My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"That's it."

Tom led Nelson to an empty classroom at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the castle under the Ravenclaw Tower. The door of the classroom was hidden, and a thin elm plank was nailed to the place where they were looking away. The slender "Duel Club" writing on it hasn't dried up yet.

"Nobody unexpectedly."

"Of course," Tom said calmly, "Felius posted a note at the door of the office. It contains several spell games. Only the **** can know the location of the duel club."

The furnishings in the corridor are very strange, with thick cushions randomly placed at the position of the skirtings on both sides of the walls, like a warehouse for storing sports equipment, but it seems that they are worried that passing students will trip on the flat ground. Falling to death here.

"There is strangeness everywhere."

Nelson stared at the neatly arranged cushions, thinking.

"Perhaps Felius didn't expect anyone to solve his puzzle so quickly," Tom shrugged and said triumphantly. "After all, I am--"

"——Master Riddle who can even take off the Ravenclaw door knocker."

Nelson followed his words and continued.

"Hush!" Tom hurriedly covered Nelson's mouth, for fear that this matter would be heard by someone passing by. Fortunately, Flivy's riddle is currently only guessed by him, so there is no one in the corridor. "That is Helena Ravenclaw gave it to me, you understand."

"Understand," Nelson nodded, "So what are you doing with it now?"

"This topic is not suitable to be said here," Tom replayed the gift box and put both hands on, covering Nelson's nose. "The Dean of Ravenclaw is still inside, is it appropriate?"

After Nelson made a confirmation gesture, Tom released his hand and wiped Nelson's sleeve with disgust.

He tidied his school robe a bit, put his hand on the doorknob, lowered his head, and suddenly noticed that a gyroscope-like instrument was stuck on the edge of the door frame. It seemed to be an old style looking glass more than ten years ago. There is no rotation, but there is a faint "buzzing" friction sound from the inside of the shell.

Nelson hooked his head and smiled at the wooden door, put down his hand that was about to open the door, turned around, and said seriously to Tom, who was confused, "I think, since you are the first student to solve Felius's test, You should be allowed to sign up as soon as possible."

"At this time, I'm more particular about it." Tom bypassed Nelson without knowing, and squeezed to the door. He had coveted the title of Master of Dueling Flevey for a long time.

"You can put the broom first—"

Before Nelson's words fell, Tom, who was anxious, had already pushed the door.

The next second, with a flash of light and a muffled noise, he flew out stiffly holding the broomstick, as fast as a cannonball.

"—Give it to me." Nelson covered his face, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. "I finally know what those cushions are for."

But Tom, who got up, obviously didn’t want to know their purpose, or that he had already experienced it personally. He didn’t even prepare a magic wand while holding the gift in both hands. When he flew upside down in the air, he subconsciously hugged the broom, when he got up. At that moment, he put the broom into Nelson's arms for the first time, and then he took up his wand and rushed in.

Accompanied by the sound of "ping-pong-pong", the classroom alternately flashed spells of different colors, and from time to time there was the sound of Flivy's chanting and Tom's iconic "Avada gnawing melon".

"Isn't it forbidden to cast spells in the castle?!" Tom didn't really do anything, and even complained casually. At the same time, the human-shaped depression on the cushion was slowly rebounding, adding a bit of comical to his question.

"That's the corridor, Tom, as the prefect, you have to be clear about every school rule." Flivy's smiling answer made Tom's offensive frequency a lot faster.

"The school rules also say that you can't attack classmates!"

"Yes, Tom, but it didn't say that professors can't attack students." Two familiar laughs from a man and a woman, belonging to Flivy and McGonagall, were heard in the classroom. "This is a test," Professor Tom and Professor Dumbledore told I not only want to train the students' dueling skills, but also teach them how to deal with emergencies."

"Yes, Tom," McGonagall finally said, "I'm curious, the pre-set obstacle spell shouldn't be so easy to repel you."

"Because I am holding a gift for you," Tom responded angrily. He seemed to give up resistance, "No one would think that his friend would attack him on the way to give a gift!"

The curse in the classroom stopped abruptly, and the three fell into an awkward silence. Nelson opened the door in time and walked in with the gift box.

"Minerva, I didn't expect you to be there!" He said with a smile on his face, pretending to be surprised.

Tom was standing next to a plaster statue with his arms knocked out pretending to admire, while McGonagall and Flivy were sitting behind a low table, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Fortunately, at least the Gryffindors may scold me, but they will definitely not attack me."

Tom looked at the hairline of the plaster statue, and said yin and yang weirdly.

"Tom..." McGonagall looked at Nelson, who was holding the gift box, with guilt in his eyes.

"You will definitely like this gift!" Upon seeing this, Nelson hurriedly finished the round, manipulating the box to fly to the table of the two of them, "Would you like to open it for a look? There is a surprise."

McGonagall nodded and stroked the delicate packaging. From the size, she had guessed that it was a broom inside.

Just when Nelson thought the atmosphere would freeze like this, the door suddenly opened.

A boy with a round face and half-length hair got in from outside.

"Professor Flivi, I solved the puzzle you left," Aristo Moody looked at the four people in the classroom nervously, "I'm here to sign up for the duel club."

"Hello, Professor McGonagall!" Moody found the Dean even more nervous.

"Very good," Flivy changed to the professor's gentle smile in just a second, Minerva on the side also switched to Professor McGonagall mode, the gift box has disappeared from the desktop, "Come on, to Get a sign on the table over there. Starting next week, you can participate in the duel club activities on weekends."

Nelson followed Flitwick’s gaze and looked at the table he was talking about. Tom appeared behind the table like a phantom, and nodded at Moody like a conscientious volunteer, from the table in front of him. He took out one and asked intimately, "Alastor, do you need a pen?"

"Ah...thank you! Prefect Riddle."

Moody scratched his head. He thought he would be the first to sign up, but after another thought, sitting in front of him was the warrior of Hogwarts! How can it be slow? He walked to Tom with reverent eyes, took the quill pen that Tom handed over with both hands, signed his name upright on it, greeted the four, and turned to the door.

"Don't tell the students the puzzle. This is our first event." Flivy watched him leave with a smile, "Remember to help us publicize it."

This "we" quickly aroused Moody's sense of identity, and his back straightened a little bit.

Moody's episode cleverly resolved the atmosphere in the classroom, and Tom's expression of resentment also relaxed.

"Is the topic simple?" Flivy spread his hands out in distress, "I can understand you guys who solved it first, why are there still people so fast."

"Alastor Moody," Tom explained, "It's a personal talent. In my mutual aid club, almost all magic was taught on the first day. The second time, my friend in Gryffindor told Me, he often practices magic alone in his spare time."

"He is a hardworking kid, Filius, you didn't do much substitute lessons last semester, maybe you don't know," McGonagall said. Luo."

"The Auror is dangerous," Tom said suddenly, "a high-risk profession that is vulnerable to attack."

"Tom, you know, this is Professor Dumbledore’s request," Flivy smiled bitterly when Tom’s anger had not disappeared. He could still put on the air of a professor in front of other students, but faced with Tom’s old age. An acquaintance and old friend, he can only explain patiently, "This is actually for your sake. After all, it is more cost-effective to suffer a bit in school than to suffer a big loss after graduation."

"Professor Dumbledore is to blame," Nelson smiled and walked over to Tom, pulling out a chair to sit down, "I know his office password, tomorrow I will help you steal all his snacks. "

Tom has always been an indifferent person. When facing Moody, he politely keeps his distance. Only when he stays with friends will he show his true feelings. Resentment comes and goes quickly. Thanks to Nelson's efforts, laughter finally reverberated in the classroom.

It is estimated that there will be no students to sign up for a long time after that, and the four of them began to talk and enjoy this rare leisure at the busy time of school.

"Seriously, when you go out, even if you are a friend, you must confirm your safety," Flivy said sternly. "Before returning to teach at Hogwarts, I used to work in Gringotts for a while, and that happened. In one case, a dark wizard on the run disguised as a pure-blooded wizard. After attacking a friend who came to visit, the wounded under the control of the Imperius Curse came to Gringotts to collect money."

"Can people controlled by the Imperius Curse pass Gringotts' verification?" Tom asked curiously, "I'm just purely curious."

"Of course not. When you are making a minecart, you will pass through a dripping stalactite area, where the detection magic is cast, and you can find out any confusing spells, Imperius spells and other mind-controlling magic or potions."

"It's a pity," Tom whispered.

"what?"

"I mean so I can save money and feel relieved."

"Gringotts is the second safest place in the world," Flitwick proudly introduced his old club. "Even before Dumbledore took office, it often competed for the safest name."

"Speaking of it, I have also heard of a case that almost turned into a legend. Just when I was an intern at the Ministry of Magic," McGonagall said suddenly, "It is said that there is a thief in Britain who can become other people and often goes to wizards. The home steals precious materials and magic props, and even asks for property from the relatives and friends of the impersonated person. Although most cases are a group of wizards who owe money and turned into sellers to fish in troubled waters, many of them have real victims-so Even in the face of familiar people, be vigilant."

"Compound decoction?" Nelson asked.

"They thought about it too," McGonagall said. "Some stolen items are far less valuable than potions. If you are interested, I can ask my former colleagues."

Small talk will make time pass quickly. Although the story told by McGonagall and Flivy is very attractive, there is a buzzing sound in Tom's pocket. He takes out a small timing ball presented by Nelson and stands up. Goodbye.

"Divination class is about to start, I'm leaving." He looked at Nelson. "Will you talk to them for a while?"

"I'm going to see Adele." Nelson stood up, "I still want to go to the library."

"I'm going back to class too." McGonagall said to Flitwick. "Your class is in the afternoon, right?"

"If you are free, you can help me watch here," Flivy smiled and said goodbye to the three of them. "But I used magic on the registration form, and they will know what to do if no one is there."

McGonagall hugged the gift box and Tom Nelson and left. The three separated at the top of the stairs and rushed in their own direction.

According to the schedule, Hufflepuff's freshmen should take herbal medicine lessons. Nelson endured the discomfort caused by a patch of green and glanced outside the nursery. The atmosphere in Hufflepuff was the best in the four hospitals. After Dale had a great time in class, he paced and left.

He didn't rush to the library the first time. He always felt that he should go out to get some air, so he left the castle aimlessly and unknowingly came to the edge of the forbidden forest.

"I knew you could feel my calling."

A rustle of friction came from the shrubs on the edge of the forbidden forest~www.readwn.com~ The man’s voice was as hoarse as the sound of grass leaves, and Nelson instantly woke up from the empty state, put his hand in his pocket, vigilantly Staring around.

"I'm not malicious," the man explained, "I wore the invisibility cloak for a while, so I want to try if I can use it to find you. If there is no response, we should meet in your principal's office... If you have any impressions, we have met once."

Seeing the black magic power emerging from the bushes, Nelson narrowed his eyes, released his hand holding the magic wand, and walked towards the bushes.

"Credence?"

"Good, you still remember me, this should be our first conversation," Credence said with a sigh of relief, "Hogwarts is really hard to get in, but fortunately I found a secret passage. But can I ask you not to go any further? My appearance is a bit unsightly now."

Nelson stopped and beckoned at the bushes: "How is Nagini?"

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