My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Tom! Open the door!"

Tom stopped his drainage work and looked at Nelson. The two looked at each other, turned around together, and stared in the direction of the front door of the shop.

But the clear water in Nelson's hand, such as a spring, forgot to stop. Seeing that the sewage was about to overflow the ankles of the two of them, Tom exclaimed, and quickly opened the vanishing cabinet with his eyesight and hands, threw the pool of water into a brown ball, and stuffed it into it. In the cabinet, Nelson put down his wand. No matter what happened to Dumbledore, at least the three of them were cleaned up.

"Oh! Tom! Stop!"

Dumbledore’s shouts became more and more urgent. Behind him was full of onlookers. They curiously watched the Hogwarts principal shouting outside a haunted shop, feeling more and more Looking at it, Dumbledore gritted his teeth, raised his wand, pushed open the store door and rushed in.

At the same time, in the basement, Nelson tilted his head to the door, "Tom, are you going to open the door?"

"I'm not going."

"Aren't you a secret base?" Nelson raised his eyebrows as if he could speak, and made a teasing face. "Isn't it an open secret?"

Suddenly there was a crackling explosion above his head, and it seemed that Dumbledore had broken in.

"I don't know how he found it!" Tom shook his head and surreptitiously covered a corner of the tarp on the vanishing cabinet. "I swear, I have put all the secret spells I can think of in this room. The pavement has been set up, maybe I should move it away."

"So you know where the other end is." Nelson looked at Tom's expression and waved his magic wand quietly. The tarp covering the vanishing cabinet was curled together and turned into a long idle fireplace, which will disappear. The cabinet was tightly shielded behind him, "I heard that there is a curse called the Red Loyalty Curse. If you use it—"

"Nall, don't even think about cursing with loyalty," the basement door squeaked open from the outside, and Dumbledore staggered down the stairs, his right half of his face unknowingly blown away by something. It was scorched, and even the robe turned into a black ball, but Nelson felt that it should have been purple. Dumbledore saw the two of them, then glanced at the thief who was tied to the wall by them, and bent down. He leaned on his knees, panted heavily, and said intermittently, "If you really hide the address of this house in your heart, then Hogwarts won't have to open."

"Professor, how are you?" This was Nelson's concern.

"What happened to Hogwarts?" This was Tom's confusion, "Professor?"

"Ahem!"

Dumbledore coughed loudly, but a puff of black smoke came out of his throat, his legs trembling, and he sat back, but was caught by a high-back chair that appeared suddenly—and the auditorium. The chair he usually sits on is exactly the same.

"Don't you know how well I am?"

Dumbledore was sweating like he had gone through a marathon.

"You really caught the weakness of all wizards!" He looked at Nelson, his calf twitched secretly, and his expression was complicated and exclaimed, "You may not know, since I was fourteen years old, I have never had Phantom Transformation. Ran over."

"Sorry, Professor."

Nelson smirked. The magic devices he set up in the store were not too powerful, but they were plentiful and flexible enough. Generally speaking, unless someone was able to hold the tortoise shell at 360 degrees without dead ends. Eat those scorching rays, otherwise you want to go deep inside, you have to be very skilled.

"Clean thinking, Nelson, if you can set up the battlefield in advance, you can leave an indelible impression on any wizard in the world." Dumbledore waved his hand and looked at Tom with a more complicated expression. "Tom, Do you have a grudge against the house elves?"

"What? Professor?" Tom's expression was also confused, "I seem to have never dealt with house elves."

"Why are you pouring dirty water into Hogwarts?" Dumbledore stretched out his trembling hand, raised his wand like an old man, and drew an irregular circle in the air. Soon, a scene. The cool picture with special effects clearly appeared in the middle of the three:

A house plate with Ogg's name trembling slightly.

The camera zoomed out, and the full view of the wooden door of the castle administrator's office appeared in front of three days. Then, the wooden door began to tremble violently, and the solid wood slowly protruded from the middle, and it was rounded by the contents of the door.

This makes people wonder what is behind the door. Nelson and Tom's Adam's apple made a "grumbling" sound at the same time. Dumbledore gave them a helpless look and continued to maintain the picture.

The sound of ocean waves faintly came from behind the door, so that Nelson wanted to recite a paragraph of "Haiyan" aloud. Finally, the wooden door couldn't bear the heavy pressure, the corners cracked, shattered into countless pieces, and was rushed by the sewage that followed. Down the corridor.

The sewage surging surging, engulfing the contraband stored in Ogg's office, the contraband collected from the students is naturally not a cute little thing like a dwarf cat-big dung bombs, spiked frisbees, all kinds of fireworks, crazy Wandering ball, wait and so on, there is also a short man—oh, that's Ogg.

Suddenly, sewage gushed from the corridor and rushed to all parts of the castle along the stairs. Two young Hufflepuff couples were in the corridor, but they suddenly saw a brown dragon rushing towards them. The girl stuffed the snacks in the boy's hands, and the two had no time to protect the snacks with a spell, and they were washed away by the water in the next second.

This stream of water spread to two floors. Many tables, chairs and benches floated in the water, and there were many people like the little couple.

"It's magnificent." The young man who was tied to the wall exclaimed.

"Monton, you can talk less if you can't speak." Dumbledore said wearily. "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask me to find the suspicious dark wizard?" the young man quibbled. "I've inquired about this shop. This shop belongs to a powerful dark wizard named Chamberlain. He and his accomplice Karkaroff once overturned it. A section of the street in the alley exploded into the sky. Regarding this shop, I also found out—"

His small grunting eyes suddenly caught sight of Tom who was facing him, so he closed his mouth immediately, "Albus, you are right, I really don't speak much."

But Tom didn't pay attention to him. He just stared at the picture displayed by Dumbledore. He closed his eyes distressedly when he saw that a few very old vases were broken by debris in the water.

Nelson even saw the question mark stepping on a broken wooden board, making a surfing gesture. Behind it was a Peppy ghost who was not afraid of dirty and tired. He excitedly fished out the various contraband confiscated by Ogg from the water. , Thrown at everyone he can see, even Flivy suffered.

When he saw that the administrator's office and the two floors below were soaked in water, he took a breath, but because it still had a bad smell, he quickly vomited it out.

"professor……"

Tom's voice suddenly became louder, and he became righteous, "Who did this! We must never let him go!"

Dumbledore: "..."

"Okay, Professor, I'm sorry, I will take the responsibility." Tom's aura fell again. He poked his hand at the fireplace next to him. The hard fireplace quickly slipped down like a piece of cloth, revealing what was hidden behind him. Vanishing Cabinet, "I didn't expect the other half of this Vanishing Cabinet to be Hogwarts."

"It wasn't originally," Dumbledore shook his head. "It was confiscated by Ogg from Mr. Malfoy last week, when he sought out some helpers and was about to put a classmate who could not be beaten on a normal day into the vanishing cabinet. ."

"Abraxas? He is too naughty!"

"..."

"Well, Professor, I will pay." Tom spread his hands. At the same time, Nelson was turning his back to Dumbledore and secretly unfastening the chains of the three thieves, pretending that they were sleeping on the bed against the wall. "I just received 300 gallons..."

"Tom, I'm here only to prevent you from draining the sewage, not for your bonus," Dumbledore shook his head, "and I have to say a word, it is not good to lynch."

"Professor, we are not lynching," Nelson opened his hands. "As you can see, we only used the water curse, we just want to clean it up for them."

"Pay attention to the method, Gnar," Dumbledore said helplessly. "The cleaning spell combined with the adsorption spell will form a special variant that can instantly clean people out, but the price may be the hair of the person who is cast, but I Think, people who are so dirty may not care about their hair."

Nelson thought for a while, and tried his hands on the young man called Monton. With a wailing, a clean bald head without hair and eyebrows appeared in front of them. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "My The spells are still much worse than yours."

"It's just life experience." Dumbledore's physical strength has recovered a little, and he can already do difficult movements like shrugging. "When I was young, I didn't look down on the life curse, but every curse was developed. The meaning of existence, and even the simplest life curse, if it can be thoroughly studied, it will not be weaker than those seemingly powerful magic. The purpose of magic is not to make people hurt each other crackling, but to make us Life is better."

"You're right," Nelson nodded, as expected of Dumbledore, and he said it was full of truth. "Like Muggle technology, they can use them on weapons to kill the same kind, or they can use them. In daily life, make life faster and faster."

"Yes, Muggles have a lot of things, even more magical than magic." Dumbledore agreed.

"I think so too, when I went to Holland before—"

"Monton, don't talk if you can't speak." Dumbledore took another look at him. Because Monton on the wall was not bound by chains, he was sliding down inch by inch. Dumbledore did not delve into Tom's disappearance. He didn’t delve into this shop and the legendary dark wizard. Although he knew Tom was familiar with Chamberlain’s grandma, he didn’t break it. He just said, “For your actions, even though most of the damage is Pippi It was caused by ghosts, but the cause is still with you. I will punish you to go to Minerva’s office every night for the rest of the semester to be confined in Minerva’s office. Isn’t it okay?”

"Professor, have you seen her?" Nelson asked.

"Well," Dumbledore nodded, "she should need you to clean her up."

"We will go every day." Nelson nodded. "We may go to her again in a few days."

"Oh..." Dumbledore didn't say much, but he obviously knew what had happened to McGonagall, and all his emotions were condensed in a sigh.

"The other thing I came here was to take him away," Dumbledore said angrily, looking at Monton in the corner who was pretending to zip his mouth. "Don't look at him like this, he is actually a good man. It's just...maybe in the wrong place."

Monton patted his chest and nodded frantically.

"No problem," Tom said. "Are you going to take the other two people away as well?"

"I think--"

Dumbledore had just said a few words when the thief, who was as weak as a dead dog, suddenly violent. He didn’t know where his strength and desire to live, rushed to Dumbledore’s side, strangled his neck with his arm, and took it. The nail was against his throat.

"You guys will let me go!"

The four sober people in the room, except Dumbledore, looked at him like a fool.

Seeing that no one was speaking, the thief exerted some strength, but Dumbledore, who was motionless, only glanced at him, and he fell softly to the ground.

Dumbledore swallowed the words that had just come to his lips, and said, "I think the Aurors would like this kind of effortless work."

"I think so."

Seeing Nelson and Tom who were busy cleaning up the shop, Dumbledore took a rest and joined their team.

"You just mentioned the Courageous Faithful Curse," Dumbledore said while resetting the shelves in the store. "It is difficult, but it may not be difficult for you. If you are interested, I can teach you."

"Thank you, professor."

"When you use the repair spell to deal with damaged items, you can't just stare at the damaged place," Dumbledore picked up his teacher's old profession and helped, while telling the two things that most people don't care about. People, "If the crack is too strong, the undamaged place may cause problems in future use."

In this way, the distressed shop was quickly restored to its original condition, and it was even cleaner than it was in the first place. Tom tied the two thieves together firmly, and Monton worked very quickly.

"Nall, Dumbledore may have a better way. After all, he has lived so many years longer than us." Taking advantage of the three of them in the store on the first floor, Tom pulled Nelson aside and whispered ~www. readwn.com~Tom, that was just what I said casually. "Nelson directed the rag to wipe the dust," said, "Predictions are generally unreliable. "

"But just in case, we need help!"

"What's wrong? Isn't my spell useful?" Dumbledore poked his head out of the two shelves.

"Professor!" Tom took Nelson towards Dumbledore. "We passed the Department of Mysteries earlier."

"Is that the secret department of the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore asked. "I heard that they are studying very profound magic, but it might be very inefficient to work behind closed doors. What happened?"

"Professor, Gnar made a prophecy, a prophecy included in the orb."

"what?"

Tom repeated the prophecy to Dumbledore, looking at him nervously.

"Oh! What an incredible prediction," Dumbledore patted the two men's shoulders vigorously. "But wiping the shelves with a rag is far better than cleaning up."