My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 505

"I really think she's going through menopause."

This is the fifth time Alphard has said this in this class. His arms just changed color and look like bark with lichens, but even this is enough to surpass the middle school in this classroom. Most of the classmates who made themselves look weird, he whipped his wand from the hairs that turned into leaves, and said boredly: "Does being a teacher really make a woman age so fast?"

"How can you say that? Alphard," Nelson said righteously, swishing his wand and muttering words as if he was going through transfiguration with something he'd never seen before," McGonagall said. You must have been secretly thanking the professor for your concern for us!"

"I really thank her." Hearing Nelson's boring remarks, Alphard rolled his eyes, turned his upper body back to his desktop, and glanced at a robe that was different from his school uniform, his face immediately covered his face. The deadly green light turned back at a speed hundreds of times faster than before, and grasped Nelson's just-heading arm. Resisting the pain, his big eyes flashed with sincerity, and panting, he said, "I have some questions about Transfiguration that I want to ask you!"

"You're welcome, Blake," McGonagall's voice came from behind him, she patted the cast on Alphard's neck, and said without wavering, "As for your transfiguration problem, why not What about me as a Transfiguration professor?"

"Haha," Alphard said stiffly, "what a coincidence."

"You have been very successful in transforming your face, Black, the color is no different from a tree," Mag looked at Alphard's increasingly green face, and said, "I just don't know if the transformation of the material is successful? For example... Is there any skin on the face? How thick is the bark?"

The heavy schoolwork made the seventh grade students feel that the time was extremely long, so that when the bell rang, not a few people left the classroom quickly, they all stayed in their seats and recovered their senses, just after the last vacation. They did not have time to adapt to this intensity of teaching and homework, and they all showed a general demeanor.

But the class was also very rewarding for the students. Looking at the lush scene in the classroom, Mag stood on the podium with a gratified smile on her face, but after scanning the classroom, her face was very sad again. Allegro got up. In the center of the back row, Alphard's face, which was getting greener and greener due to the wrong deformation, was particularly dazzling. She coughed lightly and woke up the students who were immersed in the classroom.

"get out of class has ended."

This sentence seems to have flipped a switch. The students left their seats one after another and filed out of the classroom. Alphard passed by in front of the podium with his head hooked. The broken hair on his temples had turned into green leaves. Make him look like a green sunflower.

"Black, you stay." McGonagall stopped Alphard, who was trying to hide himself. In her opinion, Alphard at the moment wanted to turn himself into a toad and hop away silently against the wall - if he could If she did, she put away the handout and said slowly, "I'll show you how to deal with the damage of this failed Transfiguration later."

Alphard walked to the podium dejectedly and stood up. It looked like a potted plant placed on the table, very much like a quail falling into the water.

Nelson and Tom greeted McGonagall and hurried out of the classroom.

The people in the hallway were crowded, Nelson and Tom looked around, the reporter who had entered the school was standing awkwardly by the wall at the door of the classroom, and the students, especially the Slytherin students, did not give him a good look. , Although there were no malicious words, they all leaned against the other wall to leave here, as if this Muggle was carrying some deadly virus.

This is also the "culprit" that caused the blockage of the corridor. Mike's face was full of anxiety, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. This feeling of isolation and helplessness made him feel extremely suffocated, so he had to stick closer to the wall. Son, it seems to be opening up a bigger path, but in fact, he wants to hide himself like a current Alphard who was teased behind his back and caught.

His eyes shuttled through the crowd, and soon stopped on the faces of Nelson and Tom. These two familiar faces made him find some calmness, and greeted them with a smile.

"Oh? It's you," Nelson nodded, approached Mike, and said, "Are you going to interview Professor McGonagall today?"

"Yes," Mike nodded, "Professor Dumbledore helped me coordinate Professor McGonagall's time. I think people must be interested in magic that can change everything freely."

"She's in the classroom, there should be no one else in it now, you can go in directly," Nelson looked around and said helplessly, "It's like a magic guy suddenly appeared in an ordinary parish school, you can Understand the feeling, Mr. Wallace."

"Hmm," Mike nodded quickly, suddenly noticing something was wrong, "Hmm? How do you know."

"I saw it on the press card on your chest," Nelson smiled and brushed past him, patted the reporter's shoulder, "I hope you can write a good report, sir, your current news, in a few years Afterwards, it will become the source of the historical records.”

Nelson seemed to know the reporters very well, which made Mike a little surprised. Hearing Nelson's words, a sense of responsibility rose in his heart and his chest became hot.

He turned his head, Nelson had walked away, this time it was Tom's turn to pat him on the shoulder, Mike's shoulder suddenly stiffened, and he instinctively feared the dark-haired youth in front of him, although he didn't know what it was For some reason, his hands and feet became restrained again.

"Mike," Tom whispered in his ear with a simple but unpredictable smile, "have you found the toilet?"

"what?"

"Ha." Tom didn't say more, and left without looking back. Mike stood where he was. It took a while for him to recover. Remembering what Nelson said just now, he straightened his collar, picked up the camera, and organized himself. smiled and walked to the Transfiguration Classroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he almost bumped into Alphard who came out in front of Mag. Seeing the sick patient in front of him, he subconsciously raised his arm to avoid hitting it, but his fingertips also touched the shutter of the camera at the same time. Magnesium light blinded Mag and Alphard who were about to walk out of the classroom for a moment. Magnesium powder spread in the air. A Muggle reporter's first photograph of a wizard's portrait was freshly released. In the center of the picture was a green young man with a frightened expression. Man, with a thick cast on his neck, waving his arms to protect his cervical vertebrae, his face almost touching the camera, and his already distorted expression is infinitely exaggerated.

The film lay quietly in the camera, waiting for the moment to be published.

"Cough! Sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Mike waved his palm to dispel the smoke from the cameras, but Mag was already one step ahead of him, holding Alphard while blowing the smoke away with his wand. Mag stared at the clumsy Muggle and sighed, "Mr. Wallace, the elf will come to clean the room later, come to my office and talk."

"Professor, if that's the case, then I'll—"

It was too late, it was fast, Alphard charged towards the air strike between the door frame and Mike as deftly as a yellow croaker, but his collar was hooked back by a hook that suddenly appeared, and the momentum of the forward charge was beaten Broken, his neck suffered a secondary injury again.

"Professor, I think you still have business to do." Alphard said with a green face.

"Is there anything more serious than teaching and educating people?"

"I-"

"Blake, don't think I'll let you go like this."

Mag reached out and caught Alphard, who wanted to slip away like a slippery fish. With a terrifying smile, he said, "After dinner, come to my office for confinement, understand?"

"But..." Alphard pointed to the cast on his neck and made a pitiful expression helpless.

"Maybe you are the only one in the world who doesn't know what's written on your neck?"

Mag lowered his head, took one out of the lesson plan in his arms, and held it in front of Alphard. The parchment turned into a shining mirror while waving it, reflecting the dazed Alphard. A line of crooked words were written on the plaster. superior.

"The plaster... can be used in..." The text under the mirror surface was not so easy to read, Alphard said with difficulty, "Before lunch... Remove it by yourself."

"Come on," said McGonagall, patting him on the shoulder, "see you tonight."

"Then what about my face?" Now that the "defeat" was decided, Alphard finally cared about his green face.

"Don't you want to delay my business?" Mag asked with a strange expression.

"I... business..." Alphard couldn't even speak. After doing two sets of crunches with his tongue in his mouth, he finally straightened it and said, "Didn't you say I'm more serious...?"

"What are you talking about? Mr. Black," McGonagall blinked, revealing a brisk smile that was completely inconsistent with menopausal women, "this is not within the scope of teaching and educating people, I think you should accept hanging like this It's cool to have skin all day, isn't it?"

Alphard froze in place, and Mag had taken Mike to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Professor McGonagall, was that mirror magic?"

"Yes, this kind of magic is called transformation... I'm sorry, I'll first look at the notice from the principal," McGonagall's voice paused, and it sounded again after a while, "It can change the shape and even the nature of objects, it is a kind of Very useful magic."

Alphard's ears were filled with puchipuchi laughter, I came to my senses, stiffened my neck and glared at his classmates who mocked him, but this made them laugh even louder.

"I just saw Williams going over there," someone kind-hearted showed him, "Tom is there too, it looks like he's going to the duel club, you can ask them to see if they can change you back, but I have to remind you that Professor Flitwick's dueling club has a lot of people these two days."

Alphard simply pulled up his robe and put it over his head, and floated in the direction of Nelson like a dementor.

"Yes, but it is not permanent, the time is determined by the magic power of the caster and the difficulty of deforming the structure," McGonagall's voice was getting farther and farther, "I must emphasize, Mr. Wallace, what you are after It is often what wizards ask for, and magic like turning stone into gold only exists in the legends of wizards..."

"Skillful hands like you can really turn a stone into gold."

In London, a new city has been built on the ruins. The prosperous streets are filled with all kinds of passers-by, and there is no sign that it was once a city that was baptized by conservative artillery fire.

On the land of Inner London, a tailor's shop that has not opened for a long time lies quietly in a quiet alley. The rare sunlight blurs the gilded writing on the signboard. A man in a suit and leather shoes stands. At the door of the store, I watched the inside of the store amid the crisp sound of scissors.

In this small shop, there are dense clothes racks with cloth embryos and semi-finished products of various styles hanging on them. Although there are many, they are not messy.

There is only one workbench in the store, and it is full of neatly folded fabrics. From the gaps in the fabrics, you can see a pair of dexterous and slender hands holding scissors like butterflies.

Hearing the sound in front of the door, Masha, who was covered by the cloth, raised her head. She wore a grass-green hood with an elastic on her head, which protected her long curled hair. A pair of glasses, she put down the scissors, stood up, took off her sleeves, and walked towards the new customer in suits and ties at the door.

"Welcome, sir." Martha stepped in front of the man with the smile of an eager shopkeeper.

"Are you the only one in the store?" The man walked into the store, grabbed the cuff of the suit jacket on the hanger by the door, and rubbed it in his hand, "The styles in your store are very special."

"This is my shop, sir, and I haven't hired an apprentice yet."

"Oh?" The man looked up in surprise, dressed enough to be a textbook, but Martha looked away with just one glance, and the man continued, "Sorry, it's just the first time I've seen someone like you Excellent young seamstress."

"Thank you for your recognition."

The man walked around the store, glanced at the fabric that was taking shape on the workbench, and asked curiously, "What style is that, a robe? Could it be the clothes for the legendary... wizard?"

"You may be able to help me see if the style is correct and if there is anything out of date."

"Me? I'm just here to buy clothes, Miss UU Reading www.uukanshu.com," the man laughed, pinching the hem of his suit and said, "You see me dressed like this, can you understand this?"

"Aren't you a wizard?" Martha covered her mouth and chuckled, "You're very well dressed, I really want to buy one of your clothes for reference, but it's not what you should wear when you go out this season, he told I, who wears like this, are nine times out of ten a wizard."

"Huh?" The man's expression became extremely embarrassed. "I just read a book and thought it was very classy to wear this way."

"Magic is pretty good," said Martha, shaking her head, "and your pockets are so conspicuous that they shouldn't be a straw, right?"

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