My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You can call me Minerva," McGonagall raised her chin and challenged Nelson, "Are you ready? Nelson."

Nelson nodded, he felt that McGonagall was a proud, strict and difficult person

"To be honest, I don't want to help Slytherin tutor anything. Slytherin has no bottom line in competitive sports. Except for that Prince Gobstone who is good at playing, everyone else wants to cheat even if they play wizard chess... This is too It's too competitive, but you don't know that this kind of victory is contrary to the glory you have been preaching." She walked around Nelson, looking at him.

Nelson raised his eyebrows. He was a little displeased. Such a blunt opening speech really didn't make a good impression on people. It made Meg seem like a sharp woman, and he didn't like the feeling of being observed from head to toe.

"However——" She didn't seem to see Nelson's expression, and changed the subject, "I have to admit that this belief in victory is applicable to Transfiguration, and it fits perfectly... It's easy to be weak-willed when transfiguring Causing magic to go wrong, casting crappy magic, and even causing accidents."

"And I often claim to be a person who is favored by Ravenclaw. I should understand that the behavior of an individual should not be used to collectively refer to the whole, and the connotation of the whole should not be used to arbitrarily define a person." McGonagall used her The amber eyes looked closely at Nelson, and he said to himself, then looked away, took out his wand, and tapped lightly on the wooden stake just standing, a few pieces of bark fell off, "To all those who don't Everything you understand must be treated equally. This is the truth I understood in the second grade. I hope you can understand it too... Come on, Nelson, turn it into something you want to change... In fact, it would be nice to be able to change into parchment, But show me your Transfiguration."

Nelson drew out her wand, and looking at Nelson's fourteen-inch wand, she opened her eyes slightly and said firmly, "You're going to grow tall, Nelson."

Nelson felt a thorn in his back under McGonagall's sharp eyes. He waved his wand cautiously, imagining the appearance of a lectern in his mind.

"The wrist is stable, but not flexible... the wand swing seems to be too strong"

"Well, black walnut and..." McGonagall pointed at another piece of bark at her feet with her wand, and it flew into her hand, turning into a small notebook during the flight.

"The heartstrings of the dragon." Nelson said from the side. Unlike the scene where the rope under Flitwick's wand suddenly turned into a desk, the small piece of bark that Nelson pointed to slowly stretched and twisted.

"It's wooden, and it's blackened because it's been used for some years." Nelson thought to himself, the texture and color of the bark were changing.

He tried his best to think about the size of a desk, and the bark continued to stretch and grow as the shape of the desk in his mind was gradually filled and perfected.

"Okay, Dragon's Heartstrings," she wrote something in her little book, "transformed with a small piece of bark...well, a desk, a lecture desk." She witnessed a desk in the black The edge of the lake continues to take shape and eventually stands on the grass.

She walked forward and knocked on the desk with her hand, "The material is fine," she wrote as she knocked, then stuffed her hand into the drawer, and stretched it out after a while, "There is still some rough feeling of bark inside, but Very good."

She put the notebook in her pocket and walked towards Nelson, "Our content today is mainly to correct some of your wrong spell-casting movements and spell-casting habits."

Waving the wand, the bark scattered on the ground "swish" flew to them, neatly arranged on the grass under their feet.

"You try to do this action with me first..."

"Your actions like this are wrong. When performing the transformation technique, the person's state should be relaxed and concentrated, so that efficient and precise transformation can be performed..."

...

As the sun climbed to the highest point, Mag's tutoring also came to an end. Nelson has mastered the transformation of non-magic non-life bodies regardless of size, material and shape. He is already familiar with this basic transformation. The action of the mantra is simple and efficient, and the result of the transformation is also in line with expectations.

"Ordinary people need a lot of preparation and practice to get started with transfiguration. But you are different, you are very spiritual, you can understand a little bit, and you can become proficient very quickly." Mag praised, she seemed to have a feeling for Slytherin Deeply prejudiced, added, "You don't look like a Slytherin at all."

"Does a person's life have to be determined by a hat? Sister Minerva?" Nelson finally couldn't help it. He put away his wand, looked directly at Mag and asked, "I don't know why I was assigned To Slytherin, but if I get assigned to Slytherin, am I going to lose my game?"

"..."

Neither of them spoke. Mag just took out his notebook and lowered his head to write on the notebook. It was the sunniest time of the day. Even the British who didn’t see the sun all year round would not choose to go out for a stroll at this time. There were only students wandering in twos and threes by the lake, and they were all far apart from each other. Under this closed and vast sky, the only sound could be heard was the waves of the Black Lake and the "rustling" of Mag's pen tip rubbing against the paper. The sound... the air became awkward, and Nelson began to think about what to say.

"Sorry, Nelson." McGonagall broke the calm first, "I—"

She interrupted herself again, and spoke again after a moment of silence.

"It's true that a hat can't decide our life," she tore off a piece of paper full of words from the notebook and handed it to Nelson, "The books I listed are all things you need to read, some of which you will read in the future. Some of the textbooks used are not; most of them can be borrowed from the library, and you may need to ask Lihen Bookstore or the teacher’s private collection for a few of them. As for the few books on the back, try to look if you can find them .”

"Actually, the magic I don't like the most is divination. I think it's just playing tricks. Nothing can decide what hasn't happened yet," she repeated herself, as if to convince herself, "Nothing can decide what hasn't happened yet." Things that didn't happen."

"Nothing can determine what hasn't happened yet!" She emphasized her tone, as if she had successfully persuaded herself, "Nelson, you need to read and study carefully the books I listed for you, and I will use them in the following courses I will notify you in the same way as today."

"Dumbledore has many other things to be busy with. Although he is very optimistic about you, he can't give you individual counseling, so as you know, this job is handed over to me-now I am pregnant with him. I have the same idea." McGonagall said with a serious tone, "If everything goes well, I hope you can start our final study before I graduate, in order to expect to master the same transformation ability as me, Nelson, do you know what it is? "

"It's an Animagus." Nelson was a little excited. He was full of curiosity about the most profound magic of turning into another animal completely, and he was also full of admiration for this open-minded senior.

"That's right." Mag looked into Nelson's eyes with eyes full of appreciation and scrutiny, "I think we can do it."

"Let's go eat! There is training in the afternoon, see you next time." Mag waved his wand, and all the "teaching aids" used to practice before turned back to bark, and flew in a line to stick them on the tree stump. The cut stump quickly becomes the same as the beginning.

She raised her right hand, and the broomstick leaning on the tree stump flew into her hand, and she straddled it and kicked off the ground.

"But a magic wand can decide the future of two people..." Before leaving, she seemed to think of something, suddenly became sad, and whispered to herself.

"I may know how this tree became a stump." Nelson put his right hand on his forehead to cover the sun, and looked up at the back of Mag flying away quickly. A shadow with long hair and a long robe flying in the air was reflected on the surface of the black lake with occasional gleams, flying towards the scorching sun.

Nelson carefully folded the book list and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his robe.

Find a tidy lawn facing the sun, and sit down on it.

"Aw!" Nelson jumped up. There was a stone hidden in the grass. He rubbed his buttocks to pick up the stone. He pulled out his wand and pointed lightly. The stone immediately turned into a bamboo pillow. "Whirlwind sweep!" After clearing out all the things hidden in the grass, he threw the pillow on the ground, lay down slowly, rested on the pillow, and raised his hands high, letting the midday sun shine through his fingers , listening to the sound of the breeze blowing across the grass, the exhaustion from swimming last night until the early morning suddenly surged, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

...

"Gal, why are you here?" Nelson was awakened by a voice, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to have a hobby of sleeping on the grass."

He opened his eyes, and there was a warm orange in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, and Tom stood beside him, bending over to look at him, and the sun had already set. He held out his hand and Tom reached out and pulled him up.

Standing up for a while, Nelson stomped his feet and looked in the direction of the castle.

"Don't look, there is no food right now." Tom took out two boxes, "Roast quail and small tomatoes, just make do with it, and I can go to Hufflepuff's kitchen to get something to eat later."

Nelson looked at him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm Riddle after all—" Tom looked at Nelson haughtily through his nostrils.

"I know Professor Slughorn won't do anything to you." Nelson waved his hand, interrupting his chanting. "I'm just curious about how you can find this vegetable precisely in every meal." He pointed holding one of the lunch boxes.

"This is fruit," Tom said excitedly. "Surrender yourself like this this morning. They should all fall at Lord Riddle's feet."

"Everyone admires you."

"Of course, but to be honest, it makes me sick to take the blame for a bunch of idiots, even though I know it will gain loyalty."

"Tom, nobody's an idiot."

"At least those Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are idiots."

"That Sprout of Hufflepuff has memorized the entire Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs, can you?"

"Well, I'm just not interested in herbalism..."