My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 238

"Oh, Merlin's pants..."

Troca looked ugly at the terrifying creature that was breaking free from the shriveled corpse in front of him. For a while, the surrounding air even dropped a few degrees, which was much more efficient than sucking in cold air. Even as a vampire accustomed to the cold weather, Troca couldn't help but shiver.

　　 "What is this?" He muttered to himself like he had eaten a fly, "I sucked some blood before..."

　　 "Merlin's pants?" In order to find some topic to break the uncomfortable atmosphere, Nagini leaned close to Nelson's ear and asked in a low voice, "Should vampires talk about Dracula's pants?"

　　Nagini didn't deliberately lower his voice. After hearing these words, the expressions of everyone present relaxed, and even Troca's expression was smiled.

　　 But the fun didn't last long. As the Dementor "grew", the surrounding air became colder and colder.

At first, the dementor was wrinkled into a ball, small enough to squeeze out of one's eye sockets, but as more and more bodies were exposed, its wrinkled robe swelled up, as if a skeleton had been born out of thin air. A tattered black robe stood up, and soon became exactly like an ordinary dementor.

Witnessing a decaying monster being given birth by a desperate soul is more shocking than being directly attacked by a dementor. Under the catalysis of a certain evil magic belonging to Bogin Bok, Bruce will do everything else. The nutrient for this dementor's growth may be because it was just born. It does not absorb all the happiness and warmth around it like an ordinary dementor. On the contrary, like the last silence of Bruce's soul, it will let the lifeless emotions wantonly. The ground is like spreading around.

　　Troke's pale complexion became paler, he shook his head and sat down on the ground, too lazy to affect facial nerves, and muttered, "I don't know what it means to be alive."

　　 Dementor's ability to infect emotions is a natural talent. Even people who are not afraid of it will involuntarily be affected by it. Seeing the people around him getting more and more depressed, Tom curled his mouth and waved his wand.

The black snake that had fought with Nelson's silver falcon rushed out of the mud under the corpse and bit the dementor's neck fiercely. When it and everyone on the scene did not react, the black snake violently Retracted and dragged the Dementor into the ground.

"Huh, much better," Nelson sighed and looked at the spot where the black snake rushed out. There was only a large black pit left. Bruce's body had disappeared, and he had fallen into the pit. "I thought it would explode or something big, as a dark wizard, this hand is really gentle."

"Humph." Tom retracted his wand, and a smear of black smoke rose up from the pit. Then, the surrounding leaves and dirt were swept into the pit by a gust of wind, and soon there was only a small unremarkable mound left there. "It's a guy who is really fooled by others, even if he is dead, he is fooled by others like this."

"He should be very unwilling, too." Nagini blinked his eyes while looking at the mound. It may be a few years before the mound will disappear. "Before he died, he would pass on the most important memory. It should be He wants others to avenge him, maybe deep in his heart, he also thinks that the old black businessman is doing bad things."

　　 "So what?" Tom shook his head, half pity and disdain, "It's better to do this kind of thing by yourself."

"Cough cough..." Troca, who had recovered his calm, suddenly cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention. He bit his lip, and said, "Anyone, I have something to do when I return to Albania, so I won't be here to trouble you. You guys, if you go back to London anytime, you can..."

Seeing his own Rory's long-suffering farewell raised Tom's eyebrows higher and higher, Troka stopped immediately, crying and said, “I swear, I will never tell anyone about you, I'm just an ordinary vampire. , I really don't deserve to be involved in this kind of thing... What Helbo, what dark wizard, what Horcrux, I don't know what these words mean!

　　 "You hear a lot." Nelson quipped.

"Oh... Merlin," Troca slapped his forehead, and his entire face collapsed immediately. He muttered a strange language that no one understood, and then said, "I can fix it. If you still don't rest assured, I can accept the Forgetting Curse."

　　 Tom looked at Troca, who was nervous, and only found it interesting, so he asked, "Do you know when people who have been masked will take off their masks?"

"I know!" Troca immediately put on a tragic expression and replied, "When there is no need to pretend, for example, you will feel that there is no need to keep a secret when facing a dead person... Will it satisfy my last wish? Before I die, I want to meet my regular customers, like, like... like Dumbledore, Dumbledore is a regular customer in my shop, and I owe him two bottles of good wine!"

　　 "The back is pretty strong! Don't worry, I won't take you to anything."

Nelson raised his eyebrows. If he was asked to recite the paragraph just now, he would definitely not be able to recite it. He didn't expect Troca to have this kind of memory. He patted Troca on the back and removed him from the chair. Pulling up next to his leg, one hand helped him slap the dust on his body, and the other hand reached into his pocket.

　　 "A forget is nothing."

　　 A white light flashed, and Troka opened his eyes in a daze, rubbing his swollen belly, and staring at the surrounding environment blankly.

Layers of double images appeared in front of him, resisting the desire to vomit, Troka stood at the corner of the table, looking at a plate of russet small wild fruits in the big bowl on the table, and said intermittently, " Albus...After finding the tribe, they will only come for more than half a month. Have I been waiting there?"

　　 "Did you turn him into a fool?" Nagini asked worriedly.

　　 "I overestimated the vampire's defense against magic," Nelson shook his head, "It's okay, he should be just a little trance, I will take him to find someone for treatment."

　　 After that, he dragged Troka's arm and disappeared in place.

　　 "Don't tell me, it looks like Dumbledore." Tom stood aside, silly at the fruit plate on the table.

　　 "It looks like the vampire's defense against magic is pretty strong," Rowena quipped, "Nelson's stupid curse bounced back on Slytherin."

　　 "I'll clean up." Nagini waved his magic wand and dragged the table to the backyard like a beginner.

　　 "Ms. Rowena, can I call you like that?"

　　 Tom leaned on a vine climbing the fence and whispered to Rowena, who was weeding with his back facing him.

Rowena turned his head in confusion, and saw Tom gossip and continued, "A name is a sign. A person can be called by any name. It depends on who he wants to be, or the person who named him wants him to be. Anyone, such as anyone who aspires to be Rowena Ravenclaw, can take such a name for himself."

　　 "Oh?" Rowena put down his **** and tilted his head at Tom with interest. "Slytherin, are you ready to prove your wisdom to me?"

　　 "No, Ms. Rowena, there is no need to prove wisdom," Tom shook his head and looked straight at Rowena's face. "I don't think I have the wisdom that can match you."

　　 "Then what do you want to do?"

"It's still the topic just now. The name represents the expectation of a person, and the surname represents the destiny of this person," Tom said with a serious expression, "What kind of family will a person be born in and what will be arranged? In his life, the last name represents such a destiny, and Ms. Rowena, that's why I don't want to call you Ms. Ravenclaw."

　　 "So what you want to express is that my last name is not Ravenclaw, so what should my last name be?" Rowena was not angry, but asked in a asking tone.

"I think you who have knowledge of Ravenclaw should be able to understand this problem easily," Tom stood up straight and walked towards Rowena. "Compared to Gnar and I to you'Ms. Ravenclaw' You prefer to hear Nagini call you “Ruojina”. This can at least see some of the tendencies in your heart. In the past few days, besides taking care of the deformation of the two of them, I spent more time observing the world. The wisest person."

　　 "What have you observed?" Rowena generously took on the tall hat of "The Wisdom", and there was a hint of joy on his face.

　　 "I noticed that you like eating very much." Tom's face solemnly said something funny in this situation.

　　 As expected, Rowena laughed out loud, she covered her mouth and asked, "Don't anyone like to eat? Maybe the only vampire in this forest doesn't like it."

"No, it's not the same. You give me the feeling that you are like a person who has been hungry for a long time and eats hot food for the first time after many years, or even a person who has never eaten before feels full for the first time. "," said Tom, "I thought it was the result of your thousands of years of loneliness."

"Is not it?"

"But you said yourself that as the memory of the crown, you woke up after being lost in the illusion by Narra," Tom said. "As far as I know, Rowena Ravenclaw made the crown. It should be before the serious illness. If you really wake up at that time, your memory should be fully connected. You may feel that things are human and wrong, but you will never feel the vicissitudes of life. In your emotions, there are marks left by too much time. This should not be It's a memory of reconnection at a breakpoint."

　　 Tom finished a long paragraph in one breath and added, "Moreover, you like to eat because of curiosity about new things and greed for new possessions."

　　 "This is a bit far-fetched." Rowena smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, this is just a preface," Tom nodded, and continued, "The crown is the famous work of Ravenclaw. I have read Slytherin's notes. The time of its existence is relatively early, and you are How do you know about Helena Ravenclaw stealing the crown and sending Barrow to get her back?"

　　 "You are confused, this is what you told me." Rowena waved his hand and said in a perfunctory appreciation, "Although it is a bit far-fetched, you are still thinking."

"I know, this is what I told you specifically," Tom nodded, and this time Rowena finally showed a surprised expression on his face. "I told you there is such a thing, but how would you know about Pakistan? What kind of person is Luo? Ravenclaw arranged and hid his long memories about magic when he was creating the crown. Why did he specifically include his impression of a post-entry Slytherin student in the crown? What about? And after this crown was stolen by Helena and caught in Albania, did Ms. Ravenclaw come to Albania to pay tribute to her daughter?"

　　 "If I refute, how would you convince me?" Rowena spread his hand and asked curiously.

"There are also some, such as watering yourself or something, why do you want to water your memory? Of course, there are some other small details that make the image presented to me by your way of behavior very separate from a memory that has just awakened. "Tom also spread his hands, and the two stood opposite each other like two bear biscuits, looking at each other quietly, "You are just unfortunately chosen."

　　 At the last sentence, Rowena laughed. This was the only sigh she uttered when she saw Bruce's misfortune ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I didn't expect to be remembered by Tom.

"Unfortunate?" Rowena pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't think this is misfortune. Without a crown, how could a dying tree stump grow again? It can even live to the present, possessing powerful magic power and power. A body that can move freely and has the memory of the wisest wizard ever. What is unfortunate about this?"

　　 "So you agree with my conjecture," Tom leaned slightly, retreated into the forest behind him, and said, "Sorry, I'm bothering you."

　　 "Wait." Rowena stopped him.

　　 "Is there anything else? Ms. Rowena." Tom stopped.

　　 "Do you think I agree with your speculation?"

　　 "I believe that a person with Ravenclaw's wisdom will definitely have his own decision."

　　 "Does a person have a decision?" Rowena cleanly found the subject and the guest, and then asked, "Then what do you want?"

"I don't want anything, Ms. Rowena. I did want a crown before, but I only saw its value as a collectible superficially," Tom replied. "I just think that a person with wisdom should own himself. The right to choose."

　　 Seeing that Rowena hadn't moved like a real plant, Tom pursed his lips, turned away quietly, and walked into the depths of the forest.

　　 "Wait." Just when Tom's back was about to disappear, Rowena called him softly.

　　 "What's the matter?" Tom turned his head in confusion. Doesn't this man really want to give the crown to himself?

　　 "Thank you, I like the name Ms. Rowena."

Chapter end