My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore strode into the building of the orphanage. He was tall and extraordinary. In the orphanage where the average per capita was malnourished, he looked yellow and skinny, but compared with the children playing around the campfire downstairs, He seemed to match the bare yard and gloomy buildings of the orphanage better.

He walked into the entrance hall of the orphanage and saw Mrs. Cole, who had an anxious face and was as thin as everyone else. At this moment, she was holding a handkerchief to clean a little girl's charcoal-stained face, while threatening her: " Chickenpox also messes up your face. If you don’t wash your face well, be careful to leave scars later!" She turned her head and saw Dumbledore entering through the door. She raised her head in surprise and finally saw Dumbledore’s face. .

　　 "Good afternoon." Dumbledore extended his right hand to Mrs. Cole, "I am Albus Dumbledore who wrote to you earlier, and you invite me to come here today."

Mrs. Cole was stunned. She seemed to have forgotten the invitation to this guest. She hurriedly stretched out her hand, drew back and rubbed on her apron, reached out to Dumbledore again, and took his hand: "Please Come into my room, let's sit down and talk." After that, Dumbledore was led into a room as shabby as the foyer and courtyard.

　　 "You are a respectable lady!" Dumbledore looked around the room and said deeply to Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Cole smiled awkwardly at him and asked him to sit on a rickety chair while she sat across the table.

　　 "Mrs. Cole, I am here mainly for the things of Tom Riddle and Nelson Williams." Dumbledore was straightforward.

　　 "What about them?" Mrs. Cole was still a little confused. She glanced at the purple suit on the man opposite, and asked Dumbledore nervously: "Are you planning to adopt them?"

　　 "No, I am a teacher," Dumbledore explained, "I want to invite them to our school."

　　 "Your school? What school is it?"

　　 "The name of the school is Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied.

　　 "Why are you interested in them both?"

　　 "We think they have some qualities that we value."

　　 Mrs. Cole became more suspicious of the man who claimed to be a teacher in front of her. She asked: "You mean they won a scholarship? But as far as I know they have never submitted an application to any school."

　　 "That's it, their names have been written in our files since they were born."

　　 "Mr. Williams has relatives alive, maybe they helped to register. But what about Riddle? Did his parents register for him?" Mrs. Cole continued to ask.

Dumbledore couldn’t stand up to Mrs. Cole’s continuous questioning. This shrewd woman gave him a lot of pressure. He decided to solve the problem by magic—he took his wand from his pocket and waved it at a blank sheet of paper on the table. He waved it and handed it to Mrs. Cole: "You can understand everything by looking at this."

Mrs. Cole took the paper in a daze, stared at it for a while, and returned the paper to Dumbledore. "There is no problem with the procedure." She nodded to Dumbledore. "Do you like gin? ?"

　　 "It would be great if I could have a drink." Dumbledore responded with a smile.

Mrs. Cole filled two glasses of wine, clinked glasses with Dumbledore, picked up her own glass and said it was dry, then smashed her mouth and spoke, "Dumpton... sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, you are willing to give Tom that child A future is really good, and we have always been worried about his future."

　　 Dumbledore raised his glass and motioned her to continue.

"Tom... Tom’s child’s life is not very good, but which child in the orphanage has a good life? Tom and I came here almost together. I remember it clearly. That was the first time I lived here since I came here. This new year, on the night before the new year, there was heavy snow that day, and a girl with a big belly came here...Hum, we have experienced a lot of this kind of things, but..." She helped the little girl wipe her face before taking out that piece. Wiped the corners of his eyes with his handkerchief.

　　 "I can understand." Dumbledore was deep and solemn, "I have experienced this kind of thing."

"You are such a delicate person." Mrs. Cole continued: "She fell on the steps and we helped her into the house. In less than an hour she gave birth to Tom, and less than an hour later. She died."

　　 "Does she have any last words?" Dumbledore became interested, "like the father of that child?"

"She said that she hopes her child will look like a dad. I have one thing to say. I think her idea is correct. She is really not upright, but Tom’s eldest should follow her father. You will see him later. You know, he is very handsome." She poured herself half a glass of wine and drank it in one sip, "Then she named the child, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom is the child’s father’s name, Marvolo in the middle follows her father, and Riddle is the child's surname. Tom's name is quite ordinary, and Marvolo is a little weird." She said in a polite way.

"Later we named the child according to the last words, but no one named Tom, Marvolo or Riddle came to him. He seemed to have been alone since he was born, and he could only grow up in an orphanage." Mrs. Cole seemed to be drunk, her face flushed, "We are all worried. Generally speaking, this kind of child is prone to psychological problems, and he is also a little withdrawn, a little weird from his infancy to the present... These days, you are an educator, and you should know that our kind of orphanage does not have the budget to hire a psychologist."

　　 "That's it," Dumbledore nodded, but curiously, and asked, "You said, generally speaking?"

"Yes, generally speaking. Tom made friends in the orphanage, which made him a lot of sunshine. Yes, made friends, you are going to take another child to school, Mr. Williams is his good friend , They are inseparable. But who resists making friends with Nelson? He is very good, very sensible, humble and gentle, not like a child of this age." Mrs. Cole's eyes lost their focus again, as if they were remembering something. "But after they got together, strange things often happened."

　　 "Weird thing? What weird thing is?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"Uh. I don't know if the staff has developed the habit of blaming their negligence on their heads. There are many such things. For example, Martha's was injured, we bandaged her, and the gauze fell off the next day. Later, I found that there was no injury to Martha’s leg at all, it was like a prank, oh yes, Martha lived next to Nelson. Once they were playing chess in Tom’s room, and then the window of the room exploded. Do you understand, it exploded Then Tom had to live in the hall." Mrs. Cole said happily, "One more time, I saw a cat flying out of the water to the shore in front of Nelson, just like a water bird, flying out!"

　　 "After all that, you didn't say anything about Mr. Williams." Dumbledore became a little curious. "Can you tell me about him?"

Mrs. Cole looked up at Dumbledore and said: "Nelson would have been adopted by his aunt, but as you know, our government has a special policy for war orphans. His uncle is a reporter who travels frequently, and his aunt does not have a stable job. , So the adoption procedures have not been completed. He himself said that he wanted to live with his friends. Sometimes he would go to live with his aunt. Today is Sunday, and he usually comes to the orphanage to help after attending the service on Sunday. Our nurses like him very much, no one will dislike him."

　　 "War Orphans?" Dumbledore whispered, "Tom Marvolo and Nelson Wiltning."

　　 "Are you sure you will take them to your school, right?"

"I am sure."

　　 "Tom really should change to a new environment and make some new friends. Other children dare not deal with him."

　　 "He will like the new school."

　　 "I hope so. You must really want to meet them in person." Mrs. Cole stood up.

　　 "That couldn't be better." Dumbledore stood up after her.

　　 Mrs. Cole led him to the door of the office. Dumbledore opened the door first, and asked Mrs. Cole to go first, only to see a person standing at the door.

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Dumbledore carefully looked at the boy blocking the door. Although Tom was short compared to Dumbledore, Tom was taller for an eleven-year-old human child, with black hair, black eyes and Dumbledore looked at each other.

　　Mrs. Cole was a little surprised when she saw Tom, and then said, "Tom, this Mr. Dumbledore is here to see you. You can take him to your room and talk, I'll go to Nelson."

　　 "No, ma'am, Nelson is on the top of the building, I'll call him later." He was talking to Mrs. Cole, but his eyes never moved away from Dumbledore.

　　Mrs. Cole nodded and motioned for the two of them to talk first, then walked back to the office and closed the door.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Tom. Tom hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand to hold Dumbledore. Then he turned and led Dumbledore to his room without saying a word on the way. .

　　 "I'm Professor Dumbledore." After Tom took out a chair and asked Dumbledore to sit down, Dumbledore spoke first.

　　 "Professor?" Tom made a strange expression, "Why did the professor look for me? When I was not in college yet." He was a little alert.

　　 "I work in a school called Hogwarts, and I'm here to invite you to my school—your new school."

　　 Tom looked at him, did not speak, Dumbledore continued: "Hogwarts, is a school for people with special talents."

　　 Tom looked at Dumbledore’s fuchsia suit suspiciously. He felt that this man was a liar, and he still did not speak.

　　 "Hogwarts is a school of magic."

　　 When he heard the words "School of Magic", Tom was shocked, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore's eyes again.