My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 151

"Yes, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, suitable for big things."

In the middle of the night, Tom walked out of the Slytherin lounge, humming and walking through the long, dark aisles.

"Hey, boy, why are you running around so late?" The thick male voice hummed around him, as if he had just finished some strenuous exercise, "You violated the school rules, be careful, I told Dippet principal."

"Fluorescence flickers," Tom frowned when he heard the uninvited guest's voice, and threw his wand to light up the corridor, which happened to illuminate Sir Mike Lagan, who was hanging on the side wall, and looked at the thick gauze. Knight, Tom salutes, "Sir, is your injury better?"

In the first grade, Tom held the first meeting between him and his young friends. That night, the portraits in the Slytherin corridor were damaged to varying degrees. Sir McColagan was the most injured. Unlike the restoration process in which the painter fills in with a paintbrush in the imagination, Sir Mike Lagan was carried on a stretcher by the residents in the other portraits into the picture frame of Principal Dairis Dewant on the wall of the principal's office. , Where an eye-opening "surgery" was performed, even after more than a year, Sir McLagen is still recovering.

"Huh, thank you for your concern. I can remove the gauze next week." Sir McColagan patted his hard armor and made a "pop" sound, indicating that he had no problem, but about why the gauze The problem of being wrapped around the armor was ignored because it was not important. He tried to look at Tom with a sharp look, but because the round eyes and gauze were too funny, Tom couldn't help but laugh.

"Sir, Principal Dippet is not in school," Tom said with a smile, as he continued to walk forward, "What's more, as long as I'm not found by the teacher, I'll be sleeping in the dormitory tonight, do you think so? ?"

"Huh, you said yes, then so be it." Sir Michael Lagan chased through the pictures on the wall to the stairs, holding the frame and panting. He glanced fearfully at the tall man at the end of the corridor. The empty canvas in the huge picture frame did not chase any further, but shouted from behind Tom, "Just pray that you will not be discovered!"

"As you say." Tom shrugged and walked up the stairs. The castle at night was extremely quiet. Only the faint wind and birdsong outside came intermittently, and Sir McColagan's voice became smaller and smaller behind Tom.

"Be careful when you go out at night! I don't want to report the murder of the student to the principal..."

Tom smiled, and his pace was lighter.

He walked leisurely through the corridors and stairs of Hogwarts Castle. At night, students and teachers were resting, but the castle did not rest. Those moving stairs that changed positions all the time were in the middle of the night. They will also repeat their work, and the arrival of Tom, the guest makes them even more excited.

Unlike the thrilling night tours in night clothes that Alphad or other mischievous students are accustomed to, Tom made all preparations two weeks before departure. A week ago, he let Avery and Carlo two Individuals threw big dung eggs into the corridor in front of Ogg. The angry Ogg arranged for the confinement punishment of clearing the prize showroom in the evening, and Ogg's daily patrol route had been collected and sorted out bit by bit by other students. At this moment, Ogg is closing the prize showroom, carefully locking it, and then patrolling in the direction of Quidditch Stadium, then the Forbidden Forest, Black Lake, and Hogwarts Castle, starting from Gryffindor, and finally It's Ravenclaw's turn.

"It looks like I won't see Mr. Ogg within two hours," Tom looked even a little regretful. He shrugged, leaned on the corridor handrail at the entrance of the curse classroom and looked at the scenery for a while, confirming the entire castle. After there was no one in the middle, Tom raised his leg and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower. “I hope the school can find another portrait and listen to the password at the entrance of the Ravenclaw Lounge. After all, the password door that doesn't know the answer is too It's inconvenient."

When he reached the end of the corridor, he jumped up and jumped over the two unconnected stairs. After a while, he reached the Ravenclaw Tower. Only then did Tom put away the appearance of walking in the courtyard, cautiously. Passing by the door of Professor Sykes' office, there are still lights on in her office! Tom has always had a strange instinct. Although the deans of the Hogwarts colleges are powerful wizards, he feels that Professor Sykes is even more difficult. In his heart, he even surpassed Dumbledore and became Hogwarts. The role I most want to provoke.

"I don't know what she is doing so late..."

Tom tiptoed over, and the entrance to the Ravenclaw Lounge was in front-a thick solid wood board nailed an exquisitely carved bronze knocker.

"Why are you here?"

The door knocker changed to a mysterious and mysterious question today. It has always favored such questions as "who are you", "where do you come from", and "where are you going". Tom is poking his teeth. He would rather door knockers. Ask him what the third law of thermodynamics is.

"Uh, I'm here to find the meaning of life."

"Can you find the meaning of life here now?"

If it is a Ravenclaw student here, it would be strange that the knocker would only say yes or no according to the answer after asking a question, but the only time Tom came here, he experienced the process of chatting with the knocker, but he didn't feel that Strangely, he raised his eyebrows and said, "We can strengthen our understanding of life from the affairs we experience anywhere and at any time. My experience constitutes me."

The doorknocker seemed to be stuck and stopped talking. Tom looked at it expectantly. After touching the doorknocker, he was very interested in this intelligent magical creation, so he looked up a lot of information, and finally actually A description of the door knocker was found in Slytherin's secret room.

"Roina Ravenclaw is the greatest alchemist of this era. As the smartest wizard in the world, she believes that her wisdom should be used in more critical places, and the action of'recalling' when thinking about problems is undoubtedly It was a huge waste of her brain power.

At the same time, Ravenclaw, who is good at alchemy and memory magic, made such a magic prop-a sparkling crown studded with gems (the high-clarity emerald as the eagle's body was given to her by me). This crown carries all of Ravenclaw's knowledge except life experience, and she uses it to fit her needs. The bronze ring on her wrist can save a lot of time, although I think it is A meaningless work, but when I heard that the crown and bracelet can be used by others, I am still very surprised. This is almost a "horcrux" in another sense. Perhaps it is more reasonable to call it a "memory" ——Unfortunately, this treasure only exists in legends.

Soon after it was completed, before the other three of us had time to try it, the crown was lost. After a meal, Rowena told me that it might have been taken by his daughter (I suspect Rowena did not make it at all. With such a magic item, she just didn't want to face failure, so she made up an excuse that it was stolen... I hope Rowena will not see this passage).

But to be honest, according to Rowena's theory, it cannot increase people's wisdom like the rumors. Simple stacking of knowledge can't save the fool's IQ. At least a single crown can't do this. "

Tom looked at the knocker with fiery eyes, it trembled, and after a while he continued to speak, "I'm just asking, why are you here so late?"

"Hahaha, I said, you probably won't ask this kind of question in the middle of the night." Now it's Tom's turn to get stuck. He took a deep breath and squeezed a smiley face and said, "After talking to you last time, I I am so interested in you who have no less wisdom than the wizards... well, the knocker is very interested, so I took time to see you tonight, hoping to learn something from here."

"You? Learn something with a knocker?"

"Yes." Tom nodded.

"Are men all such rhetoric?"

"No, I just respect the wise."

"Do you think I am a wise man?"

"Yes."

"So, do you still think so?" Suddenly, a group of dim white light lit up on the big plank where the door knocker was installed, and a huge phantom rushed out of the door plank and hit Tom. Tom watched the white. The phantom rushed towards him and passed through it again. Before he could even pull out his wand, he could only turn his head stiffly, feeling an unbearable chill all over his body.

He turned his head and saw a tall ghost lady floating in the air, looking down at him blankly.

She wore a thin skirt with an old style and intricate lace. She didn't see the original color. She had a round face, but her cheekbones were slightly high, her eyebrows were long and thin, her nose was high, and her eyes were full of sorrow. From the very young when she died, a long hair was draped behind her head, and a few strands of broken hair were bent down in front of her forehead. She retracted her eyes, looked up at the bronze knocker nailed to the wooden board, and appeared in front of Tom in an instant.

"Do you still think so?" She looked at Tom with a shocked face, and asked softly, the sadness in her eyes became more intense.

"Miss? Are you a ghost?" Tom asked.

"Yes, you are talking to a humble ghost who can't survive. Do you still think it has wisdom?" Ms. Ghost shook her head, preparing to fly away, but Tom's next sentence stopped her drifting away. .

"Then it makes sense, miss, I would say that even if a magical creation uses the most subtle alchemy, it shouldn't be so wise," Tom looked at Ms. Ghost thoughtfully and complimented." So in fact, you are behind the door knocker, right? This makes sense. Its language is not determined by itself. With such a clever brain as you, it makes sense to say those aphorisms."

"You..." Ms. Ghost stopped and looked at Tom. For thousands of years, few wizards have come back to care about these humble ghosts who escaped from death, let alone the forbidden ghosts established by Hogwarts in recent years. She hadn't spoken more than ten words to a living person for thousands of years when she came into contact with the little wizard's rules, and hearing such an insincere compliment today was enough to surprise her, "Do you really think so? "

"Yes, I think so." Tom nodded, he had guessed who the lady standing opposite was.

"I'm the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, my name was Helena Ravenclaw during my lifetime, and hello."

Helena stretched out her right hand, looked at Tom condescendingly, and showed her back to him.

Tom raised his eyebrows, to be honest, he had only heard of this etiquette.

"Hello, it's my honor to know you." He lowered his head, his mouth showed a curve, and he ignored the fact that he was facing a ghost. Instead, he held Helena's hand in the air and lowered his head. I stuck it with the tip of his nose. Because the ghost has no substance, Tom could only feel that his face was splashed with some extremely cold liquid, and couldn't help but shiver.

He raised his head, feeling that Helena looked much lighter, and Tom asked, "Are you the daughter of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"..." Helena stared at Tom coldly as if she had been stepped on her tail, and after a while she replied, "Yes, I am Ravenclaw's daughter."

"Coincidentally, I understand your pain." Tom chuckled. "As Ms. Ravenclaw's daughter, you must be suffering? Obviously no worse than your own mother, but under her aura, you still don't have yourself. Name——I know a gentleman whose brother is the hottest wizard now~www.mtlnovel.com~ Everyone said that he would use XX's younger brother instead, and his name will always be called the elder brother's younger brother. Behind him, so he broke his brother's nose."

Seeing Helena's face changed, Tom felt a little nervous. He was about to give Helena a strong medicine directly. He secretly prayed that Helena's favorability could rise.

"Do you think I am not worse than my mother?" Helena became transparent, and she muttered to herself, "In all these years, except for her, you are the first one I have ever said like this. people."

"Did you chat with me here last time?" Tom asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it's me." Helena nodded.

"Then my opinion is still the same as that day," Tom confided, "Everyone has something they are good at. Maybe your mother is more famous and knows more, but in the field you are good at, you must do it. She doesn't have to be worse."

"I know you are comforting me," Helena lowered her head and shook her head with a sad expression. "Actually, I know it myself, if I really have the wisdom of my mother, how could I go- —"

Her voice stopped abruptly. Looking behind Tom, Tom quickly extinguished the fluorescent curse in his hand, and Professor Sykes's door suddenly opened. Jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 151 Ravenclaw's daughter Green Reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort To automatically jump, please click [Jump]

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