My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's lucky to say that, if there is no Gnar, I may have to renege on my promise and lose weight."

Tom smiled easily, and stroked Nagini's painfully writhing body. Under his comfort, Nagini regained his composure. In those abrupt eyes, complex emotions unique to human beings flickered, and she twisted her body. Nelson stretched out his long tail and hooked Tom around the waist, pulling him to Nelson's side.

Tom and Nelson stood side by side, looking at the ever-changing fog ahead. In this strange world full of danger and death, he felt at ease like never before. Alien, he turned his head eagerly, smiled at Nelson, and said confidently, "Let's start."

"There's no need to be in such a hurry...Look at you, you get excited when you hear about beating snakes, which scares Nagini." Nelson rubbed his chin and said, "We'd better make a plan first, at least scare her away." Animagus figured it out."

"Aren't you going to practice Animagus?" Tom pouted, "You're not very good at it."

"I can't? I know Animagus well," Nelson said, hammering Tom's chest lightly, "I understand the wizard's Animagus, but the transformation of the blood-cursed orc is still different, after all From the appearance of the Animagus until now, I have never heard of Fantastic Beasts transforming on their own."

"Nagini is not a magical creature."

"That's true," Nelson nodded, took out his wand and tapped it lightly, a transparent bubble floated from the tip of the wand, wrapped Nagini's soul, and led her towards a path branched by the fog wall. "Let's go, let's find a professional to learn from."

"professional?"

Tom followed Nelson's footsteps, shook his arm, and found that his wand hadn't fallen out. He frowned, and shook his arm again, but when there was no response, he simply put his hand into his sleeve, "The last time I came, it didn't come out." Find out, Gnar, can't you bring your wand in?"

"What do you think this is?" Nelson raised his wand and picked his chin. "Didn't I say that this is my world, and only I can bring my wand in."

He raised his wand as if to show off, the fog walls on both sides of the path surged and separated to the two sides, pillars made of fog stood upright, under Tom's gaze, a pure white King's Cross station platform appeared In front of him, he even heard a "whoop" whistle coming from a distance, and after a while, a pure white Hogwarts Express stopped on the railroad tracks in front of the two of them.

"Let's go, let's go by train." Nelson walked into the carriage, which seemed to be a dining car, and he picked a seat by the window, beckoning Tom to sit down.

Tom scratched his head stiffly, and sat across from Nelson. Seeing his appearance, Nelson smiled, "Do you now regret that you were able to fly when you bought the wand?"

"I regret it?" said Tom stiff-mouthed. "I can fly! You know? Much handsomer than those guys on broomsticks!"

"But what does that have to do with me?" Nelson rubbed Tom's hair backhand with a smile, and said, "Anyway, I don't know how to ride a broom, at worst I can buy a flying carpet... By the way, you should improve your schedule Now, this hair volume is a bit dangerous."

"It's okay," Tom rubbed his hair, and said, "I used to stay up late and lose my hair, but after using Porter's shampoo, the symptoms have been relieved a lot."

"Why don't you keep using it?" Nelson asked curiously.

The car door closed, and the white scenery on both sides began to recede slowly.

"I've been busy recently. I haven't been to Diagon Alley much. I'll go shopping tomorrow." Tom continued to rub his hair, and gently brushed it. When he saw the two strands of hair in the palm of his hand, his expression was a little frightened, as if this was Biglinde Wo blowing up Hogwarts was even more terrible. He clenched his right hand and said heavily, "I will definitely go tomorrow."

"Oh, remember to bring me a Mandrake, or a few leaves." Nelson nodded and said casually.

"Aren't you going with me?" Tom raised his eyebrows, his tone a bit sharp.

"I'll—" Nelson thought about how to argue.

"..."

"Okay, I'll go together tomorrow." Nelson pouted, and said, "Didn't Professor Slughorn say that someone was coming to see me? I'll go when I'm done. It's the weekend anyway..."

"That's about the same. Don't try to ask me to buy things for you. I don't have any money." Tom groaned.

"You have no money? Don't think I don't know why the secret room is so dark..."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Just as Tom was about to make an excuse, the siren sounded.

"Come on, let's go find a professional."

Nelson took off the Gaunt family ring, put on the green Ouroboros ring, put it on the little finger and held it with the other hand and turned it gently. He stood up and led Nagini to the car door.

"Can you even conjure up the railway system?" Tom followed Nelson, he was more interested in the sound of sirens than "professionals".

"Not really, not even the wheels of the train will turn," Nelson stuck out his tongue, and picked up the wand hidden in his sleeve, "As for the deceleration and the sound of the siren, it's just to match the atmosphere."

"..."

The two walked off the platform, and the train behind them slowly collapsed, and the white mist quickly merged into the endless fog wall. Soon, the fog wall behind the two of them closed, leaving only the huge space in front of them. A black upside-down high tower extended downwards from an invisible place above the head, and the slender and sharp spire pointed directly at a person who was firmly bound by iron chains.

The despicable Haierbo didn't know what evil he had done, so he was tied up.

Tom looked at the upside-down black tower, and his heart was full of admiration for the spectacle.

"I'm going to build one too."

He turned his head and looked at Nelson beside him, only to see that he was holding a green-tipped paintbrush and drawing something on his wrist.

The two got closer and closer, and Tom could already vaguely see the figure bound by the iron chain—it was a man with a haggard face, like a skeleton, with only a bunch of dry and gray hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. One layer after another, and in the gaps between the iron chains, white mist could be seen drilling in and out, and there was a dense friction sound, as if tens of thousands of insects were constantly gnawing at his bones and bones. offal.

"What are you drawing?" Tom asked curiously.

Nelson did not answer him, but Helbo, in chains, answered the question.

"Great master, your painting skills are really getting better and better..." His voice was weak and lifeless, but there was no lack of flattery in it.

"No, Haierbo." Nelson pouted, and continued to paint on his hands without raising his head, "I remember that I drew better last time, after all, I can hook you who have already been tricked once again. attack me."

"My kind master, your painting skills are really superb..." Hai Erbo repeated the compliment like a broken gramophone, "Didn't you learn the protective spell last time? The intention of your humble servant is to help You test the results of your studies, your humble servant knows very well that a person as weak as dust like him will never hurt a single hair of his mighty master."

"Is your condition serious again?"

Nelson looked at Hai Erbo with disgust. For three years, he often came to the Misty Illusion to practice magic or hide things, even though Hai Erbo had clearly understood that he could control the Misty Fog, and the Misty Fog was like a food chain for wandering souls like him. However, he sharpened his head and launched many short-term attacks on himself in the past three years. He stretched out his hand as if holding it in front of him, and the chain slowly retracted, sending out a burst of toothache Cracking voice, he said coldly, "What is your new symptom? Can't you even use the first person?"

"I was wrong, wise master, look at your stupid servant, who can't even speak." Although Haierbo's tone was full of pleading, when it fell into the ears of others, it always felt full of sarcasm.

"Tsk tsk," Tom stood beside Nelson and pointed. As a young wizard with a keen interest in black magic, he knew the despicable Helbo very well. He rubbed his chin and asked, "You chained him here Is it?"

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "don't worry, a Horcrux owner with a broken soul like him will never die no matter what."

"I'm not worried about whether he will die. To be honest, I thought you would crush this inhumane guy into ashes," Tom pouted, and said, "I'm just surprised that such a powerful black wizard To have ended up like this, I thought that wizards with Horcruxes would be immortal."

"You're right, he's not dead," Nelson pouted in Haierbo's direction, and said, "Look, he's still alive and well, it's just that the Horcrux's fault tolerance rate is a bit low, so I have to make sure that I won't be killed by others." If you defeat it, you won't be sealed."

"Noble master, what you said is that I have fully realized the dangers of Horcruxes." Haierbo's voice came again, "If there is a chance to do it again, I will definitely not make Horcruxes again."

"Okay, tell me where the remaining Horcruxes are, and I'll help you destroy all the junk."

Hai Erbo stopped talking.

"It's boring." Nelson let go of his hand, and the iron chain that restrained Hai Erbo was also loosened. He fell to the ground with a "bang", rolled and crawled half of his body to Nelson's feet, and he threw it away with some disgust. He flicked his foot, "Honestly, Haierbo, I always thought that, as a famous dark wizard in history, you should have some integrity."

"What is that?" Hai Erbo was not ashamed, but proud.

"In the beginning, I thought that facing a great wizard like you, we can find a place, change a table, sit down and drink tea while talking about things, and some transactions are not impossible." Nelson sighed, as if it was true As if feeling sorry for Haierbo, he shook his head and said, "I never thought we would have the relationship we have now."

"Under your light, my rags are worthless, and the only thing I can offer is my loyalty."

Tom felt a little sick and turned his head away.

"Okay..." Nelson held his forehead, "I came to you this time because I want to ask you something."

"You say." Hai Erbo arched forward twice, trying to reach Nelson's trousers.

"Look at this blood-cursed orc I brought." Nelson carefully dragged Nagini's body beside him, and took a step forward to stand between Haierbo and Nagini, "Can you change the pair? Disgusting look."

"As ordered."

Haierbo opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, his lower body grew out, and he soon turned into a youthful appearance. He knelt down on the ground and raised his head, only then did he dare to look at the two who came with Nelson.

"Oh?" He found a clue, let out a little snort, fixed his eyes on Tom, and paid no attention to Nagini next to him.

"Peverell?" Haier squinted his eyes, looking in Tom's direction, ready to move. He lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, then shook his head violently, raised his head to stare at Tom's face and squeezed out another surname. "Slytherin?!"

"Hiss... so disgusting." Tom took a step back as if being targeted by a pervert, and whispered in Nelson's ear.

"At least it proves that you look like two famous wizards." Nelson shrugged.

"What you said made me resist this."

Nelson stepped forward, stood in front of Tom, and snapped, "I told you to go and see her, what are you doing!"

"Holding...Sorry," Haierbo withdrew his gaze and looked at Nagini in the transparent bubble. He only took one look and then withdrew his gaze, "I didn't expect their family to be extinct. Where did you buy it?" This blood-cursed orc."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to the transparent bubble that wrapped Nagini.

Nelson reacted very quickly, raised his leg and kicked Hai Erbo's outstretched black hand.

"I'm sorry," Hai Erbo kowtowed and said, "The blood-cursed orc you brought was cursed by me back then. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down..."

"Can you lift the blood curse?" Nelson didn't hold out much hope.

"Hold... sorry, I can't do it," Haierbo said, lying on the ground, "If she was just born, I could, but now, if she is separated by force, she will die. Inspired by the medicinal materials of 'Cordyceps', the beast soul of the blood curse is a parasite that resides in the wizard's body, it will continue to devour the vitality of the host until it is completely replaced..."

"It's still useless." Tom shook his head disappointed.

"It's still useful." Nelson turned around and raised his arm. An iron chain flew from behind Haierbo, wrapped around his ankle, and dragged him back. "At least we know the blood curse." It makes sense, the thing I was most afraid of did not happen, the blood curse is not fusion, but devouring, which at least proves that Nagini's consciousness and the snake are still two relatively independent entities."

Tom nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Haierbo, who was dragged and flew backwards, opened his mouth and yelled at Tom in Parseltongue.