogwarts? Ministry of Magic? Dumbledore? Or yourself?"

"Myself."

"I understand..." Professor Sykes turned his head, sighed, and continued to apply makeup, "You have to know that once you get contaminated with some things, you will fall into the quagmire, and those who are struggling often get deeper and deeper. , the Sykes family, apart from one trumped-up crime, is most commendable for our research on magical creatures, and you should understand that whether it's magic, alchemy, potions, or something else, inventions for the purpose of harm are always the most."

"Ok."

"When I was young, I was an orphan of the Sykes family, and as a lucky survivor, I smugly thought that whatever my father left behind would be the capital for me to rebuild the family, even if they were evil. I won't reveal the slightest bit of secrets to outsiders, and those people don't seem to have the idea of ​​robbing knowledge. I later realized that they just need a person to do these things," Professor Sykes sighed and continued, "When I understand When it was too late, I gained fortune, fame, and power to be promoted from the long-running sin business, and they supported me to become a professor at Hogwarts, because no one would think that a highly respected professor would be in their own hands. My office force was able to deploy enough venom to kill countless people, and I was driven like that, like a carriage without brakes, and I kept falling into the abyss."

"Isn't this your own choice?"

"Yes, you are rude, Williams, and don't expose a lady's sophistry so casually in the future."

Professor Sykes smiled and turned her head. The golden makeup shone on her face, like a dancer who was about to take the stage. The symmetrical and flying paisley pattern was not even moved from the fabric to her face. A sense of disobedience, her eyes lifted up, like a pair of wings that were about to fly away, and the vine-like lines were drawn along the eyelids to the temples and extended to the chin.

"It's me who is addicted to this feeling. I think I'm a smart person. I think of many ways to ask them to control. I think of power first. This is the shortcut that any wizard who is fragile in nature will think of. I Eyeing the Ravenclaw crown, I thought it and Rowena Ravenclaw's wisdom would give me the power to say no to everything, but unfortunately it doesn't recognize my wisdom."

"I've tried countless ways, trying to cut off the supply of critical venom, trying to contact newcomers with higher bids, trying to ask Albus for help, and even thinking about Grindelwald, the fiend who destroyed the order," Sykes The professor's voice became deeper and deeper, "But every time, I failed to overcome my desire."

"Professor Sykes," Nelson said, straightening his back, "there doesn't seem to be anything to worry about."

"Yes, this is my own choice, so I thought of Second Salem when I was at the end of the road, I thought that as long as they created chaos, I had a chance to get on the ground by eliminating the crisis, or get out quickly by fighting the chaos. ," Professor Sykes smiled, without the slightest bit of self-pity, "I chose the second one, because you solve the problem too fast, and they are too useless. Speaking of which, I am from Huo The only thing Gwarz took with me was the tea set, and in my plan, I was going to get rid of the shackles of British power and rebuild our family in America with Sykes' craftsmanship, but it's ridiculous that my Former allies quickly found someone to replace me, and the Second Salem, which I had high hopes for, turned out to be a toy of the Magical Congress of the United States, more like a clown than me."

"Your confession shocked me~www.readwn.com~Professor."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and surveyed Professor Sykes' neck.

"I really didn't expect you to find my place so quickly."

She twisted her neck slightly, and stretched her sore joints like most women who had finished a day's work. She stretched out her hand and tucked the strands of hair that hung down from her forehead behind her ears, revealing ears so thin that they were almost transparent. She has a nearly closed ear piercing, and compared to when she was a professor at Hogwarts a few years ago, she has lost a lot of clothes and appearance: "I thought this peaceful life would last forever. down."

"Do you like the quiet life? It doesn't look like it."

"I didn't like it before, but after staying for a long time in these days, I became more and more infatuated," Professor Sykes looked at Nelson in the mirror, glanced at the wand in his hand, and said seriously, "If I give it more Once I have a chance to choose, I will definitely be content to be calm, and I am also a little curious, how exactly did you find me."

"It must not be Miss Jewell," she asked herself. "There is no way she could reveal my whereabouts."

"By fate," Nelson said in a deep voice, "your mistake is also here, why would you reach out to an innocent person who might cause trouble?"

"Trouble? Do you think you are trouble?" Professor Sykes asked rhetorically. "Don't you think it will be an opportunity for me?"

"At least for you, yes."

"I'm so sorry," Professor Sykes opened the drawer and picked out the pitiful jewelry, "I just see her as very much like me, no matter what the outcome of today is, I hope you can forgive that girl later, I took advantage of her, but it wasn't her intention."

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