My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"happy vacation."

Standing in the middle of the long table of faculty and staff, Dumbledore said to Lang Sheng that the students who had escaped from the test, despite the exhaustion on their faces, cheered because of the arrival of the holiday.

Although the weather today was not so good, the dome of the auditorium was shining with the sun. Dumbledore was bathed in the sun and looked at the college scoreboard directly above the gate with a relieved smile.

"I understand your desire to get out of our annoying teachers." Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile. "But I still have some clichés to say."

"No! Professor, speak up!"

There was a round of applause and whistle from Gryffindor's long table, as if Dumbledore had just performed a unique skill like swallowing a sword. But this year’s Gryffindor is different from previous years. The long table is no longer occupied by gold and red. Instead, there are many more colors of other colleges. If you look closely, you will find that the students of the fourth college are sitting together and enjoying Other long tables of delicacies, this has never happened before.

"Okay, okay, hospitality is difficult," Dumbledore pressed his palms, and the auditorium quickly fell silent. Everyone was staring at him. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "This semester , We have gone through many things, we have overcome difficulties together, won victories, and gained honors, but all of this is worthwhile, my dear children, I have seen the rare and precious power in you, the reason why we can Overcoming difficulties is because of our unity..."

Dumbledore’s long speech did not arouse the students’ plan. On the contrary, they, who had been in a coma in the same corridor, understood the preciousness of unity in Dumbledore’s mouth more than ever before. It is true that there are always some mavericks in the crowd. Alone guys, but they will no longer refuse a hand from a friend.

Perhaps when school starts next semester, they will still return to their long tables, but this memory will be cherished forever in their hearts.

"...It's the time when everyone is most looking forward to it again," Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the phantom of four animals appeared on his head, accompanied by four hourglasses filled with gems, "It's time to reveal the winner of this year's Academy Cup. At the time, everyone guess, which college will win the crown?"

Dumbledore sold it off, but no one seemed to take his burden.

"Well," Dumbledore was a little disappointed. He shrugged and shouted, "Slytherin!"

"boom!"

The dome was suddenly filled with green fireworks, the Hogwarts school flag was rendered in green, the snake on the school badge gently hugged the lion, eagle, and badger with its tail. In the sudden burst of cheers, the auditorium was filled with With the Slytherin banner and Gryffindor’s long table, Alphad tore off his school robe, jumped onto the table, and yelled triumphantly: "Did you see it! This is what I said, hundreds of detained Don't worry about dividing!"

He looked around triumphantly at the auditorium that was in joy, but this gesture only lasted for a second, and then wilted after meeting Slughorn’s gaze. He tried to hide himself like a thirty-year-old man. In the magnesium powder that was half-sprinkled by the people around, he gently jumped off the long table.

"What's the matter? Alphad?" Ravenclaw's Dwight also sat at Gryffindor's long table. The Ravenclaw prefect did not treat himself as an outsider at all, and dragged Alphad to go. The long table pulls, "You have made history! Since the birth of the Academy Cup, you have been the person who has deducted the most points in a semester, and even ranked in the top ten of the seven-year deduction list! Don't worry! I asked Nelson. !This is real!"

"Brother don't say it, don't say it," Alphad's gaze crossed the heads of people, secretly staring at Professor Slughorn, who had a pale face but kept staring at him, bending over hard to hide himself completely. , "We want to be low-key, low-key."

"I see, you want to create a record of no one after you, don't you?" Dwight rubbed his hands in excitement, "I wrote to Nelson during the holiday to ask Nelson, who is the person who has deducted the most points in seven years in history."

Just like here, the other three long tables were also in jubilation. There should be no people in bad moods except Professor Slughorn in the entire auditorium.

Surrounded by a group of students, Tom said slowly, "This is everyone's credit... Yes, one's fate, of course, depends on self-struggle, but also consider... Yes, yes, thank you Carlo, there is The opportunity must go to your house and harass you, too, Parkinson, to win this time, thanks to the curse you taught me..."

Nelson laughed among a group of students who wanted to discuss the test questions with him.

"What's wrong with Gnar?"

Tom squeezed through the crowd and raised his eyebrows with his wine glass.

"I'm thinking, how do you make pumpkin juice like red wine."

"It needs practice." Tom curled his lips. "Everyone is very happy."

"Yes."

The two looked at each other and looked at the long table of faculty members. Dumbledore was raising his glass towards them and blinking.

The three of them touched a glass in a distance and returned to the joy.

No one raised any objection to the fact that Slytherin won the Academy Cup, and no one expressed surprise. In fact, for the students of the other three colleges, they knew better than the Slytherins. How many points did Lettering score? The Ravenclaw students were the most troubled ones. Their scores were originally second. After becoming the first place, for fear that they could not restrain their desire to answer questions, they divided themselves and Slytherin. The difference is widened.

And the Hufflepuffs are also working hard. They are flowing long and carefully looking for supplements for Slytherin anywhere. Hufflepuff’s stand is closest to Slytherin, and they have witnessed Professor Slughorn’s madness to Alpha. The whole process of deducting points.

They finally succeeded.

"I was not so happy when I published the paper." Dumbledore put down the glass of pumpkin juice, turned his head and said to McGonagall.

With the help of Dumbledore, McGonagall quickly dealt with the affairs of the family, and did not bring emotions to the school, and even after returning to school, the enthusiasm for work was higher than before. Dumbledore was a little worried, but understood that it was useless. McGonagall is such a person. She is strict, upright, and meticulous. She has always distinguished between work and life clearly, but he also believes in McGonagall. Although such a change is big, it will not knock her down!

"Albus, it's crazy. All the teachers and students in the school are helping Slytherin cheat. This is unimaginable!"

"Minerva, did you cheat for them?" Dumbledore turned his head and asked with a smile, "Do you still think this is cheating?"

"No, Albus, it's just that I don't know what they will say about you, after all, you are the principal."

"I hope "Hogwarts, A School History" can well record everything that happened this year." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and pushed the plate in front of McGonagall, "Try the lemon pudding. Well, it tastes good, if you don’t dislike me for a piece."

"Albus, don't you worry about others saying that you indulge or even lead fraud?"

"If future Hogwarts students see the story that happened this year in school history, I think it will not be the Triwizard Tournament that will impress them the most, it will not be the attack of Second Salem, it will not It’s the Aurors all over the campus and the warriors holding up trophies.” Dumbledore chewed the pudding in his mouth with a contented expression. “It’s Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff’s. The children left behind the honor of the Academy Cup and helped Slytherin make up the story together. You see, they laughed so happily. This is Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat did not enroll these eleven-year-olds in school. The young people separated, but brought them closer together. As the dean of Gryffindor, aren't you proud of the children of Gryffindor?"

"I'm not at all, I would rather they share the answers to Slytherin class questions like Ravenclaws, rather than the weird set of relativity—you know? Just two hours ago, the seventh grader Azub also took fifteen people with hoes to dig the fence. The nickname said that deducting points for us is equivalent to giving Gryffindor extra points."

McGonagall hugged his hands in a huff, but Dumbledore just looked at her with a smile. After a few seconds, McGonagall lowered his head and muttered, "Well, I'm still a little proud of it."

"That's right, Minerva, do you remember the kid who knocked you off the broom a few years ago?"

"How could I forget it?" McGonagall showed a look of memory and rubbed his arms. "I understand, he just wants to win."

"Do you know that after that game, he was blocked by his teammates in the Slytherin locker room and beaten up?" Dumbledore secretly picked up another piece of pudding from the plate in front of McGonagall. "At that time, Horace wanted to go in and stop him, but was struck by a bat curse and couldn't find the doorknob."

"Is there any... this kind of thing?" McGonagall fell into deep thought, and did not notice that the pudding in front of him was two yuan missing. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Dumbledore. "Wait? What did you say? Grid? Dean of Lanfindor?"

"Ah? Didn't I tell you?" Dumbledore said with a smile. "You performed very well during your internship. The school manager and teachers recognized your ability very much. Oh, I might have forgotten to give you the offer. "

"This..." McGonagall took the letter of appointment beautifully wrapped in a gift box from Dumbledore, and hugged it tightly in his arms, a little choked. "I, Professor Dumbledore, no, Albus, I'm kind of —"

"Minerva, I know you are still a little confused," Dumbledore patted McGonagall on the shoulder, and said, "Forgive me for making the decision for you selfishly. Hogwarts lacks such a good professor as you, child. They also like you very much."

"I will work hard." McGonagall's expression suddenly became serious, and he put away the letter of appointment, and said solemnly.

"Of course, I never doubted this." Dumbledore smiled happily. "Now you are the real Professor McGonagall, and I don't think Felius's problem is too big."

"I believe in his abilities as I believe in myself," McGonagall nodded. "But Albus, why is the lemon pudding you asked me to taste an empty plate?"

"Is there? Haha, I might have read it wrong."

"Ha ha."

"By the way, Albus, I have a question for you," Professor Slughorn, who was a little further away, suddenly looked up and asked, "Can teachers care about students' study during the holidays? I mean, home visits and the like. of."

"Horace, let go of Mr. Black!" Dumbledore immediately wanted to understand what Professor Slughorn was going to do. He smiled backwards and closed his stomach and said, "Young people need a vacation."

"It seems to be okay." Professor Slughorn seemed to be ready to go his own way. "I think Boroc also thinks that excellent results are more important than a pleasant vacation."

"I wish you a happy holiday, Horace," Dumbledore stood up, put his wand against his throat, and said in a loud voice, "Those holiday notes that no one likes will be delivered to your home with the salute. Now, enjoy your vacation!"

"Great!"

Countless hats flew over the auditorium, shuttled among the gentle snakes, not knowing where they took out these hats.

In the corner of the auditorium, the figure of Slytherin stayed in a humble landscape painting. He stared at the figure of Tom and his classmates chatting and laughing, and said to himself, "What the credit of everyone is clearly Slytherin's. Gift."

"Yes, thanks to the great, noble and powerful Lord Salazar Slytherin's teaching!"

Phineas' words of approval came from the edge of the frame, and Slytherin's face instantly became even uglier than Professor Slughorn.

With the sudden appearance of Pippi, the atmosphere of the banquet reached a climax. Everyone was staring at this new ghost this year, expecting him to make a big move on the last day of the semester, but he disappointed everyone, Pippi The ghost came out from the center of the long Slytherin table, first looked around, and after confirming that the blood man Barrow was not there, he approached Nelson reluctantly, one person and one ghost almost facing each other, and he was as small as a mosquito. Said, "Master Nelson, Old Man Binns asked me to bring this to you."

…

The Hogwarts Express, like every year in the past, is full of students traveling through the vast wilderness of England. Muggle-born, pure-blooded and mixed-blood students are guided through the fog of magic by it. To where they live.

"Mettle, is there anyone in your college doing those little tricks?"

The carriage where Nelson was sitting was full, and he was helping Walburga look at his palms. Tom, who looked past Christian, asked Myrtle.

"No, they have become very kind now."

"Huh, most people in Ravenclaw are kind. UU read www.uukānshu.com" Tom nodded, "I believe those who are not kind have learned to be kind now."

"Tom, you have to be gentle." Nelson raised his head and said, "Look, this gentle thread in Walburga's palm is very long."

"Is there still such a thing?"

"Of course." Nelson nodded pretentiously. "People with gentle lines generally live more tenaciously."

"I feel like you are lying to me." Tom didn't believe it at all. "Have you bought the ticket?"

"Do I use an owl to book tickets with a Muggle transportation company?"

"Buy tickets? What are you doing?" Christian raised his head and asked loudly.

"I'll buy you a birthday present." Nelson rubbed her little newsboy hat. "Don't forget to practice magic during the holidays."

"Little wizards cannot use magic during holidays."

"It's not a big problem," said Walburga. "You can come to my house. In the wizard's house, you can use magic as you like, and you won't be so careful about the trace."