My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 561
"You really caused me a lot of trouble."

Professor Twelve Trees stood in the hut, facing the mirror covering the entire wall, stroking his beard and worrying, "It's really a big trouble."

"If you didn't take her in at the beginning, wouldn't the following things cease to exist?"

Nelson squeezed an ice bead brought by Professor Twelve Trees, and slowly rubbed it on Christian's temple. As the ice shell melted, the green color inside leaked out, emitting a smell similar to The scent of mint reminded Nelson of the compensation that Professor Sykes had given him—the bottle of potion called Fresh Spirit. Maybe she still had some regrets in her heart at that time, but after escaping from Hogwarts In the ups and downs she experienced, her evasion and jealousy completely destroyed her rationality, and her soul was sealed in vain desires.

Professor Sykes has long since disappeared, replaced by a girl hiding in the shadow of the red pine forest. The scene in the mirror is like an abstract painting, and the Happy House is scattered among the broken mirrors. The liquid that cannot be seen from the material oozed from the cracks in the broken mirror, and was quickly sucked in by the mirror.

In some fragments, the scene of Happy House is ordinary and peaceful, with docile magical animals wandering in the pasture, and enthusiastic customers play with them, but in other fragments, the appearance of the pasture has become terrifying and hideous , those magical animals that were cut apart by the broken mirror experienced seemingly completely random combinations, showing a frightening and terrifying posture, and some even made Nelson, who was watching, feel instinctive discomfort. Some of them were frozen in the picture, and some were still in progress. The movements of those parts, the paws were left, the hooves were right, and the head connected to the tail was gnawing on the turf, which made Nelson's scalp tingle.

Nelson also saw himself in the mirror, in the corner of the mirror world near the house, he was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk, and Dumbledore in Professor Twelve Tree's clothes gave a woman with her back to the mirror Make tea.

But this is not the scariest part of this mirror. On the mirror near the dressing table, a pair of hands are holding the mirror tightly. The world broke free, scarlet blood flowed from the palm cut by the sharp fragments of the mirror, so real that it seemed to be flowing on the side close to the room.

Nelson couldn't even tell whether Professor Sykes, who was sucked into the mirror, was one of the two hands, the woman enjoying her own service, or the dazed little girl hiding in the red pine forest.

When Professor Sykes cast the spell, although the mirror showed a strong aggression, such a bizarre transformation began when she was locked in the mirror.

Nelson became more and more convinced of the connection between magic and emotion, which was more clearly reflected in the mirror using the Mirror of Erised spell, and Dr. Sykes' desire swallowed her, becoming stronger and more powerful. Bright, becoming uncontrollable in the constant expansion.

"Tsk... No matter what, she was your former teacher. I know the teaching habits of Hogwarts. The first spell every little wizard learns must be the Levitation Charm in Charms class. , she is also the one who led you into the gate of magic," Professor Twelve Trees sighed, and looked away from the mirror, "There are many ways to solve the problem, and she can obviously be more decent, I remember you Ni was not so cruel when she was studying."

"Professor Twelve Trees, isn't it her own choice to be decent or not?"

"I mean, Albus Dumbledore is too bad, he actually taught the Horned Hydra to be a ruthless man," Professor Twelve Trees shrugged, looking at the broken mirror in front of him , "I suggest you tear up your Hogwarts graduation certificate now, and I will send you a copy of Ilvermorny, so that you can cleanse your mind damaged by Professor Dumbledore."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?" Professor Twelve Trees turned his head and cast a questioning look at Nelson, "Did my joke embarrass you?"

"Professor, the Horned Serpent is about to hollow out Mount Greylock with its toes."

"I have to sigh, Hogwarts is really outstanding."

Professor Twelve Trees stretched out his finger, and slowly stretched it towards the mirror in front of him. The huge suction in the mirror immediately attracted his fingertips firmly. He felt as if he had suddenly opened the cabin door on an airplane, and it was difficult to resist. The huge force was about to pull him into the fragmented world in the mirror, he swung his wand violently, the emerald green vines pierced the floor under his feet, and quickly grew into a verdant wall, separating him from the mirror, twelve Professor Shu's body leaned forward under the suction force. Seeing that his fingertips were about to be glued to the mirror, he grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and a blast sounded between the wall and the mirror surface of the vine man, bouncing him back.

The dizzy Professor Twelve Trees raised his head and found that he was being supported by Nelson. Nelson did not keep his eyes on him, but stared at him who was being uprooted and sucked in greedily by the mirror with shocked eyes. Tengman, as Professor Twelve Trees' life-saving magic in a critical moment, it is naturally not weak, but when facing the mirror, it is so weak.

"She and your principal are both young wizards. Why can they create such powerful magic? I have heard of the Mirror of Erised. It is an ancient object whose age cannot be verified. Modern magic is so different from ancient times. She can still reproduce and apply it. Is this the inheritance of the wisdom of Dr. Sykes? What amazes me even more is how did you escape from the trap of this mirror? Not magic!"

"It's really not that... magical."

Nelson nodded and narrowed his eyes. Professor Sykes' fatal blow was far beyond his expectations. In his opinion, anyone, facing this mirror, may be caught off guard.

He felt scared for a while, if he was really as arrogant as Professor Sykes imagined, maybe he is the one who is crying in the mirror world now.

"It's terrible... What are you teaching in your school all day long?" Professor Twelve Trees was a little agitated, "Is this something a charms professor should know? It shouldn't be some kind of cleansing spell or clear spring spell, Is there a Flying Curse at most? You haven't told me, how did you break this spell?"

"I forgot to tell you," Nelson shook his head, "Professor, I wasn't here at all just now, and I don't know who she was casting a spell on just now... I think she might be confused by her own imagination in the mirror and put It has become its own opponent."

"Is it the backlash of black magic?" Professor Twelve Trees understood, "I feel better, and that's right, this kind of magic is not something that someone like her can control."

"A person like her? Are you familiar with her?"

"Sigh... this matter is my fault after all, I hope you can help me when dealing with the follow-up issues, the Congress can no longer stand the exploitation of your Ministry of Magic," Professor Twelve Trees shook his head, With a sigh, "It was a long time ago. A battle of astonishing intensity broke out at the foot of Mount Greylock. According to the report of the professor who arrived at the first time, one of the parties in the battle was the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, there's something wrong with him, like an old man on drugs."

"I know about that, Professor, and has Melissa Sykes been here since?"

"That's right, she asked for our help, and claimed that she had been controlled by Dippet and coerced her peers. Combined with Dippet's dark and red state at that time, we believed her words," said Professor Twelve Trees. Worried about the mirror, he said, "Of course, the more important reason is that we know she is wanted by the British Ministry of Magic."

"Shelters for the sake of cover? Is it necessary to be so wild?"

"Of course it's not necessary, but you know her value. Why is she wanted by the British Ministry of Magic? What is it about her that attracts so many people's attention?" Professor Twelve Trees did not treat Nelson as an outsider at all, frankly said, "Maybe she knows something about the Second Salem heritage, maybe she has hidden the weapons that her father, Dr. Knowledge and knowledge as a former Hogwarts professor are also enough to help us a lot. In the previous incident, we lost too much, and we had to find ways to make up for it as much as possible from other shady places. We What needs to be paid is only a place to stay, not to mention that your friend Miss Cornalo is willing to help her... I think the news of her whereabouts was leaked by Miss Cornalo who set off to deliver things to England a few days ago. "

"Are you not afraid that I shall bring this news back to England?"

"This is commonplace," Professor Twelve Trees shook his head and said leisurely, "And you won't."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged, "so did she actually spit out anything useful?"

"Guess?" Professor Twelve Trees narrowed his eyes, showing a kind smile that an old man of his age should have, "You tear up your Hogwarts diploma, and then go to the principal's office to get a new one, and I will Tell you."

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, "If she didn't give you something good, you might have been sent to Azkaban by you a year ago."

"Yes, the adult world is cruel, especially for someone like her."

At the same time, the eyes of the two moved to the mirror that had completely inhaled Fujiman. In the mirror, there was a green wall in the fragmented happy home. They fell into silence for a while, and only Christian who had finally fallen asleep in the hut A soft snoring sound.

"I think Ilvermorny will soon have a haunted house worthy of its ancient history," Nelson said wistfully. "A haunted house with a mirror to another world."

"I don't think the history of a school needs to be reflected in this way, what do you think?"

"I just tried it, and it can't be easily destroyed," Nelson pointed to the flaming craters in some of the fragments, "The magic that attacks it will go directly into the mirror, if you want to try to destroy it by contact, you just I have experienced it myself.”

"Damn it... If any student sleepwalks here in a daze, and is sucked in by the mirror, how should I explain to his parents? Fortunately, I have enough time to solve this problem now that I am on vacation," Twelve Trees said. The professor gritted his old teeth, "I can't even ask others for help, damn it, I shouldn't have taken her in!"

"I can only find a way to block it," Nelson echoed. "I suggest using concrete to seal the room directly. In order to prevent the concrete from being sucked in by the mirror, it needs to be repaired regularly, or use the permanent magic of self-replication. I can help Ilvermorny did it, and I happened to have some cement on hand."

"That's really great," Professor Twelve Trees nodded, "But this magic still needs to be completely solved, and sealing it up is not a long-term solution. I only hope that Professor Sykes' level It can’t be done like the Mirror of Erised, where one mirror can pass through ten generations, and the mirror of death is still there.”

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed... This thing looks like an ecological tank, maybe an independent closed loop."

"Cement first... wait? Why do you still have some cement on hand?"

"The leftovers from before."

"I mean, why do you have such a thing? Why do you have such a thing left?"

"As the designer and construction party of the Wizard World Expo venue," Nelson spread his hands, "I have a little cement left, so it's normal."

"Speaking of which, how did you get here?" Professor Twelve Trees turned his head and stared at Nelson suspiciously, "I didn't know that a student who disappeared two years ago had disappeared without a trace until you broke into the lounge of Goblin Academy." Back to school without a sound."

"This is a common thing," Nelson walked towards Christian, imitating Professor Twelve Trees' previous tone and said leisurely, "I'll send this kid back first, but I didn't call Professor Sykes immediately. It is also because of her that some magic is really difficult to eradicate, and being locked in the mirror like this gave me enough time to solve the hidden dangers in Christian."

"Is this child named Christian? How could he do such a thing to his own students?" Professor Twelve Trees saw Christian's weakness and the harsh magic that restrained her at a glance, and his tone carried A trace of indignation, "As a teacher, doing such a thing is really not worthy of sympathy."

"I'm going first, I'll be back later."

"Do you need me to help you ask Professor Dumbledore for leave? Oh, you should be on leave too."

"Professor, I have already graduated. You just wanted to give me a diploma. Forgot?" Nelson picked up Christian and walked out of the cabin. "I'm working in the Ministry of Magic now."

"I'm such a wretched wretch."

……

"But I still feel sorry for her."

At home in London, Christian woke up slowly in her own bed. She grabbed the sleeve beside the pillow, looked at Nelson beside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Some people's pity is not worthy of sympathy." Tom's voice rang in Christian's ear, she widened her eyes, and suddenly realized that she was holding Tom's hand that was holding a cold towel. Tom, Nelson and Ah The three of Dale were sitting side by side in a line from tall to short, and Myrtle, who was invited by Nelson, was walking into the holiday with a bowl of potion. Christian hurriedly wanted to let go, but He was held back by Tom, and whispered, "Their misery may be caused by themselves."

"If I hadn't met you guys..." Christian looked at the bright ceiling above his head, and said in a daze, "I might be like her. Professor Sykes' life lacks people who are willing to help her. If there is With such a person, will everything be different? Her teaching and help to me are at least true. "

"What a silly child." Under Tom's sigh, Christian fell into a coma again, "She doesn't even want to help herself, so who can help her?"

(End of this chapter)