My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"First-year students go here!"

The senior students have left under the leadership of the prefect, leaving the freshmen standing nervously on the platform. Ogg’s cry came from the night. The others have not arrived yet, but the bright light of the night light has long been illuminated. The group of disturbed children.

The line of the castle administrator is the same every year, and may even be passed down from generation to generation, and this sentence has also successfully become a good first impression of every new student in Hogwarts for their fantasy student era. They consciously arrange it. The formation, led by Ogg, walked towards the darker and quieter Black Lake, and down the forest path, some children were calm, some children realized that when they saw the lamp, the magical world The door has been opened for them.

"Come on, four people a boat, don't crowd."

Ogg patiently commanded the freshmen to get on the boat. Adele in the team looked at the row of small sampans floating on the water, and suddenly the shadow of the blue boat on the Atlantic appeared in his mind.

"I heard that freshmen need to join hands to defeat a giant monster!" The chattering discussion of classmates came from the dark lake. This seemed to be a little boy, his tone was full of worry and excitement. Magic, little wizards like us must have complete tactics to fight against such powerful enemies!"

"What a silly boy," Adele said disdainfully, "Alphad told me that the content of the entrance test is to pull up the sword in the stone left by King Arthur!"

She rolled up her sleeves and boarded the small wooden boat confidently.

"Be careful..." she muttered silently in her heart, clutching the boat gang tightly, "I heard that the freshmen of Hogwarts will be caught by the giant squid in the Black Lake every year—"

"Wow!"

There was a sudden sound of water, and a towering column of water rushed straight up from the surface of the water beside her. In the next second, a thick squid beard wrapped around her waist.

...

"Did you buy a card for Adele?"

In the auditorium, Nelson looked at Adele's hairstyle, and curiously asked Walburga who was opposite, "That little crab looks quite real, but it still moves."

"What?" Walburga turned his head, "I didn't buy it."

"That's a real crab, isn't it?" Tom said with squinting eyes. "Looking at the head and color, it should be a crab."

McGonagall, who led the team, scanned the students in the auditorium and noticed the gazes of Nelson and his party. She turned around and saw the little crab squatting on Adele's head stubbornly waving the pliers, trying to take herself Pulling it out of the entanglement of the hair, he waved his wand without a trace and took it off Adele's head.

After a little rectification, she led the team to the long table of faculty and staff, saluted Dumbledore and then turned and walked out of the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall is going to bring the trolls in?" The deceived little ones are eager to try.

Soon, McGonagall carried the sorting hat and a three-legged stool onto the wooden platform built in the center of the auditorium. The position of the sorting hat was exactly the same as it had been for many years.

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Oh!

My dear children,

Please allow me to send you old complaints,

Don’t think I’m just a dirty hat,

But many years ago my appearance was the most trendy,

Even in the moment, I am so beautiful!

Why do you want to ask me?

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

The four founders poured their thoughts into my mind

So that I can after they die

Preaching for their successors

Ravenclaw is a wise lady,

She always thinks,

The inner part of the mind is better than the outer appearance,

Of course she was right,

So I prefer those smart seedlings.

Gryffindor is a brave rider,

In his opinion,

Tenacious courage is the most powerful support,

Bravely swing the sword and charge,

Light a surging flame for those warriors.

Hufflepuff is a gentle lady,

She said to me,

Mutual identification is the best medicine for people,

To be a benevolent gentleman,

She will open her arms to every seeker.

Slytherin was a cold gentleman,

In his mind,

People without ambitions are just a joke,

If you are an activist,

Slytherin will give you the best instruction.

Wizards!

The wind is calm, the sky is high and the clouds are light--

But under your feet,

There are still dark whirlpools roaring in the dark wind!

Wizards, I am not alarmist,

Born in sorrow is the way to survive.

Crisis is everywhere,

Wizards, remember the teachings of the founders,

Raise your courage,

Use your wisdom,

Inspire your ambitions,

Embrace your loyalty,

Hogwarts is your eternal support!

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"This sorting song is really getting worse every year, but it's still a novelty. At least the order of the four founders has changed." Tom clapped perfunctorily and gave the most pertinent evaluation, "If it thinks about it completely At this level in the year, I suggest that Hogwarts should change to a better hat."

"New bottles of old wine, suppressed for rhyming, are really a model of negativity," Nelson nodded, "so sometimes the appearance is still important, especially when the inside is more general."

He raised his head, vaguely feeling that the Sorting Hat looked at him.

Alphad was almost hungry to knock on the plate, and finally, after the Sorting Hat finished singing this year's Sorting Song, McGonagall announced that everyone would like to hear and hear the link-Sorting.

"Nelson."

Nelson looked up and found that the friends around him were looking at him with piercing eyes, as if expecting him to jump in front of Dumbledore to perform a little swan.

"I will not predict, thank you," Nelson refused decisively before they asked, "Even in the rest of the time, I am a foreigner who cannot understand English."

"Okay." Alphad winked and tugged in French. "Where do you think the people from the first branch will go?"

"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Nelson shrugged, a sentence of Chinese sent Alphard into the blind spot of knowledge, but he turned his head and discussed the content of the sorting song with Tom. The aggrieved Alphard once wanted to bite the towel.

"Gnar, what do you think it means by the dark whirlpool?"

"Aren't you used to it? You have been at Hogwarts much longer than me," Nelson stretched out his hand. "It may be the hat with the strongest sense of anxiety in the world. It sees through the conspiracy to destroy the world every day... …But what it says is not without reason, after all, being born in sorrow is indeed a historically tested truth."

"It makes sense." Tom nodded, "After Helbo died, I was even more unreliable. I always felt that this famous black wizard died so easily, so there must be a greater crisis waiting for us. "

"What does it mean to die so easily?" Nelson pinched the back of Tom's neck and shook it slightly. "It took me a lot of effort to send him away."

"Isn't that a matter of getting caught up in your hands?"

"What you said makes sense." Nelson let go of Tom's hand, and even helped him smooth the crumpled neckline. "It's a good analysis. I can say more later."

The small talk in the corner did not affect the branch in the center of the auditorium. When the freshmen rushed to their academy, there were only a few people waiting to be assigned standing there.

Soon, McGonagall called Adele's name.

"Adele Wiltening!"

Dumbledore on the faculty chief's desk heard Adele's name and sat up straight.

The blonde witch walked to McGonagall nervously, and the Slytherins who heard her surname glanced at Nelson-Wiltening. This surname is too rare in Britain.

But Nelson did not notice their gaze. He and his friends were watching the acceptance of the branch, even more nervous than Adele himself.

"Relax, boy."

McGonagall took her to sit on the three-legged stool and slowly buttoned her hat on top of her head.

"He... Hufflepuff!"

The sorting hat even used a very difficult tongue. God knows how a hat makes such a sound.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the long table of the Badger House, and Dumbledore smiled and applauded, while looking at the Slytherin long table, Nelson and his party had different expressions.

"It's a pity." Walburga shook her head. She really likes this little girl like a porcelain doll.

"Why is Hufflepuff?" Alphad was a little dissatisfied. "She can use the Levitation Charm at home, and it's Nelson's family, so she should come to Slytherin!"

"It's pretty good too," Tom shrugged. "Don't look down on Hufflepuff. Why don't you look down on Hufflepuff. Why don't I find a Hufflepuff who was born in a Hufflepuff industry and try the quality of Hufflepuff with you?"

And Nelson, who cared the most, let out a long sigh of relief, smiled and nodded at Adele, "Good Hufflepuff, good Hufflepuff."

He said "very good" twice in succession, which shows that he is quite satisfied with the result.

Adele hid his frustration in his heart, took off his hat, bowed to McGonagall, and ran to Hufflepuff's long table.

Soon, the sorting ceremony was over, the trolls did not appear, and the persuasion that many little wizards worried about did not happen. When the last little wizard who was assigned to Gryffindor took a seat, Dumbledore smiled and knocked. Knock on the dinner plate, and a sumptuous dinner suddenly appeared on the long table.

"Thank you Merlin." Without Tom's hands, a plate of small tomatoes was handed to him. "I hope Hogwarts will have a tomato-only day."

"Believe me, unless Dumbledore wants to help you quit the little tomatoes, he won't be able to arrange the recipe like this."

"Trust me, I won't get tired of eating for a year, no, for the rest of my life."

Tom said vaguely. Before Nelson took the knife and fork, he had already eaten two.

Different from previous years, this time the Black brothers and sisters have received unprecedented attention. The school is often regarded as a miniature society imitating adults, especially in Slytherin, where the changes in their family and even the seating of students have occurred. Changed.

During the dinner, Senior Tom enthusiastically cared about the living conditions of the freshmen in Slytherin and their imagination for the new semester. They received unanimous praise from everyone. Everyone said that next year's male student president is not you and we will strike.

Soon, the dinner ended in a joyous atmosphere, Dumbledore rang the bell, and the food on the table disappeared instantly.

"No matter how delicious things are, you have to do what you can," he blinked, and his voice spread from all corners of the auditorium, "because during your seven years at Hogwarts, your daily meals will be as rich as today. ."

The auditorium quickly calmed down, and everyone knew that the principal was about to speak.

"First of all, welcome our freshmen to join the Hogwarts family." Dumbledore nodded and said loudly, "Every year I see freshmen enrolling in school, I feel as if I am two years younger. Counting from the first year of Gewarts' work, my age will soon become negative."

The students laughed kindly.

"First of all, I will tell you the good news. Due to the offseason of the Triwizard Tournament this semester, the Quidditch Cup will be held again. In my opinion, there is nothing more important than watching Quidditch." Dumbledore left and right. I looked at the other professors, waved their hands, and added, "Of course, I mean after completing my studies."

Quite a few people have excited expressions on their faces. They have been itching for a year.

"The Fantastic Beasts Research Class will move the field to the Forbidden Forest."

Everyone seems not interested in this.

"In addition, Professor Flitwick has passed the assessment of the school board and will become the official Professor of the Curse of Hogwarts from this semester," Dumbledore continued before the students could respond. Professor Levy was once a world-renowned duel master. At his request, we will hold an official duel club this semester. Of course, the student organization that previously assumed part of the duel club function will not be affected by this, but Professor Flivy is enthusiastic I invite everyone to come to the club to exchange experiences."

Flivy, a short stature, stood up from his seat and greeted the students in front of him. The young and passionate Hogwarts students had always been interested in duels, and they burst into cheers. Only some of them had expressions. They expressed their implicit interest. In fact, they had already felt the charm of the duel in Tom’s Student Mutual Aid Association for a long time. Of course, for them, the official duel club also represented more students participating in the duel practice. , This is also a great thing.

"Finally, welcome new students to Hogwarts, and welcome old students home."

Dumbledore nodded and took a seat, his welcome speech at this time was not so abstract.

The auditorium was silent for a few seconds at first ~www.readwn.com~ and then, with thunderous applause, the school dinner was over. Those freshmen who had just entered Hogwarts will explore this unknown and magical world just like Nelson.

"Cuckoo..."

When McGonagall commanded the prefects back to the dormitory with freshmen, Nelson was stopped by a dusty owl in the corridor.

"What's the matter?" Tom raised his head and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, the people from Penguin sent me a work report," Nelson said with a toothache on his face. "Do they have any misunderstandings about me?"

"I feel okay, very your style." Tom glanced at the content of the letter and left with the freshmen.

Nelson stood in the corridor thinking about what went wrong, until a touch of gold appeared in front of him.

"Adele, why don't you follow the prefect?"

Then, a familiar girl appeared from behind Adele.

"Hmm? Christian, why are you here?"