My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 295

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"Children, in this class, each of you will get a crystal ball," Mrs. Crimmans sat cross-legged on the cushion in the center of the classroom, her bohemian-style long skirt spread out on the carpet, brightly colored , Eye-catching and mysterious, the beads and metal accessories collide, making a crisp sound like a wind chime. "In the previous course, we have completely digested some simple divination content, but they are still difficult to be considered as truly reliable. Divination, can someone answer the shortcomings of the divination methods we have learned?"

In the classroom, there was a whistling discussion. Tom and Dwight, who were walking through the crowd with woven bags, distributed the crystal **** prepared by Mrs. Clemence to everyone. They all looked different. Some It is not even a regular spherical shape. These crystal **** are made of natural crystal, which is very different from the uniform shapes on the market.

Myrtle raised her hand.

"Mettle, come on." Mrs. Clemence nodded encouragingly.

"The divination methods we have learned systematically include tea dregs, tarot and clues," Myrtle recalled. In divination class, except for Nelson, who made up every day but had very good grades, she was a well-deserved king. "The observing tea dregs is a divination method that can only be used for interpretation, but it cannot limit the content we want to divination at the beginning. We can only passively read the guidance given to us by fate. It has a complete set of divination magic in the East, but After tea was introduced to Europe, this kind of divination magic did not follow."

"Yes," Mrs. Cremans nodded in agreement. "The interpretation of tea we have learned is incomplete, and even the varieties of tea are not complete."

Nelson saw Alphad raised his eyebrows, as if he was preparing for this class for the first time.

"Tarot can predict the events that the fortuneteller thinks, but according to the permutation and combination, each way of placing cards has a fixed number of combinations, but the events in life have various bizarre developments," said Myrtle Faster and faster, she is usually like two people, "Therefore, it may happen that the same two things are used for divination with tarot, the result of the divination is the same, but the direction of the event is completely different in the end."

"Very well, add ten points to Ravenclaw." Mrs. Clemence nodded in satisfaction, and looked around the classroom. Tom and Dwight had distributed the crystal **** and were returning to their seats. She saw Tom divided the last two crystal **** with Nelson, and continued, "The crystal ball fortune-telling we are about to come into contact with was the earliest way for the Celtics to understand fate. In prehistoric Britain, there existed a group of Drews who mastered magic. Yi, they are the earliest prototypes of wizards. Therefore, the history of crystal ball divination predates wizards, but the precise crystal ball magic was invented by wizards in the Middle World."

Tom was boringly rolling the crystal ball on the mat, only to see Nelson on the side holding a shabby notebook and struggling to write.

"Aren't you a prophet? Still listening to this?"

"This is the history of magic, Tom." Nelson didn't write very well, and simply put the crystal ball under the book.

"I believe many people are curious, why don't I let you prepare the crystal ball by yourself," Mrs. Crimmans said slowly, "In fact, previous students have always prepared them by themselves, but I think the effect is not good. Because customers who don't understand the nature of divination always like to use good or bad as a criterion to choose their own crystal balls, this will cause every fifth grade student to buy a lot of fake and shoddy products made of glass."

"This is the history of magic? Isn't this the history of druids?" Tom puzzled. "Aren't all the myths that are stained with 'prehistoric'?"

"That's not necessarily true," Nelson shook his head. "I have a friend who is like a druid, and even if it is a fairy tale, there is a hidden archetype of true history."

"Oh." Tom nodded thoughtfully and began to listen carefully to the knowledge he had already read.

Soon, Mrs. Crimmans's preparation before class was over. Ten minutes later, she finally began to teach the students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin to inject magic into the crystal ball and roughly interpret the content.

"When you bind your mind to the crystal ball and connect your soul to this sensitive medium, you will see mists from the future rise in the crystal ball, and they will resonate with the strongest thoughts in your heart. , And gradually condensed into an appearance closely related to the future." Mrs. Crimmans' words are mysterious and mysterious, and they are all words such as "binding, connecting, and resonance", and there is not even a spell, like a person who has just learned to speak. Children babble, in fact, wizards' exploration of fate is no different from babble as a child.

Tom is very good at training. Although he doesn't have any illusions about the prophet who transcends the innate, the divination class has always been one of his most interested courses. His expression is a little excited. In the light green beryl crystal ball, a few strands are erratic. The white mist twists and is constantly being molded into different shapes.

Nelson followed his example, putting his hand on the crystal ball.

At the moment when he touched the crystal ball, he shrank his eyes and shrank his hand like an electric shock.

The big action even alarmed the people around him. Tom turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"The mist from the future?" Nelson shook his head, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball in front of him, "I should have learned about crystal ball divination earlier."

Tom followed Nelson's gaze, and saw that in the pale golden crystal ball, the solid white fog formed the silhouette of a modern city. His eyes were quickly drawn from the sky above the city and projected to a heavily guarded building on the corner of the street. Before, it was a bank, and green snakes were opening the manhole cover in front of the bank, spitting letters, and the small eyes looking at the door were full of greed.

"Is it your lost fog?" Tom asked suspiciously, "It looks like—"

"Yes, it is there. Although I don't understand the principle, the crystal ball seems to have opened a crack connecting the illusion, allowing the mist to escape," Nelson stared at the vipers who wanted to climb into the bank. They had already gathered. A lot of them, entangled with each other and crowded the corners, like a ball of wool that has been cut short.

"What's happening here?"

"Help me watch, Tom, I'll come as soon as I go."

After that, Nelson closed his eyes and dropped his head.

Tom looked around and found that Mrs. Clemence, who was answering questions, was approaching here. He grabbed Nelson's two hands, placed them on the crystal ball in front of him, and adjusted his posture again. Divination is generally serious.

After doing all this, he threw out the wand hidden in his sleeve and cast a petrification spell against Nelson.

At this moment, Mrs. Clemence just came to the two of them.

"Bug, you crossed the line."

Helbo is very happy today. A few hours ago, while lying on the ground lamenting his fate, he suddenly smelled a tempting fragrance. The fragrance disturbed his mind. After careful identification, he thought it was exactly The "Blood mixed with the aroma of flowers and grain produced by brass" exudes from the sage stone recorded in the "Book of Jewish Abraham".

"Did I transfer it?" Although there is still a long way to go before his faithful prediction comes true, Helbo still believes that this is because fate sees him too hard and gives him a chance to return to the world. "Although I am a little bit I can't figure it out, but since I discovered it, it's mine!"

Following the smell, Helbo used his dog's nose to press the figure, broke through the heavy fog, and came to a city. He recognized the city—the skyscraper belonging to that violent boy. He carefully searched the sewers, finally Found this heavily guarded building.

The greed for life has destroyed his awe, Haierbo began to summon the snakes with great fanfare, trying to find the loopholes in the building, and kept testing to see if the kid was fishing.

After all kinds of trials, he was sure that Nelson was not in the illusion, this was the opportunity!

Helbo was surrounded by snakes and crawled out of the sewer, standing on the corner of the street, thinking about the wonderful scenery that he ruled the world, his mood was beyond comfort.

But soon, his good mood was destroyed.

"Bug, you crossed the line."

Nelson's voice appeared above his head. Helbo was a wizard who was good at summing up experiences. His numerous confrontations with Nelson made him understand that this young and outrageous wizard was so strong in the illusion that he simply closed his eyes. Just gave up the resistance.

"I knew it…"

Immediately afterwards, he felt a tight throbbing pain in the back of his head. Don't think about it, that kid must have grabbed the back of my old man's head.

Haierbo's guess was good. Nelson pinched the back of his head and slammed it towards the ground. The power and magic of his whole body burst together. Haierbo's head smashed into the sidewalk fiercely, smashing the ground, revealing something full of snakes. sewer.

After Helbo lost his resistance, the poisonous snakes lay in the sewer like dried salted fish, and Nelson beat him mercilessly for fifteen minutes.

But Helbo, who possessed Horcruxes, would definitely not be killed by fists and magic. He just rolled like a sandbag in Nelson's attack, while reflecting on why he was caught in such an obvious fishing trick.

Nelson was finally tired. Helbo, who was nailed to the big iron gate of the bank, sneered, "I didn't expect you to do this kind of thing."

"What's the matter?" Nelson felt relieved for a while.

"Nothing." Haierbo shook his head, lying on the door and said, "I didn't expect you to make a sage stone."

"It's just a semi-finished product," Nelson mocked. "Your nose is really good, but you may not know that the Philosopher's Stone still lacks one material-the soul of a powerful dark wizard. Are you willing to dedicate yourself?"

"Hehe," Haierbo said with a sneer looking at the pale sky, "Before that, I was the meat on the chopping board. You can take it if you want."

"Hehe." Nelson asked, "have you not learned your lesson yet?"

"Lesson? You have a million reasons to teach me." Helbo pulled himself from the door forcefully, climbed to Nelson's feet, and nodded his forehead. "My benevolent master, you just want to vent those in reality The unventing tyranny, I can see, my great master, we are a kind of people, your faithful servant—"

"Enough!" Nelson kicked him away, raised his head and snapped his fingers.

A towering mechanical giant rose in the city, turned his head and looked in his direction, the red one-eyed like the sun in this pure white city.

"Brother is here again!"

In order to welcome the Triwizard Tournament and show the new atmosphere of Hogwarts to the friends and guests, the school workers led Hogwarts' house elves to spend two days cleaning the school, painting the old walls, The outdated ornaments were replaced, and the armor brother who had been guarding the door of Dumbledore's office all the year round was waxed.

"Hello," Nelson smiled and helped the armor to straighten the helmet, tapped on his chest, listened to the sound of "boom" from inside, and asked with concern, "Is anyone else throwing trash inside?"

"No, no. Since the little girl from the Sykes family left, almost no one in the school has eaten bubble gum," Armor shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, since you left, you haven't encountered anything except that time. Danger? It makes me rusty when I stay here."

"You don't expect me to be better," Nelson knocked on the skull of the armor pretending to be angry. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to come to him. The password is lemon mousse."

"Okay, but you have to wait a while, Albus has something to do."

The armor shrugged, and there was a sound of Caracalla all over his body. Suddenly, the door opened, and Miss Joey wearing a mask walked out of the office, nodded to Nelson, stepped on high heels, and left.

"Well, he's okay, you can go in." The armor sounded unpleasantly, and added, "Next time you encounter something interesting, you must bring me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you think I thought, if you were wearing me during the Triwizard Tournament, you wouldn't be beaten up by someone, would you?"

"What you said makes sense." Nelson felt a little pain in the back of his head. He cast a cleaning spell on the armor, bid farewell to it and walked into the principal's office.

"Nelson, it looks like you have a very good relationship with it." As soon as Nelson walked into the office, he heard Dumbledore's voice, "Normally it is not so enthusiastic to me."

"Probably because I wore it," Nelson said straight into the subject. "Professor Dumbledore, what can you do with me?"

"Of course it can't be because you brutally bullied a mistletoe in Ravenclaw Tower," Dumbledore blinked and looked at Nelson with interest. "But I was attacked this morning, but I was attacked. The damaged wall was quickly repaired. The castle is waking up. I heard that your cat has made a new friend. Can you ask him to introduce that friend to me?"

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