My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You know what? Nelson should still be alive."

Pythia stared at Tom's side face with a smile, as if waiting for his ecstatic state of affairs, if she was really, as she said, the phantom waiting for Tom when she was dying, then when she made this prophecy Time, must be more joyful than imagined Tom.

"Does this still need you to say?"

Tom glanced at her calmly, raised his head, and opened his collar, letting the sunlight that had solidified on the golden dome of the Delphi Temple a thousand years ago shine on his face, "I never thought he was dead."

"You don't look too surprised."

Pythia raised her eyebrows, seeming a little surprised by Tom's reaction.

"A person like him, if he really died, he would not be so careless and why. His death should be gorgeous, vigorous, far-reaching, and great," said Tom under his calm black eyes. Ripples from the Black Lake next to Hogwarts Castle, "I remember you said you couldn't see through his fate? Why? Your divination has evolved again?"

"Of course, this is not a prophecy, this is my discovery, my message."

Pythia squinted her eyes, searching through the yellowed memories for those moments that once surprised her.

"During the period after you left, I often went deep into the Misty Illusion through the loophole under the temple. The final battle between Nelson and Haierbo caused unimaginable damage to the Misty Illusion. It is really hard to imagine. Have you ever been in an illusion?"

"I don't, even I, don't have the ability to step in there. It seems that it is only open to those who are recognized by it."

"Is that really the case?" Pythia stared at Tom's side face, trying to find waves on the straight lines, "You should know that if he still exists, he must be somewhere in the Misty Illusion, and he shouldn't be It can be found in such an aimless journey as you."

"..."

"Isn't it? Riddle."

"Say what you have to say."

"Well," Pythia continued, looking away, "as we all know, myths all over the world describe the place people go to after their life is over. Some tribes call it the underworld, and some people call it hell. , Some people built the underworld based on their own country, and believers in some religions call it the other side. They all represent people's yearning for the afterlife, so as to cover up the fear of death, but for wizards who really For those who can confirm its existence, it is called the Misty Vision."

"It's well known, indeed." Tom sneered, and it was almost nonsense.

"Don't worry, Riddle." Pythia smiled, "Don't worry."

"Do you think there's anything else to worry me about right now?"

"I think so," Tom didn't see Pythia's expression, but thinking about it, it shouldn't be very polite, she turned her face away from Tom, and continued, "almost everyone has heard The legend of the world, likewise, is closely related to it, and another legend born of it is also worth exploring."

Tom became a little interested and listened quietly to what she had to say.

"The black-and-white judgment is a topic that people of every nation cannot avoid when talking about the world after death. Hades, the king of the underworld, and his queen Persephone are in charge of the kingdom of death. Hermes The dead souls brought here will be tested and cross the River Styx. According to their good deeds or evil results in life, it will be decided whether they will be punished to pay for their sins or enjoy themselves in Paradise after death. There are different descriptions in the East and the West. Mythology is more intuitive, Anubis, the god of death, will put the heart of the deceased on the balance, and measure the weight with the ostrich feather representing the god of truth, so as to judge whether the deceased is qualified to go to the afterlife."

"You know quite a lot."

"I'm not very closed, Riddle, these bizarre fairy tales just reveal to us the original appearance of the twilight illusion - black and white, but compared to the simple value judgment of good and evil, I prefer to call it Reason and instinct, or order and chaos."

Pythia took a deep breath and said: "After Nelson helped me find myself, I remembered the thirteen-year period of reshaping myself in the illusion under the magic of Haierbo, and countless dead Passing by me, going to the next stop, some of them are noble people who have achieved great things, some are despicable people who are heroes, but more of them are all living beings. We can’t describe them as evil or true, but They have gone through the same process as others who have passed by—leaving their past in the illusion, the order side is dispelled into white mist, and the desire driven by instinct sinks, disappearing as a black shadow The bottom of the twilight illusion."

"I don't know who established this order, maybe it is simply a collection of people's imaginations, but in short, for a long period of time, anyone who dies will gain equality in the illusion, Wash the lead, black into black, white into white, naked they will go to the next stop that even I don't know the end, but Riddle, as the person closest to the final battle, you should know what happened at that time what."

"Of course I know."

Tom said without hesitation that this memory has been played countless times in front of his eyes in his long life. He wanted to find the loophole that could help Nelson break the situation, but the bullet was buried in the old site of Alexandria and hidden in Egypt. Unshi's time-turner was still lying there—Helbo's final counterattack was flawless, and as time passed, Tom's hope of returning to that moment with the help of the time-turner became increasingly slim.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his joints made a crackling sound.

"Using the power of the ritual, Haierbo summoned the Misty Illusion to the present world, overlapping with our world, in order to assimilate the world and fight back against Gnar. He gathered the black in the Misty Illusion to himself, but he couldn't shake it. Gnar with the other half of power, when he realized that the general situation was over, in order to prevent Gnar from continuing to deal with him after going back two thousand years, he simply forcibly transferred the half of the black he had mastered to Gnar, so that he could not take half of the black The power of the Mirage leaves with the Time-Turner."

"Your summary is very good, Riddle, may I ask, in the world two thousand years later... what will the Misty Illusion look like?"

"White, a piece of white, only white." Tom recalled, "The souls of the dead will be stripped of all their memories of life when they pass there, lose their color, and enter the gate of death."

"The gate? The gate of death?" Pythia raised his eyebrows. "Are you referring to a metaphor or a real gate?"

"A gate, of course, an arch built of black square stone pillars, with a transparent, ghostly curtain hanging over the door, and behind it is the world after death."

"Interesting...but plausible."

"What do you want to express? Pythia."

"Sure enough, during the month when Nelson first came to Delphi, he had been trying to communicate with the illusion. At that time, I felt strange. If he really had this ability, why did he suddenly become so jerky? Now I understand Already, in your era, the Misty Illusion Realm has changed drastically compared to my time, only white is left, isn’t it?”

"Didn't I say that? Yes, only white remains."

"Andros analyzed the horcrux magic created by Hai Erbo. When there is a horcrux, the main piece of soul that is his self is almost immortal, unless his horcrux is found and destroyed, but he and Nelson Similarly, they disappeared after that war," Pythia said with a frown, "Nelson also disappeared, so I have reason to believe that they should continue their war somewhere unknown."

"Is this your analysis?" Tom frowned. "This is why you think Gnar is still alive? What's the difference between this and groundless speculation?"

"Of course more than that, I was interrupted just now, I almost forgot what I was going to say," Pythia shook his head with a smile, "After the war, I have been trying to find a way to enter through the crack at the foot of the Delphi Temple. Misty illusion, explore what is happening inside."

She pressed her fingers on her temples, pulled forward slowly, and the silvery steam was pulled out from her forehead, condensing in front of Tom, depicting the appearance of the blurred vision she saw last.

"In my memory, black is the base of the illusion, while white is the clouds and mist that hover in the air. When the black is removed, it will become a castle in the air without a foundation. This is exactly the case in the illusion, such as The ruins brought about by any war will be tragic," Pythia said slowly, "The souls of the dead were lost during the period, and they were crowded at the last step, unable to move forward."

"This reminds me of something..."

Pointing to the picture condensed from Pythia's memory, Tom said softly, "The foundation, the foundation of the building."

"That's right, the temple looked exactly like it when it was built. When I entered the illusion, the huge attraction almost tore me apart," Pythia said, "The undead in the past would abandon the past on their own during the journey, But the changed blurry illusion is forcibly depriving every life of its past memories. The only feeling I feel from the restless lost fog is hunger and thirst. They will stretch out the pale hands and teeth reproduced from those past memories. , eat up the peeling colors of the undead, and then produce a new lost fog. This is like the self-healing instinct of the damaged illusion, and it is also like an architect who is racing against time to find building materials and repair a building that is about to collapse. building."

"You mean, this architect is Gnar!"

Finally, the expression of Pythia's anticipation from the beginning to the present appeared on Tom's face. He straightened up suddenly, rolled over to Pythia's face, and pressed her shoulders, but as Pythia said, she was just a phantom , so Tom's hand touched only the cold stone steps.

"I'm not sure," Pythia looked at Tom's hand penetrating his body, shook his head, and said, "but obviously, when I entered the illusion, the fog of confusion was reshaping the missing foundations, and they were no longer the same as before. You can also feel the temperature of past memories, but it becomes dense and compact, as solid and cold as stone. I think that after Hai Erbo gave Nelson the power he stole from the illusion, Nelson had to bear this power duty, who is both a man from death and death itself in the present moment."

The ripples in Tom's eyes became more turbulent, like ocean waves. Although Pythia kept emphasizing that these were just his own feelings and guesses, this was enough to cheer him up. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Pythia Then he said:

"You just mentioned a gate of death. I think this can completely confirm my guess. Why is there a gate in the land of the dead? Who built this gate? Why haven't I seen it? It always Doesn't it just appear out of thin air, and one day, Death realizes it needs a symbolic pronoun and becomes a door? Does that make sense, Riddle?"

"Unreasonable, simply too unreasonable!"

Tom's tone changed from calm to passionate, and the indifference brought to him by the millennium years disappeared at this moment.

"That's right," Pythia nodded vigorously, "The second thing I want to say is related to Nelson's ideals."

"Huh? Why did you say this suddenly?"

"After the war, most of the wizards returned to their former lives, and Andros and some people who recognized Nelson got together and re-established a wizard's association on Sicily, which was cleaned up. They gave It was called 'Hermes of the Triple Great', and until the last time I heard from the outside world, they were still digesting what Nelson left behind and making new discoveries."

"I know that school, was it originally founded by Andros?"

"They don't have too many constraints, and one of the most important topics is to study the origin of magic," Pythia said, "They researched that in ancient times, magic power seemed to be a common thing, because it came from the heart. Desire, in an era without order and restraint, it is very easy for desire to flourish. This seems to have a lot to do with the changes in the Misty Illusion. According to their theory, the Misty Illusion should have black as the main tone in ancient times. The establishment of order has become a situation where black and white are evenly divided. If the illusion of your era is completely white, then wizards should be very rare, and it will not be like now, where there are always a few people in a city-state."

Tom narrowed his eyes, savoring Pythia's words.

"I know what you're thinking, but they're against each other," Pythia looked into Tom's eyes and nodded, "If his guess is true and black expands, then order will be lost and our society will be nothing Under the shroud of order, the existence of magic will become more and more rare, but neither of them can completely disappear, so the differences and contradictions between the existence of magic will always exist, I just want to provide you with an idea .”

Tom opened his eyes wide, Pythia's figure faded even more, and this memory seemed to be about to fade away.

"I brought the last thing," her voice also became broken, and the sun of ancient Greece and the sun of the millennium later played over Tom's head, "we haven't forgotten him...really, we found him All the creations left behind have left their own magic power in their own ways, and their lives are frozen in the picture that Nelson left me..."

"I know, you won't forget him."

"We have not forgotten him, our time will not forget him..."

There were repetitions and pauses in Pythia's voice. The magic of her staying here waiting for Tom's visit finally dissipated completely. Under the sun, the forest around the ruins of the Delphi Temple came with the sound of graceful dancing steps.

Among the toppled stone pillars, a set of little wizard's favorite chocolate frog pictures refracted the sunlight, so that Tom couldn't keep his eyes open.

"You have helped our time, and we want to help your time..."