My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mettle, we did it."

In the Room of Requirement, Nelson stands in the center of the stage, bent over and knees, with his right arm around Myrtle, who almost bends herself into a bow. Her long hair is scattered like a peacock on the floor full of footprints and sweat. Under the light, the sweat beads on the tip of the hair shone brightly like diamonds.

Nelson raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. They finally completed the dance that Myrtle was thinking about. At the end of the whole dance, Nelson used all his strength and a little magic to throw Myrtle into the air. And Myrtle lived up to expectations and completed the finishing action of spinning 720 degrees in the air and falling back into Nelson's arms.

Sweat dripped from Nelson's blond hair close to his forehead, flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and finally fell on the back of Myrtle's hand. Even if he was in good shape, he couldn't stand this kind of exercise. Nelson was a little unimaginable, and it was called How the weak Myrtle gritted her teeth and persisted in this set of movements.

His eyes fell on the face of the girl in the mirror, and Myrtle was also staring at him in the mirror at this moment. Their eyes met through the mirror, but Myrtle quickly avoided her eyes. Sweat dripped down Nelson's lap.

Nelson sighed slightly in his heart, and with strength in his arms, he supported Myrtle's back and helped her up. He could feel Myrtle's body trembling slightly, and the protruding bones hurt his forearm. .

Nelson raised his left hand, and the box on the sidelines flew over with a whoosh and fell into his hand.

"Myrtle, eat some fruit." Nelson opened the box, held it in front of Myrtle, and said seriously, "I don't think there is anyone in the world who can dance better than you."

Myrtle just leaned on Nelson's arm and said nothing, whether from fatigue or excitement.

After a while, she raised her hand and picked up a small tomato from the box.

"Thank you, Nelson."

The voice is so thin that it is almost impossible to tell whether it is talking or chewing.

...

A few days later in the evening, by the Black Lake, Hagrid was dragging a huge pine tree towards the castle. From a distance, he looked like a giant monster with a big stick, and Nelson was chatting with McGonagall by the tree stump. When I saw him, I said hello.

"Hagrid, are you going to make a Christmas tree?"

"What are you thinking? It's only September now." Mag stood aside, holding the small book that had made a training plan for Nelson, and gave him a blank look. "Christmas is still far away."

"Ah, Nelson, Minerva..." Hagrid let go of his hand, and the pine tree hit the ground with a "bang". He scratched his head and said with a silly smile, "Ogg wants to set up a tree in the auditorium." Band stage, let me find him a bigger log."

"I see." Nelson scratched his chin. "Speaking of which, the festive atmosphere of the Triwizard Tournament Ball is much stronger than Christmas."

"After all, many students went home during Christmas, and there were not many left," McGonagall put away the notebook and said, "There are far more people in the castle than the usual Hogwarts students. few."

"That's true."

Nelson nodded and looked in the direction of the castle. The tall castle of Hogwarts was decorated today, and the outer walls were painted with red, green and blue ribbons, making this ancient castle look like a tourist. Like a paradise, the whole castle is decorated with lights and festoons, permeating a more festive atmosphere than festivals.

Newt somehow found a group of fairies, flying around the castle with small lanterns.

The campus is full of students and teachers from the three schools, as well as guests who came to the dance, guests and judges from competitions, bands who came for tonight’s banquet, and some spectators who came to watch the ceremony. Hogg People who have studied in Woz are seizing the opportunity to reminisce about their youth, and guests from other schools are guided by Hogwarts students to visit the campus.

At this time, the people in the school can be said to be a mixed bag, and this is also the largest opening of Hogwarts in many years.

Other residents in the castle were also agitated by this event. Phantoms, which are rare to see at ordinary times, floated in twos and threes in the castle that had lived for many years. Stone statues and armors could be seen walking around everywhere. The armor that he called himself a brother, but he met a stone lion walking by the Black Lake with a picture frame in his mouth. Several characters in the picture frame were holding wine bottles and getting drunk next to a pile of barrels. Gryffindor is fat The lady was holding a half bottle of whiskey and yelled loudly: "Why are you so drunk before the banquet starts!"

"Ogg is in a hurry to get this piece of wood. I'm leaving first." Hagrid picked up the pine tree under his feet, and said to Nelson and McGonagall, "I'll see you at the banquet."

"Yeah." Mag nodded.

"See you at the banquet." Nelson stretched out his hand to touch the pine tree in Hagrid's hand, and Hagrid suddenly felt that it was much lighter. "Have you found a dancing partner yet?"

"Found it," said Hagrid, blushing. "It's a Beauxbatons girl, and she's very cute."

"Come on." Nelson joked, and the shy Hagrid ran away.

"Professor McGonagall," Nelson asked curiously, watching Hagrid's receding figure, "why didn't you correct Hagrid's address?"

"Hagrid..." McGonagall shook his head and said old-fashionedly, "Anyway, he might not remember what I said."

"I actually can't remember..."

"It's okay, I think you also like confinement."

"Hagrid also—"

"Don't you know that working in the Forbidden Forest is more enjoyable to Hagrid than a holiday?"

McGonagall gritted her teeth and said that because she was too familiar with Nelson, it was always difficult for her to find the feeling of "teacher's dignity" that Dumbledore said when they got along.

"Okay," Nelson shrugged. He turned his eyes to the castle, which was a little more refined than before, and asked, "I'm still curious, who did you choose as your final dance partner?"

"I don't dance." Mag raised his hand and touched the tightly tied bun on the top of his head, shaking his head, "Actually, I didn't find a dance partner."

"Didn't it mean that everyone must find a dance partner?" Nelson rubbed his sore arms. "Is this rule only for students?"

"I sprained my ankle and couldn't go to the dance tonight."

McGonagall unabashedly gave Nelson a life lesson called "How to Make an Excuse for Time Off."

"Do you need Miss Joy to look at it for you? A sprained ankle that lasted for a week is not a minor injury," Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Nelson, "Minerva, that's how you prevaricated me last week."

"Professor Dumbledore." Nelson and McGonagall greeted at the same time.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your reminiscence, I swear I only heard Minerva's last words," Dumbledore blinked and said to Nelson, "Nelson, Miss Warren asked me to tell you that she chose a Red dress."

"Okay, Professor," Nelson nodded, "thank you."

"Let's talk, I'll go to Durmstrang." Dumbledore turned and left with his hands behind his back, "Minerva, if you really don't want to dance, you can also come over to have something to eat after the opening dance Well, we have specially customized lemon ice cream, if you miss it, you will regret it."

"If my feet didn't hurt so much, I would go." McGonagall said without blushing.

After Dumbledore left, McGonagall asked curiously, "A red dress? Is it a code?"

"No," Nelson shook his head. "She's just reminding me to change my tie and pin to red."

"So... so particular?" Mag was speechless.

"Yes, Mettle's dance was flawless and impeccable. The only thing that can be improved is these details," Nelson said confidently. "If you don't come and see, it will be a big loss in your life."

"I--"

Mag hesitated for a moment, but shook his head.

"Then I'm going to change my clothes first." Nelson looked at the setting sun, "I hope your feet will get better soon."

"Thank you," McGonagall said weakly, and when Nelson was about to leave, she suddenly stopped Nelson, "By the way, Nelson—"

"Um?"

"I remember you grew up in a Muggle family, right?"

"Yes."

"That's it," McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "When you are free, can you find a weekend to accompany me to do something? I need the help of someone who understands Muggles."

"No problem." Nelson agreed without hesitation. Flitwick had vaccinated him for a long time. He waved his hand and trotted towards the castle.

...

In the dormitory, Tom, dressed neatly, stood beside Nelson and looked at the mirror. He stretched out his hand to help Nelson pull the pleats on his collar, and joked, "Nelson, I didn't expect you to be a hidden gran Fendo."

Nelson looked at himself in the mirror. It had been a long time since he appreciated his appearance like today. The pure black dress robe absorbed all the light that hit the body, making it look extremely deep. The robe did not have any extra fancy design and fit well The cut made his figure look tall and slender.

The collar of the robe was neither high nor low, just enough to reveal the neckline of the shirt. The dark red tie and ruby ​​pins adorned the neckline, becoming the only bright color on Nelson's body.

He stretched out his hand and straightened his neckline. A black ring was worn on the middle finger of his right hand. The clumsy shaped ring made his fingers even more slender.

Tom immediately recognized that it was the Gaunt ring with the resurrection stone that Nelson wanted to give back to him, and he was immediately happy.

"Nelson, you brought all your valuables with you," Tom joked, turning around Nelson, rubbing his chin, and said, "Although, you do look more like A Gryffindor."

"I can't add some green, can I? That color scheme is too stupid." Nelson is also very helpless. If he wears enough "Slytherin" tonight, the death color scheme with Myrtle may directly destroy her.

"Let me think..."

Tom turned around Nelson, turning him a little dizzy. Suddenly, his right hand clenched into a fist and hit the palm of his left hand hard, making a crisp sound of "snap".

"I see!"

Tom ran to Nelson's bed and put his whole arm into the pocket of the school uniform hanging on the hanger beside the bed. After a while, he took out a shiny silver medal. Tom pointed to the extra silver hoop with his wand , it shrank slowly and turned into a pin. He proudly took the medal and walked to Nelson, and pinned it squarely on Nelson's chest, as if the medal belonged to him.

"The Medal of the Guardian of the Garter, the card is full." Tom looked at Gnar, who was no longer Gryffindor, with satisfaction. Although the main body of the medal was still a red cross, people who saw it would pay attention immediately Seeing the medal, not the color, Tom clapped his hands and opened the door, "Mr. Riddle, the Hogwarts warrior, is going to prepare for the opening dance first, and you can only enjoy it in the dormitory by yourself."

After that, he patted Nelson on the shoulder and left the dormitory.

The old wooden door creaked shut in front of Nelson. He shook his wrist, and two small silver balls fell into his hands. He stuffed one of them into his ear and brought the other to his mouth.

"Newt, Dumbledore said it was red."

"...I spent a lot of money to invite these little fairies..." Along with the noisy background sound, Newt's voice rang in Nelson's ear, and the voice over there suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, Newt's voice became clear, "What? Did they find someone from Hogwarts?"

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Dumbledore," Nelson replied, "I personally tend to think that they replaced someone from Hogwarts. The lunatics in Salem collaborated."

"Is that so? Hold on a second," Newt's voice faded again, but then came again quickly. "Have you got the looking glass that Tina gave you?"

"I'm carrying it." Nelson said, "I'm in the Slytherin lounge now. I can check in the direction of the auditorium from here. Let me make sure again. This thing won't suddenly make any strange noises, right?"

"No, it will vibrate only when there are people with traces of transfiguration within three meters of you, and only you can feel this kind of vibration."

"I see."

"Gal, I still think you—" Newt paused, and said, "Actually, there are not as many people as I expected today. I heard from Tom that you have made a lot of preparations for this dance and rehearsed for a long time. Dance, you should enjoy the dance."

"It's a big day at Hogwarts," Nelson said, "and all the preparations I've made will only make sense if everything goes right, and if the Great Hall does get blown up, we'll just come back and dance together as ghosts." .”

"Okay," Newt instructed, "If you encounter anyone suspicious, contact me immediately."