My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The next morning, Nelson stopped Dumbledore at the door of the dining room, and he took an envelope from his arms.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is the letter you gave me during your vacation."

"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Dumbledore took the envelope, tucked it into the sleeve of his wizard robe, and started to walk to the restaurant.

"Professor Dumbledore—" Nelson hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore stopped and looked down at Nelson.

"There is actually nothing in this envelope of yours, right?"

"Haha." Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder, but did not answer directly, "Let's go, be careful not to miss the delicious food."

He took a step ahead and walked towards the dining room. Nelson also went in quickly, sat down with Tom, and began to enjoy his own breakfast.

"Gnar, our first class today is the dean's class. After class, I organize a new Slytherin party. Do you want to come?" Tom poked a grain from Nelson's plate with a fork. small tomatoes.

"No, I'm going to go to the library after class." Nelson shook his head and refused. He maintained good study habits and knew that books are the ladder of human progress.

"Well," said Tom dryly, "what!"

A large gray owl suddenly dropped a package into his arms.

"A Theory of Magic out of stock for the holidays."

"Why did you throw it at me!" Tom looked at the crushed tomato in his hand and threw it on the plate in front of him, preparing to put another one on Nelson's plate.

"I kept both of our names, maybe because your alphabet is higher?" Nelson saw an owl hovering above his head, he reached out to fish for it, and a newspaper fell into his hand, "You can put The old book from the holidays is lost."

"No, it—"

"It's the Daily Prophet. Let me see. Dumbledore has been awarded again. The Wizengamot is considering inviting him to be a member of the standing committee. Celebrating the 850th anniversary of the Daily Prophet... I feel like watching the news It's really safe and secure under the British Ministry of Magic."

"These media are really disgusting." Tom had already picked up the fourth small tomato, and Nelson directly brought the plate to him, "I thought you knew, you read there every day, you have to understand current events , which helps us adapt to the world more quickly... Dark wizards in Europe have become more rampant recently, and have even begun to make attacks in Wales, you know, the Muggles are also very nervous recently."

"Yes, there will soon be a war."

"Oh? Really, Chamberlain is not... It doesn't matter, what does it have to do with us, mainly the dark wizard, you know, he is really powerful, Getler Grindelwald." Tom showed off happily.

Hearing this name, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and several people looked at them with strange eyes. Hearing this name, Nelson finally understood that not only the world of Muggles was shrouded in the cloud of war, but also the world of wizards. There is also an iron curtain of horror that is hard to ignore on the top - the Dark Lord Grindelwald and his saints.

"What does it have to do with us? Hogwarts is the safest place in the world." Nelson said loudly quickly, and the surroundings quickly returned to the previous noise.

"That's true, but I think he—" Tom was about to start talking, "what's that!"

An envelope fell from the sky and landed on Tom's head. He grabbed the envelope, looked at the name on it, and threw it on Nelson's desk angrily, "Your letter."

Nelson took the letter, and there were two neat and smooth lines written on the envelope:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Mr Nelson Wertling Williams

Jonas Nicklaus

...

Dear Gnar:

haven't seen you for a long time! I just came back from a business trip to Czechoslovakia. The only specialties there are beer and some bitters. I won’t bring them to you if you’re not old enough. When you grow up, we can go there for vacation together.

To be honest, the situation here is not optimistic. I feel that the whole of Europe is about to change. When the next interview is over, I plan to ask the newspaper for leave and stay in the UK for two years to accompany your aunt. I originally wanted to seriously After taking care of you for a while, I didn't expect you to be taken away by a boarding school—it turned out to be a magic school! Once I became friends with your parents, I thought magic was just a joke your father made to me... I never mentioned your father to you before, because I don't know where to start, and I don't know if I should Telling you that your father was a wizard and that your parents disappeared in a magical tragedy, as far as I'm concerned, I don't want you to touch those things again.

However, there seems to be some fatalistic magic in the blood of wizards. Before I return to London, you have to accept your own fate.

Your father is a good friend of mine. His name is Mergan Wertning. We put his last name in the middle of your name. He left you eleven years ago and disappeared. We don’t know if he has What an invincible enemy, so just use your mother's Williams as your surname - it's one of the most common surnames in the UK, and the Wertlings seem to sound like a Nordic family after all. He's a funny, chatty, charismatic guy who looks almost exactly like you, but unlike you he laughs a lot... you'll have to smile more. When I was chatting with him before, he said that he hoped that his child would become a brave person. I disagree. In this era of chaos, I hope you can become a wise person.

About your mother, you can go home during the holidays and ask your aunt to tell you.

As an uncle, I really didn't fulfill my duty as an elder. I spent most of my time outside in the past few years, and I didn't spend time with you and your aunt... But the good news is that even so, you have grown up Became an outstanding child who made me proud.

Gnar, the stories of the past should not be a burden on you. Be who you want to be. I'm leaving for Poland soon, so I won't say much... If you have anything to say, remember to write to me, I remember that the wizard's owl can find me. Gnar, it's almost October, remember to wear two extra clothes.

love you uncle jonas

September 1, 1938

...

"Has your uncle come home?" asked Tom beside him.

"Well, as soon as we left, he came back home." Nelson closed his eyes and raised his head. He thought of his uncle taking him to eat, drink, and travel around for ten years. He remembered how his uncle taught him how to fight, taught himself French and French. German, thinking of the tie that his uncle gave him for his birthday this year - this tie was longer than Nelson's wand, so he had to put it in a drawer at home. He thought of the bits and pieces of happy gatherings with his relatives over the past ten years.

"Gnar," Tom held his back, "we will be off for Christmas, and it happens that your birthday is also on New Year's Day, so we can go back to London."

"Isn't your birthday also on those days?" Nelson calmed down, turned his face around, and handed Tom a plate of small tomatoes, "We can spend it together. By the way, do you only eat tomatoes in the morning?"

"This one is better." Tom poked another one.

...

"Welcome to Slytherin!" The image of Horace Slughorn is very different from the walrus-like fat old man in Nelson's memory. The first class of Slytherin was taught by their dean. Students from other faculties take classes together. The professor stood on the lectern with three covered cauldrons on the fire.

"Potions is an ancient, mysterious and extraordinary subject." Professor Slughorn said, his tone is soothing, but it seems to be full of magic, affecting the thoughts of every Slytherin student, "Unlike spells, most potions do not require you to wave your wand or perform any magic during the making process, which makes many people think that it is not part of real magic-but! There are countless potions, which you can hardly imagine Its efficacy—in contrast, it requires its maker to have extraordinary knowledge, calm thinking...and, unshakable patience."

"Potion is a science that requires a lot of time, energy, and wealth—but even if you pay all this, even if you give everything, it will still close the door to those without talent!"

"The harvest from such a huge price is the greatness of potions. Potions can help you increase your strength, grab wealth, brew glory, and even defeat death."

Bewitching words came from the podium, his voice was cadenced, and many freshmen had already begun to aspire to become a potions master. Nelson noticed that when Professor Slughorn finished speaking, Tom beside him also sat up straight, and a red light even flashed in his black eyes.

"Is this magic? What a vivid form of expression." Nelson complained in his heart.

"Can anyone know what the three pots of potions on my right are? Those who answer correctly will be rewarded."

It's hard for the little snakes next to me, wouldn't there be someone who previewed all the textbooks before school started? No way? No way? They slandered in their hearts.

Professor Slughorn lifted the lids of the two crucibles. One pot was a light orange potion that was bubbling and bubbling, and the other pot was filled with golden potions, like Sunshine looks like it makes people feel happy.

"Who can answer?" Tom and Nelson held up their hands.

Slughorn called Tom's name, the dark-haired, handsome fellow who looked even more pleasing to the eye.

"It's cough syrup and euphoria, professor." Tom stood up and answered politely. The surrounding Slytherin students all looked at him with admiration, and of course some showed jealousy or disdain.

"That's right," Slughorn flipped through the roster in his hand, "Tom Riddle, you are really an excellent student, and as a reward, I will give Slytherin, my own house, ten points! "

Tom bowed slightly and sat down.

"Now, please open the "Magic Potion" in your hands, and we will officially start the first class!"

The students hurriedly flipped through the books, and suddenly a short girl with short hair raised her hand and asked, "What's in the third crucible?"

"Good question." Slughorn was not offended by the interruption, he flipped through the roster, "Jessica Ollivander, well, this potion is a surprise."

"I hope all of you can carefully preview after class. In next week's class, students who can recognize it will win a special reward."