My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 497

"is it here?"

"I don't know, all I know is that my sister took this class, but I've never been to this classroom."

"Yes, I saw the house number on the wall, it's this classroom."

After dinner on the first day of school, Nelson, Tom and Alphard, as the first unlucky ones to enjoy the lockdown, shoved me to the door of the Muggle Studies classroom. The location of this classroom cannot be said. It's not good, there is enough light and enough quiet, and the surrounding environment is very clean, so clean that you can't even see a few footprints. It is located on the edge of the corridor on the west side of the Ravenclaw Tower. There are many people on the corridor. The armor of interest, few people set foot on.

"You're here so early? You've been very helpful! I'm glad you can come and help me compile the textbook. It's a hard job from scratch. I'll ask you later," Nelson walked to the door, not yet Before he had time to knock on the door, the door of this classroom was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door controlled his strength well, so that his nose was not hit by the door. An ordinary-looking professor wrapped a turban while He stuck his head out, "Last night, I heard from Professor Dumbledore that three students are willing to come to help in advance. You... uh, you seem to be fresh, haven't you taken this course?"

Professor Rahman has a standard Arab face, so standard that it is difficult to tell the difference between him and other Arabs. The goatee on the chin is smooth and shiny, and is tattooed under the left ear near the neck. A small square tattoo with a distinctive Arabic style, he raised his hand and scratched his neck, his eyes first settled on Nelson and Tom's faces, then quickly moved away, smiling and looking at the three breathless men. student: "No wonder I'm so tired, this place is not easy to find."

"Sorry Professor, Tom and I have been living in London before we joined the school," Nelson said, nodding slightly. "Alfade is a friend we hang out with a lot, so we think... uh..."

"That's right, Muggle-born students don't need to take this course," Professor Rahman nodded clearly, pushed open the door, and asked three students to come in, "just like a French student who doesn't need to be in the UK Same as learning French, of course, if it's for credit, then take it as if I didn't say it...Come in, I'm Abdullah Rahman, your Muggle Studies professor, see how tired you are, drink first Have some hot tea, what would you like to drink?"

"No, Professor, we're actually here to close the lockdown."

"How about the flower tea? I bought it at the China Pavilion of the French Expo during the holiday. It tastes quite good." Professor Rahman did not seem to hear Nelson's speech about his "scapegoat", and took care of himself He walked towards the back of the classroom, "Of course, it's not the wizarding fair where something happened, but the Muggle fair next to it."

The three followed his footsteps into the classroom. Compared with "classroom", words like "storage room" or "library" should be used here to describe, except for the few sets of desks and chairs crowded in the pile of debris , most of the space here is filled with all kinds of strange objects, although there are many and messy objects, but if you look closely, you can find that most of the space here is classified according to the geographical location and use. Only when my mother complained that the room was messy, she could confidently say "I put it away according to my habits".

Tom picked up the hem of his robe, carefully stepped over a small stone statue on the ground, found an empty seat and sat in, while Alphard stood at the door, not knowing how to move, Nelson picked it up curiously. I made a straw doll, and there are many pinhole-like holes on its chest, and there are traces of glue residue on the back.

"It seems that you are very interested in my collection. After today's work is over, you can pick two gadgets to bring back," Professor Rahman said from the podium, "There are not many students taking this course. , I also have too many things to study, so it is quite messy here, you have to overcome it for a while, but I have applied to the principal for a larger classroom, and it can be used as my office in the future."

Hearing Professor Rahman's words, Nelson hurriedly put the straw doll back in its place.

"The doll you pick up is used by Muggles to curse, although it doesn't have the effect of a curse," Professor Rahman said, watching Nelson's movements. "There are similar curses in many parts of the world, Muggles. I think that as long as you know the enemy's name and birthday, and sew some of his body tissue, such as hair and blood, into the straw doll, it can have a metaphysical connection with the enemy. If you use a sharp object to pierce the doll body, then the cursed person will suffer the same damage, this doll was found when I traveled in Southeast Asia fifteen years ago."

"I remember that there is such a curse, Professor." Listening to Professor Rahman's description, Tom frowned slightly and said, "This should be a very ancient curse, I read it in a book."

"Yes, it is indeed very old, and the conditions are harsh. For wizards who have malicious intentions, it is far less convenient than a black magic, so it was quickly abandoned by wizards. Perhaps before the secrecy law was enacted, Some wizards have used this kind of magic and been seen by Muggles, thus giving birth to this plausible curse method. In some countries where Muggles and wizards are closely connected, there used to be many court wizards, or perhaps this ritual is from It was handed down from that time," Professor Rahman opened the chat box and said with great interest, "this is the Muggle's understanding of magic, which is really interesting and worth studying... I am different from you, I am not the same as you. Gwarz didn't have much contact with Muggles before graduating, so he was full of curiosity about this kind of thing. Muggles may see wizards in a completely different way than we imagined, so this course is very useful in the current environment. research is necessary."

"Professor, is this doll really useless?" Nelson squeezed the straw doll and dropped some magical materials that only wizards could touch. "It looks more than just a handicraft."

"It does work," said Professor Rahman after thinking for a moment. "When I saw this doll, its owner had accidentally scratched his hand by stabbing it with a rusty steel needle, and suffered from tetanus not long after. In this world, you can't make a real thing by drawing a tiger by a cat, like I saw a car driven by Mr. Malfoy at the school board meeting before school. The tent, which had only cast the Traceless Stretching Charm, was placed on a flying carpet, and four wheels were added to the four corners. The Shafiq family did not spell out the Knight Bus and the Hogwarts Express piece by piece. They have no idea how the Muggle machinery works, and they blindly believe that the efficiency of magic is absolutely higher than it, adding a flashy shell to the core of the patchwork, and this kind of thing can also be regarded as The representative product after the abolition of the secrecy law? Look at it in ten years, and the UK will definitely become the laughing stock of the world!”

Noticing the sudden silence in the classroom, Professor Rahman scratched his head and showed an embarrassed smile: "Don't you have someone at home who bought that car?"

Nelson and Tom's eyes turned to Alphard, and Alphard, who finally found a way through the debris, felt the annotation and almost tripped over a photo frame piled under the book, but Tom held it up with his wand in time. He saved him from a catastrophe in the messy classroom, Alphard raised his head, looked at Professor Rahman and said, "Nothing, Professor, only a fool with money and nowhere to spend in the Malfoys would buy that kind of thing. ."

"It's wrong to say that about classmates," Professor Rahman shook his head seriously, "although this kind of consumption is indeed stupid."

Suppressed laughter broke out in the classroom.

"Okay, please report your college grade and name to me," Professor Rahman walked to the desk and picked up a booklet, "I will give you a high normal score, as Your reward for your enthusiastic attitude towards current affairs that matter."

"I'm Alphard Black," Alphard said impatiently. "Professor, will you give me an o?"

"Of course, as long as your grades are enough."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, we're both seventh graders in Slytherin," Tom said flatly. "Professor, but we didn't choose those two electives."

"I remember your name, you were a Triwizard champion, you did a great job, Riddle, I'll pick those two courses for you, as Muggle-born students, of course you can get high marks, Professor Rahman sketched his name on the roster, raised his head curiously, looked at Tom and said, "Three Slytherins? Sorry, I thought you should be three Gryffindors."

"By chance," Nelson said, pulling out the chair beside him and sitting down, "my name is Nelson Wilttening Williams."

"It's you?" Professor Rahman's eyes stayed on Nelson's face for a while, and after a long silence, he said slowly, "You really don't have to take this course, no wonder Professor Dumbledore told me, come A very good assistant."

"Professor Dumbledore is wrong."

"No, not at all," Professor Rahman shook his head, "I didn't go to the Triwizard Tournament, but I went to visit the giant in the afternoon, and Paris... You know their fathers better than the current Shafiq family. For everything they did, I would say that Shafiq's orthodoxy is yours."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, and the uninformed Professor Rahman just told the truth.

"What do we need to do? Professor?" Tom looked at the messy classroom, a little irritable, and had to close his eyes and asked.

"The previous content of this class was just teaching students how to hide themselves in Muggle society," Professor Rahman ended the chat, "in fact, as a wizard who grew up under secrecy laws, I didn't know how to proceed. Teaching post-secrecy laws, in Muggle parlance, should be called third contact."

"That should mean aliens, Professor," Nelson corrected.

"Aren't we aliens to Muggles?" Professor Rahman put his hands on the edge of the desk, sat up, looked at Nelson, and asked with a smile, "Do you think we should teach more What's the content?"

"History?" Nelson said, gesturing with his hands. "I think students need to understand the relationship between wizards and Muggles over thousands of years, so that they can understand the basis for the present."

"History, very good," Professor Rahman waved his wand and placed the word history in the upper left corner of the blackboard, "if there was no past, everything would be nothing, and as far as I know, many people think that Muggles It's a good proposition to be separate from wizards from the beginning, and we can also find answers to current questions from history, as expected of you, Williams, I read Professor Binns's scorebook at the teaching conference, You're a real one-of-kind."

"And there's such a thing as a teaching meeting?" Tom couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Certainly, Mr. Riedel, with people, it's either a war or a meeting."

"I feel like I need to add the Muggle economy," Alphard replied, raising his hand. "This holiday season, my dad's been battling for the Muggle sterling, and their banks, stocks, futures and stuff like that, listen. It's head-scratching."

"Sound advice, Mr. Black," Professor Rahman waved his wand, adding Alphard's suggestion to "History," "your father was much smarter than the man who put the shell on the magic carpet, maybe I should Find a chance to visit him once."

"I think the social structure of Muggles also needs to be studied," Tom said. "Their social structure is much more complicated than that of wizards. It is in every field, not to mention that every country in the world is very different, and the military, as What you said, in addition to meetings, we also need to think about wars, after all, the secrecy law was born because of this."

"Well, that's right."

"And their scientific research, we need to know what Muggles without magic live on..."

"I have to make a long list of books for the principal." As the sun slowly set over the mountain, the blackboard behind Professor Rahman was densely filled with words. Professor Rahman scratched the tattoo on his neck irritably. Said: "Too much, and too little, I think I need to get some friends to help, and some real Muggles to find out."

"Professor, there's a Muggle reporter at school from London," Nelson suggested. "Maybe you can ask him to help."

"Reporter? Is a reporter good for you?"

"Professor, if you are a Muggle in power, in this 'Third Contact', would you really only send an ordinary reporter to interview?" Nelson shook his head, "I saw him on the train, He is inquiring about everything here all the time, and he should have a heavy responsibility."

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