My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It shouldn't be here." Jonas looked around the room, stepped forward and closed the window.

"What?" Bella asked in confusion. She closed her eyes tightly as she watched the bloody scene in front of her, and crossed herself on her chest. Red Tom.

"This should be a reptile." Jonas knelt on the ground with one knee, leaned on the floor and leaned over to look carefully. He gestured the thickness of the wet marks in the air, "It should be a snake..."

"It should be a python." He stood up, frowned, and lifted the birdcage. "I have seen pythons when I was interviewing in Brazil. They will hang their prey to death with their huge body, and then devour them. The end will be the same as this birdcage."

"But none of the boa constrictors I've seen are like this..." He looked at the traces on the floor of Tom's room, pondered for a long time, and carefully chose his words, "...thick."

"Rough?" Nelson raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a trace of cold sweat dripped from the corners of his brows. Could it be that he encountered a basilisk?

"It's at least this thick." Jonas made a circle with his hands that was a circle bigger than a basketball, and then spread his arms, "It's so long..." He found it seemed difficult to draw the length of the python with his hands , spread his hands, and gave up.

"Why are there boa constrictors in London?" Tom gritted his teeth and burst out his confusion. The joints of his wand-clutching hand turned white from the force, and his eye sockets were a little red. "Why should I leave them an address?" ? Why should I accept Christmas presents? Why should I open the window? I..." His hand holding the wand drooped, his white knuckles exhausted, and his head was hooked, unable to see his expression clearly.

"I'll buy you another one as a Christmas present." Nelson kept his hand holding the wand up high, put his other hand around Tom's shoulders, and hugged him tightly, "Spot-headed owl, right?" ? I'll buy you the same one."

"It's not the original one." Tom's body trembled a little, although he always looked like he didn't care about the bar-headed owl that Dumbledore gave him, and even called it "bar-headed owl" all the time, but this A grumpy little owl has always been with him, even if it pecks his hand when delivering letters, it will always help him deliver every letter and every package on time. He patted Nelson's hand on his shoulder and said He walked into the room without saying a word, and took the deformed birdcage from Jonas.

"Tom." Jonas looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Tom walked towards the shelf where the birdcage had been hung and fell to the ground. Passing by a beautifully wrapped gift, he kicked it aside with one kick. Something seems to be completely broken.

Tom hung the cage with difficulty from the shelf, tried and failed again to snap it back into place.

Nelson felt something under his feet. Looking down, it turned out that the question mark, who had disappeared after waking up, was crouching at his feet, licking his paws, rubbing his head and tail against his trouser legs.

"Leave him alone for a while." Jonas covered the door of Tom's room, put his arms around Nelson and Bella and turned to leave. Nelson bent down and picked up the question mark. This time it lay quietly In Nelson's arms, he licked his palms, and they balled up and didn't move.

The three of them walked downstairs silently, and there was an indignant and inhuman roar from behind.

"Gal," Nelson and Jonas sat down on the sofa, Bella stood behind Jonas and supported his shoulders, staring upstairs worriedly, Jonas put his hands on his knees and crossed his hands With a stern look on his chin, he said, "Boa constrictors are rare in the UK."

"Especially such a big python." Jonas looked at him, "If there is a python wandering in a residential area, the municipal department will definitely catch it, but it can enter our house, although our place is a suburb , but not the outer suburbs.”

"You mean?"

"I don't know magic," Jonas tapped his temple, "but I don't think this is an ordinary boa constrictor, do you understand, Gnar."

There was a long silence in the drawing-room, and there was the opening of the door upstairs, and a sound of footsteps, and in a moment Tom came slowly down the stairs, looking as usual. Seeing that the three people downstairs looked up at him with concern, Tom pressed his hands, "It's okay, it's just an owl."

At the lunch table, none of the four seemed to have much appetite. After eating hastily, Nelson and Tom returned to their respective rooms.

...

After eating, Nelson sat in front of the desk staring at a box with the ribbon unwrapped. After experiencing the owl incident, he was not very interested.

"I want to understand something," Tom opened the door, saw Nelson with a blank expression on his face, and asked with concern, "Nal? What's wrong with you?" In turn comforts his friend.

"Ah?" Nelson came back to his senses, shook his head in a daze, and turned to see Tom standing beside him, "Tom... are you here? Are you feeling better? We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy... "

"No, Gnar, I don't want an owl anymore." Tom Riddle couldn't see the previous grief, panic or other emotions on his face, as if the pet's accident didn't leave any traces in his heart , he repeated the previous topic, "I want to understand something."

"What?"

"Gnar, life is fragile, pets are not suitable for me." Tom took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "Tigers prey on goats, cats catch mice, or...snakes eat birds, yes A very normal thing."

"In a sense, yes."

"We can't let some weak things survive because of our own preference," Tom rubbed the corner of Nelson's table with one hand, pulled out his wand with the other, held it between his eyes, and turned his wrist slightly, "if It’s not magic, I’m still a poor orphan living in London and can’t even eat a few meals of meat. It’s only natural for the strong to plunder and occupy everything of the weak.”

"It's not like this, Tom..." Nelson found that his friend seemed to have gone from grief to another extreme. He wanted to say something to comfort him, or to persuade him, but he didn't know what to say.

"I know, Nel." Tom walked to Nelson's window and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window. The daily sky in London made his sunny face show a kind of blurred paleness. He had an unbelievably calm tone Continued, "This stupid reptile could eat any bird, but it just found me."

"I must grab it." Tom sat on Nelson's bed, gripped his wand, gritted his teeth and looked out the window, "Dare to break ground on my head."

Nelson sighed and didn't try to persuade him, just asked, "Are you sure? That snake might be a magical creature...it might even be a basilisk. I've read some books about magical animals, Snakes themselves have very mysterious and powerful magic, let alone special snakes. To be honest, I really don't think that with the strength of a first-year student, we can catch such a powerful magical creature. We can't even find it .”

"I have some ways to track it." Tom turned to look at Nelson, his originally clear black eyes flickered with a strange red light, "Did you forget? I'm a Parseltongue."

"Tom, who are you?" Nelson frowned, and he understood that the red light in Tom's eyes he saw before was not an illusion of light and shadow brought about by emotion or the environment, but a real, possibly caused by A change brought about by some unknown magic.

"Snakes are nocturnal animals, although I don't know why the beast came to climb my window in the morning." Tom answered irrelevantly, "I'm going to leave tonight, do you want to come?"

"..." Nelson looked at Tom worriedly. He wanted to dissuade his friend from taking risks like a rational adult, but found that he was not in the position to say such sarcastic remarks, and a mindless beast was not a concern. Harry Potter even killed a troll alone in the first grade! Finally he nodded, "I have to make some preparations."

"I knew you would, Gnar." The red light in Tom's eyes became more intense, it flickered and then went out quickly, and he took out a slender wooden box from his pocket with a complicated pattern printed on it. Badge, with a large cursive A in the middle, looks like it's been a while, "Here's the wand I asked Avery to send us, without a trace of disgust on it."

"It was left by Avery. The owner of the wand has been dead for many years." Tom put it on the corner of the table triumphantly, and slowly pushed it towards Nelson. Another third of an inch, too rigid and easy to break, Avery said it is very suitable for deformation. According to Ollivander's theory, it is now ownerless, and we will not be too sluggish when using it...Of course I use any A wand doesn't feel stagnant, they're just servants to wizards."

"You don't have to write those boring reports to the fools of the Ministry of Magic anymore," he carefully inserted his yew wand back into his sleeve, and took another scratched wand from his pocket, "Black Pricklywood, dragon's heartstring, ten inches, stubby and strong. It is said that the former wielders of these two wands were a pair of powerful brothers, and even the dragon that took the heartstring was a pair of brothers who grew up together."

"An unowned wand." Nelson opened the box

"Yeah, but I still like my wand, even if it's just a humble tool...a pet." Tom looked at the blackthorn branch in his hand fascinatedly, "It's a beautiful story, brother wizard with brother dragon wands made...they passed on to another pair of brothers."

"It's really like this." Gnar turned the ribbon that had just been removed from the table into a ruler with the cold pine wand, "It's not bad, it's worse than my wand, but it doesn't matter."

"Gnar," Tom put down his wand, his eyes burning, "tonight on that beast, let us test the results of learning magic."