My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh Gnar, here you are!"

Tom, who left from the principal's office, happened to meet Nelson who was waiting at the door. He stepped forward quickly, put his arm around Nelson's shoulder, and dragged him into the empty classroom he had just left.

"What's the matter, Tom?"

Nelson stood at the position just now again. After standing for a long time, he simply pulled a chair over and sat on it.

"I have something to tell you. I just went to the lounge to find you. Alphard said that you went to Minerva's office. I didn't expect you to come here too."

Hearing what Tom said, Nelson carefully looked at the door, fearing that McGonagall would appear again, he slapped two confinement notices on their heads with two paws, and then sent a sentence of "Please call me Professor McGonagall".

"Coincidentally," there was no one in the corridor, but Nelson still waved his wand, and the classroom door slammed shut. He turned his head, looked at Tom, and said, "I also have something to tell you."

"Let me go first!" Tom replied excitedly.

"Okay." Seeing that Tom was so excited, Nelson shrugged and made a "please" gesture, "You go first."

"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat and organized his words, "It's like this. This morning, Minerva found our three participating warriors and asked us to declare a name for each."

"A name?" Nelson's eyebrows twitched.

"That's right, a name, a person who impresses you the most among the students in the same school."

"The person who impressed me the most?" Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"No no, it was Minerva who said that," Tom explained, "I mean, the one who impressed me the most."

Seeing Tom like this, and thinking about what Sigmund told himself just now, Nelson had already roughly guessed what was going on, but he was not in a hurry to break Tom's excitement, but just followed his words and said, "What did you say? Who is it?"

"Oh, Gnar, you didn't guess it!" Tom pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice, and said, "I have studied the schedule of the Triwizard Tournament, and the three most frequently occurring events are wizard duels, puzzle solving, and Against magical animals, wizard duels appear most frequently. There will be three wizard duels in almost every five Triwizard Tournaments, so I guess that wizard duel will most likely become our first project, and Minerva let us The reported name is likely to be our dueling assistant."

Tom finished speaking such a long paragraph in one breath, took a big breath, and looked at Nelson with complacent eyes.

"But Tom, have you forgotten? The duel event in the Triwizard Tournament is different from the official wizard duel. There are no assistants."

"I know, but Minerva said that the three principals intend to make adjustments to the previous competition system, and it is very possible to add assistants." Tom paused, and continued, "Of course, I chose you only because you are The strongest student at Hogwarts has nothing to do with your failure. After all, it is a loss for the audience and the event to put someone like you in the audience... I just don't want some idiot to drag you down. It's just my hind legs, so you don't have to worry about it at all."

"Tom," Nelson's eyebrows were about to fly to the top of his head, Tom still couldn't speak, he was silent for a moment, and finally choked out, "The strongest student at Hogwarts... isn't it you?"

"Uh——" Tom didn't know how to answer for a while, and the two fell into an awkward silence. Finally, Tom stood up and broke the silence, "Okay, I admit it, I want you to participate, see It looks like you really want to participate."

"Actually, it's okay. It was Professor Binns who suggested me to participate. In fact, for me..." Nelson looked at Tom's face trying to organize his words, stopped talking, and said, "Thank you, Tom, I am very happy."

"Really?" Tom asked happily, his expression relaxed, "Gnar, you'll help me, won't you?"

"Yes."

Nelson stared into Tom's eyes. These deep and clear black eyes were filled with the desire to win. He understood Tom's eyes in an instant. Famous anywhere, Nelson at least had the honor of being the youngest author of the paper on Transfiguration Today, but Tom, when it really counted, had nothing.

Before this semester, Tom seldom pursued victory deliberately, because for an outstanding person like him, no matter how hard he worked, victory would always come to him. Through recent understanding, Tom discovered two value rivals.

Nelson didn't know what Tom saw in the principal's office this morning that made him so excited, but whether it was because of his youthful heart or his determination to win glory for the school, Tom at this moment exuded a desire to win that he had never had before.

"Yes, Tom, I will," Nelson nodded. "Actually, what I want to say is also related to the Triwizard Tournament."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Tom suddenly became interested.

"As you may not know, I went to Minerva's office this morning for solitary confinement," Nelson said.

"I know this, Alphard told us," Tom said with a smile, "It is said that it is because the right foot stepped into the transfiguration classroom first."

"It's actually the left foot, of course, mainly because I asked her if she needed a dance partner," Nelson waved his hand, "but it doesn't matter. What matters is that after I left her office, I received a letter from New York City. special."

"Newt?" Tom asked, "By the way, isn't he the judge of this Triwizard Tournament?"

"No, he is just a guest. The judges asked NEWTs to pass the exam, but he is a Hogwarts student and did not take this exam."

"Doesn't that mean that he is the only wizard in England who can't be a judge?" Tom smiled.

"It's true," Nelson nodded, and continued, "It's just a little note, it said that we were invited to Two Broomsticks on Wednesday afternoon, and he wanted to treat us to dinner, and Felius, he specifically asked me to call you."

After all, Nelson took out a note from his arms and handed it to Tom.

"Oh yes, Felius is here too." Tom took the note and remembered the little figure on the rostrum. It seemed that he was really not interested in anything except the candidates for the Warriors, "Long time no see They're gone."

"You can read what they wrote."

"Let me see." Tom opened the note and began to read it.

"...I'm glad that the Hogwarts hero is the Tom we are familiar with. Although I haven't dealt with Felius much before, we quickly got to know each other through the people we knew together. We agreed that Tom Might need a little help..."

Tom raised his head, this time he finally paid attention to something other than the selection of the warrior, "Cheating has always been a fine tradition in the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's not cheating," Nelson said, sitting aside. "When everyone cheats, cheating becomes a part of the exam."

"This is cheating after all, this, this is really—"

Nelson looked coldly at Tom, who was intoxicated by the performance. In the days when Nelson was away, he was the savior who passed the message to Alphard and others, and was called the "Second Generation Dark Lord".

"This is really great. Is there a class on Wednesday afternoon? What class is it?" Tom thought for a while, "Oh yes, it's a divination class. I'll write a note to Mrs. Clemens at night, just write our prophecy If we go to class, the two of us will be bloody."

"You are such a genius." Don't say it, Mrs. Climans is really like this, Nelson looked out the window, looked at the position of the sun, and said, "It's getting late, and there is one more thing, we Let's talk as we go."

"Are you going to eat?" Tom also looked at the sun outside the window.

"Go back to the dormitory. I have a dozen of bread. I bought it in New York. It tastes good," Nelson said. "I want to go back and write a letter early, and ask someone to send my things back."

"Okay." Tom nodded, opened the classroom door, and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

"And, for some reason, I have an ominous premonition."

"The question marks tore your sheets?"

"Hiss..." Nelson gasped, "Say the question mark, I almost forgot about it, it won't have turned into a wild cat, right?"

"A master like you is really irresponsible."

"Look! Is that it?"

Nelson pointed to a slim figure passing overhead. The next second, the overhead chandelier made a creaking sound. The moment Nelson set up the barrier, the overhead chandelier crashed down.

...

"I didn't expect the principal of Durmstrang to be such a person." In front of the Slytherin lounge, after listening to Nelson's narration, Tom said with a complicated expression, "At first I thought he was trying to deceive you. I even think that if the dragon moves slower, he even wants to arrange two warriors for Hogwarts."

Nelson sucked his teeth straight, judging from the current understanding of the condition, Sigmund might really be able to do this kind of thing.

"This Triwizard Tournament is mainly led by the British Ministry of Magic and Nurmengard. If Grindelwald didn't do anything, I absolutely don't believe it." Tom continued, "Then who did it? Could it be you?"

"No, he didn't tell me anything." Nelson recalled the last time with Grindelwald, and suddenly remembered a malicious hint, he looked at the door and asked, "By the way, Prefect Riddle , what is the password for this week?"

"Honor." Tom casually said to the portrait at the door.

"Welcome home, Mr. Riddle, Mr. Williams." The person in the painting said energetically.

"By the way, Gnar, if Sigmund or someone is really an undercover agent for Nurmengard, will you cooperate with them to deal with Hogwarts?"

Before entering the break room, Tom throws a soul-torture at Nelson.

"What international joke? Competition first, friendship second," Nelson said, shrugging. "I only care about who wins in the end."

"What?"

Nelson pushed hard, and the lounge door slowly opened.

"I mean, I just care if you win in the end." He stepped forward, his voice drifting into Tom's ear.

"This is probably the least suspenseful thing." Tom muttered, and followed Nelson into it.

Nelson and Tom walked into the lounge one after the other, and there was a grand party in sight. A group of people were sitting around the unlit fireplace and discussing something. They didn't hear the door of the lounge. They walked Near the crowd, Alphard's voice came from inside.

"I found it!" Alphard's voice came from above the stairs leading to the dormitory, "During the holiday, my relatives went to Nurmengard and took a precious photo, that is Nurmengard A statue of Pythia in front of Germany's largest library, it is said that because Grindelwald himself admired it very much—”

"Gah!"

With a duck call, Alphard's voice stopped abruptly. He ran down the stairs and almost staggered and rolled down because he couldn't hold his feet. His eyes were fixed on Nelson and Tom who appeared at the door of the lounge. Although he almost fell, he didn't dare to look away at all.

He held onto the armrest tightly with one hand, and kept waving the photo with the other hand, froze in place, like a roc with broken wings about to take off.

The Slytherins who noticed him turned their heads slowly and saw Nelson and Tom standing behind them, wands in hand, friendly smiles on their faces.

"Gudu—"

There has never been such a neat swallowing of saliva in the world, and perhaps there will never be another in the future.

They turned their heads again in unison, and turned to Alphard who seemed to be under the petrification spell.

"At least he didn't say we took Mr. Black there," Nelson whispered.

"I think Mr. Black would be very sad if he knew that he was only a relative of Alphard." Tom shook his head, raised his wand, pointed at Alphard, and said, "The picture is coming!"

He said this in English, but it achieved the same effect as a spell. Alphard lowered his numb right arm, threw the photo into the air, and slowly flew towards Tom and Nelson under the control of his own floating spell. Come.

Under the reflection of the water of the Black Lake and the lights of the lounge, his already pale face seemed to have been painted with a thick layer of green paint.

"They all did it."

"Gnar, it seems that you can only tell me about the test you have prepared for after the game." Tom strode forward, "Other people's events are as simple as they are, but with you, I don't want to cheat."

"This is a report from the Daily Prophet, and everyone can see it!"

Alphard was still quibbling, but his words seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"Well, you have to be careful," Nelson said with a smile watching Tom walk towards Alphard's back, then he raised his voice and walked towards the group of Slytherins gathered together, "Boys, let me see See what wholesome papers you're reading."

Today's second update is about two o'clock (my day is refreshed at six o'clock.)

Everyone thinks it's better for me to release the two updates together, or staggered, one morning and one night?