My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 504

"This is your last year at Hogwarts, and your second year in the Transfiguration Advanced Class. After so much study, you must have your own understanding of Transfiguration."

The door of the classroom was pushed open. Holding the lecture notes, Mag strode onto the podium and looked around the classroom for a week. After confirming that all the students were seated, the originally noisy classroom became quiet.

Although it hasn't been long since she returned to school, Mag's majesty is no less than those of senior professors. She seems to be born to be a teacher. She doesn't need too many harsh words, and doesn't need to repeat those disciplines. On the podium, the students in the audience will consciously listen to the class, even if McGonagall is not much older than them in seventh grade.

"Most people may not be exposed to some of the magic we learned in school after leaving school, such as Defense Against the Dark Arts... As teachers, we sincerely hope that you will never use those who need to be in difficult situations in the future. Unlike these difficult and powerful spells that protect and rescue yourself, the content you learn in Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration will stay with you for the rest of your life, unless you don't want to enjoy the convenience they bring, but then , what is the point of our learning spells?"

Mag stood on the podium and said softly. Although her tone was not particularly ups and downs, most people heard the implicit reluctance and blessing from her words. She tapped the podium with her wand and said aloud: "In the past, we were all learning the principles of transfiguration and how to use them. I would say that the accumulation of knowledge and skills is enough, and the knowledge of any powerful transfiguration wizard will be no better than that of a just now. There are so many Hogwarts students who have finished sixth grade, but the gap between you can still draw an amazing gulf, so in the following year, in addition to the more advanced Transfiguration, we The content of the course will become more comprehensive and pragmatic, and you will find out for yourself how to use Transfiguration to make yourself better."

"Professor, can you defeat a duel wizard with Transfiguration?" a Slytherin boy raised his arm and asked loudly.

"A wizard who is good at dueling?" McGonagall asked rhetorically. "Can you give an example? Gellert Grindelwald?"

Hearing that Mag said Grindelwald's name without hesitation, the originally quiet classroom became even quieter. The boy was stunned by Mag's questioning, and shook his head blankly, saying, "For example, duel master, Professor Flitwick."

"You got a question wrong," McGonagall corrected seriously, "there is no strict line between enchantments and incantations, and Professor Flitwick doesn't only use Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, or even in a duel. If some ordinary life magic is used properly, it will also play a surprisingly successful role in wizard duels. Our principal, Professor Dumbledore, is a wizard who is good at applying all kinds of magic in battle. This is also what he taught me. The truth - don't think that the wizard's battle is the etiquette of shooting magic spells after bowing with an assistant, you have not seen a real battle, in a battle where victory and even life are the only purpose at the expense of everything, don't say Transfiguration , even poisons, traps, and even bribes can be used as weapons, and even if you take out a poisoned sword and phantom move behind your opponent to give him a knife, it's okay.”

Tom gave Nelson a strange look, then quickly looked back.

"I see, Professor."

"I must stress again that even when Grindelwald and his henchmen raged all over the world a few years ago, the war did not affect most wizards, and our education always emphasized learning spells to make ourselves stronger. , but the world is no longer the situation of hundreds of thousands of years of fighting every year, and you will die," McGonagall said without looking up, "The point of magic is to make you better, not more. powerful."

"I was wrong... Professor." The boy bowed his head in shame.

"By the way, since you mentioned Professor Flitwick, you should know that he and I are classmates in the same class, and we used to have some duel contacts," Mag raised his chin and said flatly, "I also I got lucky and beat him a few times."

Just when the students were about to start the discussion, McGonagall had already opened the lecture notes and said: "The content we are going to study today is the first chapter in the textbook, first assign this week's homework, a twenty-five-inch essay, Explain the application and principle of human deformation in various aspects, including at least five fields."

"twenty five-"

"Turn the book to the fifth page, let's first understand the conditions of human deformation."

"I feel like she's about to go into menopause, and suddenly she's twenty-five. I don't remember that the big homework last semester was that long," Alphard turned his head, facing Nelson in the back row, and lowered his voice with a bitter face, "Sister used to be The same is true, when she was in fifth grade, she was in love for a long time and became irritable during the holiday. At that time, she tortured me like this for two whole months..."

Alphard was in a startlingly comical state, with a thick cast around his neck, his head turned to one side, his shoulders hunched oddly, his head turned only by the turning of his body, and this morning, when Tom and Nelson When he came to the auditorium with a yawn, he didn't find Alphard. After inquiring with his roommate, he found out that he had gone to the school hospital for medical treatment due to "serious neck stiffness" early this morning.

After the meal, the two people who were concerned about Alphard rushed to the school hospital. They could hear Miss Joy's undisguised laughter across a corridor. Finally, they saw their necks firmly fixed on the hospital bed of the school. Alphard, who, according to Miss Joy, had been thrown like a circus acrobatic ball, said he had no memory of it at all, and even insisted that he Just fell asleep at night.

"Then your pillow should be at least fifteen feet high, or I can't imagine how it could get you that way."

Miss Joy played with Alphard like a toy for a long time, and after a dizzying operation, she told Alphard that he could be discharged from the hospital to go to class.

"You're just in time for the first class this morning," Miss Joy used her wand to control Alphard, who was as dull-eyed as a puppet, to get off the bed, "This kind of injury...you can trust Miss Joy, no It will delay your studies, don't worry!"

Alphard trembled like a sudden illness, looked at Miss Joy with devilish eyes, pursed his lips, and took a lot of effort to digest this sad news, "I think I... need more. check."

"Do you doubt my medical skills?" Miss Joy raised her waist in dissatisfaction and said, "You can check again after class!"

"I totally trust it... but I'm afraid that if I have any problems, I will cause trouble for the school. After all, you can only study well if you are healthy. You can check it for me again. I can ask Nelson to ask for leave for me, and you will give me a leave note. the... huh?"

Miss Joy listened to him patiently for a long time, and said in Alphard's hopeful eyes, "No."

In Nelson's eyes, Alphard's soul almost died.

Even now, he didn't know whether Alphard slept so deeply last night because of his high quality of sleep, or because he was in a coma the first time Tom missed and threw him away.

"I hope someone can invent the magic of automatic homework writing... Wait, I'm about to graduate soon, why do I have such a desire? Isn't it a student after it's cheap?" Nelson shook his head and asked curiously, " You just said that your sister was in love..."

"Ah, she often breaks up in love," Alphard said with a bitter face. "I don't even know who she is in love with. I think it may just be an excuse she made to torture me. After all, she is so good at making excuses." Gu cock

"Maybe you are the only fool in the world who doesn't know that," the girl sitting next to Alphard snorted, "Didn't you ask Miss Joy to look at your eyes when you were in the school hospital? Oh no, Zhizhi brain."

"Fantastic, I'm going to put this in my notebook," Nelson gave a thumbs up. "It's much better than the tone particles of Merlin's underwear."

"I don't know if the person who wrote the textbook is a little out of touch with reality." During practice time in the middle of the class, after Nelson helped a classmate at the next table fix his green finger that was swollen like a banana for the third time, he turned his head and said to the admiring Tom, who was holding his blooming arms, said, "Compared with the sixth grade, the first chapter of the transfiguration class in the seventh grade has been strengthened."

"Is there? I feel okay." Tom couldn't hold back and touched the white flowers on the branches, but he couldn't control the strength in his hands, a petal fell off, and his expression immediately became ugly, "Damn it , I seem to have a piece of fingernail off, I admit, the difficulty is indeed a lot higher."

"I think it's a barb. You can buy some oily ointment to apply. I remember I saw a snake ointment in Brazil at the Expo." Nelson casually turned the quill on the table into a pair of tweezers. Picking up Tom's fallen petals, he put it back, "Autumn will be drier."

"Are you sure this is okay?" Tom looked suspiciously at the piece of unfortunate stuck between the petals, "I won't lose a finger after the deformation is lifted."

"Can I stick it back for you?" Nelson pointed at the petal with his wand, but it was different from the expected effect. Another petal popped out, squeezing the previous one out, and he spread his hands a little embarrassedly. , "Whatever it is? You've got a new barb anyway."

"Okay." Tom withdrew his hand and shook his arm. The bark became dry and cracked and fell off quickly. His arm stretched out from the heart of the tree intact, without missing a single fingernail or any barb. "I caught someone on my way home last night."

"Who? Grindelwald?"

"Uh...that reporter, that guy on the Hogwarts Express, who was looking for the toilet, Mike Wallace, was sneaking up and down the fat lady in the hallway in the middle of the night," Tom whispered. Obscene."

"What's his name?" Nelson made a strange expression and plucked out his ears with his arms that turned into branches.

"Mike Wallace, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing...but your description is absolutely perfect, how can someone put their hands on a painting," Nelson "squeaked" and leaned back, while controlling his arms that turned into branches to form various varieties Different flowers, "Fat Lady? Is that the portrait at the door of the Gryffindor lounge?"

"No, in the corridor from Ravenclaw Tower to Slytherin, there's a gargoyle statue there, and there's a secret passage behind it that we haven't seen," Tom said. He is indeed quite a genius, you know? He actually found a way to crack the anti-marking spell!"

"What? Did he mark his way to Hogwarts by spreading breadcrumbs on the ground?"

"It's not that fairy tale, but it's almost there. He painted all the iconic landscapes along the Hogwarts Express. If you follow the map, I'm afraid you can really find it here, and I heard that Dumbledore wanted to let this Muggle in. Temporarily revoked the Castle's Muggle Banisher," Tom tried again with the transformation that turned his arm into a tree trunk, this time his forearm turned into a beautiful length of yew, as beautiful as his wand, which he bent with difficulty. Arm, picked out a small crystal bottle from his pocket and handed it to Nelson, "Fortunately I caught him yesterday, otherwise who knows what will happen, now it seems that what you said is really right, that reporter didn't. Simple, I put a mark on him, I have to stare at him and see what this guy is trying to do."

"It's normal to be curious. Muggles must be more willing to believe what they have collected through their own methods than the information provided by wizards. He has been testing me when he met him on the train. He must know something. Nelson took the crystal bottle, looked at the silver steam tumbling in the bottle, and said, "If you're not curious at all, then it's dangerous. This kind of curiosity is a good thing for each other, isn't it?"

"As long as he is not pure, he can be used."

"I suggest you publish a book, Tom," Nelson stuffed the crystal bottle into his pocket. "Did you read The Times this morning?"

"How can I read the newspaper? Not everyone can go back to the bedroom and sleep like a piece of wood."

"His newsletter has been published yesterday, and his introduction to Hogwarts is quite pertinent and comprehensive," Nelson said, nodding, "I also saw a funny news that a cabinet official suggested that some wizards be elected to the cabinet. This will ensure the interests of all parties.”

"He has even submitted a proposal, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has entered the discussion process, and I have to say, there are still some warm-hearted and cute guys," Nelson laughed, "Although it is absurd, it is much better than the east side. These days It's hard to even get news from the area around Germany. I heard people say that someone in Bulgaria is ready to register, and he just had a marquis confer a dukeship for him a few days ago.”

"Marquis canonized... Duke?"

"He probably studied mathematics when he was a child, maybe 2134567."

Nelson tried to continue, but was quickly interrupted.

"Help, my arm can't go back!"

"Wait, I'm here."

Nelson raised his head and looked at a classmate at the next table who looked like a coat rack.

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