My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yes, I am indeed a person who has lived for hundreds of years."

Although the thatched hut is simple, it is enough to keep out the wind and rain. The fine straw is spread on the beams and mended, so that not a single drop of rain falls, making this hut the only dry place in the rainy bamboo forest.

The bamboo slices in the stove were roasted to the last trace of moisture, and were slowly bent and carbonized amidst the crackling sound and the sizzling sound of water seepage. Tom supported the desk and looked at the curious audience with their long hair tied up. The students nodded slightly.

"I knew it!" A boy in the front row looked at his classmates proudly, shook his head and said, "During the pre-Qin period, Wu Zhu in the north spent seven years learning the art of controlling celestial phenomena from a mysterious alchemist. , Later Emperor Wu attacked the Xiongnu in the north, and this Wuzhu family moved to the south.”

"Oh?" Tom leaned on the desk with interest and looked at him.

"Aren't you wondering if there are any descendants in this Wuzhu family?" The boy stroked his non-existent beard, looked around, and raised his eyebrows, but found that his classmates were not interested, so he had no choice but to support himself and show I cupped my hands all around, and continued to shake my head, "How could I whet everyone's appetite? That's right! It's right here."

"So, you will pray for rain," Tom simply sat down, put his arms on the desk, and teased, "Go, Xiao Zuo, go out and stop the rain for me."

Xiao Zuo paused in embarrassment, he doesn't know how to pray for rain, let alone stop the rain.

"If I'm really the one who taught your ancestors to pray for rain, then I'd be really ashamed," Tom tapped his knuckles on the desk, "I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, the unworthy descendants would make the old The ancestors spent a lot of time learning the technique of praying for rain and completely forgot it. Speaking of it, I don’t seem to have taught them any magic that allows the memory to be passed down in the hearts of future generations. How do you know that the person back then was me? "

"We have a family motto," Xiaozuo poked his neck, putting on a tough air, but what he said seemed to be flattering, "the family motto said that the most holy teacher He is eight feet long, with a very graceful posture, Xiao Xiao is solemn, bright and clear, with a dragon and a phoenix posture, and his nature is natural."

"Hey! What a detailed description."

Tom laughed, looked around, and stared at a girl who was writing and drawing with her head hooked, "Don't you like drawing? Can you draw a person according to Xiao Zuo's detailed description? Except for the height of eight Ruler, can you hear any useful information?"

"But the family ancestor also said that the immortal master has short hair. He is a hardworking person who is diligent in alchemy. He doesn't look like the Central Plains, but looks like a foreign race in the West." The boy looked at the stove, which can be called The copper pot of the alchemy furnace said stubbornly, "The immortal master likes to make a black cloak and make a magic wand, but he doesn't like sword amulets."

"It turns out that you have seen through all this," Tom yawned, and said, "Yes, you guessed it right, I do know the ancestors of your family, I see that you are full of words, you might as well talk about it .”

Tom's acknowledgment quickly heated up the atmosphere in the classroom. The students who were not in a daze stared at him in unison, and looked at Xiao Zuo's back with burning eyes. They had a common problem.

"Sir, I want to know..." Xiao Zuo took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "How can I refine the elixir of longevity."

"Isn't it written in all kinds of pills? Even if it records the medical techniques of the pharmacy for treating bruises, isn't there a prescription for the elixir of life?" Tom curled his lips, "Let's practice according to that."

"But Mr. Tang," Xiao Zuo's gaze became even hotter, "Throughout the ages, no one has used those prescriptions to refine the elixir of longevity."

"I guess it's because of poor skills," Tom shrugged. "Besides, if someone really made the elixir of life, he would run to the street and stop people and say, 'Look at me, I'm immortal.' Is this kind of stupid talk?"

"But……"

"Compared to immortality, it's more important for you to live in troubled times first," Tom shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think you can survive in this world safely with this meager knowledge? The alchemists who were the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army were hung on the crooked neck tree at the gate of the imperial city within a month, if I remember correctly, I should have taken you to see it."

"It's human nature, Mr. Tang, immortality is everyone's wish."

"Is it really?"

Tom narrowed his eyes and said quietly.

"Isn't it?" From the back row of the classroom came a clear and clear question.

"The most important thing is to live your own life well," Tom raised his finger, shook it, and said, "Let me give you an example, you will soon grow up, find a partner who will accompany you for life, support your parents, and raise your children. Childhood, youth and even middle age are accompanied by their parents, young people are accompanied by their partners until death, and when they are dying, there are children who have been under the knees of Chenghuan to die. People in their 70s are rare in ancient times, even if they are divided into 20 years, it is still tight. "

"Mr. Tang, what does this have to do with longevity?"

"Of course it's relevant. If you don't die halfway, and you really live to the age of seventy, your relatives, friends, and even enemies will divide up your memories. This is your precious life," Tom stared at the student who asked the question, and said, "But What if you can live to be two hundred years old? Who will make up for the remaining one hundred and thirty years? If I really lived for hundreds of years as Zuo Ci said, my parents and relatives in my youth lived for only a few decades. What are you? Passers-by? I will send my heirs away with my own hands, and then watch them multiply from generation to generation. The success or failure of the dynasty is in my eyes. The northward expansion of the country will be abandoned, the lover who will grow old with you will become a passerby who is insignificant compared to your long life, and your old enemy will be like a clown..."

"Mr. Tang, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand," Tom smiled and shook his head. "Don't say you haven't even understood in this life, you can't even write homework for the last class, tell me, what can you understand?"

"Memories will continue to accumulate. If I can live for hundreds or thousands of years, I may even forget who I am."

Tom waved Xiao Zuo to sit down and continue this lesson outside the teaching plan.

"I know a ghost. He is a well-informed person. He has existed in the form of a ghost for about... more than a thousand years." Tom pondered for a moment and said, "It stands to reason that a thousand years of memory is enough to make any People are driven crazy, and it takes hours or even days just to recall a small thing. You can imagine your brain as a library, and you are an administrator who squats at the door of the library and likes to write a diary. No matter what happened, you would write it down and put it in the corresponding shelf in chronological order."

"But how are we going to find those books?"

"You've got the point," said Tom, shrugging. "It's a very difficult thing to do, so that ghostly librarian likes to be lazy and doesn't usually remember trivial things. and useless people, but even so, there will always be a sea of ​​important events and important people in a thousand years, no matter how much he chooses, the vast and complex memory will make him dull and forgetful, numb and stiff."

"..."

"Don't you understand? Let me put it another way. He was also a gentleman who taught the history of magic. At that time, he had a lot of students. According to their memories, the content of his courses was interesting and vivid. Students who are exposed to magic for the first time will have imaginations about the magnificent deeds of great people after listening to his history of magic class." Tom looked at the students in the audience with a smile, and their faces could not help showing fascinated expressions, and also I don’t know which interesting piece of history came to mind, “But later, his courses became boring, and he just dropped the book bag according to the book, because compared with the more important and real history stuffed in the brain, those teaching skills have long been It was all forgotten."

"oh……"

The students in the audience looked suddenly enlightened, and one of the restless young men stood up and said loudly, "Mr. Tang, will you become dull and dull in the future?"

"Me?" Tom pointed to himself, laughing dumbfoundedly, "Of course I don't, I don't need to memorize history, it's not important to me, and I do it more thoroughly than him, those who don't listen to the class well and whisper in class , hiding the note in the sleeve, secretly tying the hair of the girl at the front desk to the back of the chair, saying that she didn’t bring her homework if she didn’t do her homework, asking some stupid questions, stuffing her head under the desk and secretly eating fried soybeans, drawing Mr. Portraits, fake parental signatures on exam papers, and potions textbooks for Charms classes—”

Tom took a deep breath, and he was a little out of breath after such a long mouth. Under his sharp eyes, the wandering student suddenly straightened his back and hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. The student who was talking nonsense shrank his neck and kept quiet. A girl in the second-to-last row quietly turned the note in her sleeve into a lizard and let it go, but when she was sitting upright, she overturned the chair that was entangled in her hair and sat down on her buttocks. On the ground, Dai turned over the desk of the naughty boy behind him, blank homework papers with only names and subjects written on them flew all over the classroom.

He hurriedly got up to pick up the "criminal evidence", but stepped on the rolled soybeans and fell to the ground, which surprised the girl who was stealing the portrait in front of him and added a funny touch to the abstract Tom on the paper. Mustache.

The small classroom suddenly jumped up and down, and the last student who was sleeping soundly was also awakened. He straightened up suddenly and shouted: "Sir! I wrote my mother's handwriting!"

His deskmate was the only innocent person in the classroom, because he had already been cleaned up in the last class. He held his forehead, helplessly tugged at the sleeve of the deskmate who had failed in his sophistry, and whispered: "This lesson It's Charms..."

Looking cheerfully at the jubilant classroom, Tom raised his voice sharply.

"—people!"

It only took a second for everyone to return to their positions. Tom supported the desk and showed a ferocious and kind smile: "I can't even remember the name, in order to prevent it from occupying my brain in retrospect." Capacity, I will tie them to the local butcher shop and sell them by the pound, so now, get out your textbooks, turn the book to page 54, and in five minutes, I will invite a lucky classmate to come on stage Let me explain his solution to everyone, and make an assessment by the way, whether to sell it by five flowers or by ribs..."

Tom was staring straight at the bookshelves at the back of the room, but to every student who was deep in thought, it felt like Tom was staring at them.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The copper bell in the bamboo forest rang through the rain. Tom put away the lesson plans and patted the table.

"What a coincidence, get out of class is over."

The students in the classroom let out a long sigh of relief almost at the same time, and watched him go out the door.

"By the way, I don't know how he remembers things, because I didn't have time to ask him." Tom retreated into the classroom as if he suddenly remembered something important, picked up the leaf umbrella by the stove, and said, "I I really should have asked in advance, I am a little nervous about immortality after you say that."

"Why? Mr. Tang, why didn't you ask him?"

"Because he died."

Tom said naturally.

"Sir, you lied to us."

"Yeah, how could the ghost die?"

Students have expressed their dissatisfaction.

"That's right, ghosts can't die, and there is no immortal person in this world," Tom smiled, staring straight at the student who said he was deceiving, "I lied to you, so now I will get out of class is not over, you, come up, and explain this question to us.”

"..."

In the midst of Ai Ai's lecture, Tom, who was leaning against the door frame, slowly lost sight of his eyes, as if his soul had sunk into a deep and vast library, and he was carefully looking up some distant and precious memories.

The topic had already been finished, and the students who didn’t want to be dragged to the butcher’s shop for sale tiptoed away from the dazed Tom. Weary panting.

Tom suddenly turned his head and saw a woman who looked like a young woman who was caught between two snakes and couldn't move.

"Mr. Riddle, you're finally awake." The two snakes disappeared into the shadows, and she also breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on her knees to breathe heavily, "Your magic power is still so sharp, even if I'm still far away, has been ruled."

"Sorry," Tom invited her into the house, and poured hot tea from the copper pot at the door, "It's been cold recently, I'm getting old, and I'm always in a daze."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have I been here seven years?" asked Tom casually.

"Yes, exactly seven years. Seven years ago, we looked about the same age, but now I am already old."

"How could it be?" Tom waved his hand, "It just so happens that their homework has been completed, and I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Can't you stay here?"

"I've already seen the Great Wall. It's time to see other things. I'm not used to staying in one place for too long."

"At least wait for them to finish the test? We are all looking forward to this special class of students you lead, and I believe they will do a lot."

"I'm looking forward to it too," Tom has already taken out the suitcase from the room behind the blackboard, put on his hat, and walked into the bamboo forest, "By the way, I left a few books in the room, you can give me the cover The person whose name is written on it, I really didn't expect that a cloud-making magic can be passed down from generation to generation."

"After all, not everyone is like you."

"Thank you for taking me in," Tom's figure disappeared into the bamboo forest. "Don't forget what you promised me. I won't pursue it if the universe changes."

"Remember, remember," the woman smiled and shook her head, "We are already accepting children with spiritual wisdom from various ethnic groups, but we really can't find them in the Great Teleportation of the Universe."

The only response to her was the wind in the forest.

"rustle--"

Among the mountains in the distance, a mountain's head twisted as if stretching its muscles and bones.