My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Igor Karkaroff...you are already in my pocket."

Haierbo put on a warm smiling face towards the door. Just as the smile was at the perfect angle, the door hinges turned with a creaking sound of friction. Tom, who was wet by the rain, pushed the door and walked in. Inside the house, he shook his hair, dried his clothes with a wand, and threw a bag of freshly picked herbs beside the blackened cauldron.

Tom lowered his head, without any expression on his face, but Haierbo seemed to see something he wanted from the bottom of his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thanks to you, Karkaroff," Haierpo said, watching Tom sitting on the stool skillfully classifying herbs, "I didn't see the knowledge of potions at all before. Fortunately, with you, I'm afraid I'm in Herb. The injuries suffered by Hermes will not recover until now."

"You haven't recovered yet."

Tom said without raising his head, skillfully raised the fire, and threw wet leaves one by one into the pot. Under the roasting of the flame, the leaves in the pot were gradually forced out of juice, and the bloody smell on Tom's body also The gradually rising room temperature became pungent, and Hai Erbo wrinkled his nose. His nose smelled the smell of blood. It was the smell of killing and injury, but it was quickly covered by the pungent herbs that Tom deliberately added. dissipated.

Seeing the flustered movements of Tom who thought he was avoiding his attention, Haierbo didn't say much, but the smile on his face became more intense.

After covering the pot, Tom turned around and said, "Your magic power is stronger than that in the Balkan Peninsula, but your body has already been burned by Fiendfire like a candle in the wind, and the flame seems to be extinguished." , but it hides in your body like a gangrene, waiting for you to counterattack the moment you show signs of fatigue."

"Do you think I'm going to be tired?" Haier Bo looked at Tom's dodging eyes and said every word, "I've never felt as strong as I am today. Hermes is indeed strong, but what he did to me Everything was deeply engraved in my mind, and I reviewed the experience that made me extremely humiliated over and over again, but it also made me stronger... able to draw nourishment from the strength of the enemy, discard Conceit is the root of my daring to covet the throne of God, and soon, his terrifying flame will be used by me, which is why I have kept it until now."

"You are a born king," Tom shrugged, noncommittal: "It's just that you still need to cultivate. My crystal ball was broken because of divination of his details, but he seems to have forgotten that he still has a fatal weakness."

"Oh?" Haierbo raised his eyebrows, "Let's hear it."

"From the story of Kent Tanka, I found a blind spot that I had never paid attention to before. She inherited her name from her elder sister," Tom said, taking out the crystal that had been broken into several pieces The ball was glued together by Tom using simple magic, and the white mist surging in it seemed extremely stagnant, "There is more than one 'Hermes' in this world, at least the madman who hijacked Ms. Pythia The disciples are one with this name."

"Huh? Tell me what you found."

"From the known information, we can learn that his title is 'Three Great Hermes'. According to the legend of the refugees, he has three forms to protect them," Tom raised his head, separated The crystal ball looked straight into Hai Erbo's eyes, "This is the news from your friend."

"Oh, hahaha," Haierbo clapped his palms and laughed, "he is not my friend. Real friends will help each other, and incompetent people are not even considered consumables, but Karkaroff, you are my friend. The help is real, I see it all the time, and you will be my friend to share the world with."

After all, he interrupted Tom's topic self-consciously, and waved his finger to the wall behind him. In the direction pointed by his finger, pyramids were quietly sitting in the wilderness. Holding a big cake: "Your statue will stand in the wilderness of Egypt. It will be more magnificent than the largest building on this continent. This land south of the Mediterranean Sea is the land I promised you."

"You are admirable," said Tom, bowing his head. "I have never done anything beyond my ability, and your admiration makes me feel terrified. It is very difficult for a prophet like me to follow the protagonist of fate to complete his great deeds." , is already a supreme honor."

The smile on Haierbo's face became even brighter. He foresaw the "transformation" that Tom would experience when he came back, but he didn't expect that this prophet, who usually smeared honey on his small mouth, could speak even more. Haierbo said a few words in succession. With the word "good", the topic changed: "Let's talk about your discovery."

"I tried to divine the Hermes who kidnapped Ms. Pythia, the Hermes who shamelessly attacked you by taking advantage of the moment should never have imagined that his heel was exposed to his spokesperson. "

Soon, a three-dimensional and full-bodied secret society established by three wizards performing their duties—the triple great Hermes was slowly outlined in Tom's words. Haierbo was surprised by the hugeness of his words The amount of information, but also secretly afraid of another Hermes who has not yet appeared, the strangeness of this news also made Hai Erbo doubt in his heart - such a powerful and difficult opponent is already rare in a hundred years , They actually formed a three-person organization.

"Their goal is not only against you," Tom said in a deep voice, "There will still be a battle between you and the triple great Hermes. You will die and live, and it will be extremely cruel."

"Yeah?"

Haierbo was silent for a moment, looked at the cauldron on the fire, and said, "The water is boiling."

Tom turned around in a hurry, and went to take care of his potion. Haier's eyes focused on the back of his head, his vision penetrated his still thick black hair, penetrated his scalp, and was covered by layers of mazes. In this way, the heart of the package unfolded like pages of a book under Haierbo's peeping, and Tom, who was concentrating on mastering the fire, seemed to have no reaction to it.

This is one of the links of "drawing nutrients from the enemy's strength" that Haier just mentioned. He has been able to cast spells without spells just like Nelson.

Tom's heart became transparent to Haierbo, and he opened it page by page like a book. Haierbo saw his loyalty, his ambition hidden under the words of loyalty, and his childhood from the faraway British Isles. In the past, Hai Erbo was amazed by this ambition to travel across the ocean, but he didn't mind this ambition. On the contrary, he looked forward to it. After seeing the snake shadow entrenched in Tom's heart, Hai Erbo was relieved.

He couldn't help but not believe it. Tom's memory was too detailed, and the wizarding society that developed on the island, which was a wild place to Haierbo, became his next target.

"I thought you took a weird pseudonym just because you were inexperienced or didn't understand the customs and customs of Greece," Haierbo walked up to Tom and stood still, looking at Tom's suddenly stiff back, with a smile on his face With a hint of pride, "It's not a good thing to hide it. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Boom!"

The soup spoon in Tom's hand fell into the pot due to the trembling of his hands, and the splashed hot medicinal soup left a few huge blisters on the back of Tom's hand, but Tom didn't even feel pain because his heart was already Filled with fear and horror, the flames at the bottom of the pot lost control, jumped up, and rushed straight to the ceiling. Haierbo clearly saw this fear, and he laughed out loud, the great Haier The magic created by Master Bo is unmatched.

"Don't be nervous, the medicine should be boiled slowly."

Hai Erbo's hand was on Tom's trembling shoulders, a small green snake poked its head out of the pot, wrapped Tom's dropped spoon in its mouth, and wrapped itself around his wrist. The cold scales stimulated Tom's nerves, making him He regained his sobriety.

But at this moment, it was clearly a cold and rainy day, and his robe, which had just been dried, was already soaked in sweat, and was tightly attached to his trembling back.

Hai Erbo's hands were like iron clamps, and Tom couldn't shake them off at all. His neck twisted slowly like a rusty clockwork without oil, and turned his head, just in time to meet Hai Erbo's teasing eyes.

"You say so, Chamberlain?"

...

"From now on, I am... Chamberlain!"

The teardrop shed by the mute girl was like a beautiful pearl, adorned on Tom's fingertips. He opened his eyes with difficulty in the icy quagmire, and was soon awakened by the light reflected by the teardrop. The torrential rain turned into mud, and the mute girl had disappeared. Tom carefully held the tear that was about to evaporate, and got up from the mud. Regardless of grooming, he held the tear and used his body to shield it from the rain. Walking vainly, he moved to the cave on the shore, and before he knew it, he had come to the edge of the dark cloud. The terrifying thunder net was harassing the ground, and several neatly arranged corpses were lying in the thunder, and they had long been silent.

Tom felt the phantom of the heart tightly wound by poisonous snakes in the depths of his soul. He had already understood Haierbo's conspiracy, but this also meant that when he returned to the fishing port town of Alexander, everything about him would also be against Haierbo. One-way transparency, Hai Erbo has not concealed his magic at all, he is not worried that Tom will find the shackles, no matter what Tom chooses, Hai Erbo will reap the victory, this is an unavoidable conspiracy.

Tom took out the small silver ball that Nelson left him from his arms. During his escape across the sea, he lost almost all of his luggage, except for this communication tool. The last contact was yesterday, and Nelson had already started He began to build his own army in the Balkans, and he himself was heading to Northern Europe to complete the trip that Professor Binns suggested to him but was delayed by various trivial matters for several years.

"Tom, if the situation is not good, don't be brave and come back right away."

These were the last words Nelson left him. Tom raised the little silver ball to his eyes and tried to call Nelson for the last time, but under the black cloud, the little silver ball fell silent.

Tom leaned against the rock wall, two ancient and pure magical powers sawing in his body, he had to choose one side, otherwise destruction would be a foregone conclusion, at this moment, after using the magic spell left by Kent Tanka to remove the influence of Haierbo Escaping from Egypt is undoubtedly the safest way, and Tom does not have the strong support of Nelson, a mechanical descendant, to turn the tide of the battle for him. He carefully hides the small silver ball in the crevice of the rock, and holds it gently with hands covered with mud and blood. With that drop of tears, began a long period of staring.

He still can't confirm the existence of Kent Tanka, a woman who died many years ago. The rune in his tears seems to be just an illusion in his struggle. You must be aware of the prudence and meticulousness of this ancestor of black magic. Escaping can guarantee safety, but Hai Erbo who is prepared will definitely be more difficult than him in history. His departure may directly lead to the failure of this war. Nelson will also sink in the changed history, unable to return.

The jagged rock wall hurt his back, and Tom's vision was once again blurred in the magic tug-of-war. Only the tears in the palm of his hand were still shining with a light that he didn't know where it came from.

"Kent Tanka believed my words and accepted my request for help. Am I really going to leave?"

Tom shook his head with a wry smile, "Damn it, I don't even know if she exists. This is probably a false promise I imagined."

His eyes became dazed in the swaying wind and rain, sometimes like Tom Riddle, sometimes like the Voldemort who no longer appeared.

"Yeah... I am the man destined to be the Dark Lord."

Waking up from the trance again, Tom's eyes became firm, but he felt that he had gone mad.

True, Tom never felt that such a ridiculous and crazy plan could be thought up by himself, and those devotion and justice that he didn't believe in at all lingered in his mind and made him sick.

"Gnar... I finally broke my promise."

Tom closed his eyes and crushed the teardrops on his fingertips. The already weak spell spread out on his fingertips and penetrated into his skin along his fingerprints. He "killed" Kent Tan The last proof of the card's existence.

"I swore to Merlin that I wouldn't be interested in Horcruxes at all," Tom said with a funny smile on his face, "It's really funny, I'm in ancient Greece now, and my status in the world is better than he doesn't know Where is he so high, what's the use of swearing to him?"

The prerequisite for making a horcrux is killing, taking a person's life and destroying a person's soul, but what Tom destroyed was the obsession of a Kent Tanka whose existence was doubtful, and the second element of a horcrux, killing The evil thoughts of the time do not exist at all. Perhaps this young man who was born in evil has buried evil enough to subvert the times in his heart, but as Dumbledore said, what kind of person to become depends on everyone's own choice.

"I'm so stupid, I was trapped by a promise I made up, haha!"

He abandoned the evil that had made his magical power strong by only a little influence from Hai Erbo, and he waved goodbye to the ridiculous fate completely. The emotion of love swept from his heart tightly bound by the snake shadow to his whole body.

A burst of magic, where innate evil is mingled with chosen good, and in gentle comfort, the spell that exists in the teardrop is finally confirmed.

Out of love for her sister, Kent Tanka chose to believe in her last hope unconditionally, even though this hope might be a fraud, and the person who brought her hope also gave her complete freedom at the last moment. feedback of.

Completely different magical powers are constantly intertwined and separated. In the process of separation and reunion, Tom made his "Horcrux".

The real and false pasts are compiled in the fragmented and empty heart. The pseudonym Tom used all the year round due to his different political opinions has become a "person" with past, thinking and future. He is a born prophet, a powerful A careerist, a real soul, he will satisfy all Haierbo's presuppositions, and the shadow hidden in his heart will give the black wizard a fatal blow at the most important moment!

Tom waved his wand instinctively, and a cloud of silver-white smoke that he thought he would never see in his life poured out from the tip of the wand, condensing into shape while running.

He faced himself and greeted with a smile.

"Hello...Chamberlain!"