My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 498 Frames
In the dark and deep tunnel, the little green snake shimmered and crawled quickly from behind Tom along the moss-covered pipeline. The only bright color.

But the bright color soon dimmed. As soon as Tom grabbed the little snake and clenched his fists, its small body made of magic power was crushed to pieces, turning into little green light spots and flying away.

"Unfamiliar smell?"

Tom's eyes became stern, and those tiny spots of light penetrated into his palm one by one. Gradually, a man's image completely emerged in front of his eyes. It was a reporter wearing a vest, carefully He was walking in the corridor that Tom had just passed by, holding a thick blank sketchbook in his hand, the pencil in his hand kept rubbing against the paper, making a "rustling" sound, and the little snake was lying on the edge of the corridor The gargoyle sculpture overhead, watching silently as he paints the full length of the hallway in a matter of minutes.

Seeing this, it turned its head and got into the pipe behind the gargoyle.

"Huh? There is water here." The reporter was attracted by the flashing green light, and looked behind the gargoyle sculpture, just in time to see a section of the tail that got into the pipe.

"Let the person in front forget what happened tonight first."

Tom thought for a while, then waved his wand, and another small snake flew out from his cuff and coiled on his index finger. Tom took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the bottle stopper, and put it on the snake's sharp teeth. After dripping a few drops of dark green venom, the little snake arched its body and launched itself like a spring.

"Let me see what you are doing in the middle of the night, are you looking for the toilet again? Mr. Reporter."

……

"Are you there, Lord Slytherin."

The door of the lounge opened suddenly, and Nelson's figure appeared at the door. Under the soft light of the lounge, only a well-defined silhouette could be seen.

He stood quietly at the door, waiting for a response in the empty corridor.

"Ugh……"

After a long time, there was finally a lonely sigh on the wall, and then, the wall lamps in the entire corridor lit up at the same time, Salazar Slytherin stayed in the empty picture frame at the end of the corridor directly opposite Nelson, sitting on the floor, he Standing up with his hands on the ground without hesitation, he walked out of the frame. The next second, the landscape painting around Nelson seemed to be splashed with hot water. The paint dispersed, and the old face of Slytherin appeared on the painting In the frame, the smudged paint in the background fades slowly, revealing the same texture as the wall, as if the old man is lying on a window in the corridor, greeting the passing students.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed, what are you doing?"

"Hearing your story, I felt overwhelmed, so I left Alphad at the door of the dormitory and came out to find you."

"Don't freeze that kid," Slytherin stroked his hair, tilted his head, and looked at Nelson beside him from a Mona Lisa angle, "What are you in a daze for?"

"I was thinking, since Hogwarts has your portrait, why can't you find the other founders?"

"Why am I the only one who has a portrait? Oh, of course it's because it's a new kind of magic, just like Royna branded his knowledge with Ravenclaw. I like to leave my name or portrait, so You can only live in this senseless vanity," Slytherin said, "Maybe this is not a good choice, whether it is me or Royna, maybe embracing death like them is a better choice .”

"Are they... dead?"

Nelson regretted this. He had long been fascinated by Gryffindor with courage and Hufflepuff with benevolence. After meeting Rowena and Slytherin one after another, he also fantasized about these two Long can also leave their will and stories in some way.

"Of course, people are mortal," Slytherin retorted, "or else? Do you think that poor stake, delirious with knowledge, or me locked in a picture frame is alive?" ?Thinking too much, not to mention they don’t like to draw pictures of themselves like me, Royna’s method is not applicable, how can Godric have so much stuff in his head to put in the crown? As the world’s leading alchemist , even if I stuff him in the whole thing I made, it’s just like writing a catalog.”

Watching Slytherin attack his old friend with a brisk tone, Nelson seemed to have returned to the time when the Big Four founded the school 1000 years ago.

"As for Helga," the Slytherin said quickly, "she lives in everyone's hearts."

"Is there nothing else?" Nelson asked curiously. If Slytherin really likes to leave a false name as he said, there should be a lot of portraits and even sculptures. One of the strange scales.

"Any other portraits?" Slytherin gave a funny excuse, "You know, wizards with a high level like ours don't have very good personalities. If you put many of them in the same room, I'm afraid there will be a scolding war because of looking down on each other, from the establishment of Hogwarts to the closure of Hogwarts - if there is Hogwarts at that time, so we held a meeting together to discuss those who are not The good-looking portraits were voted and burned, leaving the best one."

"really?"

Nelson looked at Slytherin suspiciously. If he only said the first half of the sentence, Nelson might believe it, but adding the second half of it would be as bizarre as a joke.

"It's true, I don't need to lie to you."

"Well, Lord Slytherin," Nelson said, shrugging, "you should have heard it just now."

"Is that armor?" Slytherin nodded, and said, "It's a very old armor, I must first declare that I didn't come here to eavesdrop on your conversation, but Dumbledore Lido heard that you brought an unconscious male classmate sleepwalking in the corridor, and asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I understand that these things are not pleasant to hear, after all, this is something you have experienced personally."

"Yes...do you have any questions? Come out of the common room," Slytherin said with a sigh. "If it was the inscription on its skirt, I wouldn't tell you, because those are not The strong silver powder will only fall off after it is completely weathered, and if it is scraped off in advance, it will even damage its original appearance."

"Can you tell me about your past?"

"What is there to talk about? We are all just a pair of armor, either being put on a shelf or being hacked by a sword, but since you asked, I just have some mood to talk to you," Slytherin said. Trapped in memories, he slowly said, "When we were young, we were ambitious and ambitious. Just then, a big event happened, which gave us a chance to flex our muscles..."

……

The story I will tell next may be a bit bizarre, and may be different from some versions you have heard. I may have reasons to deceive you, but the true face of the story cannot be restored simply by hearing it.

Once upon a time there was a black wizard who brought endless troubles to this world. You must know his name. It was Hai Erbo who was kicked into death by you. Despicable Hai Erbo, the inventor of the Horcrux , he has an extremely tenacious and distorted life, so that thousands of years after being knocked into the dust by ancient Greek wizards, he is still the imaginary enemy of most wizards in the world. No one knows when he will come back, as the foundation of black magic. Or, every "return" of him will set off a bloody storm in this world, and I just happen to live in the age when his power was the most inflated.

Haierbo’s creations, or pets, or even playthings—those dementors suddenly appeared on the land of the British Isles one day. We checked all possible entrances to the Misty Illusion, and checked all possible connections with None of the wizards who had communicated with the illusion found any signs of them.

After several months of investigation, I came to a conclusion that you can hardly imagine-these dementors were summoned by people, but this is very illogical. Everyone knows that anyone who has anything to do with Hai Erbo Everything is unfortunate and evil, and the person who tries to master his power will be the first sacrifice to be killed. Even the dark wizard with the most inflated desire will definitely not do such a stupid thing.

And my next investigation is no different from speculation. No wizard in Britain has the motivation or ability to call or create them, but they will never be born out of thin air and wander here aimlessly. At that time, Hogwarts This has been established, we guard the weak little wizards, huddled in this castle, when an organization born to fight against dementors sent a powerful wizard to help us, yes, It's the ring around your wand, Knights of the Garter, and the wizard's name is Binns Cuthbert, whose daughter is also studying at Hogwarts, and was one of our first students.

With his help, we were finally able to free up our hands, and Godric and I took turns leaving the school to find the source of the disaster.

Hearing this, you must be wondering why people like me and Godric are getting so fucked up by dementors, why is this kind of garbage such a disaster?You mustn't understand, and honestly, I didn't understand at the time, that in the ancient books, dementors are just a bunch of rotting monsters thirsting for new life.

The dementors I saw are a well-ordered army. When facing me, they know that they are difficult to resist, so they will send one to stop me. Although this disgusting thing is very weak, they cannot kill The feature brought us a lot of trouble at the beginning. After I finally repelled it, those large groups of dementors had already arrived at the next village, and left after a full meal. Where are they? What kind of monsters without intelligence, they have tactics and order, even if they are very simple, but they are enough to make me helpless, as long as I miss one, people will continue to die. When I left school, I promised myself The students and their families will be safe, but the reality is that when I feel a settlement, a village in the other corner of the UK has been slaughtered.

Do you know how long it takes a dementor to kill a person?

one second.

It only needs to lift its hood and send a kiss lightly, just like a mother kisses a child, a girl kisses a lover-just such a light kiss, a soul is wiped out.

do you know?In the beginning, Godric and I always tried to win the right to go out of school, because we both felt that we had the ability to solve those troubles, and we could gain victory and fame as long as we went out, but in the end, I was afraid He hid in the castle all day and didn't dare to go out, and he tore through the ancient spell book that said "Call God to Protect"!I've used so much black magic that I can no longer call upon the power of the Patronus, but I dare not go out for fear that when I return I will have to tell my student that he has lost his father and she has lost her family.

Until one day, when almost every professor learned the patron saint spell in that ancient book, when Binns dedicated his life and went to the land of death to find the answer, I finally created that magic, the word spirit Spell, so that a dark wizard like me can also summon the spell of the Patronus.

I went out with confidence, thinking that I would triumph, but as I killed more and more dementors, their total number did not decrease at all. In the encirclement and suppression again and again, I discovered a terrible truth.

These monsters breed in the hearts of men.

I found a crooked rune in a church that made people laugh. Maybe it was drawn by a Muggle. You may not know it. Muggles at that time were very keen on persecuting wizards. One of the reasons for the disagreement with the three of them, but anyway, this rune that prayed to the power of black magic took effect, it devoured the plotter, and came here with those disgusting things, maybe in the beginning The melons are rampant, but as the fear of their feeding increases, the disaster gradually spreads to the entire island.

I don't know what kind of emotion Hai Erbo associates it with. Maybe it's greed, maybe it's hatred, maybe it's just pure fear. As long as it exists, anyone who is unwilling will become a puppet of black magic. His body will rot in his black robe, kissing those he once cherished.

With the help of Binns, I went deep into the Misty Illusion and found a few of Hai Erbo's horcruxes. They were all sealed well. At least this dementor chaos has nothing to do with him. Hai Erbo's power is no longer a wizard The power of black magic, but... as long as someone wants to gain the power of black magic, he can get his help without too much cost, and those black magic disasters that have happened time and time again in history are not from him, but the root cause But on his body, he has been dormant, waiting for an opportunity in fate.

We have blocked almost all the entrances of the Misty Illusion, temporarily cutting off the connection between this land of death and the present world, but this blockade will not last long, it will eventually come to the world again with the death brought by time, and You are the one who will open Pandora's Box 1000 years from now.

I heard from Professor Dumbledore that you kicked Harper into death.

But I have to remind you that this is not alarmist talk. The most terrifying thing about the despicable Hai Erbo is not himself. In fact, any wizard of any level can fight him twice. What you need to beware of is his power, even if he is really 's dead.

(End of this chapter)