My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 Soon the remaining Slytherin students in the restaurant left the long table. They left in groups, expressing their admiration and concern for Tom.

　　 "Don't worry, Professor Slughorn likes Tom the most, and nothing happened, isn't it?" Nelson stood up, put the knife and fork in the small box he brought, and said with relief.

　　 He walked around Avery in front of the door and patted him on the shoulder.

Across the promenade of the restaurant, Nelson took a desperately struggling piece of paper folded into the shape of a cat’s head from his pocket. He caught the piece of paper struggling to escape and walked into an unlocked classroom next to it. , Use your left hand to press the note on the table.

　　 "Quick imprisonment." Nelson took out his wand from the other pocket, and a reddish rope spouted from the tip of the wand, tying the cat's head firmly.

　　 "This knot really has enough connotation," speechlessly stretched out the magic wand again to point to the tied cat's head, "curse it!"

　　 Mao Mao’s head gradually stopped struggling, opened it on its own, and slowly became a piece of paper lying flat on the table. Nelson picked up the piece of paper, and said “become a piece of parchment” in beautiful fonts.

Nelson put the note on the table and raised his wand to observe carefully. This note was just on the dining table and was given to Nal by a Gryffindor student. Before opening the note, he returned it. A little confused, thinking it was a prank by someone in the group of little lions. Seeing the content at this moment, he understood that the special counseling Dumbledore introduced for him was already in place.

Transfiguration is different from other magic spells. Casting different spells will produce specific effects. It does not have a specific spell to cast. Its entire content is just "turn something into something else", according to the difficulty of transformation. There are different requirements for the magic power of the performer. For example, a first-year student can turn a match into a needle after learning, but if you want to turn an adult into an animal, you have to consume extremely powerful magic. But the purpose of practicing Transfiguration is not just to keep deforming things bigger and bigger, and the more you get to the depths of Transforming Magic, you will find that the infinite power of this magic is not only about the size of the deformed object, but also about it. The continuity, its precision, and its special magic...

The main reason for making so many preparations is to illustrate that even though Nelson’s transfiguration performance is outstanding among first-year freshmen, he is only better than his classmates who are still deforming matchsticks. He has not yet completed such advanced transformations. A small piece of paper a few centimeters long turned into a standard-sized piece of parchment—this is obviously not the content of Transfiguration in the first grade.

"Let me see, what should I do with you..." Nelson held up his wand, leaned down and approached the note. The note seemed a little frightened. If it hadn't been eliminated from the curse on its body, it might have rolled itself into one again. The cat slipped away.

Nelson lowered his wand, pointed at the note, thinking about the appearance of a piece of parchment, waved it quickly, a puff of smoke cleared, and there was a small piece of parchment the size of a small piece of paper on the table, and read the words on it. Unclear.

　　 "It's a pity," Nelson muttered and cast a restoration spell, turning the parchment back into a note, and then began to think again.

Soon, he began to imagine a piece of parchment of standard size in his mind. From its upper left corner to its lower right corner, after constructing a complete piece of parchment in his mind, he waved at the paper. Magic Wand—Immediately afterwards, his body was empty and he fell onto a chair.

"There is essentially no difference between turning a strip of paper into parchment and turning a matchstick into a needle. They only change in size, but they are always non-magical and lifeless things." Some sharp male voices came from behind Nelson. Turning around, he saw a short boy with a blue silk lace robe entering this classroom, with a gorgeous badge with the letter P pinned on his chest.

"Senior Flitwick." Nelson recognized him. He was Ravenclaw's prefect, and he was hailed as Ravenclaw's best student, and his skills in spells and defense against the dark arts far surpassed the average Hogg. Woz graduates, even taller than many senior adult wizards, in the duel club of Hogwarts, his well-deserved and unshakable champion. It is said that in the year he enrolled, the Sorting Hat hesitated for several minutes in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor when deciding where to go for the two freshmen, and finally put him in Ravenclaw, and the other It is Minerva McGonagall, now the prefect of Gryffindor.

"Just call me Filius, Nelson." Flitwick walked to Nelson and climbed up a chair with some difficulty-he is only 1.07 meters tall, but even this figure can't hide his talent. It should be said that with such a body that is inherently different from ordinary people, it seems that his magical attainments are commendable.

"When transforming something that is neither a magical creation nor a living body, you only need to think about its size and material. There is no need to think too carefully or consume too much magic." Flitwick pointed and spoke with his magic wand. The table, "because the target of transfiguration is also an ordinary object that exists in nature." With the wave of Flitwick's wand, the table turned into a wooden dove sculpture equivalent to an ordinary dove.

"Magic power is not just an unnecessary force that needs to be controlled." Listening to Flitwick’s words, Nelson stretched out his wand again and pointed at the paper. Flitwick looked at Nelson’s movements and continued to explain, “Many times, as long as you guide Properly and complete the most important work, the magic will help you complete some trivial, unimportant things."

"You have to change a piece of parchment paper, in fact, you only need to think about the material and size of the parchment paper. There is no need to build this paper inch by inch... because it is always just a piece of ordinary parchment... but when it is deformed The object or purpose is magical objects or creatures, or even magical creatures. It takes more effort and effort." He turned around, jumped off the chair, walked to the podium and tapped the head of the dove sculpture with a magic wand. Turned into a real dove, then hovering over Flitwick's head, Nelson also waved his magic wand, and the note slowly stretched and deformed, "So the transfiguration technique is sometimes not as rigorous as other spells."

　　 Flitwick stood proudly under the pigeon. Nelson was about to praise him. The pigeon flew out of the opened classroom door, looking at the timing.

"Oh, the lectern flew away." Flitwick picked up the rope that Nelson had conjured with a binding spell, and threw it onto the stage. "This rope was conjured by you with a spell, so even if it’s just one The rope, I have to spend a lot of effort to deform it. My magic power is already a little insufficient...So at this time, I need to face the trade-offs."

"What is the most important content of the final result of our transfiguration?" Flitwick pointed to the rope with his magic wand, "I want to change a desk now. The most important thing about the desk is its function, so it needs the shape and size of the table. , And sturdiness..." A lecture table gradually formed on the podium, no different from the one that just flew away.

"Look, this desk is the same to use. But," he opened the desk drawer, fumbled for a while, and pinched out a thread, "but in order to save magic, it is essentially a rope. ."

　　 "Thank you, Filius." Nelson picked up the deformed parchment on the table and thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome." Flitwick nodded at the parchment in Nelson's hand. "I'm not very good at Transfiguration, but I can see that you are very talented in this area. Even if someone explains, this is my first time. It’s already in the second grade to complete this transformation." Flitwick walked to the door and looked at Nelson with satisfaction, who seemed to have experienced the initiation of Daigou, and spread his hands at him with some shame, "I watched it in Professor Sykes’ office. When it comes to your homework, I think you should come to Ravenclaw, don’t you? If you have any insights or confusion on spells, you can come to discuss with me at any time. You can also join the dueling club in the school when you reach the second grade. ."

"I'm going to find the lecture table, I hope it won't fly too far, otherwise it will wait until Monday..." Flitwick stood at the door, took a step back, looked up at the door number of the classroom, and said briskly, "Fortunately, I don't have arithmetic divination. See you later, Nelson!"

　　 After that, he left the classroom and jumped away without looking back.

　　 "See you later, Senior Felius." Nelson clutched the parchment, UU reading www. uukanshu.com stood in the corridor and waved at Flitwick, his bounce back even more excited.

　　...

Coming to the Black Lake, Nelson saw a tabby cat with a similar eye pattern squatting on a smooth tree stump more than one meter high. Next to the stump was a flying broom, a group of cats of different breeds. Squatting under a tree stump like a meeting, Nelson noticed that the insignificant Ying short with a question mark on his face was lying under the stump, jumping up to the top of the stake, and sliding down. He used Looking at it with a foolish look, the tabby cat on the top of the stump's eyes and movements were unusually spiritual, and he looked at the question mark with the same look as Nelson.

　　 "Nelson Williams: At ten o'clock in the morning, I am waiting for you at the tree stump by the black lake. —Minerva McGonagall"

　　 Nelson took out the parchment and confirmed the contents.

"Hello, senior sister," Nelson walked to the stump and greeted the tabby cats. Feeling his footsteps, the cats gathered under the stump avoided one after another. Only the question mark stared dissatisfiedly because the game was interrupted. He glanced.

　　 The tabby cat noticed Nelson early, and jumped high from the stump at the moment he spoke. As the air and sunlight twisted slightly, a girl in a robe slid to the ground next to Nelson.

　　 Nelson looked at the girl, and she was also watching Nelson. She stood still on the ground, nodding slightly. Although Minerva McGonagall is petite, she has her head high, looking straight at Nelson. The school uniform robe looks very crisp when she is over her body. There is no extra decoration on the robe, only a strip of worn-out silver on the neck. The cross necklace, she has a soft, long golden hair that is scattered behind her back. The long hair is rippling slightly in the lake breeze, like ripples on the water of a black lake.

　　 "Hello, Nelson. Very good, you are not late."