My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Puff..."

Hearing the noise from outside the door, Tom's original serious expression suddenly became exciting. He shook his head, stood up from the black door, patted his buttocks, and walked towards the bubbling pool.

The huge underground cavity is filled with dense mist, making everything here psychedelic, like walking in a fairy tale world, seemingly covered by moist water vapor, but Tom walking through it only feels dry and heavy , as if he was roaming in the desert, buried by the slowly accumulating quicksand.

This is the heaviness unique to memory. Every time Tom stirs the fog, it is equivalent to experiencing the life of a dead person. Although life is extremely wonderful, for the mayflies and Alexander who greedily suck the lost fog, The lost fog is just a delicious magic feast, not to mention that after time loosens, these fogs that condense all life gradually become thinner.

He can even taste anger from that spring water, but this anger is so far away, so untouchable, just like a mortal cannot shake a fist at a god, it is also difficult for the world's anger to come to a certain person.

Tom approached the pool slowly, not worried at all that Nelson would be drowned. He was not familiar with the environment here, but the skeleton that had been dead for many years was always prostrate at his feet, adjusting its position, and waiting for another The sorcerer who defined death paved the way.

"It's an intoxicating feeling."

Tom clenched his fists, black magic power surged at his fingertips, like flowing water and flames, he waved lightly, and the reverberations of those dead people receded like wind and clouds, revealing that he was being hung by two mayflies, slowly Nelson was slowly dragged out of the water.

"Are you too intoxicated to pick me up?"

Nelson chuckled, and the pure liquid condensed from the mist dripped down from his body. Sighs of unwillingness, anger, relief, and relief came out from those water droplets, and then fell into the vortex connecting the blurred illusion under his feet with difficulty.

"I thought a weirdo like you would prefer to take a bath in the spring of the Lost Fog." Tom shrugged, stepped forward, and said, "So, your experiment was successful? You just fell from you Just go back to the past?"

"I'm not sure, Tom, but I think it should be," Nelson shook his head, his voice a little low, "I have a watch in my pocket, can you check the time for me, can it match the clock outside?"

"Why don't you—"

Before the words fell, the two mayflies that were dragging Nelson loosened their claws, and Nelson, who had lost his support, leaned forward. Under Tom's surprised eyes, he fell heavily to the ground, his body was supported by the magic power. The overcoat was under it, and I couldn't move it.

"What are you doing?"

Tom rushed to Nelson's side, grabbed the hem of his coat and tried to help him up, but the coat was too heavy, and even Tom could only move the hem lightly.

"Why is it so heavy?" He thought Nelson's clothes were already heavy, but he didn't expect that there were heavier ones. He saw that the pale Nelson was firmly pressed down, and even his breathing became difficult.

"Alexander!" Nelson wailed feebly. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Behind him, the phantom of the huge titan moved, dragging its collapsed body and slowly leaning over. From time to time, huge parts fell down. Tom hurriedly set up a barrier defense, but he never expected that the parts that fell from Alexander went straight through After passing the barrier, he couldn't stop the momentum of falling until it penetrated the ground and fell deeper. He finally understood that this Alexander didn't really descend, but was just a projection of some kind of magical power.

Alexander's big hand covered the sky and approached Nelson. Tom was afraid that this stupid big man would crush his master to death, but the bloody scene he imagined did not happen. It experienced a transition from virtual to real at a certain moment. He pinched Nelson's collar, and flicked two bolts from his thick fingers. Two cute little hands stretched out from the hole, and nimbly took off Nelson's coat. The two little hands fell off immediately and became I bought a sturdy hanger, and even thoughtfully put a layer of dustproof cloth cover on the coat.

"What a good boy."

Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, greedily sucking the fresh air around him, and gradually some blood color appeared on his pale face. He raised his head with the strength he had just recovered, and stared at the two people who threw him down with strange eyes. ephemera.

"I remember the number of your bad guys," he said through gritted teeth, "I'll use you to make iron later."

Tom finally couldn't help it, covered his mouth and let out a "puchi" laugh, covered his stomach and laughed: "Have you considered opening a circus with your mayflies, you think you can become the most important person .”

"What? A circus owner?"

"clown."

"..."

Nelson began to stare at Tom as he looked at the two mayflies, as if he was considering what kind of alloy he would forge.

"So can you really remember the number of each mayfly?"

Tom found the watch that Nelson was talking about from the inner pocket of the coat hanging on the rack. It was a gift from Jonas to them on their birthday. Time, while leaning over to look at Nelson, took the opportunity to pluck his hair while his nimble little friend hadn't recovered his strength.

"How is it possible?" Nelson curled his lips, trying to avoid Tom's murderous hand, "They are a whole, just like you can't name each of your hair."

"How did you know that I would name my hair?" Tom was stunned, then waved his hand and said, "There is no problem with time, you are one step ahead of me."

"Are you really—"

"Just kidding, kidding," Tom plucked Nelson's hair again, and finally began to care about the situation of this unlucky guy, "what's wrong with you? Why are you so weak all of a sudden?"

"I miscalculated the magic power needed to reverse time. The magic power I imagined would only be sufficient in an absolutely ideal environment, so even if I use Sykes to restore and store magic power far beyond my own, the time travel Drained me too," Nelson shook his head, "most of them were wasted in the process of casting the spell, but as an experiment, it was undoubtedly a success."

Nelson grinned happily, "Tom, we made it."

"You made it," Tom curled his lips. "I didn't do anything."

"You did, Tom," Nelson nodded firmly. "Isn't the first thing to do now is to get me up and get something to eat?"

"That's right, speaking of it, why don't you just test it on Credence? After all, he is destined to succeed," Tom lifted Nelson's shoulders, hearing the suppressed inhalation sound in his ear, Shaking his head, he said, "No, you're not that kind of person."

"Tick tock..."

Tom's ears moved sharply, and he lowered his head to see the blood blooming like roses on the snake's bone. He finally broke free from his composure, rolled up Nelson's sleeve, and saw his bloody right arm. With his arm up, a large piece of skin disappeared, revealing bright red flesh and blood. Silver dust was slowly covering the inside along the edge of the wound. He pressed his hand on Nelson's shoulder, causing the muscles on Nelson's face to twitch ferociously.

Raising his hand, the palm was already stained red with blood.

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier," Tom put Nelson down and ran to his hanging coat, "Where did you put Baixian?"

"It's a magic injury, Tom, Bai Xian is useless," Nelson forced a smile, leaned on a protruding bone, shook his head and said, "In the equivalent exchange of magic, if there are not enough chips, it will take it by force." , That's why Professor Dumbledore is so opposed to the Dark Arts, and I'm just a little skinny, which is already very lucky."

"I thought you were really omnipotent!"

"If I were really omnipotent, these shitty things wouldn't have happened in the first place," Nelson said with a wry smile. "Even I would get hurt like this after the first trial. Credence coming, he probably won't be able to wait to see Nagini, at least it proves that it needs to be perfected, let's go back and open that damn box first."

"What do you want me to say..." Tom smiled wryly and shook his head, the joy brought by the powerful magic power was quickly dissipated, "Are you a god? You have to take care of everything?"

Nelson closed his eyes, ignored Tom's thoughts, and yelled, "Pour me a glass of water, Lord Riddle, the water tank is at the bottom of the wall on your right."

...

"Chiron, are you interested in coming to Hogwarts to be a professor of arithmetic and divination?" In the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore stood in front of the tall centaur and asked sincerely, "I swear, everyone will treat you as Treat you like your own kind, whether you are a student or a teacher."

"Prejudice always exists, Mr. Dumbledore, not to mention that we centaurs voluntarily become beasts. No soul that yearns for the starry sky will feel happy because it has been recognized by humans." Chiron raised his head and looked up at the lush stars. His mind was still stuck in the moment when the meteor passed by just now, "The stars are very bright tonight."

"That's right," Dumbledore, who was familiar with the centaurs, knew the number of turns they had taken, and raised his head to look at the stars. "The stars are very bright tonight."

"Extraordinarily bright," Chiron patiently corrected Dumbledore, even though Dumbledore said exactly what he had just said, "if you want to know the answer to something, why don't you ask the stars?"

"It doesn't seem willing to answer me." Dumbledore shrugged, "Times are changing, Chiron, whether you belong to humans or beasts, even if you are a stone, I sincerely invite you to stand with us, we are The future is very dull and needs your help."

"You should have a friend who knows the future, Mr. Dumbledore, perhaps a closer relationship."

"Even this can be counted?!" Dumbledore took half a step back, and now he had a little psychological shadow on the Prophet.

"Of course not." Chiron lowered his head and stared at Dumbledore with a strange expression. "The stars are guiding the direction of this world. What virtue and ability do you think you have to be favored by the stars? I'm just A magazine called "The Quibbler" was found at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, which described in detail-"

"Okay, okay, excuse me..." Dumbledore made a stop gesture, interrupting Chiron who was aroused, "I won't embarrass you anymore. This time, I have one more question to think about. to ask you."

"You ask, Xingkong has to decide whether to answer or not." The centaur closed his eyes and said inscrutablely. It can be seen that the two are very familiar, and Chiron is worthy of seeing the world on a business trip in France. The horse people can even joke like this, "Of course, if you are really urgent, in return for offering us asylum, I can help Xingkong make this decision a little bit."

"A colony of giant eight-eyed spiders came to the Forbidden Forest, did you know?"

"Isn't this your problem?" the centaur asked in turn, "A few months ago, your foal entered the Forbidden Forest with that dangerous egg, and those spiders multiplied so fast that they even compressed Don't you think it's too much for us to observe the starry sky?"

"Sorry, this is indeed a school management problem," Dumbledore nodded, "I want to know where the other acromantula came from."

"Interesting question," the centaur lowered his eyes in deep thought, then raised his head and continued to look up at the starry sky, and said slowly, "It comes from a person just like us."

"Can you be more specific?"

"A man like a centaur."

"Like stargazing?"

"No, a man with magical powers."

Dumbledore chewed on Chiron's answer. At first he thought it was just nonsense, but he soon had a great guess.

"I met him in the forest. He was an interesting man, a polite man, old but young," Chiron said slowly, "a man who, like you, It seems that it is not power, but the end of oneself... He possesses what you desire but cannot reach, but is dragged into endless torture by it, he is like that Professor Binns, a living ghost, a Fantastic guy."

Dumbledore stood under the starry sky, pondering the riddle of the centaur, not even noticing Chiron's departure.

...

"Strange, why did your lord ask me to investigate a Muggle who has been dead for many years?"

In Diagon Alley, Johnny, who had just received a report from his subordinates, scratched his head and handed the parchment to his partner.

"Do you think there is anything special about this man?"

"If even we can see his specialness, the lord will not let us investigate him," Joseph dialed it back without even reading the report. He is very good at reducing unnecessary workload for himself, " Do your job well, and go to Knockturn Alley later? I heard that there will be a show in the afternoon."