My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Pythia, this may be the last time we see each other."

In the green and quiet mountains, pale stone pillars are dumped between the dilapidated stone steps. The once gorgeous oil paint has long since left, and moss has multiplied generation after generation on the invisible reliefs of the stone pillars, dyeing the white marble into mountains. The deep and light green like the overlapping peaks is like the broken shadow of the sun sprinkled between the leaves of the pine forest in the distance, mottled and falling on the grass, like an unfinished oil painting, and like a feast that is too late to taste.

The men hid their faces in hat brims and turned-up collars, like the shady vampires of late folk tales.

"I just came back from the UK. It's not easy. That big guy finally has his own ideas, and he left me, an old old man, to find himself."

The steps leading to the former site of the temple are only left on the top of the mountain, and they are also occupied by tangled vines. He finally found a fairly clean space and placed a bunch of grapes beside him. In ancient Greece, the residents of Delphi used to pay tribute to Apollo when they visited the temple.

"Long time no see, Mr. Riddle."

A woman's voice came from behind him. Tom didn't look back, but just picked a grape and threw it into his mouth.

The sour pulp filled his mouth with the broken skin, and his whole face was wrinkled together because of the sour teeth. When he opened his eyes again, everything around him had become the same as it was a thousand years ago, magnificent The ancient temple and the withered land, the spotless steps and the prosperous city of Delphi in the distance.

"You might as well stop doing this," said Tom, waving his hand, "you see, after the Greeks left, this place has become a beautiful place again."

"Yeah?"

The priestess in a white dress walked down the steps with a staff, and sat next to Tom with her skirt lifted up. Her waist-length hair was spread out on the stone steps, like the intertwined roots of an ancient tree in the forest.

"It's a pity that I can't see it, but I still remember the appearance of the temple before construction started. The forest is dense, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. I think it is no different from what you said after the humans left."

She picked up a grape, carefully peeled off the skin, and threw it into her slightly open mouth. There was no wave on her aging face, and she really looked like a goddess who had received apocalypse.

"I can feel Haierbo's remaining power weakening little by little," Pythia asked softly, looking at Tom's side face, "but why, five hundred years ago, after you looked for me last time, such a The change stops."

"So you still remember," Tom said with a sneer from under his collar, "There's no need to remember so clearly, I remember I was scolding you last time I came here."

"You deserve to scold me as many times as you want, not to mention, from the day our era ends, you are the only visitor left here," Pythia said, staring at Tom's unwavering eyes, " So can you tell me why?"

"Because I'm tired."

Tom replied without hesitation.

"You don't look like a tired person."

"Aha," Tom smiled perfunctorily, "You discovered all of this, I just realized a problem."

"If you completely eliminate him now, who will be the supporting role to complete the adventure that is destined to happen in the future?"

"The future has changed enough. I also hope that Haierbo can also taste the pain of a thousand years of imprisonment. It is best to multiply it by thirteen. Isn't this his favorite number? He looks powerful, but he is stronger than anyone else. Weak, because he has already lost himself," Tom pointed to his chest, "and I already have the confidence to win, just waiting for the moment when he returns to the world, he knows the time of his death better than anyone else, But I have to count the days on my fingers and survive for two thousand years, this feeling, just imagining it, is enough to make me feel comfortable."

Tom said lightly, but the expression of the priestess beside him became serious because of this. She looked at Tom's appearance. In the tenth year after the war, when she heard the news that a black wizard was making trouble in Alexandria, she rushed there. , In the memory of the witnesses, he saw the exact same face as the man beside him. After so many years, he was still full of vigor and energy.

Tom's attire has changed a lot with the times, and every time he is at the forefront of fashion, the only thing that remains unchanged is the soft felt hat on his head that is still as bright as new.

"Your hat..."

"Oh, it's not my hat." Tom took off his hat and held it to his chest. "I went to learn how to sew a hat to fix it. Look, it's exactly the same as before."

"It reminds me of a ship, a ship that keeps replacing parts and eventually becomes completely different from what it was before," Pythia asked softly. "You know it?"

"I know," Tom nodded, "now I finally understand why Gnar set himself such a ridiculous goal."

"Why?"

"Because it's long enough and difficult enough that it can help me pass an unimaginably long time."

Tom changed his posture and lay down on the stone steps. The vines around him swayed and covered the steps before he lay down, padded on the sharp edges and corners, like a deck chair.

"Unlike the same long-lived ghost, I don't have to be restricted to a certain place, not to mention that there is no homeland that is enough to carry my memories, so I have been to many places over the years."

"I have witnessed civilization from ignorance to enlightenment. The different weapons used by European wizards in their isolated history have also been abandoned and replaced with more convenient and easy-to-use wands."

"I saw that the eastern dynasty expanded its territory in successive conquests, and finally formed a great and unified country. I also saw the Great Wall that Gnar mentioned to me, but even if it was connected to A whole article is far less grand and long than what he described to me."

"I saw them take the lead in completing the pioneering work that Europeans have not been able to complete for a hundred years. Everyone speaks the same language and writes the same text. The vision I once boasted to Haierbo has unfolded in the distance."

"I thought that there would be no gaps in people's communication, and his ideal world would be born."

Tom sighed and shook his head, as if what he was talking about was a problem that no wise man who had spent a thousand years could not solve.

"I'm curious, what is his dream?" Pythia asked curiously, "Is the world peaceful?"

"As a prophet, do you also think that world peace is a fantasy? No, but it's not too much," Tom smiled. "He hopes to build a world where wizards and Muggles live in harmony, and everyone can get peace." The support of magic, enjoy the convenience of magic, and take the express train of magic.”

"You have seen so much, but what have you done?"

"I sprinkled the seeds of magic in every corner of the world," said Tom. "The world is so big that most people never leave the city where he was born. They only know by the words of travelers far away. The stories of people in other parts of the world outside my home, but the world is very small, if you have enough time, it is completely enough to travel to every corner of this world, it just so happens that the last thing I lack is time.”

Pythia raised her head, looked at Delphi under her feet, and sighed: "It's really fascinating..."

"I have stayed in every inhabited place for seven years, which is exactly the time it takes for a Hogwarts student to learn magic," Tom said. "Everywhere I go, I will take the lead in finding local wizards who are keen on education. , to help them train the next generation, you may not know that my profession is actually a teacher...although I was left here before I could report."

"They must be very lucky to meet such an excellent teacher as you."

"Really? But their test scores are very poor," Tom shrugged, "but I have taught some useful things, maybe when Haierbo returns in the 20th century, he will be on the spot by the wizards who are eager to fight." He can't find North with the magic that is still developed to a level beyond his imagination."

"But what does that have to do with Nelson's ideal world?"

"After leaving Europe, the first place I arrived was South Africa, where the wizards are very... scary," he thought for a long time before he came up with a slightly more appropriate word, "the Muggles there live like primitive People, the unique natural environment allows them to obtain sufficient food and basic resources without hard work. In some places, they even live a life of hunting with stone tools and drinking blood with their fur, but the wizards there seem to live in another world. After people show their abilities, they will be found by wizards and enter their own paradise, the kingdom of gods on earth. They have a long culture, and everyone is a civilized person not inferior to European wizards. They recite gorgeous rhetoric Epic, tasting delicate delicacies, researching magic to help people enjoy life, aside from some weird customs, in a sense, their civilization is even higher than that of European wizards, only from being Once the "true similar" of wizards is found, they will draw a clear line from their former ethnic groups and disappear from their homeland completely. Wizards and Muggles are completely separated, and even the slavery and oppression we are accustomed to do not exist."

"They're like gods in the sky, they don't care what happens on the ground." Pythia nodded and helped Tom finish the summary, "And then? Did you do anything?"

"I helped them improve part of their magic. Maybe the gift of nature is too generous. They are lazy and don't even bother to use their wands." Tom took out a thick notebook and rummaged through it for the corresponding content. His vague memory gradually It became clear, "I tried to get these wizards who broke away from the Muggle clan to return to their tribe and help their homeland develop. I thought it would plant a fusion seed for them, but when two hundred years Afterwards, the wizards I came into contact with passed away one after another, and when I returned there, I saw them again soon."

"Did they survive two hundred years?"

"No, I saw them in the temple," Tom shook his head, "These people didn't bring any change to their homeland, maybe they tried hard at first, but when time washed away some dust and stayed there Yes, only the statues of them as their own tribal gods are left, I have to say, this is too ironic, they have changed from people in the kingdom of gods to gods in the kingdom of people."

"indeed."

"I went to the East again. The place where I first landed was the nomadic people who were fighting with the southerners."

Tom flicked through the notes, perhaps better called a "diary," but when the diary writer had enough experience, it could also be called a history book.

"I was a bit confused about who the orientals were. I wasn't as interested in history as Gnar was, so I could only guess blindly, but I was really wrong when they were cut in half," Tom said. Recalling, "I'm a shaman on the grassland... or something else? Damn, I write all about wizards here, and I should distinguish it in advance."

Tom turned a few pages back and quickly gave up thinking.

"I haven't given up my old job of teaching and educating people. I have tried other methods, and I am more guiding them to integrate into Muggle society. Fortunately, no matter in the north or south of the East, the relationship between wizards and Muggles is always very close. There was no stupid religion or anything like that, maybe because the Unified Dynasty came very early, and their society was very well established, with clear ranks and functions," Tom lamented, "the magic users and The wizards we know are completely different. I don’t need to point fingers at their magic anymore, because I am not very familiar with it. While improving the spells, I asked the educators of that era to accept students from different races, different regions, and different classes. The dynasty and the surrounding ethnic groups have always had friction, and maybe this will help them ease the friction to a certain extent."

"later……"

This piece of Delphi created based on memories has always maintained its sunny moment. Tom slowly recounted his experiences over the years. Pythia sat beside him and listened quietly. She understood that Tom was no longer As for the confused people who need the guidance of the prophet, it is enough to play the role of the listener.

Tom himself didn't know how long he had been talking, the sun was always hanging high in the sky, and his perception of time was different from ordinary people, so that when he felt parched, during the intermission, he found his legs Already sitting numb.

"Actually, you don't need to bind yourself to fate, your struggle has already ended," he glanced at Pythia, under the sun's rays, the body of the priestess under the translucent gauze skirt was also penetrated by the sun, Like a shadow imprinted in the glass, he rubbed his sore calf and said, "Look, what I should have scolded was done a long time ago."

"It doesn't matter," Pythia's shadow shook his head, "What you see is just the prophecy I left before, I just predicted my meeting with you and gave a relative feedback, to be honest, this time It's a lot easier because I just have to listen and tell you what I'm supposed to tell you."

"You say yes, so be it." Tom shrugged, "I don't care anyway."

"Aren't you curious what I want to tell you?"

"There's nothing to be curious about now."

"Not necessarily." Pythia blinked, "I left some things for you, if you come earlier, you can see them earlier."