My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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[Everyone said that the Dark Lord is dead. 】

[But on the day the Dark Lord died, no one dared to hold a celebration banquet. 】

[They are all scared, afraid that he will reappear. The steamy giants are still walking silently on the ground, and no one knows what they are watching. 】

A dilapidated pickup truck was driving in the wilderness of Krakow. Strangely, there was no one in the cab of the car, but there were five adults and a child in the compartment. The child was wearing a thick There was a small table full of snacks in the middle of the five people, and a silver radio was buried in the snack pile, making a vague sound.

Many years ago, this field was a forbidden zone for life, scorched all over, with no vitality.

It wasn't until more than 30 years ago that when a group of wizards who came to explore in spite of warnings went deep, they discovered that the tenacious flora and fauna had already taken root here, hiding the terrifying craters and mounds caused by explosions. , Which also makes the obscure history even more obscure.

[They are called Alexander. No one knows why the Dark Lord created them in the first place. 】

[It is said that they are guarding the treasures of the Dark Lord. Perhaps that is the secret of the Dark Lord's creation of magic technology. 】

[The next stop, the center, was built at the beginning of the Hallows War, and it was revealed in the middle and late stages of the war—]

"Snapped!"

A hand holding a chocolate bar like a cigarette was lined up on the potato chip bag on the table, the potato chips were crushed into slag, and the radio hiding under the bag was quiet.

"There are so many words!" a handsome long-haired man said impatiently, "The Dark Lord, the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord all day long, you can really blow it! It's also the War of the Hallows, and it is recommended to change the name to the War of the Holy Grail."

"Haha, let me say that Sirius is much more powerful than him." At the corner of the table, a short man echoed, "What is the name of the Black Demon King? Let the Blacksmith King forget it."

"You can also be called the King of Insects." Sirius stretched out his hand and patted Peter on the shoulder. "As for me, I can be named the king of dogs."

"It's too cute." Lupin, who looks different from his age, is the most attractive one in the group. He said with a smile, "It sounds like the wolf king is a bit more terrifying."

"After all, we are carrying a cute baby," Sirius smiled and dipped his fork in the cup in front of him, and handed it to the little boy's mouth. "Come on, Harry, don't hold your pumpkin juice. , Taste this, man's drink."

The young Harry Potter opened his mouth obediently.

"Sirius!"

The only red-haired, blue-eyed young woman in the group squeezed the fork in Sirius's hand, pressed it against Sirius' ribs, and said reproachfully, "You are Harry's godfather!"

"Okay, okay," Sirius told Rao, "I was wrong. I was wrong. Give it to James."

"Professor McGonagall seemed to be good friends with the Dark Lord when he was young." James rubbed his son's hair. "I met her in London last month and said this when I heard her chatting with Longbottom's mother. Speaking of it, his child was born on the front and back of Harry, but little Harry has never seen him until now."

"Harry, you can make friends with Longbottom at school. His parents are very good people, and that kid should be very good, too."

Lily touched Harry's head and said with a smile.

On August 23, 1991, this was the last stop of Harry Potter’s preschool trip. A week later, he was about to embark on the train to Hogwarts. Lily only hoped to be educated by four uncles , He can become a slightly normal child.

After turning off the tour guide's radio, Sirius acted as the tour guide for the itinerary. He cherishes everything here and feels like his own home.

"You see, usually at this time of the day, there will be a steam giant coming out from behind that mountain, looking here for a while, and then going back. As long as we don’t stay on its forward path, we will be as close as possible. fine."

"It's better to stay away, for fear that it has fallen into disrepair."

"Don't worry, even if that mountain collapses, it won't collapse. My father said that in the final battle of the War of the Hallows, Dumbledore smashed a giant like that with a mountain. Guess What's the matter? It broke into a subway mosquito and got into the ground. After a while, a complete giant emerged from the soil again!"

"You are very familiar with this place," Lily vomited, "I remember you never passed the history of magic."

"Don't say such things in front of the children!" Sirius covered little Harry's ears like a bell, and poked him in the cheek with the chocolate bar in his hand. "It's all forgotten! Little Harry, you have forgotten it. What I just heard."

Harry nodded ignorantly, and took a bite of the chocolate bar by the way.

"Of course I am very familiar. When my grandfather was still there, he would take me here every year. Then you know, my uncle and I were burned off the tapestry, and I don’t know if my stupid brother has Keep this weird tradition of the Black family," Sirius touched his chin, "but speaking of it, my uncle seems to know the Dark Lord. He seems to be the Slytherin of that year, but he doesn't say anything, so much so. Now I don’t even know what the Dark Lord is called."

Sirius looked at the giant's red one-eyed in the clouds behind the mountain peak, rubbed his chin, and said, "Strange, I remember it shouldn't stand for so long. Is it because it hasn't been a long time to remember? "

"I feel it is watching us!"

Little Harry looked at the giant's one-eyed, clapped his hands and said.

"Impossible, it's too far," Lupin rubbed Harry's hair. "It can't see us."

…

"Is that the son of prophecy?"

A black-haired man sits on the shoulders of a giant and looks into the distance, his arms leaning on his curved leg, but the other leg is stretched straight, as if he is injured, and a strange crutch is thrown beside that injured leg. The half is half a cane with neatly cut faces, the pattern of the Tower of Babel is cut off, the lower half is wrapped in silver metal, and the top is inlaid with a black gemstone.

There is a simple amber pendant hanging on his chest, an outdated trilby buckle diagonally on top of his head, his face cannot tell the age, like a handsome young man, but his eyes hide incompatible with his appearance. Vicissitudes of life.

"Nothing unusual, messy hair, this kind of kid will kill me with a disarming curse?"

He shook his head, looked away from Harry, patted the steel plate under his butt, and muttered to himself.

"But like you said, he won't be the son of prophecy, and even that Trelawney didn't make any decent prophecies."

"Gnar, they forgot even your name."

"They even forgot the banner we used to be, and even forgot the fear. It's really abominable betrayal."

"Gnar, I think you should have returned to the home you were always talking about."

"I don't know what your house is like, do you have a tea set? The tea art you showed to Professor Sykes is even more famous than yourself."

"Are you trying to protect this kind of person? But they don't seem to appreciate it. Look at the girl from Muggle, who joined the Ministry of Magic at a young age, and thought that she was capable of it! At our time , Let alone go to work at the Ministry of Magic, she may even struggle to work at the Ministry of Magic."

The giant underneath shook slightly.

"Thank you for staying with me all the time."

"Are you waiting for your creator? Didn't he say to let you do what you want to do? Flying into space to travel the universe or something?"

"Yes, your brothers and sisters are left with you, and they are all gone."

"Are you really waiting for him? I don't think he will come back. He should have been disappointed. I will also be disappointed when I change...When things here are over, I will take you to find him."

"No, you can't even speak, how can you teach Muggles magic? Give up, only Nelson can do that kind of thing."

"What? They forgot my name too? It's okay, they will remember it again soon."

…

The pickup truck drove slowly in the deserted wilderness, and a silver mountain was greeted by a group of people. It was in a circular basin. There were no animals and plants in the basin, only a piece of black, lingering. The burning smell in the center of the basin is a silver liquid flowing like roots. The mountain is located here, like an abstract person, towering into the clouds, without seeing the top, as if by the mighty power of a certain **** Pouring in general.

The car can no longer drive forward, this is a forbidden area that is not allowed to approach.

"Is this natural?" Lupin came to be interested.

"No," Sirius replied. "My grandfather said that after the Hallows War ended, this pit burned for three full years. They burned something silver in it, using melted silver piles. It has become this mountain, so that it still has a low temperature."

"What's burning?" This was Lily's question.

"Is it really silver?" It was Peter who asked this.

"I don't know about it, but I advise you not to fight it," Sirius shook his head. "People near it will be attacked by those giants, and you won't want to suffer like that."

"If it's a silver product, I know a legend," Lu Ping smiled. "Just listen to it as a joke. You know, I'm a werewolf, so I often run to the wolf's den."

"No one cares what you are," James handed Lupin a chocolate bar, "but I can talk about it."

"Thank you," Lupin took the chocolate bar and continued, "Those... uh... humanoid magical animals sometimes have special markets where they buy and sell things that are more interesting than Knock Down Alley. I have seen them there. Vampires sell a very rare instrument, which is similar to the exhortator often worn by American Aurors. This instrument can help non-witches use the wand. According to the seller, it is an invention of the Dark Lord and can even be used Muggles use magic."

"How is it possible?" Everyone made a voice of disbelief.

"I don't think it's possible, but I didn't have money at the time, and the stuff was expensive, so I couldn't verify it." Lupin shrugged and said, "But if this is the case, then the Dark Lord will be attacked together. It is excusable. After all, the crimes in the history books sound far less than universal enemies, but if he shares the magic with Muggles..."

"Peggy would like it."

"Every Muggle will like it," Lupin nodded, "but no one likes the wizard."

"A few years ago, when my grandfather got drunk from this, he said that the Black family could have been richer," Sirius said. "He said he could sell potions to Muggles. What did Muggles sell."

"Unimaginable." Several people looked at each other for a while and shook their heads.

…

"Brother, go home."

An old witch who appeared to be much older than the man appeared on the top of the hill opposite Alexander, staring at the man on the shoulder of the giant, and said, "You are so young, and I have almost had a good life for a few years."

"Go home? Riddle House? Are you kidding me?"

"I have convinced the Ministry of Magic that they will drop the charges against you. Seriously, the situation is unclear recently. We need you."

"Need me? Need a Dark Lord? Are you going to fight a world war?"

"No one will say that you are the Dark Lord, everyone only remembers that there is only one Dark Lord in this world."

"Good guys, do you even want to delete Grindelwald?" The man raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you afraid of **** Professor Bins to death? That's right, he is dead, and he won't be **** off again."

"Brother...Tom..."

At the moment when he heard the name of the witch, this lonely man, Tom Riddle, suddenly looked at the witch in front of him like an angry lion. He raised the crutch on the side and waved it hard. The mountain in front of him was cut from the middle. Split in half.

The witch apparated to the side in horror, looking at the newly added canyon and the falling mudslide, and whispered: "Brother, you are stronger."

"No! Call me! Tom!" Tom pointed at the witch's chest with a cane, and said blankly, "Don't call my brother either."

"Are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

"Why don't you go down and ask Gnar if you want to forgive you, but even if he forgives you, I won't." Tom said contemptuously, "You are a Muggle-born witch, Lord Secretary, please. You, as far as you go."

"Brother, you really won't get results if you stay here."

Tom ignored him and waved his cane, and Christian was forced to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic.

Christian, who returned to his familiar environment, looked at the surroundings in horror, his chest undulating violently, what kind of magic is this? During the time of Krakow’s self-exile, Tom turned out to be stronger, even unable to judge his strength.

As one of the twin kings confirmed to have survived in the Hallows War, the Global Wizarding Conference had erased the history of his existence, but did not dare to do anything to him. They declared internally that the Dark Lord had been imprisoned in Krakow. Husband, but everyone in love knows that Tom Riddle is just waiting here, no one can shut him down, except himself.

Christian once again recalled the horrible past decades ago-a magic item called "missionary" was quietly spread on the streets of London, just call that name-"Nelson Wiltning William "S"-it will appear in front of anyone, as long as you wear it, you can feel the existence of magic.

It doesn't matter if you are a dumb gun or a Muggle.

No one knows why the hero who had just defeated the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald suddenly suffered from madness and gave the noble magic alms to the ignorant Muggles. When magic is no longer a privilege, the wizards’ Society will become meaningless.

Everyone launched a frantic counterattack against the new owner of Newmontgard, and they must stop him.

But the fortress cast by him and his loyal fans was almost unbreakable. Facing the steaming Titans, the swiftly formed coalition of wizards almost broke down almost instantly.

And the beheading action of gathering the strong is meaningless. The other Dark Lord is too strong to resist. Even Albus Dumbledore can't defeat Tom. The combination of the two is impeccable.

If a Muggle with magic power joins the Dark Lord's camp, the world may really change because of this.

But the Dark Lord fell down after all, and it was not his strong enemy who defeated him, but himself, to be precise, those who were favored by him.

The planned Muggle magic army did not appear. What's ridiculous is that they are the most powerful message blockers. The Muggles who got the "missionaries" did not share their gains with others. They were lucky enough to get the magic. After the gift, they quickly became a real, qualified and reasonable wizard.

So in the war that turned Krakow into scorched earth, the Dark Lord Nelson did not wait for the helper he expected, even though he didn't need these crappy new wizards.

The so-called hero Christian Jewell, the so-called hero who passed the important news, and the so-called hero Albus Dumbledore who defeated the dark wizard, did not have the result of the victory that the outside world said—the frustrated Dark Lord disappeared in that battle.

She still remembered Nelson's taunt before he disappeared.

"You all hate Grindelwald, but you are even narrower than him. The only difference is that you don't have his skills."

"Everyone is eager for innovation, but they don't want the guillotine to fall on their own heads. That's why you are stagnant."

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[Beep...]

Young Harry flipped the radio switch.

[Next stop, Victory Day. 】

[At the time, Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, defeated the Dark Lord here and ended the horror shadow that enveloped the world. According to experience, Dumbledore was accusing the Dark Lord of betraying Muggles. After the wizard’s crime, he defeated him in a one-on-one duel...]

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"Funny, Dumbledore defeated Gnar in a one-on-one duel? He was almost convinced by Gnar!"

"Ah, really, leave me this mess, I want to go around too."

"Seriously, what garbage plan are you?"

Tom jumped off the shoulders of the giant and plunged the crutch in his hand deeply into the ground.

The silver lines flickered, and the earth throbbed like a heartbeat.

Tom listened to the conversations of a few young tourists in the distance, and only found it funny. When they set off again and talked about their school days, Tom suddenly felt bored and raised his head to look at the giant waiting beside him.

"Let's go, UU reading www.uukanshu.com one hundred and seventy-five... or one hundred and eighty-five? But it doesn't matter, let's go."

"What? What are we doing? Let's wait."

…

"Clang clang..."

Behind the pickup truck, there was the sound of gold and stone colliding from the scorching silver mountain. Accompanied by the sound of dense gears, under the scorched earth of Krakow, Nelson's gift to his followers was about to break out of the shell.

With a sizzling noise, the radio on the pickup truck suddenly jumped to the channel.

[Here is the antiphonal tune, I am your good friend Penguin. 】

【I am back. 】

[Everything you fear will come back, it is the inevitable future, no one can escape. 】

[He is waiting for us in the future. 】

[Also waiting for you. 】