My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Going up the mountain road, Nelson came to the gate of the Riddle Mansion. Looking at the magnificent mansion in front of him, the well-informed Nelson couldn't help squinting his eyes. He rang the bell of the gatehouse and handed over the greeting After a while, old Tom came to the door with the help of the housekeeper.

"Mr. Riddle, first time meeting, hello, I'm Tom's friend, Nelson Williams."

Standing at the newly opened side door of the manor, Nelson took off his hat, stretched out his right hand, and greeted Old Tom with a smile. Looking at Old Tom's familiar eyebrows, Nelson felt that he could already imagine what Tom looked like now.

Old Tom didn't stretch out his hand for a while, which made Nelson froze in place. He frowned and looked at the small door that the porter opened for Nelson, waved his hand to release his butler in front of Nelson, and whispered a few words .

Immediately afterwards, under the command of the butler, several accompanying male servants opened the gate of the manor. With the creaking and groaning of the iron door shaft, two rusty rollers were running hard along the track. After a while, the door opened wide.

Old Tom pushed the butler's supporting hand, twisted his tie knot, and walked out of the door to hold Nelson's hand.

"I've heard my son talk about you...I mean, I've seen your picture in the newspaper," he said, leading Nelson through the door with a stiff face, muttering in an inarticulate voice, "the following stupid Damn, it's really shameful to actually open a small door for a distinguished guest!"

"Haha, Mr. Riddle, have you read that report too?"

After years of training, Nelson was no longer ashamed of that report. He let out a burst of hearty laughter, and guided him to the mansion in the manor under the guidance of the old man.

Nelson could feel old Tom's staggering steps. Although he was trying his best to control it, the weight of his body was always leaning on Nelson's body. Those skinny arms were almost skinny, making people feel no strength at all. Just looking at Old Tom's side face, the face covered with age spots does not look like a gentry in his prime, but rather a dying, malnourished homeless man.

As if aware of Nelson's discovery of his weakness, old Tom quickened his pace, and the two arrived in the living room very quickly. Old Tom was extremely tired, and as soon as he arrived in the living room, he couldn't wait to sit on the sofa by the fireplace, stretching out his trembling fingers to the housekeeper.

Although it was still cold in spring, summer was slowly approaching, and the weather in England was not that cold, but Old Tom still called the servant to add some firewood to the fireplace as if he couldn't stand the temperature.

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" He picked up the cigarette handed by the butler, stretched his neck to let the servant light it for him, took a long sigh of relief, lay back on the sofa limply, and began to smoke, and after a while, His whole body was wrapped in thick smoke.

Nelson shook his head indiscriminately. Potions are too harmful to Muggles. Old Tom is actually not that old, not even forty, but it looks like he has already buried half of his body in the ground.

"What are you doing here? You didn't come to see me, did you?" Old Tom quickly finished his cigarette, staring up and down at Nelson, seeing that he was well-dressed and looked like he was not short of money. Nodding with satisfaction.

"How could it be?" Nelson shook his head with a smile, took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from behind and put it on the coffee table, and said, "Although there are indeed some things, the main reason for stopping by is to visit you."

Old Tom looked at the box Nelson put on the table in amazement, as if wondering where Nelson got it out.

"I've been carrying it in my hand just now, you may not have noticed," Nelson saw what old Tom was thinking, he shrugged, and said, "I've heard that Tom found his relatives in Paris, so I made a special trip to see them this time." Look, you and Tom really look alike."

"Yes, he is almost exactly the same as when I was young." Old Tom nodded, no longer thinking about the gift, but instead asked, "Did he say anything to you?"

"About you?" Nelson looked at old Tom's expectant eyes, shook his head, and said, "I didn't say much."

After saying this, he stared at Old Tom's face earnestly, trying to observe some special emotions. The corners of Old Tom's mouth twitched slightly, but soon there was no other expression. After a while, he lit a fire again. He smoked a cigarette, opened the conversation box, and chatted with Nelson, from the world war to cotton futures, from the paintings on the wall to his own business, Nelson tried his best to answer the conversation, maintaining a polite smile.

"By the way, I heard that Christian is your daughter?" When Old Tom talked about his family, Nelson asked out loud. Although he had already heard the news, he was still amazed by the wonder of fate—according to what he knew It is known that the future Voldemort does not have any living relatives. If there is no existence of himself, will there be a girl named Christian in London? He cleared his throat and said, "To be honest, I knew Christian, but I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"Her name is Laura, Laura Riddle." A smile finally appeared on Old Tom's faceless face, he happily patted the armrest of the sofa, and the ash fell all over the floor, "Now their school doesn't have any Take a vacation, or I can ask her to come over and chat with you."

"Is Christian staying at home during the holidays?" Nelson asked curiously.

"Sometimes I go to London, but I don't know what's so good about that dilapidated orphanage," Old Tom curled his lips disdainfully, glanced at Nelson, and added, "But since he and you can be cultivated there, The child, there are still some merits."

"Mrs. Cole is a great woman." Nelson nodded and continued to ask, "Where is Tom? Will he come back to live? I sometimes correspond with him."

"He..." Old Tom's voice paused for a moment, and said, "His room is upstairs, do you want to go and see it? You just said that you just returned to England recently, and you should meet him? If possible, I I hope you can talk to him, it’s not good for the Riddle family’s male to stay outside all the time.”

"Okay, I just want to take what he left here too." Nelson nodded, got up and followed the manservant upstairs.

Old Tom stayed on the sofa, watching Nelson disappear at the top of the stairs, and pressed the still-lit cigarette butt against the armrest of the leather sofa.

Tom's room in the Riddle Mansion didn't look like a room—this was Nelson's first reaction when he opened the door and walked in. Although it was clean and tidy and the furniture was high-end, even if Tom and his son had a good relationship, this room didn't make people feel uncomfortable at all. People want to live, Nelson looked at the seemingly expensive paintings on the bedside, and walked into this spotless room.

"Is this where Tom lives?" he asked the footman behind him.

"Yes, sir." The man replied in a low voice, "but the young master has never lived here."

"If it were me, I wouldn't live here," Nelson looked at the furnishings in the room. "This place is too much like a hotel. I suggest you decorate it more warmly."

"I will tell the master."

"By the way, Tom said he left something here, where is it?" Nelson asked, "I'm here to get it."

"Sir, in the cellar, shall I take you there?"

"Um."

Apart from being larger, the cellar of the Riddle Mansion is no different from an ordinary cellar. Perhaps because it is located on a mountain, Nelson feels that it is much colder here, which reminds him of the room where the heart of the black wizard was stored in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". basement. He followed the servant through a labyrinth of tunnels, and came to a locked room. Nelson carefully took out a bronze key from his pocket, and let the servant leave by himself, and stepped into the cold room Room.

There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, and on it was a block of ice covered with a white cloth. Nelson carefully lifted the white cloth, and inside was a strangely shaped chrysalis—it was the chrysalis of the hawkmoth, This is the rarest and most important medicinal material among the potions needed to practice Animagus. Because the ghost-faced hawkmoth is extremely vigorous, if it is not treated, it will quickly break out of the pupa, but the inactivated ghost-faced hawkmoth The efficacy of the moth medicine will also decrease rapidly. To preserve the medicine, Tom sealed it in an ice cube with a setting spell and hid it here.

Nelson also asked him why he didn't put the medicinal materials in Hogwarts? Tom replied: "In case you are wanted one day, and you can't even go back to school, if it's not convenient for me to deliver things to you, you can pick them up yourself. Without the key, no one can open the door." Door."

Of course, Tom's thinking is superfluous. Three years later, Nelson is still the three-good student with a clean family background and clean files.

He broke through the solid ice, and the moment it thawed, Nelson could feel a powerful beating from the chrysalis. The ghost moth broke free from the severe cold, ready to welcome transformation and freedom, but it was quickly sealed by Nelson. In a small hollow silver ball, it became a stumbling block on the free way of the ghost-faced hawkmoth.

When returning to the ground, Nelson was told that Old Tom had gone to rest first because of his physical discomfort. Nelson expressed his thanks to the old housekeeper, put on his hat and left the Riddle Mansion.

...

At the foot of the mountain, Nelson was just about to extend his wand to stop the Knight bus, but he quickly thought of the little long-faced wizard who was passing by. For some reason, that guy always gave him a troublesome feeling, and finally he decided to Apparate directly to the neighboring town, take the train to London.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction of Great Hangleton. The dilapidated shacks on the hillside over there were even more dilapidated. It seemed that the bag of Galleons he left behind had not effectively improved Morfin's life, and maybe even he hadn't. Find the hidden money bag.

Nelson found a shady place to observe, and after confirming that there was no one around, he drew out his wand.

"Sir, why don't you wait for the car with me."

An oily male voice sounded behind Nelson. He turned his head and looked back. The wizard who had dropped by before jumped off a dense oak tree and landed lightly. A few feathers with similar eyesight to his clothes Slowly falling down.

"Animagus?" Nelson stared at the falling feathers, which were the same color as the one that fell on his shoulders and the owl standing on the roof of the customs building.

"You are really insightful." The wizard patted the leaves on his body, looked at Nelson, and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Williams, let me introduce myself, my name is Lewis, Lewis Ogden, currently working in the legal profession Executive Division."

"The British Ministry of Magic?" Nelson asked, gripping his wand tightly.

"Look at what you said, can I still be an employee of Muggle law enforcement?" Lewis spread his hands and was about to approach, but saw Nelson took half a step back, so he asked with a bitter face, "You step back?" Is the half-step movement serious?"

"Sorry for hurting you," Nelson took another half step back, "I've changed my itinerary and don't plan to take the Knight Bus."

"That doesn't stop us from talking."

Nelson felt that the wizard in front of him was a bit annoying, but he couldn't tell what kind of tricks the other party had just based on the Animagus just now, so he put his hands in his pockets and asked politely.

"What do you want to talk about? I don't think I have been tried by the Wizengamot, I remember? Not to mention that there is something that needs to be implemented by your department."

"Sir, you're out of touch now," Lewis said in a low voice, rubbing his hands, "it's just that I want to get to know you."

"Sorry, I don't like men." Nelson frowned, pinched two small balls that could burst out smoke with his left hand, and was about to forcefully leave.

"Okay." Lewis put away his previous greasy tone, spread his hands, and looked at Nelson seriously, "I'm just curious, what does a guy who hangs out with the dark wizards of Nurmengard want to do after acting alone? ?”

"What dark wizard? What are you talking about? It's just inexplicable!" Nelson didn't expect that he would be targeted after only staying with those people for a while after entering the country. What's the relationship? We are just passers-by who met by chance, do we still need to report the itinerary to you?"

"No need, sir." Lewis said, "I heard from my nephew that you left Hogwarts after a year of study. What exactly do you want to do when you come back when the headmaster is injured?"

"The principal is injured? Isn't it...do you even have a record for this?" Nelson frowned, took some hands out of his pocket, and continued to ask, "If you work hard enough, you will know that Principal Dippet He barely showed up at Hogwarts. What does his status have to do with the school? Of course, my suspension is for personal reasons. If I am guilty, please let the Wizengamot judge me instead of you following me. "

"I don't--"

"I will complain to the Ministry of Magic." As soon as the words fell, Lewis' vision was filled with thick white smoke, and by the time he ran out covering his mouth and nose, Nelson had long since disappeared.