My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"So is Dumbledore ready to go to war?" Tom asked a little excitedly, he was already looking forward to the magic war to come.

"Who knows?" Aberforth swallowed the third sausage, raised his arm to wipe his mouth, and the cuffs of the expensive-looking purple-red silk robe embroidered with gold were instantly stained with oil, "Great What does Albus Dumbledore do for anyone else to understand?"

"Since Professor Dumbledore is ready to make a move, the matter must be resolved quickly." Nelson was a little puzzled, "Could it be that he had any concerns a few years ago?"

"Because Dumbledore is here, Grindelwald and his minions dare not extend their hands to England. This is basically the consensus of the wizarding world." Aberforth shook his head disdainfully, "Let's wait and see, at least There are still a few more years left to watch the show!"

His pessimistic speech caused a brief silence in the ward, and even Tom fell silent, as if he was planning how to turn the tide after Dumbledore's failure.

"However, they are considered smart this time. They attacked the Hogwarts train while the headmaster and Albus were away. If they got in on the train, they would be in serious trouble... Fortunately, there was me on the train. Such a master they didn't expect." Aberforth said complacently, "I didn't expect it, Grindelwald, let your tricks be exhausted, and your subordinates still went to Azkaban."

"You obviously had to rely on our help to sneak attack on that person." Tom's voice interrupted his claim for credit.

Aberforth opened his eyes and said, "Why do you insult people's innocence out of thin air like this..." "What innocence? I saw you under the meat rack before I entered the door, and you were beaten until you turned into a sheep and hid!" Bufus blushed, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead, and argued, "I was afraid that my magic power would be too powerful and accidentally hurt you!...to protect you!...The most important duty of a teacher is to protect you. My own students, do you know?" A series of difficult words, such as "Animagus must be used at any time to be familiar with it", and "tactics are more important than spells", caused everyone to laugh, and the ward was filled with happy air.

"Professor Dumbledore, the patient should rest!" Miss Joy's voice came from the door, "You are too loud!"

"Oh oh ok! I'll be leaving right away." Aberforth responded loudly, reminding the two to take a good rest. Before leaving the door, he stared at Tom with a serious expression, and said slowly, "Boy, I remember I told you I'd give you some extra homework to improve (Tom: No, you didn't!) Blessed be you."

After a while, Miss Joy walked in with a silver tray full of bottles, jars and various medical equipment, and began to examine the two of them.

"I feel a little stuffy in my chest, Ms. Joy." Nelson opened his clothes and lay on the bed humming.

"This is a normal situation for regrown ribs." Miss Joy poked his chest fiercely, "Call me Miss Joy, am I that old?"

"Hiss... yes, Miss Joy!"

"The law and order is getting worse and worse now. Even the Hogwarts train will be attacked." She frowned and complained, prying open Nelson's mouth and pouring him a small bottle of spicy green liquid. In a second, Nelson felt his blood surge, as if the heat from his whole body was concentrated on his forehead, and his brain was also struggling to get out of his nostrils and mouth.

"Don't move around, or I'll give you another drink." Seeing Nelson lying flat, Miss Joy picked up a small tweezers from the tray to clamp his nose, and covered his mouth with one hand mouth, the other hand held the back of his head and shook it desperately. Nelson really did not expect that the British Empire in the 20th century would have such a special medical method, but he couldn't help regretting it. When the half bowl of soup she drank was spat out, Miss Joy stopped what she was doing. The strange thing was that a cool and comfortable feeling quickly flowed from Nelson's head to his heart, and soon flowed to his limbs. Let the whole body feel at ease.

"It's really amazing medical skills." Nelson admired sincerely. He squinted his eyes and rubbed his hair against the pillow comfortably. He was about to breathe a long sigh of relief, but because his nose was caught by tweezers, he spit out a snot bubble. The crisp sound of snot bubbles shattering woke him up, and he suddenly realized that, in fact, no matter who was tortured by shaking their heads first, they would feel comfortable all over when they relaxed.

"Thank you, by the way, I really like the pattern of radial cracks in your ribs, so I specially used a special dyed bone spirit for you, it can make the newly grown bones appear light golden, just like tattoos— ——If you are thin enough, you can even see your ribs emitting golden light through your chest at night." Miss Joy felt very grateful for this sincere admiration, and fed another bottle of medicine to Nelson with satisfaction, and asked curiously , "Mr. Williams, I heard that you come from a Muggle family? Do you know about Muggle medical treatment? Is there anything you can learn from?"

"Yes... maybe." Nelson didn't expect that someone would choose to retaliate against the words of thanks. The second bottle of medicine she gave herself was completely opposite to the previous one. It was a bottle of orange viscous liquid with a taste of Sweet, he felt that his taste buds had been cracked, and even his entire tongue had begun to fail. He forced himself to say "Muggle medical treatment is more gentle on patients", and then he fell on the pillow and passed out .

"Gentleness? Gentleness is only when people are cured." Miss Joy walked towards the trembling Tom, her expression under the mask was unrealistic, "Muggles can't heal a wounded person with a broken heart, but I can, so I am more gentle. "

"You say so, Mr. Riddle?"

"Yes!"

...

Early the next morning, Nelson woke up Tom to prepare to be discharged from the hospital. The moment they walked out of the gate of the campus hospital, the two were relieved.

"I don't want to go to the school hospital anymore!" Tom said with lingering fear.

"I don't want to go to the hospital again!" Nelson's psychological shadow was much greater.

"That couldn't be better." Ms. Joy's voice came from the corner two steps ahead, she held the meal from the cafeteria, and looked at the two with a smile, "To be honest, I hope that I can work leisurely The person in question may be the doctor~"

"Sorry, Miss Joy." Nelson and Tom bowed their heads and apologized. When they saw her last night, they could only see through the mask that she was probably a beauty. She was under 30 years old, with long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a clump under the nurse's hat. Short blond hair that is very delicately permed, and green eyes that are like pools of water are shining brightly, full of love for saving lives and healing the wounded. However, when he saw her again this morning, Nelson finally understood why she was no longer seen at the staff dining table. It turned out that she had gone to the cafeteria to cook in advance. Small and large criss-cross scars, with her magical attainments in regeneration of severed limbs, presumably such skin scars can be healed with a wave of hands, but there are only two possibilities for them to stay here-these are magic wounds that are difficult to heal, or These scars left her with more pain than a severed limb... and both of these traumas are enough to destroy a fragile human being.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I wish Hogwarts was safe enough to not have my position." Miss Joy still had a smile on her face.

"Sorry, I meant..."

"Are you talking about my face?" Miss Joy smiled and pointed to her cheek, "I'm used to it, I just hope it doesn't scare you. Don't learn from me, you should cherish your body." .”

"Professor Dumbledore asked you to go to his office to pick up the camera after dinner tonight~~~" Miss Joy's voice came from a distance, but Nelson couldn't face up to the light and cheerful voice.

...

"Gal, I got your homework." At the dining table, Alphad clattered the teaspoon in the milk cup, and said excitedly, "You helped me a lot, my sister said that if I did my homework this Christmas holiday If I can’t, she will write a letter to my family to pick me up.”

"I remember my homework was at the bottom of the box." Nelson swallowed a mouthful of the creamy soup, and hiccupped twice contentedly, "How did you find it?"

"Don't you know? Your cat has spread the contents of the box all over the floor." Alphard looked at him with a sympathetic look, "When I arrived at your dormitory, it was trying to put your box It was also dismantled and tiled on the ground.”

"..."

"It's okay, Alphard will clean it for you." Tom handed Nelson a plate of small tomatoes and stroked his dog's head, "You say yes, Alphard."

"I'm just... oh!" Turning his head and seeing his sister smiling kindly at him, Alphard twisted his neck helplessly, "Okay, who made you a sick number?"

"Tom, I heard that you were staying in the school hospital last night." Walburga showed eight shiny teeth at Tom from a perfect angle that he had practiced many times at a glance, "Did you rest well last night?" ? I have a sleeping pillow sent from home, and Alphard has already put it on your bed, remember to use it at night!"

"Thank you," said Tom, with perfect courtesy, "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't sleep on a pillow."

"Ah, this..." Walburga blushed when she heard snickers from around her, stared around and looked around, struggling to find a topic to change the subject, "You stayed in the school hospital for one night , Have you seen what Miss Joy looks like? I heard that no one saw her face under the mask."

"Miss Joy..." Tom was in a trance for a moment, as if recalling an unbearable experience last night. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nelson held the back of his hand.

"Miss Joy is the most beautiful lady I've ever seen." Tom said with certainty, patting the hand attached to the back of his hand with the other hand.

If the room can only be heated by the air conditioner, then no matter how cold it is, the windows must be opened to ventilate. The air conditioner is still incomparable to the heating...