My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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The king of gods seeks the center of the world

Make two flying falcons walk opposite each other

until they meet again

Delphi is called the Atrium of the World

where the young sun built his temple

Control the sunset and sing praises to the dawn

Cracks in the world revealed, mysterious, mellow steam

Rising from the cracks in the earth

Young priestess chewing laurel with blurred look

What is connected through the gap is another world belonging to the soul

There, the memory of the dead told her dark secrets

green false gods have no mercy

The army is overwhelming, ghouls, basilisks and evil spirits

He only knows destruction and domination

Little did he know, his actions had already been written into his fate

How do children hurt their mothers?

False gods are just creatures born in the world

The young priestess heard the oracle in a trance

She found several demigods powerful enough to fight false gods

Her eyes are sharp enough to pry into fate

There was a child whose soul was torn by a false god

Sacrifice your life for victory

it's a great weapon

it's a great weapon

...

The dreamlike sound of poetry reciting echoed in the office. Professor Binns’ unique ethereal voice added a sense of strangeness through ancient and modern times to his singing, which made Nelson immerse himself in it, although the description of the past in the poem is only Only a few words, but after only the first sentence, Nelson outlined in his mind the magnificent scene of the wizard and ordinary people joining hands to fight against the army composed of evil monsters, dark wizards and alchemy monsters——

This poem, which seems to be written roughly by a child, seems to contain magical powers, pulling Nelson into the history of war. His emotions fluctuated with Professor Binns' weird pronunciation and mellow tone, and the magic in his body also stirred up.

Under the staring gaze of Professor Binns' amazed gaze, wisps of white mist appeared around Nelson. Professor Binns looked around the office. His ghost body could not feel the humidity. He once thought there was a water leak Until the white mist became thicker and thicker, and a solid scene was outlined - all kinds of mythical monsters and beasts roared, driven by the wizard to fight against each other, and soon, these monsters died one after another, leaving only one There were figures, their magics attacked each other until the wands were broken, and they also showed their fists and fangs like wild beasts—this is exactly what Nelson imagined about the great battle that defeated Haierbo thousands of years ago, and He didn't realize it.

Professor Binns stared at this scene with great interest. It is said that this song was written by a Northland poet wandering in southern Europe. Even for wizards, Northland poets are a mysterious group. They use the mysterious Lu These words have mysterious power. Through singing, they can make the stories in their mouths produce changes that are difficult for other wizards to understand, but unfortunately, the magic power of the poets of the Northland seems to be only passed on to those people. Among the bloodlines of Nordic wizards, these wizards who live in the icy world rarely communicate with the outside world. The latest official communication is that the Wizengamot rented a venue in Norway to try Dumbledore.

"Maybe the history recorded by the poets of the Northland has long been lost." Professor Binns thought to himself, shaking his head regretfully.

Suddenly, he raised his head, stared at Nelson, laughed and laughed at himself, "After becoming a ghost, my brain is not working well...Mr. Wertling..."

He called softly.

"Mr. Wertling?"

"Mr. Wertling!"

Nelson turned a deaf ear to Professor Binns' call. The ancient song had stopped, but Nelson seemed to be still immersed in it. With his eyes closed, the battlefield formed by the white mist around him froze as if time and space stood still.

Professor Binns stared at the surrounding white mist. The proportions of these little guys like soldier toys were normal and lifelike. He stared at one of the wizards who was struggling at the feet of the troll, as if he felt his gaze, that The little wizard raised his head and looked in the direction of Professor Binns.

This little person seems to have his own consciousness, his own story, his own life! Professor Binns noticed the absurdity of his thoughts, shook his head with a smile, and looked at Nelson.

"Mr. Wertling," he stretched out his finger, and tapped Nelson's forehead. A cold feeling that hit his soul instantly spread from the top of his head to his whole body. Nelson shivered, raised his head, and stared at Professor Binns Own eyes, "You seem to enjoy this story?"

"Professor," Nelson broke out of the momentary trance, looked at Professor Binns intently, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter?" Professor Binns saw that Nelson was still a little unconscious, so he repeated, "You seem to like this story very much?"

"Story? Professor, is this epic?"

"Epic?" Professor Binns was stunned, shook his head, and said with a smile, "Son, this is not an epic. Wizards can't write any epics. Epics are just fairy tales, and they have their own format. "Iliad" That's what is called epic!"

"Okay, Professor, what is this?"

"This is a traveling song sung by the poets of the Northland," Professor Binns said, "They shared the information they heard in the tavern. After being sung from generation to generation, this story finally took shape. For wizards who lack the habit of recording history Said that before the first wizarding history book appeared, this kind of game song and Muggle mythology is the way we know the truth of history."

"Is the history of wizards so severe?" Nelson was a little surprised.

"You are a wizard, Mr Wertning, think carefully,

There are quite a few wizards who can live for hundreds of years." Professor Binns waved his hand and said, "There is no need for wizards to record their history in books, just like me..."

He stretched out his index finger and tapped his temple, "I'm also a living history book."

"I see," Nelson asked, nodding, "so the young priestess is the Pythia? This song tells the story of the Pythia's victory over Helbo?"

"That's right, Mr. Wertling," Professor Binns nodded, and asked back, "Can you hear anything from this song?"

"There's a...great weapon?" Nelson scratched his head. "What's that? I'm not going to go find something again, am I?"

"Of course not. The great weapon points to a spell—the Patronus Charm." Professor Binns said proudly, "I was a researcher in the history of magic when I was still alive, and many historical materials can prove that this The 'Great Weapon' in the first game song refers to the Patronus Charm - the only spell developed by Pythia himself, but strangely, this spell was never used in the war against Helbo. used."

"Why?"

"Why?" Professor Binns repeated, "Good question! Why? Because as a prophet, Pythia knows very well what will happen in the future, and this spell is her gift to future generations! The sword is also the shackle she planted for Haierbo, especially after I learned that Haierbo seems to be alive."

"She prepared a spell for a thousand years from now?" Nelson smacked his lips. "So did she prepare anything for two thousand years from now? Since Hai Erbo is still alive, does she have another shackle?"

"..." Professor Binns raised his arms and shrugged, showing a helpless expression.

"Okay," Nelson asked dryly, "what does 'sacrifice one's life for victory' mean? If that's how the Patronus Charm came about, it should be black magic."

"This is what I want to tell you before, the possible common prototype of the Patronus Charm and Dementors," Professor Binns said with a bright look. This is his exclusive discovery, but after so many years, it seems that only one wizard, Nelson, has felt it. interest, "Dementors and Patronus Charms represent two completely opposite aspects of emotional energy. Before them, there has never been magic that can really mobilize the power of the soul, but there is a kind of people in the world who are born with strong emotions. Emotional power, but simply uncontrollable."

"The Obscure?" Nelson frowned.

"That's right!" Professor Binns clapped his hands and said, "The 'innate' I'm talking about is still a bit imprecise. The vast majority of silent people stem from their repression of magic power and their imagination beyond ordinary people's imagination when they were young." It’s a painful experience, but I have to admit that a large part of the magic power of their disorderly eruption is the power of the soul.”

"So the Patronus Charm was developed based on the Obscure phenomenon?"

"I think so. In fact, many wizards have studied the phenomenon of obscurity, including one of the founders of the academy and my former colleague, Salazar Slytherin. I don't know what he has achieved, but I think If you have a chance, you can find...'the child whose soul was torn apart by a false god'," Professor Binns said, repeating the content of the song, "Aren't the silent ones the child whose soul was torn apart? Why? What about a false god? Maybe it’s because Helbo brought his pain! I think there is a certain relationship between the Obscure, the Dementor and the Patronus, but I’m just a powerless ghost, William Mr. Mus, if you have the chance, can you help me find the connection between them?"

"Do my best, Professor." Nelson nodded solemnly, showing a thoughtful expression.

"By the way, Mr. Wertling," Professor Binns added, "Although Delphi is in Greece, the center of the world that Zeus found in the story by traveling around the world with two falcons is actually not Delphi."

"Then why write about Delphi?" Nelson didn't pay attention to the real location for the first time, which made Professor Binns a little funny.

"Isn't there such a thing now? Anyway, when I was still alive, this kind of situation was very common," he said with a smile, "because Greece was extremely powerful at that time, so why not write about Greece? Mavis? Do you know where Zurich Damavis is?"

"I don't know." Nelson shook his head.

"You really shouldn't know, because this is my nonsense." Professor Binns shrugged and said, "The final location is located in the geographical center of Europe, where Pythia defeated Haierbo. If he is still alive, Then he should still be wandering there if he can’t survive. There should be a city there, I don’t know what it’s called now, but you should be able to find it if you look it up on the map.”

Professor Binns was a little excited, the whole ghost was a little red, he was pacing up and down in the office (floating up and down).

"If you find it, you must keep in mind that 'the other world belongs to the soul'," Professor Binns said earnestly, "I am a ghost, so I can't tell you too much, but you must pay attention."

"Kracow..." Nelson frowned, and said the name of the place he was all too familiar with. Thoughts surged in his mind. Haierbo's life was because of the Horcrux. If he was defeated in Krakow, then Austrian The remnant soul in the blurred illusion near Swissing should be the main body, if it is the main body... Nelson shook his head, many previous plans and guesses had to be overturned and rewritten...

"Is that the name? It's not bad. By the way, what is this? Mr. Wertling," Professor Binns pointed to the white mist that had been surging around Nelson since he started singing. A feeling of contradiction between being afraid to approach and being extremely close, he joked, "Mysterious, mellow steam?"

"I think so." Nelson's answer to the joke surprised Professor Binns, and before he could ask again, he heard Nelson say, "I know what you mean by 'another world of the soul'. "

He raised his hand, and the surrounding white mist poured into his hand as if being swallowed by a whale. Nelson looked at Professor Binns and said seriously, "I have been to the Misty Illusion, and these mysterious and mellow steam are exactly the Misty Fog. "

...

"Barry, you don't need to do this," Andre said distressedly at the side of the hospital bed, squinting at Barry who was bound into a mummy. Lord Grindelwald's solution."

Barry raised his eyelids and saw Andre with one arm dropped on his neck. He shook his head. The old man started talking sarcasticly as soon as he could get out of bed, but Barry couldn't help him. Who let others save him? ? He coughed twice and said, "I just want to find a way to help my lord. Since he already has the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone naturally exist. Don't forget, what is our logo?"

"Yes, I know, it's the Deathly Hallows." Andre said, waving his crutches, "But you have to know, it took Master Grindelwald more than ten years to find the Elder Wand, there is no rush .”

"No," Barry retorted, "I've already found a clue to the Invisibility Cloak."

"Did you slip into a cage with an invisibility cloak and be locked up by Muggles?" Andre asked quietly.

"Andre is right." The door of the ward was pushed open, Grindelwald approached hurriedly, scanned the two people around, saw that the recovery was good, and nodded with satisfaction, "Three magic props made by the god of death How could it be possible for a person to become the master of death? Barry, I need you to help me with some normal work, your silent one is about to go berserk, and I don't think you would want White to be a widow at such a young age."