My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yes, I am indeed a man who has lived for hundreds of years."

Although the thatched hut is simple, it is enough to keep out the wind and rain. The fine straw is spread on the beams and mended, and no drop of rain falls, making this hut the only dry place in the rainy bamboo forest.

The bamboo pieces in the stove were roasted to the last trace of moisture, and slowly bent and carbonized with the sound of "crackling" and "zizi" water seepage. Tom supported the desk and watched curiously with long hair under the stage. The students nodded slightly.

"I knew it!" A boy in the front row looked at his classmates proudly, and said shaking his head, "During the pre-Qin period, Wu Zhu from the north spent seven years learning from a mysterious alchemist how to control the celestial phenomena. Later, Emperor Wu attacked the Xiongnu in the north, and the Wuzhu family moved to the south."

"Oh?" Tom leaned against the desk with interest, looking at him.

"Aren't you curious whether this Wuzhu family has descendants?" The boy stroked his non-existent beard, looked around, raised his eyebrows, but found that his classmates were all lacking in interest, so he had to join in and ask He cupped his hands all around, and continued to shake his head, "How could I possibly make everyone's appetite? That's right! That's right."

"So, you will pray for the rain," Tom simply sat down, put his arms on the lecture table, and teased, "Go, Xiao Zuo, go out and stop the rain for me."

Xiao Zuo paused in embarrassment, he didn't know how to pray for rain, let alone make it stop.

"If I were really the one who taught your ancestors to pray for rain, then I would be ashamed," Tom tapped his knuckles on the desk, "I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, the unworthy descendants would make old The rain prayers that our ancestors spent a lot of time learning have been forgotten. Speaking of which, I don’t seem to have taught them any magic that makes memories passed down in the hearts of future generations. How do you know that the person back then was me? "

"We have a family motto," Xiao Zuo held his neck and put on a tough attitude, but what he said seemed to be flattering, "the family motto said that the most holy teacher Eight feet in length, graceful and graceful, Xiao Xiao Susu, hearty and clear, dragon and phoenix, natural in nature."

"Huh! What a detailed description."

Tom laughed, looked around, and stared at a girl who was hooking her head and writing and drawing, "Don't you like to draw? Can you draw a person according to Xiao Zuo's detailed description? Except for the length of eight Ruler, can you hear any useful information?"

"But the ancestors also said that the immortal master has short hair and is a person who cultivates asceticism outside the world. He is diligent in alchemy on weekdays. The copper pot of the Pill Furnace said stubbornly, "The Immortal Master likes to approve a black cloak, a magic wand, but not a sword talisman."

"It turns out that you have seen through this," Tom yawned and said, "yes, you guessed it right, I do know your ancestors, I see you are holding back a lot of words, you might as well listen to it. ."

Tom's confession made the atmosphere in the classroom hot quickly. The students who were not in a daze stared at him in unison, and looked at Xiao Zuo's back with burning eyes. They had a common problem.

"Sir, I want to know..." Xiao Zuo took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "How can we make the elixir of longevity."

"Isn't it written in all kinds of pills? Even in the pharmacy that records the treatment of traumatic injuries, isn't there a recipe for the elixir?" Tom pouted, "Just follow that."

"But Mr. Tang," Xiao Zuo's eyes became even hotter, "in the past, no one has used those recipes to make an elixir of longevity."

"I guess it's because I'm not good at it," Tom shrugged, "Besides, if someone really made an elixir of life, he would run to the street and grab someone and say, 'Look at me immortality hee hee' Is this kind of stupid bubbling?"

"But…"

"Compared to immortality, it is more important for you to live in a troubled world first," Tom shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Do you think you can survive in this world with this meager practice? It took a few months for the alchemists led by the Yellow Turbans to be hung on the old crooked neck tree at the gate of the imperial city, if I remember correctly, I should have taken you to see it."

"Human nature, Mr. Tang, immortality is everyone's wish."

"Is it really?"

Tom narrowed his eyes and said quietly.

"Isn't it?" A crisp rhetorical question came from the back row of the classroom.

"The most important thing is to live your life well," Tom said, raising his finger and shaking it, "I will give you an example, you will soon become adults, find a life partner, support your parents, raise your children, you The childhood, youth and even middle age are accompanied by their parents, and the youth are accompanied by their partners until death. When they are dying, there are children who used to be under the lap of Chenghuan. "

"Mr. Tang, what does this have to do with Changsheng?"

"Of course it's related. If you don't die halfway, and really live to your old age, your relatives, friends, and even enemies will divide up your memories. This is your precious life," Tom said, staring at the student who asked the question, "but What if you could live to be two hundred years old? Who will fill the remaining one hundred and thirty years? If I really lived for hundreds of years as Zuo Ci said, my parents and relatives in my youth have only a few decades to live again. What is it? Passers-by? I will send my heirs away with my own hands, and then watch them prosper from generation to generation, the success or failure of dynasties in my eyes, and I will see with my own eyes the Great Wall from the original three sections. The northward expansion will be abandoned, the lover who will accompany you forever will become a mere passerby compared to your long life, and your old enemy will be like a clown jumping on the beam..."

"Mr. Tang, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand," Tom shook his head with a smile. "Don't say you didn't even understand this life, you didn't even understand the homework for the last class, tell me, what can you understand?"

"Memories will keep accumulating. If I live for hundreds or thousands of years, I may even forget who I am."

Tom waved Xiao Zuo to sit down and continued the lesson outside the teaching plan.

"I know a ghost. He is a well-informed and knowledgeable person. He has existed in the form of a ghost for about...more than a thousand years," Tom said after a moment of pondering. It's crazy, just remembering a small thing is enough to spend hours or even days. You can think of your brain as a library. You are an administrator who is squatting at the door of the library and especially likes to write a diary, no matter what. Whatever happens, you write it down and stuff it chronologically into the corresponding bookshelf."

"But how are we supposed to find those books?"

"You've got the idea," said Tom, shrugging. "It's a very difficult thing, so that ghostly librarian likes to be lazy and doesn't usually remember trivial things. And useless people, but even so, in a thousand years, there will always be important things and important people as vast as a sea of ​​stars, no matter how much he selects, the complex memory will make him dull and forgetful, numb and stiff."

"…"

"Don't you understand? Let me put it another way. He was also a gentleman during his lifetime and taught the history of magic. At that time, he had many students. According to their memories, the content of his courses was interesting, vivid and inspiring. In the transition of species Students who have been exposed to magic for the first time after listening to his history of magic class, will even imagine the magnificent deeds of great men." Tom looked at the students in the audience with a smile, and their faces could not help showing fascinated expressions. I don't know which interesting history came to mind." But then, his class became boring and he just dropped the book bag according to the script, because the skills of those teachings have long been compared with the more important, real history stuffed in the brain. It was all forgotten."

"Oh…"

The students in the audience showed an expression of sudden realization, and one of the restless young men stood up and said loudly, "Mr. Tang, will you become old-fashioned and boring in the future?"

"Me?" Tom pointed to himself and laughed dumbly, "Of course I don't, I don't need to memorize history, it's not important to me, and I'm more thorough than him, those who don't listen to the class well and talk to each other in class. , hide notes in his sleeves, sneakily tie the hair of the girl at the front desk to the back of the chair, say no to homework, ask some stupid questions, tuck your head under the desk and secretly eat fried soybeans, draw Mr. Portraits, fake parental signatures on exam papers, potions textbooks in Spells lessons—"

Tom took a deep breath, and he was a little breathless after such a long passage. Under his sharp eyes, the wandering student suddenly straightened his back and hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. The small talker shrank his neck and kept silent. A girl in the penultimate row quietly turned a note in her sleeve into a lizard and released it, but when she was sitting, she tore up the chair tangled in her hair, and sat down on her buttocks. On the ground, with the naughty boy's desk turned over, blank homework sheets with only names and subjects written all over the classroom.

He hurriedly got up to pick up the "criminal evidence", but stepped on the rolled soybeans and fell on his horse, causing the girl in front of him who was stealing the portrait to add a funny note to the abstract Tom on the paper. mustache.

The small classroom suddenly jumped up and down, and the last student who was sleeping soundly was awakened. He stood up abruptly and shouted, "Sir! I wrote my mother's words!"

His deskmate was the only innocent person in the classroom, because in the last class, he had already been cleaned up, he held his forehead, helplessly tugged the sleeve of the deskmate who failed to quibble, and whispered, "This time It's a spell class..."

Tom looked cheerfully at the jubilant classroom and raised his voice sharply.

"—the person!"

It only took a second for everyone to return to their positions, Tom held the desk and showed a sinister kind smile: "I can't even remember the name, in order to prevent it from occupying my brain in the future. capacity, I will tie them to the local butcher shop and sell them by weight, so now, take out your textbooks, turn the book to page fifty-four, and in five minutes, I will invite a lucky classmate to the stage Let me explain his solution to everyone, and by the way, evaluate whether to sell it as pork ribs or pork ribs..."

Tom stared straight at the bookshelf at the back of the classroom, but to every student who was thinking, it felt like Tom was staring at them.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The bronze bell in the bamboo forest rang through the rain. Tom put away the lesson plan and patted the table.

"What a coincidence, get out of class is over."

Almost simultaneously, the students in the classroom let out a sigh of relief and watched him walk out the door.

"By the way, I don't know how he remembered things, because I didn't have time to ask him." Tom returned to the classroom as if he had suddenly remembered something important, picked up the leaf umbrella by the stove, and said, "I I really should have asked ahead of time, since you said that, I'm a little nervous about immortality."

"Why? Mr. Tang, why didn't you ask him?"

"Because he died."

Tom said of course.

"Sir, you lied to us."

"Yeah, how can a ghost die?"

Students have expressed their dissatisfaction.

"That's right, ghosts don't die, and there are no immortal people in this world," Tom's mouth curled into a smile, staring straight at the student who said he was lying, "I lied to you, so now There is no get out of class, you, come up and tell us about this topic."

"…"

In the sound of Ai Ai's speech, Tom, who was leaning against the door frame, slowly became empty, as if his soul had sunk into a deep and vast library, and was carefully consulting some distant and precious memories.

The topic had already been finished, and the students who didn't want to be dragged to the butcher's shop to be sold crept away from the dazed Tom. When he came back to his senses, there was no one else in the classroom, and the rain had stopped, only the heavy weight behind him. Weary panting.

Tom turned his head abruptly and saw a woman who looked like a young woman who was caught between two snakes.

"Mr. Riddle, you're finally awake," she sighed in relief as the two snakes disappeared into the shadows, leaning on her knees for breath, "your magic is still so sharp, even if I'm still far away, has been ruled."

"Sorry," Tom invited her into the house and poured hot tea from the copper pot at the door. "It's been cold recently, and I'm old and always in a daze."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have I been here seven years?" Tom asked casually.

"Yes, it's exactly seven years. Seven years ago, we looked about the same age, but now I'm old."

"How could it be?" Tom waved his hand. "It just so happens that their schoolwork has been completed, and I'll be leaving tomorrow."

"Can't I keep you here?"

"I've seen the Great Wall. It's time to see other things. I'm not used to staying in one place for too long."

"At least wait for them to finish the test? We are all looking forward to this special class of students you have brought. I believe they will make a difference."

"I'm looking forward to it too," Tom had already taken out the suitcase from the room behind the blackboard, put on his hat, and walked into the bamboo forest, "By the way, I left a few books in the room, you help me hand over the cover For the person whose name is written on it, I really did not expect that a cloud-making magic can be dated."

"After all, not everyone is like you."

"Thank you for taking me in," Tom's figure disappeared into the bamboo forest, "don't forget to promise me, I won't hold you accountable for the big change."

"Remember," the woman shook her head with a smile, "We are already accepting children of all races with spiritual wisdom, but the big shift of the universe is really hard to find."

Only the wind in the forest answered her.

"rustle-"

In the mountains in the distance, a mountain was twisted as if stretching its muscles and bones.

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