My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 222

The lost fog surged, stretched out countless large and small hands to drag the woman into it, Nelson followed and watched all this with cold eyes. The lost fog had the effect of eroding memory. Under the erosion of their army, the woman was His long skirt disappeared like dissolution, revealing a green body covered with wood textures underneath that was unevenly concave and convex.

Her hypocritical appearance was torn off little by little, her face, eyes, skin, hands and feet... as human parts were gnawed crazily by the fog that feeds on memories, and there was no chance of even a second wailing, and it instantly turned into A piece of decayed and withered wood.

"Sure enough, he is a tree spirit."

Nelson shook his head and stepped forward. He was about to reach out and touch, but he saw that the tree stumps in front of him suddenly grew taller, and soon became obscured by the sky. Shin's walls surrounded Nelson.

He turned his head in amazement, but found that a thick and long wooden wall was looking at him silently behind him.

"Interesting..." Nelson nodded and looked at the scene in front of him with interest. This is the third person he has ever seen who can change the environment in a blurry illusion. "Perhaps I haven't escaped the illusion of a dryad."

As soon as the voice fell, as if to respond to him, a light-colored wooden door appeared abruptly in front of him. On the wooden door hung a round doorknocker with an eagle head carved. Besides, it looked like a doorknob. There was nothing like that, and it just appeared there barely.

Nelson took a step forward, grabbed the knocker, and was about to knock--

The door opened.

"Are you one step closer to me?" Nelson shook his head, with a smile on his face, and stepped inside the door.

"There are two kinds of people in the world..."

A sound like a dream echoed in Nelson's ears.

Unlike everything in pure white in the illusion, the space inside the door is no different from the outside world. Although I don't know why the room behind a wooden wall is built with black stone bricks from Hogwarts, Nelson has already felt this strange The scenery was surprised.

It is a small room surrounded by black bricks. The chandelier above is burning with a thick white candle. The flame lights up the whole room through the refraction of many crystals. Nelson looks around. The architecture here Something like the office of Professor Sykes he had been to.

Opposite him, the woman who had just been gnawed by the lost fog a few minutes ago sat at the table, holding a silver quill, writing seriously at her desk, and placing a straight and slender wand with silver hoops casually. At hand, Nelson stood quietly behind her, and for a while, only the sound of the pen tip sliding across the parchment was heard in the room.

After writing a paragraph, she inserted the quill into the ink bottle in front of her, shook her hand, picked up the pen that had just been soaked in ink, and continued to write on the parchment.

"They all have limited knowledge. The first kind of people think that they are all-knowing and omnipotent, but eventually they become truly ignorant. The other kind of people know that they have limited knowledge, but they are more active in seeking..."

She said and wrote, the sentence she had written on the paper when she entered the door.

"Nelson Wiltning Williams." She picked up the silk scarf on the side, covered the nib and sucked the ink, and then carefully inserted the pen into the pen holder in front of her. She sat upright without looking back. Asked, "Which kind of person do you think you are?"

Nelson frowned. He hadn't said his name to the Dryad. He didn't think anyone could guess his full name just by calling Tom "Nal" a few times.

"Just sit down, I should have a lot of chairs here." The woman said casually, "If you don't have one, you can change yourself. I remember your polymorphism should be pretty good."

Nelson stood there without saying a word, without speaking, time passed by. The woman at the desk was still busy cleaning up the desk, seemingly not caring about his answer.

"So what about people without knowledge?"

Nelson did not answer her question, nor did she sit down as she said. He just stood there and looked at her silently. After a while, he asked back.

"Anyone who doesn't have knowledge?" The woman turned around and looked at Nelson calmly. Between her forehead, a delicate crown studded with gems was shining with dazzling brilliance, making Nelson look at it unconsciously. mobile.

Soon, he concentrated and looked at the woman's face. Although he didn't understand what had happened, he was clear in his heart that this woman who seemed to have not changed at all was very different from just now, and that one belonged to Ravenclaw. The crown, at this moment, is exuding intoxicating and alluring magic.

"Very well, it seems that you haven't been seduced by it for too long. This at least proves that you are a somewhat far-sighted person." The woman quietly maintained the movement of sitting on the chair and turning her head back, waiting for Nelson to calm down and wait for the two of them. Her eyes met again, she nodded gently, and answered Nelson's question, "That can't be regarded as a human being. What is the difference between a person without knowledge and a beast?"

"What's the difference with a beast?" Nelson shook his head, with a faint guess in his heart, retorted, "Some people are born without the opportunity to be educated, don't they—"

"You are so wrong," the woman waved her hand and finally made a different gesture. She stared into Nelson's eyes, a pair of black eyes gleaming with a faint silver light. "Many people will have educational experience and possessions. Knowledge is mixed up, but this idea is obviously very wrong."

She shook her head, and Nelson could only feel the surrounding scenery spinning rapidly, and then he found himself sitting on a chair that looked like a wooden plank that had just been cut from a tree. Smelling the scent of tree sap, and the dark-haired woman with the crown was sitting across from him. They were separated by a desk. She was supporting her chin with her crossed hands, and Dumbledore stared at Nelson like Dumbledore.

"I know what you are thinking, a poor farmer, his child may not even recognize the letters, ordinary people always feel that he does not have any commendable knowledge," she blinked and said, "but maybe in this child While learning words, his father taught him how to loosen the soil more effortlessly, how to distinguish good and bad seeds more accurately, how to judge the weather by clouds, and how to designate a planting plan according to the calendar-he may spend his entire life. You are a farmer, but do you dare to say that you have a deeper understanding of planting knowledge than him? Except for the natural ignorant, a tree has knowledge that it can master."

Nelson wanted to say "I dare to say". He read a lot of books about agriculture, but realized that it seemed not a good choice to raise the bar at this time, so he silently swallowed this sentence back.

"You actually want to say'I dare to say'? Hehe," she laughed out as if she knew what Nelson was thinking and thinking. Seeing this, Nelson hurriedly used the brain defense technique and secretly scolded herself for losing her vigilance. Hearing the woman's next sentence, "Occlumency is useless, your thoughts are written on your face! But with all due respect, even if you read more books, your understanding of agriculture will not exceed one. Farmer, you have a pair of hands that have never planed dirt."

Nelson was stern, sitting like sitting in meditation. He closed his eyes and couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in the gourd in front of him. Fortunately, in the illusion, he and Merlin dared to touch the home court.

("If Merlin is alive, I'll assume that I didn't say it." Nelson added secretly.)

"Well, let's get back to business." The woman's tone became serious, "Open your eyes, I think you should know who I am."

Nelson became more and more firm in his guess. Although she did not show her level of magic, her IQ was clearly crushed by the state of needing to be watered to grow taller. He opened his eyes and his gaze became solemn. Understand that sitting in front of him is probably one of the founders of Hogwarts and the first dean of Ravenclaw-Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Of course, you may think I'm pretending, after all, this is what you are good at." The woman put her hand under the table, and when she raised her hand again, she was already holding a small silver lighter, and she looked at the blue one on it. Huo Miao exclaimed, "The young people nowadays are really getting more and more powerful. Do you dare to play with flames of this temperature?"

"I just saved my friend." Nelson took the lighter that the woman handed him and put it in his pocket. He already believed most of the woman's identity. After all, with the strength of a tree, it is difficult to leave the blur. Mirage brings one more thing back.

"Is that blood cursed orc?" Rowena Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "Although I don't really want to say that this is my order, I have to admit that the sapling caught you My friend, it is indeed influenced by me."

Nelson frowned.

"At the same time, I have to apologize to you," Rowena Ravenclaw said with a shame. "Separate the two of you and lie to you to kill each other... Whether it's body or soul, as long as one party believes it, you There is only one person left. I did something similar when I was fourteen. I didn't expect it to be a good one and learn this."

"I think you should have your own reasons for taking Nagini, but we also have the determination to protect our companions." Nelson's tone brought a trace of respect, and backhand returned a soft nail.

"You don't have to be so solemn to talk to me," she shook her head and sighed. "I am not the real Rowena Ravenclaw. It has been a thousand years. With my character, I should be disdainful of using those orders. I survived in a lingering way. I thought I would have died long ago."

"Are you?" Nelson had heard Tom say about Slytherin's speculation about the "memory", and her subsequent words further proved the veracity of this speculation.

"I made my favorite piece of jewellery the carrier of my memory, and I am very clear that I am the memory in it, my memory..." A white haze appeared in Rowena's eyes, like a continuous wave. It's surging, it's hard to think about how many things are carried in this memory, "I am my memory, but I am not me."

Everything in the illusion is so intuitive. In Nelson's feelings, the woman opposite is a behemoth that he has never heard of. It is almost as huge as some buildings in the illusion. You must know that many people have memories of their entire lives. Not enough to get lost in the fog and bite for a few seconds, stuffing teeth.

"Is this really something humans can write down?" Nelson was shocked.

"I've been confused, but that sapling has become me," Rowena's eyes showed a trace of pity. "In its heart, he is the great Ravenclaw. As for why it grows in the ground, it has never been Don't think about it, don't dare to think about it-this also makes it never become Ravenclaw. The infinite desire to explore infinite knowledge is the quality that every Ravenclaw needs to have. In this sense , You should probably enter Ravenclaw."

(Nelson: I think so too.)

"Okay, too much talk..." Rowena slowed down and said softly, "There may be something you need to accept."

"what?"

"I won't let that blood curse orc." Rowena was firm, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

"Why?" Nelson frowned and slowly reached into his pocket.

"You don't have to look at me like that, young Slytherin, I won't hurt her. In fact, I know both of you from her." Rowena didn't care about Nelson's fighting spirit~www.mtlnovel. com~ She continued, "I don't understand why you, as her only companions, haven't found it until today."

"Find what?" Nelson had an ominous premonition.

"There is a malicious soul hidden in her body, it is dormant," Luo Lina said solemnly, "When she is completely beast, then her body will be called the body of the master of this soul walking in the world. ."

"Halpo." Nelson narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but breathe out fragrance, "I'm **"

"what?"

"It's nothing?"

"Oh, I don't care about the last half of your impolite words," Rowena waved his hand and said, "No wonder I couldn't find the memory parasitized by the soul. It turned out to be the famous... Despicable Helbo."

"Do you know him?" Nelson's heart was stained with anger, he clenched his wand tightly, and had forgotten to bring honorific words when speaking.

"Of course I know," Rowena nodded. "In my age, his trivial creations made almost all of us messed up."

"Dementor's chaos?" Nelson asked subconsciously.

"Oh? You still know this, you deserve to be someone who likes history... At that time there was a teacher named Bins in the school. If you were born in that era, you would definitely like him," Rowena's face showed a memory of memories. , "Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, I would have the opportunity to fight him."

"you?"

"Of course, you don't want two people to deal with such a dangerous guy," Rowena said with a smile, "I'll be honest, you are not enough, let alone this is the calamity of the predecessors, why give it to Will future generations suffer?"

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