My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is this... radio? It's the latest thing."

In front of Christian's hospital bed, old Tom was holding a copy of "The Bridge Over the Drina River", which is currently popular. Since Tom left, the atmosphere in the ward has become weird, and Christian is always in a state of half-dream and half-awake Well, old Tom knew at a glance that the silly girl was pretending to be asleep.

This book has been unfolded for a long time, but the word order of the Slavs really gave him a headache, so that in the time from dinner to the fading twilight, only two pages of this story, which is said to have spanned more than four hundred years, have passed.

As a father, maybe leaving is the most polite choice at this moment, but Christian must be watched by someone, and old Tom has to face a very embarrassing fact for him-he has nowhere to go.

Christian's eyes secretly opened from time to time. Although Old Tom noticed him every time, he just pretended not to see it. His wrinkled eyelids were drooping, and the words on the page were still difficult to focus on his pupils. He shook his head , wanted to find an excuse to go out for a walk, so he put on his coat, walked to the window and touched the potted plant left by Tom. Just as he was about to leave, Nelson's voice came from the distant street, covering the downstairs. The sound of arguing faintly came into the house through the window.

Old Tom became interested, and stood by the window, staring blankly at the church hospital downstairs, which was still struggling. A patient who was placed at the door had already died on a stretcher, but the people arguing didn't seem to notice. Until his death, they were still arguing for the dogma they believed in. The chattering of the wheels was automatically filtered into white noise by Old Tom. He pulled up the curtains a little, leaving only a small gap for himself to stand on. So as not to wake up Christian, who was pretending to be asleep.

"Nelson Wertling Williams..."

Old Tom slowly spit out Nelson's name. He remembered this friend of Tom's. During the contact with the school teachers, he learned that many of Tom's hobbies were inquired from this Nelson, although he didn't know what happened. , but he still listened carefully to Nelson's words, and the story told by Nelson just rightly connected with the article he had read in "The Quibbler".

If you choose a person who likes magic the most in this world, the result will definitely be controversial, but if you choose a person who hates magic the most, then Old Tom will definitely be among the best. In his words, "My whole life has been That ugly and vicious old witch is ruined!", because of his handsomeness, he was forced to taste a life that did not belong to him under the temptation of the potion, the daughter of a family in Hangleton who hated dogs and hated others, could it be that because she knew how to use Can that damn magic destroy a person's life at will?

Old Tom still remembers that many years ago, when he was still tortured by that terrible memory, a swindling old witch told him: "You will experience an Oedipus-like tragedy in your prime and prime of life Your son killed himself, and your bones will be his key to greatness."

That's funny, old Tom scoffed at that, prime man? He had never experienced that stuff before, the potion that that damned woman poured for him had already destroyed his body and mind, who would have thought that the respected squire, Mr. Tom Riddle, was actually a frail, What about the mentally sensitive grumpy old man? That's right, before meeting that woman, he was still a young man in his prime, but when he returned home with his deformed body corroded by the poison that penetrated into the bone marrow, he had already skipped his prime of life. The body is buried!

He tried his best to oppose everything related to magic, and turned a blind eye to the Gaunt family on the opposite hill. He just wanted to break away from the nightmare of visiting every night. The caring wife's engagement made him feel human again. But the disappearance of Laura Riddle was the last straw that crushed him.

He spent an unknown number of years in a daze. The death of his wife made his blood turn cold. The Riddle family has also become the first-class and richest family in England due to his wasteful work, but he doesn't know what the meaning of his busyness is. People will die, but who can inherit such a huge family property?

Until one day, someone told him that a young man exactly like him appeared on the front page of a newspaper in Paris.

His dusty memories for many years were finally brought back again. The vicious woman was dead long ago, but she and her child were still alive, more like him, more like Tom Riddle.

In an instant, Old Tom felt that he was much older. He ordered the steward to prepare a boat ticket, and published a newspaper to look for Gellert Grindelwald. Even if there was only one ten-thousandth hope, he was unwilling to let the surname Riddle die. It has become his only thought after losing Laura.

But why, this boy who is almost exactly the same as when he was young, why is he a wizard?

He wears the skin that belongs to the Riddle family, but the dirty blood of that woman flows in his veins. The wizard destroyed his life, so he still wants to inherit his family business?

This is so ironic.

The first meeting broke up badly. What's ridiculous is that the boy not only has the same appearance as himself, but also has the same name as himself——Tom Riddle. Ye dismissed it, as if to a wizard, everything about Old Tom was lowly except for the handsome skin in his youth. He didn't want to believe it, but it was just the fact that the housekeeper advised him to mend the relationship between father and son, but the two were equally proud. And fragile people can't wait for one side to bow their heads. Tom didn't take a dime from the family, only borrowed an underground warehouse to store medicinal materials that are very important to his friends, and even paid the rent to the housekeeper .

Old Tom felt that his life was just doing sit-ups non-stop. After confirming that Tom had no interest in his family property, Laura returned to him.

He was ecstatic, even though many people have said that this is the daughter of a liar, she may want to cheat Riddle's family property, she is more likely to be a lost orphan who is about the same age as Laura, she does not have as much money as Tom She has the same appearance as Old Tom, only has the sharp temperament of an orphan like Tom, but Old Tom believes that she is his daughter.

Maybe he'd gone mad with missing his daughter, a lot of people said that, but old Tom didn't care, but the next news made him really mad—Christian was a wizard, too.

Didn't Marvolo, who died a few years ago, say when he was drunk and mad that a million generations of Muggles like him would not be able to touch noble magic? Old Tom didn't think there was anything noble in magic, he just thought it was the curse of the devil, but why did this terrible curse happen to the daughter he missed the most? He didn't understand, and he didn't want to believe it, but it was the same as Tom didn't look down on his stinky money before, it was just the fact.

The only two times he intervened in Christian's life as "father", once was because she was bewitched by some scheming professor and dug the secret passage of that damn magic school, and once was now, waiting for him to rush to follow the annoying When the wizard got into the stove and went to London and even forgot to bring his wallet, what he saw was Christian lying on the hospital bed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

It's just that Old Tom didn't get angry this time, and he didn't choose to resist. He has dealt with magic for half his life, and he understands that it is a haunting ghost, a curse that can't be helped.

It was the chasm that turned the glamorous Riddle House into a tragic manor.

He also sometimes wondered if eleven-year-old Lola would have been like other parents of Muggle-born children when she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts if she hadn't met Merope Gaunt Embarrassed and ecstatic?

It's a pity that fate has filled in the background of tragedy from the moment Merope saw Old Tom's face.

He was fascinated by the brightly lit London, the lights turned on by Nelson's "broadcast", and the people who walked out of their homes, dazed by the sudden upheaval, and opened the windows.

The cold wind at night froze him to shiver, his well-informed brain began to rotate like before, the old witch's "prophecy" was still in his ears, but he felt as if he had found the skipped passage The prime of life.

"Would my story be very different if I were a wizard too?"

Old Tom felt his heart beating like he did when he was young, and he saw the same impulse in the faces of those who heard the "broadcast". Nelson's description was vague, but more like the devil bewitched.

But so what? His life has long been messed up by the devil's curse, can there be a lower valley than despair? Even if it's an abyss, it's nothing more than that.

An old and sickly face poked out of the window, and the Muggles on the street suddenly noticed that a window suddenly appeared in mid-air above the roof of Qingji Department Store, which had been renovated all the year round, and an old, middle-aged man poked his head out. Come on, look with piercing eyes in the direction of the source of the voice echoing in London.

The door of Christian's ward was suddenly opened from the outside, and St. Mungo's staff noticed that someone pushed open the window, which might have exposed the existence of the hospital, but they had not had time to shout to Old Tom, who was lying on the hospital bed The girl who had been in a coma for several days suddenly jumped down and stood between them and the visitors.

Old Tom took a deep breath. His shriveled lungs had not breathed so much cold air for many years. He felt a sharp pain in his chest cavity, as if a thousand knives were stirring, but the pain was forgotten, and he pressed on. Then he chanted his name, as Nelson said in his call:

"Nelson Wertling Williams!"

The entire block was quiet for a moment, as if time was about to freeze. Pedestrians who ran out of their homes and believers across the street who were still struggling with the church hospital raised their heads at the same time, looking at the floating window above the department store.

They stopped breathing almost at the same time, and no one knew what would happen if they did what the "radio" said.

In the next second, the thin clouds were pierced by a slender beam of light. People looked up, and a meteor that was as fast as thunder was dragging out a straight tail flame, and hit straight in the direction of Old Tom. Through the penetrated clouds, They seemed to see a blinking eye.

Is it God?

No, it does not have the majesty of God, but it has a touch of spiritual joy.

The shooting star fell, and people's vision was blinded by the strong light. Was the little old man who shouted killed? With such doubts, they opened their eyes, and the once unimaginable scenes were reflected in their eyes——

Old Tom lowered his head and looked at the strange jewelry on his wrist. A desire he had never felt surged in his heart. He seemed to have a brand new organ and gained a brand new experience. A dragonfly-like The exquisite machinery hovered in front of him, and there seemed to be an ignorant flexibility hidden in the single eye that shone with red light.

He stretched out his hand, and the mayfly retracted its flapping wings, and it fell lightly into his hand. The straight torso quickly extended, and the metal elytra clinged to the sides of the body, like two cloud-like patterns. After a while, a sharp tip The thin red stick lay quietly in his hand.

Old Tom felt that the metal ornaments on his wrist were pulling his arm. He clenched his fist, like those wizards holding wands, and squeezed the thin stick formed by the mayfly. The end of the handle was rough to the touch. Like the mechanical buttons he'd seen in the family factory.

The fingertips gently brushed against these uneven lines, and the missionary pulled his wrist and waved corresponding gestures. This metal wand exuded scorching heat, and the fine vibrations were transmitted to his body through the finger bones, arms and neck. in the ear.

"Wingardim Leviosa."

The tip of the stick pointed to the sign of the church hospital across the street with a cross wrapped around a snake. The huge signboard trembled, and as the tip of the stick was lifted, the cross with aging solder joints fell down and floated tremblingly into the air.

A few sporadic meteors fell from the clouds and fell to various blocks in London. Old Tom's pupils almost experienced an earthquake. He couldn't believe that this privilege that only belonged to magic was performed in his hands.

"Hey! Are you a wizard?!"

A half-sized man dressed rebelliously raised his head and shouted at Old Tom.

"No," Old Tom shook his head, his voice contradictoryly mixed with certainty and doubt, "I'm like you, a... what? Yes, a Muggle."

His wrist trembled, the metal wand fell feebly, and the symbol of the cross crashed down, slamming hard on the only vacant space left at the entrance of the mission hospital. Beside the stretcher, the pale dead man looks like a martyr in a biblical story.

The shiny cross lit up, and just when the believers thought it was a miracle, more people discovered that it turned out to reflect the bright night sky.

Dense light spots fell from the sky like a meteor shower, and the already thin clouds were shattered, and light spots fell from the bright night sky, falling towards the backbone and corners of the city.