My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hello, Tom, are you there?"

At eight o'clock in the evening, at the time agreed in the letter, Nelson took out the mirror that Tom had sent him. After calling out the name of "Tom Riddle", a circle of ripples appeared in the center of the mirror. In the blink of an eye, Tom's face appeared in the mirror.

"Oh, Gnar, is it finally here?" Tom asked, frowning and pressing the top of Nelson's head. "What's wrong with your hair? Wouldn't you stop washing your hair outside alone?"

Nelson didn't speak, but just stared at the head of the person in the mirror like Tom and shook his head slightly.

"I suggest you buy a Porter brand..." Tom noticed Nelson's eyes and stretched his hand over his head uncontrollably. When he reached halfway, he suddenly stopped moving, and Nelson was also because of the trick. He hid his face and laughed.

After a while, the two young people who hadn't seen each other looked at each other and laughed.

"Nall," after a few minutes, Tom's expression became serious. He stared at Nelson in the mirror and said, "Seriously, now I feel more and more that your leaving Hogwarts is really an irrational choice. ."

"How to say?"

"The knowledge we are learning in school is really very different from before," Tom said with a proud expression, "I dare you to say that your mastery of magic is definitely not as good as mine now. You have lost too much knowledge. , Gnar."

"If you're talking about herbalism or potions, that's true." Nelson nodded solemnly and said, "If your mastery of herbalism is not as strong as a weak person, then I think you are still It’s easy to go back to London to find a factory to work."

"You guy," Tom rubbed his face grinningly, and put down the battle book. "Let's have a duel when we meet next time. I'll show you my progress."

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it!" Nelson put the mirror on the bedside table, took the wand from the table, thought for a moment, and said, "Who is your assistant, isn't it Alphad?"

"Where do I need an assistant to fight you?" Tom took a step back arrogantly. His upper body appeared in the mirror. He was akimbo and said, "I have no problem hitting you and your assistant alone."

"Yes, I want to ask Grindelwald to be my assistant." Nelson pretended to put on an expression that looked like Tom in the orphanage. "Brother Tom, you must be able to beat an old man like him." !"

"You..." Tom seemed to be choking after eating a cake, and it took a long time to relax. He shook his head with a wry smile, took the mirror to show Nelson the surrounding environment, "Guess where I am now? "

Nelson looked behind Tom. He was now in a huge palace with huge feet in the distance.

"Is this the secret room you're talking about?" Nelson also stopped his grinning nonsense, and seriously looked at the tall pillars flashing with magic runes.

"Yes." Tom raised his right hand triumphantly, his palm flashed red, and in the next second he took out a green gem from the pillar beside him, "Since you have gone, I have no place to rub. After eating and drinking, I thought that my financial situation would be embarrassing for a while, but I didn't expect that I would find Slytherin's treasure. He is such a good person."

"So it's so dark here because..."

"Yes," Tom tossed the gem aside, continued to put his hands on his hips, put his chest up and said, "I sold the crystal lamp in this palace, then But the antiques thousands of years ago, the goblins of Gringotts even sent me a most honorable membership card!"

"..."

"Ahem, let's get back to business." Seeing Nelson's unspeakable expression, Tom also realized that he shouldn't say such things with that expression, so he coughed slightly and changed the subject, "Mr. Aberfors mentioned it to me. A suggestion, I can bring this mirror to the side in class in the future, so that you can also listen to the class together without losing too much study..."

"I don't want anyone in the future to say that the great Lord Riddle's friend is a crappy wizard with poor grades!" At the end, he grunted and added a sentence as if thinking of something.

"Online lessons?" Nelson's expression was a bit sluggish, and he didn't expect that he never escaped this thing in 1939.

"What did you say?" Tom didn't understand the meaning of the word.

"Nothing...I mean, is this feasible? After all, teaching at Hogwarts is relatively private."

"It's okay, it's just more troublesome. I need to seek the consent of the four deans, but I have already reported to the school." Where Nelson did not know, Tom had already prepared all the preparations for him, "Slag Professor Horn immediately signed me after hearing what I said about it, and Mr. Aberfors, he originally came up with this idea, Dean of Hufflepuff... what is his name? Anyway, such a generous and gentle old man like him quickly agreed."

"What about Professor Sykes?" Nelson is most afraid of Professor Sykes at school. This serious lady is best at appearing in front of her in the most embarrassing way at the most embarrassing time and in the most embarrassing place. Nelson didn't think Professor Sykes would do it for himself.

"That's weird." Tom didn't know where to get a chair, and he reached out a hand to support his chin, with a very confused expression, "I haven't looked for her yet, Mr. Aberfors was just after the transformation get out of class. Let me give her signature. Nar, how do you have a relationship with her?"

"I don't know if my relationship with her can be considered good... If she really likes the artificial'tea pouring art', then I think she should appreciate me." Nelson shrugged. " I think it might be because of Felius, whatever it is, Professor Sykes signed it anyway."

"That's true." Tom didn't think about it. He slumped in his chair without image and asked, "I said that before, but I don't think you will lose your studies outside. Don’t be crappy than Chris."

"You can rest assured, wait a moment." Nelson jumped off the bed and ran to the table to fetch a few books and show them to Tom. "This is the book Minerva asked you to bring to me. Look at it. , I have basically read it. Although some transformations are still difficult for me to complete, I already have an overall understanding. Now I am missing Animagus and some advanced transformations that she has not mentioned..."

"Is Animagus? Your Lord Riddle knows you too well." Tom raised his eyebrows triumphantly. "When are you going to transform Animagus? I have prepared the potion for you. Professor Slughorn is such a good person, I feel that as long as I speak, he can teach me black magic."

"He could indeed do this kind of thing," Nelson nodded, thinking about the comments of Slughorn and Newt in his own impression, and said, "He is also a powerful wizard, so you have to learn more from him. Squeeze something out."

"That must be. He asked me if I want to stop the confinement before, but I refused." Tom showed an expression of "Everything is under control", and then frowned, "You don't just practice polymorphism, do you?" You can’t do anything else, can you? No, can’t you?"

"I also read the book on spells." Nelson pulled out a tattered book from the pile of transfiguration notes and books and showed it to Tom. "This is a textbook on spells written by Sister Miranda. , I am very efficient in self-study with this book. I always take it with me and turn over it before I rest every day."

"Let me see... "Standard Spell", is it?" Tom squinted his eyes and looked at the cover of the book, his tone a little admiring, "As expected, she wrote this by herself? She dared to write this. Book, you dare to follow along! One dare to teach and the other dare to learn, you two are really amazing."

"Don't tell me, she writes really well." Nelson shook his head and defended the textbook written by the senior sister. "It is simple and concise, and it is better than the textbook we are using that seems to be written by a medieval riddler. It’s much stronger. I remember that even our grammar is medieval. I read it as if I was reading Shakespeare."

"Indeed." Tom nodded. "Where can she buy this book? I'll buy one too."

"This is what she gave to me when we went to watch Dumbledore's public trial last time. Listening to her, it seemed that she had a problem with publishing." Nelson recalled the encounter with Miranda.

Tom took another gem from his side to play with, rolled his eyes, and said, "Do you think we can invest a little bit for her? The quality of this book is guaranteed. I also hope that more people can use this book." Excellent textbook."

"Forget it," he shook his head, and asked himself, "I don't know if you can find her, but it is not appropriate to give her money. We are just juniors, and she is a very proud person... …"

"You talk a lot, Tom." Nelson nodded comfortedly, showing the expression of an old father. "Do you have a class schedule? Let me see if there are any classes that can be taken. Remember to bring the mirror with you before class."

"I know, I know..." Tom slumped on the sofa, waving his wand lazily, and the silver letters were combined into a class schedule in the air. Tom also specially made a golden frame for it.

"Monday morning potions class?" Nelson shook his head, "I can't stand it in the early eighth, and my potions have not been good."

"Professor Slughorn really doesn't have any hope for your potions," Tom waved casually, and the potions lesson on Monday morning disappeared from the class schedule. "After all, he can say,'Let Muggles be used in the factory. "The assembly line makes potions." Mr. Williams of this kind of remarks, just tell me what potion you want to drink in the future, and I will help you make it."

"Is there any Fuling Potion?" Nelson rubbed his hands. "I drank the Fuling Potion once before something happened, so give me the whole point."

"Uh...you can't drink a lot of blessing potions. It will cause a huge blow to your nervous system and make people dependent. Besides, I don't know how to make blessing potions. That's a first-grade one. At the time, Professor Slughorn rewarded me, only so little." He stretched out his hand and gestured "a little bit" with his thumb and index finger, and then curiously asked, "What are you doing? It's so dangerous? You drank the blessing potion."

"Nothing..." Nelson shrugged. "It was just a small duel with a black wizard from the ancient Greek period. It took a little effort to take him down."

"You..." Tom saw Nelson, who was smug but pretending to be indifferent, and shook his head with a smile, "You guy, what have you experienced outside, are you alright?"

"It's okay, you don't think I'm lying in bed properly," Nelson continued to look at the class schedule, selecting courses, "I have to listen to the history of magic on Tuesday morning."

"No problem, I can put you on the table and sleep as long as I can." Tom waved his magic wand again, and the history of magic on Tuesday morning turned golden. "You can't forget this course, but the magical animals on Monday afternoon Don’t you attend the class? I think you will meet a lot of magical animals outside."

"No, I have experts by my side." Nelson shook his head. "Do you remember Senior Newt? We met in secret, Newt Scamander, who now lives in the house across the street from me. "

"That's awesome," Tom said sourly, "I can learn from such a great wizard."

"Indeed, he taught me Apparition."

"Will you do it?"

"You don't want to know."

"You will?" Tom's voice trembled.

"Why do you have to ask?"

Nelson spread his hands. As soon as his voice fell, Tom really collapsed on the chair. Nelson could see a white ghost slip out of his mouth.

"Do you think I need to take this divination class?" Nelson looked at the class schedule, scratching his chin, and was a little entangled whether to choose this course. "Seriously, I feel that learning divination is a waste of time. What about people without divination skills? No one can learn it. People with divination skills don’t need to teach it at all."

"I feel you should take a divination class," Tom disagreed with Nelson's view. "If you don't learn to understand dreams, you don't even know what you predicted."

"This is what I worry about. Mrs. Clemence's daily routine is to watch the stars." Nelson's eyebrows tucked together. "Not to mention whether she can interpret the dream, I doubt that she is not sleeping at all... but still listening. Well, by the way, would you take a double-sided mirror to video chat over the past will destroy the relationship between heaven and humans between her and the stars?"

"What chat?" Tom thought for a while, "I'll find a chance to ask her, not to say that you are a real prophet, I think as a teacher, she shouldn't refuse someone who wants to learn?"

Tom waved his hand again, and the divination lesson on the schedule turned red.

"You have to get the spell class. This is Professor Sykes' request." Tom looked at the rest of the class, waving his wand continuously, "The transformation class is no longer needed, Mr. Aberfors said, wait for you to grow more. If you have enough magic power in your age, you can go directly to the wizard rank test of transfiguration. Minerva teaches better than him; do you want to take the herbal medicine class? I feel that you were disgusting when you were in that class. The color difference in this mirror is even lower. No, you can't just vomit it out?"

"Forget it..." Nelson shook his head. "Herbalism requires field study. At least you have to touch the herbs. I don't have that condition."

"What about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? This should be very important." Tom continued to ask Nelson for advice, "After all, you have a group of dark wizards by your side..."

"I said, Tom," Nelson pointed at the mirror. "I have a group of dark wizards around me. What's the point of learning defense? And you know, thank God I can put a disarming spell, I'm here. The talent in this area is actually similar to that of a potion."

"That's OK too!" Tom turned Defence Against the Dark Arts into gold on his own initiative. "You can't miss this lesson. At least we can stand and die in front of Grindelwald..."

"Okay." Nelson leaned his hand on the head of the bed and pillowed it up.

"By the way, when are you going to transform into Animagus?" Tom asked while adjusting the class schedule, "You set a time so I can send you the potion."

"I'm going to wait for you to go to England during your holiday." Nelson thought for a while and replied, "Minerva's notes said that the first transformation of Animagus was very difficult, very dangerous, and not short of time. , You need someone to guard it. When you have a holiday, I will ask you for help."

"Really?" There was a hint of joy in Tom's voice, and he nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely arrange you clearly, and nothing else. When you are in London, I guarantee that there will be no snakes in the West Side. Any other kind of animal exists."

"That's not enough..." Nelson waved his hand. "It's just an Animagus. There is no need to sacrifice the local species diversity... When I have thoroughly read Minerva's books and notes, I will start. We’re ready, but we shouldn’t practice in London. I remember that Animagus’ practice requires the moon to be on for several days in a row... It should be like this. Anyway, the weather in London, alas, you understand."

"It's okay, you can tell me when the time comes, we can go anywhere." Tom nodded, took out a parchment paper and a quill pen, and then took out a table.

"What are you writing?" Seeing Tom's actions, Nelson asked curiously, "No? Where did you get those things? I think there is only a cabinet next to you."

"This is just a gadget of the great Salazar Slytherin." Tom reached into the pillar next to him, and took out a gem from it at a slow speed that Nelson could see. "He was in the warehouse. Unparalleled talent in this area."

"Oh this..." Nelson looked at the coat hanging on the hanger and swallowed, "I think maybe I'm the heir of Slytherin, in this respect I do look like him..."

"Slytherin's heir?" Tom tasted the name and nodded in satisfaction. "This title is good, but he belongs to Lord Riddle now."

"By the way, how did you find this place? You also know about Slytherin's various...er, how to open the storage room? A note alone would not be so detailed."

"It's a long story." Tom seemed to hear something. He sat up from his chair, turned his head to look at the huge statue behind him, yelled in a snake-like voice, and continued to paralyze comfortably and began to tell, "You Remember, didn’t I have been looking for my wizard relatives before?"

"I remember, you still think your father is a wizard."

"I was wrong. My mother was the source of my magical blood." Tom sighed and said, "But I think she might be a dumb gun, otherwise she won't end up like that..."

"Sorry..." Nelson saw Tom sinking down, so he wiped the mirror and talked about comfort.

"It doesn't matter, I haven't seen her anyway." Tom continued in his voice calmly, "At the beginning of this semester, Alphad and I went out of the school gate. Although we can go out through the main entrance, we can't change that habit... …So we were caught, Alphad was punished to pluck the caterpillars, and I was arranged to clean the prize showroom."

"Oh! I know that place." Nelson gave an expression of embarrassment. "I went there by the wrong door once. It was a gray room and the good guy almost sent me away."

"Those trophies haven't been moved for a long time." Tom nodded, "A layer of dust fell on it, and I was a little numb to clean it up until I saw a name-Marvolo."

"Is it your grandpa's name in the middle of your name?" Nelson asked.

"That's right." Tom looked up at him and continued, "According to this name, I found a family, an ancient family that did not thrive but passed on for thousands of years in the history of wizards. One is said to be Salazar Si The pure-blooded family of Lettering's direct descendants-the Gunter family."

"The Gunter family?" Nelson murmured the name.

"Do you know this family?" Tom's expression became wonderful, and he asked urgently, "You should have heard it! People who like history like you must have heard of this ancient family that is directly related to Slytherin."

"Yes, I know."

Nelson nodded, got up from the bed and walked to the hanger, Tom's voice rang from the mirror behind him.

"But it's not important. I told you before. I still have a copy of "Theory of Magic". Do you remember? A second-hand book bought at Lihen Bookstore. There is an adventurer's essay in that book. According to it Regarding the record of the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, I found a faucet with a serpentine emblem in a ladies' bathroom on the first floor, and guessed that the key to opening the chamber was Salazar Slytherin’s unique talent—Snake-Lao Tong!"

"I can imagine." Listening to Tom's excited and proud voice, Nelson nodded. He had found what he was looking for in his coat pocket.

"After entering the secret room, I tried all the possible spells in that book in a snake-like voice-all the beautiful words of Christine Wrightlyn." Tom noticed Nelson who appeared in the mirror again, and glanced up. , Raised his hands and stretched out to the surroundings, demonstrating, "This is my achievement."

"The Gunter family is indeed a family with a long history." Nelson did not comment on Tom's achievements. He said to himself, "The last descendant of the Gunter family lives in Hangleton, and there is only one person left— —There are two now. If I guessed correctly, they should be your mother’s last relative."

"What?" Tom's expression was a little blurred. He didn't expect Nelson to progress much faster than him. He opened his mouth and asked stiffly, "I...have you been there? They...really only one person left. Yet?"

"That's right~www.readwn.com~Tom." Nelson sighed, raised his palm to the mirror surface, lying quietly in the middle of a pure black ring with a black gem, "Remember " Is it the story of the three brothers in "The Story of Poem Bidou"? The gem on this ring is the resurrection stone."

Tom seems to have not figured it out yet.

"Tom, for a long time, the resurrection stone belonged to the Gunter family. I got it from the man named Morfin. That Mr. Morfin Gunter should be your uncle." Nelson put the ring Getting closer, he said to Tom seriously, "This is your thing."

"Is this really a resurrection stone?" Tom raised his head suddenly, his eyes were scarlet, and his already pale face became paler. He stared at Nelson's eyes firmly, and his chest fell down and panted heavily. The voice became sharp, and he asked in an extremely excited tone, "If it's a resurrection stone, can it... can it—"

"No," Nelson interrupted Tom, shook his head feebly, and said weakly, "Tom, the resurrection stone is the same as described in the fairy tale. It can't bring us what we really want."

"Oh, you guy..." Tom bent down, buried his face deeply in his hands, and tore his hair vigorously. My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 123 Online Class? Tom’s Last Name Green Reading-Hogwarts and My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., if there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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