My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 495 The Successor

"There are so many things we need to do, this is definitely no less than a Muggle encyclopedia, no... this should be a human encyclopedia," Professor Rahman clasped his crossed fingers on his chest Before, he wanted to suppress his excitement, but his two unconsciously trembling little fingers revealed his inner unrest. He looked at the three people under the podium, and the corners of his mouth raised, "I thought I just needed to expand the teaching materials. Part of it was perfunctory, but now it looks like we can make our name in history."

The sleepy Alphard raised his eyelids. The person in front of him and the blackboard had long been confused. Maybe he didn't even know what Professor Rahman said.

"As the first student who came to help me and gave me so many key suggestions... No, teaching assistant," Professor Rahman pointed to the faces of the three people in the audience, and said with a smile, "I think you should be here has a place of its own in this book."

"Hopefully..."

Alphard was completely asleep, his mouth opened and closed uncontrollably, as if he wanted to spit out some bubbles like a goldfish.

"Professor," Nelson raised his hand, "Even if magic can help us solve most of the problems, these words must at least be written after thinking, even if we read and think without sleep, only with us, plus the possibility of Come to help your classmates, it is difficult to compile so much content."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the blackboard behind Professor Rahman. The blackboard, which was not small at all, was densely filled with titles and key words at the moment. Professor Herman could only stuff them into the space between the row and the row.

Professor Rahman turned his head and looked at the points that he couldn't even remember. He suddenly found it difficult. He inserted his fingers into the hair and scratched vigorously. Some hair strands that were not firmly connected to the scalp looked like Falling like snow, this young man is getting bald at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if fast-forwarding the work status of the next few months or even years.

"Writing... Let me think about it. If we can find a way, this may become the least problem that bothers us." Professor Rahman raised his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a friend who specializes in writing biographies for others." writer, maybe he has a knack for writing fast."

"Professor, I think you should seek help from the Ministry of Magic." Tom's suggestion was more realistic. He was already very sleepy, but he couldn't help the two guys, Nelson and Rahman, who chatted more and more energetically, so they could only stay in the classroom Struggle, "If you request the Ministry of Magic to collect information on all aspects of Muggles, I believe the Muggles government will cooperate. After all, everyone's purpose is the same now, and they all want to understand each other better. It will be more timely and comprehensive.”

"Riddle, what you said is also very reasonable." Professor Rahman nodded, "I will discuss this matter with the principal tomorrow."

This wizard who is very curious about Muggles has been completely immersed in this event that is about to make his name in history. He can't wait to put the other two people in this classroom except for the student who keeps dozing off. After staying all night, he raised his head and looked out of the window. The starry sky behind the glass was already very bright. After looking out, only two bright lights were still on the top of Gryffindor Tower, which was far apart, like two vigils. eyes, blinking.

"Minerva is really hardworking..." Professor Rahman yawned for a long time. After relaxing for a while, the originally tense nerves were about to be washed away by the surging sleepiness. The student who couldn't keep his eyes open, he even forgot to say the second half of the sentence, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Are you all sleepy?"

Nelson and Tom didn't speak, just looked at him blankly.

"Kakkaka..."

The rapid sound of winding came from behind. Professor Rahman looked up and saw a clock whose hour hand had passed zero. He exclaimed, "Merlin's beard, it's already so late, you go back quickly. , otherwise it is easy to lose hair."

"Did Merlin lose his beard too?" Alphard murmured unconsciously. God knows how he managed to talk to people while dozing off. Hearing Professor Rahman's "forgiveness", Nelson and Tom immediately stood up Get up, copy Alphard one by one, and leave.

"I'm really sorry, I forgot the time on a whim," Professor Rahman said hastily, "Go back to sleep, and if you meet Mr. Ogg, tell him that I kept you until now."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson yawned and thanked him sincerely, "You also go to bed earlier."

"Yeah, there is morning class tomorrow," Professor Rahman frantically dug out a stack of parchment from the desk drawer, "but I have to sort out these notes first, and I can't let the students look at them." A blackboard of notes in a daze."

After finishing speaking, he waved his wand, and the classroom door opened, and the cold wind of the early autumn night came in from the corridor, and spun around Alphard's neckline, making him shiver.

Professor Rahman turned his back to the three of them and waved his wand. The writing on the blackboard began to be arranged in a more reasonable way. He frowned from time to time, thinking hard about his previous thoughts, but there was no student behind him. The sound of leaving, are they already sleepy?He turned involuntarily and saw Nelson standing behind him like a ghost.

"Let me help you, Professor."

Professor Rahman nodded. Nelson took out his wand and took half a stack of parchment from his hand. The two faced the blackboard side by side. The wand flew like a band's baton. Then they arrange and combine themselves like a living life, and soon fly out of the blackboard like a dove, like notes in a stave, and get into the parchment in the hands of the two of them by category.

After a while, most of the writing on the blackboard disappeared.

"You can go back and rest first, I can finish this work in a while." Professor Rahman kindly reminded.

"I don't have class tomorrow morning, but you do, Professor, I have a sister who is your class tomorrow morning."

"Then I must cheer up," Professor Rahman smiled, "In fact, at first I thought it would be a hindrance for you to sort it out, but now it seems that you know more about my thinking than I do familiar."

"After all, you have explained it in such detail."

"By the way, are you Norwegian?" Professor Rahman blinked at Nelson and said, "Your middle name is a common surname in Norway, maybe you can really be something Norwegians are proud of." Bluetooth King Harald might as well."

"Bluetooth King?" Nelson squinted his eyes. Except for some familiar magical events and wizards, he knew little about the history of Northern Europe. This land surrounded by wind and snow and extreme day and night all year round can be seen with a pair of eyes soaked in magic power. Look, it's full of mysteries, but hearing the name, he always felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, "Who is that? Professor, is he also a teaching assistant who can give advice and trouble?"

"I know your History of Magic grades are excellent, but you don't know he's normal, because that's a Muggle, Williams," replied Professor Rahman, "that's a Scandic The pirate king who divided the Navia Peninsula and unified the three Nordic countries is a sociable person. What is even more commendable is that he once lobbied the Nordic wizards and Muggles to truly integrate together, even now It's pretty traditional, it's the same thing that we're doing, and what the guys behind the events in Paris were doing two months ago."

Nelson's wand-waving hand paused, and the words stripped from the blackboard hovered in the air, and Professor Rahman took two away at the opportunity.

"Don't be dazed, Williams, the examination system and current cultural trends are not on your side." Professor Rahman smiled, "I'm going to talk to Professor Binns tomorrow, he should have more detailed information, and At times like this, historians have a lot to do."

"Ok?"

"Think about it the same way. Wizards of the future read history books and wanted to see what happened in the twentieth century. In the end, they only wrote one sentence—'The International Statute of Secrecy is abolished'. That would be too annoying."

……

"When did I put a watch here?"

Behind the closed door, Professor Rahman scratched his head and looked over the blackboard suspiciously, but there was nothing there.

"Did I read it wrong?" He hurried to the window and looked in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. There was only one light left there. When he took a closer look, it was McGonagall's office. He scratched Scratching her hair, the strands of her hair fell down, and she laughed at herself, "I'm so sleepy, I have double images when I look at everything."

In the corridor, Nelson and Tom had already fled away in a flash, and Alphard floated behind them, sleeping peacefully and soundly.

While packing up the manuscript in his arms, Nelson skillfully disassembled a wall clock that was exactly the same as before, and put it back in his pocket.

"You put this watch in the first place?" Tom understood, and gave Nelson an approving look. "I feel like this professor is pulling us to chat all night."

"Yes," Nelson nodded, turned around and glanced at the door of the Muggle Studies classroom, even though it was far away, he could still see the light shining through the door in the dim corridor, which looked even more It was dazzling just now, "Professor Rahman seems to have the idea of ​​staying overnight, and I don't know if the students in the Muggle Studies class tomorrow will be able to have a holiday."

"I guess he will be more excited tomorrow," Tom yawned, took out a watch from his pocket and showed it to Nelson, and sighed, "It's better than us... By the way, the time on your watch is Wrong, it's already past two o'clock in the morning."

"Why do I have two more hours than you?" Nelson laughed. "Did you spend these two hours drinking coffee?"

"Haha." Tom commented on the not-so-funny joke with a dry laugh.

"Speaking of which, how is Grindelwald doing recently?" Nelson glanced at Alfard who was floating behind him, and asked softly, "I can only see a rough newsletter from Austria or Bulgaria in the newspaper, he is returning to Dems Has Trump made up his lessons? Why is there no news?"

"You really don't care at all? I really don't know what ecstasy Dumbledore gave you," Tom pouted, and said, "I just happened to see a little bit, it's your fanatical fan The magazine that I run--"The Quibbler", it said that Grindelwald was seen on the white sand beach in Sicily, looking like he was on vacation, but with a thick bandage around his waist, boy, You wouldn't really give his waist with a sword—"

Tom didn't continue to speak, but just put a knife in his hand and made a figurative gesture.

"Ok?"

But this unremarkable action hurt Alphard who was held behind him. Following the movement of Tom holding the stick, Alphard's body turned around in the air, his face flushed instantly, and he muttered, "What happened?" What happened? Is there an earthquake?"

"It's nothing, Alphard," said Tom, turning around, "and turn it around, lest you choke to death."

"Oh, thanks……"

When Alphard calmed down again, Tom approached Nelson and said softly, "Is the cold weapon so powerful?"

"You can try it," Nelson said faintly, "to put it bluntly, it's a set of piercing and exploding spells, I just think that kind of shape is more beautiful, at least it's better than stabbing someone with a mop stick made of runes .”

"Well, anyway, judging from the information that can be seen now, Grindelwald, like you, did nothing, as if the two of you had discussed it, or you were both persuaded by Dumbledore? Look For Merlin’s sake, let’s not talk about you, just the rabble under your command. If they disturb my good business, even if they belong to my favorite successor, I have to send them to Scotland to wake up first. Paris On that day, I felt that everyone present except the spark boy who lit the gunpowder barrel would probably die of rage. I have never seen a situation where a battle is over and there is no winner," Tom said while thinking , "To be honest, I can understand that Dumbledore can persuade Grindelwald to stay out of trouble for a short time, but what I don't understand is, why did he persuade you? Seriously, as he told you I can make up about 1 sentences in one minute."

"Fancy successor?" Nelson was a little confused, "What is a fancy successor?"

"Oh, I forgot, you only read newspapers and not magazines these days," Tom shrugged, and said, "It was that same issue of The Quibbler, and Grindelwald even gave a brief interview in which one of his The favorite successor played an important role in this Paris incident, you should really read that issue, Grindelwald’s outrageous remarks make people look like fake news, what is for world peace, for Muggles and wizards Friendships are made and sustained..."

"Damn..."

"Damn it, after all, as a performance artist who has inherited his name, I have an inescapable responsibility...who!"

Seeing the figure flashing away at the corner of the corridor ahead, Tom raised his wand and snapped.

Following his movements, Alphard rolled violently in the air. Nelson hurriedly caught him, and when he raised his eyes again, Tom had already chased him.

(End of this chapter)