My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"But what's the use?"

Nelson stared at Grindelwald, who stood in front of him and looked down at him. "Since you believe in fate so much, what is the meaning of your actions? You didn't see me in the future, maybe it's just because you didn't. It's just me...you can't understand everything that will happen in the future in detail."

"You look down on yourself too much," Grindelwald lowered his head, their eyes were so close that there were only his two different colored pupils in Nelson's field of vision. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Nelson's hair, and gritted his teeth. Said, "Twelve years ago, in Paris, I had discovered you. If your mother hadn’t hidden you in Muggle’s home, you would have been trained by me when you were learning to speak, even so. Now you can do too many things beyond my expectation. From the moment I saw you, the future is changing."

"What you know may not be the real future," Nelson found an invisible fear in the tight pupils of Grindelwald. He grinned and laughed. "Mr. Grindelwald, you have tried Have you ever changed it?"

Grindelwald's pupils vibrated and his body straightened slightly, as if he would think of something bad.

"It looks like you did it." Nelson smiled, stood up on the armrest of the sofa, and squeezed a space out of Grindelwald. He shook his head, slightly raised his head to look at Grindelwald, and said seriously "I always think that the future is unknowable. People are emotional animals. You can't even predict the direction a leaf will fall. How can you see through the various unimaginable decisions people make? These strange choices constitute What happens in the next second, every moment, there is an expected future collapse, and an unexpected future composition."

"What do you want to express?" Grindelwald squinted. Nelson could no longer guess his psychology by reading his eyes. He paused and asked, "Then what decision will you make?"

"What are we going to learn in our first class?" Nelson walked around Grindelwald with ease, walked to the coffee table, took out a slowly deforming wine glass from his pocket, and held up the mead bottle for himself. Pour a cup and ask, "I am also very curious about what the future you foresee is like, and I am even more curious whether the future I am looking forward to can really be realized."

Grindelwald looked at Nelson holding up a wine glass to toast to himself, a little stunned. In his eyes, several completely different figures were slowly overlapping, and they were quickly superimposed on the boy in front of him.

He shook his head, expelled these strange fantasies from his mind, and frowned as he stared at the wine glass in Nelson's hand.

"Minors can't drink alcohol."

As soon as the voice fell, the mead in Nelson's hand bubbled up and gradually boiled. He felt the wine glass in his hand hot, and a cloud of steam rose from the glass with the rich wine, when he lowered his head. When I looked at the wine glass, I only saw a glass of clear honey water.

"Cheers." Grindelwald took the wine glass and walked forward, touched the quilt in Nelson's hand from the wall of the glass, and then took the wine glass and took a sip, "Mead... a sweet thing like honey, to the end of the world How much can there be?"

"Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson took a sip from the wine glass, and after a brief taste, there was only a faint sweetness in his mouth, "I think this glass of honey water is very sweet."

"Honey water, of course it is sweet!" Grindelwald laughed as he stared at the cup in Nelson's hand.

...

"Tom, relax after studying."

Dumbledore took out a bottle of treasured wine from the wine cabinet in the office, glanced at Tom, shrugged, and took out another bottle from the cabinet.

"I always pay attention to the quality of my sleep," Tom shook his head. "As a whole Hogwarts, I may be the only person who sleeps with a blindfold."

"Why?" Dumbledore took out a towel and wiped the dust off the two bottles, and threw the one that he took out to Tom. When Tom thought the bottle was about to fall to the ground, it dangled. Fly up, shaking his belly, lightly bumping Tom's head, and slamming his head against the cabinet next to him, as if urging him to get a glass out quickly, Dumbledore wiped the bottle in his hand and asked curiously Said, "What's the use of wearing a blindfold in sleep?"

"I learned that if there is a light source around when sleeping, it will affect the quality of sleep." Tom pressed the bottle on the table and saw the trademark of two broomsticks. While controlling the struggling bottle, he stretched his arm out of the cupboard. Take out a cup.

"You can just say that Nelson told you," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "For the past three years, you have always avoided mentioning his name in front of me. Crazy, not to mention, I have said it countless times, and I was the one who was wrong."

"Hehe," Tom just smiled and asked, "If you could go back to four years ago, would you change your approach?"

"..." Dumbledore's hand wiping the bottle stopped. He turned his head and looked at Tom. It seemed that he couldn't see it through the glasses. He took off his half-moon glasses, squinted at it, and passed. It took a long time to pursed his lips and shook his head, "I really want to lie to you, or an answer you want to hear, but it is really difficult for me to do deceptive things-if there is another time, I will still do it. If Nelson is allowed to kill the Muggle, he really can't look back."

"Professor, I think this is the answer I want to hear. This may be the biggest difference between you and Gnar, and the quality you stick to the most."

Tom smiled. Three years later, he has grown from a boy to a tall and healthy boy, even a young man-in the second half of the year he is going to take the owls, an ordinary wizard rank exam.

Compared with when he parted with Nelson, he grew a lot taller, with half-length hair lying freely behind his head, a few strands of the wind blowing on his forehead, and the facial features on his face were more three-dimensional and fuller.

The adjectives such as the towering bridge of the nose and the deep eye sockets don’t feel abrupt on his body at all. This should be an affinity face, but his too tall brow bones and eye sockets make his eyes always hidden. Amidst the elusive shadows, he even appeared to be a bit gloomy, and with black hair and black eyes and a black wizard robe, apart from Slytherin’s silver and green house emblem, he couldn’t find any other colors on his body, the only one His accessories are also black - a pendant studded with amber faintly reflects the dark red light on his chest. These black costumes make his already white face even paler.

Dumbledore quietly took the wine glass that Tom handed him and observed it carefully. It seemed that there was something special on the transparent glass that was attracting him.

Tom raised his well-knotted right hand, and on his **** was wearing a pull tab to open the cap of a butterbeer bottle. For a while, the room was so quiet that there was only the sound of Tom pouring wine.

"Papa—" The gas in the bottle gushed out along the gap exposed by the pull ring, making a "sizzling" sound of water vapor splashing, "Tons, tons, tons", Tom picked up the wine bottle and skillfully walked along the glass. The wall poured butter beer into the glass, and when the glass stood still, there was only the sound of tiny bubbles popping in the room.

At this time, Dumbledore spoke slowly.

"I wanted to invite you to drink mead." He tapped the bottle with his magic wand, and the cork popped out of the bottle with a "swish" sound, and stretched out two thin legs on the table and started jumping. Tap dancing, he said while pouring alcohol, "But considering that you are underage, as a teacher in the school, I can't take the lead in getting students to violate school rules, so I can only let you drink butter beer."

"I really like Butterbeer," Tom lifted his glass and shook it. The bubbles attached to the wall of the glass burst more quickly. He stared at the bubbles slowly formed in the turmeric soda, and said, "And I I don’t like drinking too much, I feel the taste is very ordinary."

"Have you drunk?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyebrows, and said thoughtfully. It's more than twice as much as mead."

"I didn't say that, Professor," Tom said, shaking his head, "I just think that taste is not for me. You know, the person I hate the most is a drunk."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How is your preparation for the owls exam? Are you confident?"

"Do you have confidence in yourself? Professor, if you have confidence in your teaching, then there will be no problems with my exams," Tom shrugged. "If it weren't for Gnar's progress, I even thought I could directly I went to take the newts exam. I heard that you did something in the newts exam that the examiner had never seen before? What was that?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head, squeezed his eyes, and opened his hands with a smile, "You mean the transfiguration exam, right? I remember I just did some ordinary transfigurations, and I did. I don't know what the examiner has seen, let alone what he hasn't seen."

"You are really casual. If it were me, I might have engraved this in my epitaph," Tom complimented dryly. "Life: I did an unprecedented operation in the newts exam."

"Then your epitaph may have to be very long. It is recommended to specially shave the wall in the cemetery to record your life," Dumbledore joked, raising his glass and asking, "Right, you just said that you want Waiting for Nelson's progress, so he is coming back to take the exam?"

"Who knows?" Tom shrugged. "I remember his school status has been at Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, Aberforth has always reserved his student status for him," Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, "My brother, you know, he has always had opinions on me, so he especially likes to block me, but this He did something wrong, and I also advocate keeping his learning experience. After all, although he left by himself, he is not the one who caused all this."

"Then he might come back," Tom shook his glass, found a sofa and sat down, and said, "He told me that what he is best at is exams."

"Have you talked to him?" Dumbledore asked nervously, "I remember you have two double-sided mirrors."

"We have been in touch, professor," Tom replied, "but I don't want to talk too much."

"I understand..." Dumbledore nodded, tasting the contents of the cup in accordance with Tom's movements, and after a while, he raised his mouth again, "By the way, Tom, I heard Minerva say some time ago, Nelson After consulting him about Animagus's related issues, is he ready to try Animagus?"

"Professor, he will surprise you." Tom's eyes flashed with excitement. For a moment, Dumbledore noticed that his pupils had turned into a scarlet red like a jewel on his chest. This has happened in the past few years. It happened too many times, and only this year the frequency of occurrence slowly decreased. He blinked and found that Tom’s expression had returned to normal, and he was slowly saying, “I’ve been following you to learn in recent years. Fammoni didn't let himself down either. I even feel that Yi Famuni's teaching level is not worse than ours."

"Ivamoni is a long-established magic school, and its teaching level is really good," Dumbledore said with an embarrassed smile, "So does he need some help? I think I still have some skills in transfiguration. Achieved."

"No need, Professor," Tom refused. "I think Gnar has done his own preparations. He is currently looking for a place with suitable weather-I heard that this magic has certain requirements for the weather?"

"Yes it is."

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"I understand, you don't need to say," Dumbledore put down the wine glass in his hand, sat behind his desk, and said, looking at the empty picture frame behind him, "Tom, it's getting late, what else can you do? If it's nothing Something, I think you should go back and put on your blindfold and get a good night's sleep."

"Okay, Professor," Tom drank the butterbeer in his glass, picked up the bottle and asked, "Professor, can I take it away?"

Dumbledore nodded, raised his wand and waved it. A wooden box flew down from the top of the wine cabinet and followed Tom slowly. There was a clanging sound of glass bottles.

"Bring some friends." He smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Professor," Tom thanked, leading the box to the door, and after unscrewing the doorknob, he turned his head and asked, "Professor, do you remember? You said three years ago, waiting for me to graduate. Now, you can safely find a stable job in the safe magic world, live in a stable community, and spend a peaceful life, I—"

"My promise is still valid," Dumbledore took the glasses he took off before, drove to the bridge of his nose, crossed his hands, propped his chin on the table, and said in a deep voice, "I'm glad you remember this sentence, some It’s also time to end." My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 157 Commitment to Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network..., If there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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