My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

"It's unbelievable..." Slytherin stood there, looking at the door of the women's bathroom in front of him with a sorrowful expression, and after a long time he refused to take the first step, "They changed my castle to this way."

"Slytherin...Professor." Tom said, "There are many students at Hogwarts, but many bathrooms are needed for the students to solve their physical needs. When more and more open spaces are transformed into useful places, this just shows Your business has achieved the success you expected."

"You can really talk," Slytherin smiled relievedly. Tom thought he would have to spend more time talking. He didn't expect Slytherin to accept all this so quickly. He took a free and easy step towards the ladies. Walking indoors, his goal is very clear. It seems that he knows which faucet corresponds to the secret room. "But this is normal. I did not disclose my secret room, so it is understandable that they mistake this room for an empty room. Yes, I also considered the condition of it being covered, so there is a magic spell that can always make the sign of the entrance of the chamber appear on the ironwork closest to it."

Slytherin is much more approachable than he imagined, and he is also a very reasonable person. Tom silently read the book "History Assessment-100 Things You Need to Know About Salazar Slytherin" in his mind. The content was wiped away, and he started to observe with his own eyes this grandfather, who was unable to contain his aging despite his efforts to straighten his back. He seemed to have something heavy on his shoulders, pressing this ancient portrait into the old one. So in the pile of paper.

He hummed an old ballad with tunes, and the lyrics were exactly Hogwarts' school song.

After turning for a while, Slytherin suddenly stopped the song. At this moment, he was standing in front of the tap at the entrance of the secret room, turning around and looking at Tom, "Come on, open it."

"Professor, this is your secret room."

"I like your name as a professor. It makes me feel as if I'm still teaching students diligently," Slytherin shook his head and stepped aside. "You are a man of this age, and my treasure should not be opened by myself. Come on, heir of Slytherin...this is your secret room."

The speech of the ancient wizard always has an inexplicable charm. His tone is undulated, like chanting a poem, and like casting a spell. Tom was infected by this sentence, and his heart was filled with inexplicable excitement. His feet moved. Slytherin's eyes flashed with expectation, as if he was full of expectations for Tom personally opening the door of the secret room.

Tom and Slytherin looked at each other for a long time, and finally walked to the faucet, staring at the serpentine mark on the faucet, the mark slowly twisted, the "turn on" command was spit out from his mouth, and the boom came from behind the sink. In the sound, Slytherin nodded in satisfaction.

"Come on, the inheritance of Slytherin has been ruined for a long time, maybe you have seen those gems, those spells, but they are just fur."

Amid the roar of the machine, the entrance hidden behind the sink slowly appeared, like a python growing up with its huge mouth full of fangs, Slytherin took the lead and jumped down, "They owe it You are too much, and Slytherin’s offspring shouldn’t have such a depressed childhood!"

"My childhood was very happy, Professor." Tom followed closely.

"That's really a blessing in misfortune."

After jumping off the pipe, Slytherin, who realized that he did not have a magic wand, was ready to land and be shaken out of a little ink, but when he was about to fall to the ground, he felt a breeze gently lift him up and stabilized. After he landed and stood still, he turned his head and looked at Tom who was right behind him. He raised his mouth and said with a smile, "What do they think of me? A rigid, wizard-oriented, blood-oriented, and Muggle-resistant old madman ?"

"No, Professor," Tom stood still in the tunnel, lit his wand, and responded briefly, "You are the Big Four of Hogwarts."

"The Big Four?"

"Professor," Tom moaned his lips, and spit out: "I think you are the true creator of Hogwarts. Without you, a Muggle-born wizard like me might always be at the bottom, maybe in a few years. Maybe you have already become a criminal before."

"Do you still know this?" Slytherin shook his head. "It is fortunate that you can remember the names of those of us. I have been to the library. It used to be our studio. I saw the school history on the bookshelf. , But no one seems to borrow them."

"We all bought our own school history," Tom lied a little and said, "Gnar, that's the'Nordic' kid you are talking about. He loves history very much. We just arrived at Hogwarts. At the time, he often told us the story of the Big Four establishing schools. Together with three other professors, you walked every inch of Great Britain and brought back every little wizard who was exposed to danger."

This is true. Compared with the prejudices of others, Tom did not look at Slytherin with tinted glasses. He couldn't help but feel a little grateful. If there were no people like Nelson, Slytherin might really be conclusive. Become a rigid, wizard-oriented, pedigree-oriented, and Muggle-resistant old madman.

"Really?" Slytherin laughed a little relievedly. He quickly fell into the memory of a thousand years ago. "It's true, it was difficult for us to enroll students at that time. The pure-blood wizard looked down on the school of our grass team. And the Muggle-born student..."

"Really, Professor," Tom said with piercing eyes, "I know what happened at that time, and you are undoubtedly correct!"

Slytherin was stunned. He didn't expect Tom to say such a thing. He turned his back, as if observing a mural that had been snapped on the wall.

"But there is a big problem with what you just said," after a while, he stood next to Tom again and corrected. "If Hogwarts hadn't been established, you wouldn't be a Muggle-born criminal. Instead, you will inherit the Slytherin name, this castle, countless family curses, and become one of the people who rule this country."

"Why didn't you do this in the first place?" Tom asked rhetorically.

"Which one?" Slytherin used Tom's fluorescent charm to discern the direction and walked towards the secret room. "Then why do I start a school?"

"I see, Professor."

"Well," Slytherin walked, looking at the dark patterns on the walls on both sides, where there were supposed to be many snakes made of emeralds. He pointed to the patterns and introduced to Tom, "In When I was young, this basement was my favorite playground. I was especially fond of the activity of bringing home gems and pasting beautiful patterns on the bare walls, but unfortunately they are not there anymore."

"Sorry, Professor."

"Oh?" Slytherin raised his eyebrows. "Did you do this? I thought it was washed away."

"Yes."

"Haha," Slytherin said with a dry smile, "Then that chandelier..."

"Sorry, Professor."

"..."

Slytherin was silent. Along the way, he didn't know how to deal with this somewhat greedy junior, but after another thought, the younger generation's greed was nothing more than poverty, and poverty was because the ancestors did not leave enough finances. For future generations to squander...Because Tom's behavior of prying walls was so outrageous, even Slytherin's ideas became weird, and he even began to reflect on his ability to make money.

"Okay," skipping the topic just now, the two finally walked to the entrance of the secret room depicting two giant snakes. Slytherin looked at the bare snakeskin, feeling that it had a special sense of beauty, "Let's go in."

As soon as the voice fell, the two snakes on the door were entangled with each other. Tom looked at the scene he had never seen before and silently looked at the familiar and unfamiliar hall behind the door that they had torn apart with their fangs.

"Has anyone else been here?"

"There are Gnar, Professor Dumbledore, and Nagini, another friend of mine." Tom said, "She was cursed with blood before and turned into a serpent. We had to hide her here."

"Blood curse?" Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "Snake-shaped blood cursed orc? Wait, you just said before?"

"Yes," Tom said proudly, "Gnar used Animagus to strip the blood curse from her soul."

"Snake..." Slytherin pondered for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this matter. After a while, he nodded and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that even the blood curse could be solved. That Nordic kid really doesn't generally."

"You have been talking about the Nordic boy, do you know his life experience?" Tom asked curiously.

"Of course, he doesn't look like an Englishman at first sight," Slytherin smiled. "Don't forget, many people say that I am a loyal supporter of pedigree theory."

"Do you know more details?" Tom asked. "He has always been curious about his life experience."

"I think it is not this matter that should be more concerned about," Slatlin said solemnly, "We should care more about the spirituality of his body, did you teach him this magic?"

"What's the matter, Professor?" Tom felt a little nervous in Slytherin's tone. "I once used verbal spirituality to collide with his patron saint curse in a duel. Since then, his patron saint has never used it anymore. Come out, in order to solve this problem, I once taught him speech spirituality, is there any restriction? Is there any danger to him?"

"At present, the danger is not enough, but why do you want to learn magic that you don't understand, or even learn it?"

"Is this magic difficult, Professor?"

"..." Slytherin coughed slightly and continued, "It's not difficult to be stumped, but do you know why I created spirituality in the first place?"

"Because you can't learn the patron saint?"

"You kid...Of course, I really can't learn the patron saint. My magic power is too deeply affected by the black magic. The black wizard can't learn the patron saint. Although I am sure to maintain my soul, the magic will always deteriorate. ," Slytherin put his hand on a stone pillar, and the magic text of linguistic spirit flashed on the top of his head, "but in order to fight against the dementor's cataclysm back then, I have developed a method that anyone can use with any emotion. It is a kind of patron saint curse, it can effectively kill the dementors, and at the same time, it has the same power on the patron saint."

"Gnar's patron saint was destroyed by me... and linguistic spirit cannot be used at the same time as the patron saint spell." Tom quickly realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Yes, you are very smart," Slytherin clapped his hands approvingly, and said, "The patron saint requires a bright heart and a good mood, but the spirit of speech corresponds to other emotions-anger, desire, hatred, Even jealousy can become the driving force of magic. I know some people like to say that they are mixed, but can your magic be mixed?"

"Nanar..."

"When you participated in the Triwizard Tournament, he briefly allowed the patron saint to attach to the giant. I guess he had already used verbal spirits to remove some of the effects of your emotional collision, so despite his The patron saint has no entity, but it can still be attached to other things to assist in combat," Slytherin said, "but then your principal asked him to do something."

"Pippy?" Tom frowned.

"My brains are turning very fast, yes, Royna set some spells in the castle to ensure that the magic power of the little wizard will not run away due to too fast growth and too active spirit. I didn't expect these magic powers to go away. The castle elves were born," Slytherin nodded, and said, "He guessed the essence of Pepi ghost early in the morning, and solved the problem in the most convenient way-absorbing its emotions, and at the same time, he seemed to be full of emotions. Like a water sac, it has absorbed too much magic power-let me say, Tom, he has studied this spell much more profoundly than you."

"This is too nonsense!" Tom waved his wand angrily.

"Yes, this guy and Godric are the same, and so are your current principals," Slytherin said rudely, "covered the lid and simmered it for a lifetime, and when I opened it, I found that there was no good dish stewed in it! "

"What should I do?" Tom asked anxiously, "I can't go on like this."

"Don't worry, there won't be any good dishes if you eat in a hurry," Slytherin said like a gourmet. "Let him come here another day. The best way to solve this problem is to release the magic power, but it is not suitable. On the contrary, there is danger in the carrier, but I think this is not a big problem for him-according to my observation, he should have countless things to bear these huge magic powers."

Slytherin talked about it again for a long time, but Tom didn't hear what he was talking about until Slytherin walked up to him and waved his hand.

"Ah..." Tom came back to his senses, "What's the matter, Professor?"

"Listen carefully. I noticed Royna's shadow in your spellcasting habits. Have you seen her?" Slytherin seemed to forget that he asked Tom this question in the first place.

"I have seen her memory."

"Is that crown? She always likes to play this kind of flower work, and some ideas even shocked me as an evil dark wizard." Slytherin tutted amazed, "I admit that she is creative in creativity, but it is not suitable for teaching. ."

"Professor, I think Ms. Roy's spell is very useful, very concise, and very fast."

"Is your surname Ravenclaw?"

"I-"

"From now on, the most concise, fastest, most effective, most powerful, and most efficient magic surname is Slytherin!"

"professor-"

"I ask you to spare two hours a day, come here, by yourself, I will personally teach you all the magic that belongs to Slytherin, what your principal taught you is too gentle, and Roy's magic is also Too flashy," Slytherin’s face was filled with unshakable confidence, and at that moment, every stone pillar in the secret room lit up, countless magic texts gleaming above Tom’s head like stars, Slytherin’s The voice echoed between the stone pillars, "If you have never seen a strong, then you will always be weak, and a person with Slytherin blood is not worthy to be a weak!"

Tom looked obsessedly at those magic texts he had never seen in so many years, his eyes were full of obsession.

"Yes, it's this desire, it will make you strong!" Slytherin shouted, "Tom Slytherin! I can't wait too long!"

From a distance came the noise of Xisuo Suo, the little cute basilisk was startled by the sound, it had already forgotten the past in serious injuries, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com still crawled out of the darkness in the corner and approached the most familiar person in memory.

The starry sky formed by the magic text is experiencing the darkness before dawn, the old moonlight is shining on Slytherin, but the sun is rising.

"Professor," Tom regained his clarity after a brief trance, "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Oh?" Slytherin was silent for a moment, and he chuckled, after receiving too many rejections tonight, "Okay."

The secret room lit up, and the blazing light of the magic text spilled on Tom, and the Slytherin on the side was a little transparent, and the color became thin. He was just a person in the painting from the past.

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