My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Yes, school of magic." Dumbledore smiled at Tom, "Tom, you are a wizard."

　　 "Magic?" Tom repeated softly, "My skills are...Magic?"

　　 "What are your skills?"

"Various!" Tom's tone was excited. This recognition and the feeling of finding the same kind made him flushed and unconscious. "I can let things that are far away from me fly in the air, I can listen. Understand the language of snakes, if I want to, I can hurt the people I hate."

　　 "This is not a good habit, Tom." Dumbledore looked serious.

　　 "I know, but you understand..."

　　 "I think you should call me "Professor" or "Sir"." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and told Tom.

　　 "Oh, okay, professor..." Tom dragged a long tone, and said dryly, "You don't care about trampling an ant to death, right."

　　 "Tom, casting magic on Muggles, or even hurting them, is not allowed. Besides, if you trample on an ant, I will be very concerned."

"Well, Professor, you are really a saint." Tom perfunctorily, but as if he had discovered a new world, excitedly said: "You said'Muggles'? Do you mean those mortals? I knew I should use a different one. To call them by name—to distinguish them from such extraordinary people as us."

　　 "Yes, Tom, but I think you should be willing to go to Hogwarts to study—"

　　 "Of course I do!"

"Then I think I should give you a lesson first. Although school has not yet started, as your teacher, I should make you understand that you should not be indifferent to life anyway." Dumbledore looked at the opposite face with some worry. Excited handsome boy, he thought of a close friend of his once.

　　 "I understand, I understand..." Tom's tone became more and more perfunctory, "Gnar always chants these words next to me."

"Nall?" Dumbledore said with a hint of surprise, "Mr. Nelson Williams? Tom, can you take me to find him? I have something for you." Dumbledore stood up. He was amazed at the fact that Tom accepted that he was a wizard so quickly. Such things are rare among the little wizards who have never been in contact with the wizarding world.

"I know where he is, but..." Tom also stood up. He tried to look at the adult wizard opposite, but his eyes could only fall on Dumbledore's fuchsia chest. "But can you prove that you are not a liar? After all, there are always traffickers in our orphanage who want to take advantage of the loopholes."

Dumbledore nodded with interest, drew his wand from his pocket, and waved at the chair he had just sat on. The old wooden chair turned into a luxurious sofa, and he waved his wand again. The sofa turned back into a chair. Tom stared at the chair intently, for a while, then stared straight at Dumbledore's wand, "Where can I get one?"

　　 "There will be," said Dumbledore, "then take me to Mr. Nelson Williams, Tom."

　　 The two walked out, and Tom led the way: "Gnar lives on the second floor, my downstairs, but now he is basking in the sun on the roof."

"Baking in the sun?" Dumbledore looked at the sky outside through the corridor window. It was the most common big cloudy day in Britain, accompanied by the smog peculiar to London. "People should really bask in the sun." He seemed to be Convince yourself.

　　 The two walked to the top of the stairs, just in time to see the blond boy climbing down from the skylight ladder.

　　 "Gnar! Come here!" Tom yelled at him.

Dumbledore looked at the young man walking towards him. His face was softer than the British people around him. He had pale blonde hair, but the blonde was too pale, like silver, which reminded him again. His former best friend, he shook his head, threw the distracting thoughts from his mind, and nodded at Nelson with a smile: "Presumably you are Mr. Nelson Williams! I am a teacher, and I work in a school named Huo. Gawaz’s school, invite you and Mr. Riddle to come to our school. You can call me Professor Dumbledore."

Nelson walked in front of the two of them and looked up at the young Dumbledore. "Just call me Nelson, Professor Dumbledore. Could you please introduce us to this school?" He rushed to Dumbledore's side. Tom blinked, and Tom saw him making a grimace, turning his mouth to Dumbledore, turning his face to the other side.

　　 "Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk slowly?" Dumbledore said briskly.

　　 "Oh, okay." Nelson looked at Dumbledore in front of him, and finally saw the real person, staying with the greatest wizard of modern times, and his excitement could not be suppressed. "Let's go to the lobby, sir."

　　...

　　 "So you mean, Tom and I are... wizards? Are they?"

"Yes, from the description of Tom just now, I think you two have unique magical talents. If you come to Hogwarts, I believe you will have extraordinary achievements. For young wizards like you, yours The abilities are amazingly refined and mature—and the most interesting point is—you have found that you can control these abilities to some extent and begin to use them consciously."

　　 "Thank you for your praise." Nelson complimented, "This seems to be a picture cake."

"Painting a pie? Is drawing a pie to satisfy your hunger? You are really well-informed." Dumbledore fought back a little, "but you have to believe that what I said is true, maybe you were just two fronts of the West End Orphanage in London before. Confused orphans, but now, you have entered the world of magic."

　　 "Gnar, we can do great things!" Tom interrupted.

　　 "Yes, the world of magic is unbelievable." Nelson leaned on the chair and looked out the window, his mind drifting away with his eyes, couldn't help sighing, "The world of magic..."

　　 "However, we don't have money." Tom jumped out and pointed out the most serious problem in a timely manner. Looking at Dumbledore's face, he quickly added "Professor".

"It's not a problem." Dumbledore took out two leather bags from his pocket. "Hogwarts has a special fund to support students who are temporarily shy, and I brought this money today. "

　　 Tom took the purse and took out a gold Jialong, which was a thick gold coin, "Then where should we go to buy the books and the things we need? Professor."

"In Diagon Alley." Dumbledore said, "I brought your admission notice with a list of needed books and school supplies. I can help you buy everything—" He took two more from his pocket. Roll of parchment.

　　 "You want to accompany us?" Tom raised his head and asked.

　　 "Of course, after all, you guys—"

　　 "No," Tom replied, "I can go with Gnar. We are familiar with London. How can I get to this Diagon Alley—Professor?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a while, and quickly handed Tom the parchment, and told him the specific route from the orphanage to the broken cauldron bar, and then said: "You can definitely see it, but the Muggles around you can't see it. Yes. Ask about Tom the bar owner-it's easy to remember, the name is the same as yours -"

　　 Tom was unhappy, Dumbledore perceived sensitively, "You don't seem to like the name'Tom'?"

"There are too many people called'Tom', there are probably tens of thousands in London!" Tom muttered and waved his arms as if driving an invisible mosquito. "With the same name as so many mortals, it makes me feel nausea!"

　　 "You are also a mortal, Tom." Nelson said suddenly next to him, and Tom stopped angrily, still muttering some unintelligible words in his mouth.

　　 Dumbledore glanced at him approvingly, wondering why he didn't take the money, "Mr. Williams, why don't you take away your notice and bursary?"

　　 "I have to go back and discuss it with my aunt."

　　 "What else to discuss? Don't you want to learn magic?" Tom began to wave his arms again.

　　 "Mr. Williams, you are right, family is the most precious thing." Dumbledore patted Nelson's shoulder approvingly, then handed him the parchment, "You should keep the admission notice first."

　　 Nelson took the parchment.

　　 "Look." Dumbledore cheered up. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 He untied the silk thread that tied the parchment paper, spread it on the table and smoothed it, took a deep breath, and looked at the text on it:

　　 [Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Armando Dippet (special grade magic school recognized by the International Witchcraft League Association)

　　Dear Mr. Nelson Wiltning Williams: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of books and school supplies needed for studying.

　　The school will start on September 1. Please use your owl to send a reply letter before July 31st.

　　 Your loyal, principal Armando Dupete. 】

　　 "You don't need to reply, after all, you don't have an owl yet." Dumbledore added, "The owl is the most common messenger in the wizarding world. You will also need to raise one in the future. You can use the school first during your studies."

　　 "You take the train to school on September 1st, from Kings Cross Station." Dumbledore took another envelope from his pocket, "I also brought the ticket. The details are on the parchment in the envelope."

　　Tom took the envelope, opened it, and put it in his pocket carefully.

"Then, Mr. Williams, let's go, let's find your aunt." Dumbledore got up happily, as if he had discovered something interesting from the two young wizards. "As an educator, and a parent of the student Keeping in touch is a must."

　　 Nelson was already impatient, he couldn't wait to plunge into the great adventure of the wizarding world immediately, before that, he needed a short goodbye with his family. He got up and opened the door, asking Dumbledore to go first. "Thank you!" Dumbledore went out and said goodbye to Mrs. Cole.

　　 Tom clutched his money bag and Nelson's money bag tightly, followed out the door, and chased the two who went first out of the orphanage.