My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Dear students, my name is Filius Flitwick."

The short Flitwick stood behind the desk with a smile on his face. Even though he was stepping on a stool, only half of his head was exposed. He was a little bit excited, but at the same time shy. Behind the desk where the students couldn't see, he used his left hand The toes of the feet kept kicking the heel of the right foot, and Mag, who was passing by the door, shook his head with a suppressed smile.

"Because Professor Sykes has some personal affairs to deal with, Professor Dumbledore invited me to be your substitute teacher for Charms in the last few days of this semester. Actually, I just graduated from Hogwarts not long ago, and I am about the same age as you. I hope that in this short teacher-student relationship, I can meet your requirements for acquiring knowledge."

Flitwick's tone was humble and smiling. Although this was only his first class, he quickly gained the favor of many students. Everyone was already familiar with this senior. When Levy was still a student, he communicated with this enthusiastic and friendly senior, and those students in the lower grades and other schools knew him more from the first round of the Triwizard Tournament. His powerful strength The battle with decency really made everyone look forward to him.

Seeing that Flitwick quickly entered the teaching rhythm, McGonagall left satisfied. As a good friend from the student days, she had a million confidences in Flitwick's magic level. Whether his appearance will cause the students to laugh at him, but so far, it seems that this has not happened at all. On the contrary, he has grown into a world-renowned dueling master with such a unique appearance. This story makes the students respect him even more up.

Two days after the final, the students who were affected by the attack in Salem broke out of coma and weakness one after another. Their young bodies and souls quickly restored them to the same health as before. The strange thing is that those who were in a coma lasted longer of the students feel more refreshed, some of them always have a hazy dream at night, but when they wake up the next morning, the vague memory of the dream will be like a cloud caught in their hands Generally disappear without a trace.

Dumbledore gave the school half a week off, leaving the students plenty of rest and recovery time.

Nelson really felt the changes in the attitudes of the students towards him. When he was walking in the corridor, the students coming towards him would always turn sideways and stand by the wall to let him pass first. There were eyes focused on him. In fact, Nelson was used to this feeling when he lived in Nurmengard, but he did not expect that just a few days after the peaceful campus life, he would fall into this kind of walking again. A restless life in the spotlight.

In their eyes is not only the gratitude when they learned the truth, but also the fear of the unknown. They are afraid that Alexander's iron fist will swing at them in the next second, even though this is almost impossible, even though the person they were afraid of the last second Zhong Cai saved himself.

Fortunately, those friends who were already acquainted with Nelson did not alienate him because of this. On the contrary, they often made fun of it, especially Alphard. Sexual words poked into the hearts of the students with weird expressions around them, which had a good effect. At least after a few days, Nelson felt that the gazes staring at him were much less, and he became a lot more normal.

Compared with previous years, this year's Academy Cup scores have undergone considerable changes. Although the rankings of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor have not changed much, on the day everyone woke up, everyone Have seen Slytherin's house hourglass reveal its empty base, Slytherin scored zero this year!

Fortunately, because of the Triwizard Tournament, the Quidditch Cup was not held this year, otherwise the gap would be even wider. Just when everyone was curious about Slytherin's scores, at the breakfast banquet celebrating the recovery of the students , Slughorn bent down towards the long Slytherin table in front of the whole school, apologized loudly, and blamed himself for the deduction of points.

The students were all stunned by the news. Even Dumbledore's announcement that Flitwick would be the substitute teacher for Charms didn't draw their attention away from the big news of "Slytherin got a zero egg". Professor Raghorn said with a sad expression: "I'm sorry, students, your efforts this year have been in vain in my ridiculous scolding. Slytherin is a house that values ​​honor. I'm sorry because of my absurdity. Mistakes have dishonored everyone's honor."

Everyone in Slytherin saw that the usually vain dean showed such an expression at this moment, and their mood became complicated. Alphard lowered his head and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "It's me It's embarrassing for the academy, if I can live up to the professor's expectations when he handed me the ball that protects sanity, if I can be faster...not only will everyone not be in a coma for so long, the academy will not deduct points."

Seeing that the long table of Slytherin was about to start a review meeting, Dumbledore who appeared at the right time broke the sad atmosphere just right: "Students, there is still nearly a month before the holiday, and now is not the time to cry. "

The little snakes pursed their lips and raised their proud heads one by one.

"Yeah, anyway, it's enough to be higher than Gryffindor in the end." On the side of the Gryffindor long table, the partners were full of encouraging jokes, "Don't worry, we will take advantage of the time at the end of the term to dig another one." Secret way, this way you can deduct another 100 points!"

The sad atmosphere in the dining room was immediately diluted. Nelson gave Tom a push. Tom staggered away from the long table and said, "Professor, we still have time."

"Yes, Professor, we still have time."

"We've had so many academy cups, it's good to add a little challenge."

"We'll hold back when we answer questions in class." This was Dwight's voice, and he walked out of the long Ravenclaw table and came to Tom, "There is no Quidditch Cup this year, you take up so much If it’s still cheaper, then I’ll laugh at you for a whole year next year.”

"You don't need to let me," Tom raised his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Slytherin is just dignified in class, your provocation has broken the seal, and you will be able to see Slytherin's learning level in the next month! "

"come on!"

Dwight stepped forward and patted Tom on the shoulder, followed by Hufflepuff's prefect Amber, the big girl who looked like Hufflepuff himself just asked Tom Slater Whether Lin needed help, Tom thanked her for her enthusiasm, but declined her help.

"Wait, Dwight," Alphard whispered next to Dwight, "what do you mean there is no Quidditch Cup so Slytherin takes advantage?"

"Do I still need to say it?" Dwight shrugged, showing an expression of "knowing everything", and said with a smirk, "Just your big team..."

"What are you talking about, watch out I hit you on the head with a club."

"Come on, Mr. Narrator!"

Alphard feigned anger and punched Dwight in the chest. The two looked at each other and smiled, and squeezed out of the crowd with their shoulders crossed.

More and more students from other colleges gathered around, everyone's faces were full of exhaustion after serious injuries, and also full of joy after the disaster, but at this moment, these emotions related to themselves were more replaced by caring for friends .

Even the teachers and students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who have not yet left were moved by the scene at this moment, and they also felt a little homesick.

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, which was the most precious quality of Hogwarts students in his heart.

"Do you want to sing the school song?" Dumbledore suddenly shouted, he pulled out his wand and pointed at the top of his head, the gold-plated school song lyrics slowly emerged in the center of the dome, without him even starting, the auditorium suddenly echoed with singing sounds of different tunes .

Even the cool-looking Tom couldn't hide his emotion, and started singing loudly. He stood on tiptoe and looked around the crowd, and found Nelson surrounded by the crowd singing. Nelson sang the school anthem this time. - "Thoughts Are Free".

Tom curled his lips in disappointment. He couldn't make such a bad tune.

Then he hummed an old tune that fit so well with the words of the school anthem, and in the corner of the Great Hall, Slytherin's face flashed in an empty frame, and Tom's voice was accurately conveyed in a hundred different tunes. into his ears.

Slytherin looked at the banner of the Four Courts hanging from the dome, and hummed along.

...

Time came to Flitwick's first Charms class, which was taught by Slytherin and Gryffindor. Flitwick casually picked up a fat little boy in the front row, and glanced at He asked the name on the cover of his textbook, "Mr. Moody, can you walk me through what Professor Sykes taught in the last class?"

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick, I won't," Moody stood up and said frankly, "I'm sorry...I've forgotten."

Depressed laughter came from the back row of the classroom, and Moody put his hands behind his back, sternly warning the roommates who stuffed himself in the front row.

"Uh," Flitwick rubbed his hands behind the podium, and said awkwardly, "It's okay, no one has a photographic memory, so in the process of learning, we should review frequently, you sit down. Then... Can you tell me the answer to this question?"

Flitwick pointed to another girl across the aisle from Moody.

The girl who was pointed stood up, first looked at Moody with a strange expression, then turned to Flitwick, and replied, "Professor, we learned the Enlargement Curse and its counter-curse last class. One should learn its application in crops."

"Very good," Flitwick nodded after letting the girls sit down, took out a small pumpkin from under the table and placed it in front of him, and said, "students, please turn to page 423, let us Along with the cases mentioned in the textbook—"

"Professor," Moody, who didn't know anything before, raised his hand again. He bit the bullet and said with a heroic expression on his face, "You haven't gained any points yet!"

"Ah? What?" Flitwick was a little dazed. He had been working on the lesson plans for two days, and even declined Newt's invitation to see the Sphinx. Of course, he carefully studied the Sphinx when he was in school The professor's extra points rule, "Is it even worth extra points for this kind of question now?"

"Professor, don't listen to his nonsense." The girl who answered the question shook her head and said, "This is not a question at all."

"Forget it, Professor." Moody blushed. He didn't know how to make up the next sentence. Fortunately, his bad friend didn't completely abandon him. An explanation came from the back of the classroom, "Professor Flitwick , Professor Sykes did not give any points for asking questions before, which made none of us like to answer questions."

"Is that so...?" Flitwick suddenly showed a fairy smile. He was also there that day. The person with bold words and high ambitions and the encouragement of the three courtyards, he immediately figured out what these upright little lions wanted to do, so he nodded and said, "Okay, Slytherin, add three points... If you want more scores, you have to answer questions that are more in line with the teaching progress in the subsequent courses."

Flitwick clearly saw that the backs of the students in the audience straightened up a lot, and his mood returned to the days when he was a student who was fighting for the Academy Cup. He followed Professor Sykes every day and asked questions about himself. , Minerva, whose arm was broken by a Bludger, wanted to chase the Snitch...

Similar scenes happened in one classroom after another. Looking at the emeralds in the Slytherin hourglass that were growing rapidly despite being far from the penultimate one, Dumbledore felt like he had eaten a meal. Lemon Dessert Feast is even more delightful.

"Minerva, you don't have to do this." After the transformation class in the afternoon, Nelson and Tom followed McGonagall into her office. He said sincerely, "This is unfair to the students of the other three schools."

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall said with widened eyes, "I have always added and deducted points fairly and openly. Also, call me Professor McGonagall."

"Well, I'm just a little moved," Nelson scratched his head, "I really didn't expect the students to be so...so..."

He was a little short of words, but in exchange for this thank you, Mag stared at him, "There are more things you can't think of!"

"By the way, Minerva," Tom said, "didn't you want me and Nelson to help you with something? He's going to London this weekend. If you're free, you can just get it done."

"Call me Professor McGonagall!" McGonagall tapped the heads of the two with the handout, "Are you going to receive the award? Aren't you going?"

"I promised Kant that I would have another duel with him," Tom shook his head, "They are leaving soon."

"Well, Nelson is enough," McGonagall said helplessly, "but our route has to be changed, and we haven't finished fighting Diagon Alley yet!"