My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Sit whatever you want," Tom sat back on the wooden chair, resting his chin on the back of the chair, leaning forward, shaking the chair creakingly, and the stool legs rubbing against the ground made a toothache sound, "Let's sit down and have a good time." explain."

Nelson followed Christian into the room and closed the door behind him. With the sound of the door falling, the room and corridor seemed to be divided into two worlds, completely cut off from the outside world. At this moment, Christian is like a little girl who matches his own age, feeling uneasy in such a relatively closed environment.

"I think it might be rude to sit on the bed..." Looking at Tom sitting on the only chair in the room and Nelson leaning on the window sill, Christian, who didn't know where he was sitting, smiled awkwardly, like the first time Like a shy guest who visits someone's house for the first time, he seems a little at a loss.

"Oh, sorry." Tom raised his eyebrows, "I'm used to it, you may not know, this used to be Gnar's room."

"I don't know if I violated the secrecy law just now." He turned his face to Nelson again, with a look of indifference.

"It doesn't matter. There were no Muggles in the corridor just now. This kid is also a wizard. I will explain it when I write to the Ministry of Magic." Nelson took out the wand he had just stuffed in his pocket, and pointed at the boy leaning on the corner of the table. Pointing to an old umbrella, it grows tall like a fast-moving plant in a botanical documentary. The umbrella ribs open and close with the black umbrella surface, slowly turning into a slender black high stool , "Anyway, we have violated it several times. One thing and several things have to use a piece of parchment, don't we?"

Seeing the chair floating steadily towards her in front of her, Christian's face was full of stunned disbelief. She knew that she had been a little special since she was a child, but she still felt the magical scene in front of her. It is no longer the familiar room, but a whole new world.

"So you let me fall asleep at the dinner table yesterday, is it magic?" Christian's previous fierceness disappeared completely, and she asked in a tone of fear and eagerness, "Are you all wizards? People like you Are there many people? Can I be like you?"

"You should say 'we', Christian Jewell." Tom looked a little impatient and disappointed, "You should calm down, I just thought you were very similar to me, now it seems that I was wrong .”

Christian opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but closed his mouth resentfully.

"Yes, we are all wizards. There are thousands of wizards in the UK, and there is even a magic school for little wizards, where we study." Nelson smiled, he felt very interesting, and Tom What he said was different. He felt more and more that Christian's awkward personality and stubborn appearance were exactly the same as the Tom he met at the beginning. Except for the gender, the two people seemed to be carved out of the same mold-this mold may A bit crude, making the details of each product different, "That's what we're here for, Christian, you're a wizard."

"Really? Mr. Williams." The girl whose face was still full of tears was like a fawn picking berries in the jungle. She unconsciously used honorifics. She turned her head to Tom again, as if afraid As cold as he was, he added, "Mr. Riddle."

Tom glanced sideways at her, rested his chin on the back of the chair, and played with his wand like a pen, looking bored.

"It's true." Nelson nodded encouragingly, he even wanted to stick a beard on himself, feeling like Dumbledore, "I felt that you used magic in the alley that day, you can do it all the time To such a thing?"

"Yes, Mr. Williams." Christian sat on the chair conjured up by Nelson and writhed uneasily, as if someone lit a fire under his buttocks, and occasionally reached out to touch the cushion secretly, "I have this kind of Ability...no, magic. It was Thanksgiving at the age of five at the earliest...it was so cold in the house that day, and suddenly a fire caught in the fireplace...we obviously had no more firewood in the house-from that day on, I knew that I It's different from other kids."

"Well, do you conjure fire? As far as I know, the first thing many little wizards do is to light a fire." Nelson held a book that he did not know when he conjured it, and held a book that might have conjured it together. With a pen, he took notes as meticulously as McGonagall. After finishing writing, he raised his head and said, "This chair is no different from the real one before the magic disappears, but you'd better not grab it, or your umbrella may be broken." Dong...you can just call me Nelson, if there are no accidents, you will be our school girl in a short time... By the way, how old are you this year? Are you almost eleven years old?"

"I'm sorry, William... Nelson, I don't know either." Christian put his hands in his arms, and his eyes became lonely, which made her dark eyes lose their vitality. She lowered her head and thought for a while, and said in a low voice, " I think he will be eleven years old next year."

"Call me Riddle... Well, just Tom." Tom, who seemed to be indifferent to this conversation, suddenly said beside him, and Christian raised his head and peeked at Tom who was frowning at him, with a gleam in his eyes His spirit seemed to come back again, Tom raised his wand-twirling hand, "What do you look like? Most people here don't know when their birthday is, and everyone regards the day when they came to the orphanage as their birthday." birthday."

"Clean it up." He pointed his wand at Christian's face, and flicked his wrist to the right twice. The girl's dirty face was instantly cleaned as if it had just been washed. The shattered hair was also carefully brushed behind the ears, and Tom turned his head in Nelson's direction, muttering, "I hate this poor thing the most."

Christian only felt a gust of breeze blowing on his face, and didn't know what happened. Looking at the wand in Tom's hand and the back of his head turned away, he stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, touched his clean and smooth cheek and neat hair, she Grinning a huge back-to-the-molar grin, he called out crisply into the back of Tom's head, "Thank you, Tom."

Tom looked unmoved, but Nelson, who was leaning against the window, could clearly see him smiling. He was about to say something to the awkward Tom, but he saw Tom showing him "What dare you say?" I shouldn't say I'm a ghost and I won't let you go." Seeing this scene, Nelson, who had been showing a "Dumbledore-style kind smile" all the time, couldn't hold back for an instant, and laughed loudly with his stomach in his arms. Seeing Nelson's appearance, Tom blushed with anger, with the expression of a shy and angry little daughter-in-law.

"Excuse me... can I have a look at it?" Christian looked back and forth at the wands in the hands of the two, "Is this a staff? Are you using it to cast magic?"

"Uh..." Nelson straightened up, showing a troubled expression on his face. In the first class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the old-fashioned Professor Mellors said to them, "I suggest you write this sentence down. On the first page of the notebook: Always hold your wand in your hand!" A wizard without a wand is like a cat without claws, and to be honest, he was a little afraid that Christian would suddenly go crazy and break his wand Already, "The wizard's wand..."

"I'm sorry," Christian saw Nelson's expression and the back of Tom's head, and realized the abruptness of her request. She hurriedly apologized and lowered her head again. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know it was so important."

"Here." She raised her head, and in front of her eyes was Tom's wand—a luxurious and mysterious yew wand with a shiny body, and it could be seen that the owner cared about it very much and wiped it often. Tom pinched the middle of the wand with two fingers, Stretching his arms and handing it in front of Christian, he turned his head sideways, still with an expression of not wanting to look at her.

"No, no, no! No, I just..." She lowered her head and waved her hands again and again, signaling that she didn't want to watch it.

Tom's snort from her nostrils interrupted her speech, and she raised her head again to see Tom, who was leaning on the back of the chair, facing her, with a disgusted expression of "why is it so ink stained" on his face.

"Thank you." She looked straight into Tom's eyes, thanked in a low voice, stretched out her hands to take Tom's wand, put it in the palm of her left hand, just about to reach out her right hand to grab it, she glanced at her palm again, He hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes and kept rubbing it until his palms turned red, then he slowly reached for the wand and stroked it gently.

After a while, Tom took his wand, took a look at it, and stuffed it directly into his sleeve without wiping it again. Seeing his movements, Christian showed a relieved expression, and his body, which was sitting upright, also relaxed.

"Can we talk about you?" Nelson said helplessly, looking at Tom who turned his face out of the window again.

"I... I actually have nothing to say." Christian spoke intermittently, and began to tell his own story.

Her story sounds like a sad story similar to "Oliver Twist", which is already tragic enough. What's more tragic is that such stories can be seen everywhere in the streets of London and the world. There are quite a few, even less logical than in the novels. She is one of the orphans sent by the times - she doesn't know who her biological parents are, and she was adopted by a fraudster since she was a child, although fraudsters always do something sneaky Things, but it was a surprise to her. Later, her adoptive father went to the gang's site to cheat and was caught, and was beaten to death on the street. She persisted in the dilapidated bungalow for a week waiting for her father to come home. That's when she found out After discovering her own magic power, she was caught in the den of human traffickers on the street when she was hungry. She couldn't find a buyer because she was too old and not old enough, so she could only survive by stealing and handing in things.