My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Alchemy is really good, and transformation is also suitable for you... But are you really going to give up my potions class improvement class?"

Professor Slughorn’s face was full of reluctance, his expression tangled, and he was reluctant to write on Nelson’s course selection application form, "Nelson, you have always been my favorite student. I often tell them to Albus , Your whimsical ideas in potions can help you make extraordinary achievements in this field!"

This may be the cleanest time of the year in the potions classroom. The lecture table and the stove matching the cauldron have been removed, leaving only the desk where Professor Slughorn and the students discussed course selection matters. But even so, the potions classroom cannot be as clear and clean as other classrooms—this is not only because of the lower floors, but also because of the perennial smoke and fire, the surface of the windows is covered with a layer of house elves. Can not wipe clean smoke.

Even when the sun is at its peak every year, the sunlight will be refracted by the windows to form a psychedelic light and shadow like the steam that rises when making a potion, mixed with the smell of herbs in the classroom, for those who only do snoring Students of simple potions such as potions and vertical hair potions decorate their dreams of "bringing glory and resisting death".

Professor Slughorn has been sitting here all morning. After receiving Tom’s selection schedule, his nervous mood relaxed. No one would be willing to leave such an excellent student, but he still chose At this moment, Professor Slughorn just wanted to go back to the office, nest in his walrus-like soft sofa, unplug the oak barrel plug that had been sealed for the summer, and taste the sweet honey-flavored wine he treasured.

But before that, he wanted to sign the student who had tortured him for a whole year and made him love and hate.

"Merlin's beard... I have waited for this day for too long," In Professor Slughorn's heart, a chubby little man was waving a mead bottle taller than anyone, cheering drunkly. "Awesome! I finally don't have to bother to think about how to add points to that pot of black residue after another!"

Nelson sat right across from him, his face was also full of reluctance. He was always able to reach a stranger understanding with Professor Slughorn in strange places, such as the current separation of teachers and students. The touching scene of the scene—it’s really touching. When Professor Slughorn lowered his head and wiped his tears, the whole performance reached an emotional climax. In the portrait behind him, the headmistress Dairis Dewant could not help but watch this scene. Moved to tears.

"professor!"

"Nelson!"

The drama of the two reluctantly sympathized with each other made Dairis want to go to Dumbledore to apply for an additional course place for Nelson, and the Slytherin sixth-graders who were still waiting in line were also infected by this emotion, and they felt that Slug. Professor Horn is the best teacher in Hogwarts history.

"Professor, I can actually choose the potions class."

Nelson suddenly jumped out of the tacit script.

"But Nelson, you know, as an educator," Professor Slughorn reacted immediately, as if he had made some difficult decision, and raised the heavy quill. "I can't To prevent my students from pursuing their dreams, everyone has choices that are more important to them. I am just a passer-by in your life, but I hope that the potion is not. I look forward to seeing you pondering in the classroom during my spare time. The figure of the potion."

After all, without waiting for Nelson to express any opinions, he quickly signed his name on the elective list.

"I will!" Nelson took the course selection form with both hands and solemnly bowed to Professor Slughorn. "Professor, I must remember your teachings. Even if I don't choose the potions class improvement class, I will become A potion master like you keeps working hard for the goal!"

Hearing the phrase "become a potion master", Professor Slughorn couldn't hold back completely. He stretched out a hand weakly and said, "Let’s pursue your own dream. I don’t want to be the one on the path of your dreams. burden."

Nelson looked at Professor Slughorn’s chubby face that was squeezed into small but still bright eyes, and held his hands tightly, revealing sincereness from Professor Slughorn’s eyes. Expectations and blessings.

The classmates were so moved that they cried, but Tom who was waiting at the door almost vomited.

When Nelson walked out the door, his first question was "When did you become so sick?"

"You don't understand," Nelson lifted the corner of his robe, revealing a row of crystal bottles hidden in his arms, "Professor Slughorn had a long talk with me this morning."

"He bribed you with potions to make you say those disgusting things?" Tom curled his lips and swept across the row of potion bottles. Most of them were antidote, or it was extremely difficult from the acquisition of raw materials to the production. That kind, I am full of confidence in his level of potions, and Tom is also surprised by those potions, "The professor seems to be really tortured by you, so he even took out his family in order to send you away."

"Professor Slughorn just doesn't want me to become a teaching accident. He cares about his reputation." Nelson sighed and patted Tom on the shoulder. "But he was unwilling to give up each of his students, even When I was studying in Iphamuni, he often wrote to urge me to learn potions, but, you know, people always have defects. My defect may be that the potions are not carved in wood..."

"Are you telling me in another disgusting way that you are perfect in other ways?"

Tom seems to have a toothache.

"Oh yes, and herbalism."

"..."

"Well, he knows that I may be equivalent to a Muggle in terms of potions, but he also knows that I may encounter some dangers that are hard for ordinary people to encounter," Nelson shook his head, his eyes were truly moved, "Even if I can't teach Yeah, Professor Slughorn didn't want the potion to be the murderer of his students, so he formulated some antidote with high generality for me."

"Is this the benefit of poor grades?" Tom held his chin, thoughtfully.

"I can ask Professor Tobbins to give you a set of "General History of Magic"." Nelson waved his fist, threatening.

"All right."

Tom shrank his neck and listened honestly to Nelson's story of his meeting with Professor Slughorn in the morning.

…

"Nelson, I heard that you are going to give up potions... Actually I thought I could teach you well. You are a smart boy, and potions is not a difficult subject for smart people at all," at breakfast. Professor Slughorn stopped Nelson holding the owl at the entrance of the auditorium, rubbing his hands, half frustrated, half annoyed, said, "Maybe my coaching time is still too short, so I didn't find a suitable teaching method. But the teacher should be responsible to every student... Sorry, Nelson..."

In this era, the teacher apologized to the students, but it was so strange that it could not be more strange. Nelson, who was holding the owl, was also at a loss. He was slightly stronger and caused the owl to peck him frantically. He thought of Professor Slughorn. At the beginning, he was busy and tired when applying for the sponsorship of the school board and the Ministry of Magic to help poor students. I remembered the comical appearance that he followed behind the former student Nobby Ritchie. He understood that for a person who values ​​fame What a painful thing, but he still did it.

Perhaps in the eyes of most people, Professor Slughorn always preferentially treats students with good backgrounds or high talents. He is a snob, but in terms of teaching, he treats those with mediocre talents and even Muggle-born students. Treating them equally, the lockers in the potions classroom have always been full of medicinal materials. The habit of Hogwarts students to prepare their own potion materials has also changed since he was a potion professor.

But Nelson might never step into that classroom again during class time. He could feel Professor Slughorn's appreciation for himself, and for the first time felt annoyed by his joke-like potion level.

"What's your expression, boy." Professor Slughorn patted his shoulder vigorously and smiled, "You are just not taking my class, and you are not attending my funeral!"

After that, he forcefully stuffed a roll of cloth tape into Nelson's arms, turned and left the auditorium.

Nelson opened the cloth belt. It was an old potion bag. Like a canvas bag for a painter’s collection of brushes, it contained bottles of delicate potions. They were carefully tied with small cloth strips and clearly marked. After knowing the name and purpose of each potion, when Nelson opened it, it flew up with a whistle, got into the hem of his robe, and sewed itself tightly there.

Nelson rushed to the door and shouted, "Professor, I can actually continue to take advanced potions class!"

Professor Slughorn, who had gone away, heard Nelson's shout, and a stagger almost lay on the ground. He waved his back to Nelson, and left as if he was fleeing, but the back who fled in a hurry can feel it no matter how you look at it. It's a bit of chuckle.

…

"How do you say it? This is also a good thing," Tom licked his lips, and kept looking at the "dingling clang" potion bag at the hem of Nelson's robe. "You belong to let each other go, I I really don't want to see you and the professor torturing each other in the potions class anymore."

"Okay," Nelson shrugged and walked towards the castle gate with Tom. There were no classes for the sixth grade students today, so Dumbledore showed his mercy and opened the school door to the senior students who are about to face the pressure of the NEWTs exam. They went to Hogsmeade to play around, "I want to go to the fixed-point goods first, the alchemy class is no better than the potion class, but the materials needed for the course have to be provided by yourself."

"Tsk, it's the most expensive course," Tom confirmed the first stop of the trip first, "but we have to go to the pig's head bar first."

"What's wrong? Do you miss Aberforth?"

"How is it possible?" Tom gave Nelson a blank look, and said, "I bet with him before that you will come back last year, but he always refused to cash out the bet on the grounds that the students could not gamble, and even ran out of the shop at one time."

"Do the British like to bet so much?"

"Yeah, it's like Fa...Hey! Don't use magic in the hallway, which college do you two belong to?"

As soon as he was halfway through the conversation, Tom began to show the majesty of his prefect. After a lecture, the two lower grades dropped their heads and quickly slipped away.

"Oh hoo, Prefect Riddle is really majestic. I thought I saw the respectable Professor McGonagall," Nelson teased. "By the way, did you give Minerva that broomstick?"

"Of course not, I will definitely call you," Tom switched his voice back from McGonagall, and said, "School has just started these days, and Gryffindor's sixth grade is also choosing courses. She should be very busy. We will go find her together for two days."

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and the two quickly arrived at Hogsmeade.

"Damn it! Aberforth must have installed a sight glass at the door? He must have closed the door and pretended to be away when he saw me coming, and we will come around and attack when we go back," Tom looked at the pig's head bar full of The door of the dust, brows and bolts locked like a door, "I heard that Dumbledore always entrusts him with some very dangerous things. Isn't something wrong? No, it shouldn't, people like him It must not be too desperate."

In fact, the door to the Pig’s Head hasn’t been opened since the last time Nelson and Tom came to Hogsmeade. Only the hired bartender occasionally came to clean the house, but Tom and Nelson always came and glanced when they passed by—like It's the same as going to the grave, although it's a bit unlucky to say so.

"Shall we go around and look at the back?" Nelson suggested. "I remember the bar has a back door for shipping goods."

"That's right, what if he runs through the back door?"

Tom nodded, but Nelson had already rushed out like the one in Diagon Alley.

"Have you seen Aberforth?"

Tom hurried after him, but Nelson's figure had disappeared. After going around the alley by the main entrance, Tom found that Nelson was standing in front of an empty shop.

The narrow street directly opposite the back door of the bar is where Daguerre’s alchemy shop is located, and the door lock on the back door of the pig’s head bar also shows signs of being picked.

Daguerre's figure flashed past Nelson's eyes, and when the two eyes met, he rushed into the store, picked up something, and rushed towards the back door.

There are too many secrets in this guy, not only can they appear everywhere, but also the second Salem cadre who is firmly established. Even as a magic merchant, he has inextricably linked with Bogin Bock, who is closely related to "medicine". This can be judged not only from similar magic—at least from the subsequent decrypted US Magic Congress intelligence, he was a wizard. An important part of the illegal trade, if you diverge your thinking, wouldn't this kind of people have anything to do with the secret past of the Salem family?

Why did he turn back at the last moment of the Second Salem incident, why did he give it to Nelson's camera half-selling, and why did he show up again when Jokunda returned to England?

He seems to be a meaningless but indispensable clue in a treasure hunt novel, as if the key to a mechanism lock to unlock the last bondage, he and Nelson are strangely related to too many things.

Especially when Daguerre appeared again in front of Nelson today, his composition seemed even more weird.

Tom ran across the alley. Nelson was standing quietly at the door of Daguerre's alchemy shop. The alchemy shop was already empty. The shelves that were as high as the wall had disappeared, leaving only the shop like a rough house, as if The purpose of his shop is to sell the camera to Nelson. The front door and the back door penetrate the unobstructed room. Nelson stood at the door, holding a magic wand, the buzzing of gears came from his hand, and a thunder gun flashing with tyrannical electric lights clinging to the wand slowly formed.

In the face of Qiao Kunda, he still has the leisure to ask the facts and play tricks, but in the face of an unclear wanted criminal, although Daguerre once sold himself a lot of good things cheaply, this will not become him. Reasons for mercy.

Tom squinted his eyes, and Daguerre had already run far outside the back door. Tom rubbed his eyes. He thought he was dazzled. The running Daguerre was divided into three like afterimages and ran towards A completely different direction.

"No wonder he can show up everywhere..." Tom said in a speechless voice. "No, why are you always chasing people?"

"Only twice, how can you say'general'?" Nelson put a gun on the side, and the lens formed by the water curtain flickered in front of his eyes. "I hope he is a wise man who chooses to catch it with his hands."

Nelson murmured, his body opened like a bow, and he tried his best to throw out the thunder gun that was wrapped in the magic wand. In a daze, Tom saw a huge figure of Alexander making the same action appear behind Nelson, but it only appeared. Disappeared in a flash, the undamaged ground made him think that everything just now was an illusion, but the air flow across his cheeks and the dust that filled the gap behind Nelson told him that there used to be a giant there, but it suddenly disappeared. NS.

"boom!"

The thunder gun passed through the building, and the resulting air wave overturned the roof of this empty shop. The bricks and rubble crashed down, blocking the sight of the two of them, but Tom knew that Daguerre could not run away.

"Why do smart people get caught with nothing?" Tom asked suddenly.

"For this gun, the farther the distance, the stronger the magic power gained from acceleration."