My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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"Gnar, do you want to bet?"

Tom met Nelson and asked with a smile.

"What's wrong? Do you want to take your title back?" Nelson shrugged. "You don't have to bet, I can pay you back now."

"How could I have such arrogant thoughts? Lord Dark Lord!" Tom expressed his "loyalty" exaggeratedly, "My dear Lord Dark Lord, I will get rid of Grindelwald in a few years. Let this name list belong to you!"

Nelson helped his forehead, but Tom made him wonder what to say.

"Well, to be serious, who do you think the duel assistants of the three warriors will be?"

"That weird little flathead, and Margaret's brother."

"Aren't you curious who is the remaining warrior's duel assistant?" Tom rubbed his hands, hinting frantically.

"Have you forgotten? I am a prophet, and destiny has already told me the answer."

"Who?" Tom raised his eyebrows, smiled, and carefully examined Nelson's expression.

"Harry Potter."

"..." Tom's expression froze, and after a long time he suffocated, "Who is that?"

"No one," Nelson gave him a blank look, and said, "Do you think I have a bad memory? From the day you cast your name to the Goblet of Fire, you have kept saying you want me to help you...say Really, I just want to honestly sit in the audience and watch a game. Seriously, there is no possibility of playing anyway. It doesn’t matter if you bring a pink dwarf as your assistant."

"Also make you feel involved." Tom said, "It's like watching Quidditch. Even if your riding ability has already declared the death penalty for your Quidditch career, as an audience, don't you want to sit down? Do you see Quidditch once on the rim?"

"I think you have some misunderstandings about me," Nelson stubbornly said, "It's true that when I was living in the United States, at least fifteen clubs invited me to try out."

"Really?" Tom stared into Nelson's eyes.

"real."

"Really?"

"Okay," Nelson said helplessly, "I think what you said makes sense, so can I take a stool and sit on the sidelines? Pretend that I am your coach or referee?"

"Unfortunately, no."

When the two started talking, they moved the empty flower pot next to them, buckled them upside down on the ground as chairs, and sat there, forgetting the time.

At the corner of the stairs not far behind Tom, Dumbledore, who came out of the school hospital in a circle, frowned and looked worried. He really did not dare to treat Tom’s words as a young and frivolous joke, but he had As a lesson from the past, he was as wise as he did not understand how to interfere or influence these two outstanding young people who were as proud as themselves.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore is the proudest person in the world. He detests such interference while pushing himself to others, but he refuses to give up the possibility of intervening in recovery.

He put a hand on the escalator, and Nelson and Tom joked with each other.

Dumbledore lowered his head and remained silent until a pair of leather shoes appeared before his eyes.

He raised his head, and above the two solemnly coquettish trouser legs was Sigmund's face that was full of disharmony because of the expression of Grindelwald.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to say hello to Grindelwald.

"Shhh—"

Grindelwald tilted his head, put his index finger against his lips, motioned to Dumbledore to whisper, he beckoned and told Dumbledore to follow him upstairs.

"Nelson seems to be on my old track."

After ascending two flights of stairs and making sure that Nelson and Tom could not hear his own voice, Dumbledore sighed with a sad face, and said, "No... that's not even your old way, I'm very Worry."

"Why worry?" This is the first sentence Grindelwald said. "Is there any difference between him today and yesterday?"

"I just went to see Mr. Kant and he was under the Forgotten Curse." Dumbledore said solemnly, "You should care more about the students who care about yourself."

"Believe in him is the best concern," Grindelwald said impatiently. Perhaps when Sigmund deliberately improved the game system, Durmstrang still had the idea of ​​competing for the championship, but since Grindelwald took over. Later, Durmstrand seemed to have been smashed directly, and then he asked curiously, "What did he forget?"

"He has forgotten completely, completely," Dumbledore shook his head, "Even me, there is no way to retrieve his lost memories... The point is not here, but who made him forget. ?"

"Has Hogwarts never taught it?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "Even if I dropped out of Durmstrang halfway through school, I know that the Forgetting Curse will definitely leave traces, unless the owner of the memory wants to truly forget These memories."

"Are you saying that the Forgotten Curse was cast by Mr. Kant himself?" Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile. "That's impossible. From his standpoint, how could such a thing be done?"

"I think you are worrying, Albus," Grindelwald reached out, trying to pat Dumbledore on the shoulder, but Dumbledore quickly avoided, his hand froze in the air awkwardly, said. "Perhaps you doubt Nelson. If I were you, I would choose to ask him face to face. If you really don't believe it, you can do it."

"Nelson has mastered the idea of ​​panthera since the second grade. Although it was rough at that time, I could feel his determination to persist in guarding his memory." Dumbledore shook his head. "As for now, it's even more impossible. NS."

"Oh? Is it possible that the master of the goddess of mind can't read it?"

"I'm not a master of mindfulness, but do you know? When Nelson persuaded Pippy, he took on the original emotions suppressed by the students for a thousand years since the school was founded. You know that emotions represent for wizards. What's wrong... Seriously, you should really care more about the students who care about yourself."

"I've always cared about it. I'm much more competent than you in this respect, and you'd better go for him instead of saying this kind of ridicule here," Grindelwald let go, "As for emotions or something, I'm sorry, I I don’t know, I never study these taboo subjects."

"You really..." Dumbledore laughed at Grindelwald. "Since you can say'forbidden subjects', why don't you know? The third note you lent me back then Ten pages—"

"Oh? Do you remember?"

"I can't do it...I can't replace him. When taking on the emotions, Nelson also took on the magic that the students contained in their emotions that were difficult to express." Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald’s question, but just continued. He continued, “I can’t imagine how a minor wizard can bear those mixed emotions. It is enough to drive anyone crazy! What’s even more difficult for me is how a wizard should bear those magical powers. I think you should and I also understand what the silent one is."

"There is this kind of thing? It sounds like Nelson has taken a big advantage," Grindelwald said lazily, as if he had known it a long time ago, and he flattered, "Hogwar This is really an amazing school."

"You don't want to control him? I'll take care of it." Dumbledore was angry.

"Hehe, are you asking a spurned black wizard to take care of your students?" Grindelwald stretched out his hand in a thunderous manner and patted Dumbledore on the shoulder. "You are so self-righteous, you look down upon who?"

"Do you have a way to help him solve the problem?"

"I mean, you look like you've never looked at Nelson directly, no wonder you have a big somersault on him." Grindelwald sneered, "You think he solves even such a big problem. Can’t it? Or just a few minutes ago, he had been turned into a bunch of tentacles crowded in the corridor, constantly proliferating and twisting? What I didn’t expect was that you didn’t have confidence in your school. What is the child’s original emotion? Is it the desire to destroy the world? I don’t understand where you who used to talk about the truth, the good and the beautiful? Isn’t the child’s emotion "I want to be friends with him" , "I want to get a high score in the exam and let my mother praise me" or "I want that flying broomstick"? You don't understand the energy in him at all. In this respect, you live like the thousands in the world Ten thousand mediocre people."

"Do you know that?"

"Of course I know! Albus, why did I leave my own business and not do it, and ran to Hogwarts to play the'I am Sigmund' role-playing game with you and that silly girl?" Grindel Wo sneered, "I'm a prophet, I can even see my evening scene, but I just won't tell you!"

"What else did you see?"

"I can only tell you, Albus, you thought I was picking up rubbish, but I was actually stealing baby." Grindelwald gave a meaningful smile, he straightened his collar, calmed his emotions, and returned to his elegance. Be calm, "In a few days, you will be grateful to me, thank me for sending Nelson Wiltning back here!"

...

After the second game, the time flies quickly. With the mid-term approach, everyone’s learning has become urgent. Only Nelson, who was promised in the first game, is extremely relaxed. Of course, this may also be related to him drinking others. Coffee time is used to learn about.

Ludwig recovered very quickly. After two weeks of the game, he was able to sit in the classroom with other people and listen to the class, but he still had some stress reactions when he saw Tom.

At the end of the mid-term test, Tom couldn’t even see Nelson all day. He only saw Nelson in overalls rushing into the classroom with a wrench in class. He was not curious about what Nelson did, after all. If you want to use your ass, you can know that your little friend is going to play with the broken copper and iron.

Finally, the nervous students ushered in the Halloween Prom. This prom would be a rare catharsis for them who are under great academic pressure. Of course, unlike the opening prom of the Triwizard Tournament, this prom is not the competition. The dance skills of the participants, but the imagination-Alphad took off the crown, he dressed himself as a clumsy steel giant full of electricity and steam, except for the leakage of his dance partner during the dance. Except for the electric convulsions, the performance of the audience was perfect.

Alphad’s appearance of Alexander made Nelson amazed. In the "Twilight" fan exchange meeting composed of vampires and werewolves, he was absolutely outstanding.

In less than a few days after Halloween, that is, Saturday, November 3rd, the Warriors will usher in their third round, and these two leisurely days are for students who were nervous before. It is especially difficult for us, everyone is looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally, in the expectation of everyone, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament is coming.

As early as mid-October, Dumbledore announced the content of the final round of the game-a standard wizard duel, with an assistant, the winner will be determined by the two warriors after scoring, and the highest scored Tom will be challenged.

This seems meaningless in the first two rounds. After all, as long as you perform well in the third round, the champion is still yours.

Of course, Dumbledore also made some restrictions: any auxiliary props other than the magic wand are not allowed in the game. After the game starts, the venue will be completely closed, and any objects cannot enter the duel arena.

Two days later, the game officially began. After the first two rounds of the game, the audience more or less ranked the Warriors in their hearts. Even in the eyes of most people, the result of the game is already destined, but This does not completely erase the fun of the game. On the contrary, they look forward to the reversal and return to the pure enjoyment of the game.

The dueling venue was chosen at the Quidditch stadium. The Quidditch facility in the center was temporarily demolished, leaving a flat area much larger than the standard dueling venue. Some simple marks were erected around it to define the range. Some or Large or small debris may be used as weapons or shelters.

"We have the first two warriors and their assistants to come on stage!" The commentary sounded ~www.readwn.com~ Although everyone is familiar with them, I still want to introduce them again..."

"Do you know the name of Margaret's brother?" Nelson, who had just told Tom a little sad news, sat on the sofa at the entrance, holding a flannel, and wiping his wand, raised his head and asked, Tom I was moving my shoulders on the spot, and it seemed that I was still a little nervous.

"Not paying much attention," Tom shook his head. "If Kant's assistant can defeat Sagan, then the younger brother may be able to let us remember his name through performance."

"You're right." Nelson lowered his head and continued to wipe his wand, "but can you not walk around and make me dizzy."

"I'm considering my acceptance speech," Tom said, "I think even if it's like you said, the competition will give me a chance to express my acceptance speech? In that case, I will do more with my speech. edited."

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