My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The library is not a logging yard, and it shouldn't make the sound of saw blades, Mr. Riddle."

In the corner of the library, a small round stool moved horizontally on the ground, making a faint sound of rubbing against the wooden floor, but the keen-aware librarian could easily distinguish this noise, which was very different from the sound of turning paper, her voice. Floating faintly through the rows of bookshelves, "If you still go your own way, then I can only ask Professor Slughorn to shut you down."

"Okay, okay," Tom raised his hands in a surrender gesture, although the voice of the administrator affected the students' study more than the sound of the stool, even though there were not many students in the library early in the morning. In fact, at this moment Only him and Nelson, who came first, were in the library, but he readily admitted his mistake, "I will correct it, madam."

After all, four small feet in thick-soled slippers grew under the four legs of the small round stool. It ran for joy in a funny gesture, and quickly floated to Nelson, who was struggling by the window.

"I feel like you haven't been in high spirits since you came back, and you didn't even watch your favorite game." Tom leaned his chin and glanced at Nelson next to him, sneaking at half of the text already written on his parchment. "Alphadet, let me ask you, today is the semi-finals, the battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor, are you sure not to watch it?"

"Isn't he a commentator? It's not that he played in person, why should I go?" Nelson said without looking up, and the quill in his hand clicked on a pause. Tom was interrupted and the trembling nib overflowed with a drop of ink. The stain quickly fainted on the parchment paper, "Oh... **** it."

When Nelson reached for the wand on the table, Tom had already grabbed the wand first, and while playing with the badge of the Knights of the Guardian, he drew an arc in the air.

"Clean up."

He said slowly, and pointed the tip of the stick lightly at the parchment in front of Nelson, but Nelson moved faster than him. He pulled the parchment off the table and hid it under the table. Tom’s "Clean up The curse hit the tabletop just right, and a hole with the same shape and size as the ink stain appeared on the table. The ejected wooden block continued downward, hit the ground, and lifted up a small piece of wooden floor. It hit Nelson's calf.

"You can't use magic loudly in the library, Riddle, you have to maintain respect for the books," a louder than before came immediately, the sound of high heels getting closer and closer, "Of course, the same in the castle!"

"I'll use the Silent Curse next time!" Tom's response was over the bookshelf and the "silent curse is not acceptable." He hugged his head and said helplessly, "For Merlin's sake, ma'am, they I've all gone to the Quidditch game, there is no one in the library!"

A messy-haired head came out from behind the bookshelf behind the two of them. Owl-like eyes carefully observed the corners of the reading area. She didn’t want to ignore even a mouse and a hair. Her head was even They can turn half a circle like an owl, and they look terrifying.

"Okay," the manager's head quickly retracted, "remember to patch up the floor."

"Okay, ma'am." Tom agreed perfunctorily, stretching his legs, trying to draw the sawdust that had hit the opposite side with the sole of his shoe.

"What are you doing?" Nelson folded the parchment paper into his arms. When the sound of high heels was gone, he raised his head and glared at Tom, rubbing his calf while complaining, "I wrote something. In the morning, I wrote a bottle of ink dry."

"If you want me to say, you could just write a note to Nobby Rich," Tom snorted, "Trust me, he must want to see a brief note more than your long nonsense. Even if it’s papyrus—you can even just write “I want an errand from the Department of Mysteries,” and he will be very happy.”

"Trust me, he won't." Nelson shook his head, took out a small silver ball from his pocket that was slowly turning into a letterbox, rolled up the folded parchment and stuffed it in, "Compared to business, He definitely wants to listen to those superfluous words that I write that I find disgusting. This is an attitude that a person like you who only has money will not understand."

"Ha," Tom raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Although it is clear that you are scolding me, you must have more insults like this in the future."

He finally pulled the sawdust back, kicked it with his heel, and sent it back to the pit on the ground.

"There has been an irreparable gap between him and Shafik." Rubbing the nib of the quill pen with his thumb and index finger, pure black ink dripped from the nib and fell on his hand. The ink quickly fainted and knocked him away. His fingertips were dyed in pitch black, "Did he say anything when sending you money?"

"Uh..." Tom thought. "He invited me to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation. He also promised that I would be promoted step by step. It's a joke."

"What's wrong? Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"I mean, if Lord Riddle wants to rise up step by step, does he still need the promise of a small minister?"

Seeing Tom's rare ass, Nelson smiled and shook his head, "If you really want and follow his advice, in fact, he will get more benefits."

"Of course, I have already seen through his little tricks," Tom curled his lips and said in a boring tone. "Although my surname is Riddle, I am also the last blood relative of the run-down Gunter family. Of course, I mean the kind with a normal brain. Nobby Ritchie wants to do something, but his qualifications are too shallow and he has no prominent family background, so most people think of him as Shafi Judging from the little pets that Ke raises, even though he expressed his intention to win over to the pure-blood families, almost everyone just regarded it as a temptation for Shafik or Wisengamo, even if someone had a problem with him. Interest, his Muggle background will also announce the break of this plan at the first thought."

"Yes, Tom," Nelson turned around, stretched his arms to take a dusty book from the bookshelf behind him, and pushed it in front of Tom. It’s a coincidence that people have turned it over. That happened to be when I was borrowing this book."

Tom just glanced at the cover and saw the word "history" in "A History of the Genealogy of the Wizarding Family in England". He immediately lost the desire to read it. He waved his hand and said, "This stuff makes me sick. Can you conclude, Gnar?"

"Okay," Nelson shrugged and explained, "This book was written by a wizard from the Gore family 120 years ago. He is not knowledgeable, but he is very good at slacking his beards and horses. This is a genealogical book. Almost 90% of the content in the book is flattery to the Twenty-eight Pure Blood. The most clear reason for this statement in modern times is this book, but its most commendable convenience is to combine history with Legends are mixed together, and many families have been set up with legends that seem reasonable but are not reliable."

"Gore, right?" Tom squinted his eyes for a moment, nodded and said, "Indeed, listening to you, this family does have this problem."

"I don't understand why Hogwarts included this kind of book in the library. Maybe the professor who was in charge of purchasing books on the history of magic did not understand the history of magic, but under the cover of many lies, some historical facts and laws of that era are still It has been recorded. For example, the ministers of the Ministry of Magic in the past are blood relatives or in-laws of these pure-blood families."

Even if he hadn’t read the book for more than a year, Nelson was still able to turn the pages of the book to the position he wanted, in a crude picture of "Malfoy Ancestors vs. the Sirens and the Sea-Monster to Keep the People" Below the painting, a row of tables was drawn on a tiny empty page, listing the family backgrounds of the past ministers of magic.

"Rickey's leadership was completely an accident. Perhaps even Shafik didn't expect that this lucky guy who was picked up at his fingertips turned out to be a pure Muggle-born wizard, so his actions in the ministry would seem so stretched. Every time you do something, you have to take advantage of the situation, such as the marginalized Black House, the Newmont Gad who broke into the British market, and the tumultuous US Magic Congress Salem case. In the Second Salem incident, he He was extremely active and even dominated the sanctions against the Magic Congress of the United States. This allowed him to finally obtain the grades and international reputation that matched his identity. I still remember that at this time last year, he was facing impeachment and almost stepped down, but now, he has I can do some small movements with Shafik behind his back."

"what?"

"Leave a way out for those pure-blood families."

Nelson sighed. As the first Muggle-born minister in history, Rich did not lack the ability, vision or determination. He once dared to publicly criticize the righteousness of the former minister. Nelson was quite impressed, but he was still affected by the times. Power pulled the water down, but even so, he was still struggling and was not willing to be a puppet. He was very different from Shafik who said he couldn’t do it. “When I went to see him last week, it happened. When the Malfoy group came out of his office, the conditions he gave could not be said to be harsh, but judging from Malfoy’s ability to negotiate business with me at the door of the minister’s office, they would soon agree with Rich. After all, compared to death, it’s more comfortable to linger. What you don’t expect is that even in the office, in front of Shafik, he dared to express to me that he and he are not of the same mind-with the ring finger. Knuckles hit the shoulder blades. This is how the wizards who entered into the Magic Congress of the United States a long time ago by Numongard expressed their identities."

Nelson stretched out his hand and made a strange gesture-three fingers clenched into a circle, ring finger bent into a triangle, thumb up to make a straight line, just representing the three deathly hallows, which can implicitly express his identity as a saint. Only after the introduction of Nelson's small silver ball for communication, this contact method was abandoned.

"Noby Ritchie is... a saint?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No," Nelson shook his head. "While tapping with the knuckles, he embroidered an address on my shoulder with black thread. From a magical point of view, he is not a slapstick like Fuli. I gave this address. I sent a blank letter, and I received his reply in the owl room the next day, the day I met Dumbledore—he told me

, This was told by an official who was bought by Numongard during the interrogation of the remnants of the Second Salem incident in the Magic Congress of the United States. "

"So what does he want to express?" Tom squinted. "Need the support of Gunter, a descendant of Slytherin?"

"Rich is about to overthrow Shafik. He believes that the root of the corruption of the British Ministry of Magic lies in the chief justice and Wisengamao's chief." Nelson gave a malicious smile, "though I think he Some personal emotions are mixed, but I have to admit that he and my goal coincide."

"You and Shafik..." Tom paused, and suddenly realized, "Oh, I get it, no wonder you left the photos and the evidence. Are you going to ruin him?"

"It depends on the mood," Nelson laughed. "He thinks he has nothing to do. Wiesengamau's reelection will definitely consider the candidate's attitude towards Newmontgard, but he doesn't understand that it is different from me, Newmontgard. What's more, why can't he understand things that even the new card game of Chocolate Pictures can understand?"

"Oh~" Tom held the long tone and hissed strangely, "Grindelwald may be sad."

"Go, I'll take you to see something fun."

Nelson was not interested in whether Grindelwald was hurt or not. He threw the letterbox in his hand into the air. As it ascended, it transformed into a small silver ball, and then shrank suddenly when the momentum of the fall began, and disappeared. not see.

"Is it this? You don't even miss the owl business?"

"This is just a simple trick. What I want to show you is much more interesting than it." Nelson sold it, stuffed the stationery on the table into his pocket, stood up, and turned his back to the library door. As he walked, Tom followed him suspiciously, asking nonsensical questions from time to time.

"Have you dug a new tunnel?"

"So Grindelwald will be sad?"

"Are their cards really powerful together?"

Not long after, the two left the castle, and amidst the cheers echoing over the campus, they quickly approached the Forbidden Forest.

…

"So you called me out to watch the horse?" Tom looked a bit of a toothache, "Although horse meetings are indeed rare..."

"It's a horseman, be polite to them—listen!"

Nelson motioned to Tom to silence, and the two of them stared at the horsemen gathered in the forbidden forest. They were arguing because of the chaotic "sky phenomenon". They pointed to Faust whose heads flashed from time to time with a gleam of light. Some people said it was. Mars, some people say it is Venus.

"This prank is good." Tom felt a little speechless. "You must be very happy to make the astrologers mess up."

"No," Nelson shook his head, and a new piece of parchment appeared in front of him. His palm was shrouded in mist, and there were flashes of electric light from time to time. Under the control of magic, the complicated lines were drawn on the parchment. "Do you know why the center of Krakow is called the center?"

"Because it is a transit for the teleportation array?"

"It's simply because it is in the geographic center of Europe. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Before Tom started to get angry, Nelson handed the drawn picture to him, "Can you see what it is?"

"map?"

Tom squinted his eyes and looked at the lines in front of him that were similar to common maps, but completely distorted. Somehow, he always felt that the lines in front of him were more real. In the corner of the large map of Scotland, a blank circle was placed abruptly there. .

"Yes," Nelson nodded, "With the center as the center, I have built the eye over Europe. As we all know, the location of Hogwarts is a mystery like almost all wizarding schools, and even used it to prevent it from being on the map. Marked spell, but if we can draw a map of all the places around it, then the unrealistic piece in the middle is naturally Hogwarts."

"Are you finally ready to attack Hogwarts?"

"No," Nelson denied, "I just want to tell you that if you can overlook, anything sneaky will be invisible."

"Well said." A stern rebuke came from the bushes. The two raised their heads. A horseman bent his bow and set an arrow, staring at the two intruders with an unkind expression, "Humans, this is not what you should have come. place."

Tom was a little impatient and had already worked out his wand.

"I came to visit you specially," Nelson stood up, patted the soil and leaves on his body, and said politely, "As for the chaotic stars and unknown fate in recent days, do I have a chance to understand the mystery? "