My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nal, beware!"

Newt's voice came from the small ball in Nelson's ears: "The intelligence is wrong. Everyone they come is silent."

Nelson looked at the empty seats next to him speechlessly, touched the still-hot armrest, and picked up the small silver ball used for transmission.

After reporting that he was safe, Nelson slandered: "You can speak a little later, and it will not be too late to write to me when I die."

As soon as the voice fell, an earthquake-like violent vibration spread throughout the castle. The floor of the auditorium trembled, and the people on the dance floor, the tableware on the table, and the band stage made of simple wood began to shake.

The music of the band came to an abrupt end, and Dumbledore raised his head and looked towards the dome. The vibration soon stopped. Except for some of the cups that were dumped, nothing happened in the auditorium.

"It seems that there was an accident in the program we prepared for everyone." Dumbledore's loud voice sounded in the auditorium. "The fireworks are set off early. Let's continue dancing. The music and dancing should not be disturbed by anything."

After all, a firelight appeared where he was standing, the firelight dissipated, Dumbledore disappeared, the band members picked up their instruments, and cheerful dance music sounded in the auditorium again.

"Fireworks?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, and all the Hogwarts professors who attended the prom disappeared. Only the communicative professor Slughorn remained in the auditorium and exchanged cups with the guests.

"No?" Nelson scratched his head. "Didn't it mean that Hogwarts prohibits apparition? Why did they all fly away?"

A huge roar came into the ears of everyone in the auditorium. The sound came from above. Everyone looked overhead. At some point, the dome of the auditorium was replaced by a transparent one, and the astrological map was replaced by a real brilliant starry sky. The fireworks in full bloom overwhelmed the light from distant stars.

"It actually actually set off fireworks."

Nelson raised his head, leaned his neck on the back of his chair, and admired this shocking firework show. The monotonous night was rendered by colorful fireworks, showing an unprecedented beauty. The disadvantage is that there seems to be magic. The curse was mixed in the fireworks, trying to fish in troubled waters.

"It's pretty pretty."

Jumping sweaty Tom appeared on the sidelines, sitting on the chair that had just been snatched by Grindelwald, unscrewing the stopper of butter beer on the table and drank it.

"Indeed, but I always feel that although the magical fireworks are more magnificent, the single-color Muggle fireworks are more imaginative."

"Come on, you haven't seen Muggle fireworks at all. You may have seen an explosion from an airstrike in London."

"..."

"By the way, I just asked, Durmstrang's warrior is a master of duel. If you want to use duel as your own'project', I suggest you prepare more." Tom killed a whole bottle of Butterbeer and grabbed it again. After a bottle, it seemed that he was really thirsty enough, and when his dry throat was sufficiently moist, he continued, "If you get killed by him, I will laugh at you for the rest of my life."

"Don't worry, my ‘express’ is coming, and you will be surprised," Nelson said dismissively, "what about a bet? I’ll bet I will knock him down within a few strokes."

"Huh?" Looking at Nelson's gleaming confidence, Tom thought for a moment, raised his right hand, stretched out five fingers, and said, "Five, within five spells, if you can't defeat him within five strokes, you When I was in school, I had to call me the'great Lord Riddle'."

"Five? You have confidence in me," Nelson shook his head and spit out mercilessly. "I can scream, can you hear me? It's too shameful, and if I win, what do you call me?" Great Lord Williams'? This is so dumb, I won't do it."

"Indeed..." Tom held his chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly slammed his right fist to his left palm, making a "pop", his eyes flashed with excitement and cunning light, "I know, I'll just call you' Great Dark Lord'! No, I will let everyone call you'Great Dark Lord'! It's settled, Gnar!"

"Do I need to sign an unbreakable oath with you?"

Nelson was too lazy to refute Tom, who seemed to be five years younger. He took the bottle of Butterbeer on Tom's table and glanced at the alcohol level that shouldn't be written on it.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Tom," Nelson spreads out his hands, "this doesn't seem to be butterbeer. The bottle you killed is equivalent to—"

"boom!"

Tom headed to the table.

"—Whiskey." Nelson took a napkin and put it on Tom's face. "I hope you will forget what you said tonight when you wake up."

"What's wrong with Tom?"

Walburga ran up in red, enjoying herself on the dance floor, and she looked content.

"Drank the wrong thing at the wrong time." Nelson picked up the bottle and shook it to Walbuga. At this moment, there were not many people left on the dance floor, only scattered people who could jump off. The two tall figures are unusually abrupt.

"Walbuga, can you help me or call your brother over. I think Tom may have to go to the school hospital. He has never ingested so much alcohol before."

Nelson had put up Tom's arm and cast a light curse on him, complaining to Walburga: "This dance party is also true. Can't there be any restrictions on alcoholic beverages? Let minors drink it? How bad."

"Really!" Walburga shook his fist, looking even more dissatisfied than Nelson, but she was not slow in taking Tom's other arm.

The two helped Tom towards the gate of the auditorium. McGonagall, who met halfway, seemed to be ready to go dancing with Myrtle.

"Gnar, you are braver than me, you should actually be this warrior..."

On the way to the school hospital, Nelson was attacked by the stairs again, and because of this staggering, Tom woke up a little, flushed, and said nonsense vaguely.

"The Warriors are not arranged according to their looks."

The lights were getting dim, and in a short while, the three of them reached the last staircase, and down this staircase was the school hospital.

"Hahahaha, you are drunk, Nar, do you think I look uglier than you?" Tom, who put his weight on the two of them, stretched out his hand and patted Walburga on the back of the head, "Weird …Why is your hair so long? But it doesn’t matter! You are braver than me. Really, you are much stronger than me in the things we have experienced together!"

"You guy..." The panting Nelson wanted to throw Tom down the stairs so that he could just roll to the door of Miss Joey's office and drink a bottle of Bone Spirit after the alcohol poisoning was resolved. "Could it be that Can you still understand the Triwizard Tournament better than the Goblet of Fire?"

"I don't understand, but Dumbledore..." Tom mumbled two more unintelligible words and dropped his head.

"Walburga, you can help him on my back, this narrow staircase is not convenient for the two of us to drive him," Nelson turned to look at Walburga, "By the way, you may have to pay attention to me. Recently, this staircase is like a demon, and it often targets me."

"Okay," Walburga helped Nelson carry Tom on his back, and asked curiously, "You two... do you usually do that?"

"Of course not," Nelson shook his head and stepped up the stairs. "We don't usually drink."

"I mean... nothing." Walburga shook his head, raised his wand, and carefully illuminated Nelson's feet.

"Tom, do you think you are worse than me?"

"No," said Tom, who was awake but not awake at all. "If the dragon is allowed to make his own choice, I believe he must choose me in the end, but...you know, he did that kind of thing."

"You are wrong, Tom, I can see clearly." Nelson shook his head and almost pushed Tom's head to the side. Fortunately, Walb supported him with the previous step. "You just think Professor Dumbledore will Doing this kind of thing, so he did it. In fact, you were the one who was selected by Hogwarts in the end."

Above Nelson’s head, a fat cat with a question mark on his face squatted on the squeaky chandelier. Beside it, a thin shadow was holding a wrench on the screw that fixed the chandelier, but saw The student at his feet sent his friend to the school hospital. After all, he slowed down his movements.

"I'm so kind, don't you think? Kitty cat."

The question mark turned his head to the side, not really wanting to talk to him.

…

"Albus, look, in order to help you solve this trouble, I can't even drink the wine I just fetched."

On the spire of the castle, Grindelwald knocked down a tile and built a simple platform to sit on, looking at the stars on the dark black lake in the distance, and said with a smile.

"..."

After arranging for the professor to return to the auditorium, Dumbledore returned to the place where the fireworks had just been set off again and saw Grindelwald sitting on the roof and counting the stars.

"Gellert, there are countless stars in the reflection," Dumbledore said quietly, standing in the air with his back to Grindelwald, "No matter how calm the lake is, there will be ripples, as long as it is enough to crush those. Reflection, the numbers you have counted will turn into a phantom that is even more unreal than a mirror image."

"Oh." Grindelwald simply answered him.

"Is this your warning? Or a threat?"

"Albus, do you think the number of stars really wants to count how many stars there are?" Grindelwald did not respond to Dumbledore’s guess, but said lightly, "How many stars are in the universe? The stars are just for counting the stars. If you don’t try, how can you know that the stars in the sky are innumerable?."

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Dumbledore felt the breeze blowing across his face, as if he was back to that, the morning when he hugged Grindelwald from the top of the Eiffel Tower, the evening breeze was very pleasant, but his face was hurt.

"It seems that they really have nothing to do with you." Dumbledore was relieved, "I think, even if you are extreme, you won't do such a foolish thing to die together."

"I still approve of Newt Scamander's skill in catching people." Grindelwald squinted his eyes and looked over Dumbledore's back to the forest in the distance, "If I only want yours. In the case of Norway, there are no more wizards left in Europe."

"If you could kill me that time, I can lock you up again."

Fortunately, there was no audience in their conversation, and it was almost two riddlers playing dumb riddles on the top of the building.

"I'm so happy," Grindelwald clapped his hands. "In terms of self-confidence, we can always reach a consensus as soon as we are today."

"Let's get straight to the point, Gellert," Dumbledore suddenly turned around and stared at Grindelwald with a torch, "I don't care what you want, I just want the children in this school to stay away from danger. "

"Of course, do you think what I did tonight is for this? I didn't expect those Muggle lunatics to be able to do this to this extent." Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "But have you ever thought about these things you want? The "child" who protects them is tougher than you think and doesn't need your protection at all?"

"Of course I know," Dumbledore gave an unexpected answer to Grindelwald, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "They don't need it, it doesn't mean that I can let go, Gellert, since you can see the future, why are you bothering me here in vain?"

"Oh?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, "Since this is the sincerity of this country, then I want a grand event."

"Yes." Dumbledore answered without hesitation.

"I want you to give everyone other than the Warriors the same grand stage."

"no problem."

"Put away your meaningless targets."

"I have never targeted anyone except you, Gellert," Dumbledore shook his head, "put away your meaningless guesses."

"Haha, interesting," Grindelwald said, putting a smile away and silent for a moment, "I want to know the whereabouts of Aurelius Dumbledore."

"I don't know more than you."

"I believe in you," Grindelwald nodded, "I want you to avoid Constance Rousseau's contact with Nelson."

"What do you want from him?" Dumbledore's eyes showed a sullen expression. "I can give you what you want and let him go."

"Let it go? I never thought about seeking something from a young wizard who had nothing. I just want to watch him get better and better."

"Good? What is good?" Dumbledore turned around and turned his back to Grindelwald. "If your goodness is based on you, then I can't imagine anyone can be worse."

"Do you want a duel? Albus, we have... we haven't seen it for decades."

"..."

"Well, change one. I want two tickets for the front row."

"..."

"Oh, yes, Albus, you did a great dance tonight."

"..."

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