My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"When I was young, I watched my beloved father torture my mother with endless snubs and isolation, and he blamed it all on his self-confessed world-changing research, I don't understand, when you understand magic The essence of magic, when you learn the true meaning of magic, will your family, your life, really become happier?"

Professor Sykes' eyes moved slowly to the flower in the corner of the dresser. It was a flower that Nelson could not name, and he had seen it in many places--slender branches, celery or Coriander-like branches and leaves, as well as five-petal purple flowers - it is so ordinary that Nelson has no curiosity to explore its name, only knowing that the buds of this flower will be playful when pinched, but this is from ordinary to Unusual flowers were planted by Professor Sykes in precious celadon pots, and not even a single weed could be seen in the clean soil.

"I feel like this flower is like me. It can be seen everywhere on the roadside, but it's wrapped in a gorgeous shell that doesn't belong to it. It makes people look bright and beautiful, but when the pot is broken, I have nothing left," Sykes The professor fondled the delicate petals with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and with a ruthless heart, he slammed the flower down with a section of the stem, and awkwardly inserted it into the hole on the earlobe with unskilled movements, "I asked. Regarding the question of my father, he said that my vision is too low, and the daughter of the Sykes family should look farther and higher, instead of enjoying the rest of her ancestors in a house that he has long been dissatisfied with, He said that his research **** all else, and even asked me, if it required sacrifice in pursuit of magical truth, would I be willing to give it?"

"Then you...will you?"

Nelson leaned against the door frame, nodded and stood behind Professor Sikes, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, and asked the exact same question as Dr. Sikes.

"I actually envy that girl, the girl who hangs out with you all the time, the girl next to you every time I catch you sneaking up in Ravenclaw Towers, the girl in the Triwizard Tournament The girl who danced with you at the ball," Professor Sykes didn't answer Nelson's question immediately. She tilted her head and began to put another flower through the hole in the other ear, talking about the recent past. The flowers she mentioned, "She is obviously so ordinary, but at that dance, she was wearing a skirt that was the same as flames and petals, and her eyes were full of youthful, full of melancholy and sorrow, but she was full of vitality. Like the Kapok I've seen, have you seen it? I'm really envious, a person can live so carefree, worry about the girl's mind and daily schoolwork, and seize the opportunity without any scruples burn yourself."

"She's my student, a Ravenclaw student, but I can't live like her as a dean, as a professor," Professor Sykes said lightly. "You know what? I'm jealous of her. Crazy jealous, I don't understand, why a Muggle-born girl can live so unscrupulously? Why does danger and pain stay away from her, why someone who clearly doesn't love her will go to great lengths to protect her, why someone who clearly deserves to die How can someone so foolishly live under the watchful eyes of the esteemed Professor Melissa Sykes, and recklessly use her stupidity to hurt me again and again!"

She turned her head sharply, her red eyes like a dying lamb, and like a crazy devil, she stared at Nelson's fighting position, but Nelson was no longer there.

"What symbolism, why do I have to suffer so much? Why are you nosy people watching me fall into the abyss but not willing to lend a helping hand? Why do you dare to 'represent yourself' in a high place Interrogate me? Am I some sort of little character for you? You're as hypocritical as Albus Dumbledore!"

There was nothing but empty silence in response to her, and anger on the verge of eruption.

"You see? That stinking train full of idiots wasn't the route Shafik revealed, though he did, but an old man behind bars, not relying on Hogwarts students, he did How could the idiots know how the ever-changing Hogwarts Express goes? Why do they know you care so much about that girl? Why do they know you don't allow anyone to insult your friend? The bait that lured you?"

The air in the hut became cold, and Professor Sykes' teeth even began to fight uncontrollably, and she roared emotionally: "I just want to prove that all feelings are hypocritical, why are you for an irrelevant Garbage even willing to give up enough time for you to master everything? Why? Why? Why!"

"You've crossed the line, Sykes...Professor."

Nelson's figure appeared in the mirror. He was standing diagonally behind Professor Sykes, in the blind spot of her vision, with his wand firmly against the back of her head, "You don't deserve this title."

"I didn't want this title for a long time. Every time I was called a professor, it made me breathless." Professor Sykes let out all the emotions that had been in his heart for a long time. Her eyes were red and she kept panting. She was rude, although Nelson's wand pressed the back of her head, she still turned her head to look in the mirror indifferently, and continued to organize her makeup, "Go on about my father, he asked me a question at that time, I gave him a positive answer, I admired him like that and loved him like that, but he just took me for a joke and said to me: 'What a good boy, your mother and sister would think the same'."

The magic condensed at the tip of Nelson's wand, and he listened quietly to Professor Sykes' last words on earth.

"I don't care what my stupid sister and my cowardly mother think, I only care what my father thinks of me, but he doesn't see me at all," Professor Sykes said quietly, before bursting with excitement The tears made her makeup look like Shura in hell, and the smile hung on her face, which made her look even more hideous and distorted. Her tone was full of love, but it made Nelson shudder, "I am obviously the most serious. The one who learned the family animal-taming magic is obviously the smartest, most beautiful, and most proud of his father, but he can't see me at all, I think, if my mother is gone, he should look at me more."

"..."

Nelson's mouth twitched. He didn't understand why he would be so perverted every time he heard the enemy's last words. Could it be that happy life is different, and unfortunate people are different in their own way?

"You don't think I killed my mother, do you? How is that possible? I love her, but she couldn't stand her father's indifference to her and left this world with hatred," Professor Sykes said while thrushing for himself, just Nelson didn't know how whitewashed her words were, "What I didn't expect was that after my mother died, my father suddenly realized that he loved her, haha, he started to catch passing Muggles and mother's relatives, and made A wild and audacious decision - his determination to resurrect my mother."

"I know this part."

"No, you don't know, I think men are so hypocritical... No, all people are so hypocritical, people who are alive don't cherish them well, wait until they die and then save her from the kingdom of death? It's ridiculous. , I watched my father become stiff and stupid day by day, I saw him put all kinds of people's heads on other people's bodies like crazy, I had to hand him a knife, he even wanted to Jokunda has become a container for his mother! In the future, the mother who will rub his ears and be in love with him will be my sister who is not yet taller than a table! Hahaha..."

Although there have been such speculations before, and they are inseparable, but from Professor Sykes's mouth, Nelson is finally conclusive, and outrageous people really have their own perversions.

"They're all so hypocritical, aren't they?" Professor Sykes smiled, his brows resembling that of Dr. Sykes, whom Nelson had met but met many times, "I can't bear to fall like my father, His magic can make him the greatest father, and he is clearly on the right track, so why delay himself because of a little entanglement?"

"So you reported Dr. Sykes' experiment?"

"I thought they would admire my father who was trying to find the essence of magic, but I didn't think they were just a bunch of jealous villains."

"Even if you're right, what's the difference between you and them?" Nelson sneered, and the scorching electric light around the tip of the staff scorched Professor Sykes' hair into curls, "So, you killed yourself. Dr. Sykes, your beloved biological father .

"I didn't, it was their jealousy that killed him!"

Professor Sykes retorted sharply. There was a "bang" outside the house. Nelson looked towards the door. Christian, who fell down because of the shock in his heart, was covering his mouth and struggling to get up with the door frame. Nelson's eyes were on the door. Back and forth between the two, some understand why Christian is so close to Professor Sykes.

"Your jealousy succeeded in killing Dr. Sykes, but it doesn't seem to be enough to kill Miss Myrtle Warren, and envy has made you unrecognizable, Sykes, do you think those merciful people, good people, Nosy people, why should you mind your own business?"

Nelson stretched out his gloved left hand, pinched Professor Sykes' chin, and the wand slid across the makeup on her face. She didn't seem to give up hope of life. These intricate lines contained unique magic, but The moment they touched Nelson's wand, they disintegrated as quickly as the snow facing the rising sun, the magic light splashed out in front of her eyes, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she didn't understand why her careful arrangement would This simply fails.

"This is the highest achievement of Dr. Sykes. He is not as useless as you think." The delicate makeup slowly peeled off, and even Nelson's young and surviving face was the effect of **** makeup when she saw her. As these lines dissipated together, revealing an ugly, aged face below, "But he doesn't seem to teach it to you, Melissa Sykes, isn't it your own pain, Melissa Sykes? Did you choose? If you take good care of your mother and persuade your father seriously, your family may really become great and noble. If you choose not to covet the glory and wealth that Venom brings to you, you will not be reduced to any role. If you don't kill your students because of jealousy, your disgusting allies won't be arrested and imprisoned, and you won't be left helpless."

"I--"

"Shh... listen to me," Nelson smiled to help Professor Sykes shut his mouth, "I'm here with respect for the professor, but at the moment it doesn't seem like you need it, if you don't put the Paws out to Chris, I don't even care if you're running or crawling, if you don't put your disgusting jealousy on Myrtle, I'll even give you a chance to reform..."

"But no ifs!"

Professor Sykes broke free from Nelson's restraint, screaming hoarsely, she felt the magic gap between herself and the young man, and the plan was only the last hope of a desperate fight, and she was still unwilling to give up her ugly. life, and she was unwilling to give up her ridiculous, shirking insistence.

"That's right, Sykes, there's no if," Nelson smiled, raising his wand to her temple. "There's no if, and there's no chance for you to change it."

"None of you are willing to help me! No one is willing to help me!" Her hair was disheveled and her face was hideous, and she couldn't see half of what the beautiful professor once looked like, with her teeth and claws like an old witch in a fairy tale, "Jokunda When we were leaving, I met you once. I knew that Albus was not him at that time. I asked the impostor if he would take me away. Everything I had was his! But you were all targeting me. , you are persecuting me!"

"With all due respect, ma'am," Nelson whispered, "you may not be as attractive to him as a **** goat."

"what?"

"Of all the people I sent away, even if they didn't make up in advance, you're probably the most disgraceful person to walk away."

"You can't kill me!" shouted Professor Sykes. "You dare not kill me!"

"Oh? Why?" The smile on Nelson's face disappeared. "You really don't want to be decent?"

"That girl! Yes, Christian Jewell! That Muggle-born burrower," she pointed at Christian with a thin finger, and all the calmness and grace she had pretended to be lost, and she began to panic. Not choosing to say anything, "She is connected to my life, not only can you not kill me, you have to protect me! Yes, to meet my needs, I need..."

Nelson ignored her babbling nonsense and turned his head to look at Christian, who was pale.

"I know, it's hard to accept."

She was holding her wand, staggering and firm, and looking at her wand-holding hand, Professor Sykes yelled, "You told me the Hogwarts route~www.readwn.com~It was you who promised me to help I fulfilled my wish. You said you wanted me to correct your brother's mistakes. You chose to approach me. You have done so many wrongs, and you still want to be alone? You little liar, Ravenclaw shouldn't Recruit someone like you who was born a liar!"

The word "liar" deeply pierced Christian's heart, her already pale face turned blue, her eyes darkened, and she almost fell to the ground.

Nelson didn't help her, just watched her stand up encouragingly.

"Neither Tom nor I expect to see you grow into a strong person, because being strong always comes with suffering," Nelson said softly, "but I want you to be a sober person."

"I……"

"You don't have to grow up suddenly, it's too scary, I'm afraid you will become as old as she is," Nelson winked at her and said with a smile, "Leave the rest to me, someone can help me deliver Is she going out?"

As soon as Nelson finished speaking, Lorien's Familiars, who were just hoeing, rushed in, one of them knocked Christian down with a sweeping leg, and carried her away in her exclamation. .

"boom!"

With the heavy slam of the door, Nelson looked at the disheveled Professor Sykes in the mirror.

"Why hasn't this mirror locked me in yet? The Rune will run out of electricity if it goes on." He blinked, and strangely-shaped magical creatures that looked like stitches suddenly appeared around him in the mirror. , they were drooling at him, Nelson raised his wand, and the green poison that spread to his nose and mouth quickly melted, "It may be hard for you to be defeated by your own father's magic. matter."

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