My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor Binns, where are you?"

Mag squeezed her palm, which was numb from the cold, and the unique cold touch of her fingertips penetrating Professor Ghost's body disappeared. She opened her eyes and saw the churning white mist. Everything she could see was completely lost. Covered, the smell of oil and metal on the tip of her nose made her a little dazed.

Didn't you say you were going to be lost in the illusion? Why is there a real and unbelievable market smell here.

She remembered the platform nine and three-quarters of the school season every year. Compared with that time, there is only a lack of lively voices.

As this idea rose in his mind, Mag felt that the ground he was stepping on became hard and solid. He lowered his head. The floor tiles of the station outlined straight and staggered grid lines, exactly the same as the platform nine and three quarters. .

where is this?

With such doubts in mind, Mag took a step forward, but her movements caught the attention of the white fog, one pale hand stretched out from the fog and grabbed the living creature who made them drool. .

McGonagall's body was tightly clasped by one hand, she felt an irresistible force, those hands reaching out from all directions showed no mercy, and almost tore her to shreds, she had heard from Dumbledore Regarding Nelson's relationship with the Blurred Illusion, I only know that this is a pure white, forbidden place for the living, but I didn't expect that when I broke in, I was already wrapped in the maliciousness of the undead.

The whispers of the dead rang out in the hands of the white mist, densely packed, and the tide poured into Mag's ears. Her spirit was unable to resist the pull of death, and her consciousness gradually became slack as her body was dragged into the white mist. .

"Come here, Minerva!"

Professor Binns' voice sounded in her ears in time, Mag's dilated pupils suddenly condensed, and he waved his wand subconsciously, but found that her hands were empty, and she used strength to break free from the entanglement of her arms. , burying his head in the direction of Professor Binns' voice.

"I am here."

Mag lowered her head, not looking at the arms waving like a jungle, the white fog in front of her became thinner, and finally, she stepped on the boundless stone bricks and rushed to the area with a wide field of vision, which is not a new place. The platform is almost exactly the same as platform nine and three-quarters, but the traces left by time, the cracks in the floor tiles and the mud on the ground are all white, she almost contracted snow blindness, and she could see everything. In a trance.

She rushed out of the fog and ran towards the open platform, but a second before she was about to escape, a bunch of entangled hands wrapped her neck around her neck. , followed by a huge force dragging her fragile cervical spine, dragging the struggling witch into the fog when she came.

Mag's eyes widened, she saw more intense steam coming from the front, filling up the originally empty platform, despair rose in her heart, her mission has not been completed, is it over?

While struggling, Mag suddenly noticed the difference in the fog in front of her. It was scorching hot, not as warm as the Lost Fog around her. She smelled the smell of water vapor mixed with steel, and when she was engulfed by the fog in front of her, she stopped her. The strength of escaping became weak, Mag seized the opportunity, broke free, and rushed forward.

"Okay, okay, don't run away."

When he heard Professor Binns' voice, McGonagall immediately stopped, raised his head, and saw Professor Binns standing in front of a foggy wall, with a faint hint of red in the wall, and a smile on Professor Ghost's face , patted Mag's shoulder with a cold hand: "If you don't brake, you will hit your head."

"Professor...I...I'm here!"

Mag leaned on her knees and panted heavily. She had not recovered from the escape just now. Recalling what happened just now, she found that she didn't have too much fear, and it was not the will to survive that drove her to escape. It was Professor Binns' mission to ask her.

"You won't be afraid of it," Professor Binns said calmly, seeming to see her confusion, "this is our home after death, and we won't be afraid of our future home."

"die…"

Mag is a little hard to understand why death is a wide and narrow fog, which makes her a little puzzled. Just when she was confused, the fog behind her churned again, and the hungry lost fog was unwilling to lose such a fog. A delicious visitor.

"Ugh—"

A harsh whistle sounded from behind Professor Binns, and the wall of fog with some red color collapsed suddenly, and Mag saw something she should not have seen here anyway.

The Hogwarts Express.

The red-painted train stopped quietly in front of her, and the chimney at the front of the train gushed out thick steam. She finally understood where the steam that had dispelled the fog just now came from. Just when she was surprised, the fog was briefly repelled. It had already rushed behind her, and the frontmost hand had already grabbed her bun.

The door opened, Professor Binns and Mag rushed into the car, the door closed in time behind the back, and the mountain of fog slammed on the car body, making Mag, who had survived the disaster, shake with the train. She turned around and saw A face that was lying on the door glass and made of palms, half of the palm was clipped by the door, fell weakly to the ground, and quickly collapsed into a shapeless mist.

"Call—"

Mag breathed a sigh of relief, standing in the carriage of the Hogwarts Express, she felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

"Is this the Hogwarts Express?" Professor Binns asked curiously.

"Yes," McGonagall nodded. "It's the one before, exactly the same as the one that was destroyed in the attack before."

"I see," Professor Binns sighed and nodded. "It's my first time on the Hogwarts Express."

McGonagall suddenly realized that Professor Binns never left Hogwarts Castle after he became a ghost. As a professor as old as the school, he really never sat, or even saw the terminal being Hogmore. German train.

"I thought the interior of this kind of car would be the same as a carriage."

McGonagall took Professor Binns to find a compartment and sat down. During this time, the Lost Fog had been trying to impact the train. It was crumbling like duckweed in the wind and rain. When the two just sat down, the whistle sounded again. , Mag was pressed on the seat by the feeling of being pushed back, and the train flew away from the platform at an initial speed she was not familiar with.

She saw the familiar but unfamiliar white scene keep retreating behind her, and the white Hogwarts castle in the distance looked at her silently. King's Cross and Hogwarts were the starting point and ending point of the express, but they appeared at the same time. Here, McGonagall didn't feel too much incongruity.

She thought that the journey after that would be the same as what Dumbledore described. They would cross the white wilderness and see cities that were the same as reality but only in white, but what followed immediately surprised her:

Hogwarts dashed out of the fog and followed the rails, and the sight in the eyes of the traveler was the exact opposite of what she knew - black, endless thick, sinister, dead black spreading underfoot, the rails suspended in nothingness In the middle of the room, there were pitch-black clouds underfoot, and ferocious green lightning was brewing in the clouds, and a serpent-like thunder roared out from underfoot, piercing the void, and hitting the white field above the head hanging close to the window of the compartment, Mag raised his head blankly, the white earth hung upside down above her head, and the fragmented rock formations and land fell "down" piece by piece, falling into the abyss-like sky amid the green thunder of the demons.

Everything here is reversed, she is hanging upside down in the dark sky, and above her head is the white earth that is constantly collapsing.

"This is..." Mag was shocked by the sight in front of her. She clawed at the glass and murmured, "Is this a blurred illusion?"

"It wasn't like this before," Professor Binns said in a solemn tone, "at least when I came last time, it wasn't like this."

Mag looked down cautiously, and in the creeping dark clouds, blood vessels-like meridians were looming under the light of thunder, and she could see that they were constantly shrinking and expanding, delivering nutrients to the unknown existence. .

The fragments of the earth that fell from the top of the head were smashed by the thunder in mid-air, and the lost mist that she could not avoid fell into the clouds and was swallowed by the vortex like a blood basin. Then, the blood vessels connecting the vortex swelled up, and something was It swept away, and the scattered debris was dyed the same black in the clouds, and soon, a monster shrouded in a tattered black robe climbed up from the debris.

"Photo... Dementors?"

"The raw materials that make up the lost fog are the memories left by the door of the dead here. We came to this world naked and ignorant, and we need to discard these things that are attached to the soul when we leave the next stop for death. ," Professor Binns said softly, "memory shapes emotion, emotion evokes magic, and in the magical sense, their boundaries are not clear, that is to say, they can naturally be regarded as a parody of the soul and become a Haierbo-made The raw materials of dementors, they are waiting, waiting for the moment when their master opens the gate of life and death, waiting for the moment when they are assembled into an army and dispel the hopes of the living."

"What's the next stop of death?"

"I don't know, I didn't leave those precious memories behind, I chose to be an undead caught between life and death."

Professor Binns put it lightly, but McGonagall could hear the pain in his flat tone. He tilted his head out of the window and continued, "Nelson built this train to bring back those who were **** by Salem in the school. The walking child, by the way, created a projection in death for the huge iron man he made, so as to satisfy his purpose of traveling back and forth between the two worlds. The fog won't attack him and his creation, but it's obviously not the case now, the blurry vision has been turned over by Haierbo's magic, but fortunately it still retains the protection left by Nelson, this train will take us to The end of life is the beginning of death, and that's when you need to contribute."

"die…"

"Get ready, girl, if you can't resist the challenge at that time, everyone will die," Professor Binns said about death very indifferently, "don't worry, it's just a matter of time."

McGonagall fell silent, she couldn't face death as plainly as Professor Binns.

The train passed the railroad tracks at a high speed, and the closer to the end, the more fragmented the white earth above her head, and the darker clouds under her feet became more intense. Carry the magic history book, look through it.

The obscure ancient Greek was written crookedly on the yellowed parchment, and even a person like McGonagall who loved to learn had a hard time reading it.

…

If I had to describe the past thirteen years, I would think it was a nightmare, a nightmare that one always wanted to break free from, but could not wake up no matter what.

He is a genius. When people are still arguing and groping about the use of magic, he has been able to use his god-given power to call the wind and call the rain. Such a person can bring changes and progress no matter what era, but he Use it in the wrong place.

I have regretted it more than once. If I had been firmer when I left Sicily and forcibly left him and Pythia on Caureen's ship, wouldn't everything after that have happened.

But maybe that event has already been written in the history of the world as early as when Pythia predicted his own death.

It's been a week since we left Larissa, and we don't know where Rabini and the triple great Hermes have gone, but it's true that there's been a lot less harassment from him lately, even though Andros has been in his city-state Mid-busy did not participate in the defense, and we were able to repel their attacks time and time again.

Hearing that Hermes had gone to some accompanying town before he left and heard his own story, and asked the bard if he could read, enlightened me that we may fail, die, and be forgotten, but The recorded words must be much more true and reliable than the stories passed down by word of mouth. Even if we lose, it will be enough to help future generations learn a lesson. If we win, it will also become a proof of our merits.

There is still a day and a half to go from Steymon Canyon, and it is almost to the edge of the dark clouds, but the dark clouds there are thicker than anywhere else, and I am afraid it will be our most tragic battle...

…

"I remembered...I remembered...It's really long ago, the haunted guy."

Haierbo was half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by shattered stone prisons. Under the pouring out of the curse, there were ferocious wounds on his body. He looked like a madman, and his eyes had turned into bright yellow like snakes. Hitomi, with a crazy expression, let the curses hit him, gritted his teeth, and said curses that people couldn't understand.

This scene seems normal to most people. In their perception, Haierbo has been like this since the beginning of the battle. These scars, which are fatal to ordinary people, do not let them Haierbo's life was half damaged, but it was the most glorious feat of a soldier, telling of his unshakable authority in his own time. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

However, in the eyes of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who were shrouded in the magic of the time converter, these scars appeared one after another. They have confirmed that this is the proof of the battle between Nelson and Haierbo who broke into the past.

"Unforgivable, you are tampering with my past!"

Haierbo suddenly raised his head and stared directly at Grindelwald. In the confrontation of magic between his eyes, he had already realized what had happened. His **** face turned in the battlefield, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally It stopped at Nagini, who was protected by Credence behind him and treated the wounded with several wizards.

He smelled the familiar smell of blood.

"The offspring of an old friend, hehe," Haierbo's voice was as rough as rusted iron, and his voice sounded in Nagini's ear, at the same time, a hideous snake shadow was removed from Nagini's forehead Pulled out, "I'm so grateful to you, my old friend, you still want to help me at this time... Help me fix my memory, slave of the blood curse."

Grindelwald suddenly realized the crisis of the situation. He was looking for the information Nelson wanted to leave in the scars on Haierbo's body. Before that, he had to stop Haierbo from guarding his past purpose.

"Stop him! Be sure to stop him!"

As soon as his voice fell, the figure of Aberforth rushed out from the side. When Haierbo controlled the snake shadow of the blood curse from the bone wand, he raised the picture frame that Nelson left him, like a slam dunk. , and slammed it down according to Haierbo's head.

"Give me in!"