My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh! Let's see who's here!" Flitwick jumped off his chair and applauded. His tone and movements were exaggerated. Unfortunately, his stature is too short, so standing on the ground looks even worse than sitting on a bench. Even shorter.

"Felius." Nelson greeted him, nodding his head in greeting.

"Who is this handsome gentleman?" Flitwick jumped up and down in front of the two. In fact, his speed seemed to be walking, but his movements looked like trotting or race walking, which made this short man look like Full of energy, he raised his head, looked at Nelson beside Tom, and led the two of them to the table with a smile, and asked as he walked, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Senior Flitwick, I'm Tom Riddle." Tom agreed with a serious expression. Although he said this disgusting and mentally retarded all day long, he respected the real strong, Flitwick The champion of this duel contest obviously meets the standard of "strong man".

"Oh, I know you, Professor Slughorn likes you very much." Flitwick propped up his hands, jumped onto the chair he was sitting on nimbly, snapped his fingers, and the two at the empty table next door The chair flew unsteadily behind their buttocks.

Tom threw the big and small bags in his hand on the ground,

Augusta squeezed next to Mag, which made Mag, who was chatting with the big boy, stop talking. She turned to see Nelson and the two of them. She closed a book in her hand, ignoring winking at the side. Augusta looked at the two of them through the glasses, "Nelson, Riddle, Merry Christmas. I hope Augusta didn't cause trouble for you. She always speaks without thinking, and sometimes she is a little crazy. .”

"Who are you calling crazy?" Augusta said dissatisfiedly, teasing the vulture who stayed on the edge of the seat.

"To be honest, I suggest you go to St. Mungo's. If you don't go now, you may go often in the future." Mag rolled his eyes and waved his arms in a flat tone, as if to dismiss a Like a fly, "You didn't even fail your O.W.Ls. in Charms..."

"Don't say this in front of your juniors!" Augusta covered Mag's mouth with a movement that surpassed human agility, and saw Nelson, Tom, and the big boy next to him looking around and pretending that they didn't hear anything When he arrived, he was discouraged, sat down on the chair helplessly, and muttered some incomprehensible words, "What's so good about Charms, what's the use of this thing..."

"Augusta, you can't say that!" Flitwick was best at Charms, "You can't say that a subject is useless just because you can't learn it well."

"Hello, are you a Hogwarts student too?" Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere became tense, Nelson hurriedly extended his right hand to the big boy who was at a loss. He seemed to be more than two meters tall, even He was three meters long, trying his best to nest himself on the delicate little chair in the dining room, which looked a little funny, and this sense of funny became more intense when he and Flitwick next to him came into view. He had long hair and The coat was covered with patches, but it was washed very cleanly. There was an equally round bulbous nose in the middle of his round face, which looked simple and friendly.

Seeing Nelson's outstretched hand, he was at a loss. He hastily stretched out his broad right hand and wiped it on the skirt of his shirt. Then he smiled shyly at Nelson, picked up a napkin from the table and wiped his hands vigorously. , while speaking timidly, his voice did not match his height, and he could tell that he was a fairly immature child as soon as he spoke, "Yes... yes, my name is Rubeus Hagrid, if there is no accident, I should Will go to Hogwarts to study."

When Nelson saw the hand slowly reaching out to him, he grinned. He got up and took a step forward to hold Hagrid's big hand tightly, then leaned forward and patted Hagrid's shoulder vigorously: "Welcome To Hogwarts!"

The three seniors stopped arguing and looked at the two struggling to hug with some relief. Hagrid looked a little happy and said with joy, "I should be entering school next year! Merlin's beard, I Dad thought I would have no talent for magic at first!"

"Just because you're here means you have it," Tom nodded reservedly, flipping through the menu, poking his finger at the dishes under Flitwick's guidance, "I think you'd better come to Slytherin, Slytherin." Raitlin is the best academy, and Gnar can help you with your homework."

"I have reservations." McGonagall and Flitwick said in unison, and Flitwick added, "However, it is okay to help with homework, and we will graduate soon."

"Hahaha..." Hagrid just smiled honestly, he had his own thoughts.

Soon the waiter brought the dishes, and the six people sat around the table eating, while continuing the conversation interrupted by the two visitors, Mag quickly finished eating, wiped his mouth, pursed his lips, and opened his mouth. The book that was closed earlier.

"So you guys gather here to read fairy tales?" Nelson took a small tomato handed to him by Tom, held it in his hand, and asked curiously.

"This is not a simple fairy tale, this is "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"." Mag cleared his throat, "Many people who study this book believe that the things that happen in the story have real prototypes, such as It is believed that in Babbitty's stories she used the advanced transfiguration or Animagus, there are many magical magics, magic props and magical animals in the stories that have never been discovered, possessed or used in real life , but they are miraculous even to wizards, and many spend their lives without finding any clues."

"But this has aroused people's desire to explore even more. No one will endure the temptation of profound magic, magical magic props, or powerful and beautiful magical animals." Augusta said, "We are no exception. We even have some clues already."

"But it's just a fairy tale after all, Gnar." Flitwick said sternly, "In fact, the clue we found was discovered more than 130 years ago, and it was proved to be a fruitless one. clue."

"I just like these stories." Hagrid looked at the side with a naive look, "This book is on my dad's bookshelf, it accompanied me through my childhood, and I even relied on it to learn to read , Mr. Dumbledore asked some seniors and sisters to take me to play, I didn't expect that they had read this kind of book, I thought they only read that kind of advanced magic book."

"Mr. Dumbledore? Do you know Dumbledore?" Nelson was a little curious.

"Yes, my dad goes into the mountains every winter." Hagrid looked worried, but when he talked about Dumbledore, he became reverent again, "Every time he entrusts me to Dumbledore to take care of, now I grow up I don’t think I need to bother him anymore, and he also thinks I need to get in touch with other people more.”

He waved his arms vigorously, showing off his strong arms.

"Are you really born in 2008? I still have some doubts." Augusta looked up at Hagrid's arm with a look of distrust.

"Okay, he's just big-boned." Mag interrupted her, "To tell you the truth, I was as tall as I am now when I was in the first grade."

"I quite like the story." Tom raised his head from the book and read softly the title of an article in the book: "The Warlock's Hairy Heart."

"Hey..." Augusta looked disgusted, "I think this is really disgusting."

"Actually, I think this is a very in-depth story." McGonagall murmured to herself with a look of reminiscence in her eyes: "A heart that lacks love can only bring pain. There are many things compared to love." Not worth mentioning at all.”

"Yes," Tom seemed deeply convinced, and then asked casually, "and I'm a little curious, does this kind of magic that hides the heart or other weaknesses to become powerful really exist?"

"In fact, the heart is not a wizard's weakness." Flitwick explained, "For the doctors who are proficient in healing magic working in St. Mungo's, it may only take a second to mend a broken heart, but If you dig it out like in the book, the doctor may not be able to save you."

"Oh," said Tom thoughtfully, "that's how it is."

"Well, a lot of the stories in Beedle the Bard are full of metaphors, except for what Meg just said about the witch who turned into a rabbit, oh, can I have one? It looks delicious." Got Tom After agreeing, Flitwick waved his hand, and a small tomato flew into his mouth. He chewed it intoxicatedly, while explaining to the two who had never read the book, "Besides, The jumping pot may imply advanced alchemy, which can even be refined into magical props with self-awareness; the Fountain of Good Luck may represent the prototype of Blessing Elixir, the legendary spring that can bring luck; and the most famous The most popular one is "A Tale of Three Brothers"... Oh, it's so delicious, I feel like I'm in love with this fruit."

Flitwick swallowed the little tomato in his mouth (Tom: it's a vegetable!) and kept talking, taking out his wand and drawing a glittering figure on the napkin, he said as he drew, "There are three things in this story. Powerful Deathly Hallows. It is said that anyone who owns these three Hallows can be the master of Death. They are the Elder Wand that can increase magic power and make people invincible, and can resurrect the dead and call people back from Death. The resurrection stone, and the invisibility cloak that can evade everything and become completely invisible... Countless wizards have been searching for these three holy artifacts one after another, and they use this symbol to represent their treasure-hunting ideals."

The final touch of the wand fell, and on the napkin was a gleaming symbol with a vertical line in a circle that ran through a triangle. Looking at the bewitched Tom and the thoughtful Nelson, he spoke slowly, his sharp voice even sounded a little low.

"This is just a story after all. Besides, the strength of a wizard cannot be obtained from external things."

If you are interested, you can read Rowling's "The Tales of Beedou the Poet". There are several stories in it that are really good, and I like Mao Xinxin's one better.