My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 421 Fragments of the Future

The rain-washed forest struggled to reveal a trace of lush greenery from the decay of autumn and winter, and even the air became much fresher. Under the nourishment of the fresh air, Credence seemed to be in a much better condition, or maybe it was because of the Nelson's heart that was shocked by "hope" calmed down. The hideous scar on his face seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and he rarely showed a sweet appearance, and he became less hideous.

"I feel like I should be thanking Dippet," Credence said softly, stroking his scar. "It hurts silently, but I haven't felt so relieved in years."

"You have something to lose, Credence," Nelson said, frowning, "Nagini suffered no less from the backlash of the blood curse than you, not to mention my plan is not perfect, even Now it seems that it is full of loopholes, but she still endured it, it is not something that can be achieved by relying on the deception of an invisibility cloak, since she can do it, why can't you?"

"Speaking of the invisibility cloak—"

"Tom told me," Nelson lowered his head, playing with the gem in his hand, frowning, "I already have some guesses, but I still need some evidence - some evidence from myself, maybe fate can arrange Yes, my friend... By the way, you said that you felt a silent being watching you before, right?"

"Yes, but I can't find him."

"I see." Nelson nodded, took out a small notebook, and made another note in it.

Seeing this scene, Tom, with his hands in his pockets, laughed abruptly.

The "rustling" sound of the pen tip rubbing against the parchment resounded rhythmically in the forest.

"Can you tell me what kind of experiment it is?" Credence said casually, "I have some doubts about the word 'experiment', of course, I don't believe in your ability, but I need to understand, do I need to arrange it? Let's have a look at the funeral."

Nelson raised his head, his blue eyes were filled with mist, he didn't answer Credence's question, but instead answered a series of questions.

"You've used an invisibility cloak before, haven't you?"

"Yes, I followed Armando Dippet to a hidden research base of the Magical Congress of America. He didn't seem to have the ability to take it down, but I couldn't reveal my identity, so I snatched an invisibility cloak ——I found out from a special channel that the Potter family who sells shampoo has a very useful one, and of course, I have already returned it."

"You didn't give me the invisibility cloak I have, did you?"

"Yes, Tom said that I entrusted Dumbledore to give it to you, but I don't have any memory of it," Credence muttered, lost in memory, "but it doesn't rule out that he used it on me." Spells such as forgetting nothing, after all, according to Tom, the invisibility cloak is unique, but I can call you through similar magic power."

"He won't do such a thing," Nelson added after a pause, "at least not now."

"That's weird..." Credence mused.

"Credence," Nelson closed his notebook, not as realistic as before, but instead showed strong confidence, his eyes revealed the gleam of excitement, similar to the look he had when he first got the wand a few years ago The eyes were exactly the same, and he looked at Credence like a treasure, suppressed his excitement, and said in a calm tone, "This is a magic that travels through time and space, and it only exists in blueprints and failures, but I think, It will soon become a reality."

"Time and space? Sorry, I don't understand."

Tom on the side waved his wand calmly and cast the magic of concealing information. Roy, who was sitting opposite Adele, showed a smile of a small movement, picked a petal from the top of his head, and rubbed it in his hands, "Stingy wizard of..."

"It can send a person back in time, Credence, I don't know if you have felt that there was a second of confusion in time not long ago," Nelson explained happily, "That was a friend of mine. A creative witch has studied for many years. She has always wanted to break the shackles of time and return to where she should go. The reason for this time disorder is that I accidentally broke her experimental equipment. "

Tom on the side finally couldn't hold back anymore, and complained, "Can this kind of thing be broken casually?"

"It is because we broke it that we were able to discover the possibility of turning back time. At present, there are two biggest difficulties," Nelson said, "First, how to determine an anchor point in the past as the end of the journey, after all, for us , what has happened cannot be changed, but it was in this accident that I discovered the eternal and unchanging quality of Mirage as a place of memory, and just before coming here, I had a new appreciation for the magic of prophecy. understanding."

"You finally admit that you are a prophet!" Hearing this, the superstitious Tom seemed even more excited than Nelson, as if he would ask Nelson to tell his fortune immediately.

"Uh..." Nelson decided to ignore him and continued, "Second, sending a person back in time requires more magic power than him, it's like asking an omnipotent person to create a piece of magic that he can't lift Like a stone, it’s a paradox, but Professor Dippet’s magic made me understand the law of the obscurant’s magic, Credence, if you can freely control the power of the obscurant, then it is indeed better than what you have The magic power is much stronger... I can teach you the magic of Professor Dippet, and maybe in the process of studying this targeted magic, you can deepen your understanding of yourself... No, you can definitely deepen it!"

Seeing the pensive expression on Credence's face, Nelson struck while the iron was hot, "Maybe we can completely consume the silent magic power in your body by controlling the amount. This may be the best time for you to get rid of it!"

"Damn it, are you going to perceive those strange memories again?" Hearing that Nelson dug out something from Armando's memory again, Tom thought of when he faced Peeves and the Second Salem victim After that dangerous experience, he accused rather annoyedly, "Didn't you say that you will never do this again?"

"It's different this time, Tom," Nelson explained. He tapped his temple, and a pair of deformed golden glasses climbed his shoulders and cheeks. "This time I went to Alexander's again. It's like reading a book."

"It's better like this." Tom looked at Nelson's somewhat familiar appearance with gold-rimmed glasses under the brim of his hat, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.

"Are you sure? That sounds difficult," Credence said, looking up from his thoughts.

"If it was before, I would tell you that I'm sure, but not that sure," Nelson said word by word, staring into Credence's eyes, "but now, I can tell you that I'm sure about my future self." It succeeded, and the silent one watching you is yourself from the future."

"So without precedent, no one will know that the invisibility cloak can deceive the blood curse." Tom immediately found the key point of the whole thing, narrowed his eyes, and said softly, "So, the plan to save Nagini, It actually starts now."

"You saved her," Nelson looked at Credence, whose expression became more and more firm, with a smile on his face. "You kept your promise to her. You are a man who will do what you say."

"Haha," Credence held out his hand, the magic of the unbreakable oath gleaming on the back of his hand, "so I will definitely do it, won't I?"

"Yes."

"I hope the wizards of the Potter family won't affect their mentality because of this," Tom muttered, "I'm still looking forward to their new generation of shampoo."

……

"Actually, ever since I received the Hogwarts admission letter, I have been thinking about a question."

Nelson lowered the brim of his hat to cover the glare of the sun, and looked at the horizon where the sea and the sky meet. A group of seagulls who were preparing for the winter were flying above the shimmering schools of fish, preparing to have a good meal before leaving.

"What?" Tom also looked in the direction of Nelson's gaze, but was quickly averted by the dazzling sun, "Where did you come from?"

"What are you thinking?" Nelson gave Tom a blank look, and said, "I've always been curious, since owls can find anyone so easily, why are there so many reserved cells in Azkaban? Auror All we have to do is write a letter to the criminal and follow the owl on a broom."

"Uh..." Tom also had a puzzled expression on his face. This seemed to be a question that no wizard had ever considered, "So, are there any owls over there?"

Nelson didn't speak, and soon, a big gray owl flapped its wings and rushed over from the group of seagulls, hovering in front of Nelson with piercing eyes, with a gold-plated letter box tied to its right leg , Nelson pointed to himself, and the owl nodded, stretched its chubby legs, and put on an attitude of "give you the gift of kissing my feet", letting Nelson, whose expression became numb due to shock, take the letter from the It's legs plucked off.

Seeing the figure of Nelson turning his head after putting away the letter box, the owl blinked in surprise, as if wondering why this stupid human being in front of him didn't seize this rare opportunity.

But at this time, Nelson had already started to rotate the cover of the mailbox, and the owl gave him a dissatisfied look. Tom beside him took out a pack of small dried fish that was usually used to feed the question mark from his pocket, took out one, and handed it over. gave the owl.

It nodded in satisfaction, picked up the dried fish, flapped its wings and flew into the air, circling above the three of them looking for the direction to the west.

"I'll make you some pocket-packing gadgets when I get back," Nelson said without raising his head, still struggling with the lid of the mailbox. It seemed to be slippery, and he didn't open it after a long time. "Look It can't reach Borgin Burk's eyes, but it can turn out a dried fish in a moment, Tom, I'm afraid you will take out a fish when you draw out your wand when you duel with others later."

"Yeah," said Tom quietly, "if you ever got spanked by your cat, you'd have a special place in your pocket for snacks."

"..."

Nelson suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and a feeling of suffocation slowly covered his body from the memories.

"That's the owl of the Ministry of Magic. If you go to work for the Ministry of Magic in the future, maybe you have to work with it as a colleague." Tom said, "Have you noticed? It has the badge of the Ministry of Magic tied to its leg...Why do they Sending you a letter? Have they finally decided to lock you up in Azkaban? Maybe there's an Auror behind you on a broomstick tracking your location."

"You're good at learning and using it." Nelson still didn't unscrew the lid of the letter box, blushing, and muttered, "Maybe I should consider donating a sum of money to the Ministry of Magic, and I can't let this design be flawed anymore The cover reduces their already poor productivity.”

Listening to the nonsensical conversation between the two, Credence on the side suppressed a smile. He was afraid that once he laughed out loud, the wound on his body that had been healed with great difficulty would burst open again.

"I still have a question." Nelson said as he took out his wand. He had given up trying to unscrew the lid and was about to brute force.

"Where did you come from and go this time?"

"No, I was a little curious just now, this owl obviously has no neck, why can it nod?"

When it was too late, the owl hovering above his head let out a dissatisfied cry, lowered his head to find the right position, and a hidden weapon fell from the sky.

Nelson didn't look up, but he just turned slightly sideways, and the "hidden weapon" was easily dodged and fell to the ground. He lowered his head and shrugged, "Oh, bird shit."

Credence finally couldn't stand it anymore, he walked up to Nelson and held out his hand.

"Give it to me." Without waiting for Nelson to respond, Credence snatched the letter box from his hand, grabbed the cover, and pulled it off easily. He returned the cover and letter box to Nelson, face He said expressionlessly, "Threaded caps are currently only used by Nurmengard's products. You may not believe it, but the bottles used by the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria to seal potions were still rolled steel caps, and even Seal the bottle with beeswax or sealant."

"Is that so?" Nelson scratched his head, "I thought this technology was already very popular."

He poured out the rolled letterhead from the letter box, scraped off the wax seal on it with his fingernails, and what he saw was the exaggerated and exaggerated cursive full name.

"You're right, they're still using wax."

Nelson spread the parchment and scanned the contents quickly.

"When's the deadline for surrender?" asked Tom, leaning forward.

"Some nonsense nonsense, thank you for our contribution to the world during the holidays, I think Nobirich will use that incident to attack the United States again," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "but the second half is quite interesting, It looks like he wrote it himself."

"What an honor." Tom yawned. "How much galleons is the bonus?"

"He said it would satisfy us," Nelson said, looking at the lower half of the parchment. "Judge Shafik suggested that he recruit some students from Hogwarts 'as a reserve of talent'. I am the No. .1 choice, it's really strange, I always feel that this old man doesn't want to see me."

"It's boring," Tom curled his lips. "What's the point of the Ministry of Magic? A group of drunkards are playing wax in it? Or playing bridge?"

"That's not true," Nelson narrowed his eyes. "I'm a little curious about their new department. It just so happens that there are some things that can correspond to the future fragments in my hands."

　Riwan challenge failed, (6500/10000), left [-] words, continue to challenge tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)