My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Yes, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight, which is suitable for doing great things."

Late at night, Tom walked out of the Slytherin lounge, humming, and walked through the long, dark corridor.

"Hey, boy, why are you running around so late?" A thick male voice sounded beside him, as if he had just finished some strenuous exercise, "You violated the school rules, be careful, I told Dippet headmaster."

"Luminescence," Tom frowned when he heard the voice of the uninvited visitor, and flicked out his wand to light up the corridor, which happened to illuminate Sir McLaggen hanging on the wall next to him, looking at the man wrapped in thick gauze Knight, Tom saluted, "Sir, are you better?"

In the first grade, Tom held his first assembly with his young friends. On that night, the portraits in the Slytherin corridor were damaged to varying degrees, and Sir McLagan was the most seriously injured. Unlike the restoration process imagined to be filled with paintbrushes by painters, Sir McLagan was carried on a stretcher by residents in several other portraits to the frame of Principal Dai Lisi Dewante on the wall of the principal's office , where an eye-opening "surgery" was performed. Even after more than a year, Sir McLaggan is still recovering.

"Hmph, thank you for your concern. I can remove the gauze next week." Sir McLaggen patted the hard armor on his body and made a "bang bang" sound, indicating that he had no problem, but as to why the gauze The problem of being wrapped around the armor was ignored because it was not important. He tried to look at Tom with sharp eyes, but because the round eyes with gauze looked too funny, Tom couldn't help but laugh.

"Sir, Principal Dippet is not at school," Tom said with a smile on his face as he continued to walk forward, "What's more, as long as the teacher doesn't find out, I will sleep in the dormitory tonight, don't you think?" ?”

"Hmph, you said yes, then it must be." Sir McLagan chased through several paintings on the wall to the stairs, holding on to the frame and panting heavily, he glanced fearfully at the person-high man at the end of the corridor. The empty canvas in the huge picture frame didn't chase any further, but just shouted after Tom, "You just hope you don't get found!"

"Accept your good words." Tom shrugged and walked up the stairs. The castle was extremely quiet at night, only the faint sound of the wind outside and the chirping of birds could be heard intermittently. Sir McLaggan's voice became weaker and weaker behind Tom.

"Be careful when you go out at night! I don't want to report the murder of a student to the principal..."

Tom smiled and walked more briskly.

He walked leisurely through the corridors and stairs of Hogwarts Castle. At night, the students and teachers rested, but the castle did not rest. They will also repeat their work, and the arrival of Tom as a guest makes them even more excited.

Unlike Alphard or other mischievous students who are accustomed to the intense and exciting night tour in night clothes, Tom made all the preparations two weeks before departure. A week ago, he let Avery and Carlo In front of Ogg, he threw big dung eggs into the corridor, and Ogg, who was angry, arranged for confinement punishment to clean up the prize showroom in the evening, and Ogg’s daily patrol route had already been collected and sorted out bit by bit by other students. At this moment, Ogg is closing the trophy room, carefully locking it, and then patrolling in the direction of the Quidditch pitch, then the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake, and finally Hogwarts Castle, starting from Gryffindor, and finally It's Ravenclaw's turn.

"It seems that I won't see Mr. Ogg within two hours." Tom seemed a little regretful. He shrugged, leaned on the handrail of the corridor at the entrance of the Charms classroom, looked at the scenery for a while, and confirmed the whole castle. After there was no one in the middle, Tom raised his legs and walked towards the direction of the Ravenclaw tower, "I hope the school can find another portrait listening to the password at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge, after all, the kind of password door that doesn't know the answer It's inconvenient."

When he reached the end of the corridor, he jumped up, jumped over two sections of stairs that were not connected together, and arrived at the Ravenclaw Tower in a short while. At this time, Tom put away his strolling appearance and cautiously Suddenly passed the door of Professor Sykes' office, and the lights in her office were still on! Tom has always had a strange intuition. Although the deans of Hogwarts' colleges are all powerful wizards, he feels that Professor Sykes is even more difficult. In his heart, he even surpassed Dumbledore for a time and became a Hogwart The character you least want to provoke.

"I don't know what she's doing so late..."

Tom tiptoed past, and the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room was just ahead—an exquisitely carved bronze knocker hammered to a plank of solid wood.

"Why are you here?"

The door knocker changed to a mysterious and mysterious question again today. It has always been particularly fond of questions such as "who are you", "where are you from", and "where are you going?" Tom sucked his teeth, he would rather the door knocker Ask him what the third law of thermodynamics is.

"Uh, I came here to find the meaning of life."

"Can you find the meaning of life here now?"

If a Ravenclaw student is here, he will definitely find it strange that the door knocker will only say yes or no according to the answer after asking a question, but Tom has experienced the process of chatting with the door knocker the only time he came here. Strange, he raised his eyebrows and said, "We can strengthen our understanding of life from the things we experience at any place and at any time. My experience constitutes me."

"..."

The door knocker seemed to be stuck and stopped talking, while Tom looked at it expectantly. After touching the door knocker, he was very interested in this intelligent magic creation, so he consulted a lot of information, and finally it was really in A description of the door knocker is found in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

"Rowena Ravenclaw is the greatest alchemist of this era. As the smartest wizard in the world, she believes that her wisdom should be used in more critical places, and the 'recall' action when thinking about problems is undoubtedly What a waste of her brainpower.

Ravenclaw, who is good at alchemy and memory magic at the same time, made such a magic prop—a sparkling crown inlaid with gems (among them, the high-purity emerald that is the eagle’s body was given to her by me), This crown carries all the knowledge of Ravenclaw except life experience, and she can save a lot of time by using the bronze ring on her wrist to call the memory when she needs it, although I think it is A meaningless job, but I was still very surprised to hear that the crown and bracelet can be used by others. This is almost a 'horcrux' in another sense. Maybe it is more reasonable to call it a 'memory' ——Unfortunately, this treasure only exists in legends.

Shortly after it was finished, before the other three of us could try it, the tiara was lost and Rowena told me after dinner that it might have been taken by her own daughter (I suspect Rowena never made it She just didn't want to face failure to produce such a magic item, so she made up an excuse that it was stolen... hope Rowena doesn't read this passage).

But to be honest, according to Rowena's theory, it can't increase a person's intelligence like the rumors say. A simple pile of knowledge can't save a fool's IQ, at least a single crown can't do that. "

Tom looked at the door knocker with fiery eyes, it trembled, and it took a long time before he continued, "I was just asking, why are you here so late?"

"..."

"Hahaha, let me say, people in the middle of the night probably wouldn't ask this kind of question." Now it was Tom's turn to get stuck, he took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and said, "After chatting with you last time, I I am very interested in you, who is not inferior to the wisdom of a wizard... er, the door knocker, so I took the time to visit you tonight, hoping to learn something from here."

"You? Learn from a knocker?"

"Yes." Tom nodded.

"Are all men talking like this?"

"No, I just respect the wise."

"You think I'm wise?"

"That's right."

"Then, do you still think so?" Suddenly, a dim white light lit up on the large wooden panel where the door knocker was installed, and a huge phantom rushed out from the door panel and attacked Tom. The phantom of the ghost rushed towards him, and passed through again, before he even had time to draw out his wand, he could only turn his head stiffly, feeling an unbearable chill all over his body.

He turned his head and saw a tall ghost lady floating in the air, looking down at him expressionlessly.

She was wearing an old-fashioned thin skirt with complicated lace, the original color could not be seen, her face was round, but her cheekbones were slightly higher, her eyebrows were slender, her nose bridge was high, and her eyes were full of sadness, which could be seen She was very young when she died, with her long hair draped behind her head, and a few strands of hair curled down on her forehead. She withdrew her eyes, looked up at the bronze door knocker nailed to the wooden board, and instantly appeared in front of Tom.

"Do you still feel that way now?" She looked at the shocked Tom and asked softly, the sadness in her eyes became more intense.

"Miss? Are you a ghost?" Tom asked.

"That's right, the one talking to you is a humble ghost who can't survive. Do you still think it is intelligent?" Ms. Ghost shook her head and was about to fly away, but Tom's next words stopped her from flying away. .

"That makes sense, miss. I said that even if a magical creation uses the most exquisite alchemy, it shouldn't be so intelligent." Tom looked at Ms. Phantom thoughtfully, and complimented, " So it's you behind the knocker, right? That makes sense, its words aren't self-determined, and with a brain as smart as yours, it makes sense to say those epigrams."

"You..." Ms. Phantom stopped and looked at Tom. For thousands of years, few wizards came back to care about these humble ghosts who escaped from death, let alone the prohibition of ghosts established by Hogwarts in recent years. She hadn't spoken more than ten words to a living person for thousands of years when she came into contact with the little wizard's rules, and hearing such insincere praise today was enough for her to be extremely surprised, "Do you really think so? "

"Yes, I think so." Tom nodded, he had already guessed who the lady standing opposite was.

"I am the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, and my real name is Helena Ravenclaw, hello."

Helena held out her right hand, looked down at Tom, and gave him the back of her hand.

Tom raised an eyebrow. In fact, he had only heard of such etiquette.

"Hi, it's an honor to meet you." He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth showed a slight arc, ignoring the fact that he was facing a ghost, instead he held Helena's hand in the air and lowered his head Sticking it with the tip of his nose, because the ghost has no body, Tom just felt as if some extremely cold liquid had been splashed on his face, and couldn't help shivering.

He raised his head and felt that Helena looked much lighter. Tom asked, "Are you the daughter of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw?"

"..." Helena stared at Tom coldly as if her tail had been stepped on, and after a while she answered, "Yes, I am Ravenclaw's daughter."

"Coincidentally, I understand your pain." Tom chuckled, "As the daughter of Ms. Ravenclaw, you must be suffering, right? Obviously not worse than your own mother, but under her halo, you still don't have yourself. - I know a gentleman whose elder brother is the hottest wizard right now. When everyone mentions him, he will be replaced by so-and-so’s younger brother. His name is always behind the title of elder brother’s younger brother, so he cut brother's nose."

Seeing Helena's face change, Tom felt a little nervous, and was about to give Helena a strong medicine. He secretly prayed in his heart that Helena's favorability could increase.

"Do you think I'm no worse than my mother?" Helena became transparent as she muttered to herself, "Over the years, you are the first person I've ever seen to say that people."

"Was it you who talked to me here last time?" Tom asked back.

"That's right, it's me." Helena nodded.

"Then my point of view is still the same as that day," Tom said eloquently, "everyone has their own things they are good at, maybe your mother is more famous and knows more, but in the field you are good at, you must do it. It's not as bad as her."

"I know you're comforting me." Helena lowered her head, shook her head, showing a sad expression, "Actually, I also know that if I really have the same wisdom as my mother, how could I go— —”

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked behind Tom. Seeing this, Tom quickly extinguished the fluorescent spell in his hand, and the door of Professor Sykes' room suddenly opened.