My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 533 NEWTs
"Next, Nelson Wertling Williams."

The cold call sounded in the classroom, Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder, and watched him walk towards the door.

"ended."

"What's over?"

Nelson asked with a smile, turned and opened the door, turned sideways, and passed by the boy who came out head-on. Although his face was full of exhaustion and remorse, he was more relaxed about letting go of everything. Seeing Nelson When he came, he was stunned, nodded with a smile, didn't say a word, just sent his heartfelt blessings to his classmates who were about the same age as him, and reminded by the way, "Be careful, Williams, The old man is a bit mean, and... his ears are not very good."

"Thank you," Nelson paused, and smiled at him, "I'm the best at dealing with all kinds of mean old men."

……

"Are you Williams?"

Nelson raised his head, and in front of him was an unknown old man. In order to avoid cheating in the most important NEWTs exam for wizards, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts invite some prestigious, capable and trustworthy wizards to serve as examiners every year. , and sometimes even look abroad, Nelson only felt that this old man was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while, maybe he had seen it on a chocolate frog card, if that was the case, he could be regarded as a neighbor.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help giving his new joke a thumbs up.

"I am." Nelson agreed softly.

The old man nodded, and Nelson felt a little relieved. At least he was not deaf. He leaned on the corner of the desk with his thin arms and stood on the podium. His face was covered with age spots and wrinkles, and he looked at least 100 years old. .

Nelson stepped forward quickly, walked under the podium, and looked down at the old man.

"I heard that you are the best at transfiguration, isn't it?" The old man is very old, and his hunched back can't be straightened. Maybe he was a burly and handsome guy when he was young, but now, even if he is standing on the podium, But he could only raise his head sideways, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Nelson's face from the corner of his eyes, "I had a stroke before, otherwise I should be the reviewer when you submitted the manuscript for "Transfiguration Today."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, bent slightly, and kept his eyes at the same level as the old man's. Those cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with stories, but they were covered with dust early on. Perhaps his past was full of emotion. , but compared with the translucent blue eyes that are close at hand, this story can only be regarded as the past tense.

"Are you the editor of Transfiguration Today?"

Seeing Nelson lower his gaze, the old man's face showed a fleeting look of surprise and a trace of inexplicable emotion. This wave was quickly concealed by the wrinkles on his face. He worked hard He straightened up, trying to look beyond Nelson, just like a teacher in class looking at students, but he failed in the end, narrowing his eyes helplessly, covering his emotions with his eyelids.

"Of course not. How could the editor be the reviewer?" The old man shook his head, and Nelson could feel the searching gaze in his half-closed eyes. "Where do they have such abilities?"

"I'm looking forward to your exam questions, sir," Nelson nodded, straightened up, the eyes of the two people were separated, he picked up a piece of parchment from the desk with a smile, and said, "I need to first sign this form, yes?"

"I read your thesis, exploring the high-level application of ancient magic in transfiguration, right? It sounds bluffing, but it seems more like an archaeological work to unearth lost magic spells. To be honest, I didn't read it. Is there any innovative point that is eye-catching," the old man didn't seem to plan to start the exam immediately, and the official of the Ministry of Magic, who was the invigilator, sat in the corner of the classroom, indifferent, even though there were many eagerly awaiting students behind Nelson. students, but he didn't take them seriously, and said to himself, "But it has some practical significance. I thought that this kind of antiquity was only appreciated by people like me who have half a foot in the coffin." Hobbies...I hate people who talk too much in my life, I hope you are not such an embroidered pillow."

"What's the test item?" Nelson asked politely as if he didn't hear his comment at all, "Can I start taking the test?"

He lowered his head, slid his fingertips across the form, and the neat signature appeared on the paper. The old man was a little surprised. As a leader in the field of transfiguration, he saw the way in this simple action. Nelson did not like him. As imagined, he used magic to condense into ink, but changed the shape of the paper, and the piece belonging to his name changed color. From this moment on, he was already showing his transfiguration.

"Aren't you worried that when the transcripts are handed out, the examiners won't be able to find your name on the parchment?"

"I think at least I can hold on until then."

The old man's chest rose and fell, and he let out a sharp laugh accompanied by a cough. It sounded like he was scratching a blackboard with his fingernails. His wrinkles trembled with his expression. Perhaps it was because Nelson lowered his head to show respect. What the student said was so sharp and mean, although there was a bit of tit-for-tat rebellion, but Nelson understood that those who are the best in their field may have such a temper.

"I originally wanted to test your knowledge of ancient Transfiguration, but this seems to be prying into your secrets," the old man changed his foot and said softly, "But I don't think the contents of the NEWTs exam really seem to be true. Test your skills, after all, in the three days I've been at Hogwarts, Albus has bragged about you to me at least six times."

"It doesn't matter, sir." Nelson shook his head. "Those ancient spells were lost because of private possession. You can examine my transformation to your heart's content."

The old man lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was seriously thinking about what should be assessed, or as if he was too old and sleepy standing up.

After a while, he finally raised his head and squinted at Nelson.

"Maybe in the future you will have the opportunity to discuss this issue with me by correspondence, but today, I personally want to see your creativity and your precision in detail." The old man shook his head and wiped the water in his pocket. After wiping, he took out a silver cube, "I think that those who can send magical creations to the sky should have extraordinary imagination."

Nelson took the Rubik's Cube and shook it in the palm of his hand. Feeling its uneven quality, he raised his eyebrows.

"You can show as much as you want."

The old man changed his strenuous foot again. Seeing this, the official from the Ministry of Magic who invigilated the exam was about to walk forward with a chair in his hand, but he stopped him with a wave of his hand. He usually lay down or sat, but instead stood for a while. extravagant hope.

He didn't tell Nelson the content of the assessment, just like an examination paper with no propositions and no division of subjects.

Nelson took two steps back holding the cube, and grabbed it randomly in the air with one hand. The water vapor gathered in his palm, forming a small handkerchief. He spread the handkerchief on the table and carefully placed the cube on a table. On an empty desk.

Each face of this cube is regularly divided into nine pieces. It looks more like an educational toy that will appear many years later, the Rubik's Cube. Maybe the old man wants him to deform the Rubik's Cube, but the more you study it Those who practice Transfiguration will understand that this is an extremely difficult job.

The material of this "Rubik's Cube" is constantly changing. It is not a whole, but the sum of countless unstable individuals spliced ​​together. Interference, not to mention, is equivalent to deforming each part in the "Rubik's Cube".

Nelson raised his hand, pulled out his wand from his pocket, and under the watchful eyes of the old man, he pressed the tip of the wand against a corner of the cube.

Reciting the Appearance Mantra silently in his heart, he could see everything inside the cube. This work should be the favorite toy of this old man with superb transfiguration ability. It was just a momentary cross-section, and Nelson saw in it everything from metal, liquid, gas, and even The material of the creature, in the next instant, they change in disorder again.

Nelson fell into deep thought. He was surprised to find that even if he had communicated with Alexander, the calculation and prediction ability he was proud of could not do anything about it. It wasn't because he couldn't collect enough information, but even though Alexander had speculated on various permutations and combinations in an instant, he still couldn't grasp the tail of the change.

It seems to have no trace at all, complete chaos, like a person who has no logic or even reason at all. No one can know where the next drop of ink will land, which is almost devastating to the prophet blow.

Looking at Nelson who was in a stalemate, the old man showed a satisfied smile on his face. He turned his eyes to the Ministry of Magic official in the corner of the classroom. The man fell into a deep sleep at some point.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. I have the examination questions stipulated by the Ministry of Magic." He reminded, but he didn't pull Nelson out of his meditation, which made the old man's face even more calm. After confirming that Nelson was completely lost in thought , his stooped back straightened up, and his old bones groaned. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the posture just now made him very tired. The old man narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, "It seems to be really effective...for For a prophet, if the future is unreliable or even unpredictable, he will fall into a panic that is more vulnerable than ordinary people, unless—”

"Unless he can see the real future, sir."

Nelson's voice suddenly came to mind beside him, and the old man raised his head in surprise. At some point, Nelson had appeared in front of him. He widened his eyes, but Nelson's figure had disappeared, and the rest was still standing Nelson, who was poking the "Rubik's Cube" with his wand in front of the desk, was thinking hard, as if the words just now were just auditory hallucinations.

The old man rubbed his eyes, and the afterimage in front of him seemed to be still on his retina, like a depressing mountain. When he opened his eyes again, Nelson had straightened up, holding the Rubik's Cube with both hands and twisting it.

His movements became more and more proficient, and he was even able to let go of the hand holding the wand, and quickly twist the Rubik's Cube with one hand with his left hand. The silver metal reflected the lights in the classroom, looking like a star.

Nelson raised his right hand holding the wand, and the old man felt that the air around him became dry. Looking intently, he saw more and more solid water gathering at the tip of Nelson's wand. They gathered together and gradually formed an abstract image. The cube even twists in unison with the Rubik's cube in Nelson's hands.

Soon, a layer of metal texture was attached to the surface of the cube formed by the running water, and its appearance became more and more solid and clear, gradually becoming exactly the same as the original Rubik's Cube in Nelson's hands.

The old man looked at Nelson's transformation, suppressed the horror in his heart, and smiled, "I originally wanted to test your ability to control the transformation of complex materials, but you seem to have misunderstood what I mean...but still Pretty, I can give you an O."

"Sir, I didn't play on my own," Nelson raised his head. The old man noticed that his face was much paler than before, and there was even faint sweat dripping from his forehead. The movement of his left hand stopped, and the silver cube was lying quietly There, at the same time, the deformation of the tip of the rod ceased, and he put the original cube back into the handkerchief, and placed the deformed copy on top of it, the metal and the silver chain in the sleeve colliding, making a sound like wind chimes. With a loud sound, he wrapped the two cubes in a handkerchief, took them behind his back, waited for a while, took them out again, and placed them in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, "You can guess which one is the fake that I deformed .”

The old man walked off the podium quickly, even forgetting to bend his back. He stood opposite Nelson, holding two Rubik's cubes with both hands at the same time.

"The prototype is now." He tapped one of them with his wand, even forgetting to use the silent spell, and said sharply, frowning, "I order you to show your essence."

His brows relaxed quickly, but when he saw another Rubik's Cube, he checked it out of caution, but when he saw the same changes that were synchronized with the previous one, the shock on his face was gone. Unable to hide anymore, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Nelson. His palm moved back and forth between the two Rubik's Cubes, and finally landed on the head of the Rubik's Cube that was checked at the beginning.

"You may have guessed wrong." Before the old man had time to react, Nelson's palm brushed the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"Wow!"

The sound of water, feeling the cold touch from the palm, the old man lowered his head, and there was a pool of water stains under his feet.

"The deformation of the material is not as interesting as the deformation of the spell itself, don't you think?"

The water stains slowly lifted from the ground, condensed into a cube shape again, and began to twist rapidly, "Actually, you guessed it right, but I let it turn into water at a certain moment."

"how so……"

"Please tell Mr. Grindelwald." Nelson realized that this chaotic system was a trap set for himself, who was unpredictable in battle. Over the years, the only person who had seen this kind of future vision positively and survived was only Grindelwald alone, "I haven't really graduated yet, so there's no need to be so anxious."

"boom!"

The door of the classroom was pushed open abruptly, and Dumbledore walked in with big strides, while the old man in front of Nelson slowly raised his head and lowered his waist slowly, he opened his cloudy eyes, and looked at him curiously. Nelson: "Are you Williams?"

(End of this chapter)