My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Look, that's Nelson..."

Somehow, on his return to Hogwarts, Nelson was back to the well-known and popular state he had been in the Triwizard Tournament, and when he passed by classmates, there would always be backstabbing from time to time. Whispering, even though he is used to being talked about, he always feels that this kind of fame is different.

The first is the crowd. These students with abnormal behavior are almost all in the same class. The key words they talk about are "outrageous", "professor", "angry", "St. Mungo", "savior" and so on. Can't hit the vocabulary.

He tried to connect these words together, and got a funny story-an outrageous professor provoked public anger, Nelson beat him into St. Mungo's and became the savior of his classmates-this is obviously impossible, after all In the dinner every night, the faculty table is always full of people, and there is no such thing as a professor who is hospitalized in St. Mungo's.

The discussion intensified, but Tom and Alphard said nothing. Finally, on the third day after returning to school, Nelson couldn't help it. I came to the owl room first.

...

"where?"

After waiting for ten minutes, just when Nelson was about to let out a "coo" sound from his mouth under the influence of the owls in the room, Myrtle finally arrived late.

"Hello, does anyone know where my package is?" Myrtle stood among the densely packed owl racks, staring blankly, trying to communicate with the owls, "My name is Myrtle Warren."

"it's here."

Nelson's voice came from behind her, startling the girl. His figure firmly blocked the door frame of the owl room. Myrtle turned around and looked at Nelson, who couldn't see his face clearly, and swallowed. Take a step back.

"I picked up the package for you, Mettle," Nelson snapped his fingers. The passive glare made the owl's room brightly lit. After getting up, he raised the envelope in his hand and said, "I came here to pick up the letter, and when I saw your name, I just picked it up for you."

"Oh...thank you." Myrtle didn't know what medicine was sold in his gourd, she stretched out her hand timidly, her face was a little red, she seemed to be frightened just now, "I thought my package was hidden again gone."

"Are they still doing this kind of thing?" Nelson frowned. "Is the memory so bad?"

"No...no no," Myrtle quickly waved her hand in denial, "After Tom helped me, they are much better. Although they don't want to talk to me on weekdays, they won't come to make trouble."

"Then how could it be 'hidden again'?"

"You may not understand that since the door knocker of the Ravenclaw lounge was lost, the students felt that their ingenuity had no place to display it," Myrtle whispered, "so sometimes they would play some games, such as Playing cards and chess...Sometimes they also think that it is not healthy to sit in the lounge all the time, so they make jokes about hiding other people's packages and leaving clues in place for the owner to find."

"The Riddler, right?" Nelson sucked his teeth. For the first time, he felt that Tom's habit of wanting to touch anything valuable when he saw it was a bit bad.

"Can you give it to me?" said Myrtle, holding out her hand, blushing.

"Well," Nelson said, shaking the weight of the package, "let me help you take it to the lounge, it's a bit heavy."

"Well, thank you." Myrtle blushed even more.

"You should be more cheerful, you will be graduating soon, if you blushed when looking for a job in the future, that would be bad," Nelson turned around and walked out of the owl room, "Besides, you're welcome, I happen to have some I want to ask you something."

Myrtle followed him out, but when the door had just closed, the harsh banging and chirping from inside stopped Nelson. He opened the door a little, reached in and snapped his fingers, "Sorry sorry, forgot Turn off the lights—hiss, lightly!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Nelson put his hands to his mouth and blew cool air, "I was almost pecked by an owl."

Myrtle covered her mouth and let out a chuckle, "You should feel lucky. It is said that there is a very powerful old owl living in Hogwarts. If anyone annoys it, it will kill that person or the magical owl." The animal was beaten to the brim, and then a hair was pulled out and pinned to its chest. It is said that the phoenix raised by Professor Dumbledore was beaten by it once. If it was sleeping there just now, I am afraid you will lose a few hairs. "

"Very likely," Nelson rubbed his chin, thinking of the owl that once braved "a hail of bullets" to break through Nurmengard's defense line with a single bird. It had feathers of various birds of prey on its chest, which were as bright as a badge. "Probably."

"You actually believe this kind of legend." Myrtle was even more surprised, "I always thought you were a very serious person."

"What you think is right," Nelson nodded earnestly, "I've seen the owl you mentioned, to be honest, if Grindelwald was by his side at that time, I'm afraid there will be one less powerful black man in this world." wizard."

"You're so funny." Myrtle was amused.

"I was serious."

It was quiet in the Ravenclaw tower, probably as Myrtle said, the students of the Eagle Academy gathered in the lounge to play cards, which made the journey down the stairs extremely long for the two of them, Myrtle suppressed her heart Curious, he didn't speak, just glanced at Nelson's strange side face from time to time.

The light source in the corridor is reflected by the unique blue decoration in the Ravenclaw tower, which dyes Nelson's skin a layer of coolness, and his hair tends to be more silvery like moonlight, making Myrtle feel like facing the starry sky. unique beauty.

Finally, the two came to the floor where the door of the lounge was located. The portrait at the door glanced at it, yawned, and left from the side of the frame.

At this time, there was some smoke and fire in the tower building, and the sound of shouting came from behind the door of the lounge. It seemed that a student was blaming the other for not talking about martial arts and playing some disgusting sarcasm. Routine.

"They sometimes play late into the night," Myrtle whispered. "This is a new card game from Chocolate Frog Cards. The most popular one is the ancient Greek priestess Pythia. Her magic can predict the opponent's next move." The behavior of the round was resisted by many people."

"It looks pretty realistic."

"Not really," Myrtle shook her head, "Professor Dumbledore and the dark wizard Grindelwald are very powerful together, but everyone knows that even if they can match like this in the deck, in reality they can't do it anyway. Not in the same camp."

"That's not sure."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, and his expression became even more strange.

"So what are you asking?"

Myrtle couldn't hold back her curiosity, she raised her head and asked, six years ago when she was almost stepped on by Nelson at Lihen Bookstore, they were about the same height, but now, she has to look up to Nelson.

"Ahem." Nelson blushed rarely, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I want to know what topic they are discussing about me recently, you know, when many people stare at me with strange eyes, Very few people are comfortable."

"Uh..." Myrtle blushed. She was even ready to hear some more exciting topics, but she didn't expect Nelson to ask such a question. Thought people like you were used to being talked about."

"That's the truth," Nelson scratched his head, "but you know what? That expression is like I jumped on Professor Dumbledore's table and jumped into Swan Lake during dinner."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Finally, Myrtle couldn't hold back anymore, she clutched her stomach and laughed loudly. After laughing for a long time, she straightened up and said with a forced smile, "It should be because of the person who replaced you."

"The person who replaced me? How do you—" Nelson was stunned, and suddenly realized, "You can tell the difference between everyone."

"Yes, he's a bit like Tom, but with a little more pink... a little different, like a... um, how should I say it? Married black dragon of the Hessian Islands," Myrtle nodded. , and said with a smile, "It's really funny to say, he was translating the text on the Nordic stone tablet in the ancient magic text class, because the professor had heard of your reputation, so he specifically pointed him up to answer the question, but he put ' "Odin rode his eight-legged steed" was translated into "Odin rode eight steeds on his eight legs". The professor of ancient magic text was a little old, and he fainted from anger when he heard this translation. , and was rushed to St. Mungo's rescue by Miss Joy...Huh? What's the matter with you?"

"I'm actually fine." Nelson gritted his teeth and said, he was afraid he would laugh out loud, anger and laughter were entangled, making him like two balls of entangled dye in Myrtle's eyes.

"Well," she continued, "he had to be hospitalized at St. Mungo's for two weeks because of his illness, which gave most of the students who thought the course was boring a rare vacation, so most people thought You are everyone's savior."

"I see……"

Nelson clenched his fists. It turned out that those words were strung together into such a story.

Myrtle watched him, smiling, until the door of Flitwick's office opened behind Nelson.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think it is entirely possible to teach children some more useful magic," Flitwick's sharp voice came through the crack of the door, "at least let them know what real black magic looks like, think about it It's about Leva's house!"

"That's why, Felius, we need to be extremely cautious," Dumbledore slowly opened the door, revealing half of his face, "We all know that the allure of black magic What's more, it's easy to grasp, if—"

He saw Nelson and Myrtle at the door, their narrowed eyes growing slightly.

Flitwick's face was also exposed from his waist. Seeing Nelson blocking the red-faced Myrtle at the door of the lounge, he raised his eyebrows and screamed loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, It suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to ask you!"

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the handle placed under the wooden door and closed it forcefully.

"I'm going back first!" Myrtle covered her face, opened the door of the rest room where the portrait was not guarded, and rushed in.

"Oh! Filius, have pity on my nose," Dumbledore's voice came from inside the office door, "it has been severely taught by my dear brother, I feel so bad The long bridge of the nose is loose again."

Nelson, who was left with an embarrassed face, spread his hands and stood there. He not only felt uncomfortable, but even wanted to laugh.

"squeak--"

The door of the lounge was opened a crack, and Myrtle poked her head out and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

Nelson wanted to ask about Christian's recent situation. He was always worried about this girl, but after thinking about Dumbledore in the office behind him, he shook his head and said, "No, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

"It's okay." Myrtle grimaced and closed the door to the lounge.

Nelson was the only one left in the corridor again. He raised his head to look at Flitwick's office door, and his cat's eyes, which were much shorter than the usual door, flashed.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door opened again, Dumbledore walked out of the door holding his nose, and Flitwick waved to Nelson behind him, saying hello.

If someone saw the whole process of Nelson coming down the stairs, he would be surprised. He was obviously a girl at the beginning, but how could he become the principal when he went downstairs.

Nelson followed Dumbledore, counting the steps of the stairs.

"Have you finished counting? How many steps?"

"Twenty-two." Nelson raised his head and answered without thinking.

"I've lived in Hogwarts for many years, and I don't know much about such small things that I come into contact with every day." Dumbledore shrugged, "For example, because there is an additional mezzanine in the Gryffindor tower, so every day The first floor is twenty steps, next time you can take Miss Warren to count."

"Professor, it's not what you think."

"I know," Dumbledore smiled and blinked, "but life is made up of coincidences, isn't it? For example, Odin, an ancient Norse wizard, has eight legs, but later people always feel that this is too bizarre So, he spread rumors, and finally put eight legs on his mount."

"Haha." Nelson laughed dryly, not knowing what to say.

"It's a good thing to pay attention to other people's evaluations, Nelson, at least it means that you will not go all the way to the dark," Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, "I also have questions to ask you."

"You tell me."

"Horcrux...I know you understand Horcruxes," Dumbledore chewed his vocabulary, pondered for a moment, and continued, "If you are sure to kill Hai Erbo, will his Horcrux still have the same effect as before? ?”

"I don't dare to guarantee it, Professor," Nelson nodded and shook his head again, "but according to the principle, the horcruxes he still lost outside are no different from those memories that turned into mist in the Misty Illusion, maybe the only ones left The value is those ancient spells and the magic that opens the illusion."

"Is that so." Dumbledore's eyes showed a hint of worry, and he continued to ask, "You shouldn't be leaving school this year during the Christmas holiday, right?"

"Nothing on the agenda, Professor," Nelson replied. "Anything?"

"I have something for you the day before Christmas."

"Why that day?" Nelson was a little confused. "Is there anything special?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head, "but you should know."