My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Tom!" Christian gritted his back teeth, like a kitten with its tail stomped on, pushing forward step by step, and said viciously, "You know I'm not talking about this!"

Because of chronic malnutrition, Christian's height just reached Tom's chest, which made her look at the scarf on Tom's chest when she got too close.

"I understand." Tom nodded and said, "Do you want such a scarf? I will write to Aunt Bella next week and ask her to knit one for you on Christmas. We, um...we can make it.' NTK combination', it sounds pretty cool."

Tom stretched his hand over Christian's head, and at the moment when she showed the appearance of a cat with a narrow neck and squinted eyes, he grabbed her hat in a thunderous manner.

"Tom!!"

Christian was stunned for a while, and caught up with Tom, who had already run a long way.

"Bat flying!!!" She drew out her wand and chased after Tom who was laughing loudly.

In the first snow, young boys and girls are chasing each other in the snow. Christian's half-length hair loses the restraint of the hat, and it flutters freely with her running. The crystal snow does not fall on top of the head immediately. Melting, but will choose to stay for a while, like a veil, and like a crown. From a dynamic point of view, the dots of silver gleam in the black long hair, as beautiful as a galaxy.

Prank spells are flying all over the sky. Today, Hogsmeade is a Hogwarts student who has come to relax. Everyone is watching this pair of slapstick students with interest, and all of them are eager to try.

Until a slug curse that Tom had avoided hit a Ravenclaw boy, the young people around finally couldn't bear the restless desire, and drew out their magic wands to start a special snowball fight.

"Are you okay?" Tom hurried to the boy who was knocked down, turned his head to avoid a spell, and helped him stand up, squinted to identify the hapless boy, and asked, "You are Dwight?"

"You, vomit..." Dwight turned his head and spit out a slug into the drain on the side of the road. "Yes, vomit...Do you know me?"

"Last year in the potions class, you sometimes teamed up with Nelson, remember?" Tom took out his wand and pointed at him, "The curse stops immediately."

"Oh..." Dwight spat out the last slug and said gratefully, "Thank you, I'm much better. Thanks to you, or let me recite the stop spell by myself, I might be interrupted by this slug. ."

"It's a good idea." Tom couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.

"Hug... I'm sorry, Tom." Christian ran up in a panic, first glanced at Dwight, and only after finding that he was okay, he whispered to Tom, "I seem to be in trouble..."

"What's the matter?" Tom turned around. On the streets of Hogsmeade, colorful spells were flying back and forth. From the second to the seventh grade, almost all the students who could go out were in a group, not knowing it was to celebrate the first snow. The carnival is still venting years of accumulated anger.

"Miss, it has nothing to do with you, vomit..." Dwight spit out a little slug again, "Why there is another... They just want to indulge in a chance, I have to go, goodbye !"

After that, he aimed at the back of a Ravenclaw boy, flew a fierce tap dance spell, and then rushed at the boy who began to dance, making a terrible laugh.

"His... it's scary." Tom grabbed Christian's arm and dragged her to another quieter street next door, looking at her face flushed with cold because of her lack of a hat, and said apologetically. Let's go have some hot tea and watch the baby freeze."

Having said that, she took her to a teahouse in Menkeluoque on the side of the road, which was on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management.

"I know this teahouse. Alphad found a secret road from Hogwarts to the basement of this shop. The entrance is... well, I won't tell you." Tom took Christian along. Go in and say to the store manager, "Two cups of taro mud bobo milk tea, hot, thank you."

"He said that when he gets rich in the future, he must sell this shop to open a candy store that specializes in all kinds of sweets." Tom continued the topic just now, bowed his head and said to Christian, "You find a place first. Sit, I'll go shopping and be back soon."

Then he opened the door, took the newsboy hat and walked out without forgetting to say: "Don't drink my cup."

"Let me see, where is it? I remember seeing it when I came." Tom looked around and found his goal, "Found...Fengya Wizard Clothing Store."

Tom wrapped his scarf tightly and walked towards the clothing store in the heavier wind and snow.

"Ding Dong~" He opened the door and touched the wind chime at the door with a crisp sound. The shopkeeper who was staying in the workshop heard the sound and walked out quickly.

"My dear, do you want to see a dress worthy of your own?" The shopkeeper is an enchanting bald man. He is wearing a plain white silk robe, holding the orchid and pointing towards Tom. The soft robe follows him. Vigorously twisting the pace of the hip joint and drifting up magically, making people dizzy.

He proudly pointed Lanhua to his ears and said: "I can find the latest clothes from all over the world here. If I am not satisfied, I can also customize them."

"Uh... no need." Tom felt a chill when he saw the shopkeeper's appearance. He quickly raised the newsboy hat in his hand and said quickly, "I just want to buy a Gryffindor emblem, and this hat The Slytherin emblem on it is similar in size."

"Of course there is my dear." The shopkeeper walked slowly to the hanger next to him, opened a small drawer, and turned out a gold badge. He gently blew the dust on it, pinched the badge and walked back in front of Tom. "This is the inventory when Hogwarts ordered school uniforms from our house many years ago, but in the past two years they let the students buy wizard robes by themselves, so they all went to Diagon Alley to order them."

"Really, it's amazing." Tom said dryly.

"So, my dear, you're so lucky." The shopkeeper threw the badge into Tom's arms and raised a finger. "Just ten sikes are all you need. Are you going to sew it to the hat? I can help. you."

"No, thank you." Tom shook his head, quickly counted ten silver coins and put them on the counter, escaping from this strange shop, "I can."

When he returned to the street, Tom found that the fighting in the street next door had spread to this street. Fighting more intense than before was taking place. There were curses swishing over the street, and he ran back to the teahouse through the "rain of guns and bullets". , Sat down on the chair, grabbed his milk tea and took a sip, and started to sew her hat in front of Christian.

"I want to wear Slytherin! Gryffindor's lion is ugly." Christian was lying on the table, propped his head with his chin to drink milk tea, and said awkwardly, "And you made this hat for me. of……"

"No, you will be isolated by your classmates if you wear a Slytherin hat, and I bought it in Diagon Alley. I didn't make it myself." Tom proficiently picked the stitches on the inside of the hat and put the Slytherin badge He took it off and put it back in his pocket, snapped his fingers with one hand, and said to the waiter who was running, "Can you get a toothpick for me?"

"No... I think they and I often play together."

"You can't think so simple." Tom turned the toothpick brought by the waiter into a needle, unpacked the thread package attached to the badge, and threaded the thread on the needle. "It's always easy to get together in school, otherwise it's easy. Being bullied, I knew there was a girl who was always bullied by her classmates."

"Ah? How is she." Christian quickly cared about the others again. "Is she okay?"

"Fortunately," Tom's slender and pale fingers flew up and down, the fine stitches quickly formed, and the gold and red badge was quickly sewn to the hat. "I think this matter should be resolved soon, I I have already asked someone to help solve it...seriously, I feel that the brains of campus bullying are more or less difficult."

"That's it." The blind student quickly found Huadian, "Do you like that girl?"

"I don't like it, but I think she likes Gnar very much." Tom shook his head and continued, "I'm not sure, but everyone says that anyway."

"Oh..." Christian's eyes rolled, she seemed to know who Tom was talking about, thought about it in her heart, turned to the hat that was gradually closing, and exclaimed, "It's not bad, I didn't expect you to be This kind of manual work."

"No way, the elbows of the torn coat used to be easily torn in London. If you stay in the orphanage for a longer time, you will also sew clothes. Although we don't worry about food and clothes, we have to wear old clothes. Gnar will do too, but we usually go to Martha next to Gnar to sew hats. Her craft is really good. I learned it from her." Tom pulled out a beautiful knot from the thread in his hand and stretched out his wand to press On the knot, the end of the thread curled up quickly. He picked up the hat and patted it, placed it upright on Christian's head, and nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, very symmetrical."

"Thank you~" Christian held the hat with both hands, seemingly afraid of it falling off, and said happily while drinking milk tea, "I will also give you a warm hat when you celebrate your birthday!"

"You're welcome... Oh, yes." He said again, "Don't you know what your birthday is? Professor Slughorn told me a few days ago that every little wizard with magical talent is here. When he was born in the UK, his name will be recorded on the school roster. You can go to your dean and ask to see the roster. I think they will not refuse a request from a girl who wants to know her birthday. ."

...

"Today is Lola's birthday," said old Tom Riddle, standing on the edge of the deck, wearing a heavy stand, holding a pipe in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and said to Captain Jack beside him. "If she was still with me, she would be twelve years old now."

Old Tom looks like a mature adult only when he talks about his deceased wife and daughter. To others, his face will always have the words "I am rich, come and lick me", always pretentious. It looks like an arrogant attitude-this attitude even includes when he talks about his son, in his opinion, this son does not seem to be much different from the housekeeper at home.

"I hope I can find my son in France this time." Old Tom grinned and showed his yellow teeth. "I have made a will. When I die, he will inherit part of my family property, and the other part will only have He will only be announced by the lawyer after he finds Laura. In order to inherit this part of the family property, he will definitely spend his wealth and come to my daughter. He does not know that all the wealth in the other will is left to Laura, hahaha. "

He smiled triumphantly, as if calculating his own son was something to be proud of.

"You will find it." Even though Captain Jack had slandered countless times in his heart, he still comforted Old Tom. The cruise ship was already close to the French harbour. He couldn't stand the repeated requests of Old Tom. He was holding two photos in his hands, ready to go. Go back later and post it on the notice board at the door of the captain's room-a newspaper clipping reported by Tom, and an old old photo. In the photo, an eccentric little girl smiled sweetly, "I will help you ask. Ask the friends of the newspaper I know, like Mr. Williams and this... Mr. Gellert Grindelwald~www.readwn.com~ They are still such big artists as public figures. They will always appear in other places. of."

Hearing Grindelwald's name, a man on the deck who was chatting with his companions with a wine glass moved his ears. He approached old Tom silently, and while socializing, he eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

"Can you tell me about Williams?" Old Tom drank a sip of strong wine and asked curiously, "I have to be sure if he is a liar, after all, my property will soon be handed over to my son. "

"Don't worry, Mr. Williams can't look down on your little family property." Little Jack, who listened to the old Tom to force Lailu to replied, couldn't help but replied. He played a perfect role as a bottle holder before. The role of the waiter of, now finally can't stand this arrogant old man, "Maybe your son doesn't look down on your family property, after all, his current career is also booming."

"What career?" Old Tom yelled. To him, he was far from saying that his son had a good life. He tried his best to deny the news in the newspaper. "What kind of career is this? I don’t have my property. He is nothing! Surely he must be unhappy now? I especially look forward to having a dear father..."

"You are simply unreasonable..." Little Jack put down the bottle, shook his head, and left. Old Tom seemed to have never heard him speak, and was still intoxicated by himself.