My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 300

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The castle is awake.

In the lonely and deep underground, heartbeat pulses rushed along the walls of the castle to the four towers towering in the starry sky, and even the black lake that has been calm for hundreds of thousands of years and the corners of the forbidden forest that have never been visited before. It jumped for joy.

The small animals that have been breeding in the undisturbed forest for hundreds of years have shown their heads from the horns. A squirrel is standing on the top of the pine tree, holding a pine cone, his cheeks are stirring, staring at a pair of fruits. With small nuclear eyes looking in the direction of the castle, a hyena is standing on a branch below it, doing the same action, with its tongue resting on its fangs and breathing uncontrollably. The scene at this moment is extremely harmonious, as if they have forgotten the food chain. What is it.

Unlike the excitement in the Forbidden Forest, Bins Scarborough's office is deserted enough to make everyone who enters tremble.

For a thousand years, almost every day and night, Professor Bins came here like this. Tonight, he scratched his head and head anxiously like an insomniac. In front of him was a newspaper clippings plastered a thousand years ago. Notebook.

Binns was the only professor at Hogwarts who hadn't paid homage to the remains of Slytherin. He had experience as rich as him, and he also expressed resistance to such a strange old friend meeting.

Suddenly, the desk shook, and the heavy notebook turned a few pages forward by himself. Professor Bins lowered his head, staring at the newly opened page and fell into contemplation.

After a while, he floated to the closet by the wall, opened the cabinet, and carefully took out a simple tin cup, took out the half bottle of Nelson's leftover wine with him, poured a full glass, and sat down. On the chair, keep the cup at hand.

He didn't drink it, just let it volatilize the essence of the millennium into the air.

"Cheers, time." He smiled, grabbed the quill on the table with his transparent hand, and fetched a brand new piece of parchment. "You are really an old friend I love and hate."

The shock spread to every corner of the entire castle except the dormitory. Professor Bins's office was no exception. He clearly felt the awakening of his old friend. At Hogwarts at this moment, only the students were still asleep.

He buried his head in the wine glass, and his transparent body became boiling.

"All are back."

"I am back."

In the principal's room, next to Dumbledore's desk, on the landscape trimmed with sycamore wood, Fox, who was sleeping in his nest, burped contentedly, and a small flame spurted from his mouth, illuminating the wall. The face of the principal with different expressions.

Slytherin, who had left earlier, opened the door and returned to the painting, feeling the powerful heartbeat from the wall. He leaned against the gorgeous seat, slid down the back of the chair, and sat on the ground tiredly.

Slytherin took out a picture in the picture from his arms. In the picture, he used crude brushstrokes to draw four wizards surrounded by children—a red-haired wizard holding a silver sword. His short red hair was like flames. Burning, standing behind a mighty lion; a fine-looking black-haired witch wearing a crown, her blue robe is covered with the sun, moon and stars, and her wise eyes are looking at the goshawk above her head; The witch with long golden curly hair, she hugged a cute badger with a gentle smile on her face, and the cauldron in front of her was gurgling bubbles.

In addition, there was a thin monkey **** with black twine. Slytherin held the portrait so hard that the joints turned white. The two sides of the portrait were creases by him. He bowed his head and fiercely. He cursed in a low voice: "Why do you only paint me, the great, invincible, genius, benevolent, and noble Salazar Slytherin so ugly?!"

In the silent office, the abrupt sound was very harsh, and the other portraits looked carefully in the direction of Slytherin. Slytherin shook his head, closed his mouth, released the hand that held the portrait, and the crumpled portrait came out of his hand. When he fell to the floor, he was bent over and received by Slytherin. He carefully spread the portrait on his legs and smoothed the creases with his hands. These creases were deep and white, and they seemed to be often caught by people. Pinch to and fro like this.

"What else can I say? Humph, I'm not forgiving you." Slytherin closed his eyes leisurely, opened his mouth, and hummed an old Muggle song in an old voice called a broken gong, even though The voice is hoarse, but the singing is melodious enough to travel through time.

Time seems to have returned to when Hogwarts was founded. The Big Four came to North Yorkshire and found a young man with magic talent in the port of Scarborough. Vinclaw convinced the boy's fishermen's parents. The gentle and kind Hufflepuff took the boy to chat. Gryffindor, who was not good at these activities, sat by the pier of the harbor holding his beloved harp. , Flicking the strings, singing loudly the song he just learned here.

Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor, the pair of friends who finally walked towards the fork in the road, their singing seemed to converge after a thousand years. With the accompaniment of Phoenix, the audience in the principal's room felt it The relief and expectation in the singing, but alone did not hear the melancholy of being Slytherinka in his throat.

"Please say hello to a girl there, she used to be my love..."

"Who is his lover?" Phineas sneaked into Dairis's frame and asked in a low voice, "My wife?"

"I don't know." Dalys sighed softly and said in an extremely rare gentle tone. "It is rare for Daris to not be violent to Phineas. "This is a folk song that circulates over my house. I lived in Scarborough when I was a child. Nearby, I heard from my parents that at first, the Vikings who were driven by the shipwreck were like a group of wild people. This song is not only about someone thinking of their lover, but also of their hometown."

"Hometown? I know where his former residence is."

"Probably not," Dalys explained patiently to the wizard who has no humane care. "For Salazar Slytherin, isn't the Hogwarts built by the Big Four with great pains more precious than the lover ?"

"I see, then Hogwarts is also my love."

Dai Lisi took a deep breath, suppressing her desire to communicate through violence.

"Phineas, you may have misunderstood me," Slytherin's voice sounded faintly, and the singing stopped. "Although I am old, I am not deaf."

When Nelson was training Pippi in the illusion, Grindelwald was fighting Dumbledore in the corridor, and there was no sign of their war. It was just that Grindelwald suddenly pulled out his wand and followed Deng. There was a shot on Bridor's face, and he read the spell "I'm idle or idle, let's fight." The two drew out their wands and started fighting.

It seems that they have reached a tacit understanding of "not letting Nelson come out and can't recognize the place." The duel between the two ended the whole process. The battle of the top wizards was not even as good as Nelson's fight against Nagini. It was just a few magics. The curse flashed back and forth, and it happened to be hit by the oncoming curse, and it was eliminated with considerable magical power.

Grindelwald became more and more excited, but Dumbledore's face became more and more ugly. Although the scene looked like offensive and defensive, the elder wand in Grindelwald's hand could hardly not attract attention.

"Old magic wand?" Dumbledore asked softly while harassing Grindelwald with the deformed animal.

"It's pretty old."

"It's really strong, but Gellert, you said yourself, the power of the wizard is the real power."

"Why don't you think that I am getting stronger? Oh! I realized that you called me Gellert," Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "You also said'for the greater good' yourself. ! And only I still regard it as a standard."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but the start was obviously heavier. After a few moves, he said disdainfully, “Sorry, I'm wrong, Grindelwald, relying on foreign objects will only make you weaker and weaker, not to mention. Even the Deathly Hallows does not seem as strong as we thought."

"Hmph, let's wait and see." Grindelwald raised his wand, but was attracted by the sudden shaking of the floor.

"Look, Albus, your school has woken up."

He lowered his head, looked at the shaking, shaking the dagger fragments on the floor into the brick corridor, stretched out his hand, and put it on the side wall. The old dust did not know when it disappeared, and the moss on the stone bricks quickly. Withered, turned into dust, wiped into the cracks in the bricks.

"This is not my school," Dumbledore shook his head, looked at where Nelson had disappeared, and smiled comfortedly. "This is their school."

"Really?" Grindelwald asked with a smile, "So you are willing to give up being the Poor Headmaster and come to Newmontgard?"

Suddenly, a white whirlpool opened in the void between the two, and a semi-transparent short leg stretched out of the whirlpool with a step that the six relatives did not recognize.

"Pippi, no need to kick forward! I have dispelled the magic!"

Nelson's voice came from the whirlpool.

"I just found out that I quite like walking like this!"

Pippi shook his arm and jumped out of the whirlpool. Dumbledore looked at the ghost that had just barely broken his defenses, and saw that his body had changed from milky white to clear, but his eyes were as bright as two gems. Dark pupils.

He grinned and laughed, and even though he found two wizards surrounding himself in the middle of two toasts as soon as he went out, he pinched his nose without panic and made a crying face from Dumbledore.

"Sorry cry lover, I poke your sore spot before, and I won't bully you anymore!"

Pepy Ghost slapped his chest, and Dumbledore felt his fists harden again.

"But pranks are Pippi's vocation!" Pippi suddenly shouted righteously and righteously, frightening Dumbledore and Grindelwald on both sides.

"Pippi, you—"

"So, bye bye crybaby!" Pepy Ghost interrupted Dumbledore's questioning. He snapped his fingers, and two sharp knives rushed out of the ground, piercing the soles of Dumbledore's leather shoes. The toe of the shoe came out.

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's confusing effort, Pippi ran away, and the two short legs turned out of the effect of the wheel. Before leaving, he said, "I will bully you next time, sneaky ugly!"

He walked through the wall in a second, running out of sight, leaving Dumbledore and Grindelwald standing there, staring at each other.

Dumbledore raised his leg, pulled his shoes off the dagger, and looked down. "Yes, I know that I can avoid the feet and make progress."

"Of course, crybaby, he may be thinking about your exhaustion, and changed you a pair of sandals." Grindelwald teased.

"Pippy should also give you a pair, sneaky ugly." Dumbledore responded immediately.

"You won't have the same aesthetics as a castle elf, right?" Grindelwald asked in surprise, "Are you excited to see a beautiful three-story building?"

Dumbledore looked at a hand armor holding a magic wand protruding from the whirlpool, and ignored Grindelwald's not very funny joke.

"Wiltening, don't be like a fool when you're exploring the road. Put your wand in and take a picture when you see a hole."

Grindelwald suddenly stretched out his hand, squeezed the wand down, and held his wrist with his backhand, pulling Nelson out of the illusion, full of question marks.

"Huh?" Nelson scratched his head, looking at his surroundings back and forth. "Don't you come out wherever you go? Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sigmund."

Dumbledore turned his head and found that Grindelwald didn't know when he changed back to Sigmund's appearance.

"Here you are, Wiltening, by the way, the new clothes are good," Grindelwald took Sigmund's pretentious look very well, or maybe he was just letting himself go. He threw Nelson's wand back. , Said, "I just sent Bob Bowie back to take a look at the second round of the event, but at the moment, it seems that we can't use this as a stadium."

"Send Bob Bowie back?" Nelson thought. "Is this sending Grindelwald away? Wait? Did Grindelwald never leave..."

He suddenly realized that Sigmund in front of him was threatening to hold a "fair, just and open competition" and he just happened to be the one who missed the question.

"Professor, I have no intention of inquiring about the competition, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Nelson waved his hand again and again, "I will avoid it."

After that, he looked at Dumbledore and prepared to apply oil on the soles of his feet, and the wind sighed tightly.

"Nelson, I will ask you to have a lemon sundae after dinner tomorrow," Dumbledore nodded. "It's getting late. Go back and rest."

"Good night, Professor." Nelson wore his armor and ran away dinglingly.

"Your Hogwarts school uniform is very retro. Maybe I should let Durmstrang learn it," Grindelwald exclaimed, looking at the armor disappearing behind the door. "This kid told his little friend before The questions I missed are in front of me."

"You really look like someone who can do this kind of thing." Dumbledore waved his hand. "I hope you can enjoy the game. This Triwizard Tournament is not peaceful. I don't want anyone to do anything at Hogwarts. Big move."

"Of course, is it possible that you think I'm here for this?"

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