My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"It's too scary, I didn't expect there are werewolves in the world..."

In the tailor's shop, Martha hugged her knees in one hand and held a cup of steaming cocoa in the other. She sat cross-legged in a pile of fabrics in shock, raised her eyes from time to time, and looked out the door nervously.

"That's why we don't dare to disclose the details of the wizarding world to Muggles all at once," said a female Ministry of Magic official with her back to the gate, sitting opposite her, and gently put her hand on the back of Martha's. , said softly, "If you suddenly tell everyone that magical animals such as werewolves, vampires and even giant dragons exist in the world, it will definitely cause panic, but you can rest assured that the control of these animals in the UK is very strict. The inconvenience caused to you is to be blamed on the German wizard who came here with his pursuers, but they have all been caught, and you can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Giant...giant? And giant...dragon?"

Martha, who had just calmed down a bit, almost knocked over the hot cocoa in her hand, her small face turned pale in an instant, she tightly grasped the hem of the skirt covering her knees, and the knuckles of her fingers turned white from the force .

"It's impossible for dragons to come here. Most of the dragons in England are kept in captivity," the witch comforted with a smile. "Of course, it's even more impossible for giants. The last recorded giant riot was two hundred years ago." I’m afraid they have degenerated into savages in the deep mountains and old forests, don’t worry, it’s the Ministry of Magic’s duty to protect people like you.”

Martha didn't understand why there would be such an overly polite character among the arrogant wizards. She always felt a little uncomfortable, but she still answered the witch's questions in a precise manner.

The other two wizards who came together were busy at the door. According to the witch, they were setting up the newly developed alarm defense magic, so that when Martha faced the attack of the dark wizard next time, they could hold on to Auror's support. arrive.

"...that's all I can think of," Martha rubbed her temples and said weakly, "Only that wolf...the werewolf is closer to me, and I can't see the other two so clearly .”

"This is our negligence at work, I hope you can understand, Miss," the witch bowed her head in apologetic voice, her attitude was nothing like that of other high-spirited wizards, she looked behind and found that there was a spell cast in front of the door. The colleague was far enough away, then lowered his head and whispered, "If those Auror colleagues of mine are really capable enough to deserve their salary, you can't even see the faces of the two prisoners."

"You have arrived in time..." Martha picked up the cup, drank the slightly cooled cocoa in her hand, clenched her hands tightly to feel the residual heat on the cup wall, and said with blurred eyes, "Otherwise you wouldn't will see me."

"I can give you a little suggestion, miss, if you are more concerned about your own safety, you'd better find some more direct ways to contact the wizard," the witch lowered the business, "That Ogden didn't She is a cold-blooded butcher who doesn't care about your lives. The case here was directly reported by Miss Black to the Ministry of Magic. It is said that she installed a looking glass here. Do you know her? She really cares about you. Inquiring about you through the fireplace."

Seeing the gradually softening expression of the girl in front of her, the witch sitting opposite her refilled a cup of hot cocoa for him with a smile. Suppressing the disgust in her heart, she looked at the ignorant Martha with eager eyes.

"Walburga Black? Before... a friend of mine brought her to the store," Martha thought for a while and said, "By the way, she still has a dress and a long dress left behind." Here, I can't contact her, can you bring her for me?"

"Hehe, miss, a small person like me can't see her," the witch warmly held the back of Martha's hand. This inexplicable initiative made Martha feel uncomfortable, but seeing her care about herself so much, Martha didn't So she withdrew her hand, and the witch continued, "Can you contact her or her family?"

She puts emphasis on the word "family."

"I...I should be able to find her father?" She said with some uncertainty, "She and Na...my friend told me that if there is anything I can go to her father for help."

"That's really great!" The witch raised her voice happily, "If you have such an arrangement, you can come to the Ministry of Magic to find me, and I will take you to find Mr. Black myself!"

"Ah... ok, ok."

"Of course, I forgot to introduce myself," the witch tilted her head and smiled sweetly. She pulled out a pink cloak from her pocket and gently covered Martha, as if she was afraid She was freezing in the hot weather, "I am Dolores Umbridge from the Misuse of Magic Office. I have just become a regular. If you have any confusion, please feel free to contact me. I remember the Ministry of Magic issued a Credentials and the address of the Ministry of Magic should be in your contact manuals."

"boom!"

"Aw!"

The loud noise and screams from the door made the emaciated Martha exclaim again. She almost thought that there was another werewolf coming. The two people in the store looked in the direction of the sound, and the signboard of the tailor shop fell down. A slightly younger wizard was clumsily lifting the sign off another wizard's feet.

The witch who was chatting with Martha also showed her face. This is a baby-faced woman with blond hair and a sweet smile on her face. She is wearing a robe made by the Ministry of Magic, and there are several ribbons tied around her neck. Badge in cat head style.

"Tsk... What a pity, girl."

At the door of the shop, a wizard who was measuring the street with a tape measure but was hit by Unexpected Calamity saw the scene in the shop, clicked his tongue lightly, and shook his head.

"Sorry, sir, my hands are shaking." The intern who finally removed the sign raised his head profusely with sweat, "It's really unlucky, who would have thought that a werewolf would appear on the streets of Greater London, oh...Merlin pants, today is really unlucky."

"You don't understand the situation. Umbridge, a woman who pleases a guy, will get something out of him. She is a greedy, cunning and indifferent woman. Why do you think she became a regular in just one year? That is Because there is a vacant seat in the office, as for how it was vacant... Tsk tsk, this pink cloak was once draped over the shoulders of Foley, when he visited Hogwarts, you may I don't know, this unlucky old guy was fucked to the end by Shafik within a few months," the wizard stared at the store with a playful look, "I don't know if there is something worthy of her attention on this girl ... Tsk tsk, pink, pink is delicate, how old is she now?"

"What? Didn't Miss Umbridge just graduate two years ago?"

"If you have dealt with her, you should understand that her mind is much deeper than many old fritters in their 50s and 60s. I can assure you that as long as the head of the Wizengamot is not Dumbledore's upright She will soon be able to sit at least the position of deputy minister."

"Really...?" The young intern scratched his head, "I still think she is a nice person, very enthusiastic in the office, and willing to help me a little."

"That's really rare," the wizard shook his head with a smile. Suddenly, he noticed something wrong in the intern's tone, and he felt a belated pain from the foot that was hit by the signboard, so he turned his head suddenly. He asked with a distorted expression, "Joan, what's your last name?"

"Selwyn, what's the matter, sir?"

"That's all right, Umbridge is indeed a kind and warm-hearted girl." The wizard gasped, and hopped to the shade.

"You see, these guys are just clumsy," Umbridge turned her head and showed Martha her trademark smile again. She handed a small card she had just written to Martha's hand and blinked. Blinking his eyes, he said, "This is the address of Diagon Alley. If you are interested in wizard clothes and fabrics, you can go there to shop."

"This is too much trouble for you," Martha hastily declined, "It's not that Diagon Alley—"

"This is my compensation for the Ministry of Magic. It's just a little earlier. Muggle tourists can apply to visit Diagon Alley by March at the latest," Umbridge said with a smile, "They never I will consider the feelings of Muggles, miss, and I believe that a kind and lovely person like you will not cause any trouble, I am really willing to trust you as much as you trust me."

Although Umbridge's smile made Martha feel a little uncomfortable, her frankness made Martha have a good impression. Seeing the loose expression on Martha's face, Umbridge smiled even more splendid.

...

On a rare sunny day, the entrance of the Quidditch stadium was crowded with people, but there were very few spectators. A group of young wizards wearing golden-brown protective gear were bringing Hufflepuff Quidditch teams from the warehouse. They are waiting in line for the assessment of the team members. Each of them has a look of anxiety on their faces. The next test they are about to face is even more exciting than the division they faced in the first grade. Nervous—after all, after attending the sorting ceremony, at least no professor would give some unlucky bastard £50 in cash to take a taxi home.

Compared with the full seats on the game day, the empty stands looked very deserted, only a few people who accompanied them sat sparsely in the stands, the most eye-catching ones were the two green men in the Slytherin stands, the green The robe was too coquettish, it looked like two buds had sprouted from a flowerpot.

The captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team squinted his eyes, put his hands over his eye sockets, and looked up at the two abruptly standing in the Slytherin stands.

"Tom Riddle, I know, is an expert on broomsticks. He didn't come to spy on our Hufflepuff and Quidditch team, did he? Damn it, did Slytherin start preparing for the House Cup so early?"

"Captain, Riddle doesn't seem to be a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team," a member reminded, "He doesn't like Quidditch."

"What about that man? Who is that? Williams? Why is he on the Quidditch pitch? Is he the secret weapon of the Slytherins this year? Does anyone know him? What position does he play?"

Seven questions in a row made the team members dizzy, and after a while, Hufflepuff's previous prefect weakly raised his hand: "I took the flying lesson with Nelson in the first grade, he I can't even hold the broom steadily, so it shouldn't be like what you said, as for the position... it should be the audience... right?"

"I feel like they're talking about me."

In the audience, Nelson glanced at the gathered Hufflepuff players on the field, holding a tightly labeled glass bottle in his hand, and said vaguely with a straw in his mouth.

"Haha," Tom gave Nelson a blank look. "Are they considering taking you into the Hufflepuff Quidditch team? What a genius idea to cut off your limbs."

"I can be a coach. I have countless advanced tactics and skills in my mind, which are enough to subvert this sport." Nelson tapped his temple, took another sip with a straw in his mouth, and there was a burst of fine foam in his mouth The voice said, "No, what do you mean? What is self-amputation? Isn't this word self-amputation?"

"Four times."

Tom ignored Nelson's angrily yelling, and concentrated on watching the assessment in the stadium. After waiting for a while, he saw the small figure of Adele holding a broom taller than her. He waved vigorously at the Slytherin stand and stepped up.

Tom really couldn't stand this repetitive and boring test. After watching for a while, he reached out and grabbed the hat from Nelson's head, put it on his face lightly, yawned, narrowed his eyes and fell asleep.

Once the dream passed, he was awakened by Nelson's nagging voice.

"Don't be discouraged, Adele. Although the fruit of success is very sweet, failure is actually the main theme of life. Next year we..."

"What's the matter?" Tom yawned and took off his hat, and saw the little figure with the broom standing in front of them.

"Uh... her technical movements are a bit flawed, a little bit," Nelson made a "a little bit" gesture, "I think it will be much better next year, and it must be fine."

"Have you chosen? Adele?" Tom turned his head and asked Adele without listening to Nelson's explanation.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded slightly.

"You don't—huh?" Nelson asked in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask me..."

"It looks like I was wrong." Nelson said happily.

"Don't analyze blindly," Tom curled his lips, blew the ashes, and put the hat on Nelson's head, "This is not a performance, but a selection of newcomers. They only want to see how fast you fly. Skills can be practiced." , talent is not enough."

Tom reached out and looked in Nelson's pocket, found a small silver ball painted red, put it in Adele's hood, smiled and touched her head: "Congratulations."