My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's interesting. I've said that this old woman has bad intentions."

In the secret room, Tom was like a bartender wiping a cup he didn't know where he got it. Nagini was swimming around on the smooth stone floor. After hearing Nelson talk about Professor Sykes' deception, he told her The address became "this old woman" and that "old woman". He put down his glass and said, "Before you were in a hurry, Aberforth told me a little secret. Do you want to hear it?"

"What secret?"

"True gossip," Tom smacked his lips and said disgustedly, but soon put on an excited expression, rubbed his hands and said, "Do you still remember the time before, when you met that old man in Dumbledore's office?" A woman thing? Dumbledore was still Aberforth back then."

"I remember, the embarrassment of that day is deeply engraved in my heart." Nelson lay on the hammock next to him, feeling uncomfortable all over. He twisted and twisted on the hammock, and finally sat down. I scratched the ground with my toes, and then I felt better, "Aberforth forced me to stay there that day, and asked me to pour tea."

"These are not important." Tom waved his hand and put the glass back in place.

"Isn't that important?"

"Think about it carefully, what did they say that day?" Tom raised his eyebrows and moved closer to Nelson.

"About why Jokunda crossed the Atlantic Ocean on a broom and landed at Grindelwald's party?"

"No, no, these are not important at all."

"It's not important, so what's important?" Nelson's head was full of question marks.

"Forget it," Tom waved his hands, sat on the ground leaning on the poles tied with the ropes of the hammock, raised his head, looked at Nelson and said, "I guess you have forgotten what happened that day, don't you think the atmosphere of that day Is it embarrassing?"

"I..." Nelson rolled his eyes, sat back on the hammock, and looked at Nagini swimming around.

"Do you remember that Alphard sent a note the next day saying that he suspected that she and Dumbledore had an old relationship?" Tom shrugged and said, "I thought it was pure nonsense at the time, after learning that Dumbledore and Grindel After Waugh's incident, I feel even more that this statement is nonsense."

"so what?"

"Actually, Alphard was right, but not quite right," Tom scratched his head, and said, "You just met Aberforth and rushed to see that old woman..."

"You should call her Professor Sykes, I have to think about who the old woman refers to."

"Well," Tom shrugged, "afterwards Aberforth asked what you were doing, and I told him about that...Professor Sykes, who, according to him, wrote to him Trust me."

"Oh? You mean, what happened to Professor Sykes and Aberforth?" Nelson became interested and turned over to sit instead of lying down.

"No," said Tom, rubbing his knuckles playfully, and squinting his eyes. "Actually, she wrote to Aberforth to know something about his brother."

"I remember Aberforth saying he didn't know, and even he was curious."

"Hmph," Tom rubbed his forehead, "you remember this quite clearly, but unlike you, Aberforth is a man of action who walks the talk. After Dumbledore came back, he focused his free time on Don't talk about this matter, it really made him dig out some interesting content."

"Oh hoo?"

"Aberforth said that Professor Sykes was a student of Ravenclaw when she was a student. At that time, she was full of interest in Dumbledore, but it was a pity that the great Dumbledore looked down on her, but she did not give up. , " Tom played with his fingers, showing a sarcasm smile, "It is said that one of the reasons why she came to Hogwarts to find a job was for Dumbledore. Unfortunately, this is a relationship that is impossible to have results.

"Indeed, it's impossible for Dumbledore to take a fancy to her," Nelson nodded, and said, "One of the reasons? Are there other reasons?"

"This is the important information I want to tell you." Nagini crawled slowly, put her head on Tom's arm, stretched out the letter and made a hissing sound, Tom patted her head and said, " Not every relationship will end without a problem, Dumbledore's situation is a bit special, if our plan is successful during the holidays, you can find true love by yourself."

After all, he raised his head, looked at Nelson, and said, "One day before, I went to the owl room on the top of the Ravenclaw tower to find the owl to send a letter. Normally, I was writing a letter to discuss the order with him, and when I was stuffing the letter into the mailbox, I heard someone talking loudly above my head, and some conflict broke out, and I kept arguing loudly."

"Is it Professor Sykes?"

"I used the Disillusionment Charm and the Disguise Charm, and climbed up the stairs to the rooftop. Of course, I didn't expect that the Disillusionment Charm, which I had only used a few times, would not be discovered by so many wizards." Tom shook his head. , but found that neither Nelson nor Nagini looked at him, so he said helplessly, "Well, it's Professor Sykes and a few wizards in black robes."

"Wizard in black robe?" Nelson's pupils tightened. Could this be Grindelwald's erosion of Hogwarts?

"No, no, I know what you're thinking, but their black robes are different from those of the Nurmengard wizards I've seen," Tom said. "The art style is very different, and it definitely belongs to another group."

"What are they arguing about?" Knowing that it wasn't Nurmengard, Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, "I was shocked, I thought my ordinary life was about to disappear."

"It might be worse than that," said Tom, shrugging. "In fact, your ordinary life might be gone."

"What?"

"Speaking of which, this matter has something to do with you."

"What can it have to do with me?"

"This group of wizards ordered a crouching demon from Professor Sykes, but when they first came to pick up the goods, they underestimated Hogwarts' defensive magic and were shocked by the electricity on the top of the Ravenclaw tower. The outside is coke and the inside is tender, but they still want to force their way in. At that time, the immature crouching demon was raised by Professor Sykes' sister, Jokunda Sykes - the woman I caught in Paris, her brain It’s not very easy to use, but it’s really good, relying on the school’s defensive magic to deal with those injured wizards for a long time, until the teacher arrived.”

"Why did she fight with those people? Isn't the Winged Demon going to sell them? Don't they plan to give money?"

"No, on the contrary, they brought a lot of sincerity, and some people will even pick up a few gold Galleons on the roof of the Ravenclaw tower later." Tom shrugged, "Who knows what disease she has, In order not to be checked by the professors later, she put the Winged Demon in a passing student's bag, but she was bitten by the Winged Demon halfway, so she forgot where she put the Winged Demon."

"Hehe..." Nelson grinned dryly and laughed twice.

"It's a bad lie, isn't it?" Tom curled his lips and said, "I don't think any normal person would believe it."

"Do those wizards who traded with Professor Sykes believe it?"

"Even if they are stupid, it's impossible for everyone to be stupid, so of course they don't believe it," Tom sneered, "They issued an ultimatum and ordered her to hand over the pre-ordered Winged Demon, otherwise, they would expose her to let go. The thing about them entering the school-this time they were not electrocuted, thanks to the cooperation of Professor Sykes... Should I say anything, they are really stupid, and they even brought money."

"Does she have another crouching demon?"

"It doesn't seem to be there," Tom said, "I also checked specifically. In the past 100 years, excluding the one on your body, the recorded winged demon has only appeared once, and it was from Newt Scamander In his hand, he once used the venom of the Winged Demon to erase the memories of the entire city, and that serious violation of the secrecy law also made him a person under surveillance."

"Is she after that croucher? Newt told me it's gone."

"Unfortunately, she's probably playing with the one in your hand." Tom turned his head and asked, "Is yours still there?"

"Uh..." Nelson scratched his head and said, "It may be here, or it may not be here, after all, it's not with me."

"Oh hoo?" Tom raised his eyebrows with an "I understand" expression.

"Of course, it depends on how much she gives." Nelson said righteously, "To be honest, I think it's very irresponsible for students to let people from outside the school in casually, let alone I really keep that one. The poison of beasts."

"Old wretch, but I really have to thank him," Tom joked, "it's a good thing he poisoned you, otherwise I might really beat you."

"Thank you, even with its help, you can't beat me."

"Really?"

"Do you want to try?" Nelson took out a handful of balls and held them in his hand.

"Bang bang bang!" The violent and frequent sound quickly echoed in the secret room.

...

"What are you doing?! Alphard!"

In the Potions class the next day, Professor Slughorn grabbed Alphard by the ear and lifted him up. Alphard's face was flushed, the cauldron in front of him was burnt red, and the lid of the pot collided violently with the wall of the pot. There was a disturbing "bang bang" sound, and the sharp-eyed Nelson had already dodged a few meters away to evacuate the surrounding students.

"Are you generating electricity in the crucible? What are you doing bang bang bang?" Professor Slughorn yelled at Alphard with a solemn expression. He pointed his wand at the crucible, pulled Alphard by the ear and threw him aside. A large silver cauldron was brought in, and Alphard's "bomb" that seemed to be about to explode was thrown into it. He waved his arms and shouted, "Get out, get out!"

It seemed that the impact of the impending explosion was wider than he expected. Nelson nodded and continued to help evacuate the distant classmates.

"If you really don't know how to do it, just learn from Nelson!" Slughorn handled the dangerous goods, and he didn't forget to teach Alphard a lesson, "Even if the potion rots in the pot, it's better than making a pot of explosives. If this is an exam, I'm even willing to give him 100 points!"

Seeing that all the students had evacuated, Slughorn raised his wand and swung it behind him. The door of the Potions classroom slammed shut. The corridor was full of students, and Nelson and Alphard collapsed. His stinky face was extremely conspicuous.

"Bang!" A loud noise several times louder than the sound of closing the door came from the classroom, and the entire Slytherin tower trembled with the sound of the explosion.

"Professor? Are you okay?" After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no subsequent explosion, Tom pushed open the door to find out.

"Don't come in!" Slughorn's reply was much faster than expected, and the door that had just been opened was closed again heavily.

Hearing the professor's angry shout, the students outside the door let go of their hearts hanging in their throats and began to discuss in a low voice. Standing in the eyes of everyone, Alphard felt ashamed.

"Alphad, I thought blowing up a cauldron was something only first graders could do," Tom whispered, poking Alphard's ribs with his elbow. Professor En was killed."

"Hey, I might be hanged from the beam by my grandmother and slaughtered," Alphard said with a sad face, "I wanted to make a kind of fireworks before, and I put one of the prepared materials in my pocket. When I was drinking the potion, I took it out of my pocket, and by the time I realized it, the cauldron had turned red."

"Hahaha..." The students around laughed like a barbell, and expressed their wishes for Alphard's next life.

"Alphad." Nelson squeezed to Alphard's side, calling out in a low voice.

"What's the matter, Nelson." Alphard said weakly, "Do you want to bless me? Oh yes...you think about it, after all, you are a prophet."

"No, Alphard," Nelson said seriously while suppressing a smile, "They're laughing at you, but I don't think so, I think you're a genius."

"Really?" Alphard's spirits improved a bit.

"Yes," Nelson nodded vigorously, and asked, "To tell you the truth, I am very interested in your potion, can you reproduce it?"

"Of course...forget it, I'd better tell you the formula." Alphard's eyes were full of apprehension, "I hope I can help you before I die, if you are willing to arrange a good fate for me in my next life, then I will give you a better life." It couldn't be better."

"I'm a wizard, not Hades..." Nelson rolled his eyes, and carefully recorded the formula of Alphard's explosive potion. Tom, who noticed all this, tightened his scalp and began to imagine Nelson's new explosive arrow.

"squeak--"

The classroom door opened, and Professor Slughorn, who had changed into a new suit, came out with a dark face. He blocked the classroom behind him and the eyes of the students full of interest, waved his hands weakly, and said, "Today's class will be Go up here and go back and write a little treatise on potion manifestation, ten inches long."

After that, he took two steps back and walked back to the classroom.

"By the way!" Professor Slughorn poked his head out of the classroom again, scanning the crowd. Finally, he found his target and gave Alphard a hard look, "Alphad, you write thirty inches ! Write it yourself! Come to my office at 7 o'clock tomorrow night for confinement!"