My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor, do you know who is in here?"

Mag exerted a little force, and the coffin board slowly slid away to the side, and the smell of dust for many years permeated out, full of the heaviness of history.

"You already have the answer yourself, don't you?"

Professor Binns lifted the pocket watch that fell from the back of the coffin board. After a thousand years, the fixed mainspring finally started to turn again. This pocket watch was specially made for him. Almost instantly, Professor Binns understood everything.

"Hold my hand," he held out to McGonagall. "We're going on a trip that's unique!"

…

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Haierbo's last voice was frozen in a bubble of steel, and it failed to float to the shore.

But perhaps the questions Tom had sent to him and Nelson retold had left a mark in his heart. Now, does he still remember why he took this road in the first place?

The blurred illusion completely overlaps with the present world, and the fog of loss permeates the world, taking away the memories of every contact at the moment.

And Haierbo's mysterious soul finally emerged at this moment.

His broken soul was like a badly burned baby, curled up in a swaddling blanket of black mist, extremely fragile.

Just as Nelson designed, he launched the Jedi counterattack ritual in the anxiety of deception, and was cornered at the end of the ritual. The ritual was interrupted at the last moment, and he specially selected for himself and competed for this power. The candidate is no longer an ignorant and ignorant soul. In just a few days with Tom, Kent Tanka has been brutally shaped into an independent and complete person, as the "culprit" who caused all this. , Tom also has the right to compete for this power, he let Kent Tanka carve her appearance on his own mold, and quietly put himself in her position in this ceremony .

Haierbo's soul, which had already been split into several pieces due to killing and making Horcruxes, could not defeat Tom in this confrontation with the origin of the soul. In order to obtain the power he coveted all his life, he must make his soul whole. , but in that case, the Horcrux he made was completely useless, and he fell into the trap laid by Nelson, which gave Nelson the opportunity to completely destroy himself.

But if he is allowed to split his soul and maintain his own existence with the help of the Horcrux, he will also completely lose the capital to fight against the deliberate Nelson.

Even though he firmly believed that when he completely mastered death, no one in this world would be his opponent, but the Nelson in the canyon left a deep impression on him. At the crux of the decision, he had hesitated.

Having mastered death, can I really defeat Hermes? Why not take the long view? Relying on my endless life, I have countless opportunities to defeat him, why should I fight back here?

As Tom said, Haierbo's inferiority complex is engraved in his bones, no matter how decisive and ruthless he was before, but at this moment, facing the real fear of death, the weakness of his humanity is infinitely magnified.

"What a pity, Haierbo," Nelson looked down at the powerless baby. "Is this the power of death you seek? Then why should you be afraid of it?"

The baby raised its arms and let out a loud, piercing cry, and the black in the blurry vision was still expanding outwards, but stopped its momentum on the beach not far behind Nelson.

Hearing the baby's cry, Nelson instinctively bent down and wanted to pick it up. His fingers were almost as thick as the baby's arm. As soon as he got close, the baby grabbed his index finger and made a real childlike sound. "Giggle" laughter.

At the last moment, he froze in the act of picking up the baby, straightened up, turned around, and looked at McGonagall and Professor Binns with dark eyes.

"Professor, Minerva, go back first," Nelson and the two professors met eyes, shook his head, and said softly, "You don't belong here."

"Do you belong here?"

An anger appeared on McGonagall's face. She saw that Nelson wanted to stay. She was dissatisfied with Nelson's decision. In her opinion, this was the stupidest plan made by the most arrogant person in the world. Relying on two people to travel through time and space to fight against the most evil wizard of all time, what do you not belong to this era, it is as stupid and ridiculous as a pretentious first-year student who learned the levitating spell and went to one-on-one trolls.

"I must take you back!"

She clenched the time-turner that Professor Binns gave her in one hand, and the wand in the other, and stepped forward, trying to grab Nelson's wrist, but at this moment, the touch of the thing in her hand changed.

Mag lowered his head, his hands were empty, the time converter was already in Nelson's hands, he smiled and tightened the clockwork, letting it return to her hands before Mag could react.

"you-"

Mag widened her eyes and exclaimed. She wanted to throw away the time-turner that was wound up, but in the next second, an irresistible attraction came from her hand, it was devouring her magic power frantically, almost. Turning her into a powerless Muggle in an instant, McGonagall roared, her eyes filled with tears, but her voice could not reach Nelson's ears.

The magic of the time converter has been activated, her voice and everything are isolated in her own time, unable to interact with the outside world, but her magic power is not enough to support the return journey of this trip, and then, the cold palm is placed on With her fingertips, McGonagall turned her head and saw Professor Binns smiling at her.

"Minerva, remember this great trip."

Professor Binns winked at her. His cloudy old eyes were full of relief, and his translucent eyeballs were crystal-like. He held McGonagall's hand and used her hand to wave her wand.

"Shut up... Guard!"

The silver steam surged out from the tip of the wand, and through the tremor of the wand, Mag felt the magic that shocked her.

(“The Patronus Charm requires the caster to recall the happiest moments in their lives. For me, the happiest moments are the unraveling of the secrets of history, but right now there is the greatest secret in front of me, and it has become A thorn in my heart, and I'll never be truly happy unless I fix it.")

The story told by Professor Binns came to her ears. Why would a ghost summon the Patronus?

"Sorry, Minerva, the magic power I have accumulated over the past thousand years is just enough for this one-way ticket," Professor Binns whispered with a smile in her ear, "All I can do is send you back."

As Professor Binns said, as a ghost, his method of accumulating magic power is lacking and inefficient, and this trip has consumed his savings. Where does a ghost save for a return ticket?

Patronus Charm is a rather unique magic, it doesn't require much magic power, but an absolutely strong heart, some gifted and intelligent people can use it at a very young age, their magic power is not enough Maintaining the Patronus, instead, consumes something more closely related to the Patronus.

Before she knew it, she had already burst into tears, the mighty lion roared beside her, and the silver mane brushed her cheeks. For the first time, Mag felt such a fiery, warm soul, Binns. Isn't the professor a brave and adventurous person?

The figure of Professor Ghost slowly faded beside her, she could hardly feel the cold temperature of his fingertips, Mag burst into tears, watching the trembling pointer of the pocket watch come to zero at the last moment.

And Professor Binns' hand has been released.

"Sorry, little girl, this journey is equally difficult and important." Professor Binns' figure has faded to the point where he can't tell the difference from the surrounding environment, leaving only a vague outline, "I force you to accompany me here. One ride, the way back, you have to go by yourself."

"Do not-"

McGonagall stretched her arms forward in despair, but Professor Binns, who had left the time-turner, was already in two worlds with her.

The stars are moving, and the seas are changing.

McGonagall only felt that he was sitting on the train to Hogwarts for the first time, and the unfamiliar scenery outside the window flashed one by one like a slideshow.

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"professor."

After McGonagall left, Nelson looked at Binns who was about to disappear, his black eyes filled with sadness.

The cyan and black marks on his fingertips were held by the baby. They were spreading and turning into twisting snakes. The lost fog and the black in the illusion were one and the same. Nelson finally understood that Haierbo was not based on black. The identity of the magic creator has filled himself into the illusion as the core of black magic. Black and white are there. As the indestructible evil in human nature, they coexist with human beings. Two thousand years later, he only regards himself as a spellcaster. The medium is written in the process of the black magic spell.

And it seems that Nelson, who was born with great restraint on Haierbo, could not resist this kind of thing that was originally homologous and existed in his heart. He could not resist this instinctive call, so that when Haierbo reached out his hand, he also held out his hand. Reached out to him, before struggling to wake up, he didn't even realize the danger.

Because Haierbo's hand was originally a gift, Nelson gained an unplanned power, but correspondingly, he paid an unplanned price.

His black eyes swept across Professor Binns' disintegrating body, like the eyes of a god, and those things that were originally separated by the mist also became delicate.

"Professor, the magic power you have accumulated should be able to return."

"Yeah," Professor Binns spread his hands with a smile, "but plans don't always keep up with changes, do they?"

"…"

"You will leave behind a time-turner, and you will also leave behind the counter-curse that prevented the outbreak of black magic just now, but it didn't break out at all," Professor Binns' figure was still too thin to be seen clearly, but his voice But it was still loud, "Because Haierbo didn't choose to use the power he grabbed from the blurred illusion to perish with you in the end according to your plan, or according to the history you should have experienced."

"You... see more comprehensively than I do."

"Because you are history, and I am a latecomer to the sidelines," Professor Binns patted his hands and laughed, "I am fully prepared, ready to appear as a hero, and then triumph with you, but unfortunately, Haierbo seems to have made He made a decision that was completely contrary to history. He distributed his power to you. The explosion of magic did not happen. Instead, the blurred illusion accelerated the integration with the present world. He threw the problem to you, so as to wait for two thousand years. , the world of you and Mr. Riddle is no more."

"It turns out that I am a fan of the authorities."

"When you change history, you have become a participant in history, which means that your story can also be rewritten." Professor Binns lowered his head and took out one of his body with less than four points left. One of the wine bottles, "Thank you for fulfilling my wish, and for helping me to go to death frankly. I noticed the changing content of the history books you left, and the difficulties you will encounter, so I I didn't intend to go back, and I didn't want to spend the two thousand years that I already knew, with a small bottle of wine, it's nothing, right?"

"Thank you."

Nelson lowered his head and stared at the wine bottle that fell on the ground. Professor Binns' last soul had also been exhausted. The mighty lion nodded at Nelson, turning into an astonishingly complex memory and dissipating in the fog of loss. .

"Stay here..."

The baby's voice was mixed with crying and laughter.

"Yes, I am willing to be humble, to be humble, to be weak, and to be cast aside, to you, I am a despicable Haierbo, I will wag my tail and beg you for pity, I will call you master, I don't mind you calling me despicable at all. I am proud of this, it is the proof that I am alive, those who claim to be noble are dead, what is the meaning of the character of the dead?"

"But you're going to die too."

"Yeah... I'm going to die," Haierbo smiled, "but those who oppose me also die, and so will you."

"Stay here, stay here, watch yourself quickly forgotten by those who are saved, watch them settle for mediocrity in a life of peace and contentment, watch them stir up disputes in a never-ending sex, people starve , don't think about growing food, people are cold, don't think about weaving clothes, they will reach out to their neighbors, their relatives and friends, their own lovers, they take other people's food, steal other people's food clothes," Haierbo's remnant laughed loudly, "their ability is not worthy of their **, I will give them strength, you can walk away, but at that time, how can you face the two thousand years What about the world that even you can't understand?"

"You're not saved, Haierbo."

Nelson squinted his eyes. He had been dealing with Haierbo for many years. He believed that he was more familiar with this dark wizard who was named as despicable than most people in the world. He had defeated him in the confrontation, but this time, he was surprised to find that he could not think of any truth to refute him for the first time.

"Really? You too."

Nelson shook his head, raised his wand, and the giant's iron fist fell from the sky.

"Die."

Black engulfed the last trace of blue that belonged to the sea in his eyes. This gift was Haierbo's last counterattack, and he couldn't resist.