My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What's the matter? Professor Dumbledore."

The old man turned his head slowly, and looked at Dumbledore who broke into the examination room with searching eyes, "I understand your eagerness to see the test results of the proud students NEWTs, but this seems to be illegal, let alone, Exam results will not be given on the spot."

Dumbledore looked at the official of the Ministry of Magic who was lying soundly sleeping in the corner of the classroom, walked to his side, knocked on his desk with his knuckles, and said in a deep voice, "You haven't changed your mind since you left Hogwarts. Do you have the habit of sleeping in class?"

"arrive!"

The official stood up from the seat as if challenging reflexes, and the movement was so big that he even knocked over the chair behind him. After answering loudly, he helped the hat that did not exist on the top of his head. His expression was straight, but his eyes rolled Non-stop, looking for Dumbledore's figure.

"Deng...Professor Dumbledore!"

After seeing Dumbledore standing behind him, he nervously wiped his non-existent saliva, and wiped the sweat on the side of his robe with his palm full of sweat. Although he was not too young, he Standing in front of Dumbledore, he looked like a student who had made a mistake, and even this series of actions seemed to have returned to the days when he was still young.

Dumbledore looked at the old man on the podium, then at the embarrassed officials around him, sighed, and said, "Carl, if you deserted during class, you can ask the teacher to make up the class, but after you walk out of the school, things will be delayed, but there is no The teacher will make up for you."

"You are right, Professor Dumbledore."

"I thought you came here in person because you valued it. You might as well call someone young and in good spirits." After seeing that there was no accident in the examination room, Dumbledore's voice softened a lot. He stretched out his hand, thinking He wanted to touch the man's head, but suddenly realized that he was already taller than himself, and even looked older than himself, so he withdrew his hand and put it back into his sleeve, "I heard that Nelson has been dead for a long time since he came in." Didn't go out, so come and see."

After Carl woke up, Nelson remembered who he was. He had seen this man from afar in the Ministry of Magic. At that time, he was greeting a group of foreign wizards. He seemed to be an unusual and ordinary character.

"Sorry, two, too many things have happened recently. Sitting here, I always feel like I'm back at Hogwarts." A high-ranking official, he turned to look at Nelson and the old man, and explained gently and without any airs, "When Professor Dumbledore first came to teach at Hogwarts, I was his student, Mr. Green, I'm sorry Wasting your time, I wonder if you have done the assessment for Williams? If not, start now."

He looked at Nelson and smiled politely.

"Oh... I just remember that he just came in. He may have taken a nap. He is old and useless. Please speak louder," the old man turned to Nelson slowly, and said in a bellows-like voice, "I Having seen your paper in Transfiguration Today, if it wasn't for me—"

"Stroke?" Nelson blurted out automatically.

"Do you know I've had a stroke?" The old man blinked in confusion.

"Oh, I took an overdose of nettle seeds by mistake some time ago, and I went to St. Mungo's to see a doctor, and saw your case there," Nelson made up nonsense without burden, covering his face with his back In the sight of Dumbledore and Carl, the sleeves of the robe fell to the table, and a few small alchemy dolls crept out of the sleeves, picked up the two identical cubes on the table and crawled back, "You feel better now?"

When the last villain returned to the sleeve with the help of his companions, Nelson straightened his waist, and the thin golden chain wrapped around his wrist flashed for a moment. In a delicate ring, one was not connected to it but remained The hourglass in the center slowly rotated, and the black gravel fell from one bucket to the other half, and quickly fell back to the original place.

"Uh..." Mr. Green looked at Nelson suspiciously. He remembered that he obviously had a personal doctor, but he finally gave up thinking about it. "Thank you for your concern, but I won't give you a grade beyond your actual level because of this." .”

Standing behind Nelson, Dumbledore looked curiously at the assessment that was about to take place before him. He still remembered the scene when he took the wizard level test, those surprised faces and unadorned praise and praise, as if it was just yesterday, but It has been many years.

"I was going to ask you to turn your desk into a baboon, but one of my friends... Hey, I may be really old, I forgot who, he told me that you have far surpassed your peers and even more The shape-shifting abilities of an experienced wizard, and even an unregistered Animagus."

As a deaf person, Mr. Green felt that people all over the world should be as hard to hear other people's voices as he was, so he spoke in an unusually loud voice. The two people in the teacher's corner heard this passage clearly. Carl raised his eyebrows, turned his head slowly, and looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, as if he was asking, "Do you need me to send a message to myself?"

Dumbledore shook his head, but was quickly drawn to Mr. Green's loud voice.

"Actually, it's too much for you to transform into an Animagus on the spot here, but for outstanding people, stricter requirements are not a bad thing, what do you think?" He didn't wait for Nelson to answer, and thought of himself He said, "I remember that your name should be Nelson Wertning Williams? Then I want to see, the transformation out of thin air."

Nelson nodded, without much preparation, he raised his wand quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a thin ribbon of water had already spread in the air. Dumbledore watched Nelson's wrist movements with interest, as Expert, he could tell at a glance that in that instant, Nelson had fixed the magic clear spring created by the Clear Water Curse into real running water.

Under the control of his magic wand, a water dragon roared out of the water, and quickly expanded to a volume enough to fill the classroom, but under precise control, no drop of water was left on the floor. Soon, big and small Yes, gold and stone vegetation, fresh and dead, all kinds of objects that can or cannot be seen in life are vividly interpreted under Nelson's wand. The huge body of water dragons is getting less and less, but in the classroom There were more and more debris piled up, and Dumbledore even saw a Nelson coming out of a pool of water and casting magic with him, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while.

"It's amazing control..."

Mr. Green felt like he was watching a garden party with a wide variety of categories, and at the same time maintaining such a large number of transformations is impossible for most wizards, but Nelson seemed to be able to handle it with ease. He remembered the article that once caused shock. This is perhaps one of the ancient uses of Transfiguration - which has no drawbacks except difficulty.

Soon, more and more complex transformations were shown by Nelson, including human body transformation, which is a dangerous magic that only wizards who have been immersed for many years will try. Just when Mr. Green felt a little overwhelmed, Nelson suddenly raised his hand and held it. fist.

As if the chief conductor of the band waved the stopped baton, all the creations in the classroom disappeared in an instant, and this kind of magic that instantly returned the magic power to its essence also made Dumbledore show a surprised look on his face.

"Amazing... Really amazing," muttered Mr. Green, grabbed the form and signed it, "Have you taken the test before? How did you know to write your name? If it's not the highest grade, it's O. I must make a name for you Issue an S."

...

"Williams, please wait, I have something to tell you."

Just as Nelson walked out of the examination room, he saw Carl chasing him. He stood in front of Nelson and said out of breath, "Minister Rich asked me to bring you the key. It seems that we should be colleagues in the future?"

"Come out directly," Nelson pointed to the door of the examination room, "inside—"

"Professor Dumbledore helped me look at it. The character of Mr. Green and Professor Dumbledore is worthy of protection. Besides, the score of a subject in the NEWTs exam, to be honest, will not affect anything. They have the ability to cheat. People don't need a report card like this." He smiled, and in his words, he didn't regard Nelson as a student who was about to leave school, but an adult who would work together in the future. He took out a small silver ball from his pocket and handed it to Nelson, "Minister Rich asked me to hand it over to you. You have two weeks of vacation after graduation, so remember to report in time on Monday of the third week, he said , this pocket can only be opened by you."

After seeing Nelson unscrew the small silver ball easily, he nodded, gave a few instructions, turned around and left quickly, Nelson pinched the key that fell out of the small silver ball with his fingertips, held it up to his eyes and looked at it, The slender key does not have any complicated structure, but the complicated inscriptions on it and the magic light that flickers from time to time prove that it is an isolated product that is difficult to replicate.

Just when he was about to analyze the meaning of the inscription above, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the key.

"Show me," Tom looked at the simple-looking key, and even broke it with his hands. Nelson stopped him in time before biting his upper teeth. He threw the key back and said disdainfully, "Gold-plated copper, I It's obvious at a glance."

"Is it too soft to use gold as a key?" Nelson put the key back in his pocket carefully. "Have you packed your luggage?"

"It's all over," Tom pouted. "What is that? The key to the gate of power?"

...

"There is your package, please sign for it."

At noon, Borroux Black sat up from his 15-square-meter bed, rubbed his swollen eyes from being covered with cucumber slices all night, and yawned big. He grabbed his gold-rimmed glasses and casually hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"It's really boring..." He rubbed his eyes again, the sound of knocking on the glass came from his ear, he turned his head to look at the window sill, the thick velvet curtains completely blocked the sunlight from the outside, making it impossible for him to see the time, "Come right now ,Wait a mininute."

When he finally got off the bed and was pulling his slippers on and approaching the window sill, the cool breeze from the crack of the window finally woke up the middle-aged man who was drowsy. He sat back on the bed again, but this was on the third floor. Borlux took off his glasses, with disbelief written all over his face. He picked up his wand and approached the window cautiously.

"There is your package, please sign for it."

There was another rapid knock on the window, followed by the unchanging words, no different from the first sentence he heard, very much like the kind he once saw a friend buy one, which could A phonograph invented by Muggles who played music on a loop by inserting vinyl records.

"Malfoy can't stand it at last? I should give him a chance to survive..." Halfway through, he removed the antlers used for decoration on the wall, and tremblingly picked up a corner of the curtain with the tip, "Merlin bless, no matter who it is, I hope it falls because it can't support the window sill."

When the rapid knock on the window sounded again, he finally opened the curtains with antlers, and pointed his wand firmly at the uninvited guest outside the window, but the moment he saw the visitor, the serious expression on his face instantly became difficult to maintain I saw a fat black bird that was not huge but definitely not small was hovering in the air outside the third floor with its pair of stubby wings holding onto the window sill, and a short red beak was tied to it. A small package, with a small silver ball hanging on its chest, Borlux recognized that ball, the Ministry of Magic had just issued a batch not long ago, to help them communicate with each other, especially the Auror office, almost One was distributed by hand. Borroux knew the price of this thing, and Nelson made a fortune. He approached the window and said with a chuckle, "Whose owl actually eats so fat."

"Wow—"

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the window, the small silver ball on the penguin's chest made a louder sound: "There is your package, please sign for it!"

But Borlux just seemed to wake up, but he didn't wake up. He forgot that the window of his house opened outwards, and the window slapped the penguin's face hard, making its round cheeks It was crushed into a flat cake in an instant, he only grasped the strap in the penguin's mouth, but failed to grasp it, and was almost brought over by it.

"boom!"

Borlux looked at the package in his hand, ran to the window sill and looked down, just in time to see the penguin waving its wings and bouncing up from the ground. It gave Borlux a hard look with a pair of small eyes. With disproportionate dexterity, he opened the manhole cover on the side of the road, and a kite turned over and got in.

"Hey, I really didn't mean to."

Borlux shrugged his shoulders, put the package on the bed, opened the windows to let the air in, and walked slowly to the bathroom, starting his boring and boring day.

"Kreacher, bring me my toothbrush." ​​Borlux greeted Phineas on the wall, covering him with a handkerchief, "someone call Walburga back, her good My friend will report to the Department of Mysteries in a few days."