My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Unexpectedly he was such a..." At the dining table, Tom was speechless after listening to Professor Bins's story. He couldn't think of an adjective to describe Professor Ghost's crazy thoughts during his lifetime. A little tomato pondered for a long time before he said: "Unusual character."

"Yes, Professor Bins has been teaching here since the day Hogwarts was founded," Nelson nodded and said, "Think about it, in those days, the wizards who could be favored by the Big Four, and How could it be an ordinary person?"

"I think he must be very powerful before he became a ghost." Tom dangled his fork, nodded firmly, and said, "But not necessarily, after all, he is not a teacher of spells or Defence Against the Dark Arts, but that is also very powerful! I think he at least has the level of Professor Slughorn."

"Is the dean a unit of measurement?" Nelson smiled, "but he is not an ordinary ghost, he can turn around with the handout every day, don't you think it is strange? The ghost can't touch the entity. thing."

"What?" Tom raised his head in surprise, and said, "I really don't know. To tell you the truth, I know very few ghosts. Apart from Professor Bins, only Ms. Gray of Ravenclaw, she can touch When it comes to things, although I don’t understand why sometimes she can touch things and sometimes she goes straight through."

"Is that so?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and said, "That may be the wizard's perception of ghosts, but Professor Bins is really good."

"Speaking of, Gnar, do I have to call you Lord Knight in the future?" Alphad finally finished eating the piles of steaks in front of him, jokingly, the young man didn't seem to stop his growing body for a moment. He has to consume a lot of energy every day, but adequate exercise did not make him obese. On the contrary, it made him mature and fit, just like a sculpture in an ancient Greek temple.

Nelson glanced enviously at Alphad's well-defined forearm, raised his head and said, "I think you can call me Sir Alex. You must be courteous when you see me in the future."

"Okay, Sir Alex." Alphad reached out his hand, grabbed one of the green powdered doughnuts on the table, raised it to the top of his head and pretended to take off his hat, causing everyone around him to roar in laughter. He picked it up. The two under the "hat" ate cleanly and said, "Well, the green tea taste is very strange... My sister asked me to ask you to go to the Quidditch game this afternoon? Classic Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, we With a new broomstick this year, it should be easier to fight against them."

"You should write a letter to Minerva to tell her about it," Nelson took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then cleaned it with a cleaning charm, folded it and tucked it back in her pocket, and asked, "You are chasing the ball. Hand or seeker?"

"I think he should be a batsman, he should be able to directly interrupt the opponent's broom if he sticks it down," Tom teased, pointing, "Alphad, you won't be a goalkeeper?"

"What's the matter with the goalkeeper? The goalkeeper is also an important member of a Quidditch team, as important as the seeker." Alphad argued, "Tom, Nelson doesn't know what I do. It’s understandable. You don’t even know. Look. So you never go to the game, I'm so sad!"

"Isn't I running out of time?" Tom waved his hand. "Now Gnar is back. He likes to watch Quidditch the most. You can invite him to watch your game in the future... Besides, I guessed that you are a goalkeeper. ?"

"I'm a commentator." Alphad's face was a little green, it looked like the doughnut was poisoned, "Did you forget? This is Nelson's prophecy!"

"Oh! I remember when you said that!" Tom nodded and said, then turned to look at Nelson, "Do you want to go?"

"Go, I'm fine in the afternoon. Ever since I found that Grindelwald often flies up and down in the sky on a broomstick, I have never watched a Quidditch game again." Nelson held his chin and looked at Alpha. De, asked, "By the way, where is your sister?"

"She took time off to go home and only came back this afternoon, so she came to let me ask you."

...

"The walking ball came into the hands of Gryffindor's Brown. He aimed at Malone who was sleepwalking in front of the goal!" Alphad's passionate voice came from the commentary. It is conceivable that in this tone, even "a The first-year Gryffindor fell asleep in Professor Bins's class. "This kind of trivial matter will also be explained by him so that the audience's blood is stunned. He shouted, "Good shot! This powerful arm, this angle!" I bet the evil guy Ma Long will lie down in the school hospital for at least a week...seriously, I am a little envious of him, and don't have to hand in homework for at least a week.

"Alphad!" Professor Slughorn warned in front of the commentary. He also came to the stadium today to watch the game in his academy.

"Sorry, professor! Classmates, we must study hard, even if the face is cracked by the stray ball... Oh! God!" Alphad suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "The ball flies very fast, to Malone The back of your head! You can't aim at this kind of place and hit—"

Alphad's voice froze, and with two consecutive loud bangs, the referee's whistle blew on the court.

"How could that guy Malone sleepwalk on the court? It turns out he was waiting for Brown early!" Alphad exclaimed, "He turned around and volleyed and hit the walker back with a skillful turn. What's wrong? Brown still Didn't get up? Looks like he has at least two broken ribs, a good job!"

Gryffindor's audience made a loud boo, and Professor Slughorn turned around again, glaring at Alphad.

"Well, brothers of Gryffindor, actually...oh, and sisters, I was just joking. We must resist and spurn this serious violation of sportsmanship," Alphad He immediately changed his words, "The shocked Gryffindor is like a lion that has just woken up from sleep. It is about to start hunting! Come on, Gryffindor! Take Slytherin to the school hospital! "

Now it was Slytherin's turn to boo him with Gryffindor, and Professor Slughorn reluctantly held his forehead and stopped looking at him.

"He's not bad, isn't he?" Nelson said, watching the game with relish.

"It's your prediction after all," Tom raised his eyebrows, continued to flip the book in his hand, and said without raising his head. "You may not have seen him riding a broomstick, as if he had only drank three tons of whiskey. Broom, fortunately you didn't say that he will become a member of the Quidditch team, otherwise he should go to the court to use his talents."

"The school has to thank me for protecting the stadium stands," Nelson shrugged, reached out and put the book in Tom's arms to the cover, and asked, "Mythology and Genealogy? What are you doing with this?"

"At least it's a bit more interesting than Quidditch." Tom yawned, took off his jacket and put it behind his back, leaned against the stands, and covered his face with the book "Mythology and Ancestral Genealogy", "I really see it." I don’t know Quidditch. I don’t even know if there are Golden Snitches, what is the point of having two teams shooting each other here? This sport is not team at all."

"Then you might as well find the book "Flower Cuttings and Fruit Tree Grafting", which is more interesting, at least practical."

Nelson nodded at the surroundings. Tom's words made the surrounding fans glared, but when they saw that it was Tom who was speaking, they closed their unopened mouths heartily.

"Yeah." Tom nodded and changed to a more comfortable position, which was already a dream.

"What's wrong with him? So sleepy?" Walburga leaned close behind Nelson and asked in a low voice. She caught up with the game, but did not squeeze into the seats next to Tom and Nelson.

"He didn't sleep well in the magic history class this morning," Nelson explained.

Walburga nodded clearly, expressing understanding.

"Goal again! Slytherin's offensive and defensive is simply impeccable! Even without the goalkeeper, Malone has already used a walker to knock the ghost flying towards the goal! Gryffindor chasers, play something! Use it! Don’t just think about saving the world with seekers!” The game became fierce again. The score has reached sixty to ten. Gryffindor is in a state of lagging behind by a large score, but the students of the Lions Academy But I don’t care about this point. It’s not uncommon in Gryffindor’s team history to be 100 points behind by a golden snitch. After a whistle, Alphad continued to explain passionately: “Very good! I was carried back. Brown fights with his injuries, what is he doing? Is he holding his stick in front of Malone? How dare he... Wow! Merlin’s toothbrush and toothpaste, sorry, Merlin doesn’t need a toothbrush and toothpaste, but! Anyway! This is a beautiful thing. A strong response to the ball!"

Gryffindor’s auditorium turned into a jubilant golden-red wave. Brown seemed to be aiming at Malone who had just injured him, but he hit the wandering ball at Bowen, who had relaxed his vigilance behind Malone. With the stick down, Slytherin has only one batter left.

"Brown, did you miss the ball? If not, I think I have fallen in love with you." Alphad waved his arms excitedly and shouted, "Are you single? If you like women, I can Introduce my sister to you, if you like men..."

"Alphad!"

A loud scream came from behind Nelson, and even Tom, who had just fallen asleep, was shocked. Walburga rolled up her sleeves and walked to the commentary stand angrily. She drew out her wand and looked like she was ready to clear the door.

"What's wrong with her?" Tom took away the book on his face, his face was full of unhappy being awakened.

"She is resisting arranged marriages." Nelson said meaningfully, "passing contemporary women's pursuit of independence and freedom--"

"Okay, I'm asleep, call me when I finish calling." Tom put the book back on his face, and within a few seconds, he picked up the book again and said, "If Slytherin is about to win, you can I screamed."

"What if you didn't win?"

"Then let me sleep until the end." Tom closed the book and fell asleep again.

"Sorry, sister, you are not good enough for Brown...No, no, I mean, he actually likes men—"

After a while, Alphad screamed in horror from the commentary, and even the game was interrupted for a few minutes.

When Walburga trotted back to his seat with his robe, and sat down in a ladylike posture, the people around him also moved away in fear.

"Nelson, you know, I usually..." Walburga leaned forward and explained to Nelson's ear, "I'm a very good person."

"I know I know." Nelson nodded repeatedly and said, "I will support you in whatever you want to do to Alphad. After all, he is your brother."

"Ugh……"

Walburga sighed. She also wanted ladies and didn't want to be irritable, but this brother always broke her heart.

The game continued. Slytherin, who was missing a batsman, was not caught up by Gryffindor. Instead, he became more brave in the battle, and his bloodliness was slowly stimulated. Instead, the difference between the two teams was slowly widening. The Golden Snitch had not been seen, and the score had reached one hundred and two to twenty. Under Malone’s strict defense, Gryffindor only scored two goals. In fact, their chaser was not too much under interference. More energy to find the ghost fly ball.

"Nelson." Walburga approached suddenly, biting his lip, and stuttered in Nelson's ear, "They want to see you."

"Who?"

"My family."

"Why? Are they going to help me introduce arranged marriages?" Nelson quipped. "What's so good about me?"

"They are afraid of omissions, so they want to discuss the details with you."

"What details?" Nelson shook his head and whispered, "This has nothing to do with me. You can tell them to find someone somewhere. If you don't believe it, they can go directly to any place in Germany where there are wizards. Someone will take them to Newmontgard, but it will be a bit slower."

"They also want to thank you in person..."

"Thank me for what? If they eat a delicious egg~www.readwn.com~ do they have to thank the chicken that laid the egg?" Nelson stole a famous quote and refused, "If there is anything They can ask you to tell me about the matter-if you want me to say, Walburga, you have to think about it for yourself, and you can't just do what they say."

"Sorry." Wohlburga exclaimed. The eldest girl who had been spoiled since childhood became more and more confused when she was about to graduate. She became more and more suspicious of what she could do without the family, which made her think that she was free. Seven years is meaningless, "I don't know what to consider for myself."

The sudden burst of cheers overwhelmed the conversation between the two. Nelson noticed that the score had come to one hundred and forty to twenty, and the one hundred and twenty points difference had almost declared victory.

"Wait a minute," he said to Walburga, pushing Tom awake.

"Have you won?"

Tom rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked that the book that covered the sun fell to his chest.

"One hundred and twenty points difference, if this can be lost, I--"

"What?!" Alphad jumped on the commentary platform and yelled hoarsely. "Dirk suddenly raised his head and started flying up. What did he find? Oh! What is that? Golden Snitch! Gryffindor's search for the ball I found the Golden Snitch!" My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 193 Quidditch Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Novel Reading Network.. .,If there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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