My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh? Legilimency? You hate him that much?"

"Don't you hate it instead?"

Krell folded his hands on his chest, and two short limbs of the beetle protruded from his armpits, waving his teeth and claws. This bizarre scene shocked Ogden's jaw. He said resentfully: "I think you should understand how a wizard like me who lives by craft will end up as an apprentice. It's ridiculous."

"Sure enough, you still have two hands hidden... Can't you tell the joints?" Ogden regained his composure, pointed to Austria on the file, and said with disdain, "If you are really so naive , I’m afraid it was already a corpse in Austria.”

"I agree, so what? Legilimency is the most intuitive—"

"I'll leave this pen to you. You can write whatever you think of," Ogden took two steps back. For Aurors, not easily getting involved in the spiritual realm is also a creed that needs to be kept in mind at all times. After all, the enemy's It's not just the truth they want to find in their minds, "Don't play tricks, we have countless ways to verify your honesty."

"I understand." Krell nodded, tapped his chest with the back of his hand, and the chitin shell collided, making a heavy "bang bang" sound, "By the way, I need some medicine, otherwise in this situation Now, I can't write properly, but if I undo the magic rashly... I'm afraid I don't have a few complete internal organs now."

"I need to ask my superiors about this matter," Ogden nodded, "As long as the information you provided is useful, is there anything else you want to add?"

Claire was silent for a moment, raised his head and asked:

"By the way, that tailor shop—"

"What's the matter? You're not still thinking about that girl, are you? Let me tell you, I just applied to the Ministry for direct protection there."

"Was there... no protection before?"

"Do you think the British Aurors are idiots? Will you let you swagger in and lead a werewolf in? You just caught up with his lunch break?" Ogden became a little impatient, "What else do you suddenly think of but Is there something important you haven't explained?"

"I..." Claire's eyes flashed those breathtaking red eyes in the dim tailor shop, and he remembered the bullet that hit Fritz Harmann a second before he escaped from the sky. A silver light beam, an inexplicable palpitation came to mind, he closed his eyes tightly, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing."

"boom."

The door closed again, and Krell curled up on the chair, forming a golden ball like a real beetle, his back stretched evenly with his breathing, and not long after, there was a burst of ear-piercing laughter.

...

"How about this broom? What do you think? Will it be functional and aesthetically pleasing?"

During the Charms class on Thursday, Tom and Nelson hid behind Alphard with their heads down, holding a picture book in their hands,

"Good design is usually beautiful," Nelson said, as if he were a very high-level professional Quidditch player. "You know, when the practical design has been perfected, they will Focus on the new bonus item of appearance."

"I see, you're saying it's okay to buy something that looks good, right?"

"How would I know? I could tell you a hundred feints or tactics, but I'm wobbly on any broomstick," Nelson said, curling his lips. "Harry Potter rides a broomstick to freedom." Fly freely, and my broom is only used to clean up the garbage pile."

"Harry Potter?" Tom narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he turned his head and said, "Why do I think what you said about 'riding any broom is wobbly' is also full of moisture?"

Nelson looked distraught, but before he could, Flitwick, who was pacing down the aisle, was in front of the two of them, interrupting what would have been an indictment.

"Nelson, what do you think about the combination spell instant release technique we just talked about?"

"You are very detailed, Professor."

"Listen to the class carefully. You sit up straight in the class. If I can't see your face, then you are deserting."

Flitwick tapped Nelson's head lightly with his wand, and started waving his wand again to demonstrate to the students around him, while walking away.

Nelson and Tom sat up straight and listened carefully to Flitwick's lecture.

The time for a Charms class passed quickly, and Flitwick stood in front of the podium and announced that the class was over, but just like after the first Transfiguration class this semester, the brains of the seventh-grade students were overwhelmed by the knowledge far surpassing that of the sixth-grade students. It was so full that he forgot to leave for a moment, Flitwick smiled, jumped off the chair behind the desk, walked lightly to the door, closed the door gently and left, after a while , Those students who didn't listen to the class well and just raised their heads from their sleep noticed that their professor had disappeared, happily beckoned with friends, and were ready to enjoy more interesting spare time.

"I think the two of them are really born to be professors," said Tom, who left at last, to Nelson. "It's only been a long time to teach, and now they are better than some old professors. I don't know if I can do it in the future. to be like them."

"They also struggled a lot," Nelson said. "As far as I know, when Minerva prepared her first class last year, despite the help of Professor Dumbledore, it took her a whole week to figure out what she wanted. say what."

"I know," Tom shook his head. "You should know that Professor Mellors is retiring."

"He really should have retired a long time ago," Nelson said with a soft click, "I don't want to discuss the professor's teaching level behind the scenes, but I think from the bottom of my heart that Professor Mellors is more suitable to go home early Take care of yourself, I heard from Mr. Black that the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been very sensitive at Hogwarts, because if you don't pay attention, this position may become a professor of Dark Arts, just like Durmstrang Same."

"You have a point."

"Combined with the few years when Professor Mellors returned to school, wizards all over the world were a little chaotic. Many families in the UK began to respect Durmstrang's education model, and some people even proposed to relax the restrictions on black magic," Nelson said. Explained, "So the Ministry of Magic recommended a professor with a mediocre personality to be in charge of teaching in this area. After all, there is no course that is more meaningless than teaching according to the script, but for them, they would rather do nothing than do it. Wrong, I'm not saying that Professor Melles is mediocre, but I think if you just read the textbook and give unlimited A's based on the paper, why don't you let us study by ourselves? Do you remember the last time we went to the dueling club in Felius? , as a result, a large group of fifth and sixth graders couldn't figure out an Iron Armor Charm."

"Yes, but the content of the teaching also makes my scalp tingle. When I started school, I asked Professor Melles if he needed a teaching assistant. He saw that I was very enthusiastic, so he quickly agreed."

"Like Muggle Studies?"

"No, it's easier than that, but it's much less interesting." Tom shook his head and said, "He showed me the lecture notes he had prepared and corrected some omissions. I'm exhausted, and if this is Defense Against the Dark Arts, I'd rather rent a stall in Diagon Alley and sell potatoes."

"I think this is also a way," Nelson said with a smile, "Professor Mellors has probably become stiff in his post, and has gradually become like a gramophone. Since you have always wanted to be a member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class If you are a professor, then you should think about how to change all this.”

"I thought about it," the two walked to the door, Tom pushed the door open, and turned his head, "but I always feel that if I really let the students understand the dark arts as I imagined, it is difficult to guarantee that Defense Against the Dark Arts will not end up Turned into the Dark Arts class that the Ministry of Magic dreads."

"I thought the Dark Lord was going to make the whole world bathe in the glory of dark magic."

Nelson smiled and pushed Tom's shoulder, "Hurry up, I'm starving to death."

"Okay," Tom raised his legs and walked out of the classroom, but immediately bumped into the person standing outside the door, his body fell forward due to inertia, and was grabbed by Nelson. After standing still, he looked out of the door unhappily , "Who is it?"

"It's...it's me." Nelson murmured silently in his heart. It was such a coincidence that Christian stood awkwardly at the door, but after being glared at by Tom, she straightened her chest and fought back with more fierce eyes I went back, "I'm here for the next class!"

"Charms class?" Seeing that the atmosphere between them had become tense again, Nelson pressed Tom's shoulder helplessly, squeezed between the two, and asked with a smile.

"Of course, will there be other professors here?"

"Of course not," Nelson shrugged. "I thought you would go to the Forbidden Forest. I have seen our school's Malfoy class schedule before. The study of magical animals is in the next section. I remember that you seem to have chosen it." It seems that I have misremembered this class."

"We don't have class with Slytherin, we have class with Hufflepuff," Christian said, shaking his head, "They said they were afraid that Gryffindor and Slytherin would fight in that empty environment, disturbing everyone." Fantastic Beasts... have you looked at my timetable?"

"I want to see it, but how do I see it?" Nelson shrugged, smiled and took out a quill from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Christian's hand, "Of course Tom told me, by the way, When I was a teaching assistant, the professor gave us a few pens for writing biographies by ourselves. Tom and I imitated one, which should be useful for your homework. I don’t think any Gryffindor is willing to lie on the table and write continuously homework?"

Christian took the pen in a daze. She didn't understand why Nelson suddenly became so attentive, but after thinking about it, he had always been enthusiastic, but he was always troubled by staying with the stinky Tom.

"You can try it," Nelson rubbed Christian's head. The newsboy hat has faded, only the badge on it is still shining. Christian seems to have found a new hobby, and there are a few more on the brim of the hat. The badge of acquaintance, with the passing of his palm, the faded newsboy hat became colorful again, "Haha, I have grown so tall... If you have any questions that you don't understand academically, please feel free to ask us."

"I... know everything." Compared with when she was a child, Christian had a 180-degree turn. At that time, she was very natural when facing Nelson, but now she became nervous. Of course, after learning that she In fact, after calling Laura Riddle, the stiff relationship between her and Tom has not been eased. These Nelsons are watching, but they are really too lazy to care about these messy things.

"We still have something to do, so let's go first." Nelson walked around the corridor with a smile, and said, "Bella asked me some time ago, what color sweater do you like, and I ordered a red one for you."

"Yeah." Christian lowered his head and responded, bypassing Tom like a pillar, and ran into the classroom.

"Tom, you see she's so tall. I remember it used to be up to my waist."

"Yes," Tom glanced at Christian's back, turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, "I feel that it is really difficult for me to communicate with these young people, and I don't understand what they are thinking."

"They? Who else?"

"Just her."

"Are you young? I thought you were as old as Professor Binns. Besides, you have too few books like this. If you are alone, you can't communicate?"

"I don't need to communicate with other people, it's boring," Tom grabbed a little Gryffindor who was about to throw a big dung on the head of his companion in the stairwell, frightened him, let him go, and turned to Nelson. Said, "Originally, as long as she does everything I arrange for her, she can live a relaxed and happy life and become an excellent and decent person, but this girl always has her own ideas. With her random temper, whether she can graduate safely is a problem, and she is really different from me."

"Have you ever thought that she wouldn't be like this without you?"

"Are you saying it's my fault?"

"Of course not, I just think, you might as well look at yourself, at least in terms of what you said, it's exactly the same as Christian."

"I don't know what to do? Maybe," Tom curled his lips, "but at least I'm not crazy enough to do those little tricks."

"Little move? Did she do something?"

"She has the mark of the Oblivion Charm I left on her from the night we first went to the Muggle Studies classroom for detention," Tom narrowed his eyes. "I should have thought it was hers, you Do you have any American friends, can you find out what Professor Sykes is doing now?"