My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, do you want to come and learn together?"

After class, Tom returned to the dormitory with Nelson. He put the box that Professor Slughorn gave him on the bed, wiped his hands, and opened the lock on it.

"No, thank you," Nelson shook his head. "If it's related to potions, I think I'd better not have this knowledge, lest I have any unrealistic fantasies."

"Okay." Tom shrugged and opened the suitcase. After a long silence in the dormitory, Nelson finally came over curiously. The two of them looked at the contents of the suitcase and gasped together.

"hiss……"

The air in the bedroom was hot.

In the suitcase, a pink transparent gemstone was quietly lying on top of an old notebook. Compared with common gemstones, she had no brilliance, but she exuded a magic power enough to drive all wizards crazy. Tom said heavily He swallowed, turned his head with dull eyes, and rubbed his hands on Nelson's coat.

"What are you doing?" Nelson also swallowed, waved his wand, and locked the bedroom door tightly.

"I know your clothes have a 24-hour dust-proof spell." Tom turned his head, tremblingly picked up the pink gem with both hands, handed it to Nelson, who was also trembling, and flipped over. Opened the stale note under the gem.

The ink on the first page looks fresh, smells like ink, and looks freshly written.

"Tom, I originally planned to give you this gift on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony, but your performance surprised me again. This is an unfinished Philosopher's Stone. I don't have the energy and time to complete it. I hope you can replace me and reach the highest achievement of this Potions wizard—”

Tom didn't even dare to breathe, and continued to turn to the next page.

"I know that many people think that I only value wizards with outstanding talents, but turn a blind eye to mediocre people. You sometimes express dissatisfaction with my concept in a subtle way. I can't help but feel it, but Tom, I once and You love everyone just as much, I had a lot of Muggleborn friends, bad grades friends, crappy magic friends, I used to have a good teenage years with them until I met a Muggleborn girl, It was at your age that I experienced the sweetness of (repeatedly daubed traces) ignorant love, but (indistinct handwriting)..."

Professor Slughorn's handwriting had become scribbled, as if he had been drunk while writing this.

"Nicole Flamel's story about the Philosopher's Stone once gave me great fantasies. When I was young, I used it to save my cherished people, but unfortunately, I overestimated my ability. In the past twenty-five years, I have only achieved this level with this Philosopher's Stone, and it is meaningless to me now, but I hope it can help you."

The third page was splattered with ink, and the handwriting was crooked, making it difficult to read.

"So I've grown to like being friends with good people, and I feel like they can go far enough to protect themselves in dangerous situations, so that I don't have to deal with the grief of losing someone important, Tom, since school , you are the student I pay the most attention to, not only because of your excellent grades, but also because of your firm bottom line. I can see that you cherish life, and even hinted at some evil magic that can prolong your life, but you I have always sneered at them, which also allows me to safely hand over this unfinished Sorcerer's Stone to you, but it can be regarded as waste utilization. If I hadn't met you, I would have planned to destroy it in a few years."

Seeing the phrase "evil magic", Nelson raised his eyebrows. It was an unimaginable path.

"No," Tom turned his head, stared at the gem in Nelson's hand, and said struggling, "It's too precious."

"Look down." Nelson pointed to the fourth page turned by Tom, and said softly, "Professor Slughorn has blocked the back road."

Tom followed Nelson's fingers to page four.

"The Sorcerer's Stone will arouse everyone's greed," Professor Slughorn's handwriting became solemn, as if emphasizing, "be sure to protect it, and don't tell anyone about it except those you trust the most. Own it, don't even think about giving it back to me, I don't need it anymore, I've made up my mind, I'll cast an oblivion spell on myself later, I'm sorry, throwing this heavy thing to you, And treat it seriously as a baby."

Tom turned another page, and the handwriting became immature and old. It looked like it was written by Professor Slughorn when he was young, and it was already related to the Philosopher's Stone.

"Huh..." Tom looked at the gem in Nelson's hand and frowned, "What should I do?"

"It turns out that Professor Slughorn, who is so free and easy, will have an unbearable past." Nelson leaned forward, threw the Philosopher's Stone into Tom's hand, flipped the notes forward, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that he wants to Using the Philosopher's Stone to prolong the life of his first love? But that person doesn't seem to last until the Philosopher's Stone is finished, and even it's still a half-finished product. It turns out that slugs used to be snails."

"Alas..." Tom sighed again and again, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, having trouble, after thinking for a while, he suggested, "Gnar, why don't you put it where you are."

"Where am I?" Nelson shook his head, "Although my small ball is good for holding things, I'm afraid that someone will throw it out sometime."

"I'm talking about the trance, don't you own a city?" Tom said, "Let's find a place to hide it, and no one should find it."

The two discussed for a while, roughly read Professor Slughorn's notes, and finally entered Nelson's city. Nelson found a bank on the corner of the street where the bank should be stored, and locked the Philosopher's Stone in the safe in the basement .

"I have to explain that although the Misty Illusion seems much safer, as far as I know, there are at least three people who can come in, and each of them is extremely difficult." Nelson said, "So we still have to find a safe place as soon as possible. "

"I know." Tom clenched his fist and nodded, "I'll get it right."

"In that case, I'll send a letter to buy some needed things, but some materials are said to be hard to get now, maybe we have to go hunting by ourselves."

Nelson helped Tom stuff the box under the bed and set up heavy protection, and the two went to the Ravenclaw Tower to post the letter together.

When they were going up the stairs, a small crew-head standing hesitantly at the door of Professor Sykes' office appeared in their sight. Tom tugged at Nelson's arm, and the two slowed down.

...

"Let me remind you again that the paper assigned last week is still two weeks away from the deadline, please hand it in on time," Professor Sykes had already packed in the spell classroom downstairs while Nelson was still suffering from Potions class. After completing her lesson plan, she was about to finish class. "By the way, the students in your two schools also need to hand in their homework on time. I will write to your spell professor regularly to report on your studies."

She looked at the unfamiliar faces in the school uniforms of other schools among the seventh graders of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, roughly counted the number of people, picked up the lesson plans, and prepared to leave.

"Professor," a boy from Durmstrang raised his hand, "I have a question for you."

Professor Sykes squinted his eyes to look at the little crew cut, and tried to remember his name, but she quickly gave up. Her eyesight is not good, and these Durmstrang boys all have the same haircut, which is very different. Not sure, she shook her head, put down the lesson plan, and said, "Go to my office and talk about it, by the way, hold this lesson plan for me."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked out of the classroom, returned to the office on the tower, closed the door and sat behind the desk.

The teapot on the table had no open flame, but it was continuously heating the tea in it. In the curling steam, she rubbed her temples wearily.

In front of her was a very elegant tea set. A few years ago, Nelson used this set of tea sets to perform "the art of drinking tea" for her. Professor Sykes, who was delighted to see him, immediately presented Aberforth with a fake tea set. Dumbledore wanted them, and they made tea in the office every day, which was a rare moment of leisure for her, but the tea she made herself was not always as stunning as Nelson's art, she sighed and waved her wand , Clear tea gushed out of the pot and fell into the teacup in front of him.

"We should have called Williams over again to learn from it," Professor Sykes held up his teacup and sighed over the boiling tea, "Oh...it's a pity."

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a hasty knock on the door, Professor Sykes frowned, drank the tea in the cup, put down the cup, and shouted at the door: "Come in, the door is unlocked."

The door opened, and a crew cut man in Durmstrang's school uniform walked in. It was the "fanatic fan" of Nelson.

As soon as he entered, he turned around and locked the door, and unbuttoned his school uniform.

"What are you doing?" Professor Sykes stared at him unkindly, "There's no need to close the door."

Without saying a word, Xiaoping took out two small badges from the inner pocket of his robe, one was a coat of arms with a copper balance engraved on it, and the other had a picture of a man crucified on a cross. The wizard on the bed, the broken wand was thrown casually at his feet.

After the birth of barter in this world, the craziest are businessmen. If the price is right and the benefits are sufficient, they are willing to provide anyone with anything they need in any way. There is such a group of people among wizards. Their history Almost as old as magic, they would do anything for the golden Galleons - custom wands for goblins in the goblin rebellion, abducting fresh wizarding children for werewolf clans, selling magical creations they needed for Muggle anti-wizard groups ——The more dangerous the business, the more huge profits can be obtained, this is the creed of this group of wizards.

Their main business is to smuggle all kinds of goods that are prohibited by wizarding laws in the magic black markets located in various countries around the world. It is ridiculous that they, who claim to be fair, have positioned their logo on a balance, and the former Sek The Si family is one of them.

As the world's leading family of magical animal breeding, the Sykes family controlled most of the magical animal sources in Africa that reached the 5X level of danger before their family fortune. It is a pity that they have fallen into this generation. The younger sister, Jokunda Sykes, is left with only a pair of cubs left by their father and a bunch of breeding rules that are equivalent to waste paper.

In order to maintain the expenses of herself and her sister, the young Melissa Sykes signed a 50-year contract with a former neighbor of her father's venom until she became a professor at Hogwarts. Only then did she realize that her deal partner was the notorious anti-wizard organization—Second Salem.

The Second Salem, who hardly mastered magic, was best at a potion that used the venom of the Winged Demon as a raw material to achieve an effect similar to the Imperius Curse. This was the winning weapon for their daily disgusting wizards but had never been wiped out.

Xiaoping raised his hand and threw the badge at Professor Sykes, almost falling into the teacup in front of her.

Professor Sykes stared at the badges that fell on the table, with an ugly expression on his face. She obviously understood the meaning of the two medals.

Not long ago, Professor Sykes heard that those dark wizards in Knockturn Alley who were engaged in smuggling business were almost wiped out by two foreign dragons, and Second Salem was also chased by the crazy old headmaster. Finally, he was able to get rid of the past, but he didn't expect them to come to the door again so soon.

"It's crazy, you guys have already started doing business with those Muggle lunatics." She pursed her lips tightly and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say you don't bother me if you have nothing to do?"

"Of course there is something to do, and besides, you may think of me as those greedy goblins." Xiaopingtou's tone did not show any respect for the teacher from the students, but said bluntly, "Melissa, I am here on behalf of our mother." Ask you, why have we received less and less goods over the years?"

"Mother?" Professor Sikes asked, looking at the crew-head in bewilderment, "are you with those Muggles?"

"I'm just a normal person, but I'm sick and infected by evil magic." Xiao Pingtou replied through gritted teeth.

"It doesn't matter, you can think whatever you like." Professor Sykes had no intention of teaching him tirelessly and pulling him back on the right track.

"So why are we getting less and less goods?"

"I've said it countless times. The Winged Demon raised by our family was lost by Jokunda. If you really can't understand human language, or can't read, I suggest you find a translator," Professor Sykes said with a straight face. Sitting behind the desk, he said sharply, "In addition, I don't want to emphasize again, I have nothing to do with you now, the Sykes family will not participate in anything related to stinky monsters in the future, and, in Hogg Woz, please call me Professor Sykes."

"Professor Sykes?" Xiaopingtou smiled sarcastically, "Melissa, is there really a professor who smuggled poison in this world?"