My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Are there any guests?"

Moody sat awkwardly on the sofa, his hands on his knees kept spinning his wand, and his eyes flicked to the wall clock that was swinging overhead, and every time the pendulum swung, the small door of the wall clock would open, A battered owl was spring-loaded through the little door, flapped its wings around his head, and returned to its nest.

He could hear Nelson cooking, but what came from the kitchen was not only the clash of knives and chopping boards, but also Nelson's shouts, as if an evil capitalist was oppressing a scrawny worker with a whip.

Does Nelson have elves at home? Moody poked his head out curiously and looked towards the kitchen. Just as he turned sideways, the door opened, and the dusty Tom walked in carrying a heavy-looking suitcase, and asked casually, "Is there a guest?" coming?"

Moody sat down quickly, watching Tom as he entered the living room.

"Oh, it's Moody," Tom nodded, knocked on the locked door next to the hall with his wand, walked in sideways with the suitcase in his hand, came out empty-handed after a while, and locked the door, Looking at Moody, he said, "Just wait for a while, Christian should be back soon."

"What is she doing... No, no, I'm not here to find her," Moody pointed to himself, shaking his head vigorously, "I'm here to find Nelson."

"Come on, young man," said Tom, pursing his lips, raising his hand and pointing his wand at Moody's forehead, "no one would choose to bring a bottle of five-year-old French red wine when they visit Nelson."

"I……"

"The whirlwind sweeps away."

Tom put away his wand and blew gently on the tip of the wand. Moody felt as if a whirlwind was blowing over his head, and clusters of sparks exploded around his head. By the time he realized it, Tom had already fixed it for him. new hairstyle.

"I heard you want to be an Auror?" Tom squinted at Moody and put away his wand. "I have to remind you, Moody, if I were a dark wizard, your head would have turned into a ball of fireworks."

"I just saw that you didn't resist," Moody argued with a blushing face. For some reason, when facing Nelson and Tom, the two seniors he respected, his proud calmness disappeared. Where, being teased like a little wizard who just entered school, "I just—"

"Oh, let me put it another way, if I were a dark wizard who used Polyjuice Potion to turn into Professor Riddle, your head would already be a firework."

"Oh? Professor Riddle?" Nelson came out of the kitchen carrying three steaming glass bottles, put them on the coffee table, looked at Tom narrowly, and said, "Don't tell me, what are you doing today? Did you go out early in the morning for an interview?"

"Of course not, the interview is next week," Tom shrugged, and looked at his usual sitting position, Moody was already sitting on it, he simply raised his hand and brought a chair from the study, pulled it to the coffee table and sat down , said, "I asked old Malfoy to take me to see the candidates for this position today."

"Did you... turn this competition into an equal election?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and made a complicated gesture of wiping his neck, "You turned those candidates..."

Listening to their conversation, Moody felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he began to think that Nelson was a dangerous person who tricked him into a trap to kill him.

"I inspected their knowledge for Dumbledore first, and with all due respect, they are average, not even as good as Moody," Tom unscrewed the ring on the glass bottle, took a big sip, sighed in satisfaction, and said, "A boastful young man, a foreigner who was kicked out of school by Durmstrang, an old pedant who memorized textbooks backwards, and a tainted witness with a criminal record, Dumbledore would never choose them anyway."

"Has Britain's talents withered to such an extent?" Moody asked curiously, "Professor McGonagall said last term that Professor Dumbledore will find us a talented and virtuous person after Professor Mellors retires." excellent teacher."

"Isn't this about me? Speaking of it, it has something to do with Gnar," Tom leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling and said, "Recently, there is a shortage of manpower in all walks of life, especially those who study magic factories. The very favorable conditions recruited a lot of wizards with high mana, and these few people are even considered to be good-level among the people who wrote the cover letter. After all, Hogwarts can only pay such a small salary, and few people will have trouble with money. .”

"And you?"

"Me? I'm not short of money."

"squeak--"

The people in the garden were pushed away, Nelson left the sofa, walked out following the sound, and after greeting someone at the door for a while, he led Adele back into the house.

Tom took a look and said with a smile, "Adele, you changed into new clothes again."

"Martha made it for her," Nelson let go of Adele's hand, and she quickly ran upstairs to see the pygmy bushes that Tom specially ordered for her from Nurmengard. Nelson smiled helplessly, " When she saw Adele for the first time today, she thought she was my daughter."

"Don't say it's quite similar." Tom rubbed his chin and commented.

"If I had a child that old, the woman who gave birth to me would have to be sentenced."

"Isn't she eating?"

"She has an appointment with Mettle today, and she is going to have dinner at the Xicheng Orphanage."

Nelson returned to the original position, and the topic of the three gradually shifted from Tom's work to Moody's ideals, and finally to Christian.

Moody always felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he felt that Tom's attitude had changed somehow.

It wasn't until Christian, who was wearing a black dress, stood in front of him with a smile and said hello, that Moody bounced from the limp posture brought by the comfort of the sofa, and frantically found the gift at his feet.

"You... hello."

"I've never heard of you stuttering, Moody," Tom sat aside with a gloomy expression, and Moody also felt a feeling as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, "Are you free? I suddenly thought When I was at the Freshman Mutual Aid Club, I still have one trick I haven't taught you."

Moody's eyes lit up, but they were quickly blocked by Nelson's outstretched hand.

"Tom, he's going to help me these days."

"Do you want to experiment? I can go to the side of the road and catch a few people for you."

Neither Moody nor Christian could hear their conversation.

"It's not like that."

"You know," said Tom, throwing his arms behind his head and crossing his legs, "although I sometimes wish I could bury Christian in the hole she dug, but seeing a brat make love in front of her Yes, I want to bury it with someone else."

"For the sake of you killing him later, let him go, I don't want to play that 'Harry Potter is dead' anymore," Nelson shrugged, "Besides, this should be old Tom Lee Del should worry about things, be quick and help me move out the dining table that hasn't been used for several years."

...

"It's been a long time since the Nicklaus house was as lively as it is today."

At the dining table, Nelson, who was sitting at the head of the table, raised his knife and fork and said, "If you have any religious beliefs, hurry up and pray, I'm hungry."

The other three people on the table shook their heads in unison. Only Adele put her hands together in front of her face mischievously, and said in a low voice, "Thank you Nel for cooking for us." Immediately afterwards, following Nelson's silver knife With the crisp sound of the fork hitting the dinner plate, a small-scale family banquet began.

This meal may be to celebrate Christian's recovery from injury, or to receive Moody, a rare guest. Among them, powerful wizards like Nelson and Tom should have a unique meal, but this family feast is too ordinary, no different from a wealthy Muggle family in London. A delicacy that will increase the magic power, and there is not even a magic wand on the table.

"What's the matter? Alastor," Nelson looked at Moody who hadn't finished his mouth, and asked softly, "Is it not to your taste?"

"No, it's just that there are so many delicious ones that I don't know what to eat first," Moody shook his head, inserted a steak from the plate Tom pushed, put it on the plate and cut it, "I'm a little curious, Nelson ,is this your home?"

"Yes." Nelson nodded. "I designed the garden outside myself. How about it? Isn't it good?"

"It's beautiful and warm," Moody praised, and inserted a piece of cut steak into his mouth. "I'm just curious, why isn't it called the Williams' house?"

Tom stopped what he was doing, looked at Christian, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "This kid is really stupid, he just said this kind of thing when he came up, so I don't need to bury it with my own hands now."

"Well, that's because the owner of this house is Jonas Nicklaus, he is my uncle," Nelson slowly cut the steak, "he is no longer here, but everyone who lives in this house It’s his child, it’s not appropriate to call it the Williams family, the Riddle family, or the Wertling family, and my aunt is still there, so calling it this way makes me feel like I’m living in the past.”

"Uh... sorry." Moody realized that he had said something wrong and buried his head.

"It doesn't matter."

"I haven't seen Jonas either," Adele said with a smile, "but I'm also his child."

"You're awesome," Nelson helped her wipe the vegetable soup from the corner of her mouth, and rewarded her with a drink. "Eat more, Jonas doesn't want to see a child as thin as you."

"I'm just growing!" Adele retorted, "But speaking of which, I haven't even seen him, only one photo."

"That's what I wanted to introduce you to him—that's a great poet," Nelson shrugged, "but he's never published a poem, so I can't find a masterpiece."

"He's unlucky."

"Yes, I think he might be the unluckiest man in the world."

There was a brief silence at the table until Christian broke the deadlock.

"Gal, I ate a picture of your chocolate frog when I was shopping in Slant Side Alley today." Christian said as if taking credit, "I also saw your bus."

"Where is it?" Tom's eyes lit up. "Show it to me. It's worth a lot of money."

"I've stashed it away, and if it's still rare, I'll give it to Adele when she comes of age," said Christian, clearly aware of Tom's style, and stashed it away before returning home. In the hut lying in the middle of the road in Slope Lane, "The focus is on the bus."

"You mean the Knights?" Nelson asked. "I've been struggling with what to name them, and I got permission from the Knight Bus to call them the Knights."

"Did you make those big guys?" Adele showed admiring eyes, "They are very fast and flexible."

"I just improved the drawings of the Shafik family," Nelson rubbed his temples. "It's a trivial job. Fortunately, they didn't cause me any trouble."

"Are they expected to replace the Hogwarts Express?" Tom asked.

"Not enough grades," Nelson shook his head, ""

The second half of his sentence was drowned in the firelight outside the garden, and with a violent explosion, Moody instinctively drew out his wand, held down Christian, bowed and hid behind the cabinet next to the dining table.

The four people living in the house were very calm on the contrary, and Adele even took advantage of the chaos and took the little tomato in front of Tom.

"Alastor, don't be so nervous," Christian pulled Moody up from behind the cupboard, "it's okay."

Moody's eyes widened, and he looked out of the window from the corner he could see. He could see a tall black shadow standing in the lawn he had just praised. Then, the dazzling magic light illuminated the room, and he saw A few guys who were hiding their heads and showing their tails were blown up to the sky.

"This this……"

He had already begun to believe in Nelson's promise - "Your vacation will be much more interesting than serving tea to your boss in the Legal Enforcement Department."

"Why are you stuttering again, Moody."

Tom's voice woke him up instantly, and he straightened up, bumping against the cupboard.

But he didn't feel any pain. The scene just now and the performance of the four were really shocking.

"Alastor," Christian said, looking worriedly at the top of his bleeding head, "since Gnar returned to London, there have been two or three such attacks every week, but you don't have to worry about it. , Tom has personally experimented, even if he wants to break through the garden, it will take at least three minutes."

...

"I'm right," Nelson said, looking at Moody, who was still in shock with gauze on his head, and spread his hands with a smile when all the dust settled, "Your vacation will be very interesting. Let’s go to these people’s hometowns.”