My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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Early the next morning, Nelson was awakened by a tingling pain from the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes and found that he was dark in front of him, and the furry envelopment was nostalgic.

The weight of his head made it difficult for his neck to move at all, and the suffocation slowly came. The wet nose was the unique touch of the cat's tongue. Nelson gritted his teeth and squeezed out a hard warning from his throat, "Excuse me. Can you move your noble butt?"

The question mark that hadn't been seen for a long time sat on his head, completely ignoring Nelson under him.

"I'm not polite if you do this again." Nelson raised his right hand surreptitiously, then jerked down, grabbing the question mark lying on his face!

"Snapped!"

It escaped easily, then got into the extinguished fireplace in the bedroom and disappeared.

Nelson's slap hit his face fiercely, and the crisp sound awakened several other people in the bedroom, including Tom.

He rubbed his face, lying on the bed with his eyes blankly, his other hand felt a dagger under the quilt, a dagger exactly like the one Dumbledore gave him.

…

"I finally understand why your grades are so good." Tom was walking next to Nelson in the restaurant, and the two were looking for empty seats. They didn't have morning classes today, so the Slytherins of the same class were all sleeping." In order to get up, you slap yourself directly, which is really admirable."

"I didn't," Nelson said feebly, "I was attacked by a question mark in my sleep."

"Oh," Tom said with no surprises, "Many people are feeding him after you left. Now he is very mighty. It is a little leopard. It is normal if you can't beat him. At the end of last year , I was angered by it. When I came out of the library, I ate it with a sweeping leg and almost rolled down the stairs."

"Is it all right?" Nelson glanced at Tom's leg, looking healthy.

"Of course it's okay, otherwise I will definitely make you lose money." Tom smiled and put his arm on Nelson's shoulder.

Suddenly, a small flat-head wearing a Durmstrang school uniform walked up from the opposite direction violently. Nelson glanced intently. It was the inexplicable "crazy fan", the small flat-head straightened his waist and arms. Passed by Nelson.

"boom!"

The shoulders of the two smashed together, and Nelson's body hardly moved, and even the yawning movement was not interrupted. Instead, the small flat head who accelerated the collision stood unstable and swayed on the spot, almost falling down. on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

Nelson held on to Xiaoping's head, and asked enthusiastically, with one hand behind him to stop Tom, who had already drawn out his wand. Tom's face was ugly. He was already very angry when he didn't get enough sleep. He didn't expect someone to pick something up early in the morning. .

"I'm fine." Little Pingtou never thought that the physical fitness of an underage pure human wizard could be so good. He obviously accelerated, but in the end he almost sat on the ground with a big embarrassment.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment. He turned around and couldn't even take care of the meal. Although Durmstrang's long table was beside him, he left the restaurant without hesitation.

"Strange guy." Tom repeated the evaluation he had given once again.

"Did he tell me his name?" Nelson rubbed his shoulders, a little itchy, "I remember he seemed to be one of the gatekeepers of the Triwizard Tournament."

"I don't remember. I may or may not. You know, I am not good at remembering names. As for the Triwizard Tournament... he seems to be the octagonal cage, like a reckless boxer," Tom Posing his lips, "Because Newt was selected twice, no one challenged him in the end, so that I still can't figure out the details of this person."

"But he has nothing to do with you," Nelson shrugged. "He doesn't even have the qualifications to cause trouble for you to win the championship. If you really do, he takes it seriously, but you lose, you know. Durmstrang’s results in the first round were very unsatisfactory.

The two did not deliberately lower their voices, but did not deliberately raise their voices. I don’t know how much the surrounding Durmstrang students heard. The strange thing is that they did not hostile to the two of them, but instead they acted uniformly with hatred. He looked in the direction where Xiaopingtou had left.

"Interesting," Nelson touched his shoulder, pulled out a transparent tack filled with green liquid from the silver sheet hidden under the sleeve, pinched it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Venom? You are playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong..."

"Sorry, sorry!" Nelson heard the shout and looked up. It was Ludwig who had just arrived in the restaurant. He waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care, and turned to the empty seat on the Slytherin table with Tom. Go.

Looking at the late arrival of Ludwig at the entrance of the restaurant and the distant back of the little flat head who passed him, Nelson felt a little sympathetic to him. Maybe the entire school of Durmstrang was dominated by ghosts. It seems that this warrior who has worked hard for the honor of the school is the biggest minority.

After the turmoil subsided, Tom and Nelson had a hasty meal. For the purpose of digesting food, the two decided to walk along the Black Lake. By the way, they found out if Nelson had any parts left. After all, there was still an hour left. It's class, and the time is neither long nor short. Going to the classroom in advance is just a waste of time, but you may get up as soon as your head touches the pillow when you go back to the dormitory.

It really made Tom find a good thing, a fragment of a corner of Nelson's blade. He watched Nelson pull a rapier out of his pocket, adsorb the fragment to the blade, and put it back in.

"I thought you were just small balls." Tom was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to keep them."

"I intend to cultivate it into my heirloom, you know, it takes time and some fame, and it will also make some fools think that I am a wizard who is good at playing swords," Nelson looked at his watch, "let's go. Class is coming soon."

By the time Tom and Nelson arrived in the potions classroom, they were only fifteen minutes away from class. The back row of their usual classroom was already full, and they had to sit in the front row.

Strangely, after fifteen minutes, the class bell rang, and Professor Slughorn still didn't show up. It was not until five minutes later that he, who was too late, dragged his tired steps to open the door of the classroom.

Since Tom perfectly cracked Gaston Raymond’s potion level, Professor Slughorn has been excited for more than ten hours. He was completely supported by mead and pride last night, so that he fell asleep in the morning. After waking up for a while, he had to spray an excessive amount of perfume to cover the alcohol on his body.

Professor Slughorn, who was already fat, appeared fatter because of swelling. His eyelids and dark circles were indistinguishable from each other, like a pioneer makeup. He greeted a few students who had just grabbed it and carried a large wooden box. Entering the classroom, placing it on the lecture table, handed over a chair with his hand, placed it under his butt, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Go ahead," he waved his hand. "Tell your teacher that Slughorn asked for help if you were late."

"Okay, thank you, professor." The strong men strayed like oil on their feet, for fear that Professor Slughorn would find something for them to do.

Professor Slughorn's eyes were very excited. He craned his neck first, scanned the teacher's back row, but did not find the person he was looking for.

He looked back in disappointment, but found Tom under his eyelids.

Regardless of his fatigue, Professor Slughorn slammed the table, stood up, and said loudly, "Do you know why his grades in potions are not as good as Tom? Because he sits at the front, only eager for knowledge. Only people can get the gift of knowledge! Sitting in the back can't even hear what I said in class, how can I get good grades. Don't you hurry up and sit on your scales and sit in the front!"

Hearing this, Nelson felt like sitting on pins and needles. If he would get good grades if he sat in the front row, it would be difficult for himself, who had been sitting next to Tom, to explain with magic or scientific experience.

"But Professor," Alphad raised his hand and asked loudly, "But even if we sit on the podium, we can't hear the Unlearned Skapin Mantra and Gobalo's Law!" "

Professor Slughorn's face froze. He slapped the table hard and said angrily, "Now, please open your own "Advanced Potions Making". What we are going to learn today is the first chapter. Gobalot’s second law in China!"

There was a neat sound of flipping books in the classroom, and Professor Slughorn stared at Alphad and slowly said, "Mr. Black, why not ask you to sit in the back row of the teacher? Hear what I'm saying. In the next class, I will ask you to write down the content of Gobalot's second law. Every time you make a mistake, you need to write the first chapter... No, this "Advanced Potions Making" Copy it again."

Alphad can't wait to slap himself, and his heart feels cold. Isn't the feeling of passing a note to lick you so weak?

"Oh, let me see our warrior at Hogwarts, the pride of Slytherin," Professor Slughorn lowered his head and looked at Tom in front of him. He immediately changed his face and walked off the podium himself. Tom’s arm dragged it to the podium, and enthusiastically praised Tom with compliments that Nelson had heard or hadn’t heard, "Even Gaston praised you as a potion genius, Tom, he will give you the green light. Let you publish an article on the front page of "Practical Potions Master."

"You taught well." Tom was so sad that he almost digs out the foundation of a villa with his toes, forcibly raised his spirits, and looked at the classmates under the stage with a smile. After being asked to share his learning experience with everyone, Tom brazenly praised him with almost the same words that Slughorn praised himself just now.

Professor Slughorn smiled with satisfaction. Tom was really right. Despite the self-study part, most of his knowledge of potions came from Professor Slughorn’s teachings. The "harassment" in the office came from the notes on the parchment almost equal to the number of words in the thesis. Faced with the most satisfied student since working in education, Slughorn devoted almost all his energy

And Tom did not let him down. In fact, in his total score, the most boring second level is the most boring level in the eyes of most viewers. Tom can be said to use the fastest speed and the most perfect way to be positive. It defeated the test of the potion master Gaston Raymond, so that in the eyes of many judges who did not know him, Tom’s potion level far exceeded his curse, even if he praised his performance in beautiful terms. Not an exaggeration, but Slughorn, who taught him, can naturally bear all the praise.

However, Professor Walrus was also famous for his vanity, so he seemed a little forgetful at the moment.

He solemnly took up the wooden box on the podium and carefully handed it into Tom's hand.

"Tom, I know you don't like these honors," he exclaimed with satisfaction over his pride. "These things in the box are all my notes and manuscripts on potions from when I was a student to the present. The rewards for honoring the school and the hospital, I will give them to you. You are the little wizard with the most potion talent I have ever seen. I even hope you can take my mantle and come to Hogwarts to teach potions in the future."

Tom took the box, feeling it heavier than Nelson's clothes.

"What?" Professor Slughorn blinked and asked with a smile, "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

"Professor, I am no longer a little wizard." Tom whispered, "I will, professor."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

In the following class, except for the annoying Alphad, Slughorn was pleasing to everyone, and even the tone of answering questions was several times softer than before. If someone who does not know the previous situation comes in, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com might feel that this elderly wizard has finally found his significant other.

Except for Nelson's unique understanding that occasionally caused Professor Slughorn to laugh, there was almost no turmoil in this class.

Only Alphad persistently threw notes to Nelson from the back row.

Nelson opened the note, and it said something like "I think of my father when I see Professor Slughorn", "I have never seen a perfect professor and dean like him" and "I am the most The person I admire is the professor. I hope I can become a person like him in the future."

Nelson was so disgusting that he didn't even bother to write a note and pass it back. He understood that Alphad wanted Professor Slughorn to intercept his note, and then he could open it on the web.

But his wishful thinking was wrong. Today Slughorn was extremely happy, happy enough to turn a blind eye to Nelson, who seemed to be attacked by a "paper storm", he wouldn't care about it at all. Small things like uploading notes in class.

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