My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"That is…"

Nelson looked to the end of the sky, and the thick clouds were raging on the ground. They surrounded the Temple of Apollo, as if crowded together, roaring and wanting to tear everything in sight to pieces and bite the mutilated herd.

He took out a brass telescope from his pocket and looked at the sky through the gap between the pillars. The boundary between the clouds and the sky was like the border between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. With the temple as the center, it was a standard that could no longer be standard. on their heads.

The birds were reluctant to get close to the dark clouds. A group of **** who ventured into the clouds were swallowed by the flickering green light as soon as they touched the clouds. They lost their lives and fell to the ground.

Nelson recalled the appearance of Berlin before departure. It was very similar to the present, except that the dark clouds there were always difficult to form under people's resistance. The world more than 2,000 years ago and the era he lived in completely overlapped at this moment. The cloud was like a hideous grimace, revealing a terrifying intimidation.

In 1945, Haierbo had written himself into the magic system as originally planned. For two thousand years, he had kept the power of recovery from the black magic that people used again and again. His magic is impeccable, and as long as the black magic remains, he has inexhaustible power.

Compared with his black magic, mystery is his true invincibility. The history of more than 2,000 years ago is full of exaggerated and ignorant legends. The real history is hidden in those epics and exaggerated legends. No one knows him. In the past, no one knew his purpose, no one knew his strengths and weaknesses.

That's why Nelson came here across time, he had to find a way in history to really beat Haierbo.

"Have you made any predictions about Haierbo? Pitia."

Nelson looked behind the curtain and asked in a deep voice.

"I can not,"

Pitia lifted the curtain, gave Nelson a deep look with thoughtful eyes, and shook his head, "I can't predict his fate, you may not understand his power, he has my eyes Unbearable power, my prophecy is hard to see through his fate... And, since then, he has deliberately slaughtered everyone who claimed to be a prophet, maybe I'm the only prophet left on the peninsula."

"Since then?" Nelson keenly captured the important nodes in Pythia's words and asked, "Since what?"

"since…"

Pitia opened her mouth slightly, but her expression hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed her words back: "A lot of things happened between me and him, as you can see, this only city-state that has not fallen is only under my protection. Avoid being poisoned, but I can passively stay here, and fate has sent you, perhaps to defeat him."

"Since you are so powerful and you can't understand what Haierbo does, why don't you go to him to fight?" Tom asked rightly, his eyes were attracted by the gold foil that was half pasted on the wall, and he walked away with his feet disobedient. In the past, Nelson couldn't even hold him.

"Why do you think I'm very powerful?" Pitia asked back, "I'm just a priest at the mercy of others. He didn't set foot here because I told him that I wanted to live under the sun."

"Are you familiar with Haierbo?"

Tom asked curiously, stroking the gold-trimmed decorations in the temple.

"He and I are old acquaintances. At that time, he was still a slave in the southern city-state. Because he was born to talk to snakes, he was regarded as an art exhibition by the owner. Mana from poison, to prove it, he would often shut up Haierbo in a vat full of venomous snakes and roam the streets to sell his antidote, I also saw him at an exhibition...mine My father made a living by going out to sea fishing, and one day his owner came to my father and wanted to buy a batch of highly poisonous fish from the Aegean Sea from my father."

A look of memory appeared on Pitia's face, and thick smoke with the smell of sulphur was constantly wafting from the cracks beside her feet, and her eyes and tone were even more blurred in the smoke.

"Women and children are not allowed to go to sea. There is a tradition among boatmen and fishermen that the gods will let the sirens punish those who break the rules, but my father is from the mountains of the north, where war is more believed. God, he also stayed in the city-state where I lived my small life through war, so every time I went to sea, he would take me with him, secretly hide me in the cabin, and when there were no fishing boats around, he would let me out to play with the sea, Pitiya was stunned, waved his hand to disperse the thick fog that had covered his face, coughed lightly, and said, "Sorry, I'm off topic, Master Haierbo's order amount is tempting, and only a superb fisherman like my father dares to Dive into the bottom of the sea to catch those highly poisonous deep-sea fish. He quickly set off with me. He hid me in the cabin and lifted the anchor. Not long after we set out to sea, I saw Haier crawling out of a wooden barrel. Wave."

"An impressive encounter," Nelson took out a pen and paper to record quickly, "did he use magic to escape his master?"

"Yes, that wooden barrel was sent by his master. My father told him that if he wanted to trap poisonous fish in the deep sea, he must use a highly poisonous snake as bait," Pitia nodded, "Herpo knew He was going to be exhibited in the water with the poisonous fish, he couldn't talk to the fish, so he begged the snakes to help him escape, and later we learned that the ability to talk to the snake is an extremely rare magic ."

Tom squeezed a hissing sound from his teeth and asked, "Is that so?"

"Huh?" Pitia almost stood up in surprise when she heard Parseltongue, she clinging to the armrest and looking at Tom, scrutinizing his face carefully, she asked, "Are you... a descendant of him ?"

Tom shook his head.

"Yeah, you're not like him," Pitia didn't know what to see, avoided his eyes, hid himself behind the curtain again, and continued in a low voice, "Father is going to send the man's property back, but in the second One day, he was bitten by a venomous snake that escaped from a wooden barrel, and he challenged the laws of the sea again and again, and finally died at sea."

Pitia told this story lightly, as if her father's tragedy was a stranger's story. After saying this, she was silent for a long time, and Nelson and Tom couldn't see her expression through the curtain.

"Shouldn't you be the first to suspect that this snake was sent by Parseltongue Haier to kill your father?" Tom asked, "Why do you think this is the sea's revenge?"

"…"

Pitia still didn't speak. Nelson could feel the turbulent confusion and entanglement behind the curtain. He realized that Pitia was not ignorant of Parseltongue's ability, she just avoided the question, he patted Tom's The back of his hand signaled him to stop talking.

After a long time, she finally spoke, but the story skipped a few days later.

"I didn't realize it at the time... I just thought he was a boy who was lucky enough to survive the snakes," Pitiya said, with no emotion in his voice, "I don't know how to sail, he No, we can only stay in the boat and drift with the wind, day by day away from the shore, my father was thrown out of the boat in a wave, we survived day after day by eating bait and snakes in wooden barrels, I don't know how many days I've been floating at sea, every day is muddled, sometimes it's daytime when I open my eyes, sometimes it's night when I open my eyes, he has become the only person I can rely on, and for him...me too."

"Tsk, a touching love story," Tom whispered beside Nelson with a volume that only the two of them could hear. "This is the worst story I've heard in over ten years... no, over two thousand years."

"Actually, that's quite understandable," Nelson responded in an equally small voice. "What kind of culture can you expect ancient people to have? Or two children, her father was bitten to death by a snake, and she may have realized what it was. Whoever did it, but a little girl, the only support at sea is gone, surrounded by a poor murderer, the murderer of her father, someone who can protect her like her father, these elements are stacked together, empathy can be normal again However."

"You seem to be very experienced?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "I thought it was a love story, but it turned out to be a horror story... It's really twisted."

"One day, as usual, I was so hungry that I fell asleep. In a dream, I saw the boat stranded on a beach. It was an uninhabited island full of berries. And a creek," Pitia continued, not hearing Tom and Nelson's whispers, "but when I woke up, we were still on the boat, wrapped in waves, panicking, and I told him about myself The dream, we didn't realize at that time, I got the revelation of the oracle in the dream, the sea punished the father, but left us kindness."

"And then you both arrived on the island you saw in your dreams?"

"That's right," Pitia immediately responded, "In those days, I dreamed of that island every day, and I even remembered the route I took in the dream. The volcano of smoke, where a group of people just like us who do not belong to any city-state live there. That day I was washed up on the island in a drowsiness as usual, but he did not simply land on the island to explore the way as in the previous dream, Instead, he woke me up excitedly and told me we were really saved."

"Well, people like you..."

Nelson made a few more notes in the notebook.

"I can't tell whether I am in a dream or in reality. In fact, I have been at the boundary between dream and reality for all these years. Mine is more real than reality, full of oracles that I don't want to hear, There was a hint of pain in Pitia's voice, and the sound of air-conditioning came from behind the curtain, "I repeated the route I had experienced countless times in my dreams, crossing the beach, passing through the bushes, and following an all-too-familiar path. We walked up the active volcano... He was surprised, because I was like a local familiar guide, the thorns along the way made our feet bloody, and the pain told me that this was not a dream, although it was exactly the same as the dream, At the end of the journey of dreams and reality, we arrived at the small city-state built by people like us, who lived in isolation and were built by people like us. Only then did I know that he and I are both children of God who were left on the earth and possessed divine power... Of course , you call it magic."

"Hogwarts!"

Nelson and Tom looked at each other and called out the name of Hogwarts at the same time. The city-state on this small island is obviously a magic school just like Hogwarts.

"The people there are all kinds of strange. For the first time, I know that there is a vast land and a huge population in this world besides the peninsula. Whether it is snake language or prophecy, it is a divine power that mortals do not have. More than two hundred years ago, there was a The warriors on the mission to find the golden apples arrived here and established this city-state belonging to the exiled. Under the revelation of fate, more and more people with supernatural powers gathered here to study and try to control them together in ignorance. own strength."

"If you have a chance, can you take us there to see it?"

"I'm afraid not, it has disappeared under the eruption of the volcano... People have different opinions on the use of this power, and the methods used are different. Some people do not believe in gods, so let's call them magic power for the time being, and use magic power. The spell that creates or changes things is called magic." Pitia pulled back the curtain and walked out, "I noticed that you are using wands similar to Haierbo, casting spells with standard gestures and spells, it seems that our efforts It is not in vain, in the future, you should have formed a unified standard."

"That's right," Nelson nodded. "In the future, schools for witches and wizards will be established all over the world to teach magic, and wizards will live in their own order, of course—"

He stopped, spread out his hands, shrugged, and didn't speak any more.

"Of course this order will cease to exist, right?"

"Huh? Did you predict it?"

"No, you have almost the same eyes as him," Pitia sighed, and said, "you have the same challenge to the order and ambition to create a new order written in his eyes, and have enough to pay for it. The power of practice, are you also slaves in the future?"

"Huh?" Tom pointed to himself, looked at Nelson again, and laughed, "There were no slaves at that time."

"At least not in the written rules," Nelson added.

"That's it."

Pitiya nodded, and just as she was about to continue, the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees, and the three of them looked south at the same time, and a flock of corrupt crows was like a half cloud advancing from there to the direction of the temple. If you look closely, you will find that those crow-like things are actually a group of skinny monsters in tattered black robes!

The boundary of the perfect circle was broken. Nelson and Tom raised their wands at the same time. They looked at each other with vigilance in their eyes, but at the same time they had the power to fight against Haierbo, who had not yet stood above the black magic. confidence.

"You all change your clothes and hide in the city."

Pitia narrowed her eyes, hiding her panic, "I'll hold him back."

Nelson didn't understand why she trusted him so much, why she cooperated so much in the prisoner-like cross-examination just now, he asked urgently: "Do you have any plans? Do you know his weakness? What power do you have that you can use? ?"

"The oracle told me that I would wait for a traveler from the future."

"and then?!"

Nelson asked loudly, and the two of them were not idle either. The two spells, one black and one white, were entangled and rushed towards the approaching crows.

"Then...you will help me."

"and then?!"

Nelson raised his voice, he had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Pitia didn't speak.

A strange smile appeared on Tom's face. He grabbed Nelson who was stunned on the spot, and the figures of the two disappeared immediately. When they landed, he teased, "Then no more."

"Damn!" Nelson clenched his fists and slammed into the railing in front of him. A loud "bang" caught everyone's attention. Only then did he realize that he was standing on the stand of the amphitheater, "I thought we were here to copy The answer!"

"I didn't expect that we actually came to write the draft."

Tom's expression soon stinks.