My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What did you do during the vacation?" As soon as he walked out of the cubicle, Tom held Christian's shoulder and interrupted her from leaving, "Tell me."

"what are you doing?!"

Christian broke free from Tom's grasp in dissatisfaction, turned his head, and glared at Tom's cold face that resembled her biological father Tom Riddle. Although this face was praised by almost everyone for being handsome, in her eyes, But it was like a collapsed ceiling pressing towards her. She looked away in a panic, and her voice weakened, "Let go! Let go... let me go."

"What are you afraid of?" Tom's sudden sternness made Christian lose his feet, and she didn't know where to put her hands in a panic. She had seen Tom greet her as usual at King's Cross Station. Before starting to worry about this moment, Tom held her shoulders, turned her face towards him, and said in a deep voice, "I went back to London two weeks ago, and you were not in the West Side Orphanage, and you were not in Jonas's house." , me and Gnar even went to Mettle, to your friend you met in school, even to Alastor Moody, but none of them knew where you were, Mettle told me you Went to Gryffindor friend's house and she told me you went to watch the duel match that Moody was in and Moody told me you never asked him out so can you tell me what the hell were you doing all holiday where?"

"I..." Christian's imposing manner was a lot shorter, but he quickly puffed up his chest and said stubbornly, "Don't you go to other places to play during your holidays? You are not here every holiday, I want to find You never found out, even this holiday made such a big deal in France and Gnar, did you report it to me?"

"Why should I tell you my itinerary?"

"Yeah, so why should I tell you?" Christian asked back.

She pulled out her wand and waved her arm vigorously. Tom felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest. He couldn't help but took a step back and leaned his back against the window in the corridor, feeling her abundant magical power which was completely different from before, and was amazed at her. Able to use the magical level of the Impeding Charm without chanting a spell, Tom stood firm and cast her a thoughtful look.

"Don't look at me that way."

Christian pursed his lips, squeezed Tom away, and walked in the direction of the lower grade students.

Tom clutched his chest. He knew what Christian had learned in school, even if he never said it. But at this time, she was completely different from herself in his heart. He squinted his eyes and looked at Christian's back. Turning around, the girl who didn't realize that she was under the spell ran back faster than before and hit Tom in the chest.

Because of this, her movements froze, she raised her head blankly, and stared at Tom who was close at hand.

"You are my sister, don't do things that shame us." Tom squinted his eyes, staring at Christian with the scarlet blood in his pupils, which made Christian's shoulders chill when he was watching, and he couldn't control it Trembling, "Gnar told me to leave you alone and let you do what you want, but as far as I know, what you did may not be a good thing."

"Nar, Nar! Do you only see the family of Nar in your eyes? How have you ever introduced me to others like this—this is Chris, my sister?" Christian's shoulders trembled violently, The whole person was shaking like a sieve due to intense emotions, "Why are you right no matter what you do, and no matter what I do, it's not a good thing?"

"I'd rather you be a Muggle without a wand if you're hanging out with someone with a dark heart like Melissa Sykes again."

"I'm not a Muggle! Who wants to be a precarious Muggle who picks up trash? I'm a witch! I'm a witch!" Christian almost went crazy. She had rehearsed the scene of being questioned by Tom countless times in her mind, and imagined it countless times She looked calm and complacent, on par with Tom, but within a few minutes, she was far from what she imagined. She had never kept calm in front of Tom, and she couldn't keep calm.

"You can let Gnar mess around and help Muggles so much. In your heart, am I not as good as those Muggles who have nothing to do with you? Even if you treat me once, treat me gently and calmly Is it that hard just to look at me?"

"Lola Riddle!" Tom raised his voice and called out the name that originally belonged to Christian, "What do you look like with this cowardly look! Tell me, what did you do on vacation?!"

"My name is not Laura, nor is my surname Riddle!" Tears burst from Christian's eyes, "I am Jewell, the daughter of a liar!"

"He protected you," Tom once checked Christian's experience and knew everything that Mr. Jewell had done for him. "If you really think so, you should look at his father's side more, Instead of just thinking he's a liar."

"Even so, what's the difference? When a liar's daughter, a little liar suddenly has a perfect brother, do you know how panicked and cramped I am?" Christian's inferiority complex magnified infinitely, she beat Tom's chest, but the force of the fist falling was weak, "Since the day you knew we had the same biological father, this is the first time you have spoken to me like this."

"I shouldn't have stolen your things in that alley in the first place, you know? If I had known that I had an older brother who would protect me and make me laugh every day like the little girl on the next street, I would Why bother to steal things to please others? Why bother to steal from you and make me shorter all my life?"

"I don't care, Chris." Seeing his younger sister's almost collapsed face, Tom's heart softened. Her stubborn and fragile appearance was so similar to himself ten years ago. He sighed and hugged Christian gently. back of her head, buried her face in her chest, lowered her head, and whispered in her ear, "No one would scold a child who couldn't help herself. I stole things when I was your age, but this It doesn't stop me from wanting to be a better person."

"But... I care..." Christian's voice was so broken that Tom couldn't hear him clearly, "What should I do to be a good sister? I thought being a good student would satisfy you, but you told me black Magic can be used, but I am meddling in my own business, I am learning to pursue power like you, but you tell me that I have not done anything good... What should I do?"

"squeak--"

The door hinge beside them made a screeching sound, and a young man with the appearance of a reporter came out clutching his stomach.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just can't help it."

"The toilet is over there." Tom pointed behind him coldly.

...

"Excuse me, how do I get to the toilet?"

Nelson stood by the window in a daze. The hurried figure approached him, stood aside, and asked breathlessly, "I heard that this train has toilets, so it won't stop halfway."

Nelson, whose attention drifted to nowhere, didn't hear his question. He didn't turn his head slowly until the man asked a question for the second time, looking in the direction of the voice.

It was a young man who seemed to be able to judge his profession. Under the painter's hat was a tired but energetic face. On top of heavy dark circles and drooping skin, those curious eyes sparkled, unlike most A Hogwarts student who has changed into a robe. This man is wearing a cowhide vest with many pockets. The cuffs of a light brown corduroy shirt have frayed due to long-term desk work, leaving a lot of stains that cannot be washed off. Ink stains, and a strong smell of developer solution on the body. Nelson and Jonas each have a similar vest. Seeing the appearance of the male reporter at this moment, he couldn't help feeling good, and pointed to the joint of the carriage.

"You see that door with the T on it? That's it."

The man squeezed his stomach and squeezed out an ugly smile, and ran towards Nelson's finger at a trot. After disappearing for a few minutes, he quickly returned to Nelson's side.

"Hello." The man greeted him familiarly, touched his chest pocket, took out a crumpled cigarette case, took out two cigarettes, and handed them to Nelson, "It was a great help, sir."

"Is it because you are not used to the food on the train?" Nelson turned his head and blocked the man's hand with his hand, "Thank you, no."

"Okay," the man stuffed the two cigarettes back when he saw this, "I didn't eat anything on the train, I brought some dry food myself, but it seems that they spoiled earlier because of this hotter summer than usual."

"Don't worry, the diet of wizards is no different from that of normal people," Nelson said, glancing at the cigarette case protruding from the man's chest, "it's okay, professors will smoke in the corridor, not to mention that there are no too many people sitting in this carriage." Many people."

"Since you don't know how to do it, I won't smoke you," the man smiled, noticing what Nelson called "professors", he pushed back the part of the cigarette case that was exposed, and said awkwardly, "You are a student Is it? Sorry, I thought you were a professor when I saw you were wearing a trench coat."

Nelson shrugged and pressed the windbreaker on the chest. Under the silver light, it turned into a school robe that was exactly the same as other students.

"Wow, that's amazing, is it magic?"

"This is magic, sir." Nelson shook his head, and his clothes quickly changed again. He looked at the No. 6 carriage where the man was, and asked curiously, "Did the Times only send you a reporter?"

"Oh? Have you read our topic guide?" The reporter rubbed his hands excitedly. Since he has read The Times, he should be a so-called Muggle-born wizard. I think I can get some help from this student. The already enthusiastic attitude became much hotter, "No one else in the newspaper dared to come, but I was the only one who was willing to go. Although the work was exhausting, the editor-in-chief left me the pages of several special issues. I just heard that Huo There is no telegraph or post at Gevods School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am still worrying about how to send the manuscript out."

"Since Professor Dumbledore invited you to send someone, he should be prepared accordingly," Nelson smiled politely, "Maybe he will lend you an owl specifically."

"owl?"

"Yes, wizards use owls to send letters." Nelson explained, "It's the same as the postman, but the movement is faster, and the journey over the mountains and mountains can be easily leaped. You can ask Professor Dumbledore when he arrives. I'll make arrangements for you."

There was a "rustling" sound next to his ears, and Nelson followed the reputation. The reporter did not know when he had already taken out a pad to record Nelson's words.

"There must be a market for quill pens that can write on their own."

"Is there a quill that can write by itself?" The reporter's eyes widened in surprise, "Where can I get it?"

"Maybe you can ask Professor Dumbledore for one," Nelson said softly, "He will definitely be fully prepared."

Although the young man in front of him couldn't say anything away from the professor Dumbledore who invited him but had never met him, and there was a lot of respect in his words, the reporter still keenly heard some negativity and laziness, which was different from his When he first came here, he thought a little differently, and he buried his doubts and curiosity deep in his heart. Since he had the possibility of getting in touch with the magical world early on the train, he must hurry up.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Not at all, I'm just standing here watching the scenery." Nelson shook his head, as if the neatly lined wheat fields outside the window were a rare spectacle that attracted attention.

"Isn't this the scenery you will see every year when you return to school?" The reporter raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the route of the Hogwarts Express is random?

"Not at all. It's just that I've never paid attention to these scenery before. Looking at it now, it's really beautiful."

"Are you a graduate?" The reporter said with a smile, "When I was in college, I only noticed the beauty of the campus in the last year. I always looked forward to the holidays when I started school, and I just wanted to go to the bigger world. .”

Nelson looked away from the wheat field, took another look at him, and nodded slightly.

"I have a request, sir." The two chatted a lot intermittently. When the arrival announcement sounded, the reporter mustered up the courage to ask, "I will stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a while, can you Will you accept my interview? I think the student’s perspective must be very informative.”

After all, he looked at Nelson expectantly. In the previous conversation, he clearly understood that although the young man's attitude was not salty, he was warm-hearted.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have much time."

"Ten minutes before reaching Hogwarts, please prefect..."

The glory of Shafik is gone, but the train they made is still diligently picking up students every year, just like the alternative when it first appeared in Hogsmeade. Passengers on board.