My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 595

"Lorian, I have a question."

The young Nelson carried a steel frame taller than him, stepped on a four-cornered stool at one corner, and the tip of his wand spurted hot and dazzling sparks, cutting the sturdy steel frame into pieces of equal size like a chainsaw. Steel embryo, he was wearing a thick cotton coat, surrounded by a dragon leather apron, and he was wearing oven gloves commonly used by pastry chefs.

Lori Ann was sitting with her back to him, sitting in front of a blazing blast furnace, directing the Familials to add coal to the furnace, Barry Andre and his party went to work, only Nelson and her remained in this place in Clark. In the old castle on the outskirts of Cove, the room they were in was the alchemy workshop of Lorien, and it was in this workshop that Familial, who seemed to have real life, was born.

Compared with the workshops where wizards are filled with strange smells and the background sound is the sound of potions brewing "goo", Rolian's alchemy workshop is more like a laboratory full of equipment and materials, or more like a laboratory. A blacksmith shop.

She held the bellows next to the blast furnace in one hand, and held the mercury thermometer in the other to test the temperature of the anvil. Compared to her self-proclaimed "magician", she was more like an experienced young female blacksmith. Through the opening of the blast furnace, It can be seen that the stacked steel embryos gradually turn red in the flame, and the disparate metals are also fused bit by bit under the forging of the magic-controlled power hammer.

The room was filled with the noise of Nelson cutting steel frames and the rhythmic sound of Lorien pulling bellows.

Dinkas' grievance roar came from outside the window. This ferocious dragon was "tortured" under Newt's training, but Lori Ann didn't hear Dinkas' roar at all. This furnace of steel was about to take shape. , after staring here all day, she also began to feel tired. Seeing this, Nelson quickly completed the cutting of the steel frame, carried the four-cornered stool he had just stepped on, and walked to Lori Ann, taking her hand from the grip of the bellows. He took it off, sat down on the side, and started pulling the bellows hard.

"Roar...wang woo~"

The dragon's roar underwent a strange change of tone, and finally turned into a dog's bark. Lori Ann was finally awakened by the scream, bounced off the chair, ran to the window, and looked downstairs with a perverted smile. Dinkas fed Newt to the mice, Newt noticed that someone was looking at him, raised his head, picked up Dinkas and said hello to Lorianne, the poor puppy did not know what strange things tasted today, Newt is said to be studying whether the shape-shifting magical creature has a dog or a dragon's digestive system.

Lori Ann nodded, retracted her head, brushed the dust from the bow against the glass, yawned, and said, "Just ask."

"I read the notes you gave me last night—"

"Have you finished reading it?!" Before Nelson could finish speaking, Lori Ann exclaimed loudly, "How is that possible? That was my hard work for years! It took me years to write it! Just translating it into English, I spent It's been a full two months, how can you read it in one night? Don't young people have to sleep?"

When she first came here, Lorien also dealt with local residents, and even accepted an interview with Jonas, but soon the German army who occupied Poland noticed her existence and was keen on all kinds of magic and witchcraft. It is impossible for the Germans to let her go. Although she has all the means to protect her own safety, because of the German siege, she has not seen a living person for a long time.

So when Nelson and his party came, she was very happy, especially when facing Nelson who had a good first impression, she was particularly enthusiastic. Lorianne, who had a set of her own judgment criteria, was even willing to teach him her unique alchemy. , the magic told her that this boy who seemed to be the weakest in the group had some of the same qualities as her, and would make an unprecedented career in the future.

"I get excited when I see something novel, Lori Ann, I feel like I can stay and sleep the next day, but for new knowledge, if I learn it a day later, I will have less chance to think a day," Nelson shrugged, and continued to pull the bellows with another arm. , "What's more, I just flipped through it without understanding. I still don't understand most of the things in it. You may not know that I am now a dropout."

"Oh," Lorien patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were that kind of scary genius, what questions, just ask."

Being interrupted by Loriane like this, Nelson forgot what he was about to ask, so he had to bring an alchemist doll crawling around to pull the bellows for him, took out the notebook he carried in his pocket, and read from the two pages of questions. found the most important one.

Looking at the dense number of questions, Rolian's eyelids twitched wildly, and she felt that she was overworked.

"Oh...that's it," Nelson asked, squinting, "I noticed that your notes didn't mention how to give Familier a soul, with some magic and alchemy I know of. Means, I have roughly simulated the production process you recorded, and the final product is about a puppet that can obey the simple commands of the wizard, but these Familials of yours are called 'artificial life' in my opinion. There is a sense of self, and maybe even a soul, can this really be created?"

"Don't your wizards create life?" Rorian asked rhetorically.

After reading her notes carefully, Nelson gradually believed that Lori Ann, like himself, was a rhetoric from an outsider, with very different magics and theories, and even the foundations of magic were vastly different. He stared at Lori Ann. , said: "Wizards are not without such attempts, but most of them endow certain magical objects with self-awareness by splitting their souls, or even using other people's souls for themselves. There is a special method, which is to paint wizards. , a well-preserved portrait can communicate with people through the behavioral logic of the person being pictured even after a hundred years, but this kind of portrait is actually some kind of magic similar to Legilimency, which completely records the thoughts of the person in the picture at that moment, Mimic his thinking."

"You know so much."

"I just read some useless history books, the closest thing to what you said is the house-elves raised in wizarding families, it is said that wizards created such life long ago and enslaved them to serve wizarding families. "

"Isn't that true?" Lori Ann said with a smile.

"In recent years, the academic world seems to have different views, and in the most recent goblin rebellion, it's hard not to think about the goblin's attitude towards house-elves," Nelson seemed to answer a question in a history of magic class. , stood up straight, frowned and said, "They hate house-elves even more than they hate wizards. Some people have studied their bodies and magic. Goblins and house-elves have similar body structure and similar magic. Far from the legend of conjuring house-elves out of socks, I personally believe in another theory that is backed up by a large number of cultural relics - house-elves are goblins who were captured and enslaved in a war with goblins a long time ago."

Looking at Nelson, who is so familiar with such historical secrets, Lori Ann was a little surprised. After holding it for a long time, she said: "They sound really pitiful."

"Yes, it's pathetic," Nelson said, nodding, "so there is no magic in the world to create a whole life out of thin air, except for the ways of splitting the soul, controlling it, copying the mind, Lorian, your Familials. What's going on?"

Lorien was silent for a while, and was amazed at Nelson's inquisitive spirit. She bent down, touched the nearby alchemy doll, and said, "In my hometown, artificial life is also a taboo topic. At the earliest, they were more accustomed to using more Scientific ways to conduct research, such as creating a life with various biological advantages in a petri dish, but magicians chose a different path, they turned their attention to a more taboo field - the soul, how difficult it is to create a soul , not only to give it the instinct to think, but also to teach it knowledge and common sense, and the research once reached a deadlock until a genius scholar came up with a simpler method - life only needs to know itself and it is enough to awaken, as for its Ability, temperament and even all subsequent behaviors, only need to be handed over to the day after tomorrow, let them learn to live and know themselves like people, and this artificial life is called Familial by us.”

Listening to Lorraine's story, Nelson fell into deep thought.

"You once told me that magic and emotions are inextricably linked, and I think it would be easier for you wizards to create a chaotic self," Loriane shook her hair, "after you learn how to After making Fameliel's body, I will teach you how to make the core - the principle is actually very simple, the division of right and wrong is the first step of a soul from chaos to reason, of course, if you can't wait to know, I can tell you now."

Lori Ann looked at Nelson standing in front of her with a smile. The young boy was holding a notebook, his face was struggling. She whistled and continued to make steel.

"Let's wait until I learn basic alchemy." After a while, Lori Ann heard a satisfactory answer, "It's not a good habit to be too ambitious."

The second time the two talked like this, it was after the castle was moved to Newmengard. Nelson, who lived at the top of the black tower of the library, was like a dry sponge, greedily sucking the water in the treasure house. Under the practical teaching of a good teacher, his magic became stronger and stronger, and soon surpassed the level that people of this age should have.

But even so, he did not give up his steps to follow Lorien's study, always visiting the castle on the edge of Nurmengard at dusk, tirelessly hitting the material on the anvil with the hammer, burying his head and doing the beginning. It's a job that's already well-known.

There are always a few curious guests in Lorraine's home, and even if Grindelwald has never seen her, the attention to her is unprecedented. This new magic represents infinite possibilities.

I heard that there is a new situation in Krakow recently. Nelson may be sent to preside over the overall situation. She has always been unable to understand how a young wizard has the ability and energy to do so many adults. work, she remembered the story of the house-elves that Nelson had told her when she was in Krakow, and in her opinion Grindelwald had crushed Nelson much more than the house-elves, but Nelson was like a bowstring The tense back seemed to keep insisting that he could do more.

Looking at Nelson who was fighting with the hammer, a trace of unbearableness appeared on Rolian's face. The little boy of the year had already developed strong muscles, and the sweat soaked his shirt to outline the lines carved by a knife and axe.

"Take a break, Nelson," Lorien reassured, handing over a glass of juice made from the fruit she grew, "you can rest here with me, don't worry too much."

"Don't you want to go home?" Nelson didn't stop what he was doing, the steel ingot that was burnt red and even a little white showed a neat outline under his magic hammer, "I don't want to find a way home. You have already become an old girl, and a beautiful and smart girl like you must be waiting for you."

Nelson's words made Lorraine froze as if under a petrification spell, the water glass slipped from her hand, and the red watermelon juice splashed and scattered with the burst glass, spilling all over her skirt, Nelson's body, and the still hot steel ingot. There are beautiful patterns on it.

"What's the matter with you?" Nelson put down the hammer, for fear that something had happened to Lorianne.

"It's nothing," Lorien didn't expect Nelson to remember her wish when they first met, her eyes were a little wet, she turned her head and wiped it with the back of her hand, and said, "I'll teach you how to make the core today, which is what you did before. I give you the core when you put an exclamation point."

From time to time, the voices of Nelson and Lori Ann's questions and answers could be heard in the ancient castle, and the teenagers who came in and out also grew taller and more mature day by day.

"Lorian, if I make the core bigger, can I drive a giant?"

"I think it can, but the bigger the body, the more magic power and more complex structure it needs."

"Can Fameliel learn magic? Since they're created by magic, I don't think they're Muggles."

"Didn't you get a silver mine? We can try it now."

"Can those who do not know magic use magic if they are assisted by magic dolls?" The place of this conversation was in a beautiful garden~www.mtlnovel.com~ The top of Mount Greylock was clouded with mist, and the two had already Arrived at Ilvermorny, "I have an idea to combine them with Muggles who can't magic, like a crutch."

"I don't know," Lori Ann, unable to answer Nelson's wild questions, smiled as before, "Let's try."

"Let's try."

Under the command of Nelson's wand, the magical beings scattered around the world searched for the nearest missionary combination, and there was not the slightest difference from the process he expected and tried countless times. The clumsy and rough missionaries slowly rubbed against the metal. Transformed into a docile glove, the light is not so dazzling, but has become restrained.

A soldier who had harvested new clothes shook his head. He had hallucinations, and the glove seemed to be talking to him.

The confused warrior turned over the fortification and walked towards a fallen wizard under the obstruction of his companions. A green magic light rushed towards him along with the killing intent. He had no time to react, but the mirror-like defense had already quietly opened. .

He bent down, took the wand from the dark wizard's hand, and held it in front of his chest. He felt like a warm current that he had never experienced before, nourishing his tense nerves. Following the guidance of his heart, he awkwardly turned his wrist, and the tip of the wand trembled. Point to a broken wand not far away.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

It was the first spell that the new Hogwarts had touched, and half of the wand was struggling to float in the rain.

What is the difference between wizards and muggles? A soul with magical powers who is willing to lend a hand.

The exchange of spells and bullets stopped for a moment.

The rain also stopped.

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