My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nal, where have you been? I'm waiting for you." Nelson found a well-dressed Tom at the door of the Transfiguration class. He was wearing a brand new robe, an emerald tie, and a silver tie on his tie. The clip is slightly protruding from the bottom of the collar of the robe, the hair is neatly combed, and it is still shining, and even the eyebrows have been carefully trimmed, which is really beautiful.

"I went to the tower to post a letter, but I was caught by Professor Sykes on the way." Nelson spread his hands helplessly.

"You can use my owl and put it on the window sill." Tom stretched out his hand to help Nelson straighten his robe, looked at the schoolbag in his hand, frowned, and reached out to grab the schoolbag.

"Use yours next time," Nelson thought to himself that there was nothing in the bag anyway, so he took it off and handed it to Tom, "Why don't you name the owl?"

"Avery, you take this!" Tom called a blond boy, handed him the bag, and patted the folds of Nelson's shoulders. "An owl is an owl, so what's the matter? Where did that cat of yours go?" "

"I don't know, he only comes to me when he's hungry. I haven't seen him in almost a week, and I feel like he might think I'm an idiot." Nelson stretched and walked into the classroom with Tom. The classroom was crowded with a messy group of first years, especially Slytherin, almost all of them came - most of them seemed to have become Tom's fans in the past month. Nelson was shocked to see so many freshmen violating school rules and going out for night tours

The tables in the classroom are arranged in a circle, and some drinks and pastries are placed on the table.

"I think so too." Tom straightened his skirt and walked towards the center from the gap in the ring.

...

"Students!" Tom walked into the center of the round table and clapped his hands to call. The attention of the freshmen in the classroom was attracted, and they quickly fell silent.

"Students, brothers and sisters!" Tom waved his hands dynamically and gracefully, "I feel extremely lucky and honored to be here with you tonight, fellow Slytherin, Ravenclaw The wise men, the warriors of Gryffindor and... the Hufflepuffs."

"We are able to gather together tonight because you have the potential to become great people." Tom opened his arms and raised his arms high, his pale face flushed with excitement, "know how to judge the situation and seize the opportunity... "

"Understanding applause." Nelson complained. He secretly lamented Tom's extraordinaryness. This teenage boy had aroused the interest of all the students. These beautiful blueprints drawn... Nelson looked around, and everyone present was staring at Tom in the center, and followed his words with his thoughts. It was not because of him that so many freshmen were invited. Unparalleled charisma? In Nelson's mind, the image of Tom is either a tsundere kid who grew up together, or a noseless bald head who just wants to survive. It is really difficult to connect with this high-spirited man in front of him. The breeze at the center of him gently raised the corners of his clothes, and the words that followed the wind were very clear in people's ears.

"...But the road to greatness is full of thorns, difficulties and obstacles. Presumably, you must have encountered some annoying little problems in life or study that can be easily solved by everyone's ability, especially those like me. Same, newborns without any foundation..."

"The big brother's eyes are almost on Tom's face..." Nelson looked at Avery who was standing at the door helping him carry his bag, "Maybe this is true love..."

"...All of us need to watch and help each other! I propose that starting from me, everyone should help each other like family members! Not only in study, but also in life, even after leaving school, we are still the closest family members! I suggest... ..."

"He has always been able to instigate." Looking at the students around him who gave sincere applause, and listening to the impassioned speech in his ears, Nelson wanted to applaud Tom. A good comrade who has worked hard and is willing to help others... As the speech came to an end, Nelson followed the crowd and gave his own applause.

"I suggest that we hold a mutual aid salon. Those who want to participate can come to Avery to sign." Nelson saw that many people had already started queuing in front of Avery's small wooden table at the door, and there were a lot of green in the line. Nelson noticed Many of the freshmen who went to other colleges have already woken up from the speech just now.

"How was my performance just now?" Seeing Nelson sitting on the side, Tom leaned over to pick up the bottle of pumpkin juice in front of him and drank it in one gulp. "Bah, it's really bad."

"Yes, you are very handsome. It is estimated that many people will fall in love with you tonight."

"You don't even know who I am." Tom raised his chin and stared at Nelson with his nostrils. "Are you coming? Helping a group of idiots with homework or something." He lowered his voice and said the second half of the sentence.

"It's not that I won't help you, Tom." Nelson expressed his helplessness. "I met Professor Sykes today and she warned me not to copy homework for Alphard again."

"Okay..." Tom got up to leave, and went to work on his fledgling little society.

Many people were very excited and worked until one or two o'clock in the morning before they dispersed. Fortunately, they didn't encounter any teachers, ghosts or staff on the way back to the dormitory.

It was already 2:30 in the morning when Nelson lay down on the bed. He looked at his watch, saw the schoolbag that Avery carried back and threw it in the corner, and pulled off the quilt and lay down under the quilt.

"Meow!—" With a sharp roar, Nelson lay down on the cat he hadn't seen in a week, and soon the two broke up and fought into the night.

...

The next morning, the number of people in the dining room was much less than that of the working day. It seemed that there were many people who were sleeping late. The strange thing was that many freshmen eating breakfast looked tired and yawned.

"The first-year students of Slytherin will stay here later," Professor Slughorn, the dean of Slytherin, sat down on the long table of Slytherin. What's even more strange is that Professor Slughorn looked Also very tired, and yawning from time to time, Professor Slughorn, with dark circles under his eyes, let the other students go first. Soon there were only the Slytherin first years sitting at the long table in the dining room, looking at each other.

"It's so strange," Slughorn stood up, walked to the head of the table, and said to the students at the table in feigned surprise, "you are all here!"

"Do you know what happened, Mr. Carlo," he called Nelson's roommate by name. "Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"I don't know, Professor." George Caro stood up and said with his head down, not knowing what happened, but an apology was enough.

"It seems that you don't know." Professor Slughorn said, looking at the blank faces under the podium, "someone broke into the castle last night and cut a picture on the door of the Slytherin lounge." painting."

"Professor Sykes found out about the situation and called a few teachers who got in touch with him. We spent a lot of effort to set up a very strict protection spell for the Slytherin dormitory, especially the entrance of the first-year dormitory. .There was no progress, and we are going to wake up a few students to ask about the situation.”

"Because the first-year students' dormitory is closest to the entrance of the lounge, we are going to wake up a few first-year students, and then do you know what happened?" Professor Slughorn's sluggish spirit was lifted up, and he called out again One person, "Parkinson, tell me, what happened?"

Dwight Parkinson had the same reaction as George.

"Don't you know? Then let me tell you!" Slughorn shouted, his voice reverberating in the empty restaurant, "Our first-year students, we use all kinds of magic to protect us The first-year students are not even in the dormitory! Since they were studying at Hogwarts! Even Gryffindor! I have never seen it! It is so outrageous!"

"Collective violation of school rules!" Professor Slughorn snapped angrily. He pointed to the four hourglasses behind the staff's long desk, "Look at Slytherin's hourglass! Only half of it is left! I Had to deduct ten points from every first year student in my own house! I would love to deduct points from myself after this has happened to me in my teaching career! Now can you guys tell me what happened?"

Slughorn stopped talking, and the restaurant suddenly fell silent.

Nelson felt Tom move beside him. He turned his head to look at Tom, glanced at the dean, and raised his eyebrows. Tom gave him a restraining look, and then watched Tom move.

"Sorry, Professor." Tom stood up suddenly.

"Oh! Tom? What are you?" Slughorn looked at the favorite student. He won ten points for his excellent performance in Slytherin in the first class of the term, and he won another ten points in the second week of class. After answering Chao Gang's question correctly, he got his special reward - a small bottle of Felicia.

Slughorn was a little confused. In the eyes of almost all the teachers, Tom was a good student who obeyed the school rules, respected the teachers, and had excellent grades. Could it be that he organized the group night outing?

"I'm sorry, Professor." Tom repeated, "I can't blame the students. I organized the night tour for everyone."

"Tom." Professor Slughorn was stunned. He felt a little overwhelmed, but his preference for the best student made him realize that he couldn't question Tom in public like this, so he said, "Come with me to my office."

"You can go back." Professor Slughorn turned and left, Tom following behind him.

At the door, Slughorn turned and added, "Everyone write a note."

After the two left, the restaurant immediately became noisy, and the students admired Tom even more, and they all became worried about him.