My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 12

　　 Sit up from the recliner, Nelson picked up his backpack, opened the door and left the lounge, walked through the long, damp hallway that was as long as a dungeon, and walked to the corridor connecting the towers. The hallway was empty in the middle of the night, and the neat eternal lights on the bluestone bricks on both sides were visible. The candles in the lights flickered happily, as if there was a breeze blowing in the corridor at this moment.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with paintings. Judging from the painting style and the degree of oldness and newness, the paintings here seem to span the development of human civilization. The contents of the paintings are almost all the outstanding graduates of Slytherin over the years. Peaceful, looking at passers-by outside the painting.

"Boom—" The entire corridor was suddenly bright as day, and then the thunder came, and the sky outside the window was densely covered with dark clouds, the wind was raging, and occasionally lightning flashed across, reflecting the entire sky in red, and the tranquil scene of the castle. Very different, there is a feeling of rain.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and a pale face flashed at the end of the corridor. Nelson had never seen such a battle before. "I knew I went with Tom." He put his hand in the sleeve of the uniform robe, tightly. Holding his wand tightly, although he knew almost nothing about the powerful spells outside the first-year books, just this grasping action seemed to bring him enough peace of mind and peace of mind.

　　 "Boom—" There was lightning and thunder again. He had already crossed halfway through this corridor. He fixed his eyes and said, "It turned out to be the armor on the corridor," Nelson said, "I really scared myself..."

"Sir McLagen, is Ravenclaw's tower on duty today?" In order to relieve the anxiety in his heart, Nelson couldn't help asking about the most talkative painting in the daytime. The medieval knight was narcissistic and smelly. Fart, but if the language is respectful, he is also happy to help the students here meet their urgent needs.

　　 "Sir Mike Lagan?" Nelson turned his head to look at Sir Mike Lagan's photo frame, and suddenly saw a shocking scar across the canvas. The owner of the painting fell into a pool of blood in the painting, knowing his life or death...

"Hiss—" Nelson gasped, and suddenly discovered the violation: All Hogwarts paintings are magical, and whenever students pass by, they will do their own things and even start a conversation. , But today's corridor is too quiet, so quiet that it even makes him feel a little creepy. He turned around and took a peek, and found a scene that was even more scalp-numbing—all the portraits were looking straight ahead, and the outside light looked in his direction, like real photos.

　　 He buried his head and walked forward quickly, thinking firmly in his heart the truth that "pretend not to see it means nothing happened", and walked to the brightly lit Ravenclaw Tower. At the end of the corridor is a portrait of a tall person. The silver-haired girl in the portrait is holding a silver metal box like a Rubik's Cube. Exuberant flames float from the junction of the box shell, illuminating the end of the corridor.

　　 I finally saw the moving painting!

Nelson greeted her with a bright smile as if he had found a relative, and walked up the stairs on the left. The girl saw his movements and looked at him in surprise, raising the box in her hand to her right, and taking the stairs even more. Bright.

　　 Nelson walked upstairs hurriedly without looking back.

Climbing a few flights of stairs, feeling the warmth of the orange candlelight around him, looking at a huge wooden board with a smooth metal knocker on the wall and a few contemplating students under the knocker, Nelson stood at the stairs and looked around, pulling Light shined through the crack in the door of Dean Wenclaw's room. He let out a long sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and wiping his wand.

　　 "What is the difference between zero and one?" Hearing the question raised by the knocker, Nelson carried his bag and continued to crawl on the Internet, and came to the roof of the Ravenclaw Tower, which was the owl house in Hogwarts.

　　 The thunder and lightning tonight is even more violent, attacking the most magnificent building in this canyon like a group of giant dragons. Nelson's eyes suddenly turned white, and then he heard a moment of earth-shaking thunder and the scream of birds mixed with thunder, and then there was nothing to see or hear—lightning struck the towering tower. . He felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and the floor under his feet was shaking. Some of them were unstable. He was not directly struck by lightning. Just the aftermath of bombarding the building made such a huge tower tremble, naturally. The power of is really amazing, even in the world of magic, it is difficult for most humans to provoke.

　　 He reached into his pocket, just holding his wand, carrying the bag, and standing quietly on the spot.

　　 After a short while, Nelson regained his sight and hearing, ignoring the buzzing from his ears, and looked around the owl house. Almost all the owls were hiding in their cages and shivering, and a few even lay flat.

"I don't know if you and Thunderbird are relatives," Nelson picked up one lying under his feet and placed it on the shelf next to him. "It is also a bird of prey, but it can call the thunder like just now. It's so high that I don't know where it is. ."

It's okay to find a mental head from a group of languid owls, roll up the letter to Uncle Jonas and stuff it into the letter bag on his feet, "Please wait for the weather to clear and help me deliver this letter. ." Nelson took out a small tomato and fed it, patted its wings, picked up the bag and walked downstairs.

　　 "What is the difference between zero and one?" The knocker was still repeating the previous question, and there were more Ravenclaws gathered at the door.

　　 "Maybe they are one offense and one defense?" He walked past the knocker, turned his head and said something, but he kept resting under his feet.

　　 "Squeak—" The wooden board under the knocker rotated and moved away, and the door opened.

　　 "Hiss—this is a good idea." Nelson took a breath, unconsciously speeding up under his feet, put his bag on his back, and walked towards the Ravenclaw Dean's room.

　　 "Jokunda! Your behavior is reckless—" Nelson raised his hand and knocked on the door, but the door was not locked. It was just concealed. With the force of the knock, it opened silently. The dean of Ravenclaw was angry at the fireplace in his office.

She did not have the sternness and demeanor she used to be in the classroom. Instead, she looked like a parent who was frustrated by adolescent children. There was a warm flame in the fireplace. A woman with dirty braids saw Nelson on the head, and she raised her eyebrows. Watching this uninvited guest who broke into the dean's room with interest.

　　 The dean who noticed the woman's eyes turned around and looked at Nelson who opened the door with a gloomy expression. She said nothing and didn't move.

　　 "Sorry, Professor Sykes!" Nelson felt the heat from the fire in the fireplace puffing on his face, as if he had put an ice pack on his face, and then jumped a step and closed the door.

Knowing that he had made a big mistake, Nelson paced nervously at the door. A Ravenclaw student who had just come out of the lounge asked him from a distance, "Nelson, do you know why zero and one is one offense and one defense? "From the second quarter, Ravenclaw's transformation class was taken with Slytherin. The two of them were once divided into a group and turned each other's collar buttons into wooden ones. He was also called Dwight, and Nelson's roommate has the same name.

　　 "I don't know, Dwight, I just said it casually." Nelson replied anxiously. It was difficult for him to face the problem, and it was even harder for him to face Professor Sykes who was waiting for a while. He continued to pace in the corridor at the entrance of Ravenclaw's lounge and ran into Mettle who had just climbed the stairs. The two met up. It has been a month since school started. Mettle's behavior is still weird. She always Walking around Nelson, and seeing Nelson in her own tower at the moment, she turned and ran downstairs with a "woo"...

　　 "Mettle! We have to talk!" Nelson shouted behind her, "I'm sorry about that, but—"

　　 "Mr. Williams, what do you want to do to my students."

　　 Nelson turned around and saw Professor Sykes's ugly face.

"Williams, what are you doing in the Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson followed Professor Sykes back to her office in a desperate manner. He looked at Professor Sykes who was already sitting behind his desk. Closed the door of the office.

　　 "Sorry, professor, just now—"

　　 "That's just an application of Floo fans. I'm just asking what you are here for, Mr. Williams." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson, and she didn't seem to want to talk about the topic just now.

"Professor, I came to the owl room to find a Hogwarts owl to send a letter. UU reading www.uukanshu.com I don't have my own owl." Nelson explained quickly, "When I came from Slytherin, I found Mai Sir Corragan—it's a painting that was scratched. The Sir Mike Lagan in the painting also looks injured. I think something might have happened, so I'll tell you, and then when I knock on the door— "

　　 "Okay, I see." Professor Sykes interrupted Nelson's speech again. It seemed that she did not seem to talk about the topic of opening the door, "I found the situation report teacher, you did it right."

　　 "I'll check it later, you can go back." She picked up the cup on the fireplace and took a sip. "Wait a minute, Mr. Williams." She called Nelson again.

　　 Nelson retracted his paws that were about to open the door, ready to listen to the professor's teachings.

　　 "I found," she put down her cup and stared at Nelson, "the content of your homework for the spell lesson last week and Mr. Blake's homework seem to be somewhat similar."

　　 "I see, Professor." Nelson Kwang admitted his mistake, "I will resubmit an assignment as soon as possible."

　　 "No," Professor Sykes stood up and looked at Nelson, "You have second-grade content in your homework. I will not punish those who are willing to learn for no reason. I just let you take it as an example."

"If you want to help your friend, what you should do is help him master the curse learned in class, instead of lending him his homework to copy." Professor Sykes leaned on the chair and put his right hand on On the desk, "Hogwarts has been established for more than 900 years. There are countless people who come here to study, and there are also many talented people. You are not dealing with teachers, you are just fooling yourself."

　　 She raised her left hand at random, and the door opened.

　　 "Thank you, Professor." Nelson bowed and bowed, leaving the office, closing the door smoothly.

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