My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Look, that's Nelson..."

Somehow, after returning to Hogwarts, Nelson returned to the well-known and hot state after he made the limelight in the Triwizard Tournament. When he passed by his classmates, he would always hear from behind. Whispering, even if he is used to being talked about, he always feels that there is something different about this kind of fame.

The first is the crowd. These students with abnormal performance are almost all in the same class. The key words they discuss are "outrageous", "professor", "angry", "Saint Mungo", "savior" and a series of eight poles. On the vocabulary that cannot be typed.

He tried to connect these words and got a funny story-an outrageous professor provoked public anger, Nelson scored him into Saint Mungo and became the savior of his classmates-this is obviously impossible, after all In the dinner every night, the faculty table is always full of people, and there is no such thing as a professor in St. Mungo’s hospital.

The discussion intensified, but Tom and Alphad didn’t say anything. Finally, on the third day after returning to school, Nelson couldn’t help it. He heard that she was about to take the package while leaving the auditorium and passing by with Myrtle. Things, came to the owl room first.

...

"where?"

After waiting for more than ten minutes, when Nelson was about to make a "cooing" sound from his mouth under the influence of owls in the house, Myrtle was finally late.

"Hello, does anyone know where my package is?" Myrtle stood among the dense owl racks, staring blankly, trying to communicate with the owl, "My name is Mettle Warren."

"it's here."

Nelson’s voice came from behind her, frightening the girl, his figure firmly blocked the door frame of the owl house, Myrtle turned around and looked at Nelson, who could not see clearly, and swallowed. Take a step back.

"I picked up the package for you, Mettle," Nelson snapped his fingers, and the strong passive light made the owl's room brightly lit. The couriers who came out at night and day were disturbed by the bright light and yelled dissatisfiedly. When he got up, he raised the envelope in his hand and said, "I came here to pick up the letter, and when I saw your name, I took it for you by the way."

"Oh...thank you." Myrtle didn't know what medicine he sold in his gourd, she stretched out her hand timidly, her cheeks were a little red, and she seemed to be frightened just now, "I thought my package was hidden again. Up."

"Are they still doing this?" Nelson frowned. "Is my memory so bad?"

"No...no no," Myrtle hurriedly waved her hand to deny. "After Tom helped me, they are much better. Although they don't want to talk to me on weekdays, they won't come to trouble."

"Then how could it be'hidden again'?"

"You may not understand that since the knocker of the Ravenclaw lounge was lost, the students felt that there was no place for their ingenuity," Myrtle whispered, "So sometimes they play some games, such as Playing cards or chess...Sometimes they think that it is not healthy to sit in the lounge often, so they will make jokes like hiding other people's packages and leaving clues in place for the owner to find."

"Riddler, isn't it?" Nelson licked his teeth, feeling for the first time that Tom's habit of trying to touch any valuables was a bit bad.

"Can you give it to me?" Myrtle stretched out her hand and said blushing.

"Well," Nelson said, upsetting the weight of the package, "I'll get you to the lounge, it's a little heavy."

"Okay, thank you." Myrtle's face flushed even more.

"You should be a little bit more cheerful, you are about to graduate soon. If you are blushing when looking for a job in the future, that would be bad," Nelson turned around and walked out of the owl room. "Furthermore, you are welcome. I want to ask you something."

Myrtle followed him out, but when the door was just closed, Nelson was stopped by the harsh clacking and croaking inside. He opened the door a small slit, reached in and snapped his fingers, "Sorry, sorry, forgot. Turn off the lights-hiss, lightly!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Nelson held his hand to his mouth and blew coldly. "I was almost pecked by an owl."

Myrtle covered her mouth and let out a chuckle. "You should feel lucky. It is said that there is a very powerful old owl living in Hogwarts. If anyone annoys it, it will treat that person or magically. The animal was beaten up, and then plucked a hair and pinned it to its chest. It is said that the phoenix raised by Professor Dumbledore had been beaten by it. If it slept there just now, I am afraid you will lose a few hairs. "

"Probably," Nelson rubbed his chin, remembering the owl that used to break through the defense of Newmondgard with a single bird, with feathers of various birds of prey in its chest, bright like a badge. "Probably."

"You actually believe this legend." Myrtle was even more surprised. "I always thought you were a serious and rigid person."

"What you think is right," Nelson nodded earnestly. "I have seen the owl you mentioned. Seriously, if Grindelwald was by then, I'm afraid there would be one less powerful black in this world. wizard."

"You are so humorous." Myrtle was amused.

"I was serious."

The inside of the Ravenclaw Tower is quiet, maybe just as Myrtle said, the students of the Eagle Academy gathered in the lounge to play cards, which made the journey downstairs for the two extremely long, and Myrtle held her heart Curious, didn't speak, just glanced at Nelson's side face with weird expression from time to time.

The light source in the corridor is reflected by the unique blue decoration in the Ravenclaw Tower, so that Nelson's skin is dyed with a layer of coolness, and his hair tends to be more moon-like silver, making Myrtle feel facing the stars. The unique beauty.

Finally, the two came to the floor where the door of the lounge was located. The portrait at the door glanced at this side, yawned, and left from the side of the picture frame.

At this time, there was some smoke and fire in the tower, and there seemed to be no sound of shouting from behind the door of the lounge. It seemed that a student was in charge and the other did not speak martial arts, playing some disgusting sorrows. Routine.

"Sometimes they play late at night," Myrtle said in a low voice, "This is a new card game launched by Chocolate Frog Pictures. Recently, the most popular is the ancient Greek priestess Pitya. Her magic can predict the opponent's next game. The behavior of the round was resisted by many people."

"It looks pretty realistic."

"Not really," Myrtle shook her head. "Professor Dumbledore and the dark wizard Grindelwald work very well together, but everyone knows that even if the deck can be matched like this, in reality they can do it anyway. Not in the same camp."

"That's hard to say."

Nelson raised his eyebrows, his expression even stranger.

"So what are you asking?"

Myrtle couldn't restrain her curiosity, raised her head and asked, when she was almost stepped on by Nelson at the Lihen Bookstore six years ago, the two were about the same height, but now, she has to look up to Nelson.

"Ahem." Nelson blushed infrequently, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I want to know what topic they are discussing about me recently, you know, when many people stare at me with strange eyes, Few people can stay at ease."

"Uh..." Myrtle made a big blush. She was even ready to listen to some more popular topics, but she didn't expect Nelson to ask this question. She froze for a long time before squeezing out, "I still I think people like you are used to being talked about."

"This is the truth," Nelson scratched his head. "But do you know? The expression is like I jumped on Professor Dumbledore's table during dinner and jumped a section of Swan Lake."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Myrtle finally couldn't stretch herself anymore, she clutched her belly and laughed loudly. After smiling for a long time, she straightened up and said, "It should be because of the person who replaced you."

"The person who replaced me? What do you—" Nelson was stunned, and suddenly realized, "You can see that everyone is different."

"Yes, he is a bit like Tom in color, but with a bit more pink...some alternative, like a...well, how do you say it? Like a married black dragon from the Heshed Islands," Myrtle nodded , Laughed and said, "It’s really funny to say that he translated the text of the Nordic slate in the ancient magic text class. Because the professor had heard of your reputation, he specifically picked him up to answer the question, and he turned ' 'Odin riding his eight-legged steed horse' translates into'Odin riding eight steeds with his eight legs'. The professor of the ancient magic text class is a bit older, and he fainted with anger on the spot when he heard this translation. , Was sent to St Mungo urgently by Miss Joey...Huh? What's the matter with you?"

"I'm actually okay." Nelson gritted his teeth, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud, his anger and laughter entangled, so that in Myrtle's eyes, he was like two entangled dyes.

"Okay," she continued, "Later he had to be hospitalized in St. Mungo for two weeks because of his illness. This gave most students who thought the course was boring a rare vacation, so most people think You are everyone’s savior."

"I see……"

Nelson clenched his fists, it turned out that those words strung together into such a story.

Myrtle looked at him with a smile, until the door of Flitwick's office behind Nelson suddenly opened.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think I can teach children some more useful magic," Flivy said sharply from the crack of the door. "At least let them know what the real black magic looks like, think about it. What's the matter over Lewa's house!"

"Because of this, Felius, we need to be cautious," Dumbledore opened the door slowly, revealing half of his face, "We all know the allure of black magic. Even more because it is easy to master, if—"

He saw Nelson and Myrtle at the door, and his squinted eyes grew slightly.

Flivy's face was also exposed from his waist, and seeing Nelson blocking the blushing Myrtle at the door of the lounge, he raised his eyebrows and screamed loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, It suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to ask you!"

Immediately afterwards, he grasped the handle placed under the wooden door and slammed the door shut.

"I'm going back first!" Myrtle covered her face, opened the door of the lounge that was not protected by a portrait, and rushed in.

"Oh! Filius, have mercy on my nose," Dumbledore's urn cried out from the door of the office. "It has been taught severely by my dear brother, and I feel so intolerable. The bridge of the long nose is a little loose again."

With an embarrassed face left, Nelson opened his hands and stood there. Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but he even wanted to laugh.

"squeak--"

The door of the lounge opened a gap, and Myrtle poked her head out and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

Nelson wanted to ask about Christian's recent situation. He was always worried about this girl, but after thinking about Dumbledore in the office behind him, he shook his head and said, "No, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"It's okay." Myrtle made a face and closed the door of the lounge.

Once again, only Nelson was left in the corridor. He raised his head and looked at Flitwick's office door. The cat's eyes, which were much shorter than the ordinary door, flashed.

Soon after, the wooden door opened again, and Dumbledore covered his nose and walked out of the door. Flivy waved to Nelson behind him and greeted him.

If someone sees Nelson's whole journey downstairs, he must be surprised. At first, it was a girl, but when he went downstairs, he became the principal.

Nelson followed Dumbledore, counting the steps of the stairs.

"Have you finished counting? How many levels?"

"Twenty-two." Nelson raised his head and replied without thinking.

"I have lived in Hogwarts for many years, and I don’t know much about the little things I touch every day." Dumbledore shrugged, "For example, the Gryffindor Tower has an extra mezzanine, so every The steps are twentieth, next time you can take Miss Warren to count."

"Professor, it's not what you think."

"I know," Dumbledore blinked with a smile, "but life is made up of coincidences, isn't it? For example, Odin, an ancient wizard of Northern Europe, has eight legs, but people always think this is weird. So, it was rumored to be false, and finally he put eight legs on his mount."

"Haha." Nelson smiled dryly, not knowing what to say.

"It's a good thing to value other people's evaluations, Nelson. At least it means that you won't go all the way to the dark," Dumbledore patted his shoulder. "I also have questions to ask you."

"Say it."

"The Horcrux...I know you know the Horcrux," Dumbledore chewed on his vocabulary, pondering for a moment, and continued, "If you are sure to kill Helbo, will his Horcrux still have the same effects as before? ?"

"I don't dare to pack a ticket~www.readwn.com~Professor," Nelson nodded, and shook his head, "but according to the principle, he is still lost in the Horcrux and the memories that have been lost in the illusion are nothing. Different, perhaps the only remaining value is those ancient spells and magic power to open up the illusion."

"That's it." Dumbledore's eyes showed a touch of worry, and he then asked, "Should you not leave school during the Christmas holidays this year?"

"No schedule, professor," Nelson replied, "what's the matter?"

"The day before Christmas, I have something for you."

"Why is that day?" Nelson was a little confused, "is there anything special?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head, "but you should know."

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