My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"By the way, do you know the exam number?"

On the way back from Krakow to Hogwarts, Nelson put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and was dragged away by Tom almost barely touching his feet. There was even a leisurely mind like the grunting Tom next to him asking about this irrelevant. The problem.

He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unable to withstand the air of night. In Tom’s words, “You are a sorcerer who has no magic power left to cast spells. Coal production", but he also had to learn a warm spell, while carrying Nelson to help him keep warm, one sleeve was rolled up, most of the skin was covered with silver metal, and the bottom looked like It was a strong golden color. Upon closer inspection, the metal seemed to be flowing slowly, and the skin on the edge of Nelson's wound was slowly healing.

Nelson's coat floated in front of the two of them, faintly fluorescent giving directions, and the folds of the coat looked like a mocking smile on Tom.

"At that time, I will call you. I hope you won't get a funny transcript because of your mess all day long. In that case, I suggest you drop out directly." Tom, like most wizards, has a very With a normal physique, he rolled his eyes weakly and said humbly, "This way you can have a bright future just like Newt."

"Has Newt entered the Department of Fantastic Beast Management?" Nelson laughed. "I thought his status as an international friend was a bit troublesome."

"What kind of international friend is he? Did he marry Tina and become an American citizen?" Tom shook his head. "In some people's words, a bit of a misunderstanding left over from history that has been put on hold for many years."

"Haha." Nelson shook his head and stood on top of the ball, looking at Auschwitz under his feet.

Here is no longer the brightly lit grandeur of the year, and shrouded above the small town is the fortunate that the flames of war have faded, and those traumatic betrayals. Although the Muggle global war has been over for a long time, the defeat of failure still spreads in every one. The hearts of the participating countries-from ancient times to the present, they have never experienced such a war that started silently, erupted with great momentum, and ended inexplicably.

"A lot of people would die here."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and murmured.

"A lot of people are dead now," Tom recalled those summer vacations, and exclaimed rather sighfully. "I was walking on the streets of London a few years ago, and planes came and dropped bombs from time to time. I don't know which one it was. This kind of war weapon invented by ghosts only needs a bang, and the efficiency of killing is much faster than that of wizards using the killing curse one by one."

The jackdaw flew away on the distant mountains, leaving a deserted forest alone.

"These **** Germans...Oh, sorry, the Germans except Jonas, they don’t look at the target at all, they just throw the bomb wherever the building is intact," Tom said angrily. "Sometimes I can’t help but run away from the wand and shoot at those planes, you know? An orphanage with a red cross on the ground will also be the target of repeated bombings. I have to learn something about it, which I might use in my life. Unable to use magic, area protection, and prohibition mark, it's almost a Muggle expulsion spell."

"If you really used the Muggle Deportation Curse, then Mrs. Cole might be tragically leading the children to the streets," Nelson raised an eyebrow. "No wonder the orphanage has no casualties at all, it was you."

"What? What's your tone? Is it strange that Lord Riddle is compassionate?"

"No, it's not strange at all."

"Isn't it? For a while, there was still a piece of Westside missing on the wartime map of London, which was about to become a legend in CD City," thinking of this, Tom felt a little funny, "the little boys don't know who is right. They are good. Every time I go back and take a look, some small things always hide in fear. What, do I look very disgusting?"

"Very handsome, Tom."

"You don't need to say that," Tom smiled mockingly. "Later, because the orphanage was so well preserved, many people wanted to seek shelter in the surrounding areas. They were really frightened by the war, even God blessed them. It's so funny that I can say that. I actually enjoyed being a **** once."

"God's credit is not as great as you." Nelson praised.

"I suddenly remembered that just a year before the end of the war, a young naval officer had come to the orphanage to look for you. Mrs. Cole gave me a mouthful, but I forgot, I was afraid there was something important. Do you still know the Navy?"

Nelson squinted, remembering the two encounters on the sea when he left England and when he returned to England, and shook his head, "I probably know who it is. I have met once, but I'm not too familiar with it."

"That's good," Tom breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "He thought you died in the war, and he donated something to the orphanage. At least the children won't be frozen in the two years of the most famine. "

"Jack." Nelson nodded. "That's an interesting ship full of Jack."

"What's even more funny is that many refugees who are reluctant to have their own big house see so many supplies in the orphanage, all of them are blushing, and there are also noble masters whose factories have been bombed. They even want to drive Mrs. Cole and the others. Go to the air-raid shelter and move in to enjoy God’s asylum.” Tom’s tone was obviously a little angry. Obviously, the scene he saw with his own eyes was more exaggerated than what he said. Disgusting remarks, why don’t you give them to those who need them more if the orphanages are full of supplies? Who are the ones who need them more? Are they?"

"There will never be fewer people like this." Nelson was not worried that Mrs. Cole would be treated unfairly.

"Oh, I still need to apologize to another German. The editor-in-chief before Jonas is hard to protect himself, but he is also speaking for them. I also helped them a little," Tom smiled comfortingly." Frighten scare."

"Then what?"

"Then they continued to spread the silly things that the orphanage is not a refuge from God, but a safe house where Mrs. Cole traded children's souls with demons," Tom snorted, "Since I like demons so much, I I had to let them get in close contact with the devil once."

"Why is their imagination always limited to gods or demons? Haven't they read other books except the stories told by the church?"

"I can't squat in the orphanage every day, but there are too many young people," Tom shrugged, and after almost shaking Nelson off, he carried Nelson's arm back. "So with a dozen butterbeers For the price, I asked Dumbledore to help me solve this trouble."

"How did he solve it?" Nelson was curious.

"God knows," Tom shook his head. "Don't look at Dumbledore doing nothing on weekdays. In fact, the way is wild and the methods are extraordinary."

"Maybe he went directly to the Muggle Prime Minister." Nelson was convinced, "Muggles and the world of wizards are actually closely related. The flamboyant International Wizards League was established when the Confidentiality Act was revised."

"I also saw the news in the Daily Prophet," Tom recalled for a moment, and said, "Several oriental wizards held banners at the convention, which said they strongly urge someone to be the chairman. The strange thing is that I didn't See the representative of the Ministry of Magic."

"Strictly speaking, this is not an organization jointly established by the Ministry of Magic. The attendees should be the chief of Wizengamore," Nelson narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of which, the general election of Wizengamore is about to begin. I Still waiting for a good show."

"Speaking of a good show, someone in France recently made a...what's it called? Movie, yes, movie," Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and turned to look at Nelson, "Do you want to see it?"

"You still know the movie?"

"Am I a savage?" Tom said with a smirk, "I first saw it from "The Devil". She went to the tailor shop opened by Martha a few months ago and she told me that someone gave it away. She got a ticket to the theater and asked if I could take her to France by magic. Do you want to know what this movie is about?"

"what?"

Nelson had a somewhat vague premonition. He hadn't read this magazine for a long time because of his busy schedule, and he didn't know what Penguin could do.

"Ahem," Tom cleared his throat, and said in a tone as if he were reading a newspaper, "Behind the battlefield of the European War, there is a small town called purgatory on earth, and the cruel Germans captured the prisoners they captured on the battlefield. The persecuted persons arrested from the occupied territories are being held together, conducting various brutal and inhuman experiments..."

Nelson's eyebrows were raised higher and higher, and he was about to leap over his forehead for a long time before Tom made a leap to death.

"The captives did not give up their hope of life, but every time the sun rose, the German soldiers who walked into the cell with the roster brought them greater despair again and again, until this proving ground ushered in its new leader-Mystery The n, a moody, fond of hunting games, tired of killing in war—"

"Hold it off, who wrote the advertisement, why is it so disgusting?" Nelson raised his hand with hard-to-recover strength, and held his forehead.

"I don't know about that," Tom said with a smile, "Anyway, "The Devil" is calling on wizards to experience Muggle entertainment."

"Damn, I should throw him to the North Pole." Nelson thought about the place where the penguins were distributed, but sadly discovered that for people like penguins, the North Pole may become a happy place only like the South Pole.

"Do you think about where you are going after graduation?" Tom suddenly asked, "I suddenly realized a serious problem. Professor Bins may be better than you. Minerva has just taken office as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You can’t compete with me for the position of, are you going to teach the magical animal research class? That scene is too funny.”

"Isn't it the final exam for this semester that I need to worry about?" Nelson made a joke and replied seriously before Tom was angry. Time, I am more curious about some things there."

"You might as well move that door over," Tom pouted and made a pertinent suggestion, "As your research results, you can definitely suppress those idiots."

"I thought you would move that door away." Nelson said in surprise.

"For mediocre people, even if the treasure is placed in front of them, they can only see that it is a door. I have already obtained something more precious," Tom said eagerly. "We can find a chance to bring Grindelwald Killed."

Nelson didn't quite understand Tom's obsession with killing Grindelwald.

"So confident?"

"Of course, today I am very different from yesterday."

After a long journey, the whiteness of the fish gradually appeared on the side of the day, and the two adult wizards finally came to the hidden teleportation array, stepped forward, and returned to Britain on the other side of the strait.

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After returning to Hogwarts from Krakow, the optimization of the time converter is only a process of constant trial and error, and there is no clear news about the instigator of the eight-eyed giant spider who is a little urgent. The dark thread laid early also entered the prelude to the outbreak, which instead gave Nelson a rare leisure time, and the most important thing turned out to be the next final exam.

Although for him, the so-called review is just to go over the knowledge that has long been familiar to him, but if it is really like Tom said, if you get a funny result on the test, you will be laughed at for a holiday, so Nelson will also enjoy it. When I was living on campus, I turned the book occasionally.

On this day, he got up early in the morning, and when most of his classmates were still dreaming, he went to the magic history classroom.

"You haven't been here for a long time, Nelson, the missing knowledge may take many days to make up."

Professor Bins floated out of the blackboard with his hands on his back, stared at Nelson's face for a long time, and sighed, "How come you are so weak? It's completely different from the previous you."

"This is just some necessary price, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Nelson spread his hands, "Professor, contrary to what you said, I am so relaxed that I am now enough to accept the next make-up lesson."

"Abandoning some things appropriately is good for us. I understand this." Professor Bins didn't have much small talk, and the silver blackboard began to appear on the blackboard. "Today we will take a look at the arrogant Ma How did you die of arrogance, I hope this history can teach us to be cautious."

"Ah..." Nelson covered his mouth and yawned.

"...Just when he thought everything was ready, the fiercest conflict finally broke out from the men he had forcibly gathered together."

Nelson shook his head. He just yawned. How come the arrogant Mar has jumped over the arrogance and started to die of arrogance?

He hurriedly sat down, clenched the quill pen and looked at the notebook, absorbing the warnings from history like a sponge.

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