My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"I think I need to... clean it now."

Dumbledore's expression was a little nervous. He stood up, walked to the closet against the wall, and opened the cabinet. Inside was an ancient basin stand. The empty meditation basin was placed in the cabinet. He raised his wand and uttered a spell: "Clear water is like a spring."

The clear water flowed from the tip of the stick and fell into the basin, and he actually washed his hands in the meditation basin.

"Professor, what are you?" Nelson stood up in confusion.

"We should have enough respect for one of the great wizards who created Hogwarts," Dumbledore carefully washed his hands in the basin, let them dry naturally in the air, and walked back to the desk. , Gently pull the bow that has passed thousands of years, "Look, Nelson, good things can often stand the test of time, such as this easy-to-open knotting method."

The portraits of the principal behind Dumbledore made a sound of approval. Before Dumbledore opened the oil paper, they took the time to tidy up their collars, and they were about to make a good impression on Salazar Slytherin.

Nelson's expression was a little strange. In fact, he tied the knot. The string used to bind the oil paper has been corrupted by time. This string was drawn from the chair cover in the lounge.

"Albus, or wait," Phineas cried strangely, "I feel that my gold brooch has faded a lot. It looks like a cheap piece of copper. Can you give me some gold powder first? ."

"Phineas, if you use this energy to manage the school, I don't think you will be rated as the'most unpopular principal ever'," the female principal beside him, Dairis Dewant, held A long and thick wand like a cane, as if to rush into Phineas’ frame and hit him, "When the principal Slytherin comes, I must tell him how he corrupted his school and his college. !"

"Dailys, you can't talk nonsense," Phineas waved his hand quickly, tucked in the corner of the frame and fiddled with his collar. "When I was in office, the quality of school teaching improved a lot!"

The two principals quickly became involved in the debate about "what is more important to students’ likes and their grades?"

"Wait, what should we call Salazar Slytherin?" A principal in the corner interrupted the dispute between the two and asked, quieting the principal's office within a second. His name is Quentin Trimbull, this is a gloomy man with a face that seems to be thinking all the time, and the questions he raises are also in line with his identity as a thinker, "Hogwarts in the era of the Big Four But if there is no principal, should it be called a professor? Or Salazar, or Lord Slytherin?"

"Uh..." The principals fell silent, and a principal from Slytherin proposed, "How about you call Dean Slytherin?"

"It sounds like you call the Transfiguration Professor the Transfiguration Teacher," Dairis shook her head and looked at Dumbledore. "Albus, what do you think we should call him?"

Listening to the principals bickering like this, and the ball was finally thrown into Dumbledore's hands, Nelson found it very fresh. He tried to squeeze a smile, but in the end he gave in, bowed his head, and hid his smiling face.

"I think we'd better ask for my own opinion." Dumbledore pulled off the bow, and the old oily paper made a ripping sound. A frame made of heavy black wood appeared in front of the principals. Dumbledore was deep. Taking a breath, uncovering the oil paper covering the canvas, an old man like a goat flashed in the portrait and disappeared.

Looking at the luxurious decoration on the canvas, Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

"Oh, sorry." Salazar Slytherin in the new clothes reappeared on the canvas, sitting on a chair with beautifully carved reliefs, raised his hand, smiled and said hello, "I just went After changing your clothes, are you the current headmaster of Hogwarts? Mr. Dumbledore."

"I'm the acting principal." Dumbledore nodded, and shook his head. "The current principal is Professor Armando Dupete. He is so entangled in some things that he can't get rid of his position, so I will act for him. "

Dumbledore carefully looked at the goat-like old man in front of him. This Slytherin portrait was not very similar to his most widely circulated image. People could not help but doubt his authenticity, but seeing him At first glance, Dumbledore had determined that this was Salazar Slytherin, one of the Big Four.

"Oh! Lord Slytherin!" "Principal Slytherin!" "Professor Slytherin!"

Various and weird names came one after another from the portrait wall behind Dumbledore.

"Dippet? So did the stubborn wizards of the Dippet family finally come to Hogwarts to study?" Slytherin said, half surprised and relieved. "You are doing very well. Now every year Can you recruit dozens of students?"

"It's all," said Dumbledore. "All the eleven-year-old wizards in England will come to Hogwarts."

"That's it..." Slytherin nodded vigorously, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile, "You are all great, much better than us back then. I heard your discussion. Since everyone is dead, call me Sa Racha will do. If you don’t know us well, you can call me Slytherin."

"Okay, Salazar," Dumbledore nodded, "Where do you want to hang yourself?"

"Put me wherever you want," Slytherin raised his head and looked at Nelson across from Dumbledore. "Did you make me see the sun again? It's funny. I left the school I founded at the end of my life." , I didn’t expect to come back a thousand years later and line up with my younger generation."

"Nelson, can you help me?" Dumbledore looked at the empty seat next to Phineas, and reached out to the Slytherin frame.

…

"What? That turned out to be a portrait of Salazar Slytherin himself?"

Tom yawned and two tears flashed in the corner of his eyes. His eyes were already bloodshot. The preparation before the game made him feel tired. After achieving good results, his exhaustion came like a tide, but with sleep In contrast, sharing joy is the most important thing.

However, before he could share his joy, Nelson's heavy news made him dizzy.

"Why don't you tell me? He seems to be my ancestor."

"I said, but you are gone." Nelson shrugged. "I thought you had communicated with Slytherin in the secret room."

"I thought you were talking about a portrait of Slytherin, an antique from Slytherin College. I didn't expect it to be him." Tom regretted the miss with his ancestors, but quickly cheered up. "That's fine. After I win the championship, I will go to the principal's office to see him."

There was only a mess after the carnival in the lounge. After Nelson and Tom went back separately, the celebration of the lack of a protagonist finally reached its climax, but it also closed at a faster rate, and the tired classmates continued one after another. Back in the bedroom, only Nelson and Tom were left sitting by the fire, with hot tea in front of them, chatting with suppressed sleepiness.

The pine branches in the fireplace made a crackling sound, and the rosin and smoky smell permeated the lounge, quickly overshadowing the aroma of cake and butter beer.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that, given that I played a lot in the first round and lost a lot of money," Nelson took the hot tea in front of him and held it in his hands. "The professors decided to let me choose one. For subjects, you can get a full score of owls without taking the exam..."

"Let me guess," Tom interrupted Nelson and said with a smile, "I suddenly felt that I also had the talent to be a prophet."

He pretended to pour the hot tea in the cup into the fireplace, but the flames grew stronger. Tom poured the tea dregs on the table, rolled his eyes and squinted, thinking something in his mouth. After a while, he looked up and looked up. Nelson teased: "The future tells me that you will choose Potions to be your full score subject. If there are warriors who challenge the Dark Lord in the future, I will definitely be grateful to me for helping him find the weakness of the Dark Lord early-always on the pass line. The potions of the struggle."

Nelson, who was broken by a word, made a gesture to hit him. The two looked at each other and laughed. They hadn't experienced such a leisure time for a long time.

"Indeed, I suggest you be the boss of the Daily Prophet."

Nelson’s blond hair was turned orange by the fire, and Tom’s pale face also showed a hint of warmth. The two yawned alternately like drumming and passing flowers. From time to time, house elves appeared in the corner of the lounge, but because someone was there. It can't be cleaned and disappears quickly.

"You pack it, it's okay." The sharp-eyed Nelson greeted the house elf in the corner, "We don't mind."

The barefooted elf wearing a towel shook his head and hid.

"They are always so shy," Tom turned his head and glanced. He was not interested in these small and weak things and commented casually. "Speaking of which, it was the first time I saw house elves. I went to the kitchen to find food before. , They will all hide."

"House elves are not allowed to dedicate themselves in front of their masters, otherwise they will punish themselves." Nelson thanked him for understanding and explained to Tom, "They are not shy, they are just rigidly enslaved by wizards."

"I don't see that you are quite empathetic." Tom picked up the teacup. I don't know when the water in it was filled. "Tsk tsk, if the wizard can have the professionalism of the house elves, it would be great, but I It seems that most people lack this quality."

"I am not sympathetic to them. Perhaps the first generation of house elves who were enslaved deserve sympathy, but after so many years, the obedient nature has been engraved in their genes," Nelson shrugged, "If you force your values "Reward" to them may not be a good thing... By the way, tell me about you, what do you hear from the golden egg?"

"Golden egg?" Tom lowered his head and kicked the golden egg under his feet. It "gurgled" and rolled out all the way, "If you don't say I have forgotten it, but, my respected Dark Lord, you deserve it. Prophet, even this kind of thing can be guessed."

"Thank you so much," Nelson said, "I said, this is the question that Professor Sigmund gave me."

Since being caught by Sigmund, Nelson has made up his mind to tie the black pot firmly to his body.

But Tom didn’t seem to believe in Nelson’s remarks, he just waved his hand perfunctorily, and continued: “Opening the golden egg in the water in the prefect’s bathroom can indeed hear a different sound, but I think it’s not as good as the scream of the female demon. Woolen cloth."

"What's wrong? Is anyone telling a riddle again?" Nelson had already begun to wipe his wand.

"Not at all. I heard it three or four times before I understood. The voice in the golden egg sounds like that Sigmund recorded himself," Tom said with disgust, "His accent is really weird. , It sounds like a Spaniard is deliberately imitating the German to speak English."

"Huh?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "He was quite normal when he talked to me."

"Perhaps understanding foreign accents is also one of the tests of the second round of competition," Tom curled his lips. "The voice in the egg is a poem, or to break normal speech into short sentences. It probably means that we need to experience many times. The pitfalls and trials of the world, to find something, do you need me to repeat it to you?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep, and it's even stranger for an Englishman to imitate'Spaniards deliberately imitate Germans speaking English'." Nelson shook his head, "You can give me the egg another day, and I will go to the bathroom to listen Upon hearing it, Dwight gave me a password for a whole year anyway, I can go to the prefect’s bathroom anytime."

"Beware that someone was taking a shower when you broke in. Isn't it just embarrassing?" Tom threw his wand out of his sleeve, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com waved at the golden egg, and it slowly flew over. Tom caught the golden egg and tore a piece of paper from the little book he carried, and handed it to Nelson together, "In order to avoid you being expelled for playing hooligans, I will give you this week’s appointment form. Speaking of, you I told me before that there would be female ghosts peeping in the bathroom. It's a pity that I didn't encounter it."

"Maybe people with this hobby haven't become ghosts." Nelson said haha, "I thought the second round of the project would be for the Warriors to go under the water of the Black Lake to rescue the most important person he was kidnapped. "

"What are you kidding?" Tom raised his eyebrows, shocked by Nelson's whimsical thoughts. "Who can kidnap you? Did Grindelwald and Helbo hold you hand in hand and tie you up? Oh, yes, you have to. Add a Dumbledore. What's more, the Black Lake is so dirty, I don't want to swim in the century-old octopus soup, I feel suffocated even thinking about it."

"I would propose to soak some tomatoes in the Black Lake."

"Oh! That's even more disgusting, please, don't stain the tomatoes, okay?"

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