My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"He?" Tom opened his eyes and pretended not to understand what Dumbledore was saying, and asked ignorantly, "Who is he, professor, what are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry..." Dumbledore's face was thickly worried. "I mean Gnar--"

"Nelson," Tom nodded slightly, then rolled his eyes and looked at Dumbledore from below, frowning, "His name is Nelson Williams, Professor."

"..." Dumbledore lifted his mouth, then pressed it tightly. He couldn't open his mouth no matter what he wanted to say. He moaned his lips. He was silent for a long time like a jam. Soon, his expression was sullen. Get up and ask softly, "Nelson...how is it going?"

"Professor? Why are you asking me?" Tom raised his head, stared straight into Dumbledore's eyes, and asked indifferently, "Aren't you the person who knows what Gnar is like now?"

"Sorry... I know it's a bit late to say this, but I also want to understand. What happened that day was that I was wrong. I should give Gnar better guidance—"

"It's Nelson, Professor, you don't have to apologize," Tom interrupted Dumbledore impolitely, gritted his teeth and said, "You don't have to give him any guidance, no one needs another person to lead him. life."

"Good point, Tom." The dust on the threshold of the bar fell and a pair of heavy Martin boots stepped in. The new man with messy chestnut hair and a dragon skin coat looked wild and unruly. It is very similar to Dumbledore, except that the face is younger and the nose is a little different-it is Aberfors who has recovered his original appearance. He took a dusty chair and sat on it. Looking at Tom appreciatively, "No one needs another person to guide his life."

"Aberforth..." Dumbledore gleefully looked at the sudden appearance of his younger brother, the worry in his eyes became more intense, and these two very different emotions intertwined into a strange expression on his face, "Oh, We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Thank you for remembering me," Aberforth didn't look at him, but bent down to find something in his pocket, and replied casually. "It's an honor, but can you call me Mr. Dumbledore? Listen to you. Aberforth always felt a little strange."

"Aberforth... we only approved the letter a few days ago." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"Oh, yes." Aberfors raised his head and clapped his hands suddenly, "Then I have to thank you for remembering what I look like."

"My dear brother—"

Dumbledore squeezed a smile and walked towards Aberforth, but was interrupted by his staring fierce expression. Aberforth put on a mocking expression and said in a sincere tone, "Don't you think I promised you." You have a good relationship with you when you do things. Please don’t get close to me. If it’s not for Anna’s sake, I would even want to change my last name."

"The previous thing I—"

"You'd better wait to tell Anna that you used to go, Albus." Aberfors took a long time and finally took out a swollen money bag from his pocket, and threw it heavily on the table, speaking contemptuously. , "You don't need to talk about your great truths here. A smart person like you can definitely see it."

He looked around and said softly: "Even if you are the noble and kind person in the eyes of everyone, but in this bar, you have been betrayed."

Aberfors stood up and grabbed the purse from the table. The dragon leather coat studded with rivets rattled with his movements, which made people irritable. He strode towards the bar. I brushed shoulders with Dumbledore who was stunned, and then threw the money bag on the bar with greater force than just before, making a huge "clam" sound, and the boss inside heard the noise and ran out tremblingly. .

"Albus, don't think you owe me anything, it was not me that you were sorry from the beginning." Aberfors turned around, two pairs of identical blue eyes met in the air, and he turned his head again and pointed at no one. He squeezed his eyes hard, then turned around and continued talking, "I don't want to accept your gift. I will pay the money myself."

He bent down and handed the money bag to the old man who had just ran over, "You should return the money to him. This is a private matter between us."

When the boss took the purse in a daze, he straightened up with ease and said happily, facing Dumbledore:

"I was shocked when I heard that I had appeared in Hogsmeade at school. I thought it was Grindelwald who came here. I didn't expect that my old brother wanted to give me a gift that is not every year. I just saw that the sign at the door has been removed. There shouldn’t be a name for this bar yet?” He looked at the former boss, and after getting the affirmative answer, he thought about it and continued, “Today’s meeting is really wonderful, to commemorate At this historic moment when we met, I decided to take the scene of this moment and call it the'Pig Head Bar'. What do you think?"

Dumbledore is worthy of being a tough wizard. Anyone in this scene may have broken the defense, but he just nodded and laughed mockingly:

"You are right, I am indeed a pig..."

"What do you mean? Tom?" Aberfors looked at Tom as if he hadn't heard him, and asked eagerly, "What do you think of this name?"

"It's good if you are happy." Tom shrugged helplessly, "but I don't think the name of the pig's head bar is elegant enough, and it doesn't quite fit your identity."

"What's the matter?" Aberfors laughed like he heard some big joke. He drew out the spell and pointed at the pile of broken logs outside the door, waved it gently, and soon, a huge The vicious pig head slowly rose from the waste dump with its fangs, and posted himself on the signboard, "After all, people who come to drink in this place are also very popular, even if it is called the Bee Tavern, it doesn't matter."

Tom continued to shrug his shoulders like a pile driver.

Upon seeing this, Aberforth finally remembered his brother, turned his head and asked, "Did you say so? Albus?"

"..."

"Sir, Mr. Dumbledore took the money and apparated and left." After a long silence, the voice of the former boss rang, and he pointed to the table next to where Dumbledore had just stood. "He is still there. Order something."

Aberforth looked up, and there was a small package on the table, on which was a folded note with the words "Tom Riddle" written on it.

"Open it and take a look." Aberfors curled his lips. "I thought my dear brother would leave me something? I'll go to the warehouse inside to check the stock. Boss, can you take me there?"

"Okay, but now you are the boss, Mr. Dumbledore." The old man handed Aberforth a bunch of keys, and walked inside with him. Aberforth left his back calmly, but he held it. The slightly trembling hand of the wand indicated that his heart was actually not at peace.

Tom walked to the package and opened the note, which read a paragraph:

...

Tom:

I understand that my actions have caused a lot of harm to the two of you, but I also understand that all my reparations and apologies are now paler.

My brother Aberfors and I turned against each other for some things that were not good for outsiders. We have even reached the point where we don’t know each other. The relationship between you and Gnar is like a brother in my eyes. I understand this. The pain of the brothers' separation, I don't want to see you continue my tragedy...so I brought you a double-sided mirror.

This is a mirror with two connected sides. You need to send the other side to Nar (I think he shouldn’t accept my letter, so I have to trouble you), as long as one of you is looking at the mirror and calling the other person’s Name, the two mirrors can be connected to each other, and the images and sounds reflected in them can be stored and sent to another person. This is a variant of the change curse (crossed out). Forgive me for not getting rid of the fault of being a good teacher, but I really I hope these two mirrors can help you. You can also bring your mirror to class so that Gnar will not lose his homework even if he is drifting away.

Sorry, Tom.

Albus Dumbledore

...

Dumbledore's handwriting is full of recognizability, the letters are long and slender, with circles in circles. Tom stared at the letter, dizzy, threw it aside, and reached out to open the package.

Tom glanced at it. Inside were two exquisitely shaped round vanity mirrors, which looked like things for girls. Maybe their last owner was a young witch who grew up in a deep boudoir and longed to be with her lover day and night. He grabbed one of them, the back of the mirror was painted with complicated patterns, and the blooming rose flowers were surrounded by a complicated emblem with "b" written on it, which may be the family crest of a certain wizard family.

"Okay?" Tom shouted Nelson's name into the mirror in his hand, a little confused, "Nall, can you hear me?"

"What?" After checking the inventory, Aberfors wandered out alone, approaching Tom, craned his neck and looked over curiously, "So it's a double-sided mirror?"

"What are you doing? Why do you call your name with two mirrors," Aberfors explained to Tom, "The other mirror can only be used in the hands of another person. You can't activate it like this."

"Really, do you know how it works? Mr. Aberfors."

"Yes, this thing was quite popular in our time, but since the Floo network was updated and it became possible to just stick your head in, this thing was slowly eliminated, giving the two mirrors a long-term and effective connection. Changing the curse is a very laborious task, which stumps most wizards. In addition, this magic has high material requirements for the mirror as the carrier, so it has always been sold very expensive." Aberforth took another A mirror, whispered at it, "Tom Riddle."

Tom lowered his head, and Aberforth's red eyes appeared in the mirror in his hand.

"Aberforth Dumbledore." Tom also cried out Aberforth's name in the mirror in every way. He raised his head. Aberforth was handing the mirror in front of him, and he saw himself in it. s face.

"In fact, you can study and study this curse. Sometimes it's better than sending a head over with Floo." Aberfors nodded, buckled the mirror upside down in the package, and asked, "I am this morning. Seeing your little attendant running around the castle, I asked, it seems to be looking for someone for you?"

"Yes, Mr. Aberfors," Tom nodded, and said, "I organized a study salon to take advantage of the weekend to Hogsmeade to help some friends with poor academic performance to do their homework and let their grades Good classmates have a place for extracurricular exchanges...Today is the first meeting. We are studying the Iron Armor Curse, and it happens to be in your...er, Pig Head Bar."

"Oh?" Aberfors raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, it should." Tom nodded implicitly. "Nall also said that economic development must first lead to richness and then become rich. We must also take the initiative to help the less advanced classmates with good grades in our studies."

"Oh?" Aberforth became more surprised. "No wonder Albus likes him so much...he always likes this kind of person who can speak epigrams."

"If your...er, the study group has more people and the distribution is more scattered, then I suggest you to study the magic related to this mirror," Aberfors took Tom to sit down and patted him. "This magic is very suitable for notifying a group of people. As far as I know, the Auror unit of the Ministry of Magic is equipped with this kind of equipment. It can exchange some simple things in places where Apparition or magic communication is prohibited. intelligence."

"Thank you, Mr. Aberfors." Tom squeezed the mirror ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and nodded gratefully.

"You're welcome. As far as I know, Grindelwald can't quite understand this magic." Aberfors said nonsense, "Or you see why he would only go up in the sky every time he calls someone. Hei Sha, make yourself like a performance artist."

"..."

"Oh, yes." Aberfors looked at Tom with a funny expression, "I forgot that he is indeed a performance artist, from the streets of Paris—"

"Okay, Okay, Mr. Aberfors, I know." Tom waved his hand quickly to say forgiveness. He is most likely to be told of performance art by others, but he doesn't know that in the world of Muggles, he has already been hot for half of the sky.

"Okay, go with your classmates. If you don't go in, they may come out to rescue you." Aberfors patted Tom on the shoulder, stood up and said, "Right, get some snacks in again. Well, you are the first batch of customers in our new store, this order is for you to avoid.

...

Tom’s exchange meeting lasted until 6 o’clock in the afternoon, and the suspicion of the first-year freshmen who had arrived at first became admired by Tom’s selfless teaching of knowledge. Tom left the box surrounded by the crowd and yelled a few times, Ah Bufoss didn't seem to be in the tavern. He rounded up the approximate cost and stuffed it into a drawer in the bar. Jumping to Hogwarts my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 100 brothers Green Reading-Hogwarts my classmate is Voldemort ]

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