My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Castle, wake up.

In the lonely and deep underground, heartbeat-like pulsations flowed along the walls of the castle to the four towers towering in the starry sky. Even the water of the Black Lake, which had been calm for hundreds of thousands of years, and the corners of the Forbidden Forest that no one had ever set foot on followed. jumped up.

Small animals that have multiplied for hundreds of years in the undisturbed forest showed their heads from the corners. A squirrel stood on the top of a pine tree, holding a pine cone, with its cheeks agitated, staring at a pair of pine cones. The small nuclear eyes looked in the direction of the castle. A hyena stood on a branch below it, doing the same movement, with its tongue resting on its fangs, and kept breathing. The scene at this moment was extremely harmonious, as if they had forgotten the food chain What is it.

Unlike the hustle and bustle in the Forbidden Forest, Binns Scarbord's office was deserted enough to make everyone who entered tremble.

For a thousand years, almost every day and night, Professor Binns came here like this. Tonight, he scratched his head anxiously like an insomniac. In front of him was a book full of newspaper clippings from a thousand years ago notebook.

Binns is the only one among the professors at Hogwarts who has not visited Slytherin's remains. He has rich experience like him, and he also expresses his resistance to such a strange meeting with old friends.

Suddenly, the desk shook, and the heavy notebook turned a few pages forward. Professor Binns lowered his head, staring at the newly opened pages, lost in thought.

After a while, he floated to the cabinet by the wall, opened the cabinet, carefully took out a tin cup with a simple shape, and took out the half bottle of wine that Nelson drank with him, poured a full cup, and sat down. Sit on the chair and keep the glass close at hand.

He didn't drink it, but let it volatilize the essence of the millennium into the air.

"Cheers, time." He smiled, grabbed the quill on the table with his transparent hand, and fetched a brand new piece of parchment, "You are really an old friend I love and hate."

The shock spread to every corner of the entire castle except the dormitory, and Professor Binns' office was no exception. He clearly felt the awakening of his old friend. At this moment in Hogwarts, only the students were still sleeping.

He buried his head in the wine glass, and his transparent body became boiling.

"They're all back."

...

"I'm back."

In the principal's room, next to Dumbledore's desk, on the landscape made of sycamore wood, Fox, who was sleeping soundly in his nest, burped contentedly. The headmaster has different expressions on his face.

Slytherin, who had left earlier, opened the door and returned to the painting. Feeling the powerful heartbeat from the wall, he leaned against the gorgeous chair, slid down the back of the chair, and sat on the floor wearily.

Slytherin took out a picture-in-a-picture from his bosom, in which four wizards surrounded by children were drawn in rough brushstrokes - a red-haired wizard with a long silver sword in his hand, his short red hair was like flames It is generally burning, and a mighty lion stands behind it; a black-haired witch with exquisite appearance and a crown, her blue robe is full of sun, moon and stars, and her wise eyes are looking at the goshawk above her head; A witch with long blond curly hair, she is holding a cute badger, with a gentle smile on her face, and the cauldron in front of her is bubbling with bubbles.

In addition, there was an emaciated monkey tied up with black hemp rope. Slytherin held the portrait so hard that his knuckles turned white, and the sides of the portrait were creased. He lowered his head and viciously Cursed in a low voice: "Why is it that I, the great, invincible, genius, benevolent, noble Salazar Slytherin, is the only one drawn so ugly?!"

In the silent office, the sudden sound was extremely harsh, and the other portraits looked in the direction of Slytherin cautiously. Slytherin shook his head, closed his mouth, let go of the hand that was holding the portrait tightly, and the crumpled portrait fell out of his hand. It slipped and was caught by Slytherin when he was about to fall to the floor. He carefully spread the portrait on his legs and smoothed the creases with his hands. These creases were deep and white, as if they were often drawn Pinch it back and forth like this.

"What else can I say? Hmph, I'm not forgiving you." Slytherin closed his eyes leisurely, opened his mouth, and hummed an ancient Muggle song with a broken old voice, although The voice is hoarse, but the singing is melodious enough to travel through time.

Time seems to go back to when Hogwarts was founded. The Big Four came to North Yorkshire through the streets and found a young man with magical talent in the port of Scarborough. The sociable Slytherin and La Wenclaw persuaded the boy's fishermen's parents together, the gentle and kind Hufflepuff took the boy to chat, and Gryffindor, who was not good at these activities, sat by the pier in the port with his beloved little harp , plucking the strings, singing loudly the songs he just learned here.

Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor, the friends who finally came to a fork in the road, their singing seems to meet after a thousand years. With the accompaniment of Phoenix, the audience in the principal's room felt There was relief and expectation in the singing, but the melancholy that was stuck in Slytherin's throat was not heard.

"Give my regards to a girl there who was once my love..."

"Who is his lover?" Phineas tiptoed into Dai Lisi's painting frame and asked in a low voice, "is his wife?"

"I don't know," Dai Lisi sighed softly and said in an extremely rare gentle tone without being violent to Phineas, "this is a folk song from my family. I lived in Scarborough when I was a child." Nearby, I heard from my fathers that at first, the Vikings who were driven by the shipwreck were like a group of savages, and this song is not only about someone missing his lover, but also missing his hometown."

"Hometown? I know where his former residence is."

"Probably not," Dai Lisi patiently explained to this wizard who has no humane care, "For Salazar Slytherin, isn't Hogwarts, which the Big Four have painstakingly built, more precious than a lover? ?”

"I see, then Hogwarts is also my lover."

Dai Lisi took a deep breath, suppressing the desire to communicate through violence.

"Phineas, you may have misunderstood me," Slytherin's voice sounded faintly, and the singing stopped. "Although I am old, I am not deaf."

...

When Nelson was training Peeves in the Misty Realm, Grindelwald was fighting with Dumbledore in the corridor, and there was no sign of their war, but Grindelwald suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at Dumbledore. Bullido frowned, and uttered the spell "idle is idle, let's duel", and the two drew their wands and fought.

It seems to have reached a tacit understanding of "not letting Nelson not recognize the place after he comes out". The curse flashed back and forth, and happened to be hit by the oncoming curse, and was eliminated under considerable magic power.

Grindelwald became more and more excited, but Dumbledore's face became more and more ugly. Although the scene seemed to be equally offensive and defensive, it was hard for Grindelwald's elder wand not to attract attention.

"The Elder Wand?" Dumbledore asked softly while harassing Grindelwald with the transformed small animals.

"It's quite old."

"Its boost is indeed very strong, but Gellert, you said it yourself, the power of a wizard is the real power."

"Why don't you think that I have become stronger? Oh! I just realized that you called me Gellert." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "You yourself said 'for the greater good' I am the only one who still regards it as a standard.”

"..."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but his attack was obviously heavier. After a few moves, he said disdainfully, "Sorry, I was wrong, Grindelwald, relying on external things will only make you weaker and weaker, not to mention, Even the Deathly Hallows doesn't look as strong as we thought it would be."

"Hmph, let's wait and see." Grindelwald raised his wand, but was attracted by the sudden shaking of the floor.

"Look, Albus, your school is awake."

He lowered his head and looked at the corridor where the dagger fragments were shaking into the cracks in the bricks. He stretched out his hand and put it on the wall beside him. Withered and turned into a cloud of dust, wiped into the cracks of the bricks.

"This is not my school," Dumbledore shook his head, looked in the direction where Nelson disappeared, and smiled gratifiedly, "This is their school."

"Really?" Grindelwald asked with a smile, "So you're willing to give up being this bad headmaster and come to Nurmengard?"

"?"

Suddenly, a white vortex opened in the void between the two of them, and a short translucent leg stretched out from the vortex with an unrecognizable goose step.

"Peves, don't goose! I've dispelled the magic!"

Nelson's voice came from the vortex.

"I just found out that I kind of like walking like this!"

Peeves swung his arms and jumped out of the vortex. Dumbledore looked at the ghost that almost broke his defense just now, and saw that his body changed from milky white to clear, but there were two gem-like translucences in his eyes. Dark pupils.

He grinned loudly, and even though he found two wizards surrounding him in the middle of two breadcrumbs as soon as he went out, he pinched his nose without panic and made a crying face at Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, crybaby, I poked your sore spot earlier, I won't bully you in the future!"

Peeves thumped his chest, and Dumbledore felt his fist harden again.

"But pranks are Peeves' bounden duty!" Peeves suddenly shouted righteously and uprightly, startling Dumbledore and Grindelwald on both sides.

"Peves, you—"

"So, goodbye to the crybaby!" Peeves interrupted Dumbledore's question, he snapped his fingers, and two sharp daggers rushed out from the ground, piercing the sole of Dumbledore's leather shoes, and from The toe popped out.

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's confusion, Peeves ran away, his two short legs turned out of the effect of the wheels, and before leaving, he said, "I will bully you next time, you sneaky ugly monster!"

He ran through the wall in a second and was gone, leaving Dumbledore and Grindelwald standing there, looking at each other.

Dumbledore raised his leg, pulled the shoe off the dagger, and looked down, "Yes, if you know how to avoid feet, you've made progress."

"Of course, crybaby, he may have changed a pair of sandals for you in consideration of your exhaustion." Grindelwald teased.

"Peeves should give you a pair too, you sneaky ugly monster." Dumbledore immediately responded.

"Your aesthetic is not the same as that of a castle elf?" Grindelwald asked in surprise, "Would you be excited to see a beautiful three-story building?"

"..."

Dumbledore looked at a gauntlet holding a wand protruding from the vortex, and ignored Grindelwald's not-so-fun joke.

"Wildening, don't act like a fool when you're exploring the road, sticking your wand in and taking a picture when you see a hole."

Grindelwald suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled the wand off, and grabbed the wrist with his backhand, pulling Nelson, who was full of question marks, out of the illusion.

"Ah?" Nelson scratched his head, looking back and forth at the surrounding environment, "Don't you come out wherever you go in? Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sigmund."

Dumbledore turned his head and found that Grindelwald had changed back to Sigmund at some point.

"Here you are, Wertling, by the way, the new clothes are nice," Grindelwald said, taking Sigmund's pose well, or maybe he was letting himself go, and threw back Nelson's wand , said, "I just sent Bob Bowie back to see the second round of the field, but at present, it seems that we can't use this as a field."

"Send Bob Bowie back?" Nelson thought, "Is this sending Grindelwald away? Wait? Didn't Grindelwald leave all this time..."

He suddenly realized that Sigmund in front of him was the one who threatened to hold a "fair, just and open competition" and just happened to be the one who blamed himself for missing questions.

"Professor, I have no intention of inquiring about the competition," Nelson waved his hands again and again, "I'll avoid it."

After that, he looked at Dumbledore, and was about to rub the soles of his feet with oil, when the wind was blowing.

"Nelson, I'll treat you to a lemon sundae after dinner tomorrow," Dumbledore nodded. "It's getting late, go back and rest."

"Good night, Professor." Nelson ran away clattering away in his armor.

"Your Hogwarts school uniform is very retro, maybe I should let Durmstrang learn it," Grindelwald sighed, looking at the armor that disappeared behind the door, "This kid told his little friend before Questions I missed, in front of my face."

"You seem to be someone who can do such a thing." Dumbledore waved his hand, "I hope you can enjoy the game, this Triwizard Tournament is not smooth, I don't want anyone to do anything at Hogwarts Big move."

"Of course, do you think I'm here for this?"