My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Tom, what are you doing?"

In the Slytherin lounge, Tom, who had finished sorting potions, was lying on the wooden table next to the fireplace and writing. Hearing the sound next to him, he hurriedly covered the parchment with his hand and turned his head to look behind him.

His movements were a bit big, and he woke up the kitten lying in his arms and was dozing off. The question mark's anger was a little serious, and he rushed to his face with an awkward sound.

"Oh! I'm writing to Gnar and I have to send him something...Stop! Don't put your nose on your face!" Tom asked as he struggled, "What do you want to bring to him? Can I put it in the parcel easily, anyway, a little bit more will be sent."

"Let’s think about it... I knitted gloves for you, but it’s a Christmas gift. I’ll wait until Christmas." The visitor picked up the kitten from Tom’s head and gently hugged it in his arms and shook it. The kitten was very Quickly squeezed a comfortable grunt from her throat, rubbed her arm and wagged her tail.

"Okay, then I don't care about you." Tom carefully wrote down his final address, took his wand to dry himself, carefully rolled up the parchment, tied the knots and pressed the paint, and suddenly he woke up in a dream. Turning his head, he asked, "Chris, why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Christian blinked his bright black eyes, staring at Tom and asked, "Can't you come here?"

"No," Tom looked behind Christian, picked up the quill and dipped it in ink, wrote Nelson's name on the side of the parchment scroll, and whispered, "This is Slytherin's lounge, only Slytherin. The Lettering students know the password. How did you get in?"

"I walked in behind a girl," Christian said smugly, raising the green scarf tucked into the collar. "She also asked me what grade I was in and wanted to ask me to play in Hogsmeade on the weekend. !"

"..." Tom was a little sad. He felt that the phrase "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world" that Nelson told him before was lying to him, so he had no choice but to stand up, lift his feet and pack tightly. The package said, "I'm going to the Ravenclaw tower to send a letter, do you want to go? Will you go to dinner later? I have an appointment with Alphad and Walburga."

"Okay~" The girl smiled sweetly, followed Tom, and walked to the door of the lounge with the kitten.

"You said we can stuff it into a parcel and send it to Nar?" Tom stood by the corridor waiting for the stairs connecting the tower to turn around, turned to ask Christian, "I can't stand it a bit, take it to Will his own master prevent him from being so mad?"

"No!" Christian hugged the kitten in her hand, causing it to wake up from its doze, and "meow" weakly. She argued for reasons and said disgustingly, "Look at what you said. Come on! Let a thin cat with a question mark ride an owl across the ocean? How could it withstand the bumps of this journey, and what kind of cat he would raise? If you don’t raise it, give it to me and Mettle raises."

"Skinny?" Tom waited up the stairs and stepped up first. He felt that he might have heard it wrong, and couldn't help repeating Christian's outrageous adjective.

"Isn't it skinny? It's so small, so pitiful and cute." Christian shook the awakened kitten gently, and the question mark stretched out of her arms and looked at Tom provocatively, then turned his head and licked it gently. She licked Christian’s cheek and buried her head in her arms with a "meow". After this operation, Christian’s whole body was about to melt. She held the kitten tightly against her face, indulging in Staying in the middle of the stairs, Tom watched the stairs leading Christian to the direction leading to the Hufflepuff Tower, and hurriedly chased them along the corridor.

"It's a sinner..." He stroked his forearm and neck, the scratches on the question mark were faintly painful, and he looked at Christian as he moved along the stairs and exclaimed, "Dumbledore can really buy things. Both pets have such irritable personalities..."

After some tossing, Tom and Christian finally came downstairs to the Ravenclaw Tower, climbed up the stairs that no longer did Brownian motion, and passed the entrance of Ravenclaw's lounge.

"You tell me, Ravenclaw's lounge is much easier to enter than Slytherin's. The brass ring at the door may be rusty. Asking some weird questions all day long." Christian trot and followed. He whispered beside Tom and noticed that Tom slowed down when he noticed the speed of Christian's short legs, listening to her comment on the knockers that Ravenclaws were proud of, "The last time I came here to find Myrtle, the door was unexpectedly It has blocked a lot of people, do you know what question it asks?"

"What?" Tom frowned. He only knew that the door knocker might be a precious antique, but he never cared what was wrong with it.

"It asked them who the prime minister of the UK is."

"Isn't it Chamberlain?"

"Yes," Christian nodded, "but none of them knows."

"Uh... Maybe it's because Chamberlain is the prime minister of Muggles?" Tom thought for a moment and explained, "Many wizards don't care about Muggles. For them, Chamberlain may not be as important as a Quidditch blue-collar player."

"That's the problem!" Christian looked around, saw that there were no people around, and slightly let go of his voice. "Of those people, at least half of them are Muggle-born students. I think they obviously know it, but just No one said."

"Why?" Tom was a little puzzled. "Is it because Ravenclaw's students think this kind of question is too simple to show their wisdom?"

"No one likes to stay in the corridors and blow the cold wind." Christian's years of experience in the London sewers are almost catching up with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. She is also much more capable of observing words and colors, and she explained inexplicably. Said, "For many Muggle-born students, this past and birth is a stain on their bodies. After they come to Hogwarts, they will do their best to cut off the connection between themselves and Muggles. I went home."

"It's strange, isn't it? I always thought the Ravenclaws would only be frustrated by poor grades." Tom blew a slightly heavy whistle and strode towards the top of the tower.

"It's not just Ravenclaw, other colleges are like this. Many wizards like us who are born in Muggles hate their own origins. I have a roommate who turns to other people's genealogies all day to become a member of an ancient family. Dismissed the transcript."

"Oh, yes," Tom heard this, remembering what he always forgot, and said lightly, "Give me a copy of the transcript back, and Gnar and I will check your study results."

"..." Christian Tan Xingzong lost the interest in speaking for a moment, she narrowed her mouth and turned her head to the side.

"Also," Tom stopped abruptly. Christian, who was not looking at the way, accidentally ran into his back. The question mark was squeezed between the two and let out a weak scream. Tom moved a step further and turned around. Body, said seriously, "Don't use the little magic that Alphad taught you to modify your grades. My eyes can see through all the disguise."

"Okay..." Christian responded dryly, and trot to follow Tom, who had already left.

"Take a good feel of Ravenclaw's wisdom," Tom said verbally. "It doesn't matter whether they have wisdom or not, at least advocating wisdom is already smart enough. Don't learn from those guys in your college. Heaven just wanted to drill into the forbidden forest."

At this moment, he just passed the door of Ravenclaw's lounge and felt that someone approaching the door knocker was asking a question:

"Who is the most beautiful knocker in the world?"

"Oh this..." Tom stopped again, bent over the knocker with a chuckle, and complimented, "Of course it's you, beautiful lady."

"Wonderful answer," the door knocker did not manipulate the door panel at the entrance of the Ravenclaw lounge as usual, but asked another question in a quiet female voice, "Who is the smartest person in the world?" "

"As everyone knows, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw is the smartest person in the world." Tom said softly. He had never dealt with this knocker before, and didn't know it wouldn't ask so many questions.

Tom raised his head and watched the door knocker exuding the unique luster of bronze knocking on the wall with a very high frequency. He didn't understand whether it had emotions, but if it did, it should be at this moment. Excited, so Tom turned his mind and continued, "But I think everyone has his own wisdom, even Ravenclaw himself dare not say that he has all knowledge in every aspect-for me, every Individuals are wise in what they are good at."

The knocker was quiet, and after a while, when Tom was a little impatient and ready to leave, the quiet female voice asked again, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Tom straightened up and looked at the door knocker, feeling more and more that this antique that can communicate smoothly with people is of great value, and the scarlet in his eyes flashed by.

"You don't seem to want to come in?" the knocker asked again.

"I just passed by." Tom raised his valuation of the door knocker by an order of magnitude, and the look in his eyes became a little unscrupulous.

"Next time you come, you can go in without asking questions." It lifted up slightly, and after speaking the last sentence, it fell down, dingling and clacking on the door panel with a crisp knocking sound.

Tom stood there and waited for a while, and found that it was completely silent, then cast a strange look at Christian who was standing by, and asked, "Does it like me? No, why should I come next time? I run. What is the Ravenclaw lounge doing?"

"I don't know." Christian and Myrtle have a good time. She often comes here as a guest and understands the virtue of this door knocker in the past-a strange question that only mechanically repeats "what is the difference between zero and one?" The repeater, it was the first time she saw someone could communicate with it, and she couldn't help but cast an admiring look at Tom.

When the two figures disappeared from the corner of the corridor, a milky white translucent figure emerged from the wall where the door knocker was attached. She was a tall lady with a gentle face but a hint of arrogance. She was dressed in a style. In the old long dress, the hair was draped casually behind him, and strands of hair turned into braids were interspersed in the long hair.

This is the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray. She looked in the direction where the two disappeared and muttered to herself:

"A Slytherin? Mother, did you hear..."

Unlike Nelson, Tom’s luck is very good. Every time he comes to the Ravenclaw Tower to send a letter, he has never encountered any supernatural incidents, nor has he ever met with the ghost-like Professor Sykes. He is calm and steady. Arrived in front of the owl room.

"you said…"

Tom pushed open the door of the owl room, glanced around, walked towards the big owl inside, turned his head and asked Christian, "Do you think that knocker can be taken off?"

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"Be sure to deliver it as soon as possible. It's hard work." Tom put the rolled parchment paper into the letterbox on the owl's leg, put the package at his feet, and took out a box of small tomatoes from his pocket and placed it in the owl. By the side of the shelf, I took out one of them and fed it to the owl, patted its sturdy wings, and said, "There are fragile items in the package, please be careful."

The owl swallowed the small tomato, lowered his head and bit out another one from the box, and gave a clear cry, which was considered a promise.

"That box is for you. You can leave when you finish eating. It's too early at the moment." Tom walked to the door of the owl room and was about to leave, then turned around and said, " The recent flight to Austria may be a bit dangerous, you try to fly as high as possible.

Christian grabbed Tom's free sleeves and saw Tom let out a quiet sigh. He thought his unnamed streaked owl was gone.

"Tom..." Christian pulled Tom's sleeve, whispered, "I'm hungry."

"Let’s go, let’s go eat." Tom nodded and walked to the restaurant. "Speaking of which, the two of them should be coming soon. Walburga brought the drink from her home. Alphad said he found another one. New secret road."

"Can I go to Hogsmeade?"

"How do I know?" Tom shrugged. "But what are you anxious about? You can go there by the gate next year. Is it fun to go over the wall and drill holes?"

"It's fun," Christian nodded seriously and said, "By the way, in Hogsmeade before, after you told me about the roster, I went to Professor Slughorn and asked—he helped I went to check."

"Did you find it? When is your birthday?"

"December 30th, you said it was a coincidence, one day earlier than you."

"That was a year late..."

"One day early!"

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