Chapter 347: End of Another Year

After all, Nelson and Tom did not say goodbye to Ludwig and Margaret. Although they have experienced some interesting stories together this semester, some people will only be passers-by in their lives. It is better to leave the suspense for the next time possible encounter.

If only most people who passed each other could meet again.

As the students affected by the silence recovered, the doctors of St. Mungo's also evacuated one after another. They kept silent about the face under Miss Joy's mask. Although Miss Joy didn't send them off, when everyone left They all went to her office, and Nelson was not too curious about the story of the hideous scar on Miss Joy's face. Everyone has an unbearable past, especially the one who chose to leave the scar on his face on the lady.

Time passed quickly, as if everyone was lying in the corridor of the school hospital with their front feet, and their back feet had to sit in the examination room of the history of magic. Most people didn't know how trolls were driven out of towns where humans lived Who is the wizard's helper of the rebellion is the answer to the question.

Of course, these people did not include Nelson. He finished answering the History of Magic exam paper early, packed up his paper and pen, and left the exam room five minutes early under the direction of Professor Binns.

But almost everyone who submits the papers early will face the same problem-what else can they do outside?

The corridors of the castle were empty, and everyone sitting in their seats was scribbling, hoping to write something in the last five minutes.

The subject of history may not be the most interesting subject, but the test paper of the history test is definitely the most interesting test paper. You can see that people use their wild imagination to fill in all kinds of bizarre stories in the past time, when they are limited by their vision When the modern people meet the ancient people limited by history, the fabricated stories are often absurd in their rationality, just like reading a comic novel about a knight charging towards a windmill.

And this creative enterprise often happens in those last five minutes.

Nelson didn't recall the exam questions like most people who study hard. His mind was completely filled with the conversation with Tom after returning from the Ministry of Magic-when did Tom realize his worries? Was it from the time when the Ministry of Magic joke was included in the Prophecy Ball, or was it a long time ago, when the two sat on the roof of the Westside Orphanage and basked in the sun on a smoggy day?

Nelson shook his head and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" An old and misty voice suddenly sounded beside him, Nelson was startled and turned his head.

"Professor Binns?" He squinted his eyes, and Professor Binns actually passed through the wall.

"It's very convenient." Professor Binns said calmly, "Why are you sighing? Didn't you perform well? I believe that even if you only show half of your level, you will get higher grades than everyone else."

"No, Professor." Nelson shook his head. "I was thinking about other things."

"It's really strange, Nelson. I've been in Hogwarts for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I've seen a student who doesn't sigh for the exam after the exam." Professor Binns patted Nelson's shoulder, and the cold touch gave him Nelson had a feeling of ice cold butter beer, but it made him wake up all of a sudden. Professor Binns continued, "I think you have been a little absent-minded recently, especially after the Triwizard Tournament. As someone who has experienced it, I have I want to tell you a piece of advice."

"You say."

"Never trust the words of those who have experienced it too much." Professor Binns made a rare playfulness, which made Nelson a little speechless. Seeing the expectant expression on Nelson's face, he said with satisfaction, "People still have to live in the present. , it's tiring to think too much, Nelson, and you see, even I, a rotten ghost, understand this better than you do."

"Thank you, Professor."

Professor Binns' consolation didn't help much, but it made Nelson feel a lot easier. For so many years, he has been struggling to tell Tom the story he knew, but practice always tells others the truth of victory. If someone jumped out at this time and said nonsense like Voldemort, Nelson might be the one who didn't believe it the least.

"Jingle Bell--"

The bell rang for the end of the exam, but Professor Binns didn't move. He leaned against the wall, relatively silent with Nelson.

"Professor, the exam is over, don't you collect the paper?"

"Let them make up a little more." Professor Binns shook his head and said considerately, "Look at their poor little heads and they can't remember anything, you know? At the end of the semester, the teacher is actually no more relaxed than the students , when we go through each paper, we do everything we can to make up points for the students, you know? When I corrected a paper in your class last year, someone said that the batter position in Quidditch was invented by trolls of."

"Have you given any points?"

"Partially, because trolls like to hit ball-shaped things with sticks too, I mean wizard's heads."

"Hahaha, to tell you the truth, professor, I'm not as good as a troll in playing basketball."

"When I was alive, I was a good player at the game."

"But Professor, Quidditch was invented in the eleventh century."

"Ah? Really?" Professor Binns shook his transparent head, "Your history of magic is really solid."

"You teach well." Nelson said with a smile.

"Okay, it looks like you're getting better," Professor Binns nodded and said, "Then it's time to talk about something serious."

"What's the matter? Professor?" Nelson's expression became serious in an instant. The serious matter related to Professor Binns can only be the despicable Hai Erbo. "Is there something wrong with Hai Erbo?"

"I heard from Albus that you finished him?" asked Professor Binns. "Pushed him in that door?"

"Have you seen that door?"

"I am a ghost, kid, a ghost that has lived for a long time. I have heard many legends," Professor Binns nodded, "It seems that you have indeed done something that countless people cannot do. You chose to become a ghost at the beginning. At the time, I even made a plan for a protracted war—to lead the people after the disaster to find Haierbo’s horcrux piece by piece, and finally defeat him. It stands to reason that people who own horcruxes will be resisted by death, But you forced him into death, and there was a strange phenomenon, a wizard with a split soul died, but his Horcrux was still there."

"What happened?"

"The dementors are becoming more and more active, and their actions are much richer than they were a hundred years ago, this is what Albus told me yesterday," Professor Binns said seriously, "Some... ...Well, how should I put it? It belongs to the restlessness of magic, and these magic powers are all similar, there are twelve places in total!"

"Hailbo has so many Horcruxes?!" Nelson was a little shocked, and couldn't help but raise his voice.

"There should be thirteen, but don't worry, child, the most difficult enemy has been solved by you, you can't always think that everyone in the world is stupid except you," Professor Binns patted Nelson on the shoulder and said, "Believe me, there will always be excellent wizards to solve those problems, except for some special..."

"special?"

"Yes, it seems that he has hidden two Horcruxes in the Misty Realm, and even opened a gap in the Muggle settlement. I think there is no one in the world who is more familiar with it than you," Professor Binns said, "Sorry , boy, you took the biggest risk all by yourself, but you still have to do the finishing touches of the trash, sorry."

"Professor, I have sworn an oath to the Order of the Garter, and I am also a clean person." Nelson blinked, "Besides, Hai Erbo hates me to the bone, I should seize the opportunity to let this evil guy bid farewell. "

"Don't worry, he has indeed bid farewell. This time, you can inspect his prey as a winner!" Professor Binns said with a smile.

"That's right." Unlike the fear and powerlessness of facing unknown powerful enemies and desperate situations before, Hai Erbo's fragmented remnant soul was nothing more than a stake for his advanced magic to Nelson. fill up.

"May my late friends bless you, child." Professor Binns blinked. "Let me thank you for them, too."

"Small."

"After the exam, I will send someone to send you the address."

It seems that this is not a very important matter.

Nelson looked at the position of Professor Binns, he was gone, leaving only a fluttering sentence "Ten minutes, I am somewhat looking forward to what interesting history these little guys will create, I hope they will stop using strange things for Quidditch Qi created a legend."

Through the wall, Nelson could hear the final struggle of the students in the classroom behind him, and another magnificent unofficial history was about to unfold on the test paper.

Nelson looked towards the door of the classroom. He didn't expect Alphard to be the first one to come out. His face was full of depression and pain. He would be like this every time he finished the exam. When he saw Nelson, Alphard's eyes lit up immediately. Move closer here.

"How did you do in the morning?" Alphard asked impatiently.

"How did you do on the exam? History of Magic?" Nelson teased, "You care about the exam, Alphard, I thought you were aiming to be dismissed by the school."

"How could it be! I have always set my goal of being a good student. You see, how well I did in the last month, and I even added points to the college." Alphard quibbled loudly, "And it's afternoon now, I'm talking about divination lessons."

"Thank you, Alphard, I hope you can still perform like this next semester," Tom walked from behind him, patted Alphard on the shoulder, and said, "You know, the subject of divination, even if you It’s true that you don’t know anything, and you can also fool yourself by pretending to have telepathy, Mrs. Clemens won’t care about such things.”

"So what did you get?" Nelson looked at Alphard and asked curiously.

"Me?" Alphard scratched his head, "I think my answer should please her, after all, no one can refuse a new dress from her husband."

"You predicted that her husband would give her a new dress?" Nelson had a weird expression on his face.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Damn, I miscalculated, don't skirts be popular in their generation?"

"Oh..." Tom shook his head at Alphard in a long voice, "I don't know if it's popular or not, but I know Mrs. Clemens doesn't have a husband."

"..."

"If she finds true love before scoring and receives a new dress..."

"Don't worry, Tom," Nelson dragged Tom away, leaving Alphard standing there alone, feeling sad, "Mrs. Clemens is always scoring on the spot, think about it, it's going to be a holiday soon, at least Alphard doesn't have to Received a roaring letter from Mr. Black."

"He'll yell at me to my face..." Alphard murmured with a sad face, "I hope Godric Gryffindor will be the initiator of the goblin rebellion."

Hearing this sentence, the ghost professor who had just floated out of the classroom almost fell to the ground. Nelson clearly saw his face change from transparent to cloudy, and seemed to be thinking about how to give points at full capacity.

Nelson quickened his pace, and Tom disappeared down the corridor.

"What's the matter? Are you nervous about the final Potions exam? I remember you can get full marks in a class right away?"

"No, Tom, what are your plans for this holiday?"

"What arrangements can I have?" Tom shrugged. "Aren't we all the same? I will go wherever you go. It seems that you suddenly have some arrangements?"

"Yes." Nelson nodded, "We can harvest Haierbo's remnant soul now."

"Isn't he dead yet? Is this a qualified Dark Lord? It's really disgusting," Tom frowned. In addition to "disgusting", his recent catchphrase added "qualified Dark Lord", " Why is he as lingering as Christian's own father?"

"No, he's dead," Nelson said, taking out a dark but crystal-like eyeball-like stone from his pocket, "it's just his remaining Horcruxes, and when he died, those magic powers became restless, you see, Tom, this is the material I was looking for for Professor Slughorn's gift, but it seems to have deteriorated, and it doesn't look like a soul... I think, if I must find the soul of an evil wizard, Haierbo's Horcrux may be It is the most perfect, not to mention those fragments must be very weak."

"Those? How much?"

"two."

"I thought there were more than a hundred... I hope it's not too far away." Tom thought for a moment, and licked his lips. "I hope his lingering shadow can have the same ability as himself, I really want to have a relationship with that." As an opponent of fame, I have never had a chance—although he is a bit weaker, I hope he can please me."

"I'm looking forward to it, Tom."

"What time do we take the train?"

Judging by Tom's appearance, it seems that he is ready to pack up and salute and set off.

"There's an exam tomorrow!"

"It doesn't matter, if I don't take the Potions exam, I can still take the second place in the whole year."

"Why don't you take the first place?" Nelson asked. "No, I don't know where it is yet. Professor Binns should let us go after the exam."

"It doesn't look like an imminent crisis, it's a bit boring," Tom shrugged, "You can get full marks in that subject without the exam, of course I'm second, huh? Isn't that Professor Slughorn? Good afternoon, Professor!"

He waved to Professor Slughorn, who had just come out of McGonagall's office.

"Oh, my favorite children," Professor Slughorn greeted with a smile, "Happy holidays."

"Happy to you too," Nelson bowed slightly, "Professor, I—"

"Okay, needless to say, I know."