My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Many years later, facing the Order of the Phoenix, Tom Riddle will surely think of the remote night when his best friend Nelson Williams was beaten up by his free-range cat in the small bedroom.

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Halloween.

Hogwarts was filled with colorful pumpkin heads. Many little wizards went back to their dorms before they had time to remove their makeup and fell asleep. From time to time in the castle came the strange cry of the guy who was startled by his makeup, but it belonged to Nelson. But Tom’s bedroom was extremely quiet, so quiet that there was no festive carnival atmosphere, like a gathering of ghosts remembering their time alive.

Tom is sitting on the window sill, with one leg stretched out and one leg on the edge of the window. An hourglass-like pendant hangs in the center of the pure black robe. The fine black sand keeps changing from one cavity to another as the small hourglass rotates. Sliding, as if conforming to the rules of reincarnation, even though the gravel is black, they can still gleam in the night, containing a magic that is inexplicable even if it is magic. He holds the cute cat named question mark in his arms. , One hand has to stroke the smooth hair behind it from front to back, and the other hand is under the kitten's chin, fingers teasing the cat’s neck rhythmically, making a comfortable purr from its throat.

Through the glass, he watched Nelson outside the window grabbing the window sill and carefully inserting the sword in his hand into a rotating flower pot. He has rarely seen this childhood friend so serious. Even in Nelson's favorite magic history class, he never showed such an expression. Behind Nelson, the luxuriant stars shuttled through the clouds, just like the passage of time.

As if that stupid shadow-playing fortune-telling scam was everything he pursued in his life, there seemed to be a path leading to the secret realm, connecting to a place that Tom knew nothing about and where Nelson really belonged.

"Need help?" He knocked on the glass, and asked softly like Nelson outside the window. The roommates behind him let out a sweet cry, and the airflow passed through the blocked nasal cavity and mouth, bringing out the mundane and mundane from the ordinary body. Sick, glass separated him from Nelson inside and outside, and the roommates behind him were not in the same world as him.

This sudden sense of loneliness made Tom sigh, and the action of serving the question mark in his hands could not help but stagnate. The question mark in his arms raised his head and meowed dissatisfiedly, and Tom began to repeat the previous actions mechanically.

"What's the matter? Tired from scratching?" Nelson pried open a small slit in the bedroom window and smiled at Tom with one eye. "Why don't you come? I'll serve it for you?"

As soon as the window opened, the cold night breeze squeezed in. The roommates on the bed were so excited that they wrapped the quilt tightly in their dreams, and made a harsher snoring sound. They even felt like waiting for Tom to fall asleep. Going to bed again, after several years of getting along, this indifferent genius wizard has also changed a lot, and their familiarity with Tom has even reached the point where they need to ask if they need to bring him a portion for dinner.

"Forget it," Tom thought for a while, and shook his head. "It's too cold outside, and I don't understand your stuff."

"Always be familiar," Nelson smiled brightly, and he could see that he had made a lot of progress. "I don't think you want to be shown to you every day like a fool."

"Isn't that good?" Tom yawned. "How was the result of the game?"

"What game?" Nelson put down the wrench in his hand, poured a bunch of gears into the flowerpot, pointed at them with a magic wand, as the device was assembled, the sharp sword that seemed to have been inserted straight was working. An angle that was imperceptible to the naked eye slowly adjusted his position.

"The ghost Halloween dinner dessert contest between you and Dumbledore," Tom yawned louder again. "Didn't he ask you to compete before? I think you got a round belly when you first came back. Did you win? ?"

"Don't want to be so strong, Tom, sometimes it's more valuable to be clumsy than to make yourself look like a rice bucket."

"It looks like I lost."

"..." Nelson said after a moment of silence, "I am indeed far inferior to him in terms of eating sweets."

"You still don't want to lose to him."

"I don't want to lose to anyone," Nelson smiled. "Of course, if victory is meaningless, I won't pursue anything."

"Is this a meaningful victory?"

"Not counting."

"So what counts?"

"Such as stuffing the **** Helbo into that **** door?" Nelson shrugged, and a small nut fell from his pocket and fell into the bushes under the castle. He poked his head and looked down, shrinking helplessly. Looking back, "Or to help some people seek justice from their fate? I am not the same as you, Tom, I don’t have that kind of natural and powerful magic. Almost everything I surpass myself comes from the gifts of others, and I am obligated to complete theirs. wish."

"Is there nothing you want to do?" Tom asked patiently. "What you want to win is not for anyone, even Nagini, Adele or even Jonas, just forget them all. After that, just for the things you can win."

"..."

For a while, there was only the sound of wind blowing on the windowsill.

"Well," Tom shook his head helplessly, "Then if you do something wrong, do you want to win too?"

"How can I feel that what I am doing is wrong?" Nelson laughed. "Anyone will feel that they are doing the right thing."

"Everyone, including me, is saying you are wrong."

"Who will you send to attack me then? Are you?"

Tom didn't speak, and it took a long time before he suffocated a "um".

"Then I choose to grab it with my hands." Nelson happily put the wrench back into his pocket, enlarged the window a bit, and stuck his entire face in. This look was horrible in the middle of the night, but Tom was not surprised anymore. , He turned sideways and moved aside, and heard Nelson jokingly said, "Who dares to be an enemy of the great Riddle? After all, you can't even mention a name!"

Tom laughed, watching Nelson dexterously turn over the window sill with the heavy coat on his back, unload the coat full of tools from his shoulders, and hung it on the pole of the four-poster bed. The sturdy bed was even slightly bent because of it. Judging from the bent wooden pillars, it has been bearing this unbearable weight of life during this period of time.

"How come?" Tom shook his head, and threw the letterbox in his arms to Nelson, "I want to be the enemy of the world for a long time."

"Stop talking about these ancient settings." Nelson waved his hand, received the small letterbox in the air, opened the letterhead and read it roughly, "It's really interesting, that Ivey doesn't seem to be a wizard in the true sense. Did you chase me here?"

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"You play with those stars every day, aren't you annoying?"

"It's almost here, and there will be more in the future. You don't want Credence to become a medieval legend, right?"

"But it's mid-November now."

The secret room is heavy, while Tom is complaining about Nelson’s complicated mechanical work, while riding on the scaffolding, he stuck a golden ball representing Venus in the mid-air frame made of fog. Such a coincidental opportunity is rare. I missed this second. , He has to chase the stars on a scaffold again.

In front of him, the model of the galaxy centered on the earth is slowly moving in a very complicated trajectory. The complicated movement and frequent flashing make people dazzling and enigmatic. When this huge model that filled the entire secret room was first built At that time, Tom was shocked by it, and kept asking Nelson whether this is the real universe, but when he was really outside the universe, like the gods of Muggle mythology, when he fiddled with the stars at will, this kind of insignificance The shock quickly disappeared, and then it turned into a sense of loneliness filled with emptiness.

The blue ball representing them was wrapped in the center by three layers inside and three layers outside, so small that it was a little funny.

The lazy white cat lay on the wooden board below Tom, licking the fur of his palm, like a supervisor in a white hat on a construction site, monitoring the two projects in a decent manner.

"You said Venus is so big, will it give birth to life?"

"When can you go and see for yourself, or find a chance to ask yourself," Nelson stood in the center of the star, dodge the flying planets from time to time. Give it to me, I have to bring an asteroid."

When Tom heard the words, he lowered his head and took a look on the ground. He waved his magic wand and threw the piled meteorite fragments over. Under Nelson’s response, they were quickly controlled by the gravitational force of the stars and entered the picture of the universe. The starry sky is no different.

Nelson withdrew from the star, came to Tom, grabbed the hourglass hanging on Tom's chest, and slowly twisted the knob.

"When do you want to see the stars?"

"Halloween, the day you were hit by a question mark."

"You can really pick an embarrassing time."

"Is this embarrassing? Damn, I always thought that the thing you made me wear was the legendary time converter. I didn't expect it to be just a model remote control," Tom said viciously. A protective spell."

"The most important thing in a band is the baton." Nelson laughed. "Look at it."

The black gravel in the hourglass flows in the opposite direction with the turning of the knob, while the stars in the model retreat rapidly according to the original trajectory. The long path and short time make their trajectory become invisible phantom light, stirring the air In the buzzing sound, the starry sky above did not know that their trajectories had been reproduced by mere humans.

The movement quickly stopped, and what appeared in front of Tom was a strange and familiar star map, which stagnated in place, as if time had also stagnated.

"We are back that day."

Nelson clapped awkwardly.

"You should show this to the professor of astronomy."

Tom curled his lips, took out a small ball from his arms that was exactly the same as the small silver ball Nelson gave to the horseman, and threw it to the center of the star map.

The blue ball in the center is not a sturdy entity. Unlike all the surrounding counterparts, it is a halo like flowing water. The ball thrown by Tom is pulled by gravity when it approaches it, and merges into the halo, replacing the center. s position.

Immediately afterwards, the small silver ball opened with the sound of gears spinning, and the sky filled with stars. On October 31st, the star map of Nelson's being beaten by a cat appeared in front of the two of them.

Each point of light coincides with the star body in the model, which is exactly the same.

"I think it is worthy of Master Riddle's applause, what do you think?"

"Ah yes yes yes."

Tom clapped his hands perfunctorily, but his heart was full of shock.

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"The divination that horse people believe in is not nonsense," Nelson stood in front of the star chart and talked, his face was a little pale, but his spirit was extremely excited. "In the cosmology we know well, the geocentric theory is just a change of reference, but The trajectory of the stars has become extremely complicated, and even difficult to measure with conventional methods. This makes it gradually replaced by Muggle heliocentric claims. In fact, they are just choices made due to different reference objects and different levels of simplicity."

"So?"

Early December, night.

The same tired Tom stayed in a secret room with a lot less stars, listening to Nelson's talk.

"There are countless stars in the universe, and their relative motion trajectories are complex or even chaotic, but countless counts also represent a conclusive fact. If all stars are projected on the earth where we live, there will always be a star at a certain stage. The trajectory coincides with a person’s life. Although this has nothing to do with the so-called fate, it is indeed an infinite coincidence and fact."

"Can you find them with magic?"

"You don't have to find everything, just find what we need, or even what we need in a certain period of time."

Like a parent who saw a newborn, Nelson stared at the star map that was so simple that it was already a little abstract. The ball of "is getting bigger and bigger, becoming more and more realistic. The stars light up and then dim quickly, dyeing the ball into brilliant silver, and a black trajectory across the ball appears on the surface. Those missed stars Wrapped in the lost fog and quickly extinguished, UU-Reading www.uukanshu.com has re-lit stars in the dark place. In the end, almost all the stars are extinguished, leaving only a dim star in the corner. A silver lace is left on the black track.

"Horse’s magic lies not in prediction, but in observation. They can detect the most distant constellation in the most primitive way. This is the magic of magic, and I, my eyes are already above the clouds, so I will See them farther and more realistically."

Nelson chanted a distant epic in the language of a horseman, and the light became brighter and brighter, and even extended to the front and the rear where the black track had not yet been set!

"Where do you come from? Where do you go." Nelson said softly, the starlight in his eyes was extremely hot.

"Tom, this is divination," his voice echoed in the empty secret room, hidden in the stars, exposed in the dense fog, "this is the appearance of destiny, I not only want to see the future, I have to see Clear the past."

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