My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I don't know, maybe there is a small one hidden in the spider egg that Hagrid brought back."

Nelson spread his hands, leaned against the cabinet where the Pensieve was placed, and looked at the furnishings in the principal's office.

Fox was sleeping soundly. Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, staring at himself and smiling, and pressed the bell beside him. Hagrid sat opposite him with his head hooked, his face full of remorse and remorse, and Tom turned his back to him. Looking at them standing in front of the bookshelf that Dumbledore used to store sundries, it seemed that they could see the flowers in the group photo of the family of five.

When he and Tom took Hagrid back to the castle, Dumbledore was already standing at the gate, ready to meet the three of them by chance. Even though it was dark, Dumbledore was still wearing ordinary clothes, looking dusty, as if he had just returned from outside The same, and the cold environment after entering the office also supported this conjecture. After the fire in the fireplace was lit, the principal's office was slightly warmer.

The firelight painted different light and shadows on the four of them. After hearing Nelson's obviously perfunctory answer, Dumbledore was not angry about it, but the atmosphere in the room quickly became very different in silence.

"I suspect that the person who gave Hagrid's spider eggs secretly planted another female spider in the school, but Hogwarts' defenses are impeccable," Tom sighed, turned around, and threw out an even heavier spider. Suggestion, "It can only be brought in by students or even professors. I suggest giving Veritaserum to all school personnel. This is obviously a conspiracy against Hogwarts."

"Tom..." Dumbledore laughed dumbfounded.

Tom's suggestion seems to be for the sake of Hogwarts from beginning to end. This is undoubtedly a safe way to eliminate risks, but it cannot be implemented at all.

"Although taking Veritaserum can only cause obvious sequelae in large doses, no one knows whether small doses of Veritaserum will cause harm to little wizards. This is in line with the original intention of Hogwarts to protect students. On the contrary, what's more, this is a potion that is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Taking a step back, even if the Ministry of Magic and the school board agree to this proposal, what will the parents of the students think of Professor Dumbledore? What do they think of the school? ?” Nelson and Tom sang together, “This is a fool’s dream.”

"Okay, okay," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hands, "You two don't need to perform here, Hogwarts has not been surrounded by powerful enemies for a thousand years, but we have never been surrounded by powerful enemies in any era. We persevered even after the upheaval, and we don’t have to worry too much about people who don’t dare to show their faces and use magical animals to throw stones to ask for directions. You two, have confidence in your alma mater.”

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door of the principal's office. Immediately afterwards, with an angry face, it was obvious that McGonagall, who had just fallen asleep and was woken up, walked in angrily. She just glanced around the office and understood what happened. .

"Nelson, Tom," she said, pointing at the two of them, with a grim expression, "this is my chance to put you in confinement."

The huge Hagrid was automatically ignored by her.

"Minerva, I'm sorry to disturb you so late," Dumbledore apologized, pointing at Hagrid, "Can you help me take Hagrid back to the dormitory? I'm afraid he will be in danger so late."

"Okay, Professor." McGonagall pulled Hagrid up mercilessly, pulled him out of the principal's room, and glared at the two of them again before leaving.

"You guys are in trouble, sometimes I don't dare to mess with Minerva," Dumbledore teased with a smile after the door closed, "So is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"With Hagrid's consent, I cast Legilimency on him. His memory has been tampered with. After restoration, I learned that the person who gave Hagrid's spider eggs was called Ivy, and sent another spider into the Hogwarts may also be him," Nelson changed his serious face, and told the original story of Hagrid's encounter with that person, "He has a pendant of the Deathly Hallows mark on his body, I'm not sure Is he from Nurmengard's side?"

"Is it the mark of the Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore was silent for a moment, opened the drawer, took out a golden pendant and showed it to Nelson, "Is that so?"

"Same as yours, Professor?"

"This person may have nothing to do with Nurmengard. There are many people who pursue the power of the sacred artifacts have such ornaments," Dumbledore put the pendant back, "I have pursued them before, no one would have thought, It's not any one of us who ultimately has the power to die."

"Do you have any impression of this man? Although he has a strange accent, he looks like an Englishman."

"I haven't heard of it," Dumbledore shook his head. "Maybe, as he himself said, he is a traveler from afar."

...

Nelson and Tom, who had left the principal's room, walked towards the dormitory. While walking, Nelson was fumbling for something in his pocket.

"Are you looking for paper?"

"No," Nelson shook his head, took out two small silver balls, identified the marks on them, and stuffed one of them into his ear, "Just in case, in case the one who sent the spider eggs to Hagrid When people are saints, things are much simpler."

"Is there anyone in Nurmengard who is proficient in magical animals?" Tom shook his head disdainfully.

"What if? They like to search for all kinds of non-mainstream talents," Nelson manipulated the knob on the ball with his wand, "Maybe Newt bounced backwards."

"How dare you think about it," Tom pouted, looking sharply at the corner of the dark corridor ahead, and snapped, "Who's there?"

"Hahaha, Lord Peeves finally caught two—"

A translucent ghost protruded from the corner of the wall, giggling strangely, but when he saw the faces of the two clearly, the threat was instantly interrupted as if he had been strangled by the throat, and he squeezed out something that was audible. A strange sound that I don't understand.

Nelson put down the ball and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Master Peeves, what did you catch two?"

"Haha," Peeves laughed dryly, rubbing his hands and escaping into the wall, with only one head exposed, "Master Nelson, why don't you take a good rest in the middle of the night, it makes me very worried."

"Thank you." Nelson nodded at him with a smile, but Peeves, who had already slipped away, had no time to respond, only two green eyes with slightly different colors in the corner glared at him, and with a "meow", escaped into the darkness among.

"You're in trouble." Tom gave Nelson a sympathetic look. "Should I put a jinx on the bedroom door? But I don't think that might work on it either."

"What should come will always come." The moment he saw the question mark, Nelson had instinctive fear, and the scars on his face that had healed for a long time were aching, but he still pretended to be calm and continued to play with the ball, "Okay Now, let me ask who that person is."

The small ball stuffed in the ear gave off a faint silver light, and Andre's voice came out quickly.

"Damn...who? Do you know what time it is? If you have nothing to do, just wait to go to Antarctica to feed penguins!"

Andre's angry and powerless voice came from the small ball. He cursed and asked Nelson why he came. After Nelson created this magic tool that can use the central global communication, almost everyone in Nurmengard's senior management One hand was issued, which also made those anti-human signs and gestures completely withdraw from the stage of history.

It's just that these balls don't have the advanced caller ID function, so the person being called doesn't know where the message is coming from.

"Andre," Nelson said in a low voice in the corridor, "if I remember correctly, the route to Antarctica is with me. Don't steal other people's ideas easily."

"Oh? Nelson?! Wait!" There was the sound of clothes rubbing against the ball, and Andre seemed to be getting up from the bed, and there was even the sound of the lighting spell, "Damn, where is my lamp?"

"You don't have to get up, Andre," Nelson said, "I just wanted to ask you something simple."

"Anyway, I'm already up," Andre put on his clothes, lit the lamp, and muttered, "You don't care about the old man at all... I heard that Dumbledore has been persecuting you, I thought you would You are back, among other things, Zweig really misses you."

"It's not a day or two since he wanted to hit me," Nelson pouted. "A while ago in the United States, if I hadn't run fast, I might have been surrounded by him and hung on the lighthouse in Boston Harbor."

"this is a good idea."

"What? A lighthouse?"

"That's right, you're such a living Hades," Andre exclaimed, "I've long since disliked those saints who waste money and get nothing done...well, let's get down to business, what do you want? What are you asking? Be considerate of my old man, I haven’t slept well for a week.”

"Okay," Nelson looked around, lowered his voice again, and asked, "Have you sent anyone to England?"

"Isn't there people in the UK?" Andre asked back, "That crazy guy who always imagines that he is a penguin holding an ice cube for a meeting, didn't he bring a large group of people from Krakow to find you Is it? Having said that, I must reiterate that this large-scale personnel transfer must be done in advance..."

Nelson gently took the ball out of his ear, took it a little farther away, and shook his head with a wry smile at Tom who was watching the play, estimated the time, waited for about thirty seconds, and stuffed the ball back.

"……Do you understand it?"

"I understand, next time." Nelson's tone was so serious that he seemed to be really obedient just now, "So there are no other Nurmengard wizards in Britain besides the penguins?"

"Yes, if that boy Barry has no problem, he might go to the aunt who continues to harass Lord Grindelwald, but you know, he has trouble walking now, and I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy anymore."

I don't know when, Andre became like a real old man, chattering like an elder in the family, talking non-stop, sometimes he started to care about the people around him when he said it was a serious matter, those trivial words made him Nelson couldn't help but have a sore nose. A few years ago, he was a trendy old man who liked to explore. He suddenly became like this after hearing the news of the death of his favorite student.

"Can you apply for early graduation with Dumbledore? I am really short of manpower here, especially after you ran away, I have to keep an eye on everything in the magic factory, let me learn this trendy way as an old man Stuff is so hard to be human, and what's even more sad is that I'm probably the person here who understands it best."

"You're still getting old, Andre," Nelson said with a chuckle, "I suggest you retire where you are."

"How is it possible? There are still many things to be done." Andre sighed, his tone became frustrated, "Seriously, come back sometime, I think Barry may not be able to survive me, Grindelwald The adults said that the torture in Second Salem made Barry's condition worse, and he told us not to worry, he will be fine, but how can this make people not worry? Even Lord Grindelwald started using this Clumsy lies to comfort others... It's time to find Dippet and send him off."

"Andre...Principal Dippet," Nelson swallowed, shook his head, and said, "is dead."

"What?!"

"He took Isabel's pills and was desperate to get Adele—the little girl who survived Second Salem, but I stopped him," Nelson said, holding the ball closer to his lips. "But his collapse can no longer be stopped... Don't tell Barry about this, maybe what Grindelwald said is true."

"Have you even begun to comfort me?"

Even through the small ball, Nelson could feel the slump of Andre on the opposite side. He could even imagine the appearance of this grim-faced old man slipping from the chair. Grindelwald did not teach too much after taking in Barry and White. In their spare time, these two saints who are closest to Grindelwald were almost brought up by Andre, just like Nelson's a few years ago.

"This is no consolation, Andre," Nelson said seriously, "I have found a way to possibly save the Obscure, and I have another friend of the Obscure to cooperate with me. Barry is not a foregone conclusion, and I happen to have something to do with him , I will go to Nurmengard to find him after a while."

"Really? Barry is always talking about you," Andre wanted to trust Nelson, but this kind of statement was too outrageous. He cheered up and said happily, "When you come, I will take you well." Go shopping, Nurmengard has changed a lot this year!"

"Okay." Nelson smiled and turned off the communication of the ball, and silently stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't worry, Gnar," Tom patted him on the shoulder. "You've already done it, haven't you?"

"Perhaps," Nelson shook his head, his eyes became firmer, "Even if it is to make a successful future certain, I should be fully prepared, so that I can't let the future me be overwhelmed."

After all, he took out another small ball, pressed the button and said: "Help me find a person, his name is Ivy, don't just search in wizards."

Putting down the ball and looking at Tom, Nelson showed strong enthusiasm: "I'm going to start the experiment."