My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

It has been two weeks since he returned to school from the Wizengamot, and Nelson's campus life is on the right track. There are fewer curious eyes on him. He wakes up on time every day, goes to class, and studies. An ordinary and fulfilling campus life Finally returned to his side. Although he had previously borrowed from Ilvermorny, he always traveled between the United States and Krakow. This peaceful life at Hogwarts was extremely precious to Nelson, and he was even a little unaccustomed to it.

The mournful cry hidden in the Order of the Guardian of the Garter disappeared. It was like a ghost who died under Hai Erbo's hand. It took all its strength to say that sentence, even though Nelson tried various stimuli. Couldn't get a response, it seems to have been wiped out. And the medal has also become an ordinary silver hoop. Except for some faint silver light, it seems to be no different from ordinary ornaments. The war belonging to it has long since ended, and the current dementor is just a servant of the wizard. He has already completed his mission.

Oddly, some students from pure-blood families always saluted Nelson when they met him, which seemed to be an ancient custom for Guardians, and he was flattered.

On Wednesday morning, Nelson got up from the bed as usual, washed up early, and sat in the Slytherin lounge waiting for Tom who was a bit sleepy. He found a recliner with green velvet upholstery, lay on it comfortably, and watched The fireplace is in a daze.

The blazing fire made half of Nelson's face red, and his thoughts were in a trance. The furnishings in the lounge were almost unchanged from before he left, only the cushions on the benches changed colors, and the sofa and coffee table changed. One of the pillars against the wall was dented, and a few pieces of debris fell, which are said to have been left behind by Alphard when he tried to open a new secret passage leading to Hogsmeade in the Slytherin lounge in his third year. Evidence, even though he was caught by Professor Slughorn, who had just chiseled the corner twice, and accepted the one-year cleaning work with a smile, Dumbledore still did not destroy the structure. A small trace remained—a memorial, he said, to the students' determination to be free.

Nelson couldn't help laughing silently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned on the cushion to adjust a comfortable posture, and the dancing flames looked the same as they were many years ago.

The last time I nested here, I still wrote to Jonas over there, right? Nelson could not help looking at an open space by the fireplace. The weather is not too cold now, and the students moved the tables and benches by the fireplace to a relatively cool place. He squinted his eyes and looked for the place he liked to sit on back then The chair was never found, and it seemed to have been taken by someone else, much to Nelson's regret.

"Ah..." He covered his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and yawned big.

"Who is so early...huh? Nelson?" A group of black shadows ran outside like crazy. After seeing Nelson, she turned her head and stopped.

"Morning, Walburga." Nelson straightened up, raised his hand, and greeted Walburga who was holding a small bowl and a fork in his mouth.

"Morning, do you get up so early? Do you have classes early in the morning?" Walburga approached, standing in front of Nelson and looking down at him.

"Yes, there will be a history of magic later." Nelson nodded.

"History of Magic, that's no wonder." Walburga nodded, "Then it doesn't matter if you get up early, anyway, you can catch up on sleep in class... By the way, where is Tom?"

"I'm probably brushing his teeth." Nelson shrugged. "He slept a little late last night and was sleepy this morning. I'll wait for him here for a while. Do you have anything to do? Go quickly."

He narrowed his eyes and was about to lie down on the cushion again.

"Oh!" Walburga replied, but the sound of footsteps did not come. He opened his eyes and found that Walburga had put aside the small bowl in his hand, which contained half a piece of yellow pudding. The fork was tremblingly inserted into it, and Walburga was sitting on a chair beside him, wringing his hands, biting his lower lip tightly, as if he had something difficult to say.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Nelson rolled over from the recliner, walked over to Walburga, and found a chair to sit beside.

"There's something there, but I think it's a little too disrespectful, too pushy, and I can't even say it..."

The young witch said with some frustration.

"It's okay, let's talk, it's not hard to say it." Nelson said.

"..."

Walburga opened and closed his mouth, struggled a lot, and said, "It's like this, if you find it difficult, you can refuse me directly, and I don't want you to agree to them."

"They? Promise what?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Is someone coercing you?"

"Coercion?" Walburga shook his head, "Not really, it's just my family members, you know, the Black family is full of blood lunatics and criminals, of course, except for me."

Nelson nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"Oh, except Alphard," she suddenly thought of her younger brother, added a sentence, and continued, "The Black family has been in decline for many years, and there is a room full of Garen who has never held any actual power. It made my uncle and grandpa feel like they were dishonoring the family lineage, and they've been looking for a chance to make a comeback for the past two years."

"They want to join me?" Nelson didn't react, pointing to himself and said, "I don't want to be the Minister of Magic."

"No, no, you misunderstood," Walburga explained, "they want to ask you for an introduction...introduction..."

She suddenly got stuck, with a little fear in her eyes.

"Introduce Grindelwald?" Nelson asked. After saying the name, the flame in the fireplace trembled. For three years, Grindelwald not only focused on teaching Nelson, but also his own affairs. After Nelson returned Two weeks before Hogwarts, Grindelwald had just held a public meeting in Slovenia with the ministers of magic from the countries in the Prussian region. During the meeting, the ministers of magic from the countries in the Prussian region jointly announced a big news ——They will unify all arrests and accusations against wizards with Nurmengard status, and hire weapons from Nurmengard, that is, invite Nurmengard to send troops to their country.

About one million square kilometers of European territory has been branded with Grindelwald, which has aroused serious vigilance in countries around the world, including the United Kingdom, but the attitudes of the Ministry of Magic in many countries are still ambiguous on this matter, and some Taking a wait-and-see attitude, some have fallen to Grindelwald.

At the same time, Grindelwald announced the recall of all the wizards sent by Nurmengard, and then dispatched them separately. This means that a wizard war that has lasted for several years has come to an end in stages, and the momentum of a new round of expansion will be even more difficult. In this all-out war provoked by Armando Dippet, the headmaster of Hogwarts whose whereabouts are still unknown, wizards on both sides have exercised great restraint except for Armando Dippet himself. Casualties are not unacceptable, which is one of the reasons why many countries are willing to cooperate with him after Grindelwald recalled his men.

The country controlled by Grindelwald, the country opposed to Grindelwald's claim, and the country watching the fire from the other side have fallen into a strange three-legged dynamic balance.

A family with such a long history and a large number of people like Black would hardly do anything to help them in a timely manner. After carefully studying Grindelwald's claims and influence, they decided resolutely! Find an opportunity to ask the Dark Lord if he would like to play with himself. After all, besides Dumbledore, which pure-blood wizard can refuse a world ruled by wizards?

"They have been urging me for a long time. I told them that I had asked before, but it was quickly discovered. This time they brought this specially..."

Walburga blushed, and took out a heavy black package from behind. When he saw the package, Nelson raised his eyebrows. Just looking at the material of the package, the contents inside would definitely not be cheap. Walburga Carefully put the package on the table, untied the knot, a black square box inlaid with black glass on both sides appeared in front of him, under Nelson's puzzled eyes, Walburga explained with tears: "This is The camera...can record images and sounds. My grandfather said that if I didn't come to ask you, he would erase my name from the family tree. They also asked me to find a place to secretly take pictures, but I don't think it's very good... You just have to say no to it..."

"Didn't your grandfather consider that he might irritate me and even irritate Grindelwald by forcing you like this..."

As Nelson was talking, he suddenly realized and asked, "How does he know that I know Grindelwald well?"

"I don't know..." Walburga looked like she was about to cry. She picked up the camera and revealed another small package underneath, "This is a thank you gift from him, and there is a Nurmengard's nomination."

"Do you think it will be bad if I don't accept it?" Nelson suddenly smiled and pointed at the package, and said, "Okay, you can record it."

"Okay... okay." Walburga sniffed her nose, her ladylike demeanor was gone, she held up the black square box, adjusted it for a while, and asked Nelson, "Nelson, can you introduce me His family to the Lord Dark Lord?"

"No, this sentence won't work," Nelson said, waving his hand, "Grindelwald doesn't like being called the Dark Lord. He always thought he was a good man."

"What do you say?"

"Grindelwald will do."

"Nelson, can I trouble you to introduce my family to Lord Grindelwald?"

After all, Walburga showed a relieved expression, and she waited for Nelson to say the word of refusal, and then immediately sent the damn camera back!

But Nelson didn't speak for a long time, he just kept a straight face, facing the black glass in front of him.

Just when Walburga thought Nelson had fallen asleep, he suddenly smiled at the camera and asked:

"why not?"

"Huh——" Walburga heard Nelson's answer, and immediately turned off the camera, and heaved a sigh of relief. A big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and her name was finally replaced by a small hole poked by a cigarette butt. .

"Wait?" She woke up suddenly from joy, stared at Nelson with wide eyes, and asked loudly, "What did you say?"

"I said, why not?" Nelson spread his hands and winked at Walburga.

"I..." Her voice faltered again.

"Don't you want the Black family to contact Grindelwald?" Nelson scratched his head. "It seems that I made a mistake. Let's reshoot."

Walburga hadn't recovered from the huge shock, but she instinctively hugged the camera, shook her head and said, "No!"

"Oh?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also yearn for the life across the strait. He waved his hand in front of Walburga, "Wake up!"

"I...Of course I am willing. There is no family that is unwilling to contact him," Walburga said excitedly. "I just...but, I didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect me to agree?" Nelson shook his head. "If Black agrees with Grindelwald, he can be found no matter how difficult it is, but if Black doesn't agree, then even if I invite you to eat together, there will be no conversation at the table." Let’s go together, why should I let you bother in vain? But there is no family who is unwilling to contact him... what does it mean?"

"The Selwin and Bulstrode families are very close to our family, so they often discuss things together. It is their consensus to join Grindelwald."

"What kind of 'no family' is this..."

"No, Nelson, you may not understand. Among the pure-blood wizards in the UK, these three families are the loudest, and then it is the turn of the Malfoy family. As for the other families, they can only wave their flags behind. Of course, Dumbledore's family is not included here."

"That's it." Nelson nodded. It turned out that it was all of this kind of composition, no wonder he was hooked away by Grindelwald across the strait.

"Thank you so much! Gnar!"

Walburga was digesting her joy, but she finally revealed her identity. At this moment, she was so excited that she remembered Nelson's nickname, grabbed the small package wrapped in the big package, and stuffed it into Nelson's arms, with a smile on her face. Looking at the tears left by the fear of being expelled from the family.

"Morning Gnar." Tom was fully dressed and yawned as he walked down the stairs and came to the lounge. Since he closed his eyes while yawning, he didn't see the scene downstairs for the first time. When he opened the In his eyes, the tear-stained Walburga was trying to push a tightly wrapped object into Nelson's arms. He took two steps back and asked Nelson, "You rejected her?" Confession?"

Walburga was about to explain, but Tom raised his hands and took two steps back, saying loudly, "Walburga, I don't see anything, you go on, you go on."

"I--"

"Come on!" Tom's voice floated from upstairs.