My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is the elixir of death, Kent Tanka."

Tom sat on the top of a gentle hill, the sparse meadow around him swayed in the breeze, the bare ground was covered with holes made by squirrels, and each nimble black shadow shuttled in the shadow of the desert grassland, This hill is not high, but it is also the highest point of the plateau under his feet.

He was wearing a sheepskin waistcoat, and the pot supported by his side was bubbling "gurgling". The rising steam lifted the lid of the pot and filled with the original milk fragrance. Tom took out a dark cake from his arms. He broke off a small piece and threw it into the boiling milk along the raised edge of the pot. His body was already stained with the habits of many local people. , the sturdy red pines are shaking off the snow on them.

"When I was young I wanted to have eternal life, but when I did have it, I found it was the most important thing I should throw away."

Tom shrugged, holding the Philosopher's Stone's hand back, and the stone that was enough to drive all wizards crazy was thrown out, drew a perfect arc, and fell into the grass skirt at the waist of the hill.

There were hurried footsteps in his ears. This kind of interaction has gone through countless times. Whenever he threw this stone of immortality, Kent Tanka would always panic and run to the landing point, pick it up and stuff it. into Tom's arms.

"You...need...it...live."

The broken voice came from her vocal cords, and the blue, jewel-like eyes didn't belong to her, so that she always wobbled when she walked, and fell over and over again when she ran.

"Don't worry, I'll keep looking for him. The things I promised you haven't been completed, and you haven't seen your past yet."

Tom would always smile and put the Philosopher's Stone back in his pocket, scolding Nelson, and then writing and drawing on the map, planning the target of the next stop. Just waiting for the day when he doesn't bother to look for it, Nelson will come out of the rabbit hole under his feet and laugh at him.

"By the way, Kent Tanka, get me my ink!"

Tom bowed his head, spread the map on his lap, and said without looking back.

It was only until he planned the route, Kent Tanka did not respond to him, Tom looked around, there was no Kent Tanka figure, and the magic stone that should have been in his pocket was still lying in the meadow, reflecting the sun's rays.

"Oh, I forgot."

Tom lowered his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "You are already dead."

He straightened up and stood up against the ground. His face, which was covered by the brim of his hat, became clear and bright under the sunlight. He didn't look like a student who had just graduated from school, but rather like someone who had already struggled in society. A social animal for several years, his twenty-seven- or eight-year-old face was full of vicissitudes that were separated from his appearance. His appearance remained at the moment when the Philosopher's Stone was created—ten years after he defeated Haierbo.

But it is this short ten years, but it is the chasm that Kent Tanka's life is difficult to bridge.

Tom didn't say goodbye to the coalition forces. He lurked next to Haierbo from the very beginning. He had no friendship with Andros and his party. , but he didn't want to deal with that priestess anymore, not at all.

Tom, who left Alexandria, took Kent Tanka to start his journey. While searching for and destroying the remaining power of Haierbo in the world, he studied the production of the Philosopher's Stone. This alchemical treasure has a production cycle far exceeding that of other items. After countless failures, the refining of the Philosopher's Stone finally got on the right track. It was five years after the war, and Tom had found Haierbo's three Horcruxes.

As Haierbo said, the triple great Hermes had become a myth of word of mouth in the Greek peninsula, and they soon sent a man who once existed to Mount Olympus, and soon as a **** In the name of embezzlement of their exploits, Andros can't even do anything about it, people will only remember their victory, but few people are willing to recall the darkness and their weakness in the struggle before the victory, and they can't tolerate a flawless sublime The existence of those who would make their victory a gift of prayer.

Wizards and Muggles are separated again by a natural gap. If there is at least a legend among wizards that a great wizard with three postures leads them to defeat a powerful enemy, then Muggles will only know that it is the demigod they believe in. Defeating the Pluto who tried to devour the world is really a cliché story. After all, similar things can take up space in Greek mythology, which is not too thick.

Pythia has also become a mad woman who often speaks nonsense because of the miasma wafting out of the temple. She will patiently tell everyone who came to the Temple of Apollo the story of what happened in the past, but the truth is. The real description fell into the ignorant ears of believers who only hoped to seek children or money, and only the bizarre stories of the battle of gods were left.

The world where wizards and muggles coexist and live in harmony with Nelson did not appear two thousand years earlier, and no one thought about what would happen if muggles had magical powers, they divided up the spells that emerged during wartime, which But the precious treasure that cannot be exposed, only the copyright of the Patronus Charm remains in Pythia's hands, because it is really useless - in a world where it is difficult to see Dementors at a glance, there are other magics against it. What does it mean?

It's not that Tom didn't think about punishing these ungrateful people, but he soon found out sadly that ungratefulness seems to be a human instinct, and he can't always arrest and torture all the people in Europe. A waste of precious time.

So he stood on the giant's head, waded across the ocean, with a Kent tank and a coffin, to the wider world he had never been to, but had heard from Nelson over and over again.

He was brewing potions every day, hoping to speed up the process of making the Philosopher's Stone. There was always a boiling cauldron by his side, no matter what was being boiled in it, this has become a habit he continues to this day.

The complete materials and the rough embryo of the Philosopher's Stone have been prepared. As long as the production is successful, Tom can have eternal life, but at this time, the time required to make it has become the most precious thing.

Because Kent Tanka is already extremely weak, Tom has long been accustomed to instructing the faithful blind girl, Kent Tanka, who finds himself in his memory, is almost like his only living family member. For this, he gouged out Haierbo. The magic eye on Mao's heart is installed in the eye socket of Kent Tanka. The magic contained in the magic eye can be called the crystallization of Haierbo's life research. Even if it is only a piggyback function, Kent Tanka has also gained a long time. Bright year.

What is gained is what is lost, and Tom soon discovers that Kent Tanka's body is no longer able to sustain her life.

She was not a wizard at all, but she was protected by her sister before she died. This protection can even allow him to contact the operation of magic early, consume the magic power of the protected person and feed him back, which is enough to make a mediocre wizard. Become a genius of spellcasting, but it happens to a Muggle, its maintenance must rely on magic, but for a Muggle without magic, only her soul can be consumed.

Being chosen to be part of Haierbo's magical ritual made this already weak soul even worse, Tom recognized the scars Haierbo left on her soul, which would last for thousands of years, and was eventually discovered by Nelson on Nagini's body.

Compared with this hidden danger, the scars left by the suffering in childhood have become insignificant. Tom tried again and again to relieve her soul exhaustion. Only then did he realize that he was good at attacking and killing methods and good at healing. The magic of battle scars, but has never understood the magic spell that nourishes others. The difficulty of creating a magic is much more difficult than learning it.

One day ten years after the war, Tom, who was stationed on the island south of the Cape of Good Hope, ran out of the tent excitedly.

He remembered that Kent Tanka said the day before that he had seen a fruitful coconut grove on the other side of the island, and was going to pick a few coconuts for the two of them today. Fly to one side.

But when he landed and started calling Kent Tanka's name, everything changed.

"I'm so stupid, haha," Tom shook his head, holding a medicine bowl, weaving through the coconut grove, "you can't hear, why am I shouting, hahaha! I heard Gnar said about the cochlear implant. Things, when I find him, I must ask him to make one for you."

Tom shuttled through the coconut grove over and over again, each time ignoring the eye-catching corner of his clothes behind the tree in front of where he landed and a pile of green coconuts that looked artificial.

It was not until the sun went down that Tom stopped behind the first tree again. He was holding the potion that had already cooled down, and quietly looked at the pile of coconuts. The setting sun turned his eyes red. He picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank the potion full of dregs, and spit the magic stone to the ground in one mouthful.

Kent Tanka would always pick it up when he littered Professor Slughorn's half-finished product, but this time, it just lay there quietly, refracting the red spot of the sunset, in Tom's His face jumped up and down mischievously, as if mocking him.

Tom pursed his lips tightly, the bitter medicinal soup permeated and intensified between his lips and tongue, making his sense of taste confused. He opened his hand and took a coconut from the top of the heap, on the sharp edge of the stone next to him. Knocked open, the cool coconut juice wet his hands, cuffs and corners of his clothes, he raised the green coconut, raised his head, and swallowed its juice.

In such a wild way of drinking, the coconut juice slipped from the corners of his mouth and drenched him all over him, like a drunken man who had drank too much, and finally, when the last drop of coconut milk dripped to the corner of his mouth, Tom licked it back In his mouth, under the background of the sweet coconut milk, the bitterness of the potion burst out in his mouth. Tom was so bitter that his face was wrinkled together, and he staggered and fell at the foot of a coconut tree.

"*!"

He wiped the coconut milk from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and finally spit out the scolding that had been held in his throat for ten years, "It's really bitter!"

The waters south of Africa are natural fishing grounds where ocean currents meet, but this also means that its weather is even more unpredictable than the movement of the fish. In an instant, thick dark clouds are brewing thunder over the island. Tom raised his wand, The cold, scarlet eyes were full of hatred, something he had been chasing and chasing for several years, and even if there was just an ordinary dark cloud above his head, he resolutely waved his wand.

"laugh-"

The sound like a smirk rolled from the top of the head to the four directions, and the dark clouds covering the sky and the sun tore a hideous hole under the wave of the magic wand.

A few weeks later, a special guest appeared in Alexandria.

The great war that took place here is almost non-existent to the Egyptians. Those who experienced it all died, and the land that was razed to the ground and subsided for several meters, and the allied forces of wizards washed the ground after the war, no one survived at all. It is the closest natural safe haven to the reopened sea by Greece. Just like the choice of the first generation of inhabitants of Alexandria hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the Egyptians from the inland once again established a prosperous sea here. trade.

A dark wizard who could not even fight against Egypt's protector of the country came here and requisitioned the slaves and wizards in the city to build a pyramid that was several times larger than the tomb of the pharaoh. He counted all the Egyptians who had just found a new home. Evicted, and then the soon-to-be-built Alexandria disappeared again.

It was not until someone discovered this natural haven more than ten years later that Alexandria's urban prototype that continued into the future was re-established.

This is the record of this event in the history of Egyptian magic, no more than half a stone slab, and it has become one of the many strange stories in this troubled ancient city.

Tom broke free from his memories, and before he knew it, the sun had set, and the milk tea in the pot had been boiled dry, forming a sticky charred black piece on the bottom plate, waving his wand, and the sparkling magic stone flew out from the meadow. , fell back into his hands,

He tried to recall, but he couldn't remember how many years he had been traveling. He had always been a person who didn't like to move. On the contrary, traveling was Nelson's hobby.

"I prepared a coffin for you. If I find you and you die, I will put you in it," Tom smiled, "If I can't find you, I'm too tired to think again~www.readwn. com~ just lie down and go in by yourself."

He straightened up and put his hand on his forehead to block the direct sunset.

"Professor Tom! Are you coming to my house for dinner? Grandma made a nipple!"

In the distant flock, a man on horseback shouted at Tom.

"Next time!"

Tom responded skillfully in the local language. He has completed the seven years of teaching a Hogwarts student here. Watching the man drive the sheep and horses away, Tom maintained a smile and said softly: "It's time to go. , I heard that the Great Wall in the south is about to be repaired, and Gnar used to brag to me."

He stomped his feet, and the hills under his feet shook slowly, and even the grassland trembled, like ten thousand horses galloping toward an unknown distance.

"I want to see what the Great Movement of the Universe is."

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