My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"By the way, do you know the date of the exam?"

On the way back to Hogwarts from Krakow, Nelson put one hand on Tom's shoulder and was dragged by Tom almost without touching the ground. The problem.

He was wearing a thin linen singlet, and it was difficult to resist the cold air in the night. In Tom's words, "A wizard like you who has no magic power left in casting spells has no brains. You deserve to find a share on the Hogwarts Express later." coal shoveling”, but he also had to learn a magic spell to keep him warm. While carrying Nelson on his shoulders to help keep him warm, one sleeve was rolled up, and most of his skin was covered with silver metal. It was very solid gold, and upon closer inspection, the metal seemed to be flowing slowly, and the skin at the edge of Nelson's wound was also slowly healing.

Nelson's coat floated in front of the two of them, emitting a faint fluorescent light to guide the way, and the folds of the coat looked like a mocking smile to Tom.

"I'll call you when the time comes, I hope you don't end up with a ridiculous report card because of messing with your pile of junk all day long, in that case I suggest you drop out of school directly," Tom, like most wizards, has a very With a normal physique, he rolled his eyes weakly, and said with a whimper, "In this way, you can have a bright future like Newt."

"Has Newt entered the Department of Magical Creatures?" Nelson laughed. "I thought his status as an international friend was a little troublesome."

"What kind of international friend is he? Did he marry Tina and become an American citizen?" Tom shook his head. "In some people's words, it's a misunderstanding left over from years of history."

"Hehe." Nelson shook his head, standing on top of the ball, looking at the sparsely lit Auschwitz below.

Here is no longer the brightly lit grand scene of the past. What hangs over the town is the joy of the war fading, and the betrayal full of trauma. Although the Muggle global war has been over for a long time, the decadence of failure still spreads in every town. The hearts of the participating countries—from ancient times to the present, they have never experienced such a war that started quietly, broke out with great force, and finally ended inexplicably.

"A lot of people would have died here."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and murmured.

"There are quite a few people who have died now," Tom recalled those summer vacations, and sighed rather sadly. "A few years ago, when I was walking on the streets of London, there were planes dropping bombs from time to time. I don't know which one it was. This kind of war weapon invented by ghosts only needs a bang, and the killing efficiency is much faster than that of wizards using the death curse one by one."

The jackdaws flew away on the distant mountains, leaving the desolate forest alone.

"These damned Germans... oh, sorry, the Germans except Jonas, they don't care what the target is when they drop their bombs, they just throw them where the buildings are intact," Tom said angrily, "There are Sometimes I can't help but get out of my wand and shoot at those planes, you know? An orphanage with a red cross painted on the ground will also be the target of repeated bombings. I have to learn something that may be my life. The magic that is not needed, what area protection, what prohibition mark, just use the Muggle Repelling Curse."

"If you really used the Muggle Repelling Curse, then Mrs. Cole might tragically take her children to the streets." Nelson raised his eyebrows. "No wonder there were no casualties in the orphanage. It turned out to be you."

"What? What's your tone? Is it strange that Mr. Riddle is sympathetic?"

"No, it's not surprising at all."

"Isn't it? For a while, the West End was missing from the wartime map of London, and it was about to become a legend in CD City." Thinking of this, Tom felt a little funny again, "Those brats don't know who is right They are good, every time I go back to see, some little ones always hide in fear, why, do I look very ugly?"

"Very handsome, Tom."

"You don't need to say that," Tom smiled mockingly, "Later, because the orphanage was so well preserved, many people wanted to seek refuge in nearby places. They were really scared and fainted by the war. It’s funny to be able to say such things, and I actually enjoyed being a god for a while.”

"God's credit is not as great as yours," Nelson praised.

"I suddenly remembered that just a year before the end of the war, a young naval officer came to the orphanage to look for you. Mrs. Cole mentioned it to me, but I forgot, afraid that there was something important, Do you know the Navy yet?"

Nelson narrowed his eyes, recalling the two encounters on the sea when he left the UK and when he returned to the UK, and shook his head, "I probably know who it is. I have met once, but I am not very familiar with it."

"That's good," Tom continued with a sigh of relief, "He thought you died in the war, and he donated something to the orphanage, at least those children would not suffer from the cold during the two most famine years. "

"Jack." Nelson nodded. "That's a fun boat full of Jacks."

"What's even more funny is that many refugees who don't want to part with their big houses are all red-eyed when they see so many supplies in the orphanage. There are also aristocrats whose factories have been bombed. They even want to drive Mrs. Cole and the others to Go to the air-raid shelter and move in by yourself to enjoy the protection of God," Tom's tone was obviously a little angry, obviously at that time the scene he saw with his own eyes was more exaggerated than what he said, "What's more, spread some Disgusting remarks, saying that since the orphanage has enough supplies, why don't they distribute them to those who need it more? Who are the people who need it more? Them?"

"There will never be fewer people like this." Nelson was not worried about Mrs. Cole's unfair treatment.

"Oh, I also need to apologize to another German, the former editor-in-chief of Jonas, he was in trouble himself, but he was also speaking for them, and I also helped them a little," Tom said with a relieved smile, " Scare and scare."

"Then what?"

"Then they continued to spread those lies. The orphanage is not God's shelter, but a safe house that Mrs. Cole got by trading the children's souls with the devil," Tom snorted coldly, "Since I like devils so much, I We had to let them get in touch with the devil once."

"Why is their imagination always limited to God or the devil? Haven't they read other books besides the stories told by the church?"

"I can't squat in the orphanage every day, but there are too many young people," Tom shrugged, and after almost shaking Nelson off, he took Nelson's arm back, "so a dozen butterbeer For the price, I asked Dumbledore to help me solve this trouble."

"How did he solve it?" Nelson was a little curious.

"God knows," Tom shook his head. "Don't think that Dumbledore usually does nothing, but his methods are wild and his methods are extraordinary."

"Maybe he went directly to the Muggle Prime Minister." Nelson thought deeply, "The world of Muggles and wizards are actually closely related. The flamboyant International Wizarding Union established when the Secrecy Act was revised."

"I also saw the news in the "Daily Prophet," Tom recalled for a moment, and said, "Several Eastern wizards held up banners at the conference, and it was written that they strongly demanded who should be the chairman. The strange thing is, I didn't Saw a representative from the Ministry of Magic."

"Strictly speaking, this is not an organization jointly established by the Ministry of Magic. The participants should be the chief of the Wizengamot," Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of which, the general election of the Wizengamot is about to begin. Still waiting to see a good show.”

"Speaking of a good show, someone in France recently made a...what's it called? A movie, yes, a movie," Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and turned to look at Nelson. "Do you want to see it?"

"You still know movies?"

"Am I a savage?" Tom said with a smirk. "I first saw it in "The Quibbler". I went to Martha's tailor's shop a few months ago and she told me that someone gave it to me." She got a ticket to the theater and asked me if I could take her to France by magic, and you want to know what the movie is about?"

"What?"

Nelson had some ominous premonitions. He hadn't read this magazine for a long time because of his busy schedule, and he didn't know what tricks Penguin could do.

"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat, and said in a tone as if he was reading a newspaper, "Behind the battlefields of the European War, there is a small town called purgatory on earth. The cruel Germans took the prisoners they captured on the battlefield and The persecuted people arrested from the occupied areas were held together, and various inhumane experiments were carried out..."

Nelson raised his eyebrows higher and higher, almost jumping over his long-standing forehead before Tom succeeded in leaping to death.

"The captives did not give up hope of survival, but every time the sun rose, the German soldiers who walked into the cell with the roster brought them greater despair again and again, until this proving ground ushered in its new leader—God. Enigmatic N, a moody man who loves kill games and gets tired of killing in war—”

"Stop, stop, who wrote the ad, why is it so disgusting?" Nelson raised his hand with his hard-earned strength and held his forehead.

"I don't know that," said Tom, laughing. "Anyway, The Quibbler is calling wizards to Muggle entertainment."

"Damn it, I should throw him to the North Pole." Nelson thought about where to distribute the penguins, but sadly found that for people like penguins, the North Pole might become the only happy place after the South Pole.

"Have you figured out where you want to go after graduation?" Tom suddenly asked, "I suddenly realized a serious problem, Professor Binns may be able to survive more than you, Minerva just took office not long ago, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts It is impossible for you to compete with me for the position, are you going to teach the study of magical animals? That scene is too funny."

"Isn't it the final exams I need to worry about this semester?" Nelson joked, before Tom got angry and said, "I've made a deal with Nobby Richie to go to the Department of Mysteries after graduation. Time, I'm more curious about some things there."

"You might as well move that door through," Tom pouted, and made a pertinent suggestion, "Take it as your research result, and it will definitely calm those idiots."

"I thought you'd remove that door," Nelson said in surprise.

"For mediocre people, even if the treasure is in front of them, they can only see that it is a door. I have already obtained something more precious," Tom said eagerly, "We can find a chance to take Grindelwald Killed."

Nelson doesn't quite understand Tom's obsession with killing Grindelwald.

"So confident?"

"Of course, today's me is very different from yesterday's me."

After trekking for a long time, the sky gradually turned pale, and the two wizards who had grown up one after another finally came to the hidden teleportation formation, took a step forward, and returned to Britain on the other side of the strait.

...

After returning to Hogwarts from Krakow, the optimization of the time-turner is only a process of trial and error, and there is no rush. There is no clear news about the acromantula who is slightly urgent. The dark thread buried early also entered the prelude to the outbreak, which instead gave Nelson a rare leisure time, and the most important thing became the next final exam.

Although for him, the so-called review is just to go through the knowledge that he has already mastered by heart, but if he really gets a funny test result as Tom said, he will be laughed at for a holiday, so Nelson will also enjoy it. When I was living on campus, I occasionally flipped through books.

On this day, he got up early in the morning, and went to the History of Magic classroom when most of his classmates were still dreaming.

"You haven't been here for a long time, Nelson. It may take many days to make up for the lost knowledge."

Professor Binns floated out of the blackboard with his hands behind his back, stared at Nelson's face for a long time, and sighed softly, "Why are you so weak? It's completely different from you before."

"This is just a necessary price." Nelson spread his hands, "Professor, contrary to what you said, I am so relaxed that I can accept the next make-up class."

"Properly discarding some things is of great benefit to us. I have a deep understanding of this." Professor Binns did not chat too much, and a silver blackboard began to appear on the blackboard. "Today, let's take a look at the arrogant Ma. How I died of arrogance, and hopefully this history can teach us to be cautious."

"Ah..." Nelson covered his mouth and yawned.

"...Just when he thought everything was ready, the most intense conflict finally erupted from those subordinates whom he forcibly gathered together."

Nelson shook his head, he just yawned, how did the arrogant Mar already skip the arrogance and start dying of arrogance?

He hurriedly sat up straight, clutching the quill pen and looking at the notebook, absorbing the warnings from history like a sponge.