My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh, Williams!"

Professor Slughorn stopped Nelson's shoulders like a chick and lifted him up. I haven't seen him for three years. He looks more like a walrus, with a healthy red face. , Standing out from the crowd of sad teachers.

Seeing his appearance, the long Slytherin table immediately fell silent, and all the students lowered their heads and ate quietly.

Professor Slughorn clapped his hands, put his arms around Nelson with a smile on his face, and said loudly to the little snakes on the long table, "Children, some of you in the lower grades don't know him yet? Nelson Williams, in three Years ago, he was the top student in the grade with Riddle."

The little snakes raised their heads, their eyes kept shuttling between Nelson and Tom, then lowered their heads and whispered to their companions, while several students who had known Nelson before introduced quietly to the surrounding juniors. his situation.

"Williams left Hogwarts before because his learning progress was far beyond ordinary people," Slughorn repeated with a smile, "far beyond ordinary people, so he chose to leave Hogwarts in order to pursue more advanced spells." Studying abroad, now that he has achieved something, he is finally looking forward to come back...Williams, it's better to be at home, right?"

Professor Slughorn tightened his hands slightly, lowered his head, and raised his eyebrows at Nelson.

"Oh... yes, Professor."

Nelson nodded palely when he heard this reason for leaving school, which was the first time he had heard it himself. He didn't understand Slughorn's motivation for doing so.

"Abraxas! What are you looking at? You can't see such an excellent role model in Ravenclaw!" Slughorn suddenly grabbed a cherry on the table and threw it at a bald man looking around. He pointed to the boy who turned around in horror, and said, "Williams could turn desks into pigeons when he was your age. I heard Professor Dumbledore say that your Transfiguration Homework has been left in the dormitory for three consecutive days and forgotten?"

"Teach...professor," the boy said blushingly, stammering to his feet, "I...I did write it, but...but, but—"

There was a muffled laugh from the surrounding long tables.

"Okay, okay, sit down, Malfoy," said Professor Slughorn, waving his hand impatiently, "turn back and hand over the homework to Professor Dumbledore, and then"

Only then did Nelson notice that this young man with a familiar name had pale blond hair so close to his complexion that he recognized him as bald. It also looks a little greasy.

"I came here to welcome Williams back to our big Slytherin family," Professor Slughorn cleared his throat, straightened his back, and the swimming ring on his stomach followed his movements Shaking, he clapped his hands and said loudly, "Second, I'm here to announce an exciting news to you. Just this morning, on the Hogwarts Express, he used the Patronus Charm to repel an ungodly monster by himself. A controlled dementor, this is also the youngest recorded user of the Patronus Charm! Tomorrow morning, wizards from the Wizengamot and the Magic Level Evaluation Association will come to him."

"It won't be the youngest user anytime soon," Nelson whispered.

"Very humble, Williams," Slughorn let go of Nelson's shoulders, gave him a chance to breathe, and looked at the students around him proudly, as if he had taught Nelson the Patronus Charm. Said in a seductive voice, "The Magic Level Evaluation Association may exempt several OWLs and NEWTs exams based on his performance, so you must study magic well, so that you can get O without exams, you know?"

There was an uproar at the long table, senior students from the three surrounding colleges also looked at Nelson, and even attracted the attention of the professors. Nelson felt that the embarrassment in his heart had reached the top of the sky and reached the center of the soles of his feet. Ten toes unconsciously Stirring on the ground, I wish I could pick out another mirrored Hogwarts under my feet.

But most of the students were still in a daze, they hadn't even heard of the Patronus Charm.

"Williams, I heard that your Patronus is a fully articulated entity?" Slughorn asked in a low voice, "Would you like to show it to everyone?"

"Sorry, professor," Nelson said, twisting his shoulders, "this magic is still too difficult for me, and I may not be able to release it again today."

"That's right," Professor Slughorn nodded and said, "This kind of high-difficulty magic really consumes the magic power of the caster."

Nelson stood where he was, emptying his mind.

"Then you should go to rest earlier," Slughorn pondered for a moment, patted Nelson on the back affectionately, turned his head and called George Carlo who was sleeping with Nelson, and ordered, "Carlo, you Send him back and bring him something to eat... some steak on the table, bring more."

"I'll go, Professor," George Carroll was about to agree, and Tom, who had been twitching from laughing with his head hooked all the time, stood up and said to Professor Slughorn, "I feel a little uncomfortable too. Comfortable, I happen to be in the same dormitory with Gnar, let me send him back."

"Are you sick?" Professor Slughorn lowered his head and asked, raised his arm and rubbed Tom's head, and said with concern, "Then you two go back quickly, I'll ask Carlo to bring you some food .”

Nelson pulled Tom and left the restaurant as if fleeing. Before walking to the gate, Professor Slughorn's angry voice came from behind, "Yes, yes, the Patronus Charm is a kind of Extremely profound spells... Under normal circumstances, only powerful adult wizards can cast... No, no, Parkinson, it doesn't mean that you can use it as long as you are an adult, it has a lot of magic power, control and emotions What? Do you think I can do it? Parkinson, although it may seem that I am boasting, but I undoubtedly know the magic spell, do you want to see it?"

"What happened to him?" Nelson asked in a low voice after leaving the restaurant.

"Hahahahaha!" Tom first looked around and found no one around, so he burst into laughter. After a while, he was tired from laughing, and he straightened up holding his stomach and asked, "You can't stand him either." ,Right?"

"That's right," Nelson nodded and said suspiciously, "I remember that Professor Slughorn was not like this before. At that time, he just liked to teach students a little bit."

"Indeed, he's giving me trouble even now," said Tom triumphantly.

"Isn't your confinement only two years?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "He imprisoned you for life?"

"No, the previous confinement was the last time before the end. He asked me if I wanted to learn more knowledge, knowledge other than potions."

"He really likes you," Nelson sighed, "so you thought about it?"

"Yes, so the chandelier fell over my head during dinner the next day, and when Professor Slughorn stood up, I immediately surrendered," Tom raised an eyebrow, "I was fined three times." Years, so I have to do something big again in seventh grade."

"So that's it." Nelson suddenly realized, but his confusion at the beginning was still not resolved, he asked, "So why did he become so...exaggerated?"

"Hey, it's a long story," Tom said with a look of righteous indignation, "Professor Slughorn also taught Potions and part of Alchemy for the upper grades, you know, these two The materials for the course become more and more expensive as you go forward.”

"I really don't know." Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Is it expensive?"

"Yes, it's very expensive," Tom nodded, sucking his teeth and said, "When we were in the lower grades, we could brew a potion in just one Potions class, and the materials were not very valuable. Some dried toads Whatever, if it breaks, it breaks."

"Is it expensive after senior year?"

"Yes, students in the sixth grade have started to learn how to make advanced potions. A class can last for several weeks or even several months. Potions need to be brewed continuously, and the materials used are almost all precious."

"That's a lot of money." Nelson was speechless.

"That's right, last year, Professor Slughorn had a Muggle-born student he liked very much who didn't choose Potions, and his dream was to be an Auror - Aurors had to pass the NEWTs in Potions That's fine." Tom shook his head and said, "The reason why he didn't choose courses was just because he couldn't afford the high cost of materials, so Professor Slughorn wanted to apply for a fund from the school board to fund those students. A student from a poor family but talented in alchemy and potions."

"This is a great thing!" Nelson even wanted to add a fortune.

"A good thing is a good thing," said Tom, shaking his head with a wry smile, "but the trustees don't think so."

"They rejected Professor Slughorn?" Nelson was a little surprised.

"It's much worse than that," said Tom with a look of disdain in his eyes. "Those disgusting fellows humiliated him so badly."

"this……"

"So from that day on, Professor Slughorn made all the materials I dealt with during confinement become materials for refining potions for life extension, fitness or enjoyment," Tom said, "He is a A true master of potions, through his techniques, Professor Slughorn has befriended many of the 'elites' of the wizarding world."

"The upper class?" Nelson lowered his voice and asked, "These upper class people are not upper class at all."

"At least they are willing to give some sponsorship to those students who have no money to learn potions," Tom said. "There are still some merits. I remember that those old men were only willing to deal with pure-blood wizards before."

"You don't even think about why," Nelson pouted, "They were all pure-bloods before, but now they are suddenly willing to fund those Muggle-born wizards."

"Does that mean Slughorn's potion is really good?"

"..." Nelson glanced at him faintly, "In fact, I haven't paid much attention to this aspect in the past few years, but I know that Grindelwald is a wizard supremacist. In the eyes of him and his followers, as long as it is Wizards, no matter their origin, are noble, and about one-third of the wizards in the world agree with him."

"You mean the British Ministry of Magic has been corrupted by Grindelwald?"

"It should have been corrupted by him a long time ago." Nelson smacked his lips and said, "The Ministry of Magic in many European countries is under the control of Grindelwald's saints."

"Excellent." Tom didn't have any special opinion on Grindelwald's concept, but was amazed by his ability. He raised his head and asked curiously, "By the way, you said that one-third of wizards agree with Grindelwald. DeVoe's point, what about the other two-thirds?"

"A third of them, like the trustees, are pure-blood supremacists," Nelson explained.

"What about a third?"

"They don't have a point of view, or in other words, they are a mess, so their point of view can't make a sound that can be heard by others." Nelson said, "For example: For hundreds of years, there have been rumors in the wizarding world. There is a saying that the offspring of a Muggle-born wizard are more likely to be a Squib."

"Isn't it?" said Tom, surprised. "I always thought so."

"Does anyone have any statistics?" Nelson asked back. "Have you heard of this report? How many Squibs were born in the UK this year, and what percentage of them are Muggle-born wizards... Listen Talk about a little bit of this kind of data?"

Tom lowered his head, thought for a moment, and replied, "It seems that there really isn't one."

"I've counted it." Tom had never seen Nelson show such a sharp and determined look. He glanced contemptuously at the wizards of all ages hanging on the wall, and said, "Muggle-born wizards don't give birth to many squibs. On the contrary, because of the kinship caused by the perennial intermarriage of pure-blood families, children born from this kind of inbreeding are more likely to become squibs—or even more dangerous existences.”

"Sometimes, what the most people say is not the truth." Nelson and Tom were walking down the stairs leading to the Slytherin lounge at the moment, he turned his head and smiled at the girl flashing past in the huge picture frame, He continued, "I have read through the memorabilia of magic and a rough history of magic from all over the world in the past few years. I found that the history of wizards is full of subjective speculation, hearsay and random fabrications, and the truth is hidden in the book by these people. back."

"So the truth you said is in the hands of the remaining third?" Tom didn't know how much brainstorming it took to connect these two topics together.

Nelson froze for a moment, stopped, and said softly, "If you want, then it is."