My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson!"

The sharp female voice remembered behind Nelson, and he was stunned for a moment. The voice was a little strange, but so familiar.

Nelson raised a guess that even he himself felt incredible, turned his head slowly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

Behind him stood a lady and a ghost.

"Minerva, Professor Binns," Nelson asked, wide-eyed, dumbfounded, "why would you..."

"It's going to be here, isn't it?"

Professor Binns shook his head, took out a pocket watch full of rust marks but still shiny silver, and tightened the rusted clockwork.

In an instant, time froze, and only the three people shrouded in its power could still move freely.

"Professor, why did you come...to ancient Greece?!"

"You please me."

"But I didn't—"

"You would, wouldn't you?"

Professor Binns raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face that Nelson had never seen before, just like a lover of crossword puzzles who won the biggest award since the establishment of the local newspaper, full of pride and joy, it was a kind of The smile that should not have appeared on the face of the ghost, it made the soul of Professor Binns very alive. He has been studying the mysteries of history all his life, and this smile seems to be a reward for his persistence.

Nelson paused, a smile appeared on his face, and the two scholars of the history of magic were equally happy at this moment.

"How did you get here?"

"Fuck... this thing," Mag pointed lightly at the dangling pocket watch in Professor Binns' hands, his eyes struggled for a moment, and he swallowed a lot of things back in his stomach, "Time changer, this is your invention. , isn't it?"

"Where did you find it?" Nelson frowned. "I swear, I've never made this time-turner. So far, only three have been made."

…

The end of time goes back to the moment when McGonagall and Professor Binns were flipping through the history books in front of the gate of death.

"Professor, you... what did you dug up?"

At the moment when she saw the coffin, Mag's heart was suddenly startled, and she secretly wondered if it contained the body of Professor Binns? What is he going to do with it?

While McGonagall was thinking about it, Professor Binns waved to her and said, "Minerva, help me open it."

"Why don't you yourself—"

McGonagall resists the job instinctively, which is so weird! But she quickly realized that this was an old man's request, swallowed her saliva, and walked slowly to the coffin. The pattern engraved on the coffin made her feel a little familiar, but she couldn't figure out the key.

"Why didn't I open it myself? Did I?"

Professor Binns smiled, closed the book in front of him, floated to the front of the coffin, and reached out to reach the lid of the coffin, but his hand passed through the board out of thin air, and then, the part that penetrated into it disappeared, and Mag exclaimed. , but saw Professor Binns lift up the broken arm, and the scattered mist condensed on the section of his arm again, reshaping the hand that had been holding the pointer for a thousand years and writing the lesson plan for a thousand years.

"Of course it's because I can't."

"Sorry, Professor." McGonagall lowered his head and walked towards the coffin.

"Let me tell you about the past of the Knights of the Garter," Professor Binns sat on the lid of the coffin, raised his hand to stop her, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you are still in the dark, ask someone to do things , First of all, people have to understand what to do and why, and this is the right way.”

Mag stopped, curiosity filling her heart.

"I'm afraid you've only seen news about the Knights of the Garter in some archives," Professor Binns narrowed his eyes and pulled out the memories that had been dusty for thousands of years from the bottom of the stacks of lesson plans. It was carefully held at the tip of its heart, and said slowly, "At first, it was not a title or a medal. As it literally means, it was a knight order, an army composed of special knights who charged into battle."

…

When the Knights of the Garter was established, I was already old. At that time, the Ministry of Magic was still in its infancy. Its predecessor was just a round-table negotiation venue where several pure-blood families took turns to sit in the village. The Cuthbert family was one of them. , we respect the ancients, and practice our lofty mission - to let the brilliance of magic shine only in the hands of excellent nobles.

I'm afraid you don't know what the pure blood nobles at that time represented, Minerva, there were tens of thousands of Muggles serving us on our territory, and they were managed by half-bloods or small families who had sharpened heads and climbed round tables. Wizards, they are not stingy with their cruelty to the Muggles and their loyalty to the nobles, just for a simple magic and our recognition, even the status of the collateral son-in-law is enough to make them ecstatic.

We enjoy the sustenance of the British Isles. Even the royal family can’t match our lavish life. The pastries for my breakfast are made with honey from killer bees. Every drop is sticky with blood. It was transported from the east by caravans on foot, with dead bones buried in the ground every step of the way. The first bottle of wine my daughter brewed herself was made from the material of the magic stone. Even then, they were extremely rare, and they are now extinct. disappear.

There will never be a more hedonistic life in the world, I thought it would go on forever, I don't like pleasure, I don't like hunting every day on my estate, my hobbies are different, I like to read , I don’t like those that make people’s blood boil, I don’t like those poems that sing praises of virtue, I don’t like those words that are written by you and me, I like bloody, real history.

I collected all the history books I could find, and read one locally, imagining the creations of wizards in ancient times, more excited than reading epics, there was nothing in this world enough for me to chase after.

But it was in that year that I, half-dead, received an invitation, an invitation from a deviant nobleman, and the noble Salazar Slytherin sent me a letter, he wanted to To start a magic school, I heard about my achievements in the history of magic, and wanted to invite me to teach history at this school called "Hogwarts".

Before that, I hadn't even met him. He wasn't even born when I was out and about dancing. Out of curiosity, I went to the Slytherin family's manor, an ancient castle in the Scottish Highlands. There is a small clear lake next to it, a small library, but there are many books hidden in it that even I have never seen. I also met three of his friends, three vibrant young men, Hedge. Patch, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor.

And the original intention of their establishment of this school is beyond my expectation, and it is related to history.

The route from England to Northern Europe will pass through many islands. In an inconspicuous corner of the North Sea, the adventurous Gryffindor has discovered an isolated island that has been hidden for many years. The island is hidden by some ancient magic, but magic The superb Gryffindor saw through its crumbling disguise at a glance. It was at least a thousand years old, and curiosity prompted him to break the barrier of the island and see what was inside, which became the source of all troubles.

Of course, I don't mean that the rash of duty Gryffindor opened the prelude to the disaster, the magic on that island has been maintained for too long, and it will collapse on its own after a long time, Gryffindor just Detecting all of this ahead of time also gave us time to breathe.

This island should be familiar to you, it's called Azkaban, in fact, most people think that a dark wizard named Extis who worshipped Helbo drew his territory on the isolated island in the North Sea, and Haierbo's magic was re-engraved, and in the fifteenth century, this place was made into a paradise for dementors, but in fact, long before his magic experiments began, the evil here had been revived.

Yes, that's right, recovery.

Through the barrier torn open by Gryffindor, we see an unimaginable scene.

This is an ancient battlefield, there are corpses that have long since turned into bones, and some silver instruments, we can't judge their use, because under the baptism of time, the original rune on these things has dissipated Now, the only thing that proves the age is the armor scattered around the corpses, and the magic tools used by wizards before wands really became popular - scepters, swords, staves, and even crystallized skulls, I roughly deduce them The age of - about sixteen hundred to fourteen hundred years ago, the wizards of ancient Greece and ancient Egypt, as for those silver instruments, I can't judge.

We explored it very quickly, for me it represented an era that was never revealed to the world, and for others there was so much great lost magic, I remember a German People found the magic of the ancient Egyptian wizards who raised and merged with the magical animals, and finally founded the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft on this basis.

There are countless similar gains, and although we always think that magic is always improving, these lost magics can undoubtedly expand our horizons and help us.

But all the gifts of fate have already been priced in secret, and Minerva, the first Dementor, was dug up there, and in Slytherin's words, part of an ancient and powerful dark wizard , fortunately it is still dormant, we realized that those silver instruments that were placed on the island according to certain rules may be to seal them, but the wizards will forget the surrounding things when they see the new magic, when I first The first time I got there, the silver instruments were all destroyed, and the useless empty shells were piled up on the seashore in a mess, and some of them had even been washed away by the sea.

And after losing control, those dementors are also waking up.

We have never seen such terrifying creatures, even in dormancy, their breath is enough to make people who are shrouded forget happiness, pessimism and despair spread in people's hearts, and we finally realize what we have dug up unacceptable things.

And this is the original intention of the Big Four who wanted to set up this school. Their vision surpassed the vast majority of people in that era. The things buried in the underground of Azkaban are not something we can fight against, and its terribleness does not lie in the individual. Powerful, it lies in the dominance of harvesting wheat in the face of powerless creatures, and you also know that the magic of that era was in the hands of a few pure-blooded nobles. Weasley, but for such a huge body, this little favor is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket. We must train wizards and let them grow up to fight the coming catastrophe.

You're right, Minerva, Dementors are not strong, they can be called weak to a determined wizard, and even criminals have escaped from Azkaban, but the Dementors we face, Completely different from the monsters who are now serving as jailers, completely different...

As Slytherin said, they were part of an ancient and powerful wizard, and it is not until today, after seeing the historical material left by Nelson, that I understand what this sentence means.

Yes, you are right, Haierbo, vile Haierbo, they are part of Haierbo, his Horcrux.

No, he didn't make that much, and is rediscovering the surface of history. As a whole, they are a part of Haierbo's power, and as individuals, they are horrible monsters that we can't fight, compared to those weaker descendants. , they are simply two different creatures.

During that time, I frantically searched for clues about this battle in the pile of old papers, and finally dug up the despicable name of Haierbo in the corresponding history. The Dementor, a monster born in ancient Greece, finally saw the light of day. I Also found the ultimate weapon against them - the Patronus Charm.

According to legend, it is the soul magic created by the priestess Pitia, which is specially used to dispel the dementors. At that time, there was a wizard called "The Invincible Andros" who was famous for his ability to summon a giant-sized patron saint. Haha yes, do you have that chocolate frog picture too? To tell you the truth, his portrait was painted by my imagination.

Now that the seal has been lifted, the most urgent task is to have a deeper understanding. The plan of the Big Four to establish a school is also being implemented slowly. With the running of our pure-blood wizards, the Round Table has acquiesced in the birth of Hogwarts. In school history, we see pure-blood wizards blocking the Big Four in order to monopolize magic, and you can see that they have suffered a lot, but I can guarantee that if the pure-blood families are really monolithic and do not allow the outflow of magic, even if the Big Four join hands , nor against the pressure of the whole country.

On the other hand, I stayed in Azkaban and restored the battlefield with the help of several historians. In the middle of the battlefield, I found a coffin, exactly what you see.

At first, we thought that Haierbo was hidden here, but it soon turned out that I was wrong. Contrary to the dead silence that pervaded the island, this coffin gave us a very exciting feeling. The first Order of the Garter was awarded Placed in the center of the top of the coffin, this has also become our mark, our prototype.

We didn't open the coffin rashly, the omens of the dementors' awakening became more and more obvious, and I quickly found the spell of the Patronus Charm~www.readwn.com~ but it was too difficult, including me and Slytherin. , most people have not learned, let alone those students picked up by the Big Four from all over the country.

The Patronus Charm requires the caster to recall the happiest and happiest times in their lives. For me, the happiest time is to uncover the secrets of history, but right now I have the biggest secret right in front of me. There's a thorn in my heart, and I'll never be truly happy without addressing it.

Slytherin too, he told me that he couldn't learn the Patronus because he used too much black magic, but I think he was lying to me. I'm afraid he didn't want to pin his hopes on an unknown spell. In order not to relax, He chose to reject the shortcut, of course, as it turned out later, he was right.

Slytherin is an excellent alchemist. He used the first Knights of the Garter Medal as a prototype to create a batch of alchemy props to increase the Patronus Charm. Seriously, he knows so much about the Patronus Charm. It's too far-fetched to say that you won't.

Our preparations are not sufficient. Fate never gives people enough time to prepare. She will only sneak attack. Finally, when our framework was just established, the first Dementor woke up.