My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"May I ask you are?"

"Excuse me, that's right, it's your butt." The man who suddenly interrupted the conversation didn't seem to have heard Nelson's question, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider. On the empty chair by the table, I pushed Tom's chair aside by the way, "Hey! Are you on a date? It's hot enough to run this way."

Nelson and Tom were a little nervous about his sudden appearance, lively appearance, and greasy words. They dropped their spoons and reached for their wands at the same time.

"Put away your hands that are groping in your pockets. You are indeed Albus's student, just as sneaky as him." It was clearly winter, but he looked very hot, and wiped the pimple on his forehead with his sleeve. Khan took off his khaki coat with one hand, and yelled at the busy shopkeeper in a rude tone, "Sheldon, have a glass of lemonade, add a lot of ice, hurry up!"

"Sir, who are you?" Nelson did not withdraw his hand as he said, but drew out his wand, stared at him vigilantly, and asked the question just now again.

"Me?" He raised his head with a surprised look on his face, "Are you asking who I am? Oh, sorry, I didn't expect someone to be curious about who I am. I thought you were asking someone else, Sheldon or something .”

"Does it matter who I am?" He looked indifferent, and while taking the lemonade brought by the shopkeeper, he threw a few silver coins over, took a sip from the straw, and asked himself lightly, "No It matters, it doesn't matter at all, who cares who I am? I forgot what my name is, and of course no one cares what my name is, they call me the genius Albus Percival Woolf Brother of Rick Bryan Dumbledore, if you must call me by a name, you can call me Aberforth."

"Oh! Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore." Nelson looked at the frantic man in front of him, knowing it, and put away his wand. Unexpectedly, Professor Dumbledore hired his younger brother as a substitute teacher.

"Call me Aberforth, thank you." He seemed to resist the surname Dumbledore, "Don't call me Aberforth Dumbledore, this name sounds a bit disgusting."

"Okay, Aberforth, this is what Mr. Dumbledore asked me to hand over to you." Nelson nodded helplessly, and took out the small package that Dumbledore gave him before the holiday from his pocket, "Also, The two of us are not dating."

"Sorry," Aberforth dealt dryly, without seeming apologetic, "Maybe I'm a bit of a loser, and now I see two men walking down the street like they're on a date."

He took the package, opened a small slit, peeked in, carefully stuffed it into a zippered pocket on the right hand side, suddenly raised his head and stared at Nelson with interest, and asked, "Albus Didn't they teach you how to tell if someone is real? What if I'm a dark wizard in disguise? Then you two would be dead the moment you touched your wand."

"Mr. Aberforth, I don't care about that." Nelson picked up the spoon that fell on the table, wiped it with a piece of paper on the table, and stirred the cold hot drink with the spoon," said Professor Dumbledore Now, if it's a chestnut-haired man, I'll give him the package."

"Sorrel hair, haha." He smiled nervously, "This is really the proudest part of me...the only thing that is different from the genius Albus Dumbledore."

"Besides, the things that Dumbledore can entrust to students like us should not be very important." Tom has always been inexplicably wary of Dumbledore, which has created an even more inexplicable trust. He went on to Nelson Then he said, "This package must not be very important, and even if something goes wrong, he will protect us."

"Hey! Boys, I have to give you a piece of advice." Aberforth picked up the glass and sipped it hard, until the glass made the sound of air pushing the ice cubes against each other, and he said slowly, "You better not Hanging out with Albus, everyone says he's the only one who can beat Grindelwald, but do you know why he doesn't do it? Because of Grindelwald's most famous catchphrase - 'for the greater good', Abu Si is the one who understands best!"

As he spoke, Aberforth's voice gradually rose, the reckless and rough temperament disappeared, and his words became angry and high-spirited, and the people dining around looked at him, and because they heard about the Dark Lord He turned his head away because of the topic, and only stared at the man with the red neck from the corner of his eye.

He picked up the glass with only ice cubes left in his hand, raised his head and poured all the ice cubes into his mouth, chewing vigorously, making a "creaking" sound, chewing for a long time, as if he had completed some ritual Swallowing the ice slag in his mouth, he moaned contentedly, and said softly, "Albus is not the kind of kind person you imagine, he likes to leave the most dangerous things to the weakest If someone else does it, he will just hide behind his back despicably and pretend to be a good person.”

Aberforth snorted heavily, put the cup on the table, and then looked at the thoughtful two with interest.

"We are not weak people." Tom also snorted, and he stared at Aberforth's face with dissatisfaction. It sounded like a prefect contemptuous of a student who violated the school rules.

Aberforth was noncommittal, he moved his eyes to Nelson who was looking directly at him, heard his words, and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Aberforth, I'm not interested in these things." Nelson clasped his hands on the table and supported his chin. "Besides, I believe that Professor Dumbledore is not such a person."

Hearing this, Aberforth was overjoyed. He laughed impolitely for a while, and soon, the laughter stopped abruptly. He leaned forward and stared closely at Nelson's face, which had not changed at all, and said in a low voice. asked, "Oh? Do you think you know Albus better than I do?"

Nelson recalled the scene when Dumbledore had arrived at the orphanage a few months earlier, recalled the news he had read about Dumbledore's academic achievements in the Daily Prophet, recalled the old, rueful, Weak, relieved, and brave Dumbledore——Nelson also leaned forward and looked directly at the man in front of him, at his chestnut hair and beard that had been twisted into strands for a long time, and at his dusty man. Looking older than his brother's cheeks, he looked directly at his pair of blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Dumbledore's, as if they had the power to see through people.

Nelson nodded and said seriously, "I think I know Professor Dumbledore better than you."

Aberforth also looked directly into Nelson's eyes. From those royal blue eyes, he could see nothing but his own eyes. He could feel the expression of the boy in front of him when he said that ridiculous sentence. He was categorical, he even wanted to use Legilimency to see what this kid was thinking. In his wild thoughts, this man who could duel with Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore turned his eyes away first.

"I like you, kid, and I will teach you well in the next period of time." He shook his head with a wry smile, grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair and stood up, "I'm not a bitch Man, I just hope you don't get spoiled by Albus."

"Professor Dumbledore also asked me to tell the substitute teacher how to take the train—" So Nelson hurriedly stood up to see him off. Tom dawdled on the chair for a long time, and he didn't seem to want to treat this vulgar person very politely.

"Okay, my home is in Hogsmeade, Albus really thinks I'm a fool." Aberforth put his coat on his shoulders, took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, turned and stared at Looking at Tom, "And you, boy, I hope that after school starts, I can see what it means to be 'not a weak person'."

Then he squeezed sideways and disappeared into the crowd.

"He's really cool, isn't he?" Sheldon, who came to pack the Aberforth cups, suddenly whispered something in Nelson's ear. Nelson was startled, and when he saw the shopkeeper next to him, he took out his pocket and prepared to pay the bill and leave .

"He paid it all for you, and even had a little left over." Sheldon spread out one hand, with a few copper coins lying in the palm, while feeling sad, "I wanted to be such a wizard back then... I was such a wizard, actually, until I..."

"Take more as a tip, thank you!" Nelson and Tom quickly left the soda shop, looking at the sun above their heads, the big clock on the gate tower of Gringotts was pointing in the direction of a few degrees past eleven o'clock, and they prepared to Find a place to eat first, and then go around in the afternoon.

"Gal, what shall we eat?"

"I don't care, what about you?"

"Just like you."

"..."

December 26, 1938 was not destined to be an ordinary day. Two talented young wizards walked down the streets of Diagon Alley hungry. They almost starved themselves to death because they didn't know what to eat. There are only two legendary stories missing.

"Let's eat with us." Augusta, whom I met in the morning, suddenly appeared behind Nelson and Tom who were hesitating at the entrance of a French restaurant. She patted their shoulders and pointed behind her when they turned around. An unremarkable little shop, "You have walked around here several times, and we are dying of anxiety when we look inside, come on, let's eat together."

The two had basically lost their ability to think. They followed Augusta into this small shop. As soon as they entered the door, they could smell the sweet aroma of thick cream. A harmonious scene was being played on a table by the window. Another weird scene - sitting across from the short Flitwick was a large boy who seemed to be at least two meters tall, and the usually stern-faced McGonagall was beside him talking happily.

About the setting of some characters:

The protagonist, Nelson Virtanen Williams, was born a day later than Tom Riddle.

According to the official novel in Pottermore, Minerva McGonagall had been working steadily at Hogwarts for a period of time in 1945. Before that, she also worked in the Ministry of Magic for two years and had a failed relationship. The specific time was not found. The original book did not mention that she had an intersection with Voldemort when she was a student, but based on the time point of 1945, she probably graduated around 1940, so she was set as the protagonist's senior sister.

Filius Flitwick, and McGonagall made the sorting hat entangled in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for a long time in the sorting ceremony, and they are friends with McGonagall, so it is set to be the same year as McGonagall .

Rubeus Hagrid, a year younger than Voldemort, has nothing to say.

Myrtle, that is, Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, is in the same class as the protagonist, Ravenclaw.

About why the protagonist doesn’t like Slytherin: It can be understood that even if he doesn’t like Slytherin, he was assigned to Slytherin during the pottermore test. In addition, Slytherin has produced dark wizards since ancient times, because it is in the UK. , The powerful black magic is generally inherited in the pure blood family, not created by Voldemort. (No offense to fellow Slytherins, the author is also a Slytherin)

Mantra: In a unified format, the floating spell is "flying quickly", without the transliteration of wingardium leviosa.