My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Luo Lian held her hands behind her back, bowed slightly, tilted her head and glanced behind them. The big red bow jumped and the long golden hair floated in the air, like an elf in the morning light, smart and lovely, and independent.

"The tram is good."

She admired, Nelson and Newt followed her into the manor, and the door slowly closed behind them.

"It is said that this is a route dedicated to you by Grindelwald."

White leaned against the gate of the castle and reached out and took off Nelson's hat. She was holding a stalk of grass and the green leaves trembling in the air.

"It's pretty good indeed." Nelson agreed with Lorian, rubbing his shoes on the doormat, taking off his coat and passing it to White's hand, lifting his foot into the castle. "I suggest Hogwarts or something else in the future. The magic school uses mechanical owls to deliver letters, both classic and modern."

"Haha." White covered her mouth and smiled, put down her hand and took up Nelson's coat and put it on the coat rack of the porter, but this movement stiffened only at the beginning. She turned the clothes in her hand and pulled it. Nelson asked, "How much do you put in your pocket?"

"Sorry, sorry," Newt followed Lorian to see the caterpillar in the garden. Nelson showed an embarrassed smile full of apologize, took his coat from White and hung it up with his own hands, and took out the notebook and wand from his pocket. He held it in his arms, leaned his cane to one side, and followed White upstairs, "I basically carry my belongings with me."

"Do all of you Hogwarts students have this problem?" White thought of Newt's suitcase.

"Not really, maybe the students who didn't get there on the way have this problem, you know, we are hanging around outside, very insecure." Nelson called haha, and asked, "You have lived with Luo Lian these days. together?"

"Yeah, she and I are good sisters." White raised an eyebrow. "You should understand that people with outstanding looks are always attracted to each other."

"I have no doubt about this." Nelson and White had forgotten Andrei tacitly. He raised his head and looked at a patchy crack in the wall of the castle's promenade connecting the foyer to the banquet hall, and asked with some worry. Said, "Does this house usually sway? I am very worried about the professionalism of the Zweig construction team."

"Don't worry, magic... you don't always think of yourself as a Muggle. You have to know that the wizard can just use the patch to stick, it is much stronger than the Muggle mixed with the mud for a long time." White sneered, "God, Had it not been for you to talk about it, I would have forgotten that there was someone like Zweig."

"Memory is very important."

Nelson shrugged and walked upstairs along the stairs, looking down from the window. Newt was still studying the caterpillars in the vegetable field. Lorian stood beside him and said something. The puppy in his arms was a little scared and buried his head. In her arms, only a short tail dangling stiffly outside.

"It's called killing the caterpillars and keeping Dinkas." Nelson retracted his gaze and walked into the living room at the top of the tower.

Because Newt got up late, it was almost noon, White walked to Nelson, took the notebook and threw it on the coffee table in the living room, put his elbow on his shoulder, pushed him to the kitchen, and muttered. , "Come and cook for me, just give me some tips on your cooking skills."

Nelson’s cooking skills can only be described with imagination. He commanded the knives to slaughter potatoes, onions and carrots, cruelly dividing them into individual dices, throwing them into a pot of hodgepodge, and casually throwing condiments and condiments in them. Diced meat, but I have to say, it tastes pretty good.

Nelson opened a bottle of red wine and prepared to pour it into the stew. After thinking about it, he poured himself a glass and tasted the taste.

"Well, it's not expired..." Nelson drank the red wine in the glass, and two red clouds appeared on his face. He poured all the remaining bottle of wine into the pot, smacked his mouth, feeling a little The meaning is still unfinished.

"Why don't you leave? There were so many good opportunities before?" White leaned against the kitchen door, with a rosemary freshly washed by Nelson in his mouth, and asked like a repeater, "You have to come back, this time again. It's hard to go."

"Why should I go? I have a great time here. I don’t need to spend my own money if I eat and drink—but you, why don’t you go?" Nelson found an apron and tied it in front of him. It took several times to fasten it. This waistcoat and shirt were washed last night. He returned to the case and continued to slaughter a piece of ham. Suddenly he said, "You always persuade me to go quickly, but I don’t have any. The reason I have to go is that my daily meal bills are placed on Grindelwald's account. I go out to the library and I can travel everywhere."

"He is your enemy! Are you not at all—"

"Yeah, so what?" Nelson put the sliced ​​ham on the charcoal fire, turned his head to look at White, his whole face turned red, "Do you think I can get revenge or what? I tried my best It is estimated that the sneak attack will only make him bleed. Why should I touch this mold? If I can beat him, I will fight him now, but I can’t fight...White, there are only two of us now, we It's another kind of person, so I can tell you that I had an enemy before, but I was stronger than him, so I turned around and killed him, do you understand?"

"Is that why you left Hogwarts?" White saw the red-faced Nelson carrying a knife, as if he had met him for the first time, and took a step back. "It's not something like hitting Dumbledore. the reason."

"It's not important, and I don't want to quibble, but I still think that person deserves to die." Nelson burped, his mouth smelled of alcohol, shrugged helplessly when he saw White's appearance, turned back and held his fork. Turn the ham over and continue, "The important thing is that I have nowhere to go now. I don't know much about the magical world than Muggles. The world is so big that I can only stay here."

"Don't you care about your hatred with Grindelwald at all?"

"Of course I care, but it's the same sentence-so what?" Nelson began to install the order, and said calmly, "I grew up in a Muggle family and lived in an orphanage in London all year round, with low mana. And I don’t know anything about what happened that year. Every one of you told me that I had a grudge against Grindelwald, but no one ever told me what it was. Did he do it himself? Did he direct his subordinates to do it? Did he force the enemy to do it? I really, one, nothing, knowing! And Grindelwald is the one who witnessed it, if I could stay here, I would be able to figure out the truth, at least let me know that the enemy is Who, I can get stronger faster than in school, if you want me to get revenge, this is the fastest way to learn from the strongest black wizard ever, and then use the skills learned to revenge. "

"Sorry... Nelson, I don't know—"

"It's okay, I don't know anything." Nelson put aside the set ham, picked up a huge cauliflower, and suddenly asked about lunch. "Will Andre come to eat? If he wants to. I just cut the whole thing."

Seeing White's head, Nelson broke the whole cauliflower in half and processed half first. He inserted several kitchen knives hanging on the wall into the dish, walked aside and waved his wand, and continued to say to White, "Say Really, I didn't call him "Master Grindelwald". What are you worried about? I think you and Barry are really a match made in heaven. He wants to complete the task but gets caught by various people every day. You always persuade him. I ran away but locked myself here."

"I signed an unbreakable oath with Grindelwald." White lowered his head lonely. "I can't really betray him unless it comes at the cost of my own life, but I doubt...I can hardly hurt it even if I abandon my life. He, Grindelwald is too strong."

"I remember that the unbreakable vows will only be made when both parties are completely willing." Nelson, who talked so much, did not forget his art of speaking, this little science choked White so much that he could not speak.

"Well, people will change. You must have been blinded before." Nelson scratched his head and asked, "Can you come and help me cut the other half of the dish? I feel a little bit..."

"...Sleepy." Nelson closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a "bang".

...

"Are you awake?" Nelson opened his eyes in a daze, and heard someone calling him, "Go and wash, feel like come and eat. If you don't wake up, you will have to eat leftovers."

Nelson emptied his brain, moved to the bathroom to clean himself, and sat down at the table with his head in his hands.

"Have you poisoned me?" Picking up the fork, he stared at White desperately.

"No, the wine bottle is coming." White shook his head grinningly, reached out his hand to catch an empty wine bottle that was flying around, and leaned in front of Nelson, "Do you know what you drank? While cooking, I suddenly fell asleep. It's over."

"What?" Nelson took the bottle and read the label. Neither of them mentioned anything in the kitchen. "Isn't this red wine? I only drank a glass...Oh, what is this?"

"There are a lot of euphoria in it, and a little bit of life and death." White helped him finish the rest of the words. "This is a drink used to invigorate the banquet atmosphere. I bought it at a liquor store yesterday. You drink a big glass by yourself. I will definitely fall asleep."

"I poured all that bottle into this pot of stew," Nelson mumbled, pointing to the half pot of stew left on the table. "Why is there life and stagnant water in the drink that enlivens the banquet atmosphere, and fell asleep? What's the atmosphere?"

"It's okay. After boiling, it won't work. I have to say it tastes good." Nelson saw Andre next to White. He nodded and said hello. He continued to say, "As for why... You are still young, and you will know later."

"You can eat it." Nelson hummingly picked up the large spoon on the table and scooped the stew into his bowl.

"Can you tell me what happened in the kitchen?" Newt smiled teasingly. He poked a carrot from the bowl with a fork, and pointed his finger at the bumpy place on it. "This is a penetrating injury... here, The murderer hacked with a blunt knife but didn't cut it, and then made another cut, and found that it was still cutting continuously, so he changed the position...here..."

"Hahaha, Nelson, you are so cruel." Lorian's smile seemed to have been pricked by the joke, she laughed out loud, lying on the table laughing and patted the table.

"Eat, everyone eat quickly." Nelson buried his face in the bowl and smiled awkwardly.

After he was full, Andre took out a newspaper and threw it in Nelson's arms.

"what?"

"Your little friend is looking for Lord Grindelwald?" Andre picked up his tooth from the toothpick, grinned at Nelson, and motioned for him to read the newspaper.

"Which little friend of mine? Tom?" Nelson was puzzled, but still opened the newspaper. "What did he do with Grindelwald?"

In the second page of the Paris Daily, on the advertising notice page, a missing person notice is printed there alone, which is particularly eye-catching:

【Finding people:

Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald (two performance artists who have appeared in Paris), if you know the information, please contact the newspaper or Mr. Tom Riddle.

Mailing address: xxxx Greater Hangleton xxxx]

"Hi—" Seeing the words "Great Hangleton" in this missing person notice, Nelson understood what was going on. He took a breath and simply covered the newspaper on his face.

"What's the matter?" Andrei curiously picked up the big spoon and stabbed Nelson, and asked, "I remember his stage name is Gellert Grindelwald, why does he want to find himself? This is a new kind of Art? But he seems to be quite rich. This type of advertising is not cheap."

Andre has been busy making money recently and is very sensitive to money.

"This matter can't be said too fine..." Nelson sighed. "You don't need to worry about it~www.readwn.com~Andre, this is a private matter...no, a family matter."

Nelson took out the class schedule. The most recent "online class" was two days away. He shook his head, looked at Newt, and asked, "Senior Newt, can you lend me an owl later? I might want to send a letter."

"Yes." New Zealand nodded, trying to hide the curiosity on his face.

"I'm out for a trip, something is going on." Nelson got up and ran to the porter downstairs.

"Nelson!" Lori Ann called to him, "Are you coming back later?"

"I'll be back in a while."

"Okay, if you still want to hear me tell that note today, you can just come to my room and find me directly later."

"Ok, sorry!"

"Nelson! You will Apparate!" Unfortunately, Newt's cry was not heard by Nelson.

Nelson rushed downstairs, ran to the hall and grabbed the coat and cane, too late to wear it, carrying the clothes and raising the cane, calling the name of the priestess.

...

Pushing open the door, Nelson took out the double-sided mirror used for online lessons from the bedside table and called Tom's name.

Soon, the mirror responded, and water-like stripes rippled from the center to the surroundings.

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