My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Give us a sample? Are the students at Hogwarts so funny?"

Durmstrang’s small flat head showed a gentle smile, and he looked like a smirk boy. He twisted his neck and seemed to be very interested in Nelson and Tom’s "proofing". He even took a step back and made one. "Please" right gesture.

"I just don't know if Hogwarts' tricks will be as good-looking as the Muggle magician you saw in London?"

"Hogwarts doesn't teach Muggle tricks," Tom shook his fingers at Xiaoping's head and chuckled. "Hogwarts only teaches useful magic."

The complexion of the students behind Xiaopingtou changed, which is equivalent to pointing to their noses and saying that Durmstrang’s teaching is a Muggle trick, which is intolerable to any student in a magic school. Some people even took a step forward in indignation, looking like they wanted to argue with Tom, or make two gestures.

But Xiao Pingtou stopped the eager classmates. He stared at Tom at the registration table, and his eyes swept between Nelson and Tom. His brows and cheekbones were extremely high, making the already deep eye sockets deep. Go down, as if a hungry vulture scans its prey over the Gobi.

"Useful magic? It's interesting." Xiaoping raised his arms and applauded lightly, and said, "Introduce myself, I'm Durmstrand's—"

"You don't need to tell me who you are." Tom interrupted him unceremoniously and said, "If you end up being Durmstrang's warrior, I will naturally know your name."

"Huh?" Xiaoping was stunned, and after a moment he laughed, "Interesting, really interesting, I thought there was only one person at Hogwarts, I didn't expect...very good, I am looking forward to the Triwizard Tournament. I will meet you."

"I started doing these things before the game," Tom shrugged, disapproving, "but I still honor your promise."

After that, he turned his head and looked at Nelson: "Are you coming first?"

"Let's go together." Nelson pinched the card in his hand with **** and showed it to Tom. "I have already written it. You hurry up."

"Okay Gnar."

Tom nodded, put his hand on the card in front of him, and with a light stroke, a string of sharp letters appeared on the card.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?" Xiaoping squinted his eyes, staring at the card in Tom's hand and said, "I remember you."

"Nal, I'm ready." Tom ignored the noisy little flat head, but made eye contact with Nelson. Seeing Nelson nodded, he raised the card in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Nelson grinned. It was really interesting that this guy and the Boothbatten girl just got together, one was three steps away from humans and animals, and the other had an outrageous look.

Under the witness of these two guys, Nelson and Tom held up the card with the name printed in their hands in a gesture that was extremely shameful in a card game.

"Speaking of which, you are Nelson Wiltning?" Xiaoping put in another mouth.

Hearing this name, the expression of the girl in the white dress not far away visibly solidified for a moment, and then took out a pair of peculiar round brown glasses from the pocket of the little boy next to them, put them on the bridge of the nose, and carefully looked at Nelson’s face. .

However, neither Nelson nor Tom paid any attention to Xiao Flathead's words, and the two of them handed the card in their hands into the air. All this seemed very ordinary, it was the simplest floating spell.

The surrounding Hogwarts students were confused at first, then disappointed. Some even yawned when they were sleepy. Everyone waited in front of the auditorium without breakfast. They listened to these people talking for a long time, but it was not like this. A dull scene.

After all, Xiaopingtou did not disappoint the surrounding audience. Just as the two people’s registration cards flew to the mouth of the Goblet of Goblet, the ring finger of his right hand held in front of his chest gently tapped on the forearm of his left hand and held it. The left hand of the wand also turned his wrist slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a black beam of light rushed out from the ceiling and shot directly at the two cards stuck together.

Nelson raised his eyebrows, and a slender paper bird flew out of the card and slammed straight into the beam above his head, but it only blocked the black light for a moment, as if it was immersed in strong acid with black foam. Shattered.

Xiaoping stared at the black beam penetrating the paper bird, showing a satisfied smile, and then it would penetrate the two annoying cards, making Durmstrang the real winner of this boring competition.

But his smile only hung for a second before it solidified, and the broken paper bird turned into a shard of a mirror full of crystals and reflections, like a cloud gathered by a mirror, as if it were originally made of glass. The black light was repeatedly refracted in the mirror cloud, and its power was constantly weakened, and even gradually split into countless small beams. He didn't even have time to react, and a cluster of black fog produced in the refraction spread to Demster, headed by a small flat head. Lang students rushed to cover them firmly.

The whole process took less than a second, but the situation has been greatly reversed.

Xiaoping had only time to tighten the muscles of his face. He quickly grasped the inner lining of the wizard robe with his left hand, turned and raised the hem of the black robe, and greeted the curse he had conjured with his back, obviously not tall. Human, but able to make the black robe cover the surrounding classmates, the black mist fell on the black robe in the next second, like raindrops falling into the lake, and disappeared after stirring up a thousand layers of ripples. He staggered forward. , His face was sullenly let go, and the black robe fell down, he turned around, put on the gentle smile at the beginning, and looked at the goblet of fire in front of him.

The green flame of the Goblet of Fire became more and more vigorous, and the registration cards of Nelson and Tom had been put into the cup.

"This trick is much better than the one just now," said Nelson, who had never said a lot with a friendly smile, spreading his hands, and asked Xiaoping, "Can you do that again? It's really good-looking."

Durmstrang’s team had a lot of **** little ghosts, and a guy with little recognition jumped out and shouted: "Don’t kick your nose—"

"Okay, Ka," Xiaoping straightened his collar, stopped the guy who had jumped out, and greeted Nelson, saying enthusiastically, "Hogwarts is really great. If you want to see some Durmstrand's Magic, I think we can make an appointment again. I admired your name a long time ago...Of course, we may not have this chance today. My classmates are very hungry."

"Okay," Nelson nodded and said without hitting the smiley man, "I wish you all enjoy your breakfast today."

"Thank you, we will go to the restaurant after we sign up."

Xiaopingtou turned to his side, and pulled the head of the little devil who had jumped back two steps, giving way to the auditorium behind them.

Nelson nodded, walked through the crowd with Tom, and walked towards the auditorium under the complicated eyes of the Durmstrang students.

"That's right," Tom suddenly stopped when he was about to leave the crowd, turned his head and asked, "What's your name?"

"Huh?" Xiaoping was stunned, showing a happy expression, "My name is Ludwig, Mr. Riddle."

"I remember, Ludwig... Mr.."

Tom turned around and followed in Nelson's footsteps.

"This is the first name, not the last name..." Ludwig added, but Tom didn't seem to hear this.

The auditorium this morning was extremely deserted. Almost everyone was surrounded outside. Only a few students who needed morning classes and some professors who didn't care about it were sitting inside.

Nelson glanced back over the hall door. The people around the Goblet of Fire had begun to take the cards in an orderly line, and the students from the other two schools were also honestly preventing the cards from lining up at the table, especially Dem. The students of Strong, under the command of Ludwig, lined up the line straight like an army.

"This guy is not bad," Tom commented after sitting at the Slytherin table. "That magic is a bit powerful. If it weren't for the special material of his robe, the students behind him might have been offended."

"Indeed," Nelson agreed. "The bird looks like paper, but the material is not bad at all."

"But that's black magic." Tom frowned, took two empty dinner plates and placed them in front of them, and began to order dishes at the long table. "Although the influence of black magic can be controlled, it's not when. You can use it whatever you want. It seems that Durmstrang’s style of study is indeed very different from ours."

"That's for sure," Nelson nodded, and said, "Dermstrang's great reputation is to encourage students to study black magic, which makes people who can't use black magic blatantly in other countries go there. In the long run, this This atmosphere will only become more and more prosperous."

"If it were me before, maybe I would still be interested in this school," Tom said with a curl of his lips, "but handing over the keys to black magic to a group of stupid people who have no self-control or discernment is simply a matter of time. Disaster, almost all the boys behind that guy are dark wizards."

"how do you know?"

"I know so much about black magic, I can smell them every few meters."

"It's terrible," Nelson laughed, teasing, "It looks like you have been influenced by Chris."

"What's her up to?" Tom said, burying his head in the meal, "Great wizards can control black magic, and those who are controlled by tools are not far from death, of course, they will smell of corpses. "

"But speaking of it, the dark wizard will indeed be more combative. According to Durmstrang's tradition, before the name of the warrior is announced, you should have an invitation to a duel..."

"I can see that everyone behind that guy is very excited." Tom said dismissively, "I don't know how to judge the situation, so Ludwig can have a little brain."

Thinking about it carefully, Ludwig was just helping his classmates find a place, but unfortunately he didn't look for a move. He was so angry but he could only smile. Thinking of his aggrieved appearance, Nelson smiled and shook his head.

"What are you laughing at? So happy." An energetic male voice came from behind, and Nelson felt his generous hand resting on his shoulder.

Nelson turned his head and saw Professor Slughorn's flushed and increasingly rich face. He was standing between the two of them, putting his hands on their shoulders, looking at them with spring breeze.

"professor."

When Nelson and Tom saw Professor Slughorn, they were about to get up, but he immediately pressed them down.

"Professor, is there anything good today?" Nelson asked curiously when he saw Slughorn's proud look.

"Yes, because of the influence of the Triwizard Tournament, the Minister has arranged for us a few places to subsidize students and internships, but this has nothing to do with you," Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows." After all, with your abilities, you don’t need this kind of opportunity."

"Able to accept your teaching is our best opportunity." Nelson licked the honey on his lips and complimented.

"Your understanding of potions, don't say such things, Nelson." Professor Slughorn was clearly covered with the words "I'm very useful" on his face, but he said with restraint, "You just did it. very nice!"

"You know..." Nelson shrank his neck. Is it going to be confinement in the first place?

"It's really good, it's getting more and more like a warrior," Professor Slughorn said cheerfully, with a plump belly, "It's almost time to catch up with my youth, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com did a great job, boys!"

"Sorry, Professor, for causing you trouble." Tom apologized sternly.

"Hahaha!" The walrus-like laughter echoed in the auditorium. Professor Slughorn bent down, lowered his voice, and chuckles, "Tom, you are not like the kind of person who knows that I shouldn't be troublesome."

"professor-"

"Well, Tom," Professor Slughorn raised his hand, rubbed his head vigorously, and said with satisfaction, "This is not troublesome. In fact, the more such troubles, the better. This is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. The competition has started from the very beginning."

"Really? Professor."

"At least for now, that's the case," Professor Slughorn nodded and said, "You may not know that Durmstrang has been at odds with us. I can secretly tell you that the last demon of our school The incantation professor was dismissed from Hogwarts because he was obsessed with black magic, and finally went to Durmstrang to teach. Of course, this is a matter of the previous generation."

"Could it be..."

"Yes, that's what you think," Professor Slughorn lowered his voice, "I think the warriors were born between you two, and then those who meet them will give me a cruel To fight."

"Not necessarily, Professor," Tom shook his head, "There are a few classmates, they are also very good."

"Believe in yourself... by the way, don't tell others." It seemed that Professor Slughorn was conscious of his failure to speak, and he hummed a song and left.

"Does the warrior arise between us?" Tom repeated these words playfully, suddenly turned his head and looked at Nelson with wide eyes, "Nal, come to predict, will the warrior be you or me?"

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