My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Wait, Albus."

Sigmund suddenly stretched out his hand, stopping Dumbledore's next move.

All the attention of the audience was attracted by him. Under the gaze of the crowd, Sigmund said slowly, "Are you a little too anxious?"

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore frowned and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Are you a little too anxious?" Sigmund twisted his neck, repeated what he said before, raised his wand, pointed to Tom and Nelson sitting beside him, and said, "Sleeping Dragon hasn't done it yet. Its choice... The constellation has not yet been lit, how can you be sure that the warrior selected by the Goblet of Fire for Hogwarts is this Tom Marvolo Riddle, or Nelson Wertling beside him... ...Where's Williams?"

When she heard the surname of "Wildening", Professor Constance's eyes became sharp. She just wanted to join the conversation between the two, but she was attracted by the giant dragon not far away.

"I don't know why you want to make a fuss, but it seems that you know the students in our school very well," Dumbledore raised his hand and pointed at Tom with an unhappy expression. Following his movements, the sleeping dragon of Hogwarts raised his hand. It raised its head and let out a roar that shook the sky, almost shaking the stars above it down. Then, it rushed into the sky and turned into a thick red dragon's breath fire pillar, which shot straight at Tom from the air, and the fiery air wave swept across the auditorium There was a gust of wind blowing up the tablecloths on the six long tables.

Nelson, who was next to Tom, felt the scorching heat the most, as if facing the high temperature of the sun surging towards him. At the moment when the heat wave hit, half of his face close to Tom was immediately covered with silver flowing metal, the mercury-like armor and The mask appeared by itself, protecting half of his body.

Almost everyone involuntarily raises their hands to cover their faces, which is the instinctive reaction of human beings in the face of danger.

Before they opened their eyes, the silver of Nelson's face quickly climbed into the neckline, and the pillar of fire on the side quickly extinguished after losing its source, leaving behind a green beam of light cast by the third comet above his head. Tom attracted everyone's attention, under the spotlight Next, he opened his arms and slowly floated up in a prayer-like posture.

The representative animals of the four colleges surrounded him, and the Dragon constellation in the sky shone with eternal light.

(Nelson: Damn, he pretended again.)

"The champion of Hogwarts is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Dumbledore's voice was very small, as small as a whisper, but there was no doubt in his tone.

No one would deny Tom's status as a warrior at this moment, and the scene Hogwarts gave him seemed to be choosing the headmaster candidate.

"Gnar."

When all the dust settled, Tom slowly fell from the sky as if he had lost power. As soon as he landed, he looked at Nelson and asked in a low voice, "You must be very disappointed, right?"

"To tell you the truth," Nelson shook his head and said, "To be honest, it would be a surprise if I was selected. After all, I only stayed at Hogwarts for two years. Fameni, I may have become their champion."

"That's good." Tom patted Nelson on the back and didn't say much.

"But how can someone like me who is used to watching the excitement not do something?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "I will participate anyway."

He thought for a while and added, "You can write it down, this is my prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Tom thought for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Whether it's on-site or cheerleading?"

"Maybe it's the referee," Nelson said seriously, "I'll just say this to you, and I'll give you zero points when the time comes."

"I can't thank you enough."

"Compared to this, you should think carefully about the partner of the opening dance. The three warriors are the default lead dancers at the banquet." Nelson showed a narrow smile. He knew very well that Tom didn't know how to dance. It's time for you to dazzle on the dance floor in a lacy pink gown."

"What dance?" Tom was stunned. He checked a lot of information about the event, and this was the first time he heard about the dance.

"It's none of my business," said Nelson encouragingly, now it was his turn to pat Tom on the shoulder, "I'm sure there will be hundreds of girls wanting to be your dance partner soon, and I'm not the same It's gone... I'll ask Minerva later if she doesn't have a dance partner?"

He suddenly thought of Mag dancing happily with her hair loose.

"Call me Professor McGonagall, Williams." McGonagall appeared behind the two of them like a ghost. She first stared at Nelson for ten seconds with dead eyes, then turned her head, looked at Tom, and said, "Go The principal's office, there are some precautions and competition system instructions that you need to understand, and besides that, there are some activities that require your cooperation."

"Cooperating activities?" Tom scratched his head, and left his seat after saying hello. Not far away were the other two warriors and their principals. Tom gave Nelson a playful look, and followed Mag to the auditorium. door.

Just when Nelson thought he could finally have a good meal after the headmaster and the warriors left, the young British Minister of Magic Nobby Rich who was invited to the scene suddenly stood up. When the parchment was opened, Nelson's vision almost went dark, and Minister Rich also became hideous.

Soon, the sleepy bugs in the auditorium multiplied rapidly.

...

"...After many years of suspension, the ancient event of the Triwizard Tournament was finally held at Hogwarts. It is reported that this Triwizard Tournament was held between Mr. It was jointly organized by the ministry's efforts in many ways."

The next day, in the Slytherin lounge, Alphard sat in the middle of a group of people, holding the newly arrived "Daily Prophet" and reading aloud, while commenting, "Oh my God! The meaning of Ritchie's existence is to make himself Will his speech become a powerful hypnotic spell affecting thousands of people? This may be the biggest test in the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Is there any nutritious content?" The young Malfoy sat at the side and raised his hand surrounded by several small followers, "Senior Black, can you read something that everyone likes to hear?"

"What do you like to hear? The odds of the Triwizard Tournament? I suggest you go to Knockturn Alley to buy those illegal newspapers, maybe you can find them." Alphard stabbed him, picked up the newspaper and continued to read, "Huo Albus Dumbledore, Acting Headmaster of Gewarts, said in an interview: "Although the situation in Hogwarts and the wizarding world is still grim, now is not the best time to hold such exchange events, but the Triwizard Tournament This event still has a lot of positive significance for alleviating the tension between all parties and promoting European magic exchanges. "(Hogwarts Headmaster Armando Dippet is still missing, and his story appears in Page 3.)"

He picked up the newspaper and read it over and over again, looked at Malfoy, and said seriously, "You're right, it's really not nutritious."

Then, he skipped the first few pages, turned the newspaper directly to the back page, raised his eyebrows, and read aloud: "Our reporter Lewis Schalke will serve as an accompanying reporter and will bring the audience the whole process of the triwizard struggle for hegemony." The first-hand report of the tournament—yesterday, the candidates for the Triwizard Tournament were determined, and the author interviewed the three warriors after the ceremony, please read the report about the three warriors below.”

"The goods are here!"

He turned a page backwards and pulled out the fourth page of the newspaper. On the cover of the fourth page, Tom was sitting in front of the bookshelf in the principal's office with his chin propped on his hand, looking out the window with firm eyes. Covering up Tom's handsomeness and temperament, it even made his lines more distinct.

"Posting! This is definitely a posing!"

Alphard yelled loudly, but everyone urged him to read on.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, Prefect of Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, was recognized by all his classmates as the best student at Hogwarts, even when Albus Dumbledore talked about him At the same time, there is unabashed satisfaction and appreciation in his words. This student who is "perfect" from the outside to the inside has another side that is unknown, but this does not affect our respect for him being able to represent Hogwarts. On the contrary, when we know the stories in these glamorous backgrounds, we will love this handsome and talented boy even more."

"This reporter's vocabulary is too limited," Alphard licked his dry lips, and continued to read, "As a young wizard born in a Muggle orphanage, Riddle was selected by Slytherin House. , This really surprised some Slytherin students, but soon, they discovered that this 'Muggle-born' classmate possessed talents, conduct and knowledge that were no worse than pure-blood wizards, or even better——I am very happy I found the reason soon. In the process of investigating Riddle's weird middle name, the author found that this name directly refers to one of the oldest wizarding families in Britain-the Gaunt family that has disappeared, and the Gaunt family is Slater The only direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Forest House."

"Slytherin!"

One of Malfoy's chubby servants jumped up and let out an exclamation. After all, the name Slytherin is a name that is well known to every British wizard, but he was quickly pressed down by Malfoy.

"Is there any more?"

"Let me see..." Alphard was also a little surprised. It was the first time he heard about Tom's background, but he didn't care about it. After reading a few lines, he said, "The next few lines are about How he usually studies, let me look at the back... huh? Got it!"

He cleared his throat and read aloud: "Riddle told the author that he was able to improve so fast, on the one hand, because of his own efforts, and on the other hand, it was also inspired by his close friend Nelson Williams." Influence."

"What's the deal? Can't we be blind?" Malfoy pouted, "Is their story a love story?"

"Go out if you don't want to listen, don't you subscribe to the Daily Prophet?" Alphard said dissatisfiedly, "Do you understand the gold content of Lord Dark Lord?"

"Okay." Malfoy supported his knees dryly, straightened his back, and sat on the seat like a schoolboy.

"Yo...it really made me find something interesting."

"In this regard, the author did not report any hope, but I did not expect that in the end we found a photo of the two of them in a Muggle newspaper," Alphard read to the end of the page enthusiastically, although he was by his side every day Dangling, but the gossip of friends is much more interesting than the course. He found the newspaper that was thrown aside and found the next page, but he suddenly screamed strangely: "Aw!"

Everyone was startled by Alphard's strange cry, and they raised their heads to look at him, only to see that the newspaper in his hand was instantly reduced to a pile of ashes except where the fingers on both sides were pinched.

"Alphad," Tom said seriously, "I asked, if during the Triwizard Tournament, there is no price to pay for casualties caused by training."

"It's really not humane." Alphard threw the newspaper fragments in his hand to the subway station, raised his head and smiled at Tom, "By the way, what is the first round of projects? Have they notified them?"

"Notified, but not fully notified, or notified is equivalent to no notification," Tom said, "By the way, have you seen Gnar? I have something to do with him."

"I went to Professor McGonagall for confinement," Alphard said, "It seems that because of something, the left foot stepped into the Transfiguration classroom first."

"Okay." Tom nodded and turned to leave.

"Well, come on, Tom!" Seeing Tom leave, Alphard heaved a sigh of relief, picked up a can of butter beer and put it on the table, took out a newspaper from his pocket, and shouted, "Didn't expect that! I One more!"

"What else is there?" Nelson suddenly pushed open the door of the lounge, his forehead was covered with Han, and asked curiously, "What are you discussing?"

Seeing the newspaper in Alphad's hand, Nelson lifted his finger, and the newspaper flew towards him with fluttering wings like a butterfly. Nelson raised his hand to catch the newspaper, glanced at it, and laughed out loud.

"Durmstrang's warriors are expected to be revolutionaries against Grindelwald's oppressive rule? Don't they know that Durmstrang is almost Nurmengard?" Nelson happily flipped backwards, and a few pages later, His face froze suddenly, he raised his head to look at Alphard, and asked softly, "Did you just spread fake news?"

"Of course not, Nelson. How can I be the kind of person who always does bad things?"

"I hope you're not." Nelson asked, wiping the blemish on his brow, "Do you know where Tom is?"

"Go over there, he was looking for you just now."

"Okay," Nelson walked towards Alphard's direction, reminding him with a newspaper between his fingers, "Don't spread fake news, you know?"

"Understood," Alphard paid attention to Nelson's movements, took out a newspaper from behind, and quickly read aloud, "The source of their creativity comes from the pursuit of performance art. In fact, many years ago, they were already A world-renowned master of performance art!"