My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson, the carpentry is a good job. I think even without magic, you can live a good life with a skill."

McGonagall looked at the secret passage entrance sealed by the trap door and said approvingly. She waved her magic wand, and the sawdust piled up on the side gathered together and turned into the shape of a big cat, slowly climbing to the trap door. Going up, gruntly squinted his eyes, and quickly turned into vegetation that was indistinguishable from the surroundings.

Although this hand was very beautiful and it did help him, Nelson always felt that McGonagall was laughing at him. By the time he raised his head again, McGonagall had disappeared, leaving only a fluttering charge echoing in the forbidden forest.

"Albus wants you to come to him as soon as possible."

Nelson nodded and stomped his feet on the newly paved ground of McGonagall. After discovering that it was indeed very porcelain, and there was no feedback from the hollowness of his feet, he turned and walked towards the castle.

After a long time, Tom did not follow.

"Tom?" Nelson turned his head. "Have you been taken away by the werewolf?"

"..."

"Why don't you go? What's wrong with your feet? Why don't you talk?"

"..."

"Hey!"

There was an explosion in the forest, and the birds perched in the canopy of the tree were awakened by the sound, flapping their wings and quickly fled.

After a while, Nelson, who was limping on foot, helped Tom, who was also limping, out of the forbidden forest. Fortunately, almost all the students were resting in the infirmary. Only a few patrolling Aurors saw them and didn’t add much. focus on.

The two walked into the castle, a milky figure whizzed past, with nasty ballads in their mouths, Pippi carrying a bucket of paint, swooping toward them like a bomber, and seeing Nelson's face again. At the moment of emergency braking, the paint bucket slammed on the green plants next to the hall, dyeing a cactus red, and it even looked strangely beautiful.

Nelson rubbed his chin and looked at the cactus dripping with drops of paint. Inexplicably, he felt that this plant looks quite magical. He even raised a plan to send someone to the Sahara to study magic cacti—perhaps in this world. There is no magic cactus at all, and perhaps every cactus is full of magic.

Thinking of this, Nelson shivered. He must be sick to think of that guy. He shook his head vigorously, trying to erase the bad memory of the more than one hundred penguin albums in the safe in the room. .

"Sorry! Uncle Nelson!"

Pippi flew in front of the two of them from the air, stood straight, and gave an indecent military salute. A pair of small eyes carefully looked at Nelson's clothes for fear of being stained with paint. While observing, he said hello in a loud voice: "Uncle Nelson ,Good morning!"

"Very good, very energetic." Nelson nodded and asked, "but it's already afternoon. By the way, what are you doing secretly outside my bedroom today?"

"I'm admonishing your cat, Uncle Nelson!" Pippi replied loudly, looking like a new recruit who had just entered the barracks and was drilled deliriously by the commander, "It has a wrong mind and always wants to punish you! "

Pippi didn’t hesitate to sell his teammates at all. He didn’t even have the slightest guilt. He added vinegar to count the evil plans that raised the question mark, including but not limited to putting Nelson in an abandoned toilet and flushing away Nelson’s. All the books were replaced with Latin, and each page of Nelson’s notebook was taken apart, randomly shuffled and then bound into a book...

Tom couldn't help but laugh, and commented: "Fortunately, Alphad is not here, otherwise..."

"Do you think Hogwarts deducted not enough points?" Nelson shook his head, generously forgiving Pippy. He had to say that he came up with a good strategy because Nelson would not take a question mark. What to do, on the contrary, out of guilt and spoiling, he is often at a disadvantage in the confrontation with his pet, "You go, Pepy Ghost."

Pippi made a funny hat-off, nodded and bowed into the wall to the side, and disappeared.

"Speaking of which, Alphad is really suitable for this Pepi ghost." Tom commented, "If they can make friends, they will definitely create interesting sparks."

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "otherwise why do you think he got stuck on the floor all night?"

"Did Pippi do it?" Tom nodded thoughtfully.

"Only magic can defeat magic." Nelson agreed. He suddenly turned his head, clamped Tom's two arms with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Of course, you may not know, I am actually a humor. People with a lot of feeling, for example, do you think your magic can hit me? That's what I pretended!"

Tom was stunned. The two of them faced each other. There was a trace of ink flowing slowly in Nelson's eyes. At first Tom thought it was his own reflection, but then he heard a simple "Weapon from you!", In the next second, his two legs swayed uncontrollably, and he started a fast-paced tap dance.

Tom was not frustrated by the sudden attack. There was no one around, not even the portrait. He also unloaded his idol burden, and accompanied by the sound of "Avada gnawing a big melon", he was among the laughing Nelson. After the move, the two immediately danced tap dance in the corridor. This dance did not require any accompaniment. The beat at the foot was the best and most suitable music. After the Triwizard Tournament, they jumped again.

"Why didn't I find you still a little humorous?" Tom and Nelson circled face to face, and asked curiously, "Did you be influenced by Pippi?"

"It might be a little bit," Nelson's eyes became clear and his expression became awkward. He didn't want to admit that he had just done that kind of thing, and explained in a low voice, "In fact, I helped Dumbledore and Peppy Ghost. When negotiating, I accidentally absorbed part of his magic power. You know, like this special magic creature, the magic is full of strong emotions, and Pepigui happened to be a stubborn guy. It’s not me. The original intention."

"Really? I think you have an excuse for your liberating nature. You used to be straight-faced, and even your smile was stiff." Tom laughed and raised his wand to Nelson, preventing him from lifting the spell. He smiled and said, "While they are all recovering, let's jump over!"

The golden sunlight spilled in from the window of the corridor, coating Nelson and Tom with a golden rim. There may be no one in the world who is more sunny than them at this moment.

"Okay." Nelson shrugged. "But I pretended to be, so did you pretend to be hit by a hammer?"

"..."

Tom was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and continued to jump. His attention was quickly attracted by Nelson's words just now, "Drawing magic power? Can you become stronger in this way? Can someone else's magic power still be absorbed? What is the principle?"

"I don't quite understand, it may be related to the special magic of the illusion and the traits of Pippi. He himself wants to get rid of those mixed emotions," after explaining, Nelson solemnly threatened, "This is an evil faction. The moves, in here, the people who know this kind of tricks are finally dead."

"That's it," Tom seemed to have completely lost his interest in this kind of magic, and asked with concern, "Emotions? I don't understand that kind of magic very well. I only read him in Slytherin's book. What will happen? Is it irreversible?"

"Not really," Nelson shook his head, "I have a relatively strong ability to digest positive or negative emotions. As long as they are treated as some kind of stored magic, my personality will not be affected too much. , But the bad taste may be Pepigui’s own character. I have some "digestive indigestion". This may take some time, and sometimes I may do stupid things like just now."

"That's good, but you have to control it, don't collude with Alphard, Slytherin's points are all deducted."

"How come? Think about how much I made for us this year..."

The two had jumped to the end of the corridor, not far from Dumbledore's office, and the small hourglass showing the scores of the fourth house was set on the wall, just in Nelson's eyes.

"…Minute."

He swallowed, gave up the confrontation between his hand and Tom, rubbed his eyes, and uttered the last word.

"What's wrong?"

Tom followed Nelson's gaze and turned his head, and the attractive red, yellow, and blue gemstones came into view, in addition to green...

"Wait, where's my green color?" Tom said incredulously. "My hourglass was so full. I left it here yesterday. Why is it gone today?"

"Hahaha, good brother, I heard your voices all the way," the armor that moved to the door of the principal's office gave a barbell-like laugh at the corner, "your steps are very brisk, just like Irish people like to jump. The kind—"

The sharp corner of the helmet poked out from the corner of the wall, but before its voice fell, a white beam of light accurately hit his visor.

"Brother, where did this happen?" The armor's laughter disappeared through the wall.

"Did Minerva tell you the password for Dumbledore's office?"

Tom, who had returned to normal, sorted out the somewhat scattered school uniforms, walked through the corner and came to the door of the principal's office, looked at the armor without the helmet, put on a cool expression, and asked softly.

"Let me think about it..." Nelson stood aside, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "She may have forgotten."

"Uh," Tom said, shaking his head, "but it's not a big problem. I guess it's some kind of lemon-related food. The British diet is so scarce that it won't take long for us to exhaustively."

"Lemon tsampa?"

"what are you saying?"

"Oh!"

The door opened, and Professor Slughorn shook his elastic and growing belly, smiled open the door of the principal’s office, and greeted him. He snatched two students who made him a big hit. , Took them by the shoulders, and walked in with them, but he was too wide, so he had to go in sideways. Even so, his belly was still scratched to the door frame.

"Look who is here!" Professor Slughorn said loudly as if offering a treasure, "Isn't this our hero!"

Under the gaze of the old principal on the wall, Nelson and Tom couldn't wait to lower their heads into their collars, embarrassed all over their bodies.

"Horace, you will make them shy like this," Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand. The two couches appeared on the carpet opposite each other. He got up, walked over to the couch and sat down, "Sit down." , I want to ask you something."

A few seconds later, Nelson and Tom sat together, complaining that Tom’s helmet was stuffed into the fireplace again by Dumbledore. Professor Slughorn and Dumbledore sat together, and all four of them changed into seriousness. The expression, waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"Too many things have happened lately, I don't even know where to start," Dumbledore rubbed his temples and pondered for a moment. He looked at the two opposite people and said, "Let’s start with the most recent. What do you know about Professor Sykes?"

"What did she do to Chris?" Tom didn't answer Dumbledore directly, but instead raised another question.

"Professor Sykes...At present, it seems that she has not done anything to Miss Jewell, but just happened to find out about her digging secret passages. She even gave Miss Jewell some help not limited to digging tunnels," Dumbledore Explained, "At first we thought that Miss Jeweller was under her control, so we would hide it for her. In fact, we just got in touch with Augusta...you should know her, right?"

After receiving affirmative replies from the two, Dumbledore continued, “Augusta told us that she inherited this tunnel from a previous Gryffindor student, but she did more than Miss Jeweller. I even escaped all the spell lessons to dig tunnels."

"That's good," Tom nodded, took out a thick notebook from his arms, and handed it to Dumbledore. "These are some secrets I occasionally discovered. Professor Sykes seems to have been doing something unreasonable. Business."

"Oh?" Dumbledore took the little notebook in Tom's hand and flipped through it quickly.

"Professor, these evidences were given to you when I originally planned to graduate."

"Are you afraid that Professor Sykes will give you a low score for your spell class?" Dumbledore laughed, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but as he looked through the notes, his expression became more and more serious. Finally, After a long and quiet wait, Dumbledore looked up, exchanged glances with Professor Slughorn, and asked, "Do you know Borgin Bok?"

Tom's pain shrank imperceptibly, and then replied, "I don't know, Professor."

"That's good...Tom, you helped us a lot!" Dumbledore closed his notes and said, "It looks like the situation is much more serious now. I think I need to visit the ministry tomorrow. What else do you have? Did you find it?"

"Except for the disappearing gems in the Slytherin hourglass, I don't think there is anything else, Professor," Tom shook his head. "But Gnar has."

"Wait, I have a problem."

The old voice joined the conversation, and Tom raised his head, staring at the portrait at the top.

"It has to do with other missing gems."

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