My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I didn't expect the earliest Superman to be like this." Nelson was lying on the bed, leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through the "Action Comics" given by Tom, marveling.

"I don't understand why you like to read this kind of stuff." Tom sat on the floor, leaning on the back of Nelson's chair to relieve the fatigue from the battle, he held a handkerchief and wiped his wand carefully, "I think the author is really stupid." Yes, how could an extraordinary person live so poorly."

"Because of the bottom line, Tom." Nelson leaned his head back against the wall, covering his face with the magazine, "Society depends on order, even if you are a wizard with extraordinary magic power, otherwise you will be kept in captivity, hunted, We're the ones who make the wand cores."

"Maybe, who knows?" Tom said noncommittally, "Don't you often say survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest?"

"That's not what I said, it was Darwin who said, and Darwinism applies only to nature, for—"

"Okay, okay, if you listen to it again, your ears will get calloused." Tom waved his hand disapprovingly, interrupting Nelson's words, "How do I feel that you always think that I am a vicious villain, and you are influencing me every day? .”

"That's not enough," Nelson took down the magazine, looked down at Tom who was wiping his wand for the second time, and explained lightly, "I just like to preach."

"That's true, haha," Tom teased, laughing, "Did you know that in Slytherin, those idiots who can't write homework well call you 'Dark Lord', because you always ask them when they borrow homework?" Preaching with a dark face is more rigid than Professor Binns."

"Didn't I lend it to them in the end? Except for Charms, there is really no way, after all, I was caught by Professor Sykes..."

"Yeah, you ended up lending it to them, so they'll call you 'The Great Lord Dark Lord'."

"I didn't expect that I was the first to enjoy this title..." Nelson felt a little speechless, "I think it's better to write less homework, and I will leave it to them in the future."

The two chatted and went about their own business, Nelson continued to flip through the comics, Tom carefully tucked his clean wand into his sleeve, and took a crystal ball from his pocket to play with.

"Want to divination?" He placed the wands that the two had thrown on the table side by side, and stuck the crystal ball between the rail-like wands and rolled it around.

"Do you still believe in this?" Nelson has always sneered at the prophecy. In his opinion, the conditions of the so-called prophecy are so harsh that it seems to be a funny trick created by a squib to prove that he is a wizard.

"Don't you believe it? I saw that the classmates and teachers in the divination class praised you very much." Tom knew that Nelson had always disliked the divination class, but he only thought that Nelson was only interested in divination because he could always spy on his own tragic fate. He was disgusted, but he didn't think he didn't believe it at all. "In history, there are many famous prophecy masters who have made accurate predictions about the direction of major events."

"Yeah," Nelson slumped on the bed weakly, "how strange, there are billions of people in the world, everyone talks nonsense, and there are always two people who will meet."

He jumped off the bed, put on his slippers, walked to Tom's crystal ball, held the crystal ball with his palms, and muttered something, convulsed with poison, and spoofed for a while, then put down his hands, rolled his eyes, and spoke Nonsense.

"I said that when school starts next year, Germany will attack Poland, which will trigger a Muggle war that will sweep the world!" He rolled his eyes, "Maybe there are exactly 364 people in the world talking nonsense and predicting war at this moment, among us There will always be a master prophecy. If there is a real war next year, please call me a prophet."

"It's a deal!" Tom was a little annoyed when he saw Nelson slandering a subject he liked so much, "I'll write a letter to my classmates and ask them to be a witness."

"What are you writing?" Nelson grabbed the crystal ball and played with it. "You don't have an owl now."

"..."

"I'm sorry, I'm talking fast," Nelson apologized, looking at Tom Lightspeed who looked at him with resentment, "For the sake of the bar-headed partridge, I was wrong."

"It's a bar-headed owl..." Tom looked as if he couldn't express his anger, "Did you forget, you said that you are going to London tomorrow morning, and I will go to the post office to deliver the letter."

...

"Nar, do you mean that wizards also take the bus?" At six o'clock the next morning, the whole street was pitch black, and Jonas and Bella stood at the door watching Nelson and Tom waiting for the bus, "I I mean, trams still run on the streets of London! But I don't think the Magic Car needs any rails either..."

"That's what Dumbledore told me. It has been on the road since 1865." Nelson frowned, took out his wand and stretched it out, and made a gesture of hailing a taxi, "As long as you stop the car like this, he will jump out. Wizard The transformation of scientific and technological achievements is sometimes very high."

("Oh, Tom, watch Gnar when you get back to school, don't let him fight!" Bella is trying to help Tom straighten his collar, and Tom is holding his breath and struggling, and his face looks red from strangulation. )

"It's really advanced. I heard that some countries are also researching this positioning system..." Jonas agreed deeply.

("Aunt Bella, our vacation isn't over yet!" Tom waved his hands like a fish struggling on the beach, "We're just going to do Dumbledore a favor and drop by Diagon Alley, we'll be back in the evening .”)

"Magic is still convenient in some senses," Nelson said.

"Yes, and I think most of the time, it's much more convenient than ordinary people's lives," Jonas nodded in agreement, "Gnar, the camera you brought is a boon for photographers and reporters!" You don’t need to wash it, and you don’t even need a flash when taking pictures! It’s just that sometimes there is a bit of ink smear, oh yes, the photo you took at the orphanage the day before yesterday was developed this morning, it’s so good, I want to use it on It's in the newspaper."

"You may have to discuss it with Mrs. Cole."

"I will, seriously, that photo is really great!" Jonas put his arm around Nelson's shoulders, "If you are not a wizard, I must train you to be a reporter!"

("Oh, I forgot." Bella didn't show any embarrassment on her face. "Are you eating out at noon? Do you have money?" She asked with concern, kicking Jonas's legs with her high heels without a trace Shanks, "Even children know that they have to go shopping during the holidays, Jonas, don't you think so?! You and the bus! Go there with the camera!")

"I'll take you around today!" Jonas turned around and assured Bella righteously, as if Bella was pulling him away from shopping. Suddenly, a white light flashed on the street, and he rubbed his eyes, " Wow, is this the magic bus?!"

A tall, three-story, bright purple bus suddenly appeared on the road, with its headlights on, and the word "Knight Bus" written in large golden characters on the front windshield. Tall and falling, it looks bulging, as if and could explode at any moment from stuffing too much.

(Tom: "The color of this car is disgusting...")

It appeared out of thin air, and stopped in front of the four people with a sudden brake. Before it stopped, the door opened. Looking at the long, strangely curved tire tracks on the ground, Tom swallowed, "Can we change to another means of transportation? If we can't, we can take a taxi."

"Don't worry, sir~" A brown-haired boy with thick round eyes jumped out of the bus that hadn't stopped yet, and staggered on the ground due to inertia, at least none of the shovels flew out. He straightened himself up, took off his hat and saluted, "Three gentlemen, and this beautiful lady. Welcome to the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger bus for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wands and go Come on board and we'll take you wherever you want. My name is Ern Pullan and I'll be your conductor tonight."

"The service attitude is really good." Jonas praised.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir. I have to say that your glasses are very handsome!" Ern Pullan grinned, his teeth seemed to flash brightly, "Where are you going? As long as you are on land Anywhere, we can deliver!"

"Can America do it too?" Jonas asked curiously.

"Of course, but the fare and time will be more."

"We want a ride." Tom leaned over Bella, grabbed Nelson and dragged him to the car. "The two of us."

"See you tonight! Aunt Bella! Uncle Jonas!" The two said goodbye as they got into the car.

"Gentlemen, please sit here." Ern Pullen welcomed them to the two seats by the window on the second floor and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Diagon Alley." Nelson was a little sleepy, and had already closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"It takes thirteen silver Sickles to get to Diagon Alley from here. If you can add three Sickles, you can get a cup of hot cocoa. If you add one Sickle, you can make up one Galleon, and we will give you a pair of wool socks, and a two-sickle discount coupon."

"We want cocoa, thank you." Nelson handed out two Galleons.

"Okay, do you want us to heat your socks next to the boiler? I think the happiest thing in the morning is to put on warm wool socks."

"..." Nelson looked at the enthusiastic conductor seriously, hoping to see that he was joking or really thought so, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly through the thick glasses, so he gave up helplessly, "No, thank you .”

"Okay, wait a minute, two cups of hot cocoa." He hummed and walked to the first floor.

"Wait, Ern, don't you lose money every time you give out coupons like this?" A hoarse voice came from the back row.

"Sir, this is economics." The glasses under the conductor's glasses couldn't see clearly, but Nelson felt that he seemed to have burst into laughter. He coughed and said seriously, "Yeah, we are losing money. We are losing money every day. You can only live on the bus."

The double quotes around the line are really disgusting