My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 565

"You really caused me a big trouble."

Professor Twelve Trees stood in the hut, facing the mirror that covered the entire wall, straightening his beard and worrying, "What a big trouble."

"If you didn't take her in at the beginning, wouldn't the later things not exist?"

Nelson squeezed an ice bead brought by Professor Twelve Trees and slowly rubbed it on Christian's temple. The smell of mint reminded Nelson of the compensation that Professor Sykes once gave him - the potion called Fresh Spirit. Maybe she was still a little remorseful at that time, but after escaping from Hogwarts During the ups and downs she experienced, her escape and jealousy completely destroyed her reason and sealed her soul in the emptiness of desire.

Professor Sykes has long since disappeared, replaced by a girl hiding in the shadow of the red pine forest. The scene in the mirror is like an abstract painting. The happy home is scattered in pieces of broken mirrors. The liquid that could not see the material seeped out from the crack of the broken mirror, and was quickly sucked in by the mirror surface.

In some fragments, the scene of the Happy Home is ordinary and peaceful, with docile magical animals lounging in the meadows and entertaining customers playing with them, but in others the pastures look terrifyingly horrific. , those magical beasts split by the broken mirror experienced seemingly completely random combinations, showing terrifying and terrifying gestures, some even made the onlooker Nelson feel instinctive discomfort, some of them solidified in the picture, some still going on The movements of those parts, the left paws, the right hoofs, and the head attached to the tail gnawing at the turf, made Nelson's scalp go numb.

Nelson also saw himself in the mirror, in the mirror world near the corner of the house, he was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk, with Dumbledore in Professor Twelve Tree's clothes to a woman with her back to the mirror tea.

But this is not the scariest part of this mirror. On the mirror surface near the dressing table, a pair of hands are tightly clinging to the mirror surface, one is fair and tender, and the other is old-fashioned, as if Professor Sykes is trying to get out of the mirror. The world broke free, and scarlet bloodstains flowed from the palm cut by the sharp fragments of the mirror, so real that it seemed to be flowing on the side near the room.

Nelson couldn't even tell whether Professor Sykes, who was sucked into the mirror, was one of these two hands, the woman who was enjoying her service, or the little girl who was at a loss in the red pine forest.

When Professor Sykes casts the spell, the mirror, although extremely aggressive, produces such a bizarre transformation when she is locked in the mirror.

Nelson became more and more certain about the connection between magic and emotion, and it was more clearly manifested in the mirror that used the magic of the Mirror of Erised. Dr. Sykes's desire devoured her, becoming stronger and more. Vivid, it becomes uncontrollable in the constant expansion.

"Tsk...she is your former teacher no matter what. I know the teaching habits of Hogwarts. The first spell that every little wizard learns must be the floating spell in the spell class, so to speak. , she is also the one who brought you into the magic door," Professor Twelve Tree sighed and looked away from the mirror, "There are many ways to solve the problem, and she can obviously be more decent, I remember you in Ilver Magic Ni was not so hard-hearted when he was studying."

"Professor Twelve Trees, isn't it her own choice to be decent or not?"

"I mean, Albus Dumbledore is too bad to teach the Light of the Horned Water Serpent to be a ruthless man," Professor Twelve Tree shrugged and looked at the broken mirror in front of him , "I suggest that you tear up your Hogwarts diploma now, and I will send you a copy of Ilvermorny's, so that you can a little cleanse your mind that was badly taught by Professor Dumbledore."

"Why didn't you speak?" Professor Twelve Tree turned his head and cast a questioning look at Nelson, "Did my joke embarrass you?"

"Professor, the Light of the Horned Water Serpent is about to hollow out Mount Greylock with its toes."

"I have to sigh, Hogwarts really is outstanding."

Professor Twelve Tree stretched out his finger and slowly stretched out to the mirror in front of him. The huge suction force in the mirror immediately attracted his fingertips firmly. He felt as if he had suddenly opened the cabin door on a plane, which was hard to resist. The huge force was about to pull him into the fragmented world in the mirror. He waved his wand violently, and the emerald green vine man penetrated the floor under his feet and quickly grew into a green wall, isolating him from the mirror. Professor Shu's body leaned forward under the suction, seeing that his fingertips were about to be glued to the mirror, one hand grabbed his shoulder, and a bang sounded between the wall of Tengman and the mirror, and bounced him back.

The dizzy Professor Twelve Tree looked up and found that he was being supported by Nelson. Nelson did not keep his eyes on him, but stared at the man who was being uprooted and greedily inhaled by the mirror with his shocked eyes. Tengman, as Professor Twelve Tree's life-saving magic, it is naturally not weak, but when facing the mirror, it is so powerless.

"She and your headmaster are obviously only young wizards, why can they create such powerful magic? I have heard of the Mirror of Erised, which is an ancient object whose age cannot be verified. Modern magic is so different from ancient times. She can still reproduce and apply it. Is this an inheritance of the ingenuity of Dr. Sykes? What amazes me even more is, how did you escape from the trap of this mirror? Not magic!"

"It's really not that...magic."

Nelson nodded and narrowed his eyes. Professor Sykes' fatal blow far exceeded his expectations. In his opinion, anyone, when facing this mirror, could be caught off guard.

He felt a lingering fear, if he was really as arrogant as Professor Sykes imagined, maybe it was himself who was crying in the mirror world now.

"It's terrible... What are you teaching in your school all day long?" Professor Twelve Tree was a little excited, "Is this something that a magic spell professor should know? It shouldn't be a cleansing spell, a clear spring spell, A flying spell at most? You haven't told me how you cracked this magic?"

"Forgot to tell you," Nelson shook his head, "Professor, I wasn't here at all, and I don't know who she was casting spells on... I think she might be confused by her own imagination in the mirror, Consider it its own rival."

"Is the backlash of black magic?" Professor Twelve Tree understood, "I feel better, and yes, this kind of magic is not something that someone like her can control."

"Someone like her? Are you familiar with her?"

"Hey... I am in the wrong after all. I hope you can help me when dealing with follow-up issues. Congress can't stand the exploitation of your Ministry of Magic anymore," Professor Twelve Tree shook his head. With a sigh, "It was a long time ago. An amazingly intense battle broke out at the foot of Mount Greylock. According to the report of the professor who arrived at the first time, one of the parties in the battle was the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando. There's something wrong with him, Dippet, like an old mute on a drug."

"I know about that, Professor, has Melissa Sykes been here since then?"

"That's right, she asked for our help, and claimed that she had been being controlled and coerced by Dippet to go with her. Combined with Dippet's blackness and redness at the time, we believed her rhetoric," Professor Twelve Trees said. Looking at the mirror worriedly, he said, "Of course, the more important reason is that we know that she is wanted by the British Ministry of Magic."

"Shielding for shielding's sake? Is it necessary to be so wild?"

"Of course it's not necessary, but, you know her value, why is she wanted by the British Ministry of Magic? What is there on her that attracts so many people's attention?" Professor Twelve Tree did not treat Nelson as an outsider at all, calmly "Maybe she knows something about the Second Salem estate, maybe she's hiding the weapons her father, Dr. Sykes, feared when they were strangled by British wizards, even the magical beasts of her family. Knowledge and the knowledge of being a former Hogwarts professor is also enough to help us a lot. We lost so much in the previous incident that we had to find a way to make up as much as possible from other dark places. We There is only one shelter that needs to be paid, not to mention that your friend Miss Conallo is willing to help her... I think the news of her whereabouts was leaked by Miss Conallo, who left for the UK to deliver things a few days ago. "

"Aren't you afraid that I will bring this news back to England?"

"This is commonplace," Professor Twelve Tree shook his head and said leisurely, "and you won't."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, "so did she actually spit out anything useful?"

"Guess?" Professor Twelve Tree squinted his eyes, showing the kind smile that an old man his age should have, "Tear up your Hogwarts diploma, go to the principal's office to get a new one, and I will Tell you."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, "If she didn't give you anything good, she might have been sent to Azkaban by you a year ago."

"Yes, the adult world is cruel, especially for someone like her."

At the same time, the two of them moved their gazes to the mirror that had completely inhaled Tengman. In the mirror, there was a green wall in the broken happy home. They fell silent for a while, and there was only Christian who finally fell asleep in the hut. A light snoring sound.

"I think Ilvermorny will soon have a haunted house worthy of its ancient history," Nelson said quietly. "A haunted house with a mirror to another world."

"I don't think a school's history needs to be reflected in this way, what do you think?"

"I just tried it, and it can't be easily destroyed," Nelson pointed to the flaming crater in several of the fragments. "The magic that hits it will go directly into the mirror. If you want to try to destroy it by contact, you have just I have experienced it myself.”

"Damn... In case any student sleepwalks here in a daze, and is sucked in by the mirror, how should I explain to his parents? Fortunately, I have enough time to solve this problem because of the holiday now," Twelve Trees The professor gritted his teeth, "I can't even ask others for help, damn, I shouldn't have taken her in!"

"We can only find a way to seal it up," Nelson echoed, "I suggest pouring concrete to seal the house. In order to prevent the concrete from being sucked in by the mirror, it needs to be repaired regularly, or use self-replicating permanent magic, I can help Ilvermorny did it, and I just happened to have a little cement on hand."

"That's the best," Professor Twelve Tree nodded, "but this magic still needs to be completely solved, it is not a long-term solution to seal it, I only hope that the level of Professor Sykes It can't be like the Mirror of Erised that one mirror can wear through ten generations, and the mirror of death is still there.”

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed... This thing looks like an eco-tank, maybe an independent closed loop."

"Cement first... wait? Why do you still have a little cement on hand?"

"The leftovers from the past."

"I mean, why do you have this kind of thing? Why do you have this kind of thing left over?"

"As the designer and constructor of the Witcher's Fair," Nelson spread his hands, "I have a little cement left, which is normal."

"How did you get here?" Professor Twelve Tree turned his head and stared at Nelson with suspicion, "It wasn't until you broke into the lounge of the Goblin Academy that I didn't know that a student who disappeared two years ago actually disappeared without a trace. Back to school quietly."

"This is commonplace," Nelson walked towards Christian and said leisurely in the tone of Professor Twelve Trees, "I'll send this child back first, in fact, I didn't call Professor Sykes the first time. It is also because of her that some magic is really difficult to eradicate, and her being locked in the mirror like this gives me plenty of time to solve the hidden dangers in Christian."

"Is this child Christian? To do such a thing to his own students," Professor Twelve Tree saw at a glance Christian's weakness and the harsh magic that bound her~www.mtlnovel.com ~There was a hint of indignation in her tone, "As a teacher, doing this kind of thing is really not worthy of sympathy."

"I'll go first and come back later."

"Do you need me to ask Professor Dumbledore a day off for you? Oh, you should be on vacation too."

"Professor, I've graduated. You just wanted to give me my diploma, did you forget?" Nelson picked Christian up and walked out of the cabin, "I'm working at the Ministry of Magic now."

"I'm such a poor self-assured bastard."

"But I still feel sorry for her."

London, at home, Christian woke up leisurely on her bed, she grabbed the sleeve by the pillow, looked at Nelson beside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Some people's pity is not worthy of sympathy." Tom's voice sounded in Christian's ear, her eyes widened, and she realized that she was holding Tom's hand holding the ice towel. Tom, Nelson and A The three of Dale were sitting by the bed from tall to short. Myrtle, who was invited by Nelson, was walking into the holiday with a bowl of potion. Christian hurriedly wanted to let go, but He was held by Tom's backhand and whispered, "Their pity may have been caused by themselves."

"If I hadn't met you..." Christian looked at the bright ceiling above his head and said in a daze, "Maybe like her, Professor Sykes's life lacks people who are willing to help her. With such a person, will everything be different? What she taught and helped me is at least true."

"What a silly child." With Tom's sigh, Christian fell into a drowsiness again. "She doesn't even want to help herself, so who can help her?"

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