My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is it dead?"

Nelson bent down, picked up a piece of rubble that had been collapsed to his feet by the explosion, and threw it on the head of the basilisk.

"boom--"

The stone flew away quickly and bounced away at a faster speed.

"It's not dead, but it has become a lot better," Tom squeezed his hand, and the basilisk's eyes became deep and strangely pure black, causing Nelson to close his eyes unconsciously. He glanced at the stone to draw The parabola and the distant drop point, pondered for a moment, and said, "Your arm strength is pretty good."

"It's about the same as a professional athlete of my age," Nelson nodded. "I have been training hard."

The basilisk twisted strongly and weakened, and a black smoke floated from its forehead, slowly dissipating.

"It's good," Tom said with a light cough, "Can you take these... spears away? We don't need to stick them there now."

"Oh."

Nelson clapped his hands, the spear stuck on the ground gave out a burst of golden light, trembled violently, then rose from the ground, turned into a few streams in the air, and fell back into Nelson's pocket.

The basilisk that got rid of the shackles crawled out of the slough under the order of Tom, his body was covered with mucus, and some soft new scales slashed through the shrapnel left on the ground, leaving white scratches.

Tom raised his wand, muttering words, the red light in his eyes was more intense, and the same red light appeared in the basilisk's eyes. Two milky white pans stretched from the eyelids, covering those powerful pupils that could petrify everything. Up.

Then, like a marionette, it slid in front of Tom in a stiff posture, pressing its huge head against the ground.

This is a sign of surrender.

"Seriously, I feel aggrieved by it." Nelson looked at the basilisk lying motionless in front of Tom, and exclaimed. "It is said that the eyes of the basilisk are so powerful, but it is not even used today. Eyes."

"Isn't that the way to fight?"

Tom said without looking back. He raised his hand and placed it on the head of the basilisk. A cloud of black mist was pulled out by him and held it in his hand. Nelson glanced intently, and the black mist appeared to be like a snake. The shape, Tom waved his hands, and the black light in his palm disappeared with the snake-shaped black mist, but the basilisk who threatened to disappear was still lying in place, showing his humblest posture. Tom curled his mouth and walked towards Nelson, saying: There is no evenly matched confrontation. Since we know that its eyes are very powerful, then we will naturally not let it have a chance to use it."

"Yes," Nelson nodded. "Fighting is not the same as a duel. It's not that you beat me and I beat you after saluting... On the Muggle battlefield, if you see a group of enemies eating, do the first thing. One thing is to immediately take out the machine gun and shoot."

"I really don't talk about martial ethics." Tom yin and yang stunned.

"Aren't we?" Nelson smiled.

"Okay, it's time to repair the secret room." Tom maintained his master image for a while and immediately collapsed. He patted Nelson on the shoulder and walked in the direction of the statue. Break it."

"Ok."

Nelson shrugged and walked to the other side. The two wielded their magic wands. The fragments scattered on the ground returned one by one. The alchemy villains summoned by Nelson were grouped together separately.

"Right, Gnar." Tom's voice rang from across from Nelson, "You will not leave again this time, will you?"

"No," Nelson replied loudly, "Didn't I say that, this time I'm going to wait until graduation. I don't want to be a wizard without a diploma."

"Oh!"

The secret room became quiet, and the two were engaged in intense restoration work.

"By the way, Tom," he said in Nelson's voice that broke the silence this time. "I went to Hangleton and visited Riddle's house. Mr. Riddle doesn't seem to be in very good physical condition."

"Oh..." Tom was silent for a moment, and then said, "I once secretly checked it once. When he was young, he was hurt by too many potions. It is almost certain that he is an ecstasy."

"So that's it..."

"After escaping from... there," Tom couldn't hear the emotional voice again. "He tried many immature Muggle treatments for the pain of that incident, which caused irreversible damage to his nerves. , He has run out of time."

"Can you—"

"No," Tom still couldn't hear any emotions in his voice. He said in a flat tone and extremely slow speaking. "I asked Professor Slughorn and Miss Joey. His life is a candle in the wind. He is almost on the verge of exhaustion, and simply treating the illness may make him go to death faster... His weak life can only support such a weak body."

"Oh..." Nelson sighed and continued to ask, "I saw you and K-"

"By the way, Gnar," Tom interrupted him suddenly. He didn't really want to talk about what Nelson was talking about. Tom turned his head and asked loudly, "Did you get that grimace moth?"

"got it."

"When are you going to practice the Animagus?" Tom seemed to have found some valuable thing that had been destroyed, and suddenly kicked something.

"After taking the owls," Nelson thought for a while, and said, "I want to find a place where it is sunny at the beginning of the holiday and will start to rain heavily in more than a month."

"Yes, it's similar to the information I checked."

"What information."

"After I heard about it before, I also went to check it. I found a place that might meet your requirements."

"Where?" Nelson asked happily.

"Albania." Tom said briskly. "The weather in that place has been fine in June and July when the exams have been completed in recent years, but heavy rains will be frequent at the turn of summer and autumn."

"really?"

"It just so happens that I'm going to find something in the forest of Albania," even if he can't see Tom's face, Nelson can hear his excitement from his voice, "so that I can find something to do when I accompany you, no As for being too boring."

Whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, destruction is always easier than repair. This battle seems to last a long time, but in fact it only took less than half an hour, and repairing these damaged artifacts took the two of them an afternoon. .

Nelson was repairing the battle damage while cleaning the battlefield. Nagini crawled around boredly beside Tom, only the basilisk remained in a kneeling posture, motionless.

After an unknown period of time, Nelson took a step back and was hitting Tom's back. He turned around, saw Tom grinning, and smiled, "You are so thin, your lute bone pierced me."

"This is a healthy body," Tom rolled his eyes, and looked at the top of Nelson's head a little while standing up to his feet. "From the current mainstream aesthetics, height is more important."

"Humph." Nelson shrugged, noncommittal.

"Have you arranged it over there?" Tom asked, waving his magic wand, and a bookshelf full of charred bullet holes flew to the two of them. He stroked the burn marks on the bookshelf, his eyes full of distress, "I will go ahead." I have seen the antique shop in Diagon Alley, and there is a one that is older than mine and of worse quality, which can sell for more than 5,000 gallons.

"What do you know, war-damaged antiques are more chronological." Nelson curled his lips and said with his teeth and claws. "Imagine what historians will outline when they find that this bookshelf is full of bullet holes. A story? If it can be linked to important historical events, it will definitely be worth more!"

"Is that so?" Tom asked suspiciously. "Why don't I believe it?"

"It's not important," Nelson said, rubbing his stomach. "Let's go to dinner. I'm hungry. I have to go through the back-to-school procedures after dinner."

"Okay," Tom asked, throwing the bookshelf aside, "has Aberforth not done it for you?"

"His biggest hobby is to play with his brother," Nelson shrugged. "It is said that Professor Dumbledore planned to keep my student status directly. It is calculated based on my three years of studying at Hogwarts, but he has to do it. This bar."

"Hahaha." Tom clapped his hands and applauded for Aberforth. "It's really amazing."

"Right," Nelson walked indifferently to the gate of the palace, opened his arms, and some alchemy villains holding various **** rushed towards him from the shadows, lining up and jumping into their coats. In his pocket, he maintained his movements and said, "Fortunately, the procedures are not troublesome, otherwise I would really have to drink butter beer in his pig's head bar to make money."

"Well, but you have to meet with Dumbledore. He is now acting as the principal's job," Tom said with a flat mouth. Seeing all the alchemy villains around Nelson disappeared, he stepped forward and put Nelson's shoulders on him. Walked to the exit of the secret room, "Of course, it is more important to eat."

"Speaking of which, I kind of miss Hogwarts pumpkin juice."

"Don't miss tomatoes?"

"No, thank you." Nelson waved his hand. "I quit."

...

"Nelson, I always wanted to thank you in front of you," Alphad shook Nelson's hand vigorously at the table, raised his eyebrows, and said, "That thing is really good."

"It's okay," Nelson said, raising his eyebrows intentionally, "I knew you must need it."

"what?"

Walburga grabbed her younger brother. The conversation between these two riddlers made her uncomfortable. However, Yu Guang felt Tom's gaze. She coughed softly and gently let go of her younger brother, acting like a lady. Eat small bites of lettuce on the table. After three years of growth, Walburga got her wish and became the beautiful girl she had longed for, but this pretty girl must not speak to her brother, otherwise she would be revealed in an instant and become a grumpy girl. Magical animals.

Alphad’s changes are quite unexpected. Everyone thinks that he will grow into a boring macho with curly blond hair and wheaten skin. Not to mention that he can run horses on his arms, and at least he has to raise the statue with one hand, but Alpha De has become a gentleman, wearing gold glasses, handsome and even a little girlish custard boy. I have to say that the appearance of the Black family has never disappointed, but only familiar people know that. He looks like a good baby, and there is so much bad water hidden in his stomach.

The Slytherin students around were eating and casting curious gazes here. The lower grade students hadn’t seen this senior classmate, and the people who knew Nelson were surprised at the sudden appearance of this guy who had disappeared for three years. They were talking in low voices, but as Tom glanced around, the guys who were talking closed their mouths.

Nelson noticed this scene and raised his eyebrows.

"Professor Slughorn is watching you." Tom poked Nelson with his arm and whispered.

"I saw it," Nelson lowered his head and whispered, "I'm going to find him after dinner. It's too embarrassing right now."

"But I feel that with his character, he will come to you soon."

"Should he not come to you?" Nelson leaned back tactically and said, "Mainly, I learned a bit badly in potions. He doesn't seem to like me very much."

"Since you signed two consecutive articles on "Transfiguration Today" last year, he has begun to conceive a story about how to discover the talents of a Muggle-born little wizard who was born in Transfiguration. He published an independently completed article ~www.readwn.com~ and he has already started to tell others."

"Yes." Alphad interrupted, "Didn't we often copy your homework when we were in the first grade? He even told others that he acquiesced to this behavior because he thought that letting us copy your homework would allow I learned something more useful...such as a flash of inspiration."

"There is such an operation?" Nelson couldn't laugh or cry.

"That's it, and since you left, everyone has been painful to do homework," Alphad nodded seriously, gave Nelson a funny gift, blinked, and said, "My Lord Dark Lord, everyone is welcoming. Your return."

"hiss--"

Nelson took a breath, and the gazes around him that he could adapt to just now suddenly made him feel thorns on his back, so he stood up, quickly grabbed a piece of bread, and said, "I suddenly thought that there is still—"

"Oh!" A big hand suddenly pressed his shoulder and grabbed him. Nelson raised his head and saw a walrus-like chubby, bald middle-aged man exclaimed with joy, "This is not my proud protégé Williams. Sir? When will you come back, I don’t know to tell me in advance, let the teacher pick you up."

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