My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"boom!"

The sound of knives and axes woke up the dazed Christian. In the darkness, she didn't know how long she had been locked up. After breaking the car door and the last light with her own hands, she completely lost the perception of time. On the surface of her weak body, she seemed to have been locked here for a long time.

Ai Bo, who was stimulated by her words, did not come to pick her up. Even Tom seemed to have forgotten her existence. She didn't want to think about the worst outcome—people who knew she was here might be in the sidewalk alley. killed in the attack.

Her fingers touched a sharp object in the chaos, and there were many things in the back seat, but to her at this moment, it was like touching a poisonous snake while fleeing in the jungle, and she frantically moved that thing to the On one side, curled up in the small space between the front and rear seats.

She closed her eyes, resisting the glare of the sun, this is how many times she had this hallucination, from the joy of escaping from the sky at the beginning, to the numbness of indulging in imagination over and over again, to once again Once again destroyed by pessimistic hallucinations.

"Is the car being smashed outside?"

She didn't think it was a real sound, and she had experienced such an illusion not long ago.

It was the third week after the Slope Lane attack, two pioneers opened the car, the world had been destroyed, and according to them, Grindelwald rubbed his hands with hundreds of pills that Nelson had mentioned at the dinner table Under the bombardment of the mushroom clouds, the whole world was blown into a mushroom-covered honeycomb, and she became a rare survivor relying on the protection of the vehicle. She saw Tom standing in front of the vehicle— —He has turned into a mushroom holding a magic wand. She doesn't know what the weapon Nelson said is. Since he called it a "mushroom bomb" and was so feared by Grindelwald, it should be a kind of weapon that kills everything. Become a scary magic mushroom!

Weak, she walked out of the car with the support of the two knights, and took the wand from the mycelium that replaced Tom's arm. She inherited their behest and planned to establish a mushroom kingdom with mushrooms as the national emblem in the ruins—

Just when Christian was about to start promulgating the third edition of the "Mushroom Code", she woke up, opened her eyes, and the surroundings were still in the dull blackness, surrounded by the ticking sound of a device in the car, as if because of Too much time has passed, and the interval of its sound has been much longer-from the first jump of one second to now it only sounds once every ten seconds.

This sound made her very irritable at first, but her dependence on it gradually deepened in the dark, without any reference, it was her only criterion for measuring time, and she began to worry that she was getting old, worried that she would be in a coma next time The president can't wake up, worrying that she spends all her time in the dark, she even began to envy Professor Sykes who locked herself in the mirror, and even began to envy those vampires who suspended their lives through deep sleep.

This reminded her of what Nelson accidentally mentioned at the dinner table at a dinner party a long time ago: "We can lose everything except time. If we have time, we have the possibility of turning things around. But if time is over, we can lose everything." story is over."

She even had another terrible dream. In the dream, she was not Lola, the long-lost daughter of old Tom Riddle, but a lucky one just at the right time, but the luck didn't last long. Nelson invented A sort of paternity magic that announces who she really is - she was never some Laura Riddle, she was Christian Jewell from the start, who stole Tom's sister's identity and savored years of bliss , and was abandoned by everyone at the same time at the happiest age.

"you liar!"

Tom broke her wand viciously in front of her, and she held the wand wreck in pain. A man who was equally sad came running from a distance, and it was Ollivander, who shouted: "This woman cheated!" Me, she's a Muggle, she has no magic at all!"

Even Adele spurned her: "You are not a silent person at all, you just have a weird temper, and you want to use the silent person to make yourself special."

Everyone was spurning her, the little liar who was born by a liar. She cried and begged Nelson to give her time, but Nelson took out a tattered watch that was almost falling apart from her heart, and twisted the hairpin vigorously. bar, push the pointer to the last tick.

Professor Sykes reached out through the glass of the dial and dragged her into the frozen torment.

"Is my story over?"

Christian thought pessimistically, the knocking sound outside the car only sounded after a long time, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours? She didn't know, she only knew that the device in the car had to make a lot of noise before it would ring outside.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The knocking sound even began to be mixed with the sound of explosions. When the first human words outside reached her ears, everything around her suddenly became the same as before—the sound of the equipment inside the car began to sound briefly again, followed by The frequency of once a second, and the voice of the voice began to become real and clear, not like a hallucination.

"Merlin's pants!" This is a rough-sounding man, perhaps with a pair of burly and powerful shoulders, his voice rises and falls with the knocking sound, "Who the hell threw this big iron lump here ?”

"This is the new magic car launched by the Shafik family last month, you country bumpkin." His companion sounded a little thinner, and the sound of the explosion seemed to come from him, "This thing has a function, turn it on After the protection mode, it will be covered by such a piece of iron, which is the best anti-theft method. Egyptian wizards like to put this kind of thing on their graves. —an iron cage would shut him up, and he would become a martyr in a pyramid."

"Are we grave robbers? Why torture us?"

"Then what can we do? This thing is blocking the intersection, and the large facilities of the Ministry cannot enter."

"Can't Apparate?"

"You are stupid, the anti-apparition spell was set not long ago."

"Boom-hey-boom-ha!"

The conversation between the two was replaced by knocking sounds and horns one after another. After a while, Christian felt the body shaking more and more violently. She groped and grabbed the cold car window, looking forward to it.

But the noise soon weakened, and the two of them seemed to be tired, and they began to fight again. Christian slammed on the car window hard, but the faint sound she made could not be heard outside.

"Which idiot would buy such a thing?"

"Which fool? You are just jealous of his wealth," said the skinny man. "Who else could it be? That rich young man who sells chocolate frogs. If you ask me, he is not a fool."

It's Aibo, Christian's eyes lit up.

"Isn't he a fool? I heard people say that he was the first to be carried out of it, earlier than those fugitives," the strong man snorted, "I heard that he was sticking to the shabby house in the middle of the road, Hogwarts Is Defense Against the Dark Arts taught so often now? Find a transparent cover made of glass? I really don’t know what he’s thinking.”

"Who knows, maybe he likes this house very much," the skinny man thought for a while, and said, "But it's true that he is very helpful to the Ministry, and the Muggles in that direction are all he and a few dessert sellers. After the wizard of the thing is broken, I think he should deliberately make himself eye-catching, so as to attract firepower, but he cannot be said to be a fool."

"Yes, but still too young."

Soon, the sound of knocking came to Christian's ears again. Her eyes dimmed again, and she held her head and sobbed silently. She could somewhat guess why Aibo intercepted the enemy at that place, and he was carried out , is he dead?

"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have provoked you."

The sunlight was no longer as illusory as before. The helpers smashed the iron sheet outside the car, and the dazzling light made Christian unable to open his eyes for a while.

She curled up, shaking harder than the car.

"Two gentlemen..."

The moment the car door opened, Christian rolled down through the gap. She struggled weakly for a few times, and lay on the road unable to move. The two rescuers looked at each other and laughed.

"The girl is stupid in being locked up inside, and the two gentlemen, find a stretcher and carry them away together."

Christian could only see the slender figures of the two witches from the corner of his eyes. They put away their wands and helped Christian up, discussing curiously, "Why can you make people like this in one afternoon? The wealth of the chocolate frog is not a pervert, is it?"

"No...not."

"What is she talking about?"

Christian finally recognized the true nature of the rough male voice, it was an aged deep voice, while the other witch was much clearer.

"Maybe I'm thirsty and want to drink water?" The young witch suddenly saw something at Christian's position just now, and looked along her hand, Christian saw the sharp object that he had pushed aside just now, " Huh?! Wand? Is the little girl a witch? Why doesn't she come out by herself? Can't Apparate?"

"Are you okay, miss?"

"Hey, come here, there is still a wounded person here!"

"Fortunately...it's a dream."

Christian, who closed her eyes, felt that she had never been so relaxed. People outside did not know how long she had been in the car, but in the dark room lacking reference, she almost wasted her whole life.

"Aibo... are you okay?"

She didn't know if she had time to say this sentence, she only knew that she was placed on a stretcher, and when she woke up again, the conversation of two men she had never dared to face was echoing in her ears .

...

"I heard you... got a job as a professor."

Old Tom's voice was even older than when he was seriously ill a few years ago. It didn't sound like a person who could still breathe, but rather like someone resurrected a corpse with some black magic for interrogation.

"Um."

Tom responded. He was sitting on a chair near the window in St. Mungo's ward, far away from Christian on the bed and old Tom next to the bed. He was holding a small knife in his hand and was peeling an apple. .

Christian, who was half asleep and half awake, was touched. Tom was actually helping her peel apples. When he woke up from a serious illness, how happy he would be to eat the apples peeled by his family! It would be even better if you can cut into pieces and insert a toothpick.

"Professor is good. I wanted to be a professor before, but unfortunately my family has too much money..." Old Tom sighed, "The profession of teacher is really good."

"It's not a lot of money."

Tom cut off the last piece of sticky peel, lifted the apple, and took a bite. He could feel the sweetness of his tongue from the sound. Christian was stunned. Didn't this apple be peeled for himself?

"Don't you only eat tomatoes?"

Old Tom raised the question for Christian.

"How do you know? Snakes sometimes gnaw bones and grind their teeth, and I occasionally eat some food."

"I wrote to your principal and asked what you like and what is his name? Oh yes, Armando Dippet, he didn't know at first whether it was because he was busy or he was too lazy to reply to me. The assistant, Mr. Dumbledore, wrote in the letter that he didn’t know either...but this Mr. Dumbledore is a warm-hearted person. He inquired for a long time and told me some of your hobbies. , seemed a bit cramped, "I bought a winery in Jersey, and I had people shovel out the grapes and replace the tomatoes. If you are free and interested, you can go and sit there... You have the same experience as me The same last name, the name on the title deed is both me and you. I heard that the old masters who manage the winery refused to leave. Last year, they even invented the technology of using tomatoes to make wine. I think you might be interested... "

Like an old man who has gradually begun to lose his memory, old Tom babbled about the vast island located in the English Channel. , the red and bright tomatoes under the sun, the castle with ten wine cellars underground, and sometimes the memory will be tranced to the manor of Hangleton, and it is not even clear where the tomatoes were planted.

Tom didn't talk to him, and he didn't know if he was listening to him, only the "click" sound of gnawing an apple could be heard endlessly.

"I read the newspapers, and I don't know which one of those bizarre news is true. I used to use whips and wages to drive the workers to tread on my loom like cattle and horses. I also tried to invest in some and... Something about magic, a new factory, although I always make money, I still feel exhausted, it seems that I have been lying at home for a year, and everything outside has changed."

"oh."

Tom turned and dropped the apple pods into the pot on the windowsill.

The two of them didn't speak, and there was only the sound of Christian's uneven breathing in the air.

"You shouldn't be here."

Just as Tom opened his mouth to speak, Christian, who couldn't lie down, finally woke up with a groan.