My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"How do you evaluate some people being called by the dean to start a small kitchen on the first day of school?"

Tom winked and put his elbow on Nelson's shoulder, and asked Alphard with a smile: "Are you finally planning to work hard in the field of potions? Sure enough, for talented players, even six years of dormancy, the final short This year can also be an opportunity to overtake on a corner."

"Thank you, my evaluation is that it's better to stay dormant for another year and wait for a seven-game losing streak." Nelson shrugged and looked at Tom's chest, "How did you get your prefect medal?"

"A new prefect will be elected this year." Tom stroked his hair and shook his head. "You don't care about school affairs at all. Seventh grade students must study hard, except for the male and female student representatives and the Quidditch captain. , everyone else has to prepare for the exam honestly."

"Oh..." Nelson nodded, not continuing the topic.

"Aren't you going to ask?"

"Come on, I haven't heard about the deeds of the male student representative Tom Marvolo Riddle for three hours, and I feel like ants are crawling all over my body," Nelson pouted, "You almost ran to London during the holidays Random passers-by on the street to tell your great deeds, let my poor ears stop for a while."

"Actually, it would be nice if you were a girl," Alphard rubbed his chin, glanced up and down at Nelson thoughtfully, and said, "In this way, you can be the representatives of male and female students."

"A pertinent suggestion, Alphard." Nelson glanced at the peaceful black lake on the side of the road. "In order to repay your advice, I decided to fulfill your long-cherished wish that you have accumulated since the first grade."

Accompanied by a violent explosion, and under the exclamation of several passing girls, Alphad enjoyed the weightless pleasure of taking off, accelerating and landing, and the stone road under his feet suddenly turned into a tight spring. He felt the abnormal moment under his feet, and was fired like a cannonball, and quickly rose to a height that some hard-to-fly birds could not reach. Then, screams came from the sky.

"Nelson, you can't attack your classmates during school! You will be locked up!"

"The professor's office is like home. The people in it speak nicely. I like it very much." Nelson put his hands on the back of his head, raised his head to face the sun, and admired this rare sight like most people around him. He raised his voice and shouted at Alphard who was slowly descending, "And the school hasn't started yet, and the school rules haven't come into force yet!"

In the distance, Dumbledore, who was introducing the layout of the campus to the Muggle reporter, noticed a change by the lake. He raised his head and saw Alphard who was spinning and drawing a parabola in the sky. Dumbledore's expression instantly changed. It's hard to see, I lowered my head and glanced at the reporter's notes, and saw that it was written impressively: Wizard children's entertainment methods are quite different from those of non-wizard children. They are used to—

"Sir, I don't intend to destroy the freedom of the press, but this is indeed a special situation in the school." Dumbledore put his hand on the reporter's pen, "And you heard that when the school starts, the school rules are still very strict of."

As soon as the words fell, a first-year freshman who was queuing up by the pier almost fell into the lake because of his unsteady standing. He waved his arms to maintain his balance, and the wand in his hand swayed unconsciously.

"Whoosh!"

A spell rushed out from the tip of the swinging wand and flew towards the back of Dumbledore's head. He subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and the spell hit the reporter's forehead impartially. The reporter pressed his forehead in horror, afraid that he would The blood gushed out like a fountain, but after pressing it for a long time, there was no abnormal feeling on the forehead hit by the curse.

"Am I going to die, Mr. Dumbledore?" The reporter asked palely, the pen in his hand was ready to write his last words.

"No, the little wizard who just got the wand doesn't have the ability to cast real spells, let alone in that situation, it's just a ray of light," Dumbledore looked at the reporter's hair gradually turning pink, ambiguously Conscience said, "You're fine, really."

"Plop!"

Alphard finally fell into the water. One second before he entered the water, a huge bubble wrapped his weightless body, and the huge splashing waves hit the boats docked on the pier, making the first few people who boarded the boat A freshman has become a dazed drowned rat.

With a burst of screaming, the lively new semester began.

...

"Originally my dad was going to drive me to school himself, but considering that I need to be with my dear friends, he chose to drive me to King's Cross station, but you can all come in my dad's car together. Yes, I've seen his car, and although it's quite small on the outside, it's as big as my house on the inside."

A group of people passed behind Nelson and Tom who were squatting by the water to poke bubbles. When they saw Tom's back, Abraxas, the leader, couldn't help lowering his voice so as not to cause displeasure to the two seniors. Nelson looked back With a glance, the prefect badge that once belonged to Tom was shining on Malfoy's chest. Sensing that Nelson was looking at him, Abraxas squeezed out a polite smile and nodded slightly. The group of young pure-blood wizards had already walked away, and Abraxas' voice gradually became louder, "Have you ever seen it? It's the kind of Muggle car, a new product from the Shafik family in Diagon Alley." , yes, it’s Shafik who is corrupt in office, but it has nothing to do with him, it’s another branch, they are all good and noble, my dad said that the Hogwarts Express and the Knight Bus are their works, but I don’t Loved the stinky smell on the Knights bus so never got on it."

"I've seen a Muggle car, Malfoy, it shouldn't be able to drive to Hogwarts, doesn't it mean that the magic here will invalidate all Muggle inventions?"

"What do you know? If the Shafik family can bring trains to Hogwarts, why can't they let cars come here? Of course they used wizards to make these vehicles, making them look like broomsticks Things are just more advanced and noble."

"But what do trains have to do with cars?"

"What's the matter? Damn, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Aren't trains unique to Hogwarts? Does it have anything to do with Muggle cars?"

"You are really closed, Goyle," Abraxas's voice was full of admiration, "Trains are the means of transportation for Muggles. Back then, the Shafik family proposed to make their own trains because they thought it was beautiful and big. The commute of Hogwarts students."

"You know a lot, Malfoy."

"Thank you, Crabbe," Abraxas nodded with a smile, "Although they are noble pure-blood wizards, the Malfoy family maintained the closest connection among wizards with Muggles until the Statute of Secrecy was enacted. Said, our family now has titles conferred by the British royal family, if you really want to say it, you have to call me Sir."

The teasing came one after another, and the relationship between these people was like a cycle of fate. No matter how many generations they have been stuck together, Nelson couldn't help laughing as he looked at the back of the familiar yet unfamiliar triangle.

"What's the matter, Gnar?" Tom looked away from the Black Lake, "That kid Malfoy has a good heart, but he lacks a little bit, and I don't know why Professor Slughorn chose such a noisy person as a prefect. "

"It's nothing, I just think it's funny for them to stay together."

"I heard that Malfoy's father also had Goyle and Crabbe's father as followers." Tom curled his lips. "If Malfoy is really a lord, wouldn't they become followers?"

"Perhaps Malfoy's son and grandson will have Young Gower Crabbe and Young Gower Crabbe as followers."

"Isn't the retinue passed down from generation to generation?"

"Speaking of which, what Malfoy said is correct, their family has always been the wizard with the closest connection with Muggles." More and more bubbles appeared on the surface of the muddy water, and Alphard could gradually be seen floating up. He is wrapped in Nelson's bubble, with a few sticky waterweeds wrapped around his head, and a row of tiny teeth marks on his face. I don't know if he was bitten by a piranha or kissed by a mermaid princess at the bottom of the lake. One bite, with a panicked expression, as if he had just escaped from the devil's lair.

Seeing Nelson on the water, Alphard cursed immediately, but his voice couldn't float from the water to the shore, but just emerged one after another in exasperated bubbles, which were pierced one by one by Nelson and Tom on the water.

"I have read the family history of the Malfoy family," Nelson said lightly, "They used to be the lords of a large area in Cornwall, the place where Cornish elves abound, and the Malfoy family occupied the largest one there. Tin mines, before the establishment of Hogwarts, were engaged in tin mining and processing business. At its peak, about 2,000 Muggles worked as serfs in the tin mines owned by their family. At that time, nobles and Wizards are very popular with tin tableware and ornaments, and they use tin to exchange gold from Muggles and Gareons from wizards, so it is not an exaggeration to call it an incomparably rich country.”

"Is it so rich?" Tom rubbed his chin, suddenly became interested, even if it was the history of magic that he couldn't stand, he didn't feel sleepy anymore.

"Yes, if you look at the canon records of Buckingham Palace in 1692, you can see an Earl of Malfoy who never had a portrait but gave him valuable pewter every year. You know, the Secrecy Act was passed three years before that It has been implemented," Nelson recalled, "at least it proves that after the implementation of the Secrecy Act for three years, Mr. Malfoy did not give up mining tin mines and trading with Muggles. After all, wizards' magic can easily change from less to more. Few people will give up this kind of opportunity to make a lot of money lying down."

"But I haven't heard that the Malfoys have a tin mining business."

"Oh, this is because of the sanctions imposed on the Malfoy family by other families and some other reasons, such as the depletion of mines and the improvement of mining technology, which led to a drop in the price of tin mines. In order not to affect the family's status among wizards, Mr. Malfoy gave up industry, turned to the textile industry, and tried their best to distance themselves from the relationship with Muggles, and even took the lead in persecuting Muggles, the things at that time were more than chaos can describe.”

"Since they try their best to distance themselves, how can you still see this kind of thing?"

"Who would want to bury their glorious past?" Nelson asked back as a matter of course, "Fortunately, Abraxas's ancestor was a vain person, otherwise this history might really be buried."

"Then they now... I understand."

"His father approached me a year ago," Nelson nodded, "The Malfoy family has always been known for their ability to change positions at critical moments to ensure that they are in every accident or change. Enjoying the fruits of success as a winner, in a sense, it has become a weather vane for the British wizarding families to judge the situation. After he approached me, other families have less resistance in their persuasion work. Look, Shafie The magic car of the Ke family has only produced three finished products so far, and the first one was taken away by old Malfoy. serfs."

Tom and Nelson silently watched the returning students passing by, and many of them were playing with new gadgets that appeared only this holiday—a palm-sized phonograph playing popular radio dramas, paddle-driven The steam turbine model flew around its owner, and someone even carried an infinite refill glass bottle with the XX Coke logo in his hand.

"Oh...God, there is still that kind of thing?" Nelson's eyes widened, "I want to make one too."

"The first-year students get on the boat first, as for the senior students, Williams, you..."

Ogg looked at Nelson and Tom, as well as Alphard who was thrown into the lake, and there was some hesitation in his voice.

"Mr. Ogg, Alphard has a wish," Nelson squatted by the lake, smiling, and pushed Alphard down after finally flopping ashore, then took out a small silver ball and pressed it on his face, the silver ball It quickly unfolded and turned into a mask similar to a Muggle diving mask, "He wants to go crazy in his last year at Hogwarts, he wants to swim across the Black Lake, you are also a graduate of Hogwarts Students should understand his mood."

"I hope you can get a majestic nickname for this, Alphard," Nelson squatted by the lake, poking the bubbles that emerged from the black lake with a grass stalk he folded, and said softly, "like Alphard in the lake. And so on, I think it suits you very well."

"I too... gurgling... felt... gurgling, Tom... gurgling... I did it... remember what you promised me."

The tip of the wand emerged from the lake and drew a circle in the water. Alphard with the mask quickly sank to the bottom of the lake, followed by a spell that hit Nelson at zero distance, and Alphard's last stubborn magic Curse, "Fly Nelson!"

"thump!"

Tom took out his camera and jumped back, but it was a step too late. He felt Nelson grab his ankle and was dragged into the water.