My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Woo, I really just went home to have a look, my hometown is here, woo..."

　　Troca, the owner of a vampire bar in London, is sitting on Bogin Bok, with a basket of bread and a few plates of vegetables and meat in front of him, sobbing with red eyes.

His clothes are in tatters, the original style is no longer visible, the whole body is dirty, and the color of the clothes is not visible. The exposed skin is covered with wounds that have healed or are healing. Those are visible to the naked eye. The speed heals are all small scratches, as if they had just been thrown into the thorn bushes and rolled around.

　　 Don’t get me wrong, he is not crying. Normal vampire’s eyes are already flushed. The reason why he speaks with a crying voice is only because his mouth is full of food.

　　 He even ignored the process of swallowing food, just stuffing his mouth, this appearance has completely transcended the vampire race, and he is officially heading towards the starving ghosts.

　　 "Can vampires eat?" Nagini couldn't bear his curiosity and asked in a low voice in Nelson's ear.

"Woo...this lady," Troca swallowed the food that was full of dangdang, and took time out of her busy schedule to answer, "Vampires can eat, but blood is far from effective, I I need to fill my stomach, and later go to the forest to catch some fresh blood food."

　　 "Vampires have a very sensitive hearing." Nelson added, looking at Troca who was gobbled up again, it was difficult for him to connect the downcast homeless man in front of him with the handsome bar owner who had a relationship.

"Are you going to catch an animal in the forest?" Tom, who was taken by Nagini's stool, stood aside holding his hand, twitching his mouth and looking at Troca, his eyes full of disgust, "I thought Vampires who pretend to be nobles only drink human blood."

"This way faster." Troca raised his head and reluctantly defended. "I don't usually do this. After all, there is no high-quality blood food around. You may not know that most people's blood tastes like this. The quality is very poor."

He hiccuped without image and patted his stomach with satisfaction, which was very different from the image Nelson saw in the bar for the first time. He secretly looked around, licked his lips, and seemed to be thinking about the number of people present. How does it taste, but after carefully weighing the risks, Troca’s eating habits have become animal blood very firmly.

　　 "Isn't there one under your ass?" Tom curled his lips and slanted his eyes to indicate that Troka's chair is a big living person, adding, "But don't **** him dry, I still have some questions to ask him."

"Under my butt?" Troca reacted, looking at Bogin Bock, who was tightly **** with a cane underneath his seat, and retched suddenly, "Oh...this is not a human being, he went to his own Poisoned in the blood!"

　　 "Poison into the blood?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, stretched out his leg and gently fiddled with the motionless Bogin Bok with his toes, and asked, "Did you **** his blood?"

　　 "Yes," Troca's eyes were full of regret, "When he attacked me by the forest at first, we were both humbled—"

When he glanced at Rowena, who was passing by, his words suddenly stopped, and he swallowed and continued, "In order to avoid more damage to the beautiful forest, that kind and beautiful lady took away this lunatic's wand. And separate us briefly."

"So you've been entangled with a wizard without a magic wand for so long?" Tom tut surprised. "I didn't expect that Borgin Bock was a figure comparable to Dumbledore, who could beat an adult vampire with his bare hands. such!"

"I am not! I don't!" Troca shook his head vigorously, "We vampires have a special magic that can temporarily control the bitten person through blood sucking, but when I inhale his blood, I feel weak. It’s like eating a bite of a summer’s aging garbage in the sewer next to a pub..."

Tom hooked his fingers, and one of the vines that bound Bogin Bork was broken. On the bare pale skin, a small blood trace slowly emerged, and a drop of dark red thick blood was squeezed out of the wound, sticky. There was no dripping until the scab was formed.

　　 Tom looked at Nelson and nodded slightly.

"How could he know the smell of a summer's old garbage in the sewer?" Nagini, who became a little bit ridiculous because he re-mastered the language function, began to whisper to Nelson again, "I have been in the sewer for so long. I don’t even know what it tastes like."

The hearing-sensitive Troca glanced at Nagini, looking as ugly as eating garbage in the sewers, then turned to face Tom, and continued, "His blood is really poisonous, not just because it tastes bad, I take a bite. I almost got poisoned by him...Wait, what did you just say?"

　　 "What do you say?"

　　 "Did you just say that his name is Borgin Bock?" Troca's face was full of suspiciousness, "How do you know his name is Borgin Bock? Did he tell you too?"

"Isn't it?" Tom felt that the vampire might have hurt his brain because of hunger, and was already a little impatient, but he still patiently explained, "You may not know that Bokin Bok is a magic shop in Knockdown Alley—— "

"Of course I know!" Troca interrupted Tom, which made his expression even more unpleasant, but he didn't notice Tom's expression at all, and just said to himself, "How can we creatures in the dark place? Don’t deal with Knock Down Alley? I’ve seen Bogin Bok! More than once! He told me more than once that he is him, but I’m sure this guy is definitely not the Bogin Bok I’ve seen!"

"Ok?"

Nelson and Tom lowered their heads at the same time, staring at the motionless person under Troka's buttocks. Except for the vine that was just cut apart by Tom, only his nostrils and eyes were exposed, and those two eyes were familiar to them. As if they were breaking up, one looked emptily forward, and the other eye with small pupils but with breathtaking blue light was turning frantically, turning to the back of his head from time to time, observing the surrounding environment at a glance.

"What's your name?"

　　 Nelson got up from the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, walked carefully to the blue magic eye, and slashed the cane that sealed his mouth with his wand.

　　 A pair of thick lips that were completely different from the impression slowly appeared, and the bound person couldn't wait to speak:

　　 "My name is Bojin Bok."

　　 "The sound is different," Tom commented.

　　 "But the intonation is exactly the same." Nelson added, "The words, the pronunciation and the emotions are all exactly the same."

　　 "Bojin Bok should be dead."

　　 "Maybe the Horcrux was not destroyed. It regenerated on the fragments of the soul, and got a body."

　　 "Karaktakus's Horcrux?" Tom reached into his pocket and found a small lead box full of engraved inscriptions. "Here is that eyeball."

　　 "He may have many Horcruxes, just like Helbo." Nelson said, "It turns out that when a person is crazy enough, his soul can split many times."

　　 Hearing Haierbo's name, the crazy eyeball paused.

Tom nodded thoughtfully, and pulled his wand out of his sleeve to point to the lead box. With the sound of gears rubbing, the lead box was slowly opened under the drive of the spring. A well-preserved one was in the eye socket of the person who was bound on the ground. The azure blue eyeball that was exactly the same lay quietly inside.

After he took out the lead box, the suspected Bogin Bork did not do anything special, but when Tom opened the lead box, he began to struggle violently, even directly throwing Troca sitting on him. To the ground.

　　 "Give it to me." He said the most urgent words in the most plain tone, like a printed letter.

"You don't seem to understand the current situation." Tom closed the lead box, threw it aside, bent down, and looked at the people on the floor playfully. "I don't know why you say you are Bogin Bock. But since you have used this name, you have to pay for it. Now, you are the one who was **** and thrown on the ground."

"Let me see what you look like." Nelson held his wand and gently slid across his face. A crack appeared, and the cane spread out along the fracture to both sides, under the curious gaze of the two. , A face that was unremarkable except for the eyes appeared-a face that was lost in the crowd and would hardly be found a second time appeared in front of the two of them. Nelson said softly, "You may not have thought, The person by this name has a big grudge against us."

"I..." The man who claimed to be Borkin Bork finally had some emotions in his words. This was a human instinctive fear, but soon his tone became plain again, "You are Chamberlain and Karkaroff, This is the source of my familiarity."

　　 "Huh? Is it really you?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, and began to wonder how Borgin Bok had escaped his birth and changed his face.

"But this is just your pseudonym." Bogin Bok said without thinking about it, "Nelson Wiltning Williams, there is a picture of you in the 1943 annual collection, you The topic of the thesis is Harmony, and the recommender is Minerva McGonagall."

　　 "Unexpectedly, you are still a dark wizard who loves to learn." Nelson raised his eyebrows.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." Borkin Bok turned his eyes to Tom, "Horace Slughorn's proud protégé, a regular visitor to the Slug Club, and a destined Hogwarts graduate. "

　　 "Are you a narrator?" Tom frowned.

"I thought you got rich because you got financial support from a big family. Now it seems that selling antiques in Knockdown Alley as Chamberlain is your real source of income. No one has ever connected you together... The Gunter family is a direct descendant of Slytherin, so it is logical that you have Slytherin's treasure."

"what do you want to say?"

"I know your true identities. This must be something you don't want to expose. If you don't realize it, then the result will definitely not be what you want to see," Bokin Bok wanted to make a winning expression, but stiff. But his facial muscles are not enough to support him to make such a move. "Our interests do not conflict, and even have a lot in common. Last time Karaktacus Bok and I paid a sufficient price. We completely You can take what you need. You two weak people, no matter how powerful you are, you should not refuse our help."

　　 "Interesting," Tom tossed the lead box in his hand, showing an expression of "I am very interested", and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

　　 "Give me that eye!" Bogin Bock's breathing became heavy, he closed his mouth and swallowed hard.

"What else?" Tom raised his eyebrows, his hand slipped, and the lead box fell to the ground, "Slytherin's treasure? Slytherin's magic? Or you guys wanted to kill something we had to get before. ."

"This is my sincerity~www.readwn.com~Bojin Bok tried to make a sincere appearance, and said respectfully, "Our previous behavior must make it difficult for you two to trust again, but please believe that we have Recognize yourself. "

　　 "Really don't need anything?"

"If you want to get in touch with us more closely," Bogin Bok was silent for a long time and said with the crazy blue eyeball staring at Tom above his head motionlessly, "You may be able to provide us with some trivial help. , Such as some magic that can be obtained, potions or antiquities that you want to replace something else, and even some information, such as I just heard the name of the great Helbo... if you want more For related or other valuable information, I guarantee you can get everything you want."

　　 "I have some valuable news," Nelson said suddenly.

　　 "What?" Bogin Bok asked eagerly.

"Do you know when people who have been masked will take off their masks?" Nelson asked, before answering, "When there is no need to pretend, for example, I would feel that there is no need to be conservative when facing a dead person. Secret, because I can make the dead unable to speak."

　　 "I can definitely pass on your true identities." Bogin Bok said confidently, "I don't mind your offense, as long as—"

"As long as I can catch them, right?" Nelson raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Several mayflies wrapped in mist flew towards him from the forest with translucent eyeballs. "By the soul Fragments of escaping to convey the news? The class is stupid."