My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "You are right." Tom nodded and added, "But from another perspective, powerful magic items also need to serve powerful wizards, don't they?"

　　 "Yeah." Flitwick nodded in agreement, "If you can think of it this way, that would be great."

"But—" Hearing the conversation between the two, McGonagall said seriously in a worried tone, "It is said that the old wand of the eldest of the three brothers is in the hands of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald at this moment. Powerful wands are mastered by more powerful black wizards, which may lead to extremely terrible disasters. Even his group of black wizard followers use the symbols of the Three Hallows as their signs. If they get more Hallows..."

Several people around have expressed their worries about the wizarding world, their trust in social order, and their determination to display their ambitions and set things right. Just like the common dormitory talks in college dormitories decades later, these people have their age, knowledge, and ancestry. Each has its own highs and lows, but at this moment, there is a feeling of high spirits like "just a young student".

But Nelson’s eyes drifted, and the wizard’s magical world had a strong trace of fatalism: the old magic wand in the three holy artifacts was passed down in the hands of a dying master, the resurrection stone was hidden in a tragic family, and the invisibility cloak was destined to be destined. It was passed to the protagonist of the story, Harry Potter, and the owners of the sacred artifacts were also destined to kill each other and chase each other...A phoenix's tail feather was destined to defeat its other brother, a glass ball recorded by a crappy wizard madly Can determine the fate of the world for decades.

"Then why am I here?" Nelson thought, leaning on his forehead. He had thought about this problem countless times, whether it was the first time Mrs. Cole brought him and Tom to meet him. When Ravenclaw’s tower met a girl named "Myrtle", or at this moment, he did not want to understand the meaning of his existence. Is it good for this story to venture into a complete story? ? He thought again and again, "I don't know whether this fate includes me, maybe I did play a role in this history, but I have to do something."

　　 "Gnar, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "It's nothing," Nelson came to his senses. He saw Tom with a concerned look on his side. Hasn't this changed? Thinking of this, he smiled triumphantly, "There is a bone in this piece of meat that hasn't been picked, and some choke to me."

　　 "Huh, you are so strange." Suspicious was written on Tom's face. "I am so happy to be choked."

　　 After finishing this slightly heavy topic, the atmosphere on the table quickly became warm again.

"Minerva, speaking of it, you wouldn't really be in love with Muggles? If you want me to say that you don't have anything to eat even if the old cows eat young grass." Augusta cared for McGonagall, and turned to Nelson. She turned her mouth in the direction, and she was not idle under her hands. She asked for a plate of fresh meat, cut into small pieces and fed the vulture in the cage, "Iron armor!"

　　 She put the wand that she didn't know when she picked up on the table, and said triumphantly, "Want to attack me? It's too early."

　　 Nelson couldn't help but glanced at her high. He didn't expect that the person who failed the spell class would have such reflexes and spellcasting skills, and the combat power should not be underestimated. He deserves to be someone who will be able to eat a dlex at the age of eighty in the future.

"Augusta, don't say this in front of them." McGonagall put down his wand angrily, then turned to look at Nelson, with a tangled look, "I heard you were born in Muggles, if, I mean if, if a Muggle knew his... well, a good friend was a wizard, what would he do?"

　　 Nelson was a little uncertain, after thinking for a while, he thought about it and said, "Maybe he will adopt his good friend's child?"

　　 "?" Nelson could feel a big question mark appearing above McGonagall's head, and Augusta on the side was already smiling from ear to ear holding the birdcage.

"Sorry, senior sister." Nelson said, "My father seems to be a wizard, and then his good friend-my uncle adopted me. And my good friend, you know, Tom is also a wizard. "

McGonagall lowered her head in disappointment, as if to maintain her habit of being strong. She raised her head carelessly and heard Nelson say, "But I think if you care enough, what is the difference between a wizard and a Muggle? ?"

"Yeah, Minerva, as far as I know we have many mixed-race classmates, they still have a happy family." Flitwick stood on the chair and waved, "Besides, the wizards and Muggles are both humans, and they don’t look much. the difference."

"Chiff—" Hagrid's eyes were flushed, and he took out a towel-sized handkerchief, blowing his nose, choking and taking out a photo from a patch, and then Nelson could see that the patches were all sewn to the clothes. In his pocket, he spread the photo on the table, "Hug...sorry, I think of my dad"

Only then did Nelson react. In the huge body opposite, there was a child under ten years old, a child who had been treated as a monster and was treated as an isolated and discriminated child since childhood. He looked at the photo of Hagrid on the table. It is an old black and white photo that has long been yellowed. A short man with a round head and a round head is riding on the shoulders of a child with an immature face but a tall body with the same round head and round head. The position where the father and son took pictures seems to be reversed, but Love did not diminish in the slightest. As Hagrid sobbed, he told his worries about his father who entered the mountains in the twelfth winter of the winter. He intermittently told about his life experience, "My mother is a giant... a giant, in a newspaper That kind of cruel giant! But my dad still loves me very much. He goes to the mountains to find his mother every winter. I would rather... I'm an ordinary Muggle! This will save my dad from trouble."

　　 The maternal glory of McGonagall and Augusta who stared at each other was still exuding, and he patted Hagrid on the shoulder to comfort him. Flitwick also showed sympathy, and even Tom had an expression of shock and pity.

　　 "I have a camera that can do color photos," Nelson stood on tiptoe and rubbed Hagrid's head, which was hugged in a chair. "Your photo is a bit old. I'll take a new one for you another day."

　　 "Really?" Hagrid raised his head, making a surprised voice, tears still crisscrossing his face, looking very funny.

　　 "Hagrid." Tom, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke and attracted everyone's attention, "You can't tell other people about this."

　　……

　　In the dilapidated suburb of Xicheng, the sky in the evening is the same as when the two left in the morning.

　　 "Seriously, I regret it, I would rather be treated as a pervert by others."

　　 "I still prefer to be exhausted."

The two put down the big and small bags in their hands and sat on the postbox on the side of the street to rest. McGonagall saw that they were holding them so hard. Originally, he wanted to lend Nelson the small bag that he had cast the Traceless Stretching Curse, but when he saw the exquisite When the lady adorned with a pink cat made of pearls had her bag, she justly refused. He regretted his decision at the moment, "I have decided. I will learn the Wuhen Stretching Curse as soon as school starts."

"I thought the story of our orphans was miserable and bizarre enough." Tom fanned the wind with a book of "The Story of Poetry and Pedou", which Flitwick gave to him who was very interested. Yes, like the daughter of a squire in a small Welsh village, shruggingly fanning the feather fan her father brought back from the city, she exclaimed in an old man's tone of seeing the world, "Unexpectedly, today is really a little shameless."

　　 "That's not right, after all, there is magic, and weird things are no less than the Muggle world."

　　 "It's true that the most unpredictable thing in the Muggle world may be the human heart, but in the magical world, something is more outrageous."

　　 "That's it," Nelson took it seriously, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect you to care about Hagrid?"

"Am I that kind of indifferent person?" Tom asked back, and then explained, "I just think he is a bit like me... He is a giant in the wizarding world, and I am the wizard in the Muggle world. I think if not You, I will be like him."

　　 "Tom..."

"Feared by ordinary people around, isolated and even bullied," Tom said to himself, "Maybe I will be stronger than him, not so weak~www.NovelMTL.com~ But I think I will eventually I won’t be the person I am now."

　　 "I'm not a fool, Gnar." Tom lowered his head and said, "I know what you are worried about. I don't know why you have this worry, but I think you should have missed it this time."

　　 "Tom, I just--"

　　 "Hush!" Tom suddenly reached out and grabbed Nelson's arm, raised an index finger and pressed it on his lips, making a look of listening, "Here!"

"What's here?" Nelson looked at him like this, and tried to listen with his breath, but he could only hear the whistling wind and the looming noise of the boiler burning and gear churning in the factory in the distance. He was about to speak, Tom Take out the magic wand.

"She is coming."

"she was?"

　　 "Remember that snake? I said it was originally a person."

"Remember, how? Are you still a woman?" Nelson wondered if Tom had some hallucinations, but saw Tom put all the things on the ground into the discarded mailbox under his buttocks, covered the lid of the mailbox, and used his magic wand. He knocked, and while making a strange "hiss" sound from his mouth, he took his arm and walked to another street, so he had to follow.

　　 "Yes, it's a woman."

　　 "Tom, I think--"

"I didn't lie to you, she is now in the underground pipe under our feet," Tom explained very quickly, "Her story is perfect, I think it is true. She was originally a person, in a kind of The black magic that cannot be dismantled, this kind of magic will make the human soul merge with a beast, and eventually become an animal completely."

　　 "Blood curse? This snake is a blood cursed orc?!" Nelson thought of the dangerous circus legend he had read in the tabloid.

　　 "Yes! Her name is Nagini!"