My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson Williams."

Mrs. Clemens was sitting cross-legged on a soft cushion in the center of the hall. Opposite her, Nelson was sitting on the ground, looking at the crystal ball in front of him with his chin on his hands and thinking hard.

"You are the only one left." Even though Nelson wasted so much time on this exam that the other students in the exam room had almost finished walking, Mrs. Climans still sat there unhurriedly, It seems that this situation has already been expected by her, "Mr. Williams, don't be nervous, I have a hunch about the delay of this year's exam, so feel free to say it boldly, what did you see in the fog in the crystal ball?" ?”

"Professor, I—"

Nelson raised his head. In the contemplation just now, he had already prepared a draft in his heart.

"Call me Mrs. Clemens, teaching such hierarchical words will affect my sense of heaven and man." Mrs. Clemens seems to be looking at Nelson, but her pupils are divergent, and she sings like Tone said, "If you are here for schoolwork questions, don't worry, I know that many people lack the talent of prophets, so in the ten years I have been teaching, I have given every student a passing grade, as long as you answer seriously , I will not let you pass."

"Okay," Nelson nodded, swallowed, and whispered, "I saw a fog in the crystal ball."

"What fog?" Mrs. Clemens focused her pupils on Nelson and said encouragingly, "Tell me."

"Uh...I see...it should be a cat."

Nelson scratched his head and whispered, "It seemed to jump out from behind a fence and knocked down a mouse."

"Fence? That's it." Mrs. Clemens stared at the crystal ball, took the record book aside, and continued to ask, "Did you see clearly? Did it really knock down a mouse? Was it really a mouse it threw down?"

"It should be one—" Nelson looked at Mrs. Clemens's hesitant expression, interrupted his firm words, and said, "I misunderstood, madam, it should be another kind of creature."

"What kind of creature is it?" Mrs. Clemens nodded and said, "Think about the requirements in the question, what animal can you mistake for a mouse?"

"Er... I think it's a goblin? A goblin? A house-elf? A leprechaun?"

Nelson observed Mrs. Climans's expression, and mentioned several kinds of creatures in succession, but Mrs. Climans kept frowning. Finally, when he mentioned the little milk cat, Climans Mrs. Si frowned.

"Well, Mrs. Clemens, a cat jumped out from behind the fence and threw a kitten down."

"Very good," Mrs. Clemens raised her eyebrows, and said, "What does this explain? Think about the topic, why would a cat throw down a kitten?"

"Try to predict the fortune of one of your most respected teachers for the second half of the year..."

"Don't say in good conscience that I am your most respected teacher," said Mrs. Climans. "Alphad Black tried it before you."

"..."

"I think it should mean that he is going to have a baby." Nelson clenched his fist and said firmly.

"..." It was Mrs. Climans' turn to be speechless. She supported her forehead and suggested, "You might as well think about it a little bit more. Things like giving birth are usually more intuitive. For example, you can go directly to his spouse's hospital. The inspection report will be more detailed than the prediction."

"Uh, having a baby... Think a little more," Nelson scratched his head, and tentatively said, "Could it mean that this professor will have new results, and excellent research results are the same as their own children for wizards."

"Hmm." Mrs. Clemens nodded in satisfaction, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, wrote in the record book, and exclaimed, "You really are very talented."

Nelson was at a loss for words, and he didn't even know how to respond to this obviously polite sentence. His performance in the exam was not at all talented, and Mrs. Clemens guided him to answer everything. For Nelson, The process of connecting these strange crystal balls, tea leaves, stars and some abstract shape to finally deduce future events is simply incomprehensible.

"Then comes the next question."

Just as Nelson was about to leave, Mrs. Clemens put down the record book and spoke.

"The next question?" Nelson was a little flustered. He had never heard of the next question. Relying on rote memorization, he even got an E in Potions class, which is second only to O. As for why The herbal medicine class, where color weakness makes the learning process extremely painful, is also on the right track with the help of Tom's pair of corrective glasses. Is the divination class going to be upset here? Nelson shook his head, listening to Mrs. Clemens' "next question" with some trepidation.

"You think," Mrs. Clemens stared into Nelson's eyes, the previous confused expression disappeared, replaced by an extremely serious expression, she nodded and continued, "A truly gifted prophet, How he was supposed to get the revelation of the future."

"A what?"

"A true, gifted prophet," Mrs. Clemens repeated, looking at her serious expression, as if she expected the answer to this question more than Nelson was taking the exam. "Answer freely, this is an open question, there is no standard answer."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at Mrs. Climans, trying to read something from her face. After a long time, he said, "I think everyone is unconscious or even delirium, even in a dream, Some fragments that have nothing to do with normal life may be unconscious predictions, but they are not as accurate, directional, and easy to interpret as purposeful predictions such as crystal balls, and even more often, they are just delirium. .”

"Unconscious?" Mrs. Clemens nodded, tasted the word, stood up on the ground, added another note to the score book, and sat on the chair prepared for the teacher. Nelson realized that he should gone.

"Mrs. Climans, happy holidays." He nodded and left the hall, leaving the professor of divination sitting alone. She frowned, as if she had really fallen into delirium, but Nelson suddenly realized that this The divination teacher who was usually chatty was not as focused on divination as he imagined. She also received and digested a lot of information from the world outside of divination.

...

"Nelson, I'm numb." As soon as he walked out of the hall, Alphard rubbed his hands and greeted him anxiously, and said, "I feel like I'm going to have a T in my divination class this year."

"Isn't it?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Mrs. Clemens said that she has been teaching for more than ten years and passed everyone. I don't think she will make an exception for you."

"No no," Alphard shook his head, "Do you still remember? In the class a month ago, she said that she had a premonition that she would make an exception for one person and break her habit for many years."

"Are you listening so carefully?" Nelson said in surprise, eyebrows nearly flying over his head.

"It doesn't matter," Alphard wailed, "in fact, I think—"

"Okay kids," Professor Slughorn suddenly appeared from the side, and then he stretched out his hand, as if pulling Tom out of the air, and clapped his hands with a smile, he said, "The exam is over. Then you can forget about those annoying books and go to dinner, you see, Tom has been waiting so anxiously."

"True ink." As if to cooperate with him, Tom glanced at Nelson and said with disgust.

"go quickly."

Professor Slughorn patted the three people who stayed in place into a row, and pushed them towards the castle with his arms around their shoulders.

When approaching the gate of the examination building, Professor Slughorn suddenly pinched Nelson's shoulder, lowered his head, and asked with a smile, "Nelson, how did you do in the exam?"

"It's okay, Professor." Nelson replied honestly, "Should"

"There's nothing you can do about it," Professor Slughorn said proudly. "I only got a P in History of Magic back then, but I haven't become an expert in potions yet."

"It's the Potions Master, Professor."

"You little guy, hahaha," Professor Slughorn said, patting Nelson on the shoulder vigorously, "Your grades are a bit partial, but your grades in a single subject are very good, you know? About five hundred years ago Professor Binns, who never came to the small meeting, came to the principal's office after the exam, and he said that you got full marks, Merlin's pants! How did you remember those dates?"

Slughorn looked at Nelson proudly, patted Tom on the shoulder again, and said, "I think you two might even graduate right away."

"Professor, I still have a lot to learn from you." Tom said dryly.

"Hahaha." Slughorn forced himself to laugh into the shape of a walrus. He rubbed his stomach and patted the backs of the three of them. "Go, I have something to deal with."

After the professor left, Alphard returned to his self-pitying look. Tom still rubbed his chin with disgust and said, "Alphad, you really don't look like a Gryffindor, they are not as depressed as you."

"I'm not a Gryffindor!"

"Anyway, you deduct as many points as Gryffindor." Tom shrugged, looked at Nelson, and asked, "Why did you stay in there for so long?"

"I was looking into a crystal ball," said Nelson, rubbing his sore eyes, "and Mrs. Clemens asked me another question."

"Another question?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "No wonder she left you at the end. What did she ask?"

"How a True, Gifted Prophet Obtains Future Apocalypse."

"Isn't she? I think her usual predictions are quite accurate."

"I don't know about that. Anyway, I'm really inaccurate in making predictions from tea crystal balls."

"I'm quite accurate," Alphard interjected. "Last night, I prophesied to myself that I would fail one of the exams today. I think it's the divination class."

Along the way, Nelson kept comforting the young man who was about to graduate from the exam but seemed to be taking the exam for the first time, while Tom followed aside, thinking about something.

"etc."

Just when the three of them walked to the door of the restaurant, Tom suddenly stopped, looked at Alphard, frowned and said, "Alphad, you are a paradox."

"What?"

"You just said that your prediction was quite accurate, and you predicted that you would fail the exam today," Tom said sharply, "but these words are contradictory."

"Indeed," Nelson agreed.

"If you predict correctly, you will not fail the divination test today," Tom continued, "but you also predicted that you will fail at the same time, which is contradictory."

"But you didn't consider another possibility," Nelson added, "Alphad's prediction was indeed quite accurate. He passed the divination test today, but the one he failed was actually the transfiguration in the morning. After all, he All that was predicted was 'one exam will fail today'."

"Oh, I forgot, Transfiguration was tested this morning." Tom suddenly realized.

"Stop talking!" Alphard covered his head in despair.

"Oh? Alphard, are you here?" Walburga suddenly jumped out from the side, looking like he had just finished the exam, and made up the final blow for Alphard, "Dean Slughorn in the morning Find me and let me confirm the mailing address of your transcript. I want to ask you, is there someone like Ray Allen in our family? But don't worry, I asked the professor to change the mailing address to my mother."

Alphard's feet were weak, but Nelson grabbed him. He comforted, "The results haven't come out yet, why are you so nervous?"

"Don't worry about him, just let him lie there!"

Walburga kicked Alphard's calf, leaned closer to Nelson's ear, and whispered, "They're in touch."

"Really?" Nelson nodded, "Congratulations."

"Trouble you," Walburga bit his lower lip, and said tangledly, "the person in charge of that store asked me to tell you that he has reported what you did to Lord Grindelwald, and I hope you will come down." When you leave for the first time, you can tell the accompanying people."

"Huh? Is he still in England?" Nelson exclaimed, "I thought they had all left long ago."

"He asked our family to take a message and left," Walburga nodded, and said, "They still want to express their gratitude in person."

"If I go to London during my vacation, I will go around when I have time."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Walburga left with his pleading brother, leaving Tom and Nelson walking towards the restaurant.

"By the way," Tom said, pushing open the dining room door, "did you feel something was wrong during the exam this morning?"

"A little bit," Nelson nodded. "Professor Dumbledore's speech is less awkward. I once thought it was Aberforth who was proctoring the exam."

"I'll try it later. You said that if Aberforth is the invigilator, then what is Dumbledore doing?"