My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 272

The days after the prom passed quickly and slowly.

The first round of the Triwizard Tournament is approaching. When such a big event is about to happen, no one's heart is inactive. Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of the competition. The excitement brought by the dance will soon be waiting for the year. It was exhausted. Fortunately, even with the fingers off, the few days from the prom to the start of the event did not take long.

For the vast majority of young wizards, these days, their mentality has quickly changed from the excitement at the beginning to anxiety, especially when the students of Durmstrand and Bussbatten are more After joining the teaching activities at Hogwarts, they soon saw outstanding students born under a different training method from their alma mater.

"This Margaret is amazing..."

In a transformation class arranged in Quidditch Stadium, when Margaret directed the deformed stone soldiers to join McGonagall's wizard chess board and direct them to use a spell to defeat McGonagall's chess piece, The surrounding students exclaimed: "The wizard chess I conjured can only slide on the ground. The best one is to swing a sword to release magic from the products of Transfiguration. How does she do it?"

"Maybe Boothbarton's content of Transfiguration is different from ours? But we are in seventh grade, why haven't we been exposed to these contents?" A seventh-grade Hufflepuff student was a little confused, "Isn't it possible that I didn't do it well before." Attend a class?"

"I haven't heard of it either." This is a Ravenclaw with a good grade. "Could it be that only Boothbatten can teach this kind of polymorphism that turns magical creatures?"

"If that's the case, isn't it that Riddle, who didn't even go to sixth and seventh grades, has no advantage," another Hufflepuff expressed his worries. "Even if she can only transform a soldier, she is pretty Hit two with one person."

"Riddle won't make a round trip, right?" The Ravenclaw thought was even more pessimistic.

"What are you talking about, as long as the Warriors do not lose their ability to move, they must participate in the three competitions. The most points are the bottom," said the Hufflepuff at the beginning. "Besides, you don't know Slytherin. Was the fifth-grade Williams? I heard that his transfiguration is quite powerful. Since Riddle can be selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must be no different."

"You haven't seen it with your own eyes, but I saw this Margaret with my own eyes," his Ravenclaw companion retorted. "It would be fine if I were to be a warrior, at least...at least I am not afraid of her! "

"Come on, you didn't even dared to throw your registration card into the Goblet of Fire in the end. What's the point of saying these words now?" A Ravenclaw who had just dug up a pile of soil said disdainfully, "You are too self-righteous, I His younger brother is a member of the Riddle Club. His strength is recognized. The winner of the Triwizard Tournament must be Hogwarts."

This "Giant Wizard Chess" is a quiz specially set up by McGonagall for the seventh grade students. The content is to use the clay on the court to make steel chess pieces and confront McGonagall's pre-set wife and two armies, mainly to test their deformation. The ability of large objects, the degree of understanding of the structure and movement of the human body, and the ability to change the material.

Hearing these whispers, McGonagall, who was standing on the sidelines, narrowed her eyes and looked at the "magic soldiers" made by Margaret from the clay on the side of the Quidditch stadium. After a while, she waved to Margaret. .

Frowning and said, "Miss Sagan, you are not a transfiguration technique."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," Margaret admitted generously, "but the magic I use to turn clay into soldiers is polymorphism, isn't it?"

"But..." McGonagall was silent for a moment, "They only seem to have changed their shape, the specific structure, movements, and the spells—"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall," Margaret explained. "It has something to do with my own magic. Any magic I use will end up like this, but I swear that it was not my intention."

McGonagall waved his hand, and the steel soldier made by Margaret walked towards her tremblingly. She put her hand on the soldier's lowered head. After a while, she could see the essence of the matter. Apart from the material and the shape, the soldier was nothing. The product of Transfiguration, it seems to have generated basic intelligence, and made those actions driven by a kind of magical power similar to the Imperius Curse.

As for the magic power, McGonagall found that the soldier in this statue seemed to have a slight connection with Margaret. The magic power should come from her, but she clearly saw that Margaret used only one spell, and it was indeed a transformation. curse.

This confused McGonagall.

"I suggest you look for an experienced doctor or a powerful wizard," McGonagall looked at Margaret up and down, and seriously suggested, "I heard that you have the ability to influence other people's thinking. This is not one by one. A good thing, it means you can't control your magic well.”

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall," Marguerite nodded. "Mr. Nicole May has prescribed medicine for me. With his help, my condition is much better."

"Nicole May?" McGonagall frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't know what Maconstance thinks of letting an already weak student participate in this dangerous competition."

Marguerite smiled and did not speak.

"Go ahead, Margaret," McGonagall said without looking up, holding up the notebook, "I will keep it secret from your classmates for you, but for your transformation, I can only pass one pass. ."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"While you are at Hogwarts, you can go to the school hospital to see Miss Joey. She is the best doctor in the world." McGonagall nodded and called the next student to step onto the chessboard.

After class, when everyone saw McGonagall's points, they couldn't help but become pessimistic.

"Does even McGonagall have to use scoring to suppress Margaret? Her transformation skills are so perfect..."

"It seems that she also has no faith in our warriors."

"You are really asking Hanako to **** the Minister of Magic's heart."

Hearing these remarks, McGonagall paused in her footsteps. She didn't explain anything, but hurriedly left the Quidditch arena, how uncomfortable she was in this place.

"Margaret, they are looking for you."

The boy who had been waiting outside the court stopped Margaret.

Seeing her two younger brothers, Margaret came forward to chat for a few words, and then went to the principal's office together.

"Warriors, good afternoon."

It turned out that Sigmund was greeted here. Tom and Durmstrang's warrior Ludwig had arrived early. In addition, there were three commissioners from the Ministry of Magic of the Three Kingdoms and an old acquaintance of Tom.

"It looks like they are all here, then, in accordance with the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, in order to ensure that the three warriors can have a stable performance in the afternoon game," Sigmund smiled and asked the Tom behind him. An old acquaintance of "We have invited Mr. Garrick Ollivander, one of the three major wand-making masters in Europe, to inspect the wand for you. He comes from the oldest wand-making family in the world."

"In fact, I don't think this is necessary. After all, how can someone who can become a warrior not love his wand?" Ollivander floated out like a ghost, staring at the ghostly silvery white. The pupil said excitedly, "But Grigovich and Garcia and I have not seen each other for several years. To see their wands today is as excited as meeting old friends. I believe that you are like this. Excellent wizards should get their best works."

"You are absurd." Ludwig lowered his head, holding the wand in both hands and handing it to Ollivander's hand.

"Oh?" Ollivander took Ludwig's wand, which is a bit thicker than most wands. A silk wand sleeve is placed on the grip. The black wand body is shiny. It seems that Ludwig must always cherish it very much. Ollivander took out a watchmaker's usual glasses from his pocket and clamped it in front of him, and carefully looked at this wand with a different style from his own. “It looks like this is Grigovich's works."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, this was given to me by my father ten years ago."

"Can your little wizard be able to have a wand at such a young age?" Ollivander raised his hand, and a white glove flew out of his pocket and put it on his hand. When he was ready, he started to check this one. Magic wand, "Oh... the heartstring of the dragon, this is Grigovich's favorite core material. He finally likes to use this kind of magic-enhancing material, and always wants to make the most powerful magic wand, but He rarely considers whether wizards are suitable."

"I use it quite smoothly, sir."

"That's because you are strong enough to control it, not to mention that you have been using it ten years ago. It's weird if it doesn't go smoothly." Ollivander's pocket kept flying out of tape measure, vernier caliper, test paper and like a treasure chest. Various measuring instruments reminded Tom of Nelson's pocket, “Thirteen inches, as a wizard, he should avoid this number, but Grigovich has always believed in evil... The material is... eh? Wood, no, if I remember correctly, isn't aspen wood white? How did you make it black?"

"I hit the beeswax to protect the wand, sir."

"This is a good habit," Ollivander raised his wand and shook it gently. "Clear water is like a spring."

A spray of water rushed into the sky, marking a perfect fountain.

Ollivander put away the wand and returned it to Ludwig. "Mr. Kant, your wand is well maintained."

"Thank you." Ludwig put away his wand and put it in his pocket.

"Who is next?"

"Let me do it."

Marguerite took a step forward, drew a slender white wand from the cuff, and handed it to Ollivander.

"Is Garcia still customizing wands for customers with their own materials these years?" Ollivander took the wand and asked curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander," Marguerite nodded, "This is the magic wand that Mr. Garcia customized for me when I entered school. The wood is the beech my mother planted when I was born, and the core is The hair of a unicorn I met when I was young."

"I have to say that this is a fairly normal set of materials chosen by Garcia." Ollivander was even a little shocked, "I thought he would only use some weird materials."

"Mr. Garcia always believes that the most suitable for customers is the best. Maybe I am suitable for this ordinary material." Marguerite shook her head and watched Ollivander use her magic wand to transform flowers. "I like this magic wand very much, it's like my family."

"Well, this is what the wandmakers want to see most. The wizard regards the wand as his family." Ollivander handed the wand back. "Your wand is well maintained, Miss Sagan."

"Thank you." Margaret retracted her wand and stepped aside.

"Next it's your turn, Mr. Riddle," Ollivander turned his head, staring at Tom with piercing eyes. "I still remember that day when you and Mr. Williams came to my shop together from here. Picked away that extraordinary wand, I remember everything that happened that day clearly..."

"Mr. Ollivander, I also remember it clearly," Tom flicked his sleeves, and the wand that had been with him for many years appeared in his hand, and his thoughts were pulled back to the afternoon when he walked into Diagon Alley full of hope. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "Yew, Phoenix's tail feathers, thirteen and one-half inch."

Tom raised his hand, and the wand was suspended in the middle of his hand, slowly flying towards Ollivander.

"Yes, yes, you remember very clearly," Ollivander took the wand happily. "Although I have devoted all my efforts to every wand I make, they are like my children, but Your root is undoubtedly one of my favorite children."

"You love it so much," he put his glasses close to the wand, admiring the unique ornate texture of the yew wood, "it is almost as intact as it was when he left my shop, and even more beautiful."

After the inspection, Ollivander waved his magic wand, and a rainbow appeared in the air of the principal's room, which was very bright under the shining of the sun outside the window.

Tom smiled, and he remembered the advice Nelson made for him when he got the wand.

"It would be great if you fly up and spray a rainbow under your robe."

"It seems that you have many wonderful memories of it," Ollivander smiled and put the wand back into Tom's hand. "Your wand is in good condition, I said, you three don't need me to check it. Magic wand."

"Thanks for your hard work," Sigmund nodded and looked at the three warriors. "You are about to meet the first challenge. It may be unexpected, it may be difficult, it may be complicated, or it may be dangerous, you Are you ready?"

Tom and Margaret nodded their heads, while Ludwig straightened up in front of the principal.

"When I see you, I think of when I was young, but you are much better than when I was younger," Sigmund raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall. "I hope you enjoy this wonderful experience. game."

(https://)

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Mobile version reading URL:

Chapter end