My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore did not follow up, he just let the few people lie quietly among the thorns, and did not remove the disguise from their faces.

"professor…"

A wizard with his throat said softly, even though his voice was changed, he could still tell that he was not too old, as if he was a student who admitted his mistake to the teacher, "Please give me a chance."

Hearing this call, Dumbledore's shoulders seemed to collapse all of a sudden. He shook his head gently and laughed mockingly, "I don't have the right to give you any chance, Obil, the opportunity is yours. , Is also chosen by you."

"Professor, I have never hurt anyone."

"Don't you think that only death curses are hurt?" The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes could not be suppressed. He held his wand tightly and asked, "Do you think if you really followed them to achieve your goal today? , Won't these people be hurt by you?"

"But we didn't achieve the so-called goal."

"Some things have no results, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened." Dumbledore raised his wand. "This is the last time I have said these things to you as a teacher. I believe that among your group, there are still My students, my classmates, and even my elders, but you seem to even be a wizard, no! As a person you have to give up the most basic honor, I still remember you left Hogwarts fifteen years ago What you said to me at that time, Obier, can you repeat it?"

"Of course, Professor, I haven't forgotten."

The masked Obier did not twist his voice anymore. His energetic, tired, independent, helpless, sly, stupid, and somewhat familiar voice that belonged to a thirty-year-old man finally It appeared in Dumbledore’s ear, "Professor, you can help me sign the recommendation form. I promise I will study hard in the future..."

"What to study?" Dumbledore asked.

"Learn how to be an independent person."

"I should have known it a long time ago. I helped a student who was a little bit short of succeeding in the job assigned by his parents, but wanted him to be an independent person." Dumbledore laughed at himself, "This matter was logical from the beginning. Oversight."

"Professor!" Obier shouted eagerly, "You can't hand me over to the Ministry of Magic, he will avenge us!"

"You did the things you did to Nobby. Isn't his counterattack unreasonable?" Dumbledore smiled but seemed to be angry. "Even a dark wizard like you should feel that Is it reasonable to have come and go?"

"Professor, please give me a chance!" Even though his companions lost their voices as if they confessed their fate, Obier still shouted as if grabbing the straw, even crying, "I am your student, and Dai —"

"enough!"

Dumbledore appeared inside the barrier, leaning on McGonagall's shoulders, looking at Nelson and Tom, and said wearily, "You two, there are still exams."

Nelson nodded, knowing he should leave, so he glanced at Tom and disappeared.

…

Tom and Nelson climbed out of the fireplace in Hogsmeade's clothing store and walked quickly towards the castle.

As the exam approached, everyone experienced such a collective coma, so even on weekends, there were not many students in Hogsmeade. It seemed to be much more depressed than in the past. This is what the village looks like when only villagers live. Bottom, every family’s chimney was filled with smoke. In some small shops selling food, owners, shop assistants and family members sat all over the table, enjoying the rare leisure on weekends.

But when the two pass by, they will put down their knives and forks again, for fear that the two tourists will enter their shop.

Aberforth’s bar was even more outrageous. The two wanted to say hello, but saw that its door was locked. Aberforth didn’t know where to go. There was an invisible ice bucket at the door, like I randomly found a paint bucket and poured some ice cubes in. There were several bottles of butterbeer braving in the ice bucket. Tom walked to the door, drew two bottles of butterbeer from the bucket, and stuffed them into the crack of the door. A few steel pins were handed to Nelson a bottle.

"It's really easy for him to do this business." The sky was not too warm, and Nelson took a swig and was shaken from head to toe by the ice. He opened his mouth to exhaust air while saying, "Just put a slot machine at the door. Put a coin in and spit out a drink."

"Then Dumbledore is afraid that he will kill him, do these things at Hogwarts door," Tom shrugged, his expression as if he was drinking real beer, "Aberforth is not in the store at all, you are not. I’ve been here a few times when I was there, and there was only one bartender in the store who was changing people every time. I don’t know what he was up to all day long. Maybe it was his brother’s silly stuff."

"It's also possible that I'm helping Dumbledore." Nelson held the bottleneck and touched Tom. The two of them drank the drinks in their hands like drunks everywhere on the streets of London. "He is indeed a man. People who can't be idle."

"Aren't you?" Tom threw the empty bottle next to the ice bucket.

"What? I don't have his complicated family."

"I mean, don't you just stay away from home several times throughout the year?" Tom, as if drunk, removed the mask of an outstanding student on this path where no one passed by, blushed, and yelled. "If I were Dumbledore, I wouldn’t have issued you a diploma. See what you learned at Hogwarts? Use the Levitating Charm to float the feathers? Then you left. When you came back , You become a guy talking and laughing with Grindelwald. Fortunately, they invited you to be the gatekeeper, otherwise I'm really afraid that you would sit on the podium and give me points."

"Tom..." Nelson raised the empty bottle in his hand, poured the last few drops of soda into his mouth toward the mouth of the bottle, slapped his mouth, and said, "Did you drink again?"

"I didn't." Tom's face became redder and red. "The big iron man you are sitting on is very majestic! But they all only saw your awe, only the silent appearance of you punching to death. I only see how much better you are than other guys of the same age or even older ones, but what else can they see?"

"What should they see?" Nelson asked in a deep voice, holding on to Tom's shoulder.

"Why did you make it? Who do you want to use it to deal with? Is there an enemy in the world that needs it to deal with?" Tom held Nelson's shoulders with his backhand, staring at Nelson's red eyes. Shuang had such blue eyes when she first met, "You told me before, after three years, but three years after three years, and three years after three years, do you think of me like Christian? I know that you are different from other prophets. The future you see is more specific or more terrifying? You should at least tell me that if you don’t believe in Dumbledore or other people, you should at least believe in me!"

"I..." Nelson was speechless, but he said quickly, "I just want to be strong, Tom. Many things make me insecure."

"Is that powerful? Nar?" Tom's mouth showed an unspeakable smile, and his bloodshot dark eyes were terrifying but peaceful. He seemed to have seen Nelson through, and said gently, "If you really In the pursuit of being strong, you should pursue extraordinary spells and search for mysterious potions like me, instead of spending the time that should have been practicing spells sneaking out a wrench in the middle of the night, don’t you know how fragile a wizard is ?"

"Tom..."

"You don't like Dumbledore, but do you know? You and Dumbledore are getting more and more alike," Tom bit his lip, and squeezed Nelson's shoulder hard. "You two are talking like you are talking Participating in the riddle contest, you are almost the same as the person who turned into you, sorry, Gnar, I read his memory."

"You, what did you see?" Nelson explained, "I'm really unfamiliar with him."

"I know, but he is imitating you. A normal person is crazy after imitating you. Gnar, how much pressure do you endure? Is that mean Helbo? I don't think an old black wizard will Forcing people like you to be like this, I don’t think he even appeared in your "prophecies", so what are you afraid of?" Tom asked himself, "I also thought about it, it would be Grindelwald, people like him are really scary, and you even made special predictions about him before, but I also found that your disdain for the predictions does not seem to be false, so Gnar, you are not afraid of Dumbledore. You see the ending of their story, and you understand that it does not require your care, so you can even choose to go to Newmontgard after leaving Hogwarts, even if his ideas are naturally at odds with you, even Dumbledore When persuading me, I said that you have a reason not to vote for Grindelwald-then why did you choose this way? Why did you share your talents with him? Because you know that Grindelwald will not succeed."

"I admit." Nelson nodded and admitted generously, "I have always denied that I am a prophet, because what I foresee is not a clue in the unknown. The things I know are very clear, but they seem to be true to me. The same happened, but you have to know that many things have changed, Tom, fate is not unchangeable."

"So you are afraid of me, are you?" Tom smiled, "Can you tell me? In the future you see, what kind of person am I?"

The cold wind followed the streets and turned firmly into this remote corner. The temperature was treated equally to it, and no place would get rid of the change of seasons.

Time seems to be stagnant, but the gravel that keeps tapping on the wall reminds the two people standing here, like the sound of a clock, ticking.

"Tom, you have become a devil."

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"One of the strongest, coldest...and most failed Dark Lord ever."

"Huh—" Tom let out a long sigh of relief. After hearing these words, he became more relaxed, and patted Nelson's shoulder with his right hand, "Is it better to say it?"

"Tom..." Nelson looked at him blankly.

"I actually considered this situation before." Tom gave a cheerful smile. "It may be cool to be the Dark Lord, but Grindelwald has used this name, and the second person's grade is lower."

"I believe you won't go to that ending, Tom." Nelson lowered his eyes, his tone full of certainty, "The story has changed a lot."

After telling this deep-seated secret, Nelson was even more relaxed than Tom who finally heard the secret.

"Actually, a long time ago, when you encouraged me with high intensity every day, I felt it," Tom blinked. "You are afraid that I will become that kind of person, but you are not afraid that I am strong enough to endanger you, you are afraid that you will bear it on your shoulders. Personally defeat me and even kill my responsibility."

"Yes."

"But I won't be easily defeated by you."

"That may be true."

"What's more, I won't be that kind of person. I have no interest in these funny powers." Tom raised his head and looked up at the sky, exposing the most vulnerable throat. "If you are really afraid, You could kill me at any time, but you didn't, Nar. You may not believe that on the day Jonas died, I was the one who was afraid that you would become the Dark Lord."

"but I do not have."

"Yes, but who knows? I think I might still become a demon king. If you, if the people I care about are blamed by fate, I might really become an enemy of the world." Tom Low Head, sparkling sparkling in the originally dry eyes, "I thought at the time, if you are really disappointed in this world, I should give you a hand or stay with you."

"It looks like you have the answer."

"Yes, you are the same as me, aren't you?"

…

On the way back to the castle, Nelson saw from a distance the ship belonging to Boothbarton and the black tower of Demstrang. A white man stood beside Sigmund, tightly wrapped in a white bandage. It looks like a mummy.

"What's that?" Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the white guy. Even if he had good eyesight, he couldn't see the face inside through the bandage. "Looks like a person?"

Tom raised his head, took a glance, and replied absently, "That's Kant."

"Ludwig Kant?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, UU reading www.uukānshu. com "I remember you were fighting him before going to London, right?"

"Yes."

"You beat him like this?" Nelson was speechless. "What kind of hatred?"

"Didn't you lie to me in a hurry?" Tom retorted, "I just went to the student room with him at that time, and this guy kept saying something like'Please show your true strength', I I have to satisfy him."

"Huh!" Nelson lowered his eyebrows, "Yes, this guy doesn't look like the kind of person who can find himself a step. He came to you for a duel, maybe he really just wants to know where you are."

"He's quite interesting." Tom nodded.

"I'm really curious, in places like Durmstrang, why someone with his character is cultivated." Nelson put down the oars.

"Riddle, I'm leaving." Ludwig stood in the cold wind, looking at the leaf on the water of the distant Black Lake with the two people in the boat, his eyes full of power, "And Williams, Huo Gwarz is really a magical place."