My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"Gnar, do you want to have a long experience together?"

After class, Tom and Nelson returned to the dormitory together. He put the suitcase that Professor Slughorn had given him on the bed, wiped his hands, and opened the lock on it.

"No, thank you," Nelson shook his head, "If it's related to potions, I don't think I should have this knowledge to avoid unrealistic fantasies."

"Okay." Tom shrugged and opened the suitcase. The bedroom was quiet for a while. After all, Nelson approached curiously. The two took a breath while looking at the contents of the suitcase.

"hiss……"

The air in the bedroom was hot.

In the suitcase, a pink transparent gem was lying quietly on top of an old notebook. Compared with common gems, she had no brilliance, but it exuded a magic power that would make all wizards crazy. Tom heavily He swallowed, turned his head dullly, and rubbed his hands on Nelson's coat.

"What are you doing?" Nelson swallowed too, waved his wand, and locked the bedroom door tightly.

"I know your clothes have a twenty-four-hour dust-proof curse." Tom turned his head and tremblingly held up the pink gem with both hands, handed it to the same trembling Nelson, and turned it over. Opened the old notes under the gems.

The ink on the first page looks very fresh, exudes the scent of ink, and looks like it was newly written.

"Tom, I originally planned to give this gift to you on the day of your coming-of-age ceremony, but your performance surprised me again. This is an unfinished Philosopher’s Stone. I don’t have the energy and time to complete it. I hope you can replace me and achieve the highest achievement of this potion wizard—"

Tom didn't even dare to express himself, so he turned to the next page.

"I know that many people think that I only value talented wizards, but ignore mediocre people. Sometimes you will express dissatisfaction with my conception implicitly. It is not that I can't feel it, but Tom, I have been with You love everyone as much as you do. I have many friends from Muggles, friends with bad grades, and friends with crappy magic. I used to have a good teenage years with them, until I met a girl from Muggles. It is at your age that I have experienced (the traces of repeated smearing) the sweetness of ignorant love, but (the handwriting that cannot be read clearly)..."

Professor Slughorn's handwriting became scribbled, as if he had been drinking while writing this passage.

"Nicole Lemay’s story about the Sorcerer’s Stone once gave me great illusions. When I was young, I used to use it to save people I cherish, but unfortunately, I overestimated my ability. Twenty-five years later, I have only achieved this magic stone to this extent. Now it has no meaning to me, but I hope it can help you."

The third page was covered with ink stains, and the handwriting was crooked, making it difficult to read.

"So I have become like making friends with good people. I think they can go further and protect myself in the face of dangerous situations, so that I don't have to bear the grief of losing important people, Tom, since entering school , You are my most concerned student, not only because of your excellent grades, but also because of your firm bottom line. I can see your cherishment of life, and even hinted that you have some evil magic that can extend your life, but you Always sneer at them, this also allows me to safely give you this unfinished Philosopher's Stone, but it is considered a waste to use. If I didn't meet you, I originally planned to destroy it in a few years."

Seeing the phrase "evil magic", Nelson raised his eyebrows, a path he had never imagined.

"No," Tom turned his head and stared at the jewel held by Nelson, struggling to say, "It's too expensive."

"You look down." Nelson pointed to the fourth page opened by Tom, and said softly, "Professor Slughorn has blocked the back road."

Tom followed Nelson's fingers and looked to the fourth page.

"The Sorcerer's Stone will arouse everyone's greed," Professor Slughorn's handwriting became solemn, as if he was emphasizing, "Be sure to protect it. Except the person you trust most, don't tell anyone you If you own it, don’t think about giving it back to me. I don’t need it anymore. I’ve made up my mind to cast myself an oblivion curse later. Sorry, I threw this heavy thing to you. Also treat it as a treasure solemnly."

Tom turned the page back again, and the handwriting became immature and old. It looked like Professor Slughorn had written when he was young, and it was already related to the Philosopher's Stone.

"Huh..." Tom looked at the gem in Nelson's hand and frowned. "What should I do?"

"It turns out that Professor Slughorn will have an unbearable past," Nelson leaned forward, threw the Philosopher's Stone into Tom's hands, turned the notes forward, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that he thought Use the Philosopher’s Stone to extend the life of his first love? But that person didn’t seem to be able to finish the Philosopher’s Stone, and even it is a semi-finished product. It turned out that slugs were also snails before."

"Oh..." Tom sighed again and again, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. After making a difficult time, after thinking for a while, he suggested, "Nar, why don't you put it where you are."

"Where am I?" Nelson shook his head. "Although my small ball can put things well, I'm afraid of hitting someone and throwing it out."

"I mean that illusion, don't you own a city?" Tom said, "We find a place to hide it, and no one should find it."

The two discussed for a while, roughly flipping through Professor Slughorn’s notes, and finally entered the city of Nelson. Nelson found a bank on the corner of the bank where it should be stored, and locked the Philosopher’s Stone in a safe in the basement. .

"I have to explain. Although the illusion seems to be a lot safer, as far as I know, at least three people can come in, and all of them are difficult." Nelson said, "so we still have to find a foolproof place as soon as possible. "

"I know." Tom clenched his fists and nodded. "I will do it."

"In that case, I will send a letter to purchase some things we need, but some materials are said to be difficult to obtain now. Maybe we have to go hunting ourselves."

Nelson helped Tom put the box under the bed and set up a lot of protection, and the two went to the Ravenclaw Tower to send the letter together.

As they went up the stairs, a little flat head who was standing in front of Professor Sykes's office hesitating appeared in their sight. Tom pulled Nelson's arm, and the two slowed down.

...

"I would like to remind you that the papers arranged last week are still two weeks away from the deadline. Please submit them on time." While Nelson was still suffering from the potions class, Professor Sykes had already cleaned up in the curse classroom downstairs. After finishing her lesson plan, she is about to end get out of class. "By the way, students in your two schools also need to hand in homework on time. I will write to your curse professor regularly to report on your study."

She looked at the strange faces of the seventh graders in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who were dressed in school uniforms from outside school, roughly numbered the number, picked up the lesson plan, and prepared to leave.

"Professor," a Durmstrang boy raised his hand, "I have a question to ask you."

Professor Sykes squinted at the small flat head, trying to remember his name, but she quickly gave up. Her eyes were not good at first. These Durmstrang boys all have the same head shape, which is really divided. Not sure, she shook her head, put down the lesson plan, and said, "Go to my office and talk about it. By the way, help me hold this lesson plan."

After that, she turned around and walked out of the classroom, returned to the office on the tower, and sat behind her desk with the door open.

There was no open flame in the teapot on the table, but it was constantly heating the tea inside. In the steam, she rubbed her temples tiredly.

In front of her was a set of very elegant tea sets. A few years ago, Nelson used this set of tea sets for her to perform "the art of drinking tea", and Professor Sykes, who was so pleased with the hunt, immediately faked it to Aberforth. Dumbledore is about to come and make tea in the office every day. It is a rare leisure time for her, but the tea she makes herself is always not as amazing as Nelson’s art. She sighed and waved her magic wand. , The clear tea poured out from the pot and fell into the teacup in front of him.

"I should call Williams over to learn more," Professor Sykes held up the teacup and sighed at the hot tea. "Ah...it's a pity."

"Boom!"

There was a rapid knock at the door, Professor Sykes frowned, drank the tea in the cup, put down the cup, and shouted at the door: "Come in, the door is unlocked."

The door opened, and the little flathead in Durmstrang's school uniform walked in. It was the Nelson's "crazy fan".

As soon as he entered the door, he turned to lock the door and unbuttoned the school uniform.

"What are you doing?" Professor Sykes glared at him with a grim look. "You don't need to close the door."

Without a word, Xiaoping took out two small badges from the inner pocket of his robe. One was a shield badge with a copper balance engraved on it, and the other was a badge nailed to a cross. The wizard above, the broken wand was thrown at his feet casually.

After bartering from this world, the craziest thing is the merchants. If the price is right and the benefits are enough, they are willing to provide anyone with anything they need in any way. There is such a group of people among wizards, their history Almost as long as magic, they are willing to do anything for the golden Kanon-customizing wands for goblins in the goblin rebellion, abducting fresh wizard children for the werewolf tribe, selling magic artifacts they need for the Muggle anti-witch organization ——The more dangerous the business, the more huge profits can be obtained. This is the creed of this group of wizards.

Their main business in the magic black market in various countries around the world is the smuggling of various goods that are prohibited by wizard laws. What is ridiculous is that they prided themselves on being fair and positioned their logo as a scale. The Si family is one of them.

The Sykes family is the world’s premier magic animal breeding family. Before they fell into the family, they controlled the source of most magical animals in Africa that reached the level of 5x danger. Unfortunately, they fell into this generation. Professor Sykes and her The younger sister, Jokunda Sykes, is left with a pair of cubs of the curled-winged devil left by his father and a pile of breeding rules equivalent to waste paper.

In order to maintain the expenses for herself and her sister, the young Melissa Sykes signed a fifty-year contract for the purchase of Curly Wing Demon Venom with a former neighbor of her father until she became a professor at Hogwarts. Later, she realized that she was dealing with the notorious anti-wizard organization-Second Salem.

The second Salem, who barely masters magic, is best at a potion that uses the venom of the Curly Wing Demon to achieve an effect similar to the Imperius Curse. This is their daily disgusting wizard but has never been annihilated.

Xiaoping raised his hand and threw the badge to Professor Sykes, almost falling into the teacup in front of her.

Professor Sykes stared at the badge falling on the table with an ugly expression on her face. She obviously understood the meaning of the two medals.

Professor Sykes just heard that the black wizards in Knock Down Alley were almost completely wiped out by two foreign crosses, and Second Salem was also chased by the crazy old principal. He thought he was. Finally able to get rid of the past, but they didn't expect them to find the door again so quickly.

"It's crazy, you guys have already started doing business with those Muggle lunatics." She pursed her mouth tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you say it's okay not to bother me?"

"Naturally, something is going on. Besides, you might think of me as one of those greedy goblins," Xiaoping said without any respect from the students to the teacher, but instead said unceremoniously, "Melissa, I'm here on behalf of our mother. I ask you, why have we received fewer and fewer goods over the years?"

"Mother?" Professor Sykes looked at Xiaopingtou in confusion ~www.readwn.com~ and asked, "Are you in a group with those Muggles?"

"I'm a normal person, I'm just sick and infected by evil magic." Xiaopingtou replied with gritted teeth.

"It doesn't matter, you can think what you like." Professor Sykes has no idea of ​​tirelessly pulling him back to the right path.

"So why are we getting fewer and fewer goods."

"I've said it countless times that the Curly Winged Demon raised by our family was lost by Jokunda. If you really don't understand human words or can't read, I suggest you find an interpreter," Professor Sykes sternly Sitting behind the desk, he said sharply, "Besides, I don’t want to emphasize it again. I have nothing to do with you now. The Sykes family will not be involved in anything related to the smelly monsters in the future. Also, in Hogg Woz, please call me Professor Sykes."

"Professor Sykes?" Xiaoping smiled sarcastically, "Melissa, is there really a professor who smuggles poison in this world?"

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