My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 693

"What year is it now? Minerva?"

Tom's smile was similar to intimidation, and he quickly scared away the two little wizards. He stood in the middle of the empty square and looked at two huge posters hanging under the eaves of a high-rise building in the distance.

A huge black-and-white photo of a man with a cane holding a pipe and glaring at the camera, the grid-like wooden background is split with a straight vertical slit in the middle, as if a door is opening, in the middle of the photo. Below, a line of bold text announces his identity and the content of the poster:

"Winston Churchill's Re-election Speech: The Restoration of the Postwar Order and the Fall of the Centennial Wall"

The photo suddenly came to life, and the door behind him that was about to open seemed impatient to wait for the slow rotation of the door shaft, and collapsed backwards, revealing a street that was rapidly being rebuilt among the ruins—Xianbian Alley, where a wisp of blue smoke emanated from it. His pipe gushed into the dissipating dark cloud overhead.

In another poster adjacent to him, the young Minister of Magic has a bandage on his forehead. With a smile on his face, he looks to the side from time to time, and he seems to be able to see through the frame. Prime Minister Gua, a group of Aurors wearing similar police badges stood behind him with their wands, the light from the tips of the wands formed a line of characters above his head.

"Nobby Ritchie, Return from the Storm! 》

"Oh," Tom quickly found the corresponding memory in his mind, nodded, and answered his own question, "Looks like it's not too late for me to come back."

"You..." Mag covered her mouth and watched Tom's slow movements. The successive blows made her emotionally collapse, but this strong woman was not knocked down by them, but kept in mind that she was waiting for her own war, but even if In this way, she is still caring about her friends, "Are you okay?"

"Minerva, you know, people will get stiff after so many years in a coffin-like space."

Tom jumped in place, his stiff limbs gradually softened, and his joints made a tooth-crushing sound. He stroked the yew wand that had accompanied him for two thousand years, like a little wizard who had just received the admission notice. Once in Ollivander's wand shop, he picked out his buddy, and the tip of the wand spewed brilliant fireworks under his touch, leaped into the air, and condensed into a symbol that was almost universally known.

"I need to confirm one more thing, Minerva, did you play the Chocolat Frog showdown game when you were a kid?"

"Is that what Malfoy and Weasley just played with?" McGonagall nodded. "Of course, this is a required course for almost every little wizard."

"Really? I'm sorry, Minerva, it changed your childhood, but I'm sure you like it."

Tom was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, puffed out his chest, and took a deep breath of the cold, dry air of early autumn London, "That's really... nice."

"Tom, why didn't you let me tell Nelson that you were alive."

"I've been lying down for so many years anyway. If he disrupts his plans because of some news and changes history," Tom winked at her, "Wouldn't I be lying in vain?"

Following Tom's words, McGonagall returned to the moment in the blurred fantasy that seemed to have passed a thousand years ago for her.

"Heh... The feeling of seeing the sun again doesn't seem as good as I imagined."

Just as Mag pushed the coffin board, a pale and slender hand stretched out from the gap of the coffin. She was frightened and raised her wand subconsciously, but the wand in her hand was already in her hand when she started this movement. into the hands of the man in the coffin.

"Why so much fog, am I in London? Oh, are you... Minerva?"

Mag didn't know how to describe the voice of the person in the coffin. It was full of vitality but dull, like a young man with premature aging, or a young old man. Two very different temperaments fell on the same person. This kind of challenge to people. The things of cognition should bring great fear, but there is no fear in Mag's heart, because she already knows who the owner of the voice is.

Even though she hadn't seen each other for a long time, even though her voice had changed a lot compared to the past, the ashen voice that came out of the coffin slowly overlapped with the letter she received not long ago.

"Long time no see... Minerva."

Mag felt like his brain was about to explode. Why was he in a coffin dug out of Azkaban a thousand years ago? Why him? Judging from the inscriptions on the coffin board, this coffin should have been prepared by him for the other person she had in mind.

She couldn't digest the bizarre information that suddenly poured into her mind for a while. She held her head and squatted on the ground. I don't know when, the wand that was taken away has reappeared in her hand.

"Don't tell them I'm here..."

"Tom!"

Mag exclaimed, and she looked up, but all she saw was a coffin with a crack open.

"What's the matter with you, Minerva?"

Professor Binns' voice pulled her back to reality, she stood up in a panic, and stretched out her hands to the coffin board, but stopped a second before she was about to push it away.

"No...it's all right, Professor."

"Leaning a little closer, I found what Nelson left us—his invention, the time-turner."

"Professor, do you know who is in here?"

McGonagall shook her head. What just happened seemed like a bizarre fantasy. Weak sweat dripped from her forehead, and she stared at Professor Binns who bent over to pick up the time-turner.

"You already have the answer in your own mind, don't you?"

McGonagall nodded and took the cold, hot hand that Professor Binns held out to her.

"Hold my hand, we're going to start a special trip!"

"Professor Binns is dead."

Mag lowered his head and said softly, his tone was calm and terrifying, "In order to send me back, at the cost of his own memory, he provided the magic power that the time converter needed, he..."

After confirming Tom's health, the strong woman finally couldn't hold back, covered her mouth, shrugged her shoulders and sobbed in a low voice.

"I know, I saw it with my own eyes, he's...a brave man," Tom put his hand on her shoulder. "Professor Binns is a Gryffindor, right?"

"What did you say?" McGonagall gave him a hand. "When Professor Binns joined Hogwarts, there was no Gryffindor House."

She raised her head and met Tom's smiling face. Only then did she realize that Tom's simple joke had amused her so easily. The gloom in her heart did not dissipate, but it was covered by Professor Binns' promise before his departure.

"Let's go to Berlin quickly," McGonagall said quickly, sobering up, "Since you're back, you must have brought a way to defeat Haierbo!"

She waved her wand and was about to Apparate when Tom stopped her.

"Wait a minute."

"But-"

"Take it as a request from a 2,000-year-old old man," Tom shook his head seriously, "I've been dealing with him for so long, I really don't want to be upset by his old face when I wake up, and... I want to Wait some people."

"people?"

McGonagall raised his head and saw the mark that was gradually spreading in the sky, shining like an eagle with wings outstretched - a symbol of the "Triple Great Hermes" printed in the hearts of every person who was accompanied by a wizard's picture as a child. .

"I learned a truth from the war two thousand years ago," Tom said softly, his hoarse tone gradually returning to the high-spirited young man under the nourishment of the not-so-fresh air, "Human disasters need to be overcome by human beings themselves. , The epic of the world is not a game of heroes and demons, Minerva, I used to want to be a hero, but it took me two thousand years to realize that I was wrong."

"you are wrong?"

"Gal didn't give me Jonas' velvet hat to make me realize his ideals, he was trying to find a way for me to do something at the end, and he knew my options as well as I knew him He just wanted to keep me from going mad with loneliness for a long time."

"Tom... two thousand years... two thousand years! What have you been through?"

"I have traveled to every corner of the world, and when my journey first began, I tried to instill my magic and Gnar's thoughts into everyone who could use magic, but the heart of man is marked with the times How can it change so easily?" Tom smiled, "So I decided to sow the seeds, you may not imagine that I have always hated history and participated in almost all major events that have happened in history, whether it's wizards Muggle, until I got tired, and after my last visit to the last old comrade who fought against Hyerbo, I lay myself in the coffin for Gnar."

Churchill seemed tired from standing, and the collapsed door behind him stood up again. He turned around, pried open a crack, and got in. Immediately afterwards, the picture was replaced by the British government's post-war policies.

"Gnar left me with a picture of a chocolate frog, which is his best collection. Those who have fought alongside us in the past have left their most proud magic and achievements in the picture, even if it is only one. The name is enough to arouse the curiosity of the people who harvest the pictures, knowledge is the cheapest treasure, if you really want to learn, those high walls and bookcases can't stop you."

Seeing Churchill leave, Nobby Ritchie also dispelled the Aurors behind him. His posters melted into a lump of dye and condensed into a dazzling array of magical merchandise promotions.

"I'm not a man of great ambitions like Gnar, and I don't understand how his ideal world is to be built. Fortunately, before leaving, I at least saw its prototype," Tom sighed, in the deserted A straight plume of white smoke was condensed in the wind, "He created everything I saw out of a broken, tattered and deformed world, and all I can do is to make this world a better place before he comes back. Even better, I picked up his name in Greece, gathered people who were eager for change, and established a magical society called 'The Three Great Hermes', and I discovered that we are not alone, this world There are countless people like us who have nowhere to go, this is the greatest cause, and compared to it, Haierbo is just a small whirlpool in front of the great route."

"The triple great Hermes...you founded it?"

"No, since the name sounded on the land of the Balkans, he has gained countless followers, and what I did is just to keep it going," Tom waved his hand and ignored it lightly. His own exploits are like the blood and tears of the legend two thousand years ago that was written into a story that can only be recorded in a few chapters, occupying only a few pages in the wizard's history book, "We secretly carried on. The study of the nature of magic, on the other hand, we look for wizards who have left their names in various eras, and record their glorious deeds and great magic on a small card, we are ghosts who do not belong to any era, but are right Every era lends a helping hand, and in return, the greats of every era leave their most precious possessions aside from their lives in that little picture... lo and behold, at the end of their lives. Here they are."

Mag's eyes widened, and in the empty square, a distorted halo formed out of thin air. After seeing the call of the three great Hermes, the group of seekers who have been passed down to this day gathered at the feet of the mark. The dark marks that should have been born in the history of this moment are so similar, but they reveal a completely different great temperament.

"There are fewer and fewer people." Tom's eyes met the crowd. There were only a few people, as sparse as the Populus euphratica forest in the desert. "I think there should be a lot of people right before."

Why does Tom Riddle, a young man who has been hot lately, unleash the magic of summoning? The sparse crowd didn't have much suspicion, and an elderly lady stood up: "Most people...have already gone to Berlin, I'm afraid they won't be able to answer the call. We are the members who are the least good at dueling and the last line of defense."

"Oh I got it."

Tom smiled at Mag, but at the moment Mag was immersed in shock and couldn't notice Tom's gaze at all.

"When he finally faced Haierbo, Nelson asked time for help, but he was the only one who could answer his call," Tom stood up proudly. "It's different now, there are countless people who have been waiting for the call in history. Ready to wield power that was useless in their time!"

Behind him, the faint cloud and mist seemed to condense into a figure fighting side by side with him, making it difficult to tell whether it was the frost in autumn or the fog in London.

Under Mag's gaze, ancient phantoms appeared among the sparse crowd. They wore different clothes, and some even didn't use wands. She saw Greek armor, Viking's horn helmet, and Egyptian robes. , alchemists' gowns, luxurious palace suits, workers' vests... It's like a costume show that crosses the era, they cross the era and class, but the eyes are all shining with the same kind of light, the agreement of two thousand years, finally It's time to deliver.

"Is this the reinforcement you prepared?" Mag said blankly, "A legend in history..."

"Of course," Tom shook his head, "I said, Haierbo is just a small whirlpool, an idiot torn apart by fate, we are waiting in history, and we must create the future today!"

"boom!"

Aberforth rolled out of the gunpowder smoke with two young people closest to the broken barrier. The city of two thousand years ago, covered on the modern Alexandria, slowly emerged in his eyes. This is the legacy of the war of time. The wreckage is the prelude to the end of the Millennium War. The coastline submerged by the sea slowly rises, and the towering pyramid crushes the Muggle coastal fortifications during the war. The deep corridor waits solemnly for the intruder who disturbs its slumber.

"What is this?" Alphard held his head to avoid the splashing bricks. "Do the Egyptians still do this? Does the old man who was speaking on the stage just now know?"

No one answered him, and Aberforth put down the two of them and rushed into the smoke.

Alphard raised his head, looked at Aberforth's back, patted his head, and rushed in behind him.

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