My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"He?" Tom opened his eyes wide 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 full of concern, "I mean Gnar—"

"Nelson," Tom nodded slightly, then rolled his eyes to look at Dumbledore from below, and said with a frown, "his name is Nelson Williams, Professor."

"..." Dumbledore raised his mouth, and then tightly pursed it. He couldn't open his mouth when he wanted to say something. He pursed his lips, and remained silent for a long time. Soon, his expression was depressed. Get up, and asked softly, "Nelson...how is it lately?"

"Professor? Why are you asking me?" Tom raised his head, stared straight into Dumbledore's eyes, and asked indifferently, "Aren't you the one 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 my fault, I should give Gnar better guidance—"

"It's Nelson, Professor, you don't have to apologize," Tom interrupted Dumbledore rudely, clenched his teeth and said, "You don't have to give him any guidance, no one needs another person to guide him Life."

"Well said, Tom." The dust on the threshold of the bar shook off, and a pair of heavy Martin boots stepped in. The new man had messy chestnut hair and a dragon fur coat, looking bohemian, with an expression in his eyes It is very similar to Dumbledore, except that the face is younger, and the straight nose is a little different—it is Aberforth 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 looked happily at his younger brother who suddenly appeared, and the worry in his eyes became more intense. 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 me Aberforth always feels a little strange."

"Aberforth...we just passed the letter a few days ago." Dumbledore said with some helplessness.

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

"My dear brother—"

Dumbledore squeezed out a smiling face and walked towards Aberforth, but was interrupted by his fierce look. Aberforth put on a mocking expression and said earnestly, "Don't think I promise you I have a good relationship with you when I do things, please don't get close to me, if it's not for Anna's sake, I even want to change my surname."

"In the past, I-"

"You'd better tell Anna later that you used to go, Albus." After digging for a long time, Aberforth finally took out a bulging money bag from his pocket, threw it heavily on the table, and said contemptuously , "You don't need to talk about your big principles here, someone as smart as you must be able to see it."

He looked around and said softly: "Even if you are a noble and kind person in everyone's eyes, in this bar, you have already betrayed everyone."

Aberforth stood up, grabbed the purse from the table, and the dragon fur coat studded with rivets rattled along with his movements, disturbing people's inner irritability, and he strode towards the bar, Passed by Dumbledore who was stunned in place, and then threw the money bag onto the bar with greater force than before, making a loud "clang" sound, and the boss inside ran out tremblingly when he heard the sound .

"Albus, don't feel that you owe me anything. It's not me that you've been sorry from the beginning to the end." Aberforth turned around, two pairs of identical blue eyes met in the air, and he turned his head again, looking at no one. Fang Fang squeezed his eyes hard before turning around and continuing to speak, "I don't want to accept your gift, I'll pay for it myself."

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

When the boss accepted the money bag in a daze, he straightened up with a relaxed face, and said happily to Dumbledore:

"When I heard that I had appeared in Hogsmeade at school, I was taken aback, thinking it was Grindelwald calling, but I didn't expect it to be my former brother who wanted to give me a gift that was not festive. I just saw that the signboard at the door has been removed, so this bar probably doesn’t have a name yet?” He looked at the former boss, thought for a while after getting an affirmative answer, and continued, “Today’s meeting is really wonderful, to commemorate This historic moment when we met, I decided to take this moment and call it 'The Hog's Head Bar', what do you guys think?"

Dumbledore is indeed a great wizard with a tough personality. Anyone who changed the scene today might have broken the defense, but he just nodded and smiled self-deprecatingly:

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

"What do you think? Tom?" Aberforth looked at Tom as if he didn't hear him, and asked eagerly, "What do you think of this name?"

"As long as you are happy." Tom shrugged helplessly, "But I think the name Pig's Head Bar is not elegant enough, and it doesn't quite fit your identity."

"What's the matter?" Aberforth laughed out loud as if he had heard some big joke. He drew out his magic spell and pointed at a pile of broken wood outside the door, and waved it lightly. Soon, a huge The ferocious pig's head bared its fangs and slowly rose from the waste pile, and stuck itself on the signboard, "After all, the people who come to this place to drink are some of the highest grades, even if it's called a bee tavern, it doesn't matter."

Tom continued to shrug like a piledriver.

Seeing this, Aberforth finally remembered his brother, turned his head and asked, "Do you think so? Albus?"

"..."

"Sir, Mr. Dumbledore took the money and disapparated away." After a long silence, the voice of the former boss sounded, and he pointed to the table next to where Dumbledore had just stood, "He's still staying there something."

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

"Open it and have a look." Aberforth pouted, "I thought my dear brother would leave me something? I'll go to the warehouse inside to check the inventory first, 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 led him inside. The slightly trembling hand of the wand indicated that his heart was not at peace.

Tom walked up to the package, opened the note, and there was a passage on it:

...

Tom:

I understand that my actions have hurt both of you a lot, but I understand even more that all my amends and apologies now pale in comparison.

My brother Aberforth and I have turned against each other because of some things that are not humane, and have even reached the point where we have no contact with each other. In my eyes, the relationship between you and Gnar is like a brother. I understand this The pain of parting brothers, I don't want to see you continue my tragedy...so I brought you a double-sided mirror.

This is two connected mirrors, you need to send the other side to Gnar (I think he is unwilling to accept my letter, so I have to trouble you), as long as one of you calls the other one at the mirror Name, these two mirrors can be connected to each other, and the images and sounds reflected in it can be stored and sent to another person. I hope these two mirrors can help you, and you can also take your own mirror to class, so that Gnar will not miss his homework even if he is wandering outside.

Sorry, Tom.

Albus Dumbledore

...

Dumbledore's handwriting is full of recognizability, with slender letters and circles within circles. Tom stared dazedly at the letter, 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 previous 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 the mirrors. The back of the mirror was painted with complex patterns. The blooming rose flowers surrounded a complex emblem with "B", which might be the family emblem of a wizard family.

"Is it easy?" Tom called Nelson's name to the mirror in his hand with some confusion, "Nal, can you hear me?"

"What?" Aberforth, who finished checking the inventory, wandered out alone, and approached Tom, while stretching his neck curiously, "So it's a double-sided mirror?"

"What are you doing? Why are you calling names with two mirrors," Aberforth explained to Tom. "The other mirror can only function in the hands of another person. You can't activate it like this."

"Yes, do you know how it works, Mr. Aberforth."

"Yes, this thing was quite popular in our time, but since the Floo network was upgraded and it became possible to stick your head into it, this thing has been gradually eliminated, and it has a long-term and effective relationship with the two mirrors. The transformation spell is a very laborious thing, which baffles most wizards, and this magic has high requirements on the material of the mirror as the carrier, so it has always been sold very expensive." Aberforth picked up another A mirror, whispering into it, "Tom Riddle."

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

"Aberforth Dumbledore." Tom also imitated calling Aberforth's name at the mirror, he raised his head, Aberforth was passing the mirror in front of him, and he saw himself in it s face.

"Actually, you can study this spell, and sometimes it's much better than sending a head through the Floo network." Aberforth nodded, put the mirror upside down in the package, and asked casually, "What did I do this morning?" Seeing that little follower of yours running around the castle, I asked, as if to find someone for you?"

"Yes, Mr. Aberforth," Tom nodded, and said, "I organized a study salon, and when I came to Hogsmeade on weekends, I helped some friends with poor grades to study their homework, and let the 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, the Pig's Head Bar."

"Oh?" Aberforth raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I was really mistaken before, I really didn't realize that you are so helpful."

"Should be, should be." Tom nodded veiledly, "Gnar also said that the economic development must first get rich and then get rich later, and we also need to get good grades in study and take the initiative to help students who are less advanced."

"Oh?" Aberforth became more surprised, "No wonder Albus likes him so much...he always likes people who can tell epigrams."

"If your...well, the study group has a lot of people and the distribution is scattered, then I suggest that you can study the magic related to this mirror," Aberforth pulled Tom to sit down and patted him "This magic is very suitable for informing a group of people. As far as I know, the Auror troops of the Ministry of Magic are equipped with this kind of equipment. They can exchange some simple intelligence."

"Thank you, Mr. Aberforth." Tom gripped the mirror and nodded gratefully.

"You're welcome, as far as I know, Grindelwald can't quite understand this magic." Aberforth said nonsense in a serious manner, "Otherwise, why do you see why every time he calls someone, he only raises some magic in the sky?" Hei Sha, make yourself look like a performance artist."

"..."

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

"Okay, okay, Mr. Aberforth, I see." Tom hurriedly waved his hands for forgiveness. He hated people talking about performance art to him now, but he didn't know that in the Muggle world, he was already popular in half the sky.

"Okay, go and accompany your classmates, if you don't go in, they may come out to rescue you." Aberforth patted Tom on the shoulder, stood up and said, "By the way, go in with some snacks Well, you are the first batch of customers of our newly opened store, this order will be waived for you."

...

Tom's exchange meeting lasted until six o'clock in the afternoon, and the doubts of the first-year freshmen also turned into admiration with Tom's selfless impartation of knowledge. Tom left the box surrounded by everyone, and called a few times, Ah Bufus didn't seem to be in the tavern. He put together the approximate cost and stuffed it in a drawer in the bar.

Today, I was disturbed by the wild male gun, and I was depressed all night, so I posted a big chapter OVO

One chapter is worth two chapters.

One hundred chapters~~~~~~~~