My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Soon, there was a heated discussion in the cubicle around the topic just now. It was so intense that the protagonist of the topic was forgotten. Nelson leaned on Alphard's shoulder and closed his eyes drowsily.

When he woke up again, the outside of the window was already covered with white mist. The supposedly soft sunshine of September hit his face through the thick white mist outside the window, but it was a bit dazzling. He raised his arms and covered his face with his palms, Even the coat that covered him slipped to the ground covered with newspaper crumbs.

He raised his neck and found himself lying on the bench, leaning over to reach for the overcoat that had fallen on the floor, but one hand holding the book picked it up first, and that hand handed the book to the other. On the bed, he picked up his coat and shook his arms twice, using the book to pat the scraps of paper and dust on it.

"you're awake?"

"Huh? Is Tom... here?" Nelson raised his head and sat up on the table. The kitten lying on his stomach let out a milky roar, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of falling to the ground with his coat. Nelson saw Tom on the opposite side looking at him expressionlessly. Christian next to him rubbed his sleepy eyes and leaned his head on Tom's shoulder. It seemed that he had just been awakened by his action of picking up clothes. The cat's scratching took it by the back of the neck and locked it into the cage, and threw in a high-level magic small dried fish bought in Diagon Alley, which was said to grow one centimeter in size, and then it settled down ——Although it has eaten a lot in the past year, it has never grown up a bit, and it is still such a small one.

"Not yet." Tom covered Christian's shoulder with his coat closed, spread the book on the table, and turned his head to look out of the white window, "Honestly, you Isn't this really magic?"

"How many times have I said it, it's just that there is so much fog in England." Nelson leaned against the window, put his hands on his face, tapped his two index fingers on his temples, and asked vaguely, "Have they left?"

"Yeah." Tom closed the book again, shaking his shoulders, as if he felt that the sitting position was uncomfortable, so he helped Christian's arm to make her sit upright, stood up again, carefully helped her lie on the bench, and picked it up for her. He took off the newsboy hat he was wearing, put the hat and the book under her head, and tucked in the overcoat for her, walked to the opposite side and sat next to Nelson. Let’s go, let’s talk about what’s wrong with you, you couldn’t sleep well all the way, and you muttered something. Is this also a kind of prophecy?”

"I don't know, maybe it's really jet lag." Nelson tapped his forehead, answered irrelevantly, with a weak tone, "Do you also believe this is a prophecy? In fact, you can read more newspapers, but you don't care about these things."

"Then what were you prophesying when you were sleeping just now?" Tom seemed to have no doubts about Nelson's ability to prophesy, and Christian, who was dozing off, stood up and looked here curiously.

"I don't know." Nelson continued to tap his forehead, looking a little painful, "I feel like I had a dream, but I don't know what I dreamed, but it should be a nightmare, I feel like I lost something very important... ...and what's worse, my forehead really hurts."

"Uh..." Tom covered his mouth and couldn't see his expression, and choked out a sentence through his fingers, "That may be because Alphard hit you on the head with a pile of cockroaches."

"..."

"We'll be at Hogwarts in twenty minutes, Christian, you can change into your wizard robe." Tom looked up at the clock on the top of the window, and pulled Nelson into the corridor outside the cubicle, He closed the door of the compartment, and there were many people coming and going in the corridor at the moment. Nelson and Tom stood still in the corridor, watching the mist gradually fading outside the window, and hurrying with the people coming and going. People say hello.

"I don't know why, I always feel that we should have a cigarette in our mouths at this time."

"?" Tom turned his head to look at Nelson, who was holding his wand in his mouth and was playing with a silver lighter. "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling the situation." Nelson took down his wand, turned to face Tom, smiled awkwardly, and suddenly a person bumped into his back.

"Hold...Sorry! Sorry!" The visitor kept apologizing. Nelson turned around and saw Mettle holding a bag and wearing a Muggle denim jacket. She didn't wear glasses and looked much better, but her hair Messy and dirty clothes.

"What's wrong with you?" Nelson helped Mettle, who was about to fall, Tom frowned and took a step back, handing a tissue, "Aren't you going to change? The train is coming soon."

"Hold...sorry! Sorry!" Mettle just kept apologizing, squinting her eyes and lowering her head, she was completely different from the girl in the owl room on the top of the Ravenclaw tower, "I... I just wanted I can't find my clothes, but... maybe someone accidentally took them by mistake."

"Who would take the wrong one, Mettle? You will always be alone in your cubicle." A Ravenclaw girl whose name Nelson couldn't remember passed by with her schoolbag, and stood beside the three of them. , tied the broken hair from the sideburns behind the ears with his hands, and greeted softly with a different tone, "How are you, student Riddle, student Williams."

Tom snorted as a greeting, and Nelson could only stand there smiling because he couldn't remember the name, pretending not to be embarrassed.

"Avery." Tom suddenly stretched out his hand, hooking a passing boy as if pulling a person out of the air. He pressed Avery's shoulder, smoothed the wrinkles on the back of the wizard's robe for him, and smiled. Say hello, "I haven't seen you for a holiday, you have grown a lot taller."

"Yes, yes!" Avery blushed and nodded, and a group of students with him gathered around and greeted with the same enthusiasm. Nelson looked around, most of them were people from Tom's small club , it seems that while studying, he has not left behind his own job as a socialite.

Tom nodded and said casually, "Oh, by the way, did any of you see who took Myrtle's clothes? Why don't you help her find it? You know, I can't rub sand in my eyes, and at last I can't stand this kind of thing."

"Okay!" Avery waved his fists full of righteous indignation, as if he was the one who was being bullied, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only Mettle standing in place. The Ravenclaw girl didn't know what Time to leave.

"They didn't bully me." Mettle lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, "This is just a joke, I... I also like to play with everyone."

...

"We finally experienced the feeling of coming to the restaurant and waiting in advance." On the long table in Slytherin, Alphard stretched his arms comfortably, probably because the president of the student union, Miranda Gosak, graduated. Compared to last year, this long table is a mess.

"Unfortunately, last school year's college cup is not ours." Tom frowned, pointing his fork at the red and gold lion's head above the dome, narrowing his eyes.

"Who knows the captain of Gryffindor, that McGonagall caught the Snitch in the first 20 minutes." Alphard put on a look of "Hey, I'm so angry", crossed his hands and said, "I always thought that the second grade It is unfair to a genius like me that students cannot join the Quidditch team, just watch how I led the team to win the Academy Cup this year."

"Nelson, can you make a prophecy for me?" He turned his head and shook Nelson's arm again, begging, "Make a prophecy that I will be selected by the Quidditch team this year and sweep all the enemies...Anyway, Gryffindor The captain of the team will not play this year."

"Can this thing be customized?" Nelson didn't know if he heard Alphard's appeal clearly. He shook his arms and watched a group of nervous children walking in from the auditorium door led by Aberforth. Thinking that he was the same as last year, he smiled knowingly, feeling his sore and sore shoulders, looking at the friends around him, he felt that Slytherin was not a bad choice, after all, before making a choice, no one knew The results are good and bad, aren't they? Wait, sore shoulders? Nelson turned around, pulled his arm back and said perfunctorily, "You will bring your talent to Quidditch."

"Really? That's really great!" Alphard hugged Nelson excitedly, as if he had been selected by the Quidditch team, and began to brag about Nelson's prophecy ability to the people around him. After a while, only Ah In the short time since Bufus led the freshmen to the table with the four-corner stool and the sorting hat, Alphard had already booked no less than twenty prophecy consultations for Nelson.

"Should she come to Slytherin?" Tom took out a brand new newsboy hat with the Slytherin emblem embroidered from his pocket and spun it quickly. He could see that he was nervous. Nelson took Alphard away and took Hands on his shoulders, staring intently at the sorting ceremony. Christian Jewell was last in line, so the two people at the table waited more and more anxiously.

"Which college do you think he will be assigned to?" Alphard poked Nelson's arm. In the middle of the sorting process, Aberforth shouted with the list, "Alastor Moody!"

"Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor!"

Nelson's response and the Sorting Hat's shout came down almost at the same time, and Alphard's shout also sounded soon, "See! He can really prophesy!"

"Christian Jewell!" Soon, the list on the parchment in Aberforth's hand read to the end, he rolled up the parchment, and did not go to the staff table, and the people in the auditorium watched "Professor Dumbledore When he reached the Slytherin table, he stood beside Nelson, bent down, and whispered, "Come out with me, will you?"

"But Professor, Chris—"

"It's urgent, come on." Aberforth grabbed Nelson's arm and pulled him up without any explanation. "Tom is here, isn't he?"

Tom nodded, and the newsboy hat spun faster in his hand, and Nelson had to follow Aberforth to the side door of the auditorium.

"Nelson..."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Wait a minute, let's listen to the branch first." Walking to the door, Aberforth was a little vague. Nelson turned his head to look at the center of the auditorium, just in time to see Tom standing up holding his hat and Christian who was frozen on the stage. , and the unexpected cry of the Sorting Hat:

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Listen to me, Nelson. You need to go home. You can still catch the train going back. I will take you back." Aberforth's voice sounded in Nelson's ear, "I just told the station One call, and they'll wait fifteen minutes."

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