My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The days after the prom passed quickly and slowly.

The first round of the Triwizard Tournament is approaching. When such a big event is about to happen, no one’s heart is inactive. Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of the big game. The excitement brought by the dance will soon be waited for. Burned out, fortunately, the few days between the prom and the start of the tournament don't take long, even if counting on your fingers.

For the vast majority of young wizards, these days, their mentality has quickly turned from excitement like watching the excitement to uneasiness, especially when Durmstrang's students and Beauxbaton's students are more After joining the teaching activities at Hogwarts, they quickly saw the outstanding students who were born in different training methods from their alma mater.

"This Margaret is amazing..."

In a transformation class arranged on the Quidditch pitch, when Margaret commanded the transformed stone soldiers to join McGonagall's wizard chessboard and commanded them to defeat one of McGonagall's chess pieces with a spell, The students around all exclaimed in amazement: "The wizard chess I conjured can only slide on the ground, and the best thing is to make the movement of swinging a sword, so that the product of the transformation technique can release magic. How did she do it?"

"Maybe Beauxbaton's transfiguration content is not the same as ours? But we are already in the seventh grade, why haven't we been exposed to these content?" A seventh-grade Hufflepuff student was a little puzzled, "Didn't I take it seriously before? Attend class?"

"I haven't heard of it either." This is a Ravenclaw with good grades. "Could it be that only Beauxbatons can teach this kind of transfiguration to conjure magical creatures?"

"If this is the case, wouldn't we have no advantage for Riddle, who didn't even enter the sixth and seventh grades?" Another Hufflepuff expressed his concern. One person beats two people."

"Riddle won't take a round trip, will he?" The Ravenclaw's thoughts were even more pessimistic.

"What are you talking about, as long as the warriors don't lose their ability to move, they must participate in the three competitions, and the most points are the bottom," said the Hufflepuff at the beginning, "Besides, you don't know about Slytherin. The Williams from the fifth grade? I heard that his Transfiguration is quite powerful, and since Riddle can be selected by the Goblet of Fire, he must not be far behind."

"You haven't seen it with your own eyes, but I saw this Margaret with my own eyes," retorted his Ravenclaw companion. "If only I were a warrior, at least... at least I'm not afraid of her !"

"Come on, you didn't dare to throw the registration card into the Goblet of Fire in the end, what's the point of saying these things now?" A Ravenclaw who just dug up a pile of soil said disdainfully, "You are too self-righteous, I His younger brother is a member of the Riddle Club, his strength is recognized, and the champion of the Triwizard Tournament must be Hogwarts."

This time, the "Giant Wizard Chess" is an in-class quiz specially set up by Mag for seventh-grade students. The content is to use the soil on the field to make iron and steel chess pieces, and compete with the chess pieces that Mag has set in advance. The main test is to test their deformation. The ability of large objects, the degree of understanding of human body structure and movement, and the ability to change materials.

Hearing these whispers, Mag, who was standing on the sidelines, narrowed his eyes and looked at the "Magic Soldier" that Margaret made out of the clay beside the Quidditch pitch. After a while, she waved to Margaret. .

Frowning, he said, "Miss Sagan, this is not Transfiguration."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," admitted Margaret generously, "but the magic I use to turn clay into soldiers is Transfiguration, isn't it?"

"But..." Mag was silent for a moment, "They only seem to have changed in shape, the specific structure, movement, and those spells—"

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall," Margaret explained, "this has something to do with my own magic power, and any magic I cast will end up like this, but I swear, this is not my intention."

Mag waved her hand, and the steel soldier made by Margaret walked towards her tremblingly. She put her hand on the soldier's lowered head, and she saw the essence of the matter after a while. Except for the material and shape, this soldier was not A product of Transfiguration, it seemed to have developed a rudimentary intelligence and performed those movements under a sort of Imperius-like magic.

As for the magic power, McGonagall found that the statue soldier seemed to have a connection with Margaret, and the magic power should come from her, but she clearly saw that Margaret only used one spell, and that was indeed Transformation curse.

This confused Meg.

"I suggest you find an experienced doctor or a powerful wizard." Mag looked Margaret up and down, and suggested seriously, "I heard that you have the ability to influence other people's thinking. That's a good thing, it means you can't control your mojo very well."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall," Margaret nodded. "Mr. Nicole May prescribed medicine for me. With his help, my condition has improved a lot."

"Nicole May?" McGonagall frowned, and said rather dissatisfied, "I don't know what Constance thinks about letting an already weak student participate in such a dangerous competition."

Margaret smiled and said nothing.

"You go, Margaret," McGonagall picked up the notebook and said without raising her head, "I will keep it a secret from your classmates for you, but I can only give you a pass for your transformation. .”

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"While coming to Hogwarts, you can go to the school hospital to see Miss Joy, she is the best doctor in the world." McGonagall nodded and called the next student to step onto the chessboard.

After class, when everyone saw Mag's score, they couldn't help but become pessimistic.

"Even Mag wants to suppress Margaret by scoring? Her transfiguration is so perfect..."

"It seems that she also has no confidence in our warriors."

"You're a beggar fucking the Minister of Magic's heart."

Hearing these remarks, Mag's footsteps paused. She didn't explain anything, but left the Quidditch field in a hurry. No matter how she stayed in this place, she felt uncomfortable.

"Margaret, they're looking for you."

The boy who had been waiting outside the court stopped Margaret.

Seeing her two younger brothers, Margaret stepped forward to chat for a few words, and then went to the principal's office together.

...

"Good afternoon, warriors."

It turned out to be Sigmund who was greeted here. Tom and Durmstrang's warrior Ludwig had arrived early. In addition, there were three commissioners from the Ministry of Magic of the Three Kingdoms and an old acquaintance of Tom.

"It seems that they are all here, so, according to the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, in order to ensure that the three warriors can perform stably in the afternoon game," Sigmund smiled and invited Tom behind him. "We have invited Mr. Garrick Ollivander, one of the three great master wandmakers in Europe, to inspect the wand for you. He comes from the oldest wand-making family in the world."

"Actually, I don't think it's necessary. After all, how could someone who can become a warrior not love his wand?" Ollivander, who couldn't wait, floated out like a ghost, staring at the ghostly silver-white pair Eyes, said excitedly, "But I haven't seen Gregovich and Garcia for several years, seeing their wands today is as exciting as meeting old friends. I believe that you Excellent wizards should get their best works."

"You're amazing." Ludwig lowered his head, holding the wand with both hands and handing it to Ollivander.

"Oh?" Ollivander took Ludwig's wand, which is thicker than most wands, and has a silk wand cover on the handle, and the black body is shiny It seems that Ludwig must cherish it very much. Ollivander took out a pair of glasses commonly used by watchmakers from his pocket and held it in front of his eyes. He carefully looked at this wand with a different style from his own. Gregorovich's work."

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, my father gave it to me ten years ago."

"Is your little wizard able to have a wand at such a young age?" Ollivander raised his hand, a white glove flew out of his pocket, and put it on his hand. He checked the wand when he was ready. Wand, "Oh... the heartstring of the dragon, this is Gregorovich's favorite material for the core of the wand. He finally likes to use this material to increase magic power. He always wanted to make the most powerful wand. But he seldom considered whether wizards would be suitable."

"I'm quite comfortable with it, sir."

"That's because you're strong enough to control it, not to mention you've been using it for ten years, so it's no wonder it doesn't go well," said Ollivander, whose pockets kept flying out of tape measures, vernier calipers, test strips and Various measuring tools, which reminded Tom on the side of Nelson's pocket, "Thirteen inches, as a wizard, he should avoid this number, but Gregorovic has always been unbelievable... the material is... eh? Aspen, no, if I remember correctly, isn't aspen white? How did you use it to make it black?"

"I have beeswaxed the wand, sir."

"It's a good habit," Ollivander raised his wand and shook it lightly, "clear water is like a spring."

A spray of water rushed into the sky, forming a perfect fountain.

Ollivander put away his wand and returned it to Ludwig, "Mr. Kant, your wand is in good condition."

"Thank you." Ludwig put away his wand and put it in his pocket.

"Who's next?"

"Let me do it."

Margaret took a step forward, pulled out a slender white wand from her cuff, and handed it to Ollivander.

"Is Garcia still customizing wands for customers with their own materials all these years?" Ollivander took the wand and asked curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander," Margaret nodded, "this is the wand that Mr. Garcia customized for me when I was in school. The wood is the beech my mother planted when I was born, and the core is The fur of a unicorn I met as a child."

"I have to say, this is quite a normal group of materials that Garcia chose." Ollivander was even a little shocked, "I thought he would only use some weird materials."

"Mr. Garcia always believes that the most suitable for customers is the best. Maybe I am suitable for this ordinary material." Margaret shook her head, watching Ollivander use her magic wand to conjure flowers , "I love this wand, it's like family to me."

"Well, that's exactly what wandmakers want to see most. Wizards regard their wands as their own family." Ollivander handed the wand back, "Your wand is well maintained, Miss Sagan."

"Thank you." Margaret retracted her wand and stepped aside.

"It's your turn next, Mr. Riddle," Ollivander turned his head and stared at Tom with piercing eyes, "I still remember that day, you and Mr. Williams came to my shop together, from here I picked up that extraordinary magic wand, and I remember everything that happened that day clearly..."

"Mr. Ollivander, I also remember it clearly," Tom flicked his sleeves, and the wand that had been with him for many years appeared in his hand, and his thoughts were drawn back to the afternoon when he walked into Diagon Alley full of longing, "Yew, phoenix tail feathers, thirteen and a half inches."

Tom raised his hand, his wand dangling in his palm, and flew slowly towards Ollivander.

"That's right, that's right, you remember very well," Ollivander took the wand with satisfaction, "Although I put all my heart and soul into every wand I made, they are all like my children, but This one of yours is without a doubt one of my favorite children."

"You cherish it very much." He put the glasses close to the wand, admiring the unique and gorgeous grain of yew. "It is almost as intact as when it left my shop, and even more beautiful."

After the inspection, Ollivander waved his magic wand, and a rainbow appeared in the sky of the principal's office, which was extremely bright under the sunlight outside the window.

Tom smiled, remembering the advice Nelson had given him when he got the wand.

"If only you were flying with rainbow spray under your robes."

"It seems that you have a lot of good memories about it." Ollivander smiled and stuffed the wand back into Tom's hand. "Your wand is also in good condition. Let me just say, you three don't need me to check it at all." wand."

"Thank you." Sigmund nodded and looked at the three warriors. "You are about to meet the first challenge. It may be unexpected, difficult, complicated, or dangerous. Are you ready?"

Tom and Margaret nodded, while Ludwig straightened up in front of the principal.

"When I saw you, I remembered when I was young, but you are much better than when I was young." Sigmund raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall. "I hope you enjoy this wonderful event." Contest."