My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The judges agreed that Tom Riddle from Hogwarts gave the best performance in the first round of the competition."

The commentator read the comments from the judges according to the script: "He found the weakest point in Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts at an extremely fast speed, and relied on his own strengths to achieve an amazing performance. In the second level, facing the potion master's examination questions, he successfully prepared the most perfect antidote, and in the third level, his talents were not limited to the speed of the first level and the precision of the second level. Both the mental toughness and the performance in reality are beyond reproach."

The students of Hogwarts cheered loudly.

"His magic skills are solid, and he has mastered a large number of spells, which are distributed in various fields. Whether it is Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, or other spells, he has performed well, and he can even rely on his keen sense of combat. Facing the enemy's encirclement and the opponent's melee combat, he made an effective response, and as the last warrior, he deservedly won the highest score of this round! Ninety-one points!"

The hourglass above the audience was almost completely filled, bursting out with dazzling light.

"The audience, please leave the field in an orderly manner. Except for the underwater field, the seven venues in the competition will be displayed on the bank of the Black Lake until tonight. You can go and observe it," said the warriors in their speeches and various leaders. Finally, the first round of competition was finally over, "Warriors, please stay a while, there is some information about the second round that needs to be notified to you."

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The night gradually deepened, and the tourists around Alexander gradually dispersed. Nelson came to the shore of the Black Lake alone, preparing to recover the giant locked by Dumbledore.

He walked to the giant's feet, stroked its icy instep, felt the heartbeat-like sound of the water flowing in the pipe under the high temperature of Fiendfire, and felt the arrival of the master, Alexander felt a little dim One-eyed brightened up.

Bound by golden chains, the gears in its taut body were turning, and the low friction sound seemed to be greeting Nelson.

"Don't worry, when you truly become yourself, no one can tie you down."

Nelson drew out his wand, and lightly stroked Dumbledore's chain. The thick chain broke with a sound, turning into particles of light and dissipating in the air.

Alexander was finally able to move his body. Although as a machine, it didn't need to move his body, but the joy brought by freedom sounded from this ignorant soul and resonated with Nelson's soul.

"come back."

Thin lost mist rose around Nelson and mixed with the mist by the lake, completely obscuring the scene that was about to happen. The bolts and rivets all over Alexander's body were pulled out one after another under Nelson's control, and scorching steam flowed from the gap in the pipe. It spewed out from the air, completely enveloping its huge body in mist.

"I have to say, I haven't seen such a magnificent creation for a long time."

An old voice sounded behind Nelson. He turned his head and blinked his eyes. Under the night, a skinny old man stood by the lake. He looked like a rebellious goat, whether it was a skinny figure or a goat-like beard, It's all kind of funny, like he's a reverse Animagus, from a goat to a human.

His face can't be seen clearly in the night, but the deep-set eye sockets and angular lines still show a hint of arrogance and meanness. This is not a character that is easy to imagine.

There was no reflection of him on the pitch-black water of the Black Lake, but on this starless night, this kind of visibility was normal, and the dim light made his image flat, like a two-dimensional painting.

Nelson was a little surprised. When Dumbledore just notified him to recover Alexander, he emphasized that the surrounding tourists had been evacuated. What's more, there is no difference between ordinary people walking into the misty fog and entering the labyrinth of Minotaur. Raising his wand vigilantly, he couldn't help but stop dismantling Alexander. On the one hand, he was worried that this was an outlaw with powerful magic power. On the other hand, he was also a little afraid that the parts dropped by Alexander might see him as The old man who couldn't stand the gust of wind when he got up was blown away.

The old goat grinned, showing a mouthful of broken teeth, and let out an ugly laugh like a broken bellows, "Are you its creator? Nordic boy."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Nordic kid"? What a strange name.

"I built Alexander." He didn't feel any malice from the old man, so he patiently explained to him.

"So it's called Alexander?" The old man seemed to appreciate the name, and nodded with satisfaction, "Its power is worthy of this name. I saw your current principal almost couldn't do anything with it during the day."

"If a magic that has been prepared for three years is easily defeated by others, then I would be too weak," Nelson said proudly, "Although it only has one left arm now, its strength is enough to suppress most of the world's magicians. A creature, the magic power stored in its body can spray an attack equivalent to the power of the obstacle spell for three minutes without limit, and the number of spells is equivalent to the number of rivets on its body."

"It's a pity that I don't have a chance to see it during the day," the old man said regretfully, but his tone couldn't be heard at all, "I know an ancestor of a giant. Power, it can't defeat this big guy."

"Ancestor of giants?" Nelson recalled for a long time before he remembered the origin of the word, "Didn't it mean that the existing giants are just descendants of giants with mixed blood? Could there be any surviving ancestors of giants?"

"Would you not allow an old man like me to learn more when I was young?"

The old man said dissatisfiedly, stepped forward two steps, and pressed his hand on Alexander's other foot. Nelson was afraid that he would be sent away by the electric current from Alexander's body, but the energy from the thunder seemed to be unable to harm him, just let him His modest hair and goatee stood up.

"So what are you going to do now? Have you disassembled it?" The old man asked curiously, "Don't you hurry up and perfect it? If I have such a big toy, then I have to put it together even if I don't sleep .”

"I haven't prepared the other parts of it yet," Nelson shook his head and replied with some dissatisfaction, "Sir, this is not a toy."

"That's right, that's right," the old man sighed, and even made an ancient salute to Nelson, "I'm sorry, but I think this kind of war weapon is really no different from a toy at this time, even if it is powerful, There is no battlefield worthy of it, no enemy that can fight it, look at that useless cockatrice today, in its hands, it is like a little loach, almost smashed into a puddle of snake soup."

Chicken snake? This is another weird word, Nelson thought for a while, it seems to be the ancient wizard's name for the basilisk, because the basilisk is a snake hatched from a rooster's egg, but since modern times, with the discovery of birds and snakes, in order to avoid The two creatures had an unnecessary connection, and people gradually called the basilisk by the name Haierbo originally set.

This old man is really weird, and the words he uses are very old-fashioned, like a cultural relic that just crawled out of the grave.

"The basilisk has just shed its skin once, so it is a little weak. The basilisk is a very dangerous magical animal," Nelson said for the old man who seemed to be completely ignorant of the terrifying creature of the basilisk. "I once saw A basilisk skeleton, taller than any tower I've ever seen, almost like a mountain!"

"I may have seen it," the old man stared at Nelson with a strange expression, as if he was saying something strange, "but even that basilisk is not a threat to this big guy. Use your observation skills on it It seems that it is a whole made up of a bunch of parts, but the parts are not really connected. Instead, they are connected by magic through the runes you set. I understand that those high-power magics targeting a single body can only take effect on one part of your Alexander with this structure, including the eyes of the basilisk and some advanced magics that are difficult to defend against."

Nelson was amused, it seemed that the old man was still knowledgeable, so he raised his wand again and began to disassemble Alexander's body. After the bolts fell off, the joints of the various parts were no longer tight, starting from the arm, the lens, the lever, and the armor in the gears. Pieces fell off under the crowd, and the tall giant quickly turned into a few piles of parts suspended in the air and a skeleton that was still upright. The exposed blast furnace twisted the surrounding air into dancing sun flames. Its eyes Still not extinguished, but after losing the protection of the shell, it can be seen that the one eye is composed of countless tiny mayfly compound eyes, which capture the images of all the details in front and transmit them into Alexander's "brain".

After the bones around the eye sockets were removed, the mayflies that made up the eyes and various organs scattered, spread their wings and flew to the ground, surrounding Nelson.

Standing next to Nelson, the old man kept asking about the function of each component, and he didn't even know the basic gears. This further strengthened Nelson's idea—this is an old antique that doesn't go out very much.

"It would be great if we had this kind of weapon back then," the old man seemed to be aroused, and he chattered endlessly, "it wouldn't be so uncomfortable, but speaking of it, a crappy lunatic who took off something gave the whole The world has brought big troubles, it's hard to imagine if this big guy is taken off by you... tsk tsk..."

The old man smacked his lips and shook his head.

"What are you talking about?" Nelson hated the Riddler most in his life.

"I saw that you wore a medal on the day of the ball, don't you know?" The old man was surprised instead, "Didn't they tell you?"

"Know what?" Nelson knew that the old man was talking about the Guardian of the Garter Medal, but he didn't know what mystery he was playing.

"Take the teacher at Hogwarts, Binns, he should still be teaching History of Magic?" The old man gave an example. "He is a ghost. I used to know him very well."

"History of Magic is my best subject."

Nelson said without turning his head, while manipulating the gears and some delicate parts to turn back into small silver balls, which turned into slender silver dragons and poured into his pocket, while those thick joints, levers and armor turned back to their original The building materials, engulfed by the Lost Fog, were sent to another world, where they formed another tower.

"Hey! It's really rare!" The old man exclaimed in admiration, as if he had seen some rare treasure, "This is the quality education we emphasize, all-round development, Binns probably won't meet someone like you for hundreds of years student."

"Are you a former Hogwarts student or teacher?"

Nelson felt that he had already guessed the identity of the old man. Although he was a little dissatisfied with his disrespectful words of Professor Binns, his politeness still brought a trace of respect into his tone.

"Basically, I did stay at Hogwarts for a while." The old man said vaguely, "Do you know why Binns turned into a ghost?"

"In order to find a solution to the dementors at the border between life and death." Nelson frowned and turned around. He couldn't bear the old guy's disrespect to Professor Binns.

"Huh? That's what he told you?" The old man looked very surprised and kept shaking his head, "No, he... oh, I see, he didn't want to scare the people who came later, he was really gentle ha."

"What?" Nelson stared at the old man's face, feeling a little familiar.

"To tell you the truth, it is not possible for a wizard to become a ghost after death." The old man's expression suddenly became serious, "In fact, the 'door' of Binns Cuthbord was entrusted by him. I prepared it for him, when I was no longer at Hogwarts."

"You—" Listening to the old man's more and more mysterious guesses, a terrible guess emerged in Nelson's heart.

But the old man didn't give him a chance to ask questions, and said sternly, "The real purpose of Binns Cuthbord's transformation into a ghost is to use himself as the most authentic and detailed historical material, and to assist the next generation of wizards to rebuild after the wizard society perished. this world."

"clang--"

The last piece of gear fell into Nelson's pocket, and the last brick of the Dark Tower took its place in the Twilight Zone.

The place where the giant stood just now has become a flat ground, only two huge footprints introduced Alexander who passed by here, and where the old man stood, a painting wrapped in oil paper was deeply inserted into the ground, Nelson remembered this When watching the replay, he saw the scales of the basilisk flying around under Alexander's iron fist, and one of them fell here.

"Salazar Slytherin." Nelson bowed solemnly.

"Ah," a yawn came from the portrait, "please send my portrait to the principal, and one more thing, the portrait on your school history illustration is seriously distorted, I actually look like this."