My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gaston Raymond's most proud achievement is the application of Muggle medicine to potion research," Tom stood at the bottom of the cauldron, letting the purple liquid rise, "Combined with the change of my skin color, his intention should be It is to let the players find the antidote to the poison on the spot.”

Feeling the cold touch from his knees spreading upwards, Tom lifted his feet, but found it difficult to move as if he had stepped into a puddle of mud. He flicked his wand, and the sticky feeling under his feet dissipated a lot.

"It seems that the restrictions he made are not clear," Tom shook his head, thinking, "Even if I can use magic to break free, if I don't solve his puzzles, then my breakthrough in this level will be considered a failure, judges The score will be very low, and my advantage in time will be gone."

He raised his head and looked towards the sky, and the tireless voice of the commentator came: "Oh! She came out of the lake, and Margaret Sagan is climbing the ropeway with three keys in her mouth! What is her choice for the second level?" Woolen cloth?"

"Did she pass the level too?"

Seeming to have had enough standing, Tom bent down and plunged his wand into the "mire" at his feet.

"Let me see," Tom fanned the slime under his feet with his free hand, and smelled it, "oh, stinky hydrangea, I have a bush in my garden at home. Familiar, I guess I don't even need to use the Scapin's Appearance Charm..."

"Material Reveal." He finally used the Scapin Reveal Charm just in case.

Immediately, purple light erupted from the liquid under his feet, and slowly condensed into plants of herbs and minerals in the air.

"Hiss, what is this?" Tom stared at the liquid under his feet in disgust, and raised his head to observe the raw materials presented in front of him, "Hydrangea, light powder, and even mercury... What is this? The ashes at the bottom of the pot? Look It looks like this should be a hydrangea potion."

Then Tom looked to the medicine cabinet just below the inner wall of the cauldron, and held out his wand.

His thoughts returned to the time when he predicted the level with his friends a few days ago.

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"I am very happy that diphtheria may become a word in the history of diseases in the near future. This may not be good news for the diphtheria bacterium, but for humans, the fear of it will be history. Vaccines are human. One of the greatest inventions that has allowed us to go out in the face of the threat of infectious disease and virtually eradicate diseases that have plagued humanity for millennia."

Gaston Raymond, the venerable master of potions, wrote this sentence on the last page of his book on Muggle medicine.

After Tom quickly flipped through the entire book, he felt infinite admiration for this medical worker, but he still didn't understand how this had anything to do with the level he was about to face, but he couldn't bear to bother the opposite desk writing Nelson and Walburga picked up the next book in the package and continued to read.

"The Application of Muggle Vaccinology in Potion Research", this is the title of the next book in the package, the author is still Gaston Raymond, but at this time the publishing house has changed to the French Potion Press , This is a book on the study of magic. Looking at the title, Tom understood Nelson's intention to put the Muggle medical book on top. He took the book down and began to read it carefully.

For most wizards, Muggle medicine is like a child's play house. For trauma, they only need "heal quickly". For diseases, except for some magical diseases from magical animals, all kinds of magic hospitals Physicians can solve most incurable diseases that Muggles cannot solve in a few seconds-except for magical injuries, most diseases from nature cannot be taken seriously by them.

Gaston may be one of the few wizards who takes Muggle medicine seriously. He not only takes it seriously, but also admires it. In his book, he introduced in detail the "artifact" that Muggle doctors use vaccines to prevent diseases. The principles are integrated and applied to the research of potions.

Most poisons in the wizarding world are very violent, and the poisoned people are often poisoned to death before being sent to the hospital. This is the case with Gaston’s roommates when he was studying in Beauxbatons. During the summer vacation of the third grade, their family of four Traveling to the mysterious East, during a picnic, his father threw a bright mushroom found in the mountains into the pot, and just in case, his father also sent everyone a small piece of bezoar.

But tragedies often happen to those who are self-reliant. The mushroom is very poisonous, and their family died before they could throw the bezoar into their mouths.

"The taste is really delicious." These were the last words of his classmate.

Young Gaston raised a dream - to find the antidote to all the poisons in the world. Although he knew that this could not save those who put bright mushrooms in their pots at home, it could still give those who accidentally ingested the poison. people have a lifeline.

In the Muggle world, his identity is a veterinarian and a microbiologist. After learning the principle of inactivated vaccines, a crazy idea was born in his genius mind-if I can reduce the poison Toxicity, then can the corresponding antidote be found through experiments.

He thought so, and he did so. The first subject of the experiment was himself, and in the end, he succeeded.

No matter how unorthodox the behavior of learning Muggles, Gaston's attempt to weaken the toxicity of poisons to provide experimental opportunities for finding antidotes has won him great reputation in the wizarding world. Finally became the editor-in-chief of Master of Practical Potions.

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Looking at the figure of Tom analyzing the medicinal materials on the water curtain, Gaston looked at Professor Slughorn beside him, and asked, "You guys have learned the Scarpine Appearance Curse and Gobalot since the fifth grade at Hogwarts. law?"

"Tom did, he asked me about it when he was in third grade, but by then he was familiar with using Gobalot's third law himself... But for most people, these are six The grade will only be exposed to the content after the Potions Advanced Class."

"Earlier than the third grade?" Gaston raised his eyebrows, "That's really a genius."

"Actually," Professor Slughorn shook his head and said in a regretful tone, "his talent in potions is nothing compared to magic spells. He just worked very hard."

"It's no use talking to me, Horace, I'm not Beauxbatons' Potions Master."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. As teachers, we rarely get good students, so we like to share the joy with others." Teacher Slughorn sat among the great wizards, his face flushed, as if he was the one who easily solved the problem on the stage. Like yourself.

"Speaking of which, since this Riddle is so powerful, wouldn't the Williams he recommended be even more powerful, and his level is actually placed above mine," Gaston asked curiously, "He is very good at potions. Do you have any accomplishments?"

"..."

Now it was Professor Slughorn's turn to be silent.

Tom was concocting the potion. Although the experts on the stage were very interested in it, the audience was not interested in this kind of level without fighting. Ludwig walking up to the Fantastic Beasts platform.

"Since Riddle can pass the level quickly, this Newt Scamander must not have too much strength." He thought happily, and when he heard the commentary teasing Tom's predicament, he had already made up his mind to become The first round of the series champion's speech, "I have mastered much more combat magic than the fifth grade students, and I should be able to pass the level faster than him."

Thinking of this, Ludwig, who was already standing in front of Newt, unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth.

"What makes you so happy, Mr. Kant?"

Newt's greeting brought Ludwig back to reality.

He raised his head and saw Newt standing in the middle of the herd with a bad expression on his face.

"It's an honor to be selected by the two warriors. I hope the wizard who has a bye will not blame me," Newt squeezed out a kind smile, and patted Zou Wu's neck beside him. After Tom left, he put away Those cute magical animals specially prepared for the warrior to pass the level, leaving the fiercest guy.

After Tom passed the level opportunistically, even Newt, who is a good man, understood what it means to be unhappy.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Fantastic Beasts Platform, the two people facing each other at a distance are like a classic pair of "mindless" and "unhappy".

"Mr. Scamander, what are the customs clearance rules?"

Ludwig looked at the most ferocious-looking venomous leopard among all the magical animals, and at the same time put a bubble head spell on himself to resist the solid and dignified poisonous mist around Newt.

"Did you see the gems on them?" Newt replied blankly. He would never get angry with his own junior, so he had to vent his anger with the young man who threw himself into the trap in front of him. "Get three The victory is yours."

"Please advise, Mr. Scamander!" Ludwig said excitedly, raising his wand in salute.

The embarrassing leopard next to Newt returned the salute instead of him. It clapped its four claws to the ground, and the stone floor made a tooth-piercing sound under the double damage of its huge grip and steel-like claws. As if some heavy object was placed, it burst into a spider web-like crack.

When hunting, a leopard does not howl. It bends down, its muscles tense, and it prepares to pounce. Although its body is huge, it still has the vigor of an ordinary leopard. It closes its mouth, There was a low growl in his throat, and the gemstones tightly clenched by the upper and lower jaws reflected the shining light, but the light quickly disappeared.

Dark venom dripped from its mouth, completely enveloping the gem.

Although Ludwig was misled by Tom, he was not an idiot either. After glancing at the poison leopard, he lost the desire to challenge it.

"I'd rather slay the dragon," he muttered, trying to find a way around it.

"Kant chose Newt Scamander as his second opponent!" The commentator fanned the flames again, "Then is it this young hero who has passed the test of the duel champion who won the second victory, or are we Will the Master of Fantastic Beasts who passed the level the fastest clear his name? Let us wait and see!"

"..." Newt raised his head, he was almost laughed at by his old friend, and at the moment, Theseus, who was leading a group of Aurors to interrogate the suspicious person he had just captured, was near the Black Lake near the Forbidden Forest. Seeing his younger brother's embarrassment at the moment, he couldn't control the strength in his hand from laughing.

"Aw--"

A scream resounded through the Forbidden Forest, and could even be heard in the auditorium.

"Miss Sagan finally climbed up! She chose Nicole King Stein as her opponent for the second level!" The voice of the commentary became louder again, "It is difficult for us to see her performance underwater, which may It is necessary for the event party to communicate with the level guardian after the game, but we can all see that she has indeed obtained three keys, and she is in good condition... The witch she challenged is good at magic of illusion and mind, and is nearly A star in the French magic world for a few years..."

Hearing Margaret's choice, Tom's hand that lit the fire in the cauldron paused slightly.

"Sure enough, it's the same as we imagined..."

...

"So we're sure we're going to challenge Newt in the first level?"

In the library the day before the game, Tom was sitting among a group of busy classmates discussing tomorrow's game schedule with several key figures.

"Yes, I asked him. Before the start of school, he received an invitation from the British Ministry of Magic to bring a large number of magical animals into the country," Nelson flipped through his notebook and said, "So adjust the competition system in Sigmund." Before now, he should have been selected as one of the leaders of the first project, and I guess it was a lottery for the Warriors to fight against the magical beasts he brought.

"Due to cost considerations, he will also be arranged to appear in the first project," Tom nodded, "and he obviously got Dumbledore's guarantee, Newt is not a person who can hide things very much... But if we provoke him so much, will he be angry?"

"It's okay, I will give him my curled-winged demon, he will definitely like it." Nelson replied, "Of course, everything is based on the bird and snake you saw."

Walburga said on the side: "You must be quick. Everyone's tacit understanding is that the warriors will definitely choose their own and familiar opponents, but Margaret Sagan may not be sure. I have inquired about her popularity. Very good, so it is unlikely that so many of us will help her gather information."

"So she may preemptively choose British or German wizards to interfere with the opponent and pull you to the same level as her." Dwight, who came to the table from the bookshelf with a stack of books, added, "But if you act Fast enough, then she can only choose the German wizard, either the alchemist or the adventurer."

"But the second level and even the third level after that will be difficult to be controlled by your actions. They will eventually choose a familiar opponent."

"After bypassing Newt, I have plenty of time to choose my next opponent," Tom nodded, "I hope we guessed right, the route is not arranged by the competition group."

"That wouldn't be fair enough, wouldn't it?"

"Very well, Gnar," Tom licked his lips, and Malfoy at the corner of the long table graciously offered a glass of water, "I hope your magic can please me."

"If you want to win, I hope you don't choose me."

"Really?" Tom quipped, "what if every warrior had to pass you?"

"I don't think the professors, no matter how insane they are, won't make this kind of schedule," Nelson shook his head, "unless someone is playing tricks."

"Who's going to play tricks? I'll have to thank him very much."

"I don't think it should—"

In the middle of Nelson's speech, the angry silver back suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He stopped talking and shook his head, "It shouldn't be so?"