My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"So thirsty, thirsty... my head hurts."

Early the next morning after the game, Ludwig woke up in the hospital bed. He felt a fierce pain in his throat like a needle stick, and even his voice became hoarse. Soon, it seemed to come from his head. The violent pain that was about to explode came violently, covering up the pain in the throat.

A glass of ice water was handed to his mouth, Ludwig felt the cold from the glass, hurriedly leaned forward, swallowed a mouthful of liquid, and only took a sip. Ludwig felt a little strange, mint The ice-cold touch permeated the mouth, and there was also a smell of rust.

"Ahem, what's this...?" He asked, sucking the most eager water even more.

Under the stimulation of the "ice water", Ludwig felt that his headache symptoms were much better, but after opening his eyes, it was still dark in front of him, which made his body tremble unconsciously, the last scene he saw in his memory. , It was a black beam that swallowed itself.

"This is blood, the blood of the horned eagle," a clear male voice rang beside him, "There is also a fresh spirit in it. Don't worry, these are all things that are helpful to your recovery."

"Blood?" Ludwig was stunned. The behavior of sucking blood gave him some bad associations. Then he raised his neck, lifted his weak hands to pinch his throat, and retched disgustingly. "Why are you giving me blood? Who are you? What about Professor Sigmund?"

"Good question, Kant," Ludwig felt his eyes lit up, and something that was emitting a strong light seemed to dangle in front of him. He only felt that the voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while. , The voice continued, "Do you remember what happened before?"

"Before?" Ludwig's speech quickened, "Triwizard Tournament, dagger, and Devil Net... By the way! And that **** axe, axe... Tom Riddle! He used one. Black magic attacked me!"

"It looks like you are not stupid," the voice said with some satisfaction. "Your bat protected you, Kant. It is the most injured person now, but even Dumbledore can't take it away from you when you are unconscious. The blood of the horned eagle was taken out of his body to heal it, but your injury was not very serious."

"Yes……"

Ludwig had no focus in his eyes, lying on the bed like a broken bellows, breathing heavily.

"As for what you said about Tom Riddle attacking you, I can explain it," Ludwig felt that the light source in front of him condensed a little, and the voice became more familiar. "He was to save you. If it weren't for him, Now you can add some onions on the bread and you can eat it."

"I'm not raw pork bread... Then why can't I see it?"

"You still can't see it? This may be because I forcibly took your soul elsewhere without your permission? You are a little uncomfortable with yourself now? Let me think..."

Ludwig felt that his eyelids were being pulled open, and a few drops of clear liquid fell on the eyeballs. The icy sensation flowed from the eyeballs to the limbs. The eyeballs relaxed for a while, and the headache pain was relieved. He blinked his eyes. , Saw an unexpected person.

Nelson, familiar blond hair, and deep black eyes.

Ludwig felt his heart tighten, but the discomfort quickly disappeared. He blinked and found that Nelson's eyes had turned the familiar blue again.

"Dazed...Willtening, why are you here?"

"Good question," Nelson was sitting in a small chair next to Ludwig's bed with a green paper on his knees. "Of course it's because I'm taking care of you, waiting for you to wake up."

"Why……"

"Because of this you can thank me for the first time, Mr. Kant, I regret to tell you that I saved your life." Nelson was tightening the cap of a small bottle and found that Ludwig turned his head towards him. , He stretched out his hand and shook it before his eyes, "Is the headache better? You should be able to see me now."

"Thank you." Ludwig snorted.

"Don't be too busy to thank you," Nelson put the vial into his pocket, took out another Gallon and clamped it in the middle of the page, and closed the book. "I need you to do something."

Nelson explained in detail the process by which he and Tom saved Ludwig. Soon, after Ludwig listened in a daze, he realized that Tom’s last act actually saved his life. He was rather lamented. Said: "In fact, he can use that magic to pass the level... What is more unexpected is that your mist can pass through the soul. I always thought that it was a kind of magic that transfers space. In the first level, I even Isn't it qualified for you to use it?"

Ludwig suddenly became depressed again. As a seriously injured person, he had the right to be moody.

"Do you want me to tell the organizing committee that Riddle is to save me?" Ludwig said, "Can you pour me another glass of water?"

"Miss Joey said, you can only drink so much when you wake up."

"Okay... So Professor Dumbledore asked you to stay here for this too?" Ludwig was not stupid. After a little thought, he understood why there were only two people in this empty ward. , He thought that his savior might be being questioned by the organizing committee, regardless of his injuries, clenched his fists, and said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't stab the savior."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded, "Although the organizing committee believes that Tom's motive is to save people, if there is an explanation from you, the client, it will be more credible."

"I understand." Ludwig nodded, but soon frowned. As a person with a headache, this action was still too difficult to do. He even felt his brain dangling in his skull. "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Perhaps you can help me keep it secret, after all, not many people know about me."

"I understand."

Ludwig put his arms on the mattress and wanted to sit up. He lowered his head and was amazed when he saw that the cuffs of the hospital gown showed the fresh matte skin. "The doctor in your school is much better than ours. "

"Is there a specialty in the surgical industry," Nelson hurriedly reached out to help. "Miss Joey specializes in repairing the human body. She has completely ‘fixed’ you."

As he approached, Nelson suddenly moved closer to Ludwig's ear.

Ludwig was stunned, and sat up with Nelson's support.

"I will thank her personally," Ludwig said after a moment of gasping. "Do you know where my wand is?"

Nelson took out a wand with a slightly scorched surface from the bedside table and handed it to Ludwig. He took the wand and rubbed the scorch mark on it lovingly. He found that it could not be erased, and his expression was a little distressed.

"I checked and it doesn't affect the use. If you need it, I can ask Ollivander to fix it for you, and I will pay the money."

"No, the scar is the medal of the magic wand." Ludwig shook his head, raised the wand, and pointed it at his temple. "I will be tight-lipped about your business. Of course, before forgetting all this, please Allow me to express my gratitude to you."

With a complicated expression, Nelson watched Ludwig pull a wisp of silver mist from his temple and stuff it into the small bottle Nelson handed him in time. He closed the bottle cap and corked the small bottle to Nelson.

"It's not necessary, someone actually knows about this..."

"What did you say? No need for anything?"

"Nothing," Nelson shook his head, stood up, picked up the green paper, and walked to the door. "Get a good rest. I hope you can recover soon. I look forward to seeing you in the duel, Kant."

Ludwig was a little confused and nodded blankly.

"By the way, Qingxinling has a strong healing effect on soul injuries. It can also be used to treat headaches, but it can make the body extremely sensitive."

Nelson's voice sounded from outside the door, and then, with a "bang", the door closed. Ludwig suddenly felt the itching and pain in the body that had been covered by the headache before. He fell on the bed limply and lost everything. Strength.

"It's so painful, can't you win with such pain? As expected, I'm still only suitable for being beaten..."

Nelson locked the door, took the key to Mrs. Joey, and said to himself as he walked, "Speaking of which, where did Christian go?"

...

Of course, Tom didn’t need to be questioned by the organizing committee. They only asked him to submit a written statement explaining the situation before the start of the third round. The purpose was not to convict, but to record it in the book, at this time of world peace and wizarding harmony. , And who would blame a warrior who was heartbroken for not saving his opponent completely?

Strangely, Durmstrang didn’t have to speak up either. Officials from the three governments turned over this article amidst the trivial and trivial changes, and promptly announced the results of the second round of the competition. ——The ranking is exactly the same as the first round.

But the client, Tom, did not see his own results for the first time. He was indeed receiving inquiries, but he was in Dumbledore’s office. After cross-examination by several principals, the inquiry at this moment had come to an end.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," the office was pitch black, only a few candles on the table and Fox's nest were lit, Dumbledore stood behind Tom, facing the principal's wall, Slytherin's old voice It sounded, "Where did you learn that spell?"

"Professor, what is the curse?"

Tom responded neither humble nor arrogant. Since he couldn't see which principal it was, he could only call the questioner "professor".

"Disintegration curse."

Slytherin was able to see Tom's face illuminated by the candlelight. He carefully observed the person in front of him who was said to be his descendant, and said in his heart: "There is indeed an old man's demeanor."

"Professor, is this important?"

"This is very important. It determines whether you have learned dark magic from unknown sources without permission." Dumbledore put his hand on Tom's shoulder and squeezed hard. "Don't worry, Tom."

"Well," Tom nodded. Although it was useless to see, he had already guessed the identity of the interrogator and said calmly, "The source of my knowledge is Salazar Slytherin. I learned from the secret room he left behind. I found a few magic books in it, and this spell came from there."

"Are you sure?" Slytherin raised his voice.

"I'm sure, Professor."

Slytherin remained silent for a long time, until Phineas broke the silence.

"We will check."

"Okay, Professor."

"If there is nothing else to say, you can go first."

Tom turned his head and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded and escorted Tom out of the office.

"Master Slytherin, you have left such a powerful magic!" When the office door closed, the lights were all on, and Phineas leaned against the Slytherin frame and said enthusiastically. "Looking at the playback of Albus, you can also understand that only you can create this kind of magic!"

"This is not the magic I created." Slytherin said flatly.

"What?" Phineas exclaimed, "Is that kid lying?"

"No," Slytherin was silent for a moment before continuing, "but I did record this magic, but I didn't expect him to learn it... I was just a little curious."

"what?"

"Why is my descendant named Riddle?"

"Riddle is his father's surname, his matrilineal family is your direct descendant, and his surname is Gunter." said a lower principal, holding a roster in his hand.

"Does this make a difference?" Slytherin asked back. "Why don't they have the surname Slytherin?"

"..."

There was an awkward silence in the office until Fox hiccuped.

"Master Slytherin, if you don't dislike it," Phineas said, rubbing his hands, leaning against the Slytherin frame, "I can change my grandson's surname to Slytherin."

"..."

Phineas may be the most powerful wizard in the world. He only needs a word to silence the proud Salazar Slytherin.

"Papa Papa--"

There was sparse applause in the office.

...

"Tom, don't worry," Dumbledore led Tom towards the infirmary. "There will be casualties in almost every Triwizard Tournament, not to mention Mr. Kant's life worry."

"Professor, I am not worried," Tom nodded, "I have you."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows~www.readwn.com~ and smiled silently. He wanted to stretch out his hand and rub Tom's hair, but finally held back.

"It should be notified in a few days. It doesn't matter if I tell you first," Dumbledore muttered for a moment, and said, "The content of the final round is a duel. I shouldn't need to ask who your dueling assistant is. Don't worry, it was conscripted forcibly."

"Will this waste Gnar's time?"

"How come? This is a big event."

"I mean, let him sit on the bench and watch me finish the game," Tom thought, "but it's okay, close to the stadium, the visual experience will be better."

Dumbledore laughed, and the two walked quickly to the infirmary, and saw Nelson turning from the corner.

Dumbledore waved at him and bid farewell to Tom, "You can discuss Nelson's angle of view."

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