My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 195 Helpless Professor Walrus

"Blake! Why are you..." Slughorn lowered his head, grabbed Alphard's neckline, and almost pressed his forehead against Alphard's trembling forehead. The student who was worried, saw the dense crowd behind him, and asked in a daze, "Wait... what are you doing?"

"Duel Club, Professor." Nelson standing behind the door said abruptly and explained, "The spell I practiced today is the Iron Armor Curse."

"Oh...Duel Club? Williams, are you there?" Professor Slughorn suddenly realized that facing so many students, he should pay attention to some image, so he tapped his shoulder with his wand, marking The pajamas with the honey pot and the brown bear turned into a robe with a whoosh. He turned his head and said, "I'll come back to you later. Now, Blake, tell me, what the hell are you doing?"

"Professor," Tom pushed through the crowd, facing the angry Professor Slughorn, bowed his head, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I brought the students together, and they just practiced the simple Iron Armor Charm , These movements were done by me."

Nelson was about to say something, but saw Tom winking at him frantically, he closed his mouth and listened in silence.

"Tom?" Professor Slughorn let go of Alphard's hand, and tightened his clothes. Not only did he feel the summer night breeze was a bit chilly, but he also felt a bit of a toothache, sucking his teeth Asked, "What are you doing? You are traveling at night again, what are you doing?"

"I think that although we have learned enough theoretical knowledge in the classroom, there are very few opportunities to practice, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think that in this situation, we students should master some methods of protecting ourselves. Tom explained, "So I gathered some classmates and found such a student activity room that has not been used for a long time, and practiced here."

"Practice... the Iron Armor Curse?"

Professor Slughorn shook his still unconscious head. Tonight, he drank a glass of mead after washing as usual, and got into the warm bed comfortably. Awakened by the violent vibration, at first he thought he had drunk too much, but the ornaments that fell from the table and the alarms from the professors told him that the previous tremor was not a hallucination.

He stared suspiciously at the messy ground behind Tom, which looked like it had just been ravaged by a fire dragon. He looked into Tom's eyes and asked, "Is this the Iron Armor Curse you practiced? If so , I think your confinement may last until graduation."

"Sorry, Professor, I just—"

"Professor, it's us." A pale Slytherin struggled to push through the crowd, interrupting Tom's words, and under the surprised eyes of both Tom and Slughorn, he said out of breath, "We wanted a chance to practice, a chance to duel, so we asked Riddle to help us."

"Really?" asked Professor Slughorn. "Why didn't you ask the teacher? Why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

"Professor..." The young man who was the first to stand up to excuse Tom hesitated and couldn't speak.

"Okay, Avery, I know what kind of virtue you are." Slughorn looked him up and down, and snorted coldly, "Even if I give you a hammer to destroy the floor, you may not be able to do it." clear."

"You, come out," Professor Slughorn looked around the crowd, saw Moody standing aside, he stretched out his hand, pointed at Moody, picked his fingers, and said, "I remember you are Greg Alastor Moody of Ryffindor? Tell me the truth about what happened here before."

"professor……"

"Let me tell you first, it's just a trivial matter that you violated the school rules at night, you know? The Hogwarts castle just tilted a few degrees in the direction of the Slytherin tower, and the movement you made may cause the main building to be overhauled." Professor Slaghorn said softly, "Don't be afraid, speak out..."

With Moody's round face, the students around him dare not show their air. They have done such a group night outing before, but that time Tom took all the responsibility alone, let alone being arrested like today This is the first time that if Moody tells the truth, then Tom and Nelson will face great punishment-Nelson may not be familiar with them, but Tom is the one who really helped them.

"Professor, we asked Riddle to provide us with a chance to fight an actual duel," Moody swallowed, raised his head, even though he felt that Professor Slughorn might have guessed the truth, he still said stubbornly, " Riddle really helped me a lot, I couldn't even put the Iron Armor Curse well..."

"Alright, alright..."

Professor Slughorn waved his hand and didn't want to listen anymore. He had indeed guessed the truth of the matter. As a serious and responsible teacher, he knew every student's learning progress like the back of his hand.

Looking at the almost plowed ground in the center of the activity room, he clearly knew that there were only two people present who could reach this level of magic. Coupled with the nature of their "Duel Club", the answer was already on paper ——For some reason, two young wizards with extraordinary talents, it may be vanity, it may be showing off skills, or it may be real fire. In short, they cast some or even some powerful spells to destroy The facilities in the activity room even damaged the foundations of Hogwarts that were in disrepair.

But when he failed to hear the answer he wanted, the anger of being awakened from the bed slowly subsided, and the professor felt a little relieved.

"We asked Riddle to give us this opportunity." The older Jeffrey stood up, followed by students from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, but More from Slytherin.

"Professor, it's our business."

"Riddle was really just here to help us."

"We really appreciate him for giving us this opportunity!"

"..."

"So the floor is caused by the poor construction quality of the student activity room, which caused the Iron Armor Curse you practiced to rebound?" Professor Slughorn pressed his hands down. After the students quieted down, he couldn't laugh or cry. asked, "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

The students around did not speak, but nodded vigorously in unison.

"But your night tour has violated the school regulations. I think you should go to your respective dean to receive your punishment after dawn tomorrow. I will explain the situation to them. You are expected to receive two to three class hours of confinement or Labor." He cleared his throat, gave Tom a glare, and went on, "As for Tom, I think your confinement will be extended for another year, and this 'Duel Club' of yours—"

Looking at those eyes eager to become stronger, Professor Slughorn's heart softened. He changed the topic and said, "From now on, it can only be done during the day. In order not to affect your studies, you'd better move it to the weekend...don't do it again." I caught you going out at night, Tom! I don't want you to have to go back to school regularly for detention after graduation."

"Thank you, Professor." Tom looked up and smirked at Professor Slughorn.

Slughorn was also infected by his smile, and he laughed cheerfully, but he soon realized that his expression was inappropriate, so he straightened his face, pointed at the students around him and said:
"Okay, I'll talk to the teachers tomorrow to see if I can strengthen or build a venue that can withstand... dueling drills for you."

Professor Slughorn waved his hands helplessly, and the expression on his face softened a little. He looked at the students who were full of fear on their faces and stuck their necks looking at him, he was annoyed and funny, no matter what they said Whether Tom's defense is sincere, whether it is out of gratitude or being coerced by greater public opinion, he is also gratified that the students in his college can be so united-not to mention that there are many students from other colleges here. Is it the scene that every teacher most wants to see?
"Okay, okay, boys," the professor clapped his hands and said loudly, "Since I'm here, and you have this appeal, I can't just sit idly by, no teacher will refuse a student's desire to become better. "

The students looked at him, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

"Show me your Iron Armor Curse, and let me see what I can teach you." After that, he stepped forward, put his hand on Tom's shoulder, and whispered, "Tom, you You're really bold, aren't you afraid of teaching something wrong?"

"Professor, I trust them, and I trust myself."

"Good boy," Professor Slughorn widened his eyes, grabbed Tom by the shoulders, and pushed him into the crowd, "Go, go and stay with your friends."

Then, he held up his magic wand, and the floor of the activity room returned to its original state in a burst of tremors, and the extra wall lamps made the room brighter. He walked to the place in the center that originally belonged to the high platform, and said loudly, "Let The teacher is here to tell you what the Iron Armor Curse is, and I will also teach you a few very good self-defense spells, come and take a closer look."

The crowd looked at Tom, as if asking for his opinion, he nodded, and students from all schools rushed towards Professor Slughorn.

The only people who noticed this scene were Nelson leaning against the wall at the door, Professor Slughorn in the distance, and Moody in the crowd. The friends Tom had cultivated since the first grade had gradually formed a group of stars and moons. hot situation.

Nelson raised his eyebrows and whistled. These young wizards may not have a strong person, but who knows what they will look like in the future?

"I apologize for my previous gaffe," Jeffrey walked around Moody, walked towards the field marked by Professor Slughorn, bumped him heavily with the shoulder as he passed, and said in a bad tone, " Moody, I admit that you are a real Gryffindor, you can come to me next time in duel."

"Really...thank you." Moody replied mechanically after a moment of fear, "I will."

Jeffrey didn't respond to him. He had already run to the center of the activity room to watch the professor's teaching.

……

Professor Slughorn dared to say that it was definitely the third happiest evening in his many years of practice, except for the students' group night outing, which was a bit of a sight.

But if the time is moved to the time when the sun has not yet set, it will be a perfect day. In this small student activity room, he once again regained the joy of learning a new magic spell when he was a student , the pride of getting a job as a Hogwarts teacher after graduation, and the satisfaction of finally becoming the head of Slytherin after many years of work.

He demonstrated those spells that had not been used for more than ten years over and over again, correcting the mistakes of the students around him over and over again, and he had an extremely useful assistant at his hand——Tom's learning progress was far beyond that of Mr. According to Professor Laghorn's expectations, Tom can skillfully help him demonstrate all the situations he wants to show to the students, all the situations that may occur when wizards face the enemy, and those defensive techniques that senior students and even graduates cannot master And the jinx seemed so handy in Tom's hands.

With such an excellent assistant, Professor Slughorn even felt that the silly looks of the students who used to look so stupid have become naive now.

"Tom, I think you can consider becoming a teacher after graduation." After demonstrating the impediment spell to a Ravenclaw girl, he looked at Tom who carefully dismantled the spell-casting movements and spells, and casually suggested, " I think you are a good fit to be an educator."

"Thank you, teacher—"

"No, no," Mr. Slughorn vetoed his last sentence, shook his head, and said, "Your future should not be confined to a small school. Hogwarts should be proud of you, not Become the chains that bind you, and you have a broader future."

"Actually," Tom explained the obstacle spell to the girl, turned his head, and said seriously, "Professor, becoming a teacher at my alma mater has always been my goal. I want to be like you, teaching and educating people. It's a great job."

"Really?" Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows and laughed cheerfully. His anger completely disappeared, "Tom, but I can't exempt you from confinement."

"I can't wait to learn more from you," Tom complimented, "Professor, your teaching is much more efficient than our students' follow-through."

"Horace, are you here?" The activity room door was slammed open again, and it had suffered as much damage as the ground today.

But the voice of the second uninvited guest was a bit thin, and her appearance didn't make even one of the students around in the center of the activity room turn their heads.

"Good evening, Professor Sykes."

The visitor turned his head sideways, tucked the shattered hair from his sideburns behind his ears, and stared at Nelson, who was leaning against the wall behind the door, in the shadows.

"Williams? Why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)