My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 440 This is divination, this is destiny

Many years later, facing the Order of the Phoenix, Tom Riddle will surely think of the distant night when his close friend Nelson Williams was beaten up by his free-range cat in the small dormitory.

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Halloween.

Hogwarts was filled with colorful pumpkin heads. Many little wizards fell asleep before taking off their makeup when they returned to their dormitories. From time to time in the castle, there were strange screams from night guys who were startled by their makeup, but it belonged to Nelson. The bedroom with Tom was extremely quiet, so quiet that there was no festive carnival atmosphere, as if it was a gathering of ghosts remembering their time in the world.

Tom was sitting on the window sill, with one leg stretched out and the other resting on the window sill. An hourglass-shaped pendant was hung in the middle of his pure black robe. The black fine sand was constantly changing from one cavity to another as the small hourglass rotated. Sliding, as if conforming to some kind of reincarnation rules, although the gravel is black, they can still shine in the night, containing a magic that is difficult to explain even by magic, holding the cute cat named Question Mark in his arms , one hand stroked the smooth hair on its back from front to back, and the other hand was placed under the kitten's chin, fingers rhythmically teased the cat's neck, and made a comfortable purring sound from its throat.

Through the glass, he watched Nelson grab the window sill and carefully insert the sword in his hand into a constantly rotating flower pot. He had rarely seen this childhood friend look so serious. , Even in Nelson's favorite history of magic class, he never showed such an expression. Behind Nelson, the lush stars shuttled through the clouds, just like the passage of time.

As if that silly shadow-playing fortune-telling scam was all he'd been looking for in his life, there seemed to be a path to the uncharted, to a place Tom knew nothing about, where Nelson really belonged.

"Do you need help?" He knocked on the glass and asked softly to Nelson outside the window. The roommate behind him made a sweet voice, and the air flow passed through the blocked nasal cavity and mouth, bringing out the mediocrity and mundane from the ordinary body. The turbid air, the glass separated him from Nelson inside and out, and the roommates behind him were not in the same world as him.

This sudden sense of loneliness made Tom sigh, and the action of serving the question mark in his hand couldn't help but stagnate. The question mark in his arms raised his head and meowed dissatisfiedly, and Tom began to repeat the previous action mechanically.

"What's the matter? Tired of scratching?" Nelson pried open the window of the dormitory and smiled at Tom with one eye, "Why don't you come? I'll serve it for you?"

As soon as the window was opened, the chilly night wind came in. The roommates on the bed were shocked by the cold air, wrapped the quilt tightly in their dreams, and snored even more harshly. In the past, they even felt like waiting for Tom to fall asleep Going to bed again, after several years of getting along, this indifferent genius wizard has also changed a lot. They are so familiar with Tom that they have even asked if they want to bring him a copy when they go to eat.

"Forget it," Tom thought for a while, shaking his head, "it's too cold outside, and I don't understand your stuff."

"You must be familiar with it." Nelson smiled brightly, and it could be seen that he had made a lot of progress. "I think you don't want to be shown like a fool every day with followers."

"Isn't that great?" Tom yawned. "How did the game go?"

"What game?" Nelson put down the wrench in his hand, dumped a bunch of gears into the flower pot, and pointed at them with his wand. With the assembly of the device, the sharp sword that seemed to have been inserted straight was moving forward. Slowly adjusting his position at an angle imperceptible to the naked eye.

"You and Dumbledore's ghost Halloween dinner dessert contest," Tom yawned louder again, "didn't he ask you to compete before? I think you got round when you came back, did you win? ?”

"Don't be so victorious, Tom, sometimes it's more valuable to hide your clumsy than to look like a fool."

"It looks like I lost."

"..." Nelson was silent for a moment, then said, "In terms of eating sweets, I am indeed far inferior to him."

"You still don't want to lose to him."

"I don't want to lose to anyone," Nelson smiled. "Of course, if winning is meaningless, I won't pursue it."

"Is this a meaningful victory?"

"Not counting."

"Then what counts?"

"Such as stuffing the damn Haier into that damn door?" Nelson shrugged, a small nut fell from his pocket and fell into the grass under the castle. He poked his head out and looked down, shrinking helplessly. Looking back, "Or help some people get justice to fate? I'm not like you, Tom, I don't have that kind of innately powerful magic power. Almost everything I surpass myself comes from the gifts of others, and I have the obligation to fulfill theirs." wish."

"Is there nothing you want to do?" Tom asked patiently, "You want to win, not for anyone, not even Nagini, Adele or even Jonas, leave them all behind Finally, only for the things you can win."

"..."

For a moment, there was only the sound of wind blowing on the windowsill.

"Okay," Tom shook his head helplessly, "and if you do something wrong, do you want to win?"

"How can I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing?" Nelson laughed. "Anyone would feel like they're doing the right thing."

"Everyone, including me, is saying you're wrong."

"Who will you send to attack me then? You?"

Tom didn't speak, and it took a long time to hold back a "hmm".

"Then I choose to catch it with nothing," Nelson happily put the wrench back into his pocket, opened the window a little wider, and poked his entire face in. This look was scary in the middle of the night, but Tom had already seen it. , he turned sideways to get out of the way, and heard Nelson joke, "Who dares to be an enemy of the great Lord Riddle? After all, you are a character who can't even mention your name!"

Tom laughed, watching Nelson deftly turn over the window sill with the heavy bag on his back, unload the bag full of tools from his shoulders, and hang it on the pole of the four-poster bed. Judging from the bent wooden pillar, it has been bearing the unbearable weight of life during this period of time.

"How could it be?" Tom shook his head, and threw the postbox in his arms towards Nelson, "I've wanted to be an enemy of the world for a long time."

"Stop talking about these ancient settings." Nelson waved his hand, received the small letter box in the air, unfolded the letter and read it roughly, "It's really interesting, that Ivy doesn't seem to be a wizard in the true sense, Are you chasing me here?"

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"Isn't it bothering you to play with those stars every day?"

"It's a bit worse here, and it will be worse in the future. You don't want Credence to become a medieval legend, do you?"

"But it's mid-November now."

In the secret room, while complaining about Nelson's complicated mechanical work, Tom rode on the scaffold and stuck a golden ball representing Venus in the frame formed by the fog in midair. , he has to ride a scaffold to chase the stars again.

In front of him, the galaxy model centered on the earth is running slowly on an extremely complicated trajectory. The complex movement and frequent flickering make people dazzled. When Tom was shocked by it, he kept asking Nelson if this was the real universe, but when he was really outside the universe and fiddled with the stars like the creation gods in Muggle mythology, this tiny The shock dissipated quickly, and then turned into a feeling of loneliness filled with emptiness.

The blue ball representing them is wrapped in the center with three layers inside and outside, so small that it is a bit funny.

The lazy white cat lay on the wooden board below Tom and licked the fur on his palm, just like a supervisor wearing a white hat on the construction site, monitoring the two people's projects in a decent manner.

"You said that Venus is so big, can it give birth to life?"

"When can you go and see for yourself, or find a chance to ask yourself," Nelson stood in the center of the star, dodging the flying planets from time to time, "please hand over the fragments marked [-] to [-] Give it to me, I have to set up the asteroid belt."

Hearing this, Tom lowered his head and looked at the ground, waved his wand, and threw the piled meteorite fragments over. With Nelson's response, they were quickly controlled by the gravity of the stars and entered the picture of the universe. The starry sky is like no other.

Nelson exited the astral body, came to Tom, grabbed the hourglass hanging on Tom's chest, and slowly turned the knob.

"When do you want to see the stars?"

"Halloween's Eve, that's the day you were hit with a question mark."

"You can really pick embarrassing moments."

"Is this still embarrassing? Damn, I always thought that what you made me wear was the legendary Time Turner, but I didn't expect it to be just a model remote control," Tom said viciously, "It's useless to cast it three times a day A protective spell."

"The most important thing in a band is the baton." Nelson laughed. "Look."

The black gravel in the hourglass flows in the opposite direction as the knob is turned, while the stars in the model are rapidly retreating according to the original trajectory. The long path and short time make their trajectory an invisible phantom light, stirring the air Amidst the buzzing sound, the starry sky above did not know that their trajectories had been reproduced by mere human beings.

The movement stopped quickly, and what appeared in front of Tom was a strange and familiar star map, which froze in place, as if time had also stagnated.

"We're back in the day."

Nelson applauds awkwardly.

"You should show this to your astronomy professor."

Tom curled his lips, took out a small silver ball that was exactly the same as the small silver ball Nelson gave to the centaur, and threw it to the center of the star map.

The blue ball in the center is not a solid entity. Unlike all the surrounding ones, it is a halo like flowing water. The ball thrown by Tom is pulled by gravity when it approaches it, blending into the halo, replacing the center. s position.

Immediately afterwards, the small silver ball opened with the sound of the gears spinning, and the sky was filled with starlight. On October 31, when Nelson was beaten by a cat, the star map appeared in front of the two of them.

Every point of light coincides with the star in the model, exactly.

"I think it deserves Lord Riddle's applause, what do you think?"

"Ah yes yes yes."

Tom clapped perfunctorily, but his heart was full of shock.

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"The divination believed by the centaur is not nonsense," Nelson said loudly standing in front of the star map. His face was a little pale, but his spirit was extremely excited. "In the cosmology we are familiar with, although the geocentric theory only changed the reference, The trajectories of stars have become extremely complicated, and even difficult to measure by conventional methods, which makes it gradually replaced by the Muggle heliocentric theory. In fact, they are just different reference objects and trade-offs due to different degrees of simplicity."

"so what?"

Early December, night.

Tom, who was also tired, stayed in the secret room with a lot less stars, listening to Nelson deliver his high-spirited speeches.

"There are countless stars in the universe, and their relative motion trajectories are heterogeneous or even chaotic, but the innumerable also represents a solid fact. If all the stars are projected on the earth we live on, there will always be a star at a certain stage. The trajectory coincides with a certain person's life, although it has nothing to do with the so-called fate, but it is indeed a coincidence and a fact that has come and gone."

"Can they be found by magic?"

"You don't need to find everything, just find what we need, or even just what we need for a certain period of time."

Like a parent seeing a newborn, Nelson stared at the star map, which was so simple that it was already somewhat abstract. He waved his magic wand, and the stars spun rapidly. The surrounding starlight shot towards the blue ball in the center, and the blue ball The small ball is also getting bigger and bigger, becoming more and more realistic, each star lights up and then quickly dims, dyeing the small ball brilliant silver, a black track across the small ball appears on the surface, those missed starlight Wrapped in a lost fog, it quickly extinguished, and in the dark there were re-lighted stars shining with it. In the end, almost all the stars were extinguished, leaving only a dim star in the corner leaving a silver trail on the black track. lace.

"The magic of the centaurs does not lie in prediction at all, but in observation. They can use the most primitive method to detect the most distant constellations. This is the magic of magic. And I, my eyes are already above the clouds, so I will See farther and more clearly than they do."

Nelson recited the distant epic in the language of the centaurs, and the light became brighter and brighter, and even extended to the front and rear where the black track had not yet set foot!

"Where do you come from, where are you going?" Nelson said softly, the starlight in his eyes was extremely hot, "You can get a glimpse of the leopard from the tube, and use the incomplete derivation to complete the whole."

"Tom, this is divination," his voice echoed in the empty secret room, hidden in the starlight, and revealed in the thick fog, "This is what fate looks like. I not only want to see the future, but I also have to see it." Clear the past."

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