My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh, Gnar, you are here!"

Tom, who left the principal's room, happened to meet Nelson who was waiting at the door. He stepped forward quickly, took Nelson's shoulder, and dragged him into the empty classroom that he had just left.

"What's the matter, Tom?"

Nelson stood where he was just now again. After standing for a long time, he simply drew a chair and sat on it.

"I want to tell you one thing. I just went to the lounge to find you. Alphad said you went to Minerva's office. I didn't expect you to be here too."

Hearing Tom's words, Nelson looked at the door cautiously, fearing that McGonagall would appear again. Two paws patted the two confinement notices on the two people's heads, and then sent the sentence "Please call me Professor McGonagall".

"Coincidentally," there was no one in the hall, but Nelson still waved his wand and the classroom door slammed shut. He turned his head, looked at Tom, and said, "I have something to tell you too."

"Let me say it first!" Tom replied excitedly.

"Okay." Seeing Tom's interest so high, Nelson shrugged and made a "please" gesture, "You first."

"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat and organized the language by the way. "That's it. This morning, Minerva found our three participating warriors and asked us to give us a name."

"A name?" Nelson's eyebrows moved.

"Yes, a name, the person who impressed you the most among the students in the same school."

"The person who impressed me the most?" Nelson raised his eyebrows higher and higher.

"No, no, Minerva said this," Tom explained, "I mean, the person who impressed me the most."

Nelson saw that Tom looked like this, and he thought of what Sigmund had just told him. He had probably guessed what it was, but he was not eager to break Tom’s excitement. He just followed his words and said, "You said Who is it?"

"Oh, Gnar, you didn't guess it!" Tom pretended to lower his voice mysteriously, and said, "I studied the schedule of the Triwizard Tournament. The three most frequently occurring events are wizard duel, puzzle solving, and Against magical animals, wizard duels occur most frequently. Almost every five Triwizard Tournaments will have three wizard duels, so I guess that wizard duels will most likely become our first project, and Minerva let us The name reported is likely to be our duel assistant."

Tom finished speaking such a long paragraph in one breath, took a big breath, and looked at Nelson with triumphant eyes.

"But Tom, have you forgotten? The duel event in the Triwizard Tournament is different from the official wizard duel. There is no assistant."

"I know, but Minerva said that the three principals intend to make adjustments to the previous competition system. It is very possible to add assistants," Tom paused and continued, "Of course, I chose you only because you are The strongest student at Hogwarts has nothing to do with your loss. After all, it is the loss of the audience and the competition to hold someone like you in the audience... I just don’t want a fool to drag me. It’s nothing more than the hind legs, so you don’t have to worry about it at all."

"Tom," Nelson's eyebrows were about to fly above his head. Tom was still so speechless. He was silent for a moment, and finally he said, "The strongest student at Hogwarts... isn't it you?"

"Uh-" Tom didn't know how to pick it up for a while, and the two fell into an embarrassing silence. In the end, Tom stood up and broke the silence, "Well, I admit, I want you to participate, it seems You seem to want to participate."

"In fact, it's okay. Professor Bins suggested that I participate. In fact, for me..." Nelson looked at Tom's face trying to sort out his words, stopped talking, and said, "Thank you, Tom, I'm very happy."

"Really?" Tom's expression relaxed, and he asked happily, "Gnar, you will help me, won't you?"

"Yes it is."

Nelson stared into Tom’s eyes. The deep and clear black eyes were filled with the desire to win. He understood Tom’s eyes in an instant. He was full of magic power, mastered superb magic, but never Known everywhere, Nelson has at least the honor of being the youngest author of "Transfiguration Today", but Tom, really counting, he has nothing.

Before this semester, Tom actually rarely pursued victory so deliberately, because for an outstanding person like him, no matter whether he worked hard or not, victory would always come to his own hands. Through his recent understanding, Tom discovered that two people have Value opponent.

Nelson didn’t know what Tom saw in the principal’s office this morning that made him so excited, but whether it was because of his youthful heart or his determination to win glory for the school, at this moment Tom exuded a desire to survive that he had never had before.

"Yes, Tom, I will," Nelson nodded. "Actually, what I want to say is also related to the Triwizard Tournament."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Tom was intrigued all of a sudden.

"You may not know, I went to Minerva's office in the morning and was confined." Nelson said.

"I know, Alphad told us," Tom said with a smile, "It is said that it was because the right foot stepped into the transfiguration classroom first."

"It's actually the left foot, of course, mainly because I asked her if she lacks a partner," Nelson waved his hand. "But it's not important. The important thing is that after leaving her office, I received a letter from New York. special."

"Newt?" Tom asked, "Speaking of which, isn't he a judge of this Triwizard Tournament?"

"No, he is just a guest. The judges asked for the exam to pass, but he is a Hogwarts undergraduate and did not take the exam."

"Doesn't that mean that the only wizard in the UK can't be a judge?" Tom smiled.

"That's true," Nelson nodded and continued, "It's just a pee note. It says that we are invited to two broomsticks on Wednesday afternoon. He wants to invite us to dinner, and Felius, he specifically asked me to call. you."

After all, Nelson took a note from his arms and handed it to Tom.

"Oh yes, Filius is here too." Tom took the note and thought of the little figure on the podium. It seemed that he was really not interested in anything except the candidate of the warrior. "It's been a long time. They are."

"You can see what they wrote."

"Let me see." Tom opened the note and began to read it.

"...I'm glad that the warrior of Hogwarts is the Tom we are familiar with. Although I haven't dealt with Filius much before, we quickly got acquainted with people we know together. We all agreed that Tom might Need some little help..."

Tom raised his head. This time he finally paid attention to something other than the Warriors candidates. "Cheating has always been a fine tradition in the Triwizard Tournament."

"This is not cheating," Nelson said, sitting aside. "When everyone cheats, cheating becomes part of the exam."

"This is cheating after all, this, this is really—"

Nelson coldly looked at Tom, who was intoxicated in the performance. In the days when Nelson was away, he was the savior who preached to Alphad and others, and was called the "second-generation dark king."

"This is really great. Is there a class on Wednesday afternoon? What class is it coming from?" Tom thought for a while, "Oh yes, it's a divination class. Go back to Mrs. Clemence at night and write a fake note, just write our prediction If we go to class, the two of us will suffer a **** disaster."

"You're such a genius." Don't say, Mrs. Crimmans really took this set. Nelson looked out the window, looked at the position of the sun, and said, "It's not early, there is one more thing, we Talk as you go."

"Are you going to eat?" Tom also looked at the sun outside the window.

"Go back to the bedroom. I have a dozen breads. I bought them in New York. It doesn't taste bad," Nelson said. "I want to go back soon and write a letter, and the person will send my things back."

"Okay." Tom nodded, opened the classroom door, and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

"Besides, I don't know why, I have an unknown hunch."

"The question mark tore your sheets?"

"Hi..." Nelson took a breath, "Speaking of the question mark, I almost forgot about it. It won't become a wild cat anymore."

"A master like you is really irresponsible."

"Look! Is that it?"

Nelson pointed to a corrective figure that crossed over his head. The next second, the overhead chandelier made a creaking sound. The moment Nelson set up the barrier, the overhead chandelier crashed down.

…

"I didn't expect this Durmstrang principal to be such a person." In front of the Slytherin lounge, after listening to Nelson's narration, Tom said with a complicated expression, "At first I thought he was trying to trick you. In the game, I even think that if the dragon moves slowly, he even wants to arrange two warriors for Hogwarts."

Nelson grumbled his teeth. Judging from his current illness, Sigmund might really be able to do such a thing.

"This Triwizard Tournament is mainly led by the British Ministry of Magic and Newmontgard. If Grindelwald has not done anything, I absolutely don't believe it." Tom continued, "So who is the person doing things? Isn't it you?"

"No, he didn't tell me anything." Nelson recalled the last time with Grindelwald, and suddenly remembered a malicious suggestion. He looked at the door and asked, "Right, Prefect Riddle , What's the password for this week?"

"Honor." Tom said casually to the portrait at the door.

"Welcome home, Mr. Riddle, Mr. Williams." The person in the painting said vigorously.

"By the way, Gnar, if Sigmund or someone is really undercover in Newmontgard, will you cooperate with them to deal with Hogwarts?"

Before entering the lounge, Tom threw a soul torture to Nelson.

"What's an international joke? First in the game, second in friendship," Nelson said with a shrug. "I only care about the winner."

"what?"

Nelson pushed hard and the door of the lounge opened slowly.

"I mean, I only care if you win in the end." He stepped forward, his voice drifting into Tom's ears.

"This is probably the least suspenseful thing." Tom muttered, and followed Nelson in.

Nelson and Tom walked into the lounge one after the other, and they saw a grand gathering. A group of people were sitting around the unlit fireplace and discussing something. They did not hear the movement of the lounge door. They walked away. Near the crowd, Alphad's voice came from inside.

"I found it!" Alphad's voice came from the top of the stairs leading to the bedroom. "During the holiday, I had a relative who went to Newmongaard and took a precious photo. It was Newmongaard. A statue of Pythia in front of the largest library in Germany is said to be because Grindelwald himself admires it very much—"

"Hey!"

With a duck call, Alphad’s voice stopped abruptly. He almost rolled down when he ran down the stairs because he couldn’t hold his feet. His eyes were fixed on the two Nelson and Tom who appeared at the entrance of the lounge. Although he almost fell, his eyes didn't dare to look away at all.

He held the handrail tightly with one hand, while maintaining the motion of waving the photo with the other hand, he froze in place, as if a winged Dapeng was about to spread its wings and take off. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The Slytherin students who noticed him slowly turned their heads and saw Nelson and Tom standing behind them with their wands with friendly smiles on their faces.

"Goooo—"

There has never been such a neat throat in the world, and perhaps there will never be again in the future.

They turned their heads again neatly and turned to Alphad who seemed to have been petrified.

"At least he didn't say that we took Mr. Black." Nelson whispered.

"I think Mr. Black would be very sad if he knew that he was just a relative of Alphad," Tom shook his head, raised his wand, and pointed at Alphad. "Photos are coming!"

He used this sentence in English, but achieved the same effect as the curse. Alphad put down his sorely raised right arm, threw the photo into the air, and slowly flew towards Tom and Nelson under the control of his floating curse. Come.

Under the reflection of the water of the Black Lake and the lights of the lounge, his already pale face seemed to be painted with a thick green paint.

"They are all done."

"Gnar, it seems that you can only tell me the test of your preparation after the game," Tom strode forward, "how simple other people's projects are, but with you, I don't want to cheat."

"This is a report from the Daily Prophet, and everyone can see it!"

Alphad was still quibbling, but his words seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"Well, you have to be careful," Nelson said with a smile as he watched Tom walk towards Alphad's back. Then he raised his voice and walked towards the group of Slytherins. "Boys, let me see See what newspapers you are reading that are good for your physical and mental health."

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