My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

On the Thursday morning of the week before Christmas, Nelson walked to the library with his books as usual after class.

"Gnar, are you really not going? This week Robinson is going to share the secret technique treasured by the Lestrange family. I heard it is a powerful summoning spell." Leaving the Charms classroom, the two walked quickly Walking slowly down the corridor, a few Slytherin first-year students who had just come out of the classroom hung far behind.

"No, did you forget? We're going home for Christmas and I don't want to do my homework at home."

"Are you Nelson Williams?" A boy suddenly appeared in front of them. "Here's a note for you."

"Sure enough, you still prefer to study with your senior sister." Tom said eccentrically.

"Yeah, Nelson has learned to apparate! One second he was chatting and laughing with Tom in the lounge, and the next second he teleported to the Black Lake!" Alphard's voice came from behind, and he said sourly : "He didn't even want to borrow my homework to copy. I feel like I've been abandoned."

"Openly discuss copying homework, Slytherin will deduct ten points, Blake, I will be locked up in my office after dinner." Professor Sykes' voice came from a further place, and the Slytherins and Laura who had gathered in the corridor because of the end of class The Winclaws laughed and dispersed, and the air was filled with joy.

Nelson clasped the book on his chest with one arm, shook his head with a smile, and reached for the sticky note, but when his arm loosened, half of the book he was holding slipped down—paper, pen, and books scattered all over the place. land.

"Thank you, no need, I'll do it myself." He thanked the stooping Tom and the delivery boy, simply put the rest of the books in his arms on the ground, took out his wand from his pocket, and waved it against the messy ground .

"Fly up quickly!" The books on the ground floated in the air in order from largest to smallest, stacking themselves up, the scattered papers were crawling on the ground, putting away the papers one by one, and the caps of the pens were jumping to find the scrolls. For the pens in the corner, I kicked the nibs with the pen holder when I was about to buckle it, and kicked the slightly crooked nibs... After finishing these tasks, with the swing of Nelson's wrist, they adjusted themselves in order Neatly, floating behind Nelson.

Tom leaned against the wall helplessly watching Nelson perform, but it was the first time for the little messenger to see such a scene on a classmate, he was dumbfounded and speechless, seeing that Nelson was watching him, he hurried to After leaving, he ran to the other end of the corridor, looking back at the stack of books and stationery while running.

"Nice charm, Slytheringa ten, a bit gimmicky, but beautiful."

"Professor Sykes," said Nelson and Tom.

"Hmm." With the handout in his hand, Professor Sykes passed between Nelson and Tom with a serious face, and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

When Professor Sykes disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Tom leaned against the wall again, looked at Nelson who was holding the stack of books with his wand, and rolled his eyes, "Aren't your arms sore?"

"Help me lift it."

Tom stretched out his wand, and Nelson took out a paper from the paper folder and held it in his hand. He raised his right arm high, and then pointed his elbow and wrist down, pointing at the paper with his wand in a very labored posture, chanting words, and soon On the ground, a miniature trolley with a drawer appeared in his hand. He put the trolley on the ground and tapped it with his magic wand. The trolley became bigger, almost as big as a book. The car became a little cart.

"Low, thanks."

Tom lowered his upraised arms a little more, and the pile of books descended, floating over Nelson's chest.

From the pile of books he took a copy of "Theory of Magic" and two parchments, and put the other books on the little cart, and Tom put his own book on the cart, leaving one like his. "The Slytherin lounge," Nelson said, leaning over the trolley, which wobbled off quickly.

"Not bad." Tom praised beside him, "This is what an elite should have."

"It's not far away." Nelson wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff. The operation made him a little tired. "If I can give them all legs and let them run back by themselves, that would be great."

Nelson basically spends half a day studying with Mag every week or two. His transformation technique has improved rapidly, and he has been able to easily transform this kind of dead object that can move easily, which has basically taken up all his spell practice time: The learning of magic is also learning. Although it is very magical, for most people, there is no shortcut except memorization and continuous practice day after day. He just received the note, and he immediately understood that this was the notice for Mag to study this week.

Although he has excellent grades, he is limited to a few courses - including Transfiguration, Charms and History of Magic; in addition, he is often praised by the divination teacher for his ability to weave a tragic fate for himself, which makes him Doubts about the legitimacy of the subject were growing, his performances in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts could only be described as mediocre, and he didn't seem to have a special gift for being a wizard who was good at using magic to make money or fight. His performance in Potions class can be said to be terrible, there is no reason, just because he has a weak sense of color, and the greens he sees are the same, with only a slight difference in shade: this makes him every time he enters Hell. Chippucci's botanical gardens seem to be soaked in shades of green paint—perhaps special magic glasses can alleviate this symptom.

"Didn't Avery carry your bag back last time?" Tom was smiling and watching the exhaust of the little cart driving in the corridor, and suddenly remembered something, and frowned, "Yes, your bag Woolen cloth?"

"What bag? I never carry it—" Gnar's definite tone was suddenly interrupted. He remembered that he had a schoolbag that he had been carrying since the beginning of school, and his straight eyebrows suddenly frowned, destroying the picture. The beauty of the face, "No, since when did I stop backpacking?"

"Remember your backpack next time you go to class, or bring a few fewer books," Tom said without doubting him, thinking that Nelson was annoyed by his stupid behavior, he suddenly smiled, and patted Nelson on the back, "I thought you would never Can't go wrong."

"What day is the train coming?" Tom checked the time as they walked up the stairs side by side.

"Next Friday, nine o'clock in the morning." Nelson put the matter behind him. He has a lot of things to do today, so he decided to go back to the dormitory at night to look at the bag, holding the book and counting the time, "We are twenty-two I will have a holiday on the 23rd, and I will leave on the 23rd, so I have enough time for one day to prepare."

"We went to Hogsmeade to do some shopping that day." Tom suddenly approached Nelson and whispered in his ear.

"?" Gnar glanced at Tom with raised eyebrows. First-year students were not allowed to go to Hogsmeade, and he was waiting for Tom's explanation.

"Alphad found a secret passage, opposite to a basement in Hogsmeade." Tom moved closer, and his voice became softer, "It's just... forget it, you'll know on the 22nd. "

The two showed expressions of "knowing everything". "As expected of you, Alphard, what can you do, and you are the number one in drilling holes over walls." Nelson sighed in his heart.

Soon they came to the stairs, where three of their roommates and three other Slytherin classmates were waiting for Tom. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

"See you in the afternoon." Tom held out his hand to shake, a narrow smile on his face.

"See you in the afternoon." The two said goodbye. Tom led the six of them around the corner and walked along the corridor. Nelson turned and went down the stairs, heading towards the library.

...

It was almost dinner time, and Nelson sat a little anxiously in his seat in the library. Apart from helping the first-year students who were studying here with him to answer two transfiguration questions, he didn't move a single word on his parchment.

Nelson took out the note he got in the morning from his pocket, and found that it was a note folded into a dog's head. Although the note didn't move, experience still made him poke the dog's head with his wand.

"The spell stops immediately."

Nothing happened.

Nelson thought for a moment that his spellcasting was not standard, and tried several times, but the result was the same-no movement, there was no magic on the dog's head. He reached out, using his kindergarten-level origami skills, and took the dog's head apart.

"1:30 p.m., Owl Room, Ravenclaw Tower"

"Why the Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson was a little confused. Could it be that McGonagall prepared a trap there to test his actual combat level of Transfiguration? He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, the movement of him removing the dog's head and casting spells had already affected the people around him a little.

"Ah—" sighed softly, seeing the schoolbag hanging on the back of the chair of the girl sitting across from him, he remembered the topic he discussed with Tom in the morning, and after more than an hour, he almost took it away. Forget about that bag again! Hearing the approaching cries of the librarian, he quickly grabbed the pen next to him and wrote the word "backpack" on the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth, and quickly packed up his books. The sound wave of going to eat did not affect him directly, and he left the library quickly.

...

After lunch, Nelson walked to the Ravenclaw Tower.

Walking around the door of Professor Sykes' office, he drew out his wand, and then climbed upstairs.

...

"Nelson is secretly making up lessons with Miss McGonagall, who is in the sixth grade of Gryffindor, you know?" In an empty classroom, Alphard and Tom sat by the window and waited for the participants.

"Hmm." Tom looked through the window in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower.

"I have observed that the paper strips are all folded into the shape of small animals."

"So to help them smooth things over..." Tom added.

"That's right, I don't think the Ravenclaw Tower is anywhere near or far."

...

Nelson climbed to the top of the tower, pushed open the door of the owl room, and pointed his wand inside. When he got used to the darkness in the room, he saw a girl sitting on the table—he was pointing his wand at her. Nelson suddenly remembered Tom's expression when he and Tom were separated.

"Mettle, it's not what you think."