My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I turned out to be classmates with Voldemort (!

"Professor, I'm back."

Nelson’s movement interrupted the conversation between Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn. He pulled his head out of the **** basin and breathed like a fish stranded on the shore, his chest rising and falling violently. With his back to the two professors, the uncle did not move.

"What's the matter with you? Nelson," Dumbledore asked with concern. "Is it out of breath?"

"It's okay, Professor," Nelson turned his back to the professor, stuffed a small silver ball into his sleeve, turned around and walked to the sofa, and put the crystal bottle in his hand on the coffee table, looking relaxed Many, "This is the memory you want."

"Mind if I take a look here?"

Dumbledore picked up the crystal bottle, held it in front of him, and stared at the silver-white steam rising like steam and flowing like a liquid.

"Of course I don't mind, Professor," Nelson nodded, sitting across from the two of them, and said briskly, "It's important to find the truth."

"Um."

Dumbledore seemed very anxious, so anxious that he didn't want to go to the meditation basin to read the memory. He took out his wand and lightly tapped the cork. The cork flew out with a "swish" and was inserted into the soft ceiling. Using a magic wand to pick up a wisp of silver steam escaping from the mouth of the bottle, the whole memory was pulled out of the crystal bottle.

The entity of memory is like a piece of cloth cut from the galaxy. Under the guidance of a magic wand, it ripples in the room like a streamer. It quickly formed a ring of primacy around Dumbledore. He put down the magic wand, Leaning on the back of the chair, his lips moved slightly.

The ring gradually shrank, covering his eyes.

Nelson raised his eyebrows. He was the first time he saw someone reading memories like this.

"Wow," Dumbledore was completely immersed in that memory. In order to break the silence, Professor Slughorn clapped his hands and directed Nelson's attention to himself. "You want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Is it rewarded?"

"I—" Nelson looked at Professor Slughorn's face and put on a sincere expression.

"Well, you don't need to say, I think I already know."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson said, "By the way, Tom and I passed by the door of the principal's office before and saw the hourglass in our college bottomed out."

"Nelson," Professor Slughorn shook his fat belly, stretched his arm to pat Nelson's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Actually, the points deducted can be added back."

"But Professor, the weekend is coming soon. Even if Slytherin’s classmates do not violate the school rules, they can get ten points in every class, which is just a drop in the bucket." Nelson blinked, "I’m just a little curious, our points are How did it disappear? Professor, if someone targets us, you have to call the shots for us."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Professor Slughorn let out a pale and awkward laugh, turned his head and looked at the furnishings on the bookcase, and whispered, "The'other' you are talking about, it may be me, silently attacking I was a little anxious at the time and wanted to scare Black with deductions, but I didn’t expect it to be a deduction.”

"Huh?" A big bewilderment popped out of Nelson's small body.

"Horace, maybe I can add these points back for you," Dumbledore's voice suddenly came. Nelson looked at him and found that he had escaped from memory, holding the corked crystal bottle in his hand. , With a weird expression, "I know you and Mr. Black are both trying to save classmates. These points should not be deducted."

"Forget it, it's not a good thing that you just made an exception like this when you became the principal." Unexpectedly, Professor Slughorn, who has been obsessed with the Academy Cup for many years, rejected Dumbledore's kindness. He shook his head and said, "Even if I just scared him, but the deduction is from my mouth, and I should take the responsibility."

"What? Are you here to add the points back for them?" Dumbledore smiled and returned the crystal bottle to Nelson. "It's not impossible."

"No, I will apologize to the children," Professor Slughorn said in a low voice, "Now I can only hope that they can use their performance to recover some of the results in the last time of the semester! I will explain to them. Even if we missed the Academy Cup in the end, even if our scores were the lowest in history, in my heart, the Slytherin children are the best students this year! Everything is just my dean’s fault."

"You don't need to be like this," Dumbledore persuaded. "Even if I add the score back, they will understand it."

"My mistake shouldn't make you pay for it, Albus." Professor Slughorn refused decisively. "Although the parents of Slytherin students are a bit difficult to deal with, I will convince them."

"Professor," Nelson interjected abruptly, "don't worry, we will get these scores back."

"Really?" Professor Slughorn squeezed out a big smile and patted Nelson's shoulder again, this time with a lot more force. He swallowed and said in a weird tone, "I believe you ."

"Professor, you should trust every Slytherin."

"Believe... Of course I believe."

"But you have to pay attention to Mr. Black," Dumbledore blinked. "He is no less powerful than any Gryffindor."

"I can transfer Blake to Gryffindor. I think Minerva will give me this face." Professor Slughorn relaxed a lot, even rubbing his hands and starting a joke, "No, Ge Lanfindor’s grades were also the last one, and I should have him transfer to Slytherin."

"Alphad will be sad that way, Professor, he is a great contributor to saving the classmates."

"Absolutely not! The members of the Black family have been Slytherins for generations!" A scream suddenly came from the wall. Nelson and the two professors slowly turned their heads and looked at Phineas's picture frame. There is an ear half exposed at the edge, "I didn't listen to your conversation! I was giving my grandson a word at home and accidentally leaned on the picture frame."

"Phineas," Dumbledore said gently, "Dailys hates you so much because you accidentally leaned on a frame and hit her?"

"Dalice doesn't hate me!"

"Dalys doesn't hate me!" Dumbledore smiled slyly, and gently waved his wand, Phineas's voice echoed in the office over and over again. Just let her listen."

"What? I can't hear you!" Phineas' half of the ear that was exposed on the edge instantly retracted out of the picture frame.

"Aberforth caused me a lot of trouble," Dumbledore said with a wry smile when Phineas' voice completely disappeared. He looked at Nelson and nodded. "Your memory helped me a lot, I Finally figured out what surprise he left me, no wonder Melissa would run, Miss Qiao Kunda turned out to be sent to the United States personally, if something happens to her, I will also be implicated, then "Prophet Daily" The headline of Principal Hogwarts was colluding with Muggles himself... By the way, Nelson, Professor Sykes took only one thing with him when he hurried away. Do you know what that is?"

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"Tea set," Dumbledore joked, having fun, "She was impressed by your artistic tea art."

"..."

"I have to say that Aberforth is really better than me in some ways." Dumbledore's expression is extremely complicated, it looks like... a middle school student who was caught by his parents in his early love.

"In what way?" Professor Slughorn asked curiously.

"Some personal matters." Dumbledore looked a little hard to say, "Aberforth pressed my face, said something that shouldn't be said behind my back, did some things that shouldn't be done, and promised something that shouldn't be promised. Requirements."

"Oh~" Professor Slughorn gave a playful smile, and Nelson sat aside pretending that he hadn't heard anything.

This topic was quickly skipped. After Nelson took out his freshness and described in detail the intersection between himself and Professor Sykes, Dumbledore, who had exchanged information, basically sketched the story of Professor Sykes before his escape. He concluded "Melissa had told me that she might not stay at Hogwarts until retirement, but I didn't expect this day to come so fast, and I was stuck in such an embarrassing event."

"She is a special person." Professor Slughorn agreed. "I have different ideas about many things. If you want me to say, what's wrong with selling something? Ask the school to make it clear that some are solutions to the problem."

"She is stubborn and smart. Like every Ravenclaw, you might even pass her by when you were in Diagon Alley, but she just can hold her breath and wait until she leaves the magic. The scope is again apparition, maybe now she is swaggering through the fireplace of the Department of International Affairs."

"Do you need me to chase her again?" Professor Slughorn stood up.

"No, let her go," Dumbledore said wearily, rubbing his temples. "I probably know what she wants to do. I want to find my uncomfortable brother."

"Professor, then I will leave first." Nelson also stood up, "If there is anything that needs me, you can just call me."

…

Nelson, who left the office, went straight to the door of the abandoned women's bathroom, took out a book about human body deformation, and sat on the stone pier at the door and waited.

After half-turning a book, Tom came out of the bathroom.

He looked as tired as he had been writing homework for a week, but he was extremely excited, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, which was extremely complicated.

"Gnar, is your patron saint okay?" Tom saw Gnar at the door and said, "It's so serious, you didn't even tell me."

"Fortunately, I found a solution to the problem," Nelson shrugged. "I want to talk to you today. I want to inject some miscellaneous magic into Alexander and need your help."

"That's good," Tom relaxed and began to tell about his experience in the secret room. "Salazar Slytherin is my mother's ancestor."

"Of course, I have said it many times. You are the heir of Slytherin." Nelson nodded, took the magic book into his pocket, stood up, and straightened a painting on the wall. "Didn't you say it? Only? Slytherin's heir can open the secret room. Will you go back to the dormitory?"

Tom nodded, and the two walked side by side to the Slytherin Tower.

"But my last name is not Slytherin." Tom continued following the previous words, as if he hadn't heard what Nelson said. "My body is half of Muggle blood, just like the pet shop owner in our first grade. As I said, I am actually half mudblood."

"I don't think this name is actually an insult, it can be said to be stupid," Nelson shrugged. "If the Muggle-born wizard is humble, then where did the first wizard come from? It fell from the sky. In fact, in the era before the Big Four, Muggle-born wizards were once considered to be exceptionally talented, and they were the first generation of wizards."

"I know."

"What's wrong with you? Did Slytherin brainwash you?" Nelson reached out his hand and flicked Tom's forehead. "Isn't it, can the theory a thousand years ago start such a big wave in your heart?"

"No," Tom was bounced, his forehead a little blue, he brushed away Nelson's hand, rubbed his forehead, and said, "I was shocked just because I was not convinced."

"How to say?"

"I can see that his attitude towards me is special, not because of how good I am, but because I have inherited the blood of Slytherin," Tom shook his head, and he hugged this familiar and unfamiliar ancestor. He has extremely complicated emotions, so he said melancholy, "I used to think that as long as a wizard is strong, he will have everything, but even Salazar Slytherin can be a star-studded person in the long river of history. , His thinking is still unable to jump out of the barriers of the times. He may be ahead and great in his own time, but he is still just a medieval wizard."

"Who isn't it?" Nelson smiled, "Tom, can this kind of question make you so frowning? You know, maybe in a few hundred years, people in the future will also think that we will be conservative and stubborn. The times are Constantly developing, even a prestigious guy like Helbo, can’t it make any waves right now?"

"Oh, speaking of it, Professor Slytherin also mentioned the despicable Helbo to me," Tom said. "I suggest you be careful. After all, even the Big Four take a dark wizard who hides all day long and has no lower limit. No way, he said that this kind of opponent without a bottom line is the most terrifying, because you always have something to care about."

"I think Helbo should not be able to roll over any storms," ​​Nelson shook his head, "He was pushed to death by me, and those scattered Horcruxes are hard to get into any climate, but they are just things that linger. You are worried about Helbo. ?"

"No, I mean, Slytherin will teach me two hours of magic every day, Gnar, don't you let me fall." Tom raised his eyebrows and said, "You may not know, he is simply An encyclopedia, almost all magic is covered and proficient. I have no doubt that in his heyday he will be an opponent of the level of Dumbledore and Helbo. I am really annoyed, but What worries me is what powerful magic I should learn every day."

"..." Nelson felt a bit of a toothache.

"Glory. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Tom shouted a password from the door of the lounge, and walked in with Nelson, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

"Nothing?" Nelson shook his head, and he heard the cry of an owl from the lowering of the dormitory.

The two returned to the bedroom, the money bag with one month's newspaper money hanging by the window was empty, and a thick stack of newspapers was placed on the window sill in a mess.

"Well, the Daily Prophet has added a lot of classes today." Tom walked to the window and picked up the top newspaper. "Ministry of Magic Notice: Please don’t go to Diagon Alley or Charing Cross Road in the near future. "?what happened?"

He became more and more curious, and reached out to the newspaper below.

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