My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The next morning, although there was no morning class, Tom and Nelson got up early and came to the front door of the auditorium.

Humans have a big common problem, that is, they can’t see reality clearly. This is especially obvious for wizards who master magic. When the two walked out of the lounge and stepped on the stairs leading to the auditorium, they hadn’t seen the door of the auditorium. Bian had already heard the roar of conversation, and believed that even if a Hogwarts Express drove by at this moment, the roar of the steam engine would be completely covered.

"It's a spectacle," Tom couldn't help sighing, looking at the black crowd gathered around the Goblet of Fire. "In the five years at Hogwarts, I've never seen so many people voluntarily getting up so early."

"After all, the Triwizard Tournament is only once for everyone," Nelson stared at the airtight human wall, thinking about whether there is any way to squeeze in gently, except for the green flames reflected on the wall, he I couldn't see the scene inside at all. After a while, he suggested, "How about we go to eat first? I feel that there will be a lot of people who have morning classes after the meal is over."

"It's all here." Tom shook his head and walked towards the crowd in front of him.

The students standing on the periphery are not much closer than those who are not close together. In fact, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, most people can't see the middle even if they stand on tiptoe. Talk about those inconsequential fantasies, or observe the "imaginary enemies" around you.

On the periphery of the crowd, "Riddle is here" suddenly sounded.

"It makes me sick to be stared at by so many people." Nelson imitated Tom's mantra in a low voice, shrugged helplessly, and followed.

The restless shell of the human wall was silent for a moment. The students who heard the exclamation turned around and saw Tom who was blocked by them.

"Here comes Riddle..." repeated the man who had first spotted Tom.

"It's Prefect Riddle!" This is a first-year Slytherin student. He just entered the school a week ago, and he may not even understand the levitation spell, but he is still stuck here and wants to sign up.

"He does have the potential to become a warrior, do you want to make way for him?"

"But it's not allowed inside..."

"Oh! Look at the guy behind him, the boy with the blond hair, Williams is also here," said a Hufflepuff girl whom Nelson was familiar with. "He is also very powerful. between the two of them."

"Williams? Who is that?" The Gryffindor who asked this question was of a different class than Nelson, and had never met him. "I think I am also a strong contender for the Hogwarts Warrior qualification."

"You can't even touch the Goblet of Fire..."

The crowd became noisy after a moment of silence. They talked about the two new heavyweights, but tried hard to control their voices so as not to be heard by the people talking.

This simple commotion was quickly interrupted by Tom's action. He took a step forward, and the students blocking the way in front of him consciously moved to the side, and did not forget to pull the robes of the students in front, telling them to move aside quickly. let.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tom walked through the path made by the students with a calm expression, and looked at the Goblet of Fire in the center of yesterday's round table. There was also a small table next to the round table with three cards on it. The badges of the three schools were printed respectively. Tom stepped forward and picked up the card with the Hogwarts badge on it. Immediately afterwards, a new card appeared in the place where it was originally placed.

Tom looked back, and Nelson was standing behind him before he knew it.

He lifted his chin to the three cards, and Nelson picked one up.

Suddenly, there was another commotion in the crowd on the opposite side. A boy wearing Durmstrang's black school robe held up his wand and pushed through the crowd, ignoring the dissatisfaction of the students around him, and squeezed out.

"Who is this?" Tom asked with his eyes.

"A minion." Nelson shrugged. This is a new way of communication that they practiced in the forests of Albania without using magic. It is very efficient, but sometimes it doesn't work.

The Durmstrang student who just appeared looked in the direction of Tom and Nelson, frowned, but didn't say much, instead turned around, looked behind attentively, in the path he squeezed out, A black-haired girl in a long skirt came out holding the hand of a silver-haired boy.

The girl looked like she was in the same grade, even older than Nelson and Tom. Instead of wearing a school uniform, she was wearing a gorgeous and extraordinary white dress. The style was a bit too classic, or old, but she wore it in But she doesn't look old-fashioned at all, on the contrary, she exudes the noble air of a long-standing aristocrat, and she is wearing a pair of black round-toed high-heeled shoes with two opals on her feet, which looks like she came from a certain place. It's the same as running out of the set of the princess movie.

Seeing her for the first time, Nelson felt familiar at first, and then thought "this is a nobleman".

But in fact, she is not like the nobles that Nelson has seen, whether they are Muggles or wizards, this girl's skin is not as fair as those noble ladies who socialize at home, but has some sun marks. Against the background of this white dress and long skirt, it should have looked dark, but it looked extremely harmonious when placed on her. Her black hair was coiled on the top of her head, and an enameled golden hairpin with pegasus and flying birds in relief was inserted simply. Glittering in the firelight of the Goblet of Fire.

"It looks like a lot of money." Tom stopped his movements and made eye contact with Nelson.

"This doesn't look like a minion." Nelson shook his head, quietly looking at the girl in front of him, recalling where he had seen her before.

The girl let go of the boy's hand, without even looking at the boy from Durmstrang whom Nelson called his minion, and walked straight past him, "floating" briskly to the round table, standing at the table depicting the legend of Beauxbatons. position, put his hands on the table, squinted his eyes, and looked at the Goblet of Fire.

Nelson carefully looked at this retro-dressed girl. Compared with her peers, she was a little too thin. She seemed to have no development except her height. She looked like a white swan that fell on a frozen lake in winter. A proud and beautiful curve, not perfect facial features form a perfect face.

"What a beautiful cup." She withdrew her hand, hanging beside her, and said, this was the first sentence she said.

As soon as she spoke, although some people didn't understand what the French phrase meant, almost everyone was surprised by her voice. The hoarse and grainy ethereal voice made Nelson think that she had been smoking for at least forty years.

"Sorry, I forgot this is in England." She switched to English, this is the second sentence, she opened her eyes wide, looked over the Goblet of Fire, and looked at Nelson, "Hello, friend, do you know the registration card where is it?"

Nelson felt a tingle in his temple, and he held back his discomfort, reaching out his wand-holding hand to signal the table.

"thank you, friend."

Seeing her squint again, Nelson realized that the man was not wearing glasses.

"You're welcome."

"Are you signing up here too?" She asked, "Have you signed up yet?"

"You can ask first, ladies first." Nelson didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in her gourd, and stretched out his hand, indicating that she could do whatever she wanted.

"From the registration, the competition for the Triwizard Tournament has begun." She said in a singing tone, "Since you are here first, please enjoy the privilege of being first."

Nelson looked around and looked at the Hogwarts students in the inner circle of the human wall. They were the first to arrive, but everyone who made eye contact with him at this moment retracted their eyes. No one put their name in it.

"That's right," said Tom, nodding his head, "then we'll take it easy."

"Huh?" The girl's voice was a little surprised, "Are you two people?"

She narrowed her eyes again, and after a few seconds, she said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't see clearly, I always thought you were a double image of one person."

"If she's a real warrior, flash her a confrontation!" Nelson and Tom started making eye contact again.

"Since none of you are willing, let me go first!"

Hearing the phrase "The competition for the Triwizard Tournament begins with registration", the minion who had been forgotten by the side suddenly became interested, pulled out his wand and pointed it in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, and shouted loudly, "The registration card is coming!"

Immediately afterwards, a card with the school badge of Durmstrang flew straight towards him, and after turning around him, a card with his name on it flew towards the burning Goblet of Fire.

Nelson frowned, even if this person said "can you let me go first", no one really cares who is the first to sign up, after all, this will not add points to the main match of the Triwizard Tournament.

But his sneak attack behavior made everyone present feel disgusted, especially those who are close to him are still politely rejecting each other, even the other Durmstrang students crowded around secretly Cursed, there may be a character in every story that everyone hates, but no one wants this character to go to the same school as themselves.

The three people in the middle of the crowd seemed completely unresponsive, standing there motionless, looking at the cards spinning in the air.

The two golden birds on the school badge turned into a group of golden flashes under the rapid rotation.

This set of movements is smooth and smooth, and the card draws a perfect arc in the air. It can be seen that this boy from Durmstrang still has some research on the flying spell and the floating spell.

Under everyone's gaze, the card landed directly above the Goblet of Fire, and the boy's face was filled with joy.

Just as the card was about to fall into the cup, it suddenly split in two.

In the next second, the process of 24%, 48%, and 86% was completed in an instant, and this card whose name was still unknown was shattered into pieces in an instant.

The blue flame, which is different from the Goblet of Fire, immediately clings to the evenly split pieces and burns, and a small blue fire rain falls in the air. The flame bursts instantly and covers the green flame in the Goblet of Fire. When the flames are extinguished in the blink of an eye, finely divided ash floats in the air under the influence of hot gases.

Followed by a mass of breeze floating on the mouth of the Goblet of Fire, the ashes and the smiling face of the card owner were blown away without a trace.

"Nice juggling."

Tom nodded and commented approvingly.

"It reminds me of the card show I saw on the streets of London when I was young. It was beautiful and impressive. I thought it was magic, but the magic performer was a Muggle."

"Muggles can't do this kind of magic," Nelson continued, "but the viewing pleasure needs to be improved."

"Very good." The girl from Beauxbatons agreed.

The face of Durmstrang's applicant was flushed. He raised his wand angrily, pointed at the three people talking and laughing in front of him, and withdrew his hand resentfully under the gaze of the three people.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and ran out from the aisle that had just been squeezed and not yet closed, leaving the audience bewildered.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know, what kind of opening program is this?"

"Did he sign up successfully? Did the Goblet of Fire feel that he didn't have the qualifications to be called a warrior, so he rejected him?"

The discussion became louder and louder, and the male voice walked through the corridor and ran towards the auditorium.

"Please," said Tom, stepping back, "ladies first."

She turned her head to look at Nelson, and after walking a little further, she could finally "see" the two men, one blonde and one black.

"The first person who wants to sign up has been rejected by the Goblet of Fire," Nelson nodded. "There will be no difference after that, as long as you don't get rejected."

"Okay." The girl stepped forward, picked up a card from Beauxbatons from the table, and left her name on it, "Thank you."

She performed a wizard salute earnestly, waved her wand, and a chubby pigeon flew out from behind, hanging the card and throwing it into the Goblet of Fire.

After receiving the first application, the green flame in the Goblet of Fire rose a few feet with a "boom", and the surrounding brightness instantly increased by one unit, and even the crowd around the periphery took a step closer. It started to move around, and waited for the two people in the middle to complete the registration.

Nelson looked at Tom and found that he was also staring at him, so he nodded, and the two picked up the card with the Hogwarts school emblem on it, looked up at the Goblet of Fire, which was more blazing.

Anxious and noisy voices came from the periphery of the crowd.

It's German.

Looking at a group of Durmstrang students in black robes who squeezed into the crowd from the periphery, Nelson could distinguish the guy who was talking strange things to him. behind him.

"The students of Durmstrang are here."

Nelson nodded, although he said that he always hated trouble, but the trouble had already begun, so he had to cut the mess quickly.

"Give them a sample."