My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"This is the elixir, Kent Tanka."

Tom sat on the top of a gentle hill, the sparse meadow around him was swaying in the breeze, the bare ground was full of holes made by rats, nimble black shadows shuttled in the shadow of the desert grassland, This hill is not high, but it is also the highest point of the plateau under his feet.

He was wearing a sheepskin waistcoat, and the pot beside him was bubbling and boiling. The rising steam lifted the lid of the pot and filled the air with the original milk fragrance. Tom took out a piece of dark cake from his arms He broke off a small piece and threw it into the boiling milk along the edge of the tilted pot. His body has already been contaminated with the habits of many local people. He squinted his eyes and looked over the high-pitched idyll in the distance. On the frozen soil in the north , the strong red pines are shaking off the snow on them.

"When I was young, I really wanted to have eternal life, but when I really had it, I found that this is the most important thing I should lose."

Tom shrugged his shoulders, and raised his hand holding the Sorcerer's Stone back, and the stone that could drive all wizards crazy was thrown out, drew a perfect arc, and fell into the grass skirt around the hill's waist.

Hasty footsteps sounded in his ears. This kind of interaction has been experienced countless times. Whenever he threw the Stone of Eternal Life, Kent Tanka would always rush to the drop point in a panic, pick it up and stuff it in. into Tom's arms.

"You...need...it...alive."

Intermittent voices came from her vocal cords, and those blue, jewel-like eyes did not belong to her, so that she always wobbled when she walked, and fell over and over again when she ran.

"Don't worry, I will always look for him. What I promised you has not been completed yet, and you haven't seen your past yet."

Tom always smiles and puts the Philosopher's Stone back into his pocket, scolds Nelson, and then writes and draws on the map to plan the destination of the next stop. He firmly believes that a cunning guy like Nelson must be hiding somewhere in this world Just waiting for him to be too lazy to look for it one day, Nelson would come out of the rabbit hole under his feet and laugh at him.

"By the way, Kent Tanka, get me my ink!"

Tom lowered his head, spread the map on his knees, and said without looking back.

But until he planned the route, Kent Tanka did not respond to him. Tom looked around, but there was no sign of Kent Tanka, and the Philosopher's Stone that should have been in his pocket was still lying in the meadow, reflecting the sun's rays.

"Oh, I forgot."

Tom lowered his head, with a trace of helplessness in his tone, "You are already dead."

He straightened his waist and stood up on the ground. His face covered by the brim of the hat became clear under the sunlight. He didn't look like a student who had just graduated from school at all, but rather like a student who had already struggled in society. A social animal for several years, his twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old face is full of vicissitudes that are separated from his appearance, and his appearance stays at the moment when the Philosopher's Stone was created—ten years after defeating Haierbo.

But this short period of ten years is an insurmountable gap in Kent Tanka's life.

Tom didn't bid farewell to the coalition forces. He had no friendship with Andros and his party who had lurked next to Haierbo from the beginning. The only person who could be called acquainted was Pythia whom he met when he first arrived in Delphi. , but he didn't want to deal with that priestess anymore, not at all.

Tom, who left Alexandria, started his journey with Kent Tanka. While looking for and destroying the remaining power of Haierbo, he studied the production of the Sorcerer's Stone. This alchemy treasure has a production cycle far exceeding other items. After numerous failures, the refining of the Sorcerer's Stone finally got on the right track. It was already five years after the war, and Tom had already found the three Horcruxes of Haierbo.

As Haierbo said, the triple great Hermes has become a myth passed down in the Greek peninsula. They quickly sent a man who once existed to Mount Olympus, and soon used God They have embezzled their exploits in the name of the world, and Andros can't even do anything about it. People will only remember their victories, but few people are willing to recall the darkness before the victory and their own weakness in the struggle, and they can't tolerate a flawless and noble The existence of those who would make their victory a kind of begging boon.

Wizards and Muggles are once again separated by a natural gap. If there is at least a legend among wizards that a great wizard with three postures led them to defeat powerful enemies, then Muggles will only know that it is the demigod they believe in. Defeating Pluto who tried to embezzle the world is really a clichéd story. After all, similar things can take up space in the not-so-thick Greek mythology.

Pythia has also become a lunatic who often speaks nonsense because she inhales the miasma floating from the underground of the temple. The realistic description fell to the ignorant ears of believers who only hoped for children or wealth, and only the bizarre stories of gods and wars remained.

The world where wizards and Muggles are interdependent and harmonious coexistence that Nelson expected did not appear in the world two thousand years in advance. No one would consider what would happen if Muggles were allowed to have magic power. They divided up the spells that emerged during the war. But the precious wealth that cannot be revealed, only the copyright of the Patronus Charm is still in the hands of Pythia, because it is really useless-in a world where it is difficult to see a dementor, the magic for it has no effect. What's the point?

It's not that Tom didn't think about punishing these ungrateful people, but soon he found sadly that ungratefulness seems to be a human instinct, and he couldn't arrest and torture all the Europeans. Waste of precious time.

So, he stood on top of the giant, waded across the ocean, took Kent Tanka and a coffin, and walked towards the wider world that he had never been to but heard about from Nelson many times.

He brews potions every day, hoping to speed up the progress of making the Philosopher's Stone. He always has a boiling cauldron by his side, no matter what is boiling in it, and this has become a habit he has continued to this day.

All the materials and the rough embryo of the Philosopher's Stone are ready. As long as the production is successful, Tom can have eternal life, but at this time, the time required to make it has become the most precious thing.

Because Kent Tanka is already extremely weak, Tom has long been used to commanding the loyal blind girl, and Kent Tanka who has found himself in his memory is almost like his only living family member. For this reason, he gouged out Hai Erbo The magic eye on Mao's heart was installed in Kent Tanka's eye socket. The magic contained in the magic eye can be called the crystallization of Haierbo's lifelong research. bright year.

As long as there is something gained, there will be something lost. Tom soon discovered that Kent Tanka's body could no longer sustain her life.

She was not a wizard at all, but she got the protection of her sister before she died. This protection on a wizard can even allow him to get in touch with the operation of magic early, consume the magic power of the protected person and feed him back, enough to make a mediocre wizard Became a genius in spellcasting, but it happened to fall on a Muggle. Its maintenance must rely on magic power, but for a Muggle without magic power, the only thing that can be consumed is her soul.

Being chosen to be part of Hailbo's magical ritual adds to the already weakened soul, and Tom recognizes the scars Hailbo left on her soul, which will last for millennia and is eventually discovered by Nelson on Nagini.

Compared with this hidden danger, the scars left by suffering in childhood became insignificant. Tom tried over and over again the method to relieve her exhausted soul. Only then did he realize that he was good at attacking and killing, and he was good at healing The magic of battle scars, but I have never understood the magic spell of nourishing others. It is much more difficult to create a magic than to learn it.

One day ten years after the war, Tom, who was stationed on an island south of the Cape of Good Hope, excitedly ran out of his tent. He was carrying a bowl of boiling soup medicine. A gemstone as pure as the soul of Kent Tanka was sinking and floating in the potion.

He remembered that Kent Tanka said the day before that he saw a fruiting coconut grove on the other side of the island, and that he was going to pick some coconuts for the two of them today. Fly to one side.

But when he landed and started calling Kent Tanka's name, everything changed.

"I'm so stupid, haha," Tom shook his head, holding a medicine bowl, shuttling through the coconut palms, "you can't hear, why should I shout, hahaha! I heard Nar talk about cochlear implants. Things, when I find him, I must ask him to make one for you."

Tom shuttled through the coconut grove over and over again, each time ignoring the eye-catching hem behind the tree in front of his landing position and a pile of green coconuts that looked like they were placed artificially.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Tom stopped behind the first tree again. He held the potion that had already cooled down and looked at the pile of coconuts quietly. The setting sun turned his eye sockets red. Picking up the bowl, he raised his head and drank the potion full of dregs in one gulp, and spit out the magic stone to the ground in one gulp.

Kent Tanka would always pick it up when he littered Professor Slughorn's semi-finished products, but this time, it just lay there quietly, reflecting the red light of the setting sun, in Tom's eyes. The face jumped up and down mischievously, as if laughing at him.

Tom pursed his lips tightly, the bitter medicinal soup permeated and intensified between his lips and tongue, making his sense of taste confused. He opened his hand and took a coconut from the top of the pile of coconuts on the sharp edge of the stone next to it. Knocking it open, the clear coconut juice wet his hands, cuffs and clothes corners, he lifted the green coconut, raised his head, and gulped down its juice.

In this wild drinking, the coconut water slipped from the corner of his mouth, poured all over him, like a drunken man, and finally, when the last drop of coconut water dripped to the corner of his mouth, Tom licked it back. In his mouth, against the backdrop of the sweet coconut milk, the bitterness of the potion erupted in his mouth. Tom wrinkled his face from the bitterness, and fell unsteadily to the foot of a coconut tree.

"*!"

He vigorously wiped the coconut juice from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and finally spit out the curse that had been suppressed in his throat for ten years, "It's so fucking bitter!"

The sea area south of Africa is a natural fishing ground where ocean currents meet, but this also means that its weather is more unpredictable than the movement of fish schools. In an instant, thick dark clouds brewed thunder over the island. Tom raised his wand, The cold and scarlet eyes were full of hatred, which was what he had been chasing and killing for several years, even if it was just a normal dark cloud above his head, he swung his wand resolutely.

"laugh--"

A voice like a suppressed laugh rolled from the top of the head to the four directions, and the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun were torn open a hideous hole under the wave of the magic wand.

A few weeks later, Alexandria had a special guest.

The great war that took place here was almost non-existent to the Egyptians. Everyone who experienced it died, but no one survived on the land that was razed to the ground and sank for several meters, and it was washed over and over again by the wizarding coalition forces after the war. The traces of the past, and here is the closest natural haven to the reopened sea in Greece. Like the choice of the first generation of residents in Alexandria hundreds or even thousands of years ago, the Egyptians from the inland once again established a prosperous sea here. trade.

A dark wizard who could not even fight against the god of protection of the country of Egypt came here. He recruited the slaves and wizards in the city to build a pyramid that was several times more magnificent than the pharaoh's tomb. He counted all the Egyptians who had just found a new home. Deported, then, the soon-to-be-built Alexandria disappeared again.

It was not until someone discovered this natural safe haven more than ten years later that the rudiment of Alexandria's city that continued into the future was re-established.

This is the record of this incident in the history of Egyptian magic. It does not exceed half a slate, and it has also become an unremarkable member of countless strange tales in this ancient city with many disasters.

Tom broke free from the memory, and before he knew it, the sun had set, the milk tea in the pot had been boiled dry, and formed a sticky blackened piece on the bottom plate, he waved his magic wand, and the gleaming Philosopher's Stone flew out from the meadow , fell back into his hands,

He tried hard to recall, but he still couldn't remember how many years he had been traveling. He was always a person who didn't like to move. On the contrary, traveling was Nelson's hobby.

"I prepared a coffin for you. If I find you and you die, I'll put you in it," Tom smiled. "If I can't find it, I'm too tired to think, so I'll just lie in it by myself." .”

He straightened up and put his hands on his forehead to block the direct sunlight.

"Professor Tom! Do you want to come to my house for dinner? Grandma made Naipizi!"

Among the sheep in the distance, a man on horseback called to Tom.

"Next time!"

Tom responded proficiently in the local language. He has already taught a Hogwarts student here for seven years. Watching the man drive the sheep and ride away, Tom maintained his smile and said softly: "It's time to go , I heard that the Great Wall in the south is about to be repaired, and Gnar used to brag about it to me."

He stomped his feet, the hills under his feet shook slowly, and even the grassland trembled, like ten thousand horses galloping towards an unknown distance.

"I want to see what the Great Teleportation of the Universe is."