My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson, how do you think black magic should be defined?"

In front of the elevator door, this kind of question and answer has been going on for a long time.

"Magic used for the purpose of harm, black magic, is the violence of wizards."

"Then some magic spells, such as the Obstruction Curse, can also hurt wizards. Can it be defined as black magic?"

"When you were an intern in the Auror's office, how did the Aurors define black magic?"

"They have a book that is judged by how it manifests...like black or green beams, and gloomy feelings," Moody said, trying to recall the pamphlet's meager content. " All in all, magic similar to the Unforgivable Curse belongs to the category of black magic."

"So what is the Unforgivable Curse?" Nelson asked.

"Uh... Cruciatus, Death-Slaying Curse, and... Imperius Curse."

"Have you seen these spells?" Nelson demanded.

"No." Moody shook his head decisively.

"So you haven't seen them before. How can you tell if the black magic you've seen is similar to it?"

"I...I don't know." Moody was at a loss.

"These are all signs, Moody," Nelson suddenly stopped, and Moody, who was closely behind him, almost missed the brakes and hit him on the back, Nelson turned around and said with a smile, "For example, I said, There is a man, seventeen years old this year, a student of Gryffindor, superb in magic, eager to learn, firm-willed, with a heart of justice, and only drinks the drink he carries, who do you think I am talking about?"

"Er... Christian?"

"Haha," Nelson couldn't really connect Moody with the crazy retired Auror, and couldn't help reaching out, rubbing his messy hair, covering his face and smiling, "Assuming what I just said was Chris, but is it possible that this passage is referring to someone else?"

"other people?"

"If I want to refer to Chris, what's the best way? Is it a bunch of useless attributives?" Nelson shook his head and withdrew his hand, "No, by her name, but Chris also has a name, Laura Riddle, so is Christian referring to her? Even the name is one of the signs of affairs, but it is more intuitive and clear, if you really want to recognize something Something, let’s look at its essence.”

"Nature……"

"Moody, there is no research or substantive evidence that black magic can cause substantial damage to the health and magic of the user, but it is extremely harmful, so it is only used by wizards living in order. Stern boycott, do you know why?"

"Because it has an irreversible and cruel blow to those who are hurt by it," Moody's mood seemed to fluctuate suddenly, he clenched his fists, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, "Because of this, it is impossible to Forgiving."

"You're right in one respect, Moody," Nelson continued after hesitating for a moment, looking at Moody's pained expression, "on the other hand, it breeds from emotions and will affect your emotions, which is not what The profound truth of magic, but the simple and clear essence of the business of magic under the veneer of incomprehension."

Moody's face was filled with daze, something he had never heard in class at Hogwarts.

"It may be a little hard to understand," Nelson shrugged. "Let's put it another way, what are the advantages of black magic? Can you tell me?"

"Dark magic...how can it have advantages?" Moody was a little at a loss. "If you have to say it, it is powerful, right?"

"Yes, it's powerful, that's one of the advantages," Nelson nodded, "and the other thing is that it's easy to learn, even for an eleven-year-old who just picked up a wand, as long as he knows those simple spells. , is enough to use it, but if you want to use its power, you need stronger emotions to support it.”

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped at the floor of the Department of Mysteries again. It had been a while since the Ministry of Magic closed. There were many fewer people in the elevator, but there were still some sparse ones. Nelson nodded at the people in the elevator and took Mu Dee went up.

"Easy to...learn?"

In the process of going up the elevator, Moody kept mumbling these words, and seemed to be caught in further thinking, not even aware of it when Nelson took him out of the elevator and even out of the Ministry of Magic.

"Like this... I'll teach you a spell, Moody, maybe you'll use it in the future." The street where the Ministry of Magic is located is a bit remote. Nelson looked at the desolate street, rubbed his chin, and after thinking for a moment, in Moody snapped his fingers in front of him to wake him up, raised his wand and said, "Come, read to me."

Although Moody didn't know what medicine was sold in Nelson's gourd, he still raised his wand like he did.

"Soul—"

"Soul..."

"—Out of body!"

"...Out of body."

Looking at Moody's action, Nelson showed a mischievous smile, patted Moody's shoulder, and said, "Very good, simple?"

"It's not too difficult, what is this?" Moody commented causally. "In terms of spells alone, it's not even as contorted as a levitating spell."

"Very well, it's just an ordinary spell," Nelson nodded, raised his wand-holding hand, and pointed to the side of the road, where a spider that was laboriously weaving a web waved its legs, Shirdi left the half-woven web and flew towards him with claws and claws. Just as Moody wondered what Nelson was doing, a green light emerged from the tip of his staff, wrapping the spider hanging in the air. The curse was also spit out from his mouth, "Out of the body."

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Moody stared in astonishment as the spider danced a tap dance in the air as if drunk, and swayed towards him with a drunken fist. On his head, Moody's eyeballs got closer and closer as the spider got closer to the eyes, almost cross-eyed at the end, and he watched the spider take off his hat in front of him, then waved two A sturdy and sharp claws stabbed at his eyes suddenly!

Moody shrank back to avoid the spider's attack, but Nelson's laughter could be heard in his ears.

"Don't worry, Moody, it won't stab you," Nelson said softly. "Do you know what this spell is?"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Yes, as you think, Moody," Nelson waited until Moody opened his eyes and took a deep look at him before continuing, "Out of Body, this spell is in the Auror Office Reference Manual. One of the Unforgivable Curses - Imperius Curse."

"This...is this the Unforgivable Curse?" Moody raised his trembling hands and stared at them, just now, unknowingly, he was coaxed by Nelson and learned that he hated, hated, It was also the most unforgettable black magic - Imperius Curse. Tears welled up in his eyes. He widened his red eyes and stared at Nelson, "You... you actually lied to me to learn-"

"No, you didn't learn," Nelson frowned slightly, just a look and expression, but the young Moody was silent as if he was under the Imperius Curse. Nelson looked at his performance and shook with some dissatisfaction. Shaking his head, he said slowly, "Did you think you learned it? Come, raise your wand, and use the spell you just learned at the spider."

Moody's hand was raised uncontrollably. He knew that he had not been influenced or manipulated by Nelson, but he did so. For this senior, who was known as a hero and a genius, he practiced in the Law Enforcement Department. The Moody feared him more than anyone who didn't know the inside story, even knowing that Nelson wasn't a dark wizard, but it made his awe even more.

He raised his trembling arm, squeezed his wand, and struggled to reach the spider.

"Standard movements, steady breath, and... coherent spells, these are the words Professor Sykes taught you in your first lesson in life," Nelson's lazy voice drifted aside. The shocked Moody gritted his teeth and suppressed the trembling of his fingers, but heard Nelson continue, "After chatting with Mr. Boggart, I specifically checked your file, Moody, you were born with Aurors. The office put the name on the roster, your Auror father and Auror mother fell in the spectacle of the Saints using the Imperius Curse, they killed each other in front of your eyes, and recovered at the last moment of their lives With reason, they are heroes of the Ministry of Magic, as their son, are you still so afraid of the Imperius Curse?!"

Nelson's voice was getting louder and louder. At the last word, it had reached the point of deafening. He performed the sound-isolating magic of closing earplugs with his hands behind his back, and looked at Moody with provocative and encouraging eyes. Moody's tears were no longer suppressed. Unceasingly, gushing out from his eyes, his hand pointed at the spider firmly, as if pointing at Nelson, and shouted loudly, "Out of body!"

"Pfft."

A short green light passed, nothing happened.

"It's like a fart."

Nelson walked over to the web and put the hapless spider back. As compensation, he helped it weave the other half of the web with a shapeshifting spell. He also hung a chili on the web as a seasoning for his dinner. He turned around. , looked at Moody, raised the corners of his mouth, "Do you think you can?"

"..." Moody's eyes widened, looking at the wand in his hand, trying to throw it to the ground.

"Do you think you have successfully used black magic?"

"I……"

"Do you think you are a dark wizard now?"

"I……"

"I don't think you are," Nelson shook his head, approached Moody's expression of resistance, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm not a good educator, not long ago I tried to teach my sister the way It was in front of her that she caught her fleeing tutor and made her accept legal punishment. Unfortunately, I failed in the end, and she played herself to death, which also made me and that person's mutual friend scold. It took me three hours, and my sister lay in bed for a week, and I can only tell you what you want to know in this intuitive and crude way."

"Is that Christian?"

"Why do you seem to be feeling better all of a sudden?" Nelson glanced suspiciously at Moody and shook his head, "The use of the Imperius Curse, there is a point that seems to be unimportant, but in fact nothing else matters— - strong emotions."

"Strong...emotions?"

"Any magical stimulation requires emotion, such as the levitation spell, which requires a strong idea of ​​​​you want to make an object float, black magic is no exception, and the Imperius requires you to have a strong control of others, to play with others, to rob him of everything he has. Compared with the hatred of the Crusader and the rage of the Death Curse, the emotion that the Imperius Curse needs more is greed, without greed, it will be like what you just did - like a fart."

"Greed..."

"But when you're greedy enough, everything else doesn't matter," Nelson turned to the wall again, looked at the shivering spider, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Brother Spider, I just forgot about this, hope You can be a Spider-Man in your next life."

Having said that, he raised his arms high and performed a bizarre martial arts movement like the bright wings of a white crane. A pink light shot from the tip of the staff and hit the terrified spider, "Hakuna Matata!"

The next second, the spider showed incredible artistic talent, weaving a "Mona Lisa" on the spider web until Nelson touched the spell.

"Does it matter?" He turned around, looked at Moody and said, "It doesn't matter at all."

Moody never imagined that Nelson was a wizard who knew the dark magic at his fingertips. He was so shocked that he was speechless.

"Magic is born from emotions, and emotions give birth to magic with different expressions. The reason why black magic is terrifying is that it only needs the assistance of evil thoughts, it can easily accomplish things that were originally unimaginable - deprive life, plunder wealth, Harvest Scream," Nelson said solemnly, walking up to Moody and looking down at him, "but something so easy to get must make the weak-willed indulge in the thrill of being in control of others, and they'll fall one by one. , until becoming a slave to black magic... To be precise, becoming a slave to one's own evil thoughts, unfortunately, most people in the world are such unstable people."

"Will..."

"The criterion for judging black magic is not a simple green light or a killing ending. Some people can kill with their fists, but Aurors even use black magic when facing powerful opponents. You can say that killing with fists Humans are good people, and Aurors are dark wizards?"

"No." Moody shook his head. Although this was contrary to his perception, the logic seemed to be correct.

"I know black magic. Many senior wizards know black magic. Professor Dumbledore can also use black magic. Are we dark wizards?"

"No... no."

"Your standard should be sin, not means," Nelson said earnestly. "The reason why the Aurors want to arrest dark wizards and the Ministry of Magic to ban dark magic is because it can quickly degenerate people and become a speculator. The first time a man uses his first black magic, he inevitably slips into the abyss of the dark wizard."

"So black magic still needs to be fought, right?" Moody asked eagerly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. "Even if you have to fight black magic with black magic sometimes."

"Yes, violence is not desirable, but sometimes, we have to use violence to resist violence." Nelson nodded, "After this lesson, if you are willing to follow me this holiday, come directly tomorrow. Find me in my office~www.readwn.com~ You will have a chance to see what a real dark wizard looks like. If you don't want to, I can inform the Law Enforcement Division. Of course, you can also report to the Ministry of Magic Report me for using black magic and I won't stop you."

Having said that, Nelson turned around and left in the evening wind.

Just as he opened the door of Nicklaus's house, heavy breathing and footsteps came from behind, Nelson turned his head, and Moody chased after a bag with a bag.

"I...I just went...to buy Christian a gift for a visit," he gasped, leaning on his knees. "Can I go straight to the Department of Mysteries tomorrow? I... believe, I believe You are strong-willed."

"Of course," Nelson shrugged and pushed open the garden door, "please come in and be careful not to step on my gardeners."

Moody followed a little embarrassedly, treading carefully in Nelson's path, avoiding the gardeners he couldn't see.

"By the way," Nelson said casually, turning his back to Moody, who was rubbing the soles of his shoes on the doormat, hanging his hat and coat on the coat rack, "the person I just said was actually you."

"what?"

"Strong-minded and righteous." Nelson strode across the living room, igniting the embers of the fire with a wave of his hand, and his voice came from the kitchen, "I'm sure you'll practice this quality. until the moment you die."

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