My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 227

"What is metaphysical?"

The corners of Tom's mouth curled up, showing a crazy grin, and let out a "Jie Jie Jie Jie" laugh, "It sounds like you have a lot of research on philosophy, come and tell me."

"It suddenly occurred to me that there are some termites on the roots of the yew," Rowena's voice sounded at the right time, "I'll go and see...Take care of Nagini by the way, you guys will be busy."

"No!"

The small vine covered with tender leaves took the two bottom leaves as feet and jumped on the spot, then went into the small hole under the feet and disappeared.

[Tom, you wait for me to explain. Actually, I was really looking for a pen just now. You know, I have finished my homework, so I put the pen a little deeper. 】

"is it?"

Tom pressed one hand on the back of the reclining chair under Nelson, and flicked the other with his wand, dragging a long tone.

Immediately afterwards, another line of text appeared below Nelson's defense: "I'm wondering if I still want to attack Ravenclaw's crown."

Nelson raised his head in surprise, and was about to open his mouth to say something. Tom turned his wand upside down quickly and pointed it at Nelson. A swift modified choker spell stuck Nelson's mouth tightly.

Nelson was brought down from the chair by the impact of the curse. He quickly got up, secretly afraid, and he was still unaccustomed to keeping his mouth shut. Animagus' preparations almost gave up all his efforts.

The first step in practicing Animagus is to hold a single leaf of Mandela grass in his mouth, and hold it from the full moon to the next full moon. Although some people think that you can eat and sleep while shouting the leaves, Nelson He felt that it was pure nonsense. He had tested it before and swallowed a total of 14 mint leaves as experimental products in two days.

So Nelson finally decided to close his mouth with the leaves in his mouth, thanking the magic, so that he would not starve to death in the process.

[Are you crazy? 】

Nelson sat back on the recliner with a grateful look, nodded, and swiftly wrote: [She herself is here, you have also seen it, and we can't bear the dryad alone. 】

"I know, but the tree spirit is the tree spirit, and she is her."

The slender, sharp, and slanted text immediately appeared on Nelson's small blackboard.

After writing this sentence, Tom pulled a chair, sat down next to Nelson, and laughed and cursed, "This is your philosophy? I might as well go to the pig's head bar and listen to Aberforth's story about his assault on Dumbledore. ."

[She is indeed not a tree spirit, but the tree spirit is already her. Nelson shook his head and continued to write, [Not to mention, if she really is Ravenclaw, then this crown is not a thing of no one. 】

"In fact, Ravenclaw's daughter has given me the ownership of it, and..." Tom's brushstrokes paused, and his mouth loudly criticized Nelson for taking medicine without notice, while continuing to write "And she is not Ravenclaw himself, the biggest question now is why she appears here, and whether we can beat her."

[I think this may have something to do with me. Nelson put her head on the back of the chair, leaned back, and recalled, [The tree spirit was about to break us one by one. In order to separate me and my gadgets, she chose to draw me closer to the illusion. 】

"There is such a thing," Tom nodded. "So Aberforth's Butterbeer is a fake from Knockoff Alley? No wonder it tastes so good."

[If you really can't make up nonsense, discuss the course with me. Nelson gave Tom a blank look, and continued to write, [At that time, I saw through the essence of that tree spirit's hypocritical soul. I didn't expect it to draw me so close to her soul! I had no choice but to push the boat along the water and sent it into the illusion with the lost fog. As a result, its fragile skin was quickly eaten up by the fog. What woke up was Roina, who thought it was his own, hiding in the depths of his soul Ravenclaw. 】

"I don't think it's a fake. Butterbeer is just a drink, not a brand, let alone it tastes better." Tom said to himself, seemingly already in the play, and he waved his sleeves. , The blackboard returned to a clean state, and Tom's words quickly surfaced, “I'll just say how to beat that tree spirit to become more powerful? You did the co-authoring?”

[I didn't do it. ] Nelson denied it, [I can see that this Rowena was really surprised when he saw me, but she shouldn't be so surprised-so I think she should be more surprised than me. After all, memory This kind of thing will seem unthinkable when it comes to life. 】

"So that's it..."

Tom nodded and fell silent.

Nelson went on to write: [I think your thinking has fallen into a misunderstanding. You are always thinking about whether you can beat her, but never thought about whether she would give you the crown. 】

"Will you?" Tom murmured, furrowing his brows and looking complicated in his eyes. "Will she be willing?"

"What do you want?" Royna gasped and asked briskly. Although the camp is not close to the purple shirt, she shouldn't feel tired no matter how much a vine is attached. It can only be said that she is also a bit deep in the play. Two leaves squeezed out of the small hole on the ground, and supported the ground to throw up the cane below. She waved the leaves and asked, "How's the philosophy talk? I didn't bother you?"

"No no." Tom shook his head.

"That's good," the cane twisted. If the vine has a head, this action should be "turn your head and look at Nelson" and said, "Really, except for just coming out and turning around, Nagini is still I'm too weak to wake up, is this really okay?"

[No problem, her human soul does not match the snake's body. This is a normal situation. I have checked that this is a state similar to hibernation and is suitable for holding grass. If this can be considered a problem, we will later It may be a disaster. Nelson finished a sentence quickly and raised the blackboard.

"Isn't it?" Rowena asked back and looked at Tom again. "By the way, I'm still curious, what did you just say you want? Of course, if it's inconvenient, just forget it."

"Nothing," Tom shrugged and thought for a moment. He didn't tell the truth, but said softly, "I'm talking about that tree, I'm a little curious, I don't know if it wants it."

"Will... what?"

"Whether it wants to be you." Tom bent slightly and smiled politely. "Sorry, it's offensive."

"Nothing..." The tiny vine trembles, and then grows up sharply, piercing the ground, growing to a height of one person, and the thick vine opens from the middle like a door. Rowena still wears the skirt, and Shi Shi But she walked out from the inside, she smiled, "I'm still used to talking to you like this."

"Your appearance also makes us more cordial." Tom said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Slytherin." Rowena nodded and fell back. The vine that had just split quickly twisted himself into a recliner exactly like the one under Nelson's **** and caught her. "This should be the magic Helga dreams of..."

Tom raised his eyebrows, already familiar with the name Slytherin.

Rowena, who had turned into a human form, had a sufficiently plentiful expression. After sitting down, she looked at Tom and said sternly, "If I were it, I would not want it."

"Do you think it will be willing?" Tom asked respectfully.

"This question itself does not hold true," Rowena gently tapped on the still-lived handrails grown from rattans, stroked the green leaves of the trees, and said softly, "Wishness itself needs to be based on choice, at least it needs Give people two options of'willing' and'unwilling'."

[Have she never faced a choice? ] Nelson raised the blackboard in his hand.

"Of course," Rowena nodded, "By the way, I like the "she" you use. I think she is more than just a plant."

[After all, she has your appearance and knowledge. 】

"You know I'm not referring to this." Rowena shook his head. "I never gave her anything. In fact, I really woke up after meeting you. Before that, I was just Rowena. A memory left by Ravenclaw."

"The purple shirt is really a kind of magical tree, especially for wizards, it often represents life and death, and life and death are always the most mysterious magic," Rowena looked at Tom, "Slytherin, yours The magic wand is made of yew wood, and you should probably also understand... When Helena put the crown on the dead tree stump, the whole tree had been dead for a long time. There was only a little bit of bark connected to a little bit of dirt. Poor survival chances."

"It... is she the same stump back then?" Tom asked.

"That's right, a young sprout survived forcibly with the nutrients delivered by that small piece of bark, probably to avoid the storm that was too violent for her. She chose to grow on the inner side of the dead tree stump. It's a coincidence. Passed through the crown by accident. But where did the little bark convey the nutrients enough for her to grow up? This young sapling chose the nutrients that she shouldn't draw the least, but that was her last hope-from then on , She has no choice."

【magic? 】

"Yes, magic," Rowena nodded and sighed, "I was muddled back then, and the crown was constantly escaping magic. Of course, I think it should be my forging technology that has a problem. Relying on these contains memories. Yew has survived with difficulty, but all the magic she drew comes from me. The knowledge of the world depends entirely on my memory-when a person lives in my memory since childhood, then she is me ."

"Have you never thought of telling her all this?"

"Slytherin, didn't you hear the sentence I just said,'I only really woke up after meeting you'?" Rowena curled his lips, fiddled with the leaves on his hand, and accidentally took the leaves. Pulling it out, the two people who met did not notice. She secretly stuffed the leaves behind the chair and mocked, "To be honest, I was a magic item before, and I shouldn't be Rowena Raven. Crowe, I also want to pursue myself."

"Uh... sorry." Tom sat up straight, but Rowena waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"You want me to return my independent personality to her? Although I may not owe her anything," Rowena teased, casting a fascinating look at Tom, "I didn't expect the descendants of Salazar With this kind of consciousness, you can ask your little friend to do this kind of thing, and let him wash her lost fog, but have you ever thought about a problem?"

"what?"

"If you strip away the memory of Rowena Ravenclaw in her soul, she will have nothing. What is the difference between killing her?"

"I……"

"Think about it carefully, taking advantage of your little friend turned into a dumb, taking advantage of the opportunity to quietly think about the problem, use your little head, think about it," Rowena gave a meaningful smile. "If you can think of a reasonable and feasible solution, I will fulfill your wish."

"My wish?" Tom was puzzled.

"Didn't you want this crown?" Rowena raised his eyebrows and brushed the fluffy hair at the beginning. A crown studded with gems was shining in the scattered sunlight in the forest.

"If you can prove your wisdom, Slytherin, you will be my choice."

Rowena on the rocking chair smiled and closed his eyes. Her black hair gradually grew longer, and green leaves grew from the tips of her hair, wrapping herself up like a willow tree. Then, the rocking chair merged with the person lying on it. A tall and straight yew tree with no branches until the canopy rises from the ground~www.mtlnovel.com~ The next second, a breeze blows, this yew tree is like a pile of foam, turning into green leaves , Mixed into the wind, disappeared.

"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," Tom quietly stared at the silver crown on the rocking chair, licked his lips, and asked, "Gnar, do you think this magic can be learned?"

"I think it can be similar. For example, how about you becoming a small silver ball rolling around?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "You can give the enemy a hard shot while running."

At the edge of the forest, two young men met.

They have the same youthful face, the same pale skin, the same muddy boots and the same dusty exotic attire. From the time they disembarked at the pier, the two of them had been one after the other, neither too close nor too far apart. .

"Mr., what are you doing in the forests of Albania?" The young man in front finally lost his breath, stopped, and questioned the man behind him.

"Find someone... but it seems to be a step late."

"Oh? The person you are looking for in the forest?"

"My family."

"It's a coincidence, so am I." The young man in front stepped forward, walked into the shadow under the tree, and turned around vigilantly, "Since it's late, why not go back?"

"What's your name?" The person behind did not answer his question.

"My name is Troca," the young man asked rhetorically, loosening his neckline, revealing two pairs of sharp fangs, "how about you?"

In front of him, the shameless young man with impressive eyes twitched the corner of his mouth and replied, "My name is Bogin Bok."

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