My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Go this way, this way!"

Flitwick's shrill voice came from the corner of the auditorium, making the chaotic auditorium instantly quiet. He carried a triangular stool that was about to catch up with his height, and quickly ran out from the side door, following him. Behind them is a group of freshmen with apprehensive expressions. Their eyes are aimed at every corner of the auditorium. Every time they look at them, they are full of curiosity, no different from any freshman at Hogwarts.

"Crack!" The sound of flashing lights came from the corner of the auditorium. If there was anything different about this freshman class, it would be that there was an additional Muggle reporter who had never appeared in the castle.

Flitwick first placed the new students next to the stage, and waved his wand to place the triangular stool in the center. Even such a simple floating spell was enough to amaze the young wizards who had just obtained their wands.

"You wait here for me."

After a while, Flitwick ran back with a scolding broken hat. He waved his wand, and a line of delicate stairs appeared on the edge of the stage. Flitwick stepped on the stairs and stepped onto the stage, placing the Sorting Hat in the Then he jumped down and stood in front of the young wizards.

"Ahem!"

The Sorting Hat coughed twice, lowered its eyelids and glanced at the new students standing at their feet.

"It can actually talk!"

"Does coughing count as talking? If it counts, my mouse can also talk."

Listening to the impolite speech of this freshman, the Sorting Hat, with its keen hearing, wished he could be directly assigned to Azkaban.

"Where's the troll?" A freshman asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that we need to fight the troll during the sorting ceremony?"

"It's really a classical rumor..." Flitwick showed a knowing smile in his heart, but he quickly put away his expression, turned around, and looked at the new students seriously, "Quiet, get ready for the sorting ceremony."

As soon as the words fell, the Sorting Hat, which was getting more and more broken, began to sing.

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Maybe you are full of worries about the current situation

But if you ask me, it's nothing special

as a hat that lived a thousand years

The twists and turns I have experienced are far more bizarre than what you have heard

before hogwarts was founded

wizards live among muggles

they have nothing to do with each other

Only if magic has mercy on the lucky ones

But luck is not willing to favor forever

Children of wizarding families have elder care

But those children living in the market

They tasted the cruelty of magic early

There are four great wizards who don't want to see the flowers wither

They come together to give peace to buds and shoots

They don't want to see Bud being persecuted because of magic

The untaught sprout lost its life due to the loss of magic power

Slytherin said:

I have a castle,

One is not enough to shelter the world,

But a castle big enough for children to have a place to stay

Ravenclaw said:

I have infinite knowledge,

Although not enough to change the world,

But enough for them to learn something about mastering magic

Hufflepuff said:

I will teach them what love is,

Let the disputes be over, tomorrow will come,

We cannot avoid the breeding of hatred and division, but there needs to be love in the hearts of wizards

Gryffindor said:

I will give them courage,

A brave man fears no danger,

My student union has the courage to draw a sword against injustice, punish evil and promote good

Four witches and wizards hit it off and established a school by the Black Lake

This is us, the original form of Hogwarts

There were still a lot of Muggles in the Hogsmeade village back then

We live together in harmony and peace

Wise Slytherin worried about defenseless children

He proposes closing schools and segregating wizards and Muggles

The proposal was opposed by three others

He left me and left first

It's a tragedy,

The four people who were originally brothers and sisters fell apart

In the end, only me, who inherited their thoughts, was left

Waiting here, from day to night

Three hundred years ago, another tragedy

We have to separate from the friends we spend day and night

Now that we meet again

It's not the same as it used to be

You need to remember the teachings of the four founders

Remember the original purpose of Hogwarts

We will only irrigate you with the knowledge of magic

But the quality of being a human will only grow in your heart

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"Students whose names are called please come to the stage!"

Flitwick yelled out to the wandering new students, most of whom didn't realize that the forced rhyming song just now told a long history, in fact, their hearts were full of tomorrow's magic.

"Lee Boston!"

The freshman who was called by Flitwick was stunned for a few seconds. After being called for the second time, a black guy staggered onto the podium, his soles were weak, and he looked terribly frightened. He had just discussed trolls in the team It was him, and at this moment he looked as if he was afraid that a troll would jump out of the sorting hat and break him in two.

"Oh... a good start to the year," the Sorting Hat yelled as soon as it touched his scalp, "Gryffindor!"

With cheers erupting from the long golden-red table, this year's sorting ceremony began.

"It's a pity that there is no student named A this year."

"After all, Hannah Abbott doesn't come every year."

"Who is that? Is there such a person in the Aibo family?"

Tom sat with his head hooked at the head of the long Slytherin table, not even the freshmen in the first year were paying attention. On his left and right sat Nelson, who looked normal, and Alphard, who kept sneezing, respectively. In the singing of the Sorting Hat, it seemed to be sneezing like a drum, and a smell of fishy lake mixed with water grass and mud permeated the long table of Slytherin, and even slowly spread to Ravenclaw next door. Professor Slughorn on the staff table glanced at the three people who did not let him worry from time to time, and looked at the black weeds on Alphard's hair, his face became more and more stinky .

In order to prevent the three wrestling together in the water from embarrassing Slytherin more when they climbed out of the water, Professor Slughorn asked Ogg to drive the boat away first, and finally the three people who emerged from the water Looking at the empty Black Lake, at least they "swimmed" back to the castle with their own special abilities, but this special meeting ceremony still made the teachers and students of the school talk about it for a long time, so that until now, some people look at them from time to time, showing understanding smile.

"What's the matter? Sla...Horace," Mag still couldn't get used to calling her former teacher's name directly. She struggled for a long time, sternly, and forced a smile to say, "This is their last year. It’s nice to have some fun memories, I remember riding a broom around the castle when I graduated a few years ago.”

"Why should their interesting memories be based on my pain?" Professor Slughorn covered his face with his hands, and his full cheeks were wrinkled because of his ugly face. "I feel that this year's freshmen I don't even want to come to Slytherin, so let's compete in the House Cup in the future, and don't look for me."

"Horace, there's no need to think so," Dumbledore smiled and blinked in the direction of the two, "Thinking about when we entered the school, the more interesting colleges were obviously more attractive, Miller Look, baby, there are a lot of boys in Gryffindor who are just around the corner, and I think they should have a lot of lake activities in their spare time this year."

Professor Slughorn's face stretched out, but it was McGonagall's turn to be uncomfortable. As a graduate of Gryffindor, as the dean of Gryffindor, no one knew this group of little lions better than her. How restless they are.

"I think we should consider learning from Muggle Eton and giving Ogg a whip..."

"Not so not so..."

...

As the last freshman joined the Hufflepuff table, people's eyes gradually moved away from the sorting hat that Flitwick had taken away, and turned to Dumbledore sitting in the center of the staff table.

His smile couldn't be covered even by the heavily fogged lenses. He happily swept around the students and clapped his hands.

"Before you enjoy your dinner, you'll have to listen to me, the nasty headmaster, babbling."

No one thought he was annoying, and no one thought he was nagging. On the contrary, the freshmen had a good impression of the principal who had only seen his signature on the admission letter.

"Someone must have noticed that there are many more members in Mr. Ogg's list of prohibited items," Dumbledore said loudly, "Because there have been many toys from London in Diagon Alley recently, although they are not low in interest, But it may affect the teaching order. I noticed that many people were holding them when they got off the bus. You have to say goodbye to your new baby for the time being. After the dinner is over, the prefects of each house will collect them. Store it in the newly vacated warehouse in the basement, and pick it up again during the holidays."

There were wailing sounds from the long table of the students, and it could be seen that they were very reluctant to part with these new gadgets.

Nelson found a list from nowhere, quickly skimmed through the dazzling array of names on it, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he couldn't find what he wanted.

"With the abolition of the Secrecy Act, after discussions with the Muggle government, the Ministry of Magic realized that each other can learn from each other's strengths. Thanks to the efforts of all parties, wizards have a broader employment environment, but we need to learn The knowledge has also become more,” Dumbledore continued, “This year we will make the Muggle Studies course a compulsory subject for students in grades one to seven, and add three Muggle-related elective subjects. In the process of groping, so I did not inform you in advance in the class schedule, the relevant temporary teaching materials will be provided by the school, Professor Abdullah Rahman sincerely invites Muggle-born students and students who have knowledge of this aspect to assist him in compiling Textbooks, if you are interested, you can submit your application in the mailbox at the door of the Muggle Studies classroom before October."

"In addition, please allow me to reiterate the important school rules..."

After a long or short speech, Dumbledore sat down, raised his knife and fork, and rang the bell beside him.

"Enjoy your dinner!"

...

"The baboons still know how to lose face. The three of them, in front of the teachers and students of the school, let people see, bah! Disgusting! You can wait for this kind of thing at night, even if you dig a swimming pool, it won't take much effort. It's sneaky, it's like a baboon, and it's not as good as a baboon!"

After the dinner, the three who were going to sneak away from the side door were caught by Professor Slughorn. He hugged the three and scolded with a distorted expression, "Let the teachers and students of the school remember you!" His heroic deeds, in one word, disgusting!"

"Who did it? I promise I won't punish him severely!" Professor Slughorn lowered his voice, grabbed Tom and Alphard by the back of the neck, and asked viciously, "If I find out who planned this Initiate a special welcome ceremony for new students, I will definitely—"

"It's him."

"It's him!"

Tom and Nelson raised their hands almost at the same time, pointing at each other, while Alphard, who was a beat slower, had just raised his arm, fingers slipping between the smiling Nelson and the unflappable Tom, feeling his own The fingers seem to be being pulled by two locomotives, pulling them in opposite directions.

Tom couldn't help looking at Nelson, just in time to meet his gaze, the two of them frowned, and couldn't help but increase their strength.

Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows, noticing that Nelson and Tom's magic power was clashing on Alphard's finger, although he had a hint of expectation in his heart that "if Alphard's finger is broken, there should be a lot less trouble" , but as a teacher, he still waved his sleeves, making the strength of Alphard's fingertips disappear invisible.

At this moment, Alphard's finger was pointing between Nelson and Tom. Nelson shrugged his shoulders, his neck collapsed, and he pointed at Tom with one hand, and reached for the straw in his arms with the other. Tom smiled politely at Alphard, but look It gave him a chill on the back of his neck.

"Very well, the minority obeys the majority, Mr. Black, tell me who is the real culprit."

Professor Slughorn put his hand on Alphard's head, gritted his teeth, stared at Alphard and said, "Professor McGonagall just proposed to give Mr. Ogg a whip that is enough to punish you. I don't think the graduates Leaving campus with regret."

Alphard's eyes shuttled back and forth among the three, and finally with a bitter face, he bent his arms and pointed at himself.

"It's me...professor, I planned it."

"Did you? You staged a show where you threw yourself into the water and dragged them both in."

"Actually, it's just a—"

"Since that's the case," Professor Slughorn waved his hand and said, "The three of you are on a one-on-one basis, so let's accept the punishment together. Let me think about it..."

"Horace, I have a good place to go," Dumbledore's voice suddenly broke into the conversation, he smiled at Alphard, and said, "You look so handsome when you take off, I personally like you very much that parabola."

"Albus..." Professor Slughorn raised his hand feebly.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Dumbledore looked at Nelson and Tom and blinked, "Professor Rahman's work is very busy, but it takes a long time for the students to sign up and help. Go help him, two weeks is enough for him to wait for an assistant coach."

"But the whip..."

"For Merlin's sake, Horace, forget those whips."