My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

When it rains suddenly in a city that is prone to smog every year, pedestrians can hardly see anything.

In the western suburbs of London, in a mass grave that can hardly be called a cemetery, a piece of dirty marble lies quietly in the inner part. Compared with other tombs outside, the place is overgrown with weeds, and it seems that there has been no one for a long time Set foot.

There was a moderate amount of rain in the foggy city today, and the air was rippling and misty. Tom stood quietly in front of the marble slab, his waist was straight, his black suit was wet by the rain, and the slab was black. The hair lost its original shape under the washing of the rain, and became soft and comfortable, sticking wetly to his scalp, covering his pale and frown brows, but there was no trace of melancholy or self-pity in his eyes. He stared at the slate in front of him with an expression, unable to see what was going on in his heart.

Nelson was holding a black umbrella with another folded hanging from the handle.

Standing not far behind Tom, looking at his friend who was bathed in the rain, he unconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella, his bony hands became more and more bony, and he held a bouquet of small lily flowers that seemed to be no longer needed , stroking the crude black ring on his index finger, and said softly, "Tom, do you want to see her?"

His voice seemed to be muffled by the omnipresent sound of rain. Tom didn't respond, but just maintained his initial posture stiffly. From the hem of his dripping jacket, it could be seen that he had been standing here for a while.

Merope Gaunt, this crappy witch was bullied by the Gaunt family so much that she ran away from home. Although she left the home that can be called the Devil's Nest, her ending did not seem to be much better than her father's. At least Marvolo took his son's income from pawning the family's belongings to survive the last few years to maintain food and clothing, but Merope finally died on a dirty delivery bed in a dilapidated orphanage on a snowy night. Her body was also buried in this dilapidated cemetery together with those homeless people who died on the streets of London, after holding a hasty mass.

Several numbers filled with mud were engraved on the marble. Tom bent down and wiped off the filth on the slate with his hands. After more than ten minutes, the surface of the slate became more muddy and dirty, and even the original handwriting disappeared. He couldn't see clearly, and Tom's clean hands were worse than the dirt on the ground.

Nelson also held the umbrella, and stood quietly behind him for more than ten minutes. Looking at Tom's clumsy movements, he felt that he saw himself a few years ago.

"Need help?" The rain was getting heavier, Nelson took off his suit jacket and handed it forward. This jacket was drier than Tom's clothes, but it was already soaked. This umbrella was like Tom's mother. , it does exist, but it does not play the role of sheltering people under the umbrella in the wind and rain.

"No," Tom's voice was very hoarse, he turned his head slowly, this time he heard Nelson's words clearly, nodded stiffly, and stretched out his dirty hand, "Thank you."

Nelson threw the coat forward, and it fell into Tom's hands.

He spread out Nelson's coat, spread it on the marble slab, and rubbed it vigorously as a rag. Looking at the handwriting on the slate that was gradually clear under the wash of the heavy rain, he stood up straight and looked down at the slate.

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1927.1

So many people died this month, we don't even know the names of some of them, but may God forgive them for their sins in this life.

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The handwriting was somewhat familiar. Tom raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and let the rain flow on his face wantonly. He opened his eyes wide and opened his arms, like a child who has just been sent to a boarding school on the weekend of the first week. Like a mother's embrace.

"Pitiful."

Tom turned his head without hesitation, took off his coat, dried it with magic, and threw it at Nelson, then picked up the dirty coat that had changed color on the marble slab, and put With it on his shoulders, he walked towards Nelson, ducked under the umbrella, took the flower in Nelson's hand, and threw it beside the slate.

Looking at the ring that Nelson rubbed with his thumb, he shook his head lightly, "No, I don't want to say anything to her... Besides, she might think so too."

Nelson didn't know what to say, he didn't even believe that there would be any parent-child relationship between Tom Riddle and Merope Gunter, but...they were mother and son after all.

At such a time, any comfort is useless, he can only make his hand holding the umbrella firmer, and secretly make the umbrella cover a little bigger.

"Let's go." Standing in the rain for a long time made Tom's lips pale. He suppressed the trembling desire, wiped his hands on his pants, and took Nelson's arm towards the exit of the cemetery. "How can God deserve to forgive others?" ?”

The two of them jumped over the pool on the dirt floor and walked on the dirt road that was more difficult than they had come. Tom whispered in a voice that Nelson couldn't hear, "Only people can forgive others."

"What did you say?" Nelson tilted the umbrella in Tom's direction. The path was narrow, and the two of them could only hold one umbrella.

"Nothing," said Tom, shaking his head. "I mean, it's a pity, so many mounds, I don't even know which one she's buried under."

"She'll know."

"It's better for her not to know." Tom pouted, and the two walked out of the cemetery to a fairly wide path. He took off the black umbrella hanging from the handle of Nelson's umbrella, held it up, and walked aside. Finally he shivered.

The weather seemed to be playing tricks on him too. As soon as he held up the umbrella, the rain stopped, and even the clouds were quickly blown away by the ensuing wind. The two of them unexpectedly encountered a rare sunny day in London. The sun was out, but the wind made the wet Tom feel colder and colder. Seeing that there was no one around, Nelson waved his wand and dried Tom's clothes.

Tom smiled helplessly, put away the umbrella that had just been opened, and the two walked towards the west city together. Behind them, an inconspicuous rainbow peeked out from the horizon.

After the two left, the bunch of small white flowers that fell by the stone slab was blown away by a sudden gust of wind, and the white and tiny petals flew everywhere. When the gust of wind calmed down, the petals slowly fell to the ground, trees and water. In pits, they quickly melt into the soil and take root, sprout, head, and bloom within minutes.

Soon, the dilapidated cemetery was full of unnamed little white flowers. Although the facilities and tombstones were still dilapidated, they could always let the people underground sleep peacefully.

In such a weather and at such a young age, few London citizens would choose to come to such a far place. Nelson and Tom rarely enjoyed the tranquility along the way until a familiar owl flew from afar.

Its passionate cry made the western suburbs more quiet, Tom raised his hand and let the owl land on his arm.

It had a metal post box strapped to its leg and was holding a small package in its paws.

"Guildford Manor Road, Mr. Nelson Williams and Mr. Tom Riddle."

There was only one letter stuffed in the mailbox, but two names were written on it. Tom handed the letter to Nelson speechlessly, and unwrapped the package from the owl's feet.

"Is Hogwarts so tight? Don't you even have enough money to write two letters to two people?"

"Maybe Dumbledore knows that the two of us have been together this holiday." Nelson opened the envelope, and the letter inside was Dumbledore's iconic typeface with circles and circles. He carefully read the contents of the letter , Said, "It's just some textbooks and the like, and he asked me to tell you that the badge in the package is for you."

"How did he know that it would be you who read the letter?" Tom was a little curious, and he asked while untying the dead knot on the package, "Or if I was the one who read the letter, the content would change to Shall I tell you?"

"Maybe Dumbledore knows you like to unpack packages." Nelson looked at Tom who was struggling with the knot, drew out his wand and nodded.

As the knot was untied, Tom quickly opened the package, and in the package, a delicate wooden box came into view. Tom opened the wooden box, revealing the small medal inside—the silver medal was inlaid with a huge A shield-shaped emerald, a ribbon of silver fastens the gem to the coat of arms, engraved with a letter P wrapped around a silver snake.

"That's great. From now on, I'll be able to swim at night blatantly." Nelson leaned his head over, observing the prefect medal in Tom's hand with satisfaction, while shaking his head regretfully, and said, "I thought it would be a male representative?"

"The fifth grade can only be a prefect." Tom teased, "Unfortunately, it's not you."

"It's definitely not me. After all, I've been in Ilvermorny for three years, how can I be a prefect," Nelson pouted, and said, "Maybe if I continue my studies in Ilvermorny, I can be the principal. gone."

"That's good, we can hold a two-wizard competition in the future."

No matter how much he concealed it, Tom's love for the medal could be easily detected by anyone. He happily drew the medal on his chest, and Nelson was even happier than him, "Have you been appointed as the principal? "

"I didn't say that, it's fake news." Tom said pretending to be serious, and soon the two laughed together, and the sadness brought to Tom by visiting Merope quickly dissipated, he is such a person As a human being, there are very few things that can make him frown for a long time, and of course, there are very few things that can make him put down his image and smile happily.

The owl got a little impatient waiting, and called "coo coo coo".

"Why do you cry like an eagle when you fly in the sky, but you turn into a dove when you come down?" Tom said, unfastening the buckle on the owl's leg, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything to eat. When school starts I'll have someone feed you."

The owl snorted "coo" and flew away with wings.

"What's down there?" Nelson asked curiously after dismissing the owl.

"Let me see," Tom pulled out a long and thin hard object wrapped in oilcloth from under the package, with a sticky note with Nelson's name on it. He tried to figure out the texture of the hard object with his hands, and said with a frown, "it seems Is it a sword?"

"Let me see what it is..." Nelson took the oilcloth and opened it carefully to prevent the sharp objects inside from scratching his hands.

"He won't leave you the sword of Gryffindor?" Tom asked suspiciously, "If so, we will almost collect the relics of the Big Four."

"Have you ever seen such a short sword?" Nelson opened the oilcloth, revealing an ordinary-looking, undecorated, old-fashioned dagger. device.

"What does Dumbledore mean?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, took out a small ball from his trouser pocket, turned it into a silver glove, and attached it to his hand, grabbed the handle of the dagger and picked it up. Poke towards the big tree beside him.

In the next second, the dagger sank straight into the tree trunk, only the handle was exposed.

Nelson pulled out the dagger and shook his head, "It's so sharp! But what does it mean?"

"There are words on the oiled paper."

Tom made a reminder, Nelson lowered his head, and saw this sentence in the place covered by the dagger: "Minerva has been a little busy recently, after hearing that you have learned the Animagus, she asked me to teach you some transfiguration techniques Advancement——You need to learn how to use the magic power of deformation to fight against other types of magic. There are many spells on this dagger, and its material is not suitable for deformation. Extracurricular tutoring, in the remaining few days of the holiday, you can preview it first."

"It's really confusing." Nelson touched his head, touched the question mark on the top of his head, and pressed it down hard.

"I don't know, but this knife looks pretty good." Tom licked his lips. "He may have prepared a melee weapon for you because of your good physical fitness."

"I'll poke you with it later."

Nelson raised his dagger and gestured a few times. The two chatted, laughed and fought, and soon walked to the neighborhood where they lived before. Tom and Nelson were going to go home to pick up some things for the orphanage, and then hand them over to Mrs. Cole. Go to the wizarding world.

The originally popular neighborhood now has very few pedestrians, and there are not many neighbors who can talk to them in the past, which saves the effort of greeting and greeting, and makes the two of them happy and quiet.

Tom knocked on the door habitually, then took out the key, and was about to go in directly, but what was unexpected was the sound of trotting approaching the door soon came from the room, Nelson and Tom stared at the door sound.

Only then did they discover that the garden that had not been tended for a long time had been cleaned up. Although there were no flowers, almost all the weeds had been cleared away. Nelson just felt that it was outrageous. A few hours ago, he was sitting in the living room with Tom drinking tea. And those anti-theft measures were not triggered at all.

Soon, the handle of the door moved, and with a creak, the door opened from the inside.