My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"That's Kent Tanka, the dumb girl of the Gulf fishermen."

Since "God" visited Tom's temporary residence, many local residents began to wander around this earthen house, perhaps trying to get some divine aura. After a few days of testing, they found that Tom did not express their existence. Full, people in this small town simply moved their market to this street. Anyway, the town is not big, and it only takes a few more steps, and Tom is also happy to see it happen. Going out to buy is easy and fast, and the townspeople are also willing to give a low price to this foreigner who has communicated with God. Except for the fact that there are often people lying on the road at the door and kissing the footprints left by the bird-headed man, Tom does not feel that he life is disturbed too much.

However, Haierbo's attitude was even more ambiguous. He told Tom to revoke the spell to listen with earplugs closed. In his words, "popularity can make me recover quickly".

A week after the bird-headed man visited, Haierbo was basically able to go down to the ground, but the area of ​​activity was limited to a small room, which also made the townspeople forget that Tom was carrying a charred gun when he came. corpse.

Today, Tom went out early as usual. He wandered around the coast first, looking at the increasingly fierce thunder and thinning clouds across the sea. After a simple exchange with Nelson, he threw the small silver ball back into the sea. , collected some herbs that might come to him, he carried the linen package back to the door of the earthen house, and saw a figure who should not be here in this street market that was already showing a hint of prosperity—

The blind girl who was supposed to pick nets at the beach.

She knelt down on a tattered straw mat with a few live fish in front of her, bit her lower lip tightly, and lowered her head to her chest. She was terrified by the unfamiliar fantasy and work, and did not dare to move. Like a sculpture placed directly opposite Tom's house.

Tom curiously inquired about her news from the old woman selling charcoal on the side of the road, and what she got was her disdainful teasing.

"Her father threw her here to watch the fish stall, fearing that he wanted to give her some air, and hope that God can come again and cure her," the old woman bared her teeth, taking advantage of Tom's time to look back and smashed a few pieces. The charcoal was buried under the good charcoal, "What's the use? It's useless!"

"Kent Tanka?"

Tom raised his eyebrows. Names are a rare thing in this small town, especially for women. Under the social relationship of almost personal dependence, their freedom is pitifully less than what has been decorated in history, except for the royal family and nobles. Daughters or born witches, they hardly ever have their own names.

"She's as cheap as grass, yet she still has a name," the old woman smiled and put the charcoal from the stall on the scale piece by piece, and glanced at the girl who was kneeling on the roadside watching the stall for her father with her grey old eyes. , a look of self-conceited jealousy flashed in his eyes, he squeezed a cold snort from his throat, and said, "Her father who can't row well doesn't even have a name, this guy who can't hear, can't speak, can't speak. match?"

She made no secret of her ill will towards the girl, her airy voice reverberated on the street, causing the surrounding vendors and customers to make skilled laughs, while Kent Tanka just sat there quietly, not listening at all. When the people around her laughed at her, maybe they had already regarded this bullying as a consensus. After all, she couldn't hear, couldn't see, and wouldn't fight back.

"So," Tom nodded, "God should bless such a strong person."

"Who knows? Maybe it's the curse of God. Maybe she angered God at some point." , the dazed appearance is also distressing, you are someone who has been visited by God, and her idiot father doesn't dare to go crazy at you."

"…"

"What do you say?"

The old woman's short stature did not notice Tom's gloomy face, and she was still winking there, trying to mix in a few pieces of charcoal, but just when she felt the charcoal with her dirty hand and wanted to poke it into the bag , the burning pain from her fingertips made her scream.

Just like the call of a livestock when it was branded, she saw that the bits of charcoal became as red as they had just been pulled out of the stove, but when she looked again, they had returned to their original shape, and only a row of blisters on the fingertips proved that they had just taken out. What happened was not a fantasy.

Tom had already returned to the yard of the earthen house with the bag of charcoal in it, and threw a silver coin at the old woman's feet, she swallowed, the charcoal was obviously not worth so much.

"Maybe that guy is wrong?" She thought to herself, looking around quickly, and when she found that no one noticed it, she stretched out her legs and stepped on the silver coins under her feet. The same fiery pain came from the soles of her feet, but she Only if it's an illusion, "Just pick it up when no one's paying attention..."

Tom threw the charcoal into the corner of the yard and looked back at the silver coin that was smoking black from the bottom of the old woman's feet.

"Do you care about her? Karkaroff," Haierbo said as he walked out of the room on crutches and patted Tom on the shoulder. "Yes, you care about that girl very much."

"I'm just curious, how did someone like her grow so big?"

Tom is a little confused. He has been here for a few months, and his Egyptian language has become as proficient as the locals, but he has always been troubled by the girl he saw when he first came ashore. How to perceive the world, and what makes this soul, which is not much more complicated than a small animal, hidden in the human body survive.

"Why?" Haierbo also looked at the girl across the street, but his eyes were completely different from Tom's. At this moment, he was not much better than that girl, "Why are you interested in this useless guy? Her existence and non-existence Does existence have any effect on the world or even the slightest meaning?"

"I don't understand," Tom shook his head. "Even as a prophet, it's hard for me to think of her rightful place in fate."

"Many things, including many people, are like this," Haierbo sneered, "their existence is not as meaningful as grass, but they still live in this world, occupying things that should belong to others, and every grain of wheat is like this. Get into their belly, and there will be someone who deserves to eat hungry, and their existence is a sin in itself."

Tom looked at Haierbo in amazement. His expression was hidden under the mummy's bandage, and his expression was not real, but the flames of being beaten by Nelson ignited in his eyes. Haierbo had not been lying in vain these few months. After the power is not invincible, he seems to be trying to integrate his crooked theory into a theory that more people can understand, but it is really clumsy, like a mentally retarded Grindelwald.

"Since you are so curious, why don't you ask this insider?"

Haierbo looked at Tom approvingly, and looked at the feet of the old woman. He admired this kind of torture, even if Tom only punished him a little, and said, "Throw a silver coin that is enough to make her live a good year. On the ground, even if she knew that it was a piece of red-hot coal, she would step on it so that no one could see it. I am curious, can her greed survive the pain?"

"I'm afraid I can't."

"Do you want to make a bet? Karkaroff," said Haierbo with a strange laugh, "you underestimate greed."

"No, Lord Haier," Tom refused, with his back to him, "the prophets never bet."

"It's boring." Haierbo shrugged, "Let's go back to the topic we started with. Since you are so curious, why don't you ask this insider?"

"What does she know?"

"Give me your wand." Haierbo stretched out his hand and asked for a wand like Tom, "I'll show you a magic that's finally perfected."

Tom also finally understood the reason why Haierbo walked out of the room. The magic in his mouth had made a breakthrough. He couldn't hold back the idea of ​​​​practicing it. Tom did not hesitate and handed the wand to Haierbo.

This time it was Haierbo's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect Tom's wand to be so straightforward, so he shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, no need, I can cast magic without a wand."

After that, he raised his hand, pressed in the direction of the old woman across the courtyard wall, and said softly, "Legislasia."

The old woman's body froze, her body fell backward uncontrollably, and fell into the weeds by the wall, and the silver coin that burned through the soles of her shoes rolled to the street with her kicking motion. Yin Cancan's radiance attracted the attention of almost everyone who could see it, and she still failed to hold onto this unjust enrichment after all.

"Hehe, I lost the bet."

Haierbo sneered, and then, milky white steam, which only he and Tom could see, poured out of the old woman's seven orifices, gathered at his fingertips, and was tossed around like a magazine.

"Huh? It's really a twisted and bizarre story." Haierbo let out a cock-like laugh, his shoulders shrugged wildly, looking like crazy, "This old guy, if he is a wizard, I am afraid he can become a Hermes is still a powerful villain!"

He looked at the old woman with no resentment in his eyes, but full of approval and praise.

"This guy can survive because he has a good sister."

This is a cliché story. Pharaoh's guards were in Egypt looking for a candidate for a princess for his young son. When passing through Alexandria, a famous local beauty was included in the list by them. The fisherman's daughter was in addition to a good skin. She has almost nothing outside, but she has a quality that the royal family is most interested in besides beauty - innate magic, no wizarding school has invited her to enroll, and no one has taught her magic, when this Muggle-born witch follows her father When out to sea, it is always calm and the sun is shining.

The little prince's older brother is a man full of jealousy. He is jealous of his father's preference, and jealous of his younger brother's youth. The forty-year-old heir to the country has been sitting in this position for so long that he hates everything he doesn't own, and chooses to be. Horus, the guardian **** of his younger brother, resented his father for choosing a witch as his concubine.

So, the persecution happened, and the concubine's candidate had to have a name. When the witch Kent Tanka was named, almost everyone in the fishermen's town was celebrating her, but "the concubine's enthronement requires the people of the homeland as sacrifices. The ignorant rumors of "good quality" also spread rapidly in the town. Jealousy can distort all the good qualities and can also drive people crazy. A witch who doesn't know how to use her own magic, the men hold on to their fathers, and the women destroy their beauty like a thorn in their eyes.

The blade swung in the witch's face became more and more uncontrollable. When a sharp blade slashed her throat, it brought not a panic stop, but an even more vicious vent. They destroyed everything in the family, but when the first When the sun rose the next day, everything was back to normal. The townspeople continued to fish for a living. The desperate father listened to his daughter's last wish and left her only beautiful name to her poor congenitally deaf. dumb sister.

As if nothing had happened, the people in the town treated the fisherman who lost his daughter with a normal attitude. This appearance only lasted for less than a month. The men who killed the witch were buried in the belly of the fish, and the women began to age rapidly. , their panic continued until a man died of old age in a rotten body, and only the last man dragged the old wreckage into the home of only one girl in the afternoon when a fisherman went out to sea and the same wind and roar.

In her opinion, the dumb girl who has seen everything is the root of all disasters. She is a cursed witch. She is madly approaching the silent crying girl, but she has no strength to strangle her, so she can only use filth and filth Her fingernails snapped into her big eyes of Linghui, and she fled in the footsteps of the fisherman.

When the fisherman returned home, all he saw was a piece of chicken feathers and a little daughter whose eye was cut by a crack.

He didn't know who the murderer was, and his daughter was not only blind in one eye, but the other eye also lost its luster in the festering infection. She completely turned into a puppet who couldn't perceive the outside world. The colorful world was her most yearning. Age closes the last window.

The fisherman took advantage of his daughter's last moments before she lost her sight to teach her everything she could teach her, and taught her to write her own name. These were the only characters he knew, and it became the last light and shadow in the girl's chaotic heart.

The girl gradually grew up and became as beautiful as her sister, but no one in the town still remembered the beauty who almost became a princess, only an old woman hiding in the shadows kept watch over the girl who lost her light, until today.

"It's a good story, isn't it?"

Haierbo laughed until the wound on his body was almost split, he leaned back and forth, and the rotten bandage broke inch by inch: "The disaster caused by ignorance is much more horrifying than evil! In contrast, I am actually a person trying to make the world become Better noble people, hahahaha!"

"…"

"Resentment, despair, hatred, unwillingness... These things that should be there don't exist, she doesn't even know what those things are, so beautiful, so ignorant, so pitiful," Haierbo His body was twisted out of shape, but he refused Tom's correction, grinning slyly, "What a beautiful shell, my mind suddenly filled with countless great ideas, Karkaroff!"

"You need to rest."

Tom pursed his lips.

"I'm here to help you turn her into a healthy, alive, and even powerful person, Karkaroff," Haierbo's wounds burst open, his whole body was bathed in blood, and the aura of magic was in Tom's horrified eyes The sky skyrocketed, causing the entire street to faint, leaving only the girl sitting with her head bowed down, with a ghostly smile on his face, and quickly turned into a poker, oppressing him with a devilish whisper. Tom's nerves, "Don't say no, Karkaroff, this is your winning bet!"

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