My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Along the mountain road, Nelson came to the front of Riddle's House, looking at the magnificent mansion in front of him, the well-informed Nelson couldn't help squinting his eyes. He pulled the bell of the door-door and handed it a goodbye. Tie, after a while, old Tom was helped by the housekeeper to the door.

"Mr. Riddle, meeting for the first time, hello, I am Tom's friend, Nelson Williams."

Nelson stood at the side door of the manor that had just opened, took off his hat, stretched out his right hand, and greeted old Tom with a smile. Looking at the familiar eyebrows of old Tom, Nelson felt that he could imagine what Tom looked like now.

Old Tom did not stretch out his hand for a while, which made Nelson froze in place. He frowned and looked at the small door that the porter opened for Nelson, waved his hand to release his butler in front of Nelson, and gave a few words. .

Immediately afterwards, under the command of the butler, several servants who came with them opened the gate of the manor. With the creaking and groaning of the iron door shaft, the two rusted rollers were running hard along the track. After a while, the door opened wide.

Old Tom pushed the butler's supporting hand, grabbed the knot of the tie and twisted it, walked out of the door and took Nelson's hand.

"I heard my son say about you... I mean, I saw your photo in the newspaper," he led Nelson through the door with a formal expression, while muttering in a vague voice, "These stupid ones below It's a shame to open a small door to a distinguished guest!"

"Haha, Mr. Riddle, have you read that report, too?"

After years of training, Nelson no longer felt ashamed of that report. He let out a hearty laugh, and under the guidance of the old man, he helped him to the manor house in the manor.

Nelson could feel the stumbling of old Tom’s steps. Although he was trying to control his body, the weight of his body was always leaning against Nelson. His skinny arms were almost skinny, which made people unable to feel any strength. Nelson used the rest. Looking at the profile of Old Tom, the face covered with age spots did not look like a tycoon in the prime of life, but like a homeless and malnourished homeless man.

Seemingly aware that Nelson had discovered his weakness, old Tom quickened his pace, and the two quickly reached the living room. Old Tom was very tired. When he arrived in the living room, he couldn’t wait to sit on the sofa by the fireplace and stretched out his trembling fingers. To the housekeeper.

Although there was still some cold spring, summer was slowly approaching, and the weather in Britain was not so cold, but old Tom still called the servant to add some firewood to the fireplace as if he couldn't stand the temperature.

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" He took the cigarette that the butler handed him, craned his neck to let the servants help him light it, and let out a long sigh of relief before lying limply back on the sofa. He was enveloped in thick smoke.

Nelson shook his head without a trace. The damage done to Muggles by the potion was too great. Old Tom was actually not too old, even less than forty, but it seemed that he was already half of his body in the ground.

"What's the matter with you coming here? You didn't come to see me?" Old Tom quickly finished smoking the cigarette, staring up and down at Nelson, seeing that he was well dressed and he didn't seem to be short of money. Nodded with satisfaction.

"How come?" Nelson smiled and shook his head, took out a beautifully packaged gift box from behind and placed it on the coffee table, and said, "Although there are indeed some things, but the main reason to come here is to visit you."

Old Tom looked suspiciously at Nelson's box on the table, as if wondering where Nelson took it out.

"I just held it in my hand, you may not pay attention," Nelson saw the old Tom's thoughts, he shrugged and said, "I have long heard that Tom found his relatives in Paris, this time I made a special trip to see Look, you and Tom really look alike."

"Yes, he is almost exactly the same as when I was young." Old Tom nodded, no longer thinking about gifts, and asked instead, "Did he tell you anything else?"

"About you?" Nelson looked at old Tom's hopeful eyes, shook his head, and said, "I didn't say much."

After saying this, he stared at Old Tom’s face earnestly, trying to observe some special emotions. The corners of Old Tom’s mouth twitched slightly, but soon there was no other expression. After a while, he lit again. Smoking cigarettes, opening the chatterbox, and chatting with Nelson every other way, from world wars to cotton futures, from paintings on the wall to his own business, Nelson tried his best to answer the conversation, maintaining a polite smile.

"By the way, I heard that Christian is your daughter?" When Old Tom talked about his family, Nelson asked. Although he had learned the news, he was still amazed by the wonder of fate—according to what he said. I know, the future Voldemort does not have any living relatives. If there is no own existence, will there be a girl named Christian in London? He cleared his throat and said, "It's true that I know Christian, but I didn't expect it to be so coincidental."

"She's Lola, Lola Riddle." A smile finally appeared on old Tom's cold face. He slapped the armrest of the sofa cheerfully, and the soot fell all over the floor. "They don't have any school yet. On vacation, otherwise I can ask her to come over and chat with you."

"Does Christian live at home during the holidays?" Nelson asked curiously.

"Sometimes I go to London, but I don't know what that ruined orphanage can do," Old Tom curled his lips in disdain, glanced at Nelson, and added, "But since there can be such a way to cultivate him and you There are still some good points for the children of the country."

"Mrs. Cole is a great woman." Nelson nodded and continued to ask, "What about Tom? Will he come back to live? I sometimes correspond with him."

"He..." Old Tom's voice paused for a moment, and said, "His room is upstairs, do you want to go and see? You just said that you just returned to the UK recently, should you meet him? If you can, I I hope you can talk to him, but the guys from Riddle's family are always outside and it's not very nice."

"Okay, I just happen to take what he left here too." Nelson nodded, got up and followed the manservant upstairs.

Old Tom stayed in the sofa, watching Nelson disappearing from the back of the stairs, and pressing the still-lit cigarette on the armrest of the leather sofa.

Tom’s room in Riddle’s House is not like a room—this was Nelson’s first reaction when he opened the door and walked in. Although it’s clean and tidy, and the furniture is high-end, even if Tom’s father and son have a good relationship, this room is completely untouched. People who want to live in the ****, Nelson looked at the seemingly expensive paintings on the bedside, and walked into this spotless room.

"This is where Tom lives?" he asked the footman behind him.

"Yes, sir," the man replied in a low voice, "but the young master has never lived here normally."

"If it were me, I wouldn't live here," Nelson looked at the furnishings in the room. "This is too much like a hotel. I suggest you decorate it warmly."

"I will tell the master."

"By the way, Tom said he left something here, where is it?" Nelson asked, "I'm here to get it."

"Sir, in the cellar, shall I take you there?"

"Ok."

Except for the larger ones, the cellar in Riddle's Mansion is no different from ordinary cellars. Perhaps because it is located on a mountain, Nelson thinks it is much colder here, which reminds him of the dark wizard's heart in "The Story of Poetry". Basement. He followed the servant through the labyrinth of tunnels to a locked room. Nelson carefully took out a bronze key from his pocket, let the valet leave by himself, and stepped into this chilly room. room.

In the center of the room was a wooden table on which was placed this piece of ice covered with a white cloth. Nelson carefully uncovered the white cloth, and inside it was frozen a large pupa with a strange shape-it was the pupa of the ghost face hawk moth. This is the rarest and most important one among the potions needed to practice Animagus. Because the ghost face hawkmoth has strong vitality, if it is not processed, it will quickly burst out of the pupa, but the inactivated ghost face sky The moth's efficacy will also decrease rapidly. To save the medicinal materials, Tom sealed it in an ice block blessed with a shaping spell and hid it here.

Nelson also asked him why he didn't put the medicinal materials in Hogwarts? Tom replied: "In order to prevent you from being wanted one day, or even not going to school, if it is not convenient for me to give you something, you can pick it up by yourself. Without the key, no one can open the fan. Gate."

Of course, Tom’s consideration was unnecessary. Three years later, Nelson was still that good student with a clean family and a clean file.

He broke through the ice, and as soon as it thawed, Nelson could feel a powerful beating from the pupa. The ghost-faced hawkmoth broke free from the severe cold and was ready for transformation and freedom, but it was quickly sealed by Nelson. In a small hollow silver ball, it became a stumbling block on the way to freedom of the ghost face moth.

When he returned to the ground, Nelson was told that old Tom had already gone to rest because he was unwell. Nelson thanked the old butler, put on his hat and left Riddle House.

...

At the foot of the mountain, Nelson just wanted to stretch out his magic wand to stop the knight bus, but he quickly thought of the little long-faced wizard who went along with him. I don’t know why, that guy always feels troublesome, but in the end he decided Apparition directly to the neighboring town and take the train to London.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction of Great Hangleton. The run-down shack on the hillside over there was even more dilapidated. It seemed that the bag of Galleons he had left did not effectively improve Morfin’s life, and he might not even have it. Find the hidden purse.

Nelson looked for a shady spot to observe, and after confirming that there was no one around, he drew out his wand.

"Sir, why don't you wait for the bus with me."

A slick male voice sounded behind Nelson. He turned his head and looked back. The wizard who had been on the way jumped down from a dense oak tree and landed lightly, together with a few feathers that looked similar to his clothes. Slowly falling while spinning.

"Animagus?" Nelson stared at the falling feathers, their color and pattern were exactly the same as the one that fell on his shoulder before and the owl standing on the roof of the customs building.

"You are so knowledgeable." The wizard patted the leaves on his body, looked at Nelson, and greeted with a grin, "Hello, Mr. Williams, introduce myself, my name is Lewis, Lewis Ogden, currently working in law Executive Division."

"The British Ministry of Magic?" Nelson asked, clutching his wand tightly.

"Look at what you said, can I still be a Muggle law enforcement clerk?" Lewis spread his hands and was about to get closer, but saw Nelson take a half step back, so he asked bitterly, "You retreat Is the half-step action serious?"

"I'm sorry to hurt you," Nelson took a half step back. "I changed my schedule. I don't plan to take the Cavaliers bus anymore."

"That doesn't prevent us from talking."

Nelson felt that the wizard in front of him was a bit annoying, but only with the Animagus just now, he could not tell what the other party had, so he had to put his hands in his pockets and asked politely.

"What do you want to talk about? I remember I haven't been tried by Wizengamore? Not to mention anything that needs to be implemented by your department."

"Sir, you are out of sight," Lewis rubbed his hands and whispered, "It's just that I myself want to know you."

"Sorry, I don't like men." Nelson frowned, pinched two small **** that could explode smoke in his left hand, and was about to leave forcibly.

"Okay." Lewis put away the greasy accent ~www.readwn.com~ and opened his hands and looked at Nelson earnestly. "I'm just curious, a guy who mingled with the dark wizard of Newmontgard. What do you want to do after acting alone?"

"What dark wizard? What are you talking about? It's just inexplicable!" Nelson didn't expect that he would be targeted by those people after just a while after entering the country. He asked in return, "Even if they are dark wizards, that's what I have What does it matter? We are just passers-by who meet up right by the water, do we still need to report to you for the itinerary?"

"No need, sir." Lewis said. "I heard my nephew say that you dropped out of school after a year at Hogwarts. What do you want to do when the principal is injured?"

"The principal is injured? Isn't it... you even have this for the record?" Nelson frowned, took some hands out of his pockets, and continued to ask, "If you work hard enough, you will know Principal Dippet He barely showed up at Hogwarts. What does his status have to do with the school? Of course, I dropped out of school for personal reasons. If I am guilty, please let Wizengamore come to trial me instead of letting you follow me. "

"I do not have--"

"I'll complain to the Ministry of Magic." As soon as the voice fell, Lewis's vision was filled with thick white smoke. When he ran out, covering his nose and mouth, Nelson was long gone. I am jumping to Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort Chapter 160, the pupa of the grimace moth, green reading-Hogwarts, my classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Net..., if it doesn't jump automatically Please click [Jump]

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