My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 235 Ms. Rowena

"Oh, Merlin's pants..."

Troka looked at the horrible creature struggling to escape from the shriveled corpse in front of him with an ugly expression. The surrounding air even dropped a few degrees, which was much more efficient than taking a breath. Even as a vampire accustomed to the cold weather, Troka shivered involuntarily.

"What is this?" He muttered to himself as if he had eaten a fly, "I sucked the blood of something before..."

"Merlin's pants?" In order to find some topics to break the uncomfortable atmosphere, Nagini leaned closer to Nelson's ear and asked in a low voice, "Shouldn't vampires talk about Dracula's pants?"

Nagini didn't deliberately lower his voice. After hearing these words, everyone's faces relaxed, and even Troka's face had a smile on his face.

But the fun didn't last long, as the dementor "grew" and the surrounding air grew colder.

At first, the dementor was wrinkled, small enough to squeeze through a man's eye socket, but as more and more body was exposed, its crumpled robes swelled, as if a skeleton had grown out of thin air to hold it together. A tattered black robe stretched out, and soon became exactly like an ordinary dementor.

Witnessing a rotting monster give birth to a desperate soul is more shocking than being directly attacked by dementors, and catalyzed by some kind of evil magic belonging to Borgin Burke, all that is left of Bruce is as The growth of this dementor may be because it has just been born. It does not absorb all the happiness and warmth around it like an ordinary dementor. Instead, it is like the last sound of Bruce's soul, letting his lifeless emotions go wild. Sow the earth around.

Troka's already pale face became even paler. He shook his head and sat down on the ground, not even bothering to stretch his facial nerves. He murmured, "I don't know what it means to be alive."

Dementors have an innate ability to infect emotions. Even people who are not afraid of it will be affected by it. Seeing the people around them getting more and more depressed, Tom curled his lips and waved his wand.

The black snake that once fought Nelson's Silver Falcon rushed out of the soil under the corpse and bit the dementor's neck fiercely. Before it and everyone present could react, the black snake slammed Withdrawing his body, he dragged the dementor into the ground.

"Phew, it's much better," Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the place where the black snake rushed out. There was only a big black pit left there. Bruce's body had disappeared, and he presumably fell into the pit. "I thought it would be a self-destruct or something big. As a dark wizard, this move is really gentle."

"Hmph." Tom withdrew his wand, and a black smoke curled up from the pit. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding fallen leaves and soil were swept into the pit by a gust of wind. Soon, only an inconspicuous small mound was left there. "It's really a guy who is played with by others, even after death, he is also fooled by others like this."

"He should be very unwilling." Nagini looked at the mound and blinked his eyes. It may not be a few years before the mound will disappear. "Before he died, he passed on the most important memory. It should be Maybe he wants others to avenge him, maybe deep down in his heart, he also thinks that old black businessman is doing bad things."

"So what?" Tom shook his head, half pitying and half disdainful, "It's better to do this kind of thing by yourself."

"Ahem..." Troka, who had regained his composure, suddenly cleared his throat and attracted everyone's attention. He bit his lips and said, "Guys, I still have some things to do when I go back to Albania, so I won't bother you here." You guys, if you go back to London sometime, you can..."

Seeing Tom's eyebrows raised higher and higher by his rambling farewell, Troka immediately stopped talking and said with a mournful face, "I swear, I will never tell anyone about you, I'm just an ordinary vampire , I really don’t deserve to be involved in this kind of thing... What Haierbo, what dark wizard, what Horcrux, I have no idea what these words mean!"

"You hear a lot," Nelson quipped.

"Oh...Merlin," Troka slapped himself on the forehead, and his whole face immediately collapsed. He first muttered a strange language that no one could understand, and then said, "I can make an unbreakable If you are still not at ease, I can also accept the Forgetting Curse."

Tom looked at Troka, who looked nervous, and thought it was funny, so he asked, "Do you know when people who have been masked will take off their masks?"

"I know!" Troka immediately put on a tragic expression, and replied, "When you don't need to pretend, for example, you don't think it is necessary to keep a secret when facing a dead person... Can you satisfy my last wish? Before I die, I want to meet my regular customers, such as, for example... Dumbledore, Dumbledore is a regular customer in my store, and I still owe him two bottles of good wine!"

"It's pretty solid! Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Nelson raised his eyebrows. If he was asked to recite the passage just now, he would definitely not be able to recite it. I didn’t expect Troka to have such a memory. He patted Troka on the back and lifted him from the chair. Pulling up beside his legs, one hand helped him dust off his body, and the other hand reached into his pocket.

"Everything is forgotten."

A flash of white light flashed, and Troka opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his swollen stomach, and looked at the surrounding environment blankly.

Layer upon layer of double images appeared in front of him, suppressing the desire to vomit, Troka leaned in front of the corner of the table, looked at a plate of russet small wild fruits in a large bowl on the table, and said intermittently, " Albus... After finding the clansman, it will be more than half a month before they come, have I been waiting there?"

"You made him a fool?" Nagini asked worriedly.

"I overestimated the vampire's defense against magic," Nelson shook his head. "It's okay, he should just be in a trance. I'll take him to someone for treatment."

After that, he grabbed Troka's arm and disappeared in place.

"Don't say it, it's quite like Dumbledore." Tom stood aside, smiling silly at the fruit plate on the table.

"It seems that the vampire's defense against magic is quite strong," Rowena joked, "Nelson's foolish spell bounced back to Slytherin."

"I'll clean it up." Nagini waved his wand, dragging the table like a beginner and walking towards the backyard.

……

"Miss Rowena, may I call you that?"

Tom leaned on a vine that was attached to the fence, and softly called to Rowena, who was weeding with his back turned.

Rowena turned his head in confusion, only to see Tom continue to say mysteriously, "A name is a sign, a person can be called by any name, it depends on who he wants to be, or whoever named him wants him to be What kind of person, like anyone who aspires to be Rowena Ravenclaw, could make such a name for herself."

"Oh?" Rowena put down the hoe and tilted his head at Tom with interest, "Slytherin, are you ready to prove your wisdom to me?"

"No, Ms. Rowena, wisdom doesn't need to be proven." Tom shook his head and looked directly at Rowena's face. "I don't think I have the wisdom to rival yours either."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"It's still the topic just now. The name represents the expectation of a person, and the surname represents the fate of the person," Tom said with a serious face, "What kind of family a person will be born in, and how will he be arranged?" That's what a last name signifies, and that's why I don't want to call you Ms. Ravenclaw, Ms. Rowena."

"So what you want to express is that my surname is not Ravenclaw, so what should my surname be?" Rowena was not angry, but asked in a tone of asking for advice.

"I think you who have knowledge of Ravenclaw should be able to understand this question easily," Tom stood up straight and walked towards Rowena, "compared to how Gnar and I treated you, 'Ms. Ravenclaw' You prefer to hear Nagini call you 'Rowena', which at least shows some inclinations in your heart. In addition to taking care of the transformation of the two of them these days, I have spent more time observing the world. The wisest man."

"What did you observe?" Rowena graciously took the top hat of "the most intelligent", with a hint of joy on his face.

"I noticed that you like to eat very much." Tom said something funny under the circumstances with a serious face.

Sure enough, Rowena burst out laughing, covered her mouth and asked, "Is there anyone who doesn't like to eat? Maybe the only vampire in this forest doesn't like it just now."

"No, it's different, you make me feel like a person who has been hungry for a long time eats hot food for the first time in many years, or even a person who has never eaten before feels full for the first time " said Tom, "I thought it was the result of your thousand years of loneliness."

"Is not it?"

"But you said yourself that you, as the memory in the crown, woke up after being pulled into a trance by Gnar," Tom said, "As far as I know, Rowena Ravenclaw made the crown It should be before the serious illness. If you really wake up at that time, the memory should be completely connected. You may feel that things are different, but you will definitely not feel the vicissitudes of life. There are too many imprints left by time in your emotions. It belongs to a reconnection memory.”

Tom finished a long paragraph in one breath, and added, "Besides, you like to eat out of your curiosity about new things and your greed for new possessions."

"It's a bit far-fetched." Rowena smiled and shook his head.

"That's right, this is just a preface," Tom nodded, and continued, "The Diadem is a famous work of Ravenclaw. I have read Slytherin's notes, and it appeared earlier in time. Are you How do you know about Helena Ravenclaw's theft of the diadem and the fact that he sent Barrow to get her back?"

"You're confused, you told me that." Rowena waved his hand and praised perfunctorily, "Although it's a bit far-fetched, you're still thinking."

"I know, this is what I told you specifically," Tom nodded, and this time Rowena finally showed a surprised expression on his face, "I told you that there was such a thing, but how did you know Barbara What kind of person is Luo? When Ravenclaw created the crown, he sorted out his lengthy memories about magic and hid it in it. Why did he include his impression of a later Slytherin student in the crown? What about it? And after the diadem was stolen by Helena and taken to Albania, did Ms. Ravenclaw come to Albania to pay her respects to her daughter?"

"If I refute, how will you convince me?" Rowena asked curiously, spreading her hands.

"There are still some, such as you water yourself or something, why do you need to water your memory? Of course, there are other small details that make the image presented to me by your behavior very different from a memory that has just awakened. Tom also spread his hands, and the two stood facing each other like two bear biscuits, looking at each other quietly, "You were just unfortunately chosen."

Hearing the last sentence, Rowena laughed out loud. This was the only exclamation she uttered when she saw Bruce's misfortune, but it was unexpectedly remembered by Tom.

"Unfortunate?" Rowena pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't think it is unfortunate. Without a crown, how can a dying tree stump grow again? It can even survive until now, with powerful magic power and What misfortune is there in a free-moving body with the memory of the wisest wizard that ever lived?"

"So you agree with my speculation." Tom bowed slightly, retreated into the forest behind him, and said, "Sorry for the interruption."

"Wait." Rowena stopped him.

"Anything else, Ms. Rowena?" Tom stopped.

"Do you think I agree with your speculation?"

"I believe that a person with Ravenclaw's wisdom will definitely have his own decisions."

"Does a person have determination?" Rowena found the subject, predicate and object neatly, and then asked, "Then what do you want?"

"I don't want anything, Ms. Rowena. I did want a crown before, but I only saw its value as a collectible superficially," Tom replied. "I just think that a person with wisdom should have his own crown." the right to choose."

"..."

Seeing that Rowena was motionless like a real plant, Tom pursed his lips, turned and left quietly, and walked deep into the forest.

"Wait." Just as Tom's back was about to disappear, Rowena stopped him softly.

"What's the matter?" Tom turned his head in confusion. This man doesn't really want to give himself the crown, does he?
"Thanks, I like the name Ms. Rowena."

　today is late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)