My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The first train of school leavers was empty, and although most of the students were at ease, they were still immersed in the happiness of being able to sleep late and get up late, after they had just been relieved from the tension at the end of the term.

There were only a few passengers on this morning train, but the steam gushing out from the front of the train was no different from pulling a train full of people.

In the special compartment for professors and prefects located at the front of the train, Nelson and his party were sitting on the sofa and baking their shoes. Although it was early summer, the coldness of the morning shrouded in the twilight was still uninspiring, not to mention that before they set off. There was also a light rain, although it would not block the peers, but it was enough to wet the corners of their clothes.

Alphard was paralyzed in the soft cushion like a slug. He was yawning all day long, sliding down the silky fabric of the sofa, and there was still some eye mucus left in the corners of his eyes, which made him look sleepy. It seemed like he was about to die.

Walburga sat beside him, holding back his desire to beat his brother.

"Walbuga, how's your NEWTs score?" Nelson, who had clearly read Walburga's thoughts and wanted to save Alphard's dog's life, put down the book in his hand, raised his head and asked, "I hope you don't next semester. Come back and continue to be my classmate."

"Why ask such an unlucky question so early in the morning."

Walburga puffed out his cheeks pretending to be angry, grabbed the menu beside him, smashed it into a ball, and threw it at Nelson. Nelson easily turned his head to dodge, and the ball of paper landed precisely in front of Professor Slughorn, who was dozing in front of him, who was already bald. on the forehead.

"Sorry, teach-"

"Shh." Nelson motioned for Worb to shut up. Professor Slughorn, who was devastated by the loss of the Academy Cup, had just poured himself a whole bottle of mead, and he was still unconscious. As long as he didn't disturb him, he was He won't feel someone hit him, "I heard from Tom, you did well in the test?"

Walburga covered his mouth, stared at Professor Slughorn's brightly undulating head, waited for a while, sighed in relief, released his hand, glanced at Tom, smiled and whispered, "It was Tom who told him Yours? Thanks for your notes, I did a lot better than I expected."

"Don't misinterpret what I mean," Tom, who was sitting opposite Nelson, revealed his face from above the newspaper, and said faintly, "I just said that the test center you drew seems to coincide with this year's test."

"You may have fewer questions at ordinary times," Nelson raised his eyebrows and said with a smile. "The NEWTs exam is easy to set up with pictures. Except for some exam questions that keep pace with the times, most of the exam syllabuses are conducted every seven years."

"Really?" Alphard, who was still limp like a slug just now, suddenly came to life, straightened up from his seat, looked at Nelson with a longing expression, blinked his eyes, and had to say, very disgusting, "I Is there any chance of getting a seven-year-old—"

"You don't have a chance, Alphard," Nelson shredded his fantasies mercilessly, "the questions for the OWLs and NEWTs exams were jointly developed by the Ministry of Magic and Wizengamore, after Professor Dumbledore became Wizengaard. As a teacher, he will definitely make some adjustments to the exam questions, after all, from the current point of view, many of the contents of the exam syllabus that did not know hundreds of years ago are outdated."

"Okay." Alphard blinked and turned back into the wriggling slug. The movement was so fast that one had to wonder if it was an illusion to see him wake up just now.

"I got an O in the study of magical creatures and divination, and the others are all A. I am very satisfied with the grades in the test." Walburga shook his hair, but his expression soon became lonely, "I just think of me next semester. It makes me sad not to be able to study with you at Hogwarts."

"You might as well be sad about your grades," Alphard smacked his lips, talking in his sleep, "with the help of the syllabus, you got this-"

Before he could finish his words, Walburga, who had endured for a long time, rushed up like a tiger going down the mountain. She strangled her brother's neck, pressed her wand against his temple, and covered his mouth with her other hand. Drag Alphard out of the car.

Seeing this scene, Tom and Nelson widened their eyes and looked at each other strangely.

"A student who died during his tenure was a stain on Dumbledore." Tom folded the newspaper. The first page continued to report on the dispute over the chairmanship of the International Confederation of Wizards after the reorganization of Wizengamore. The banner was given the opportunity to appear on the camera again, and there were many more oriental wizards who supported him. They stared at the camera implicitly, as if the readers outside did not vote for Mr. Liu, they would curse through the newspaper.

Nelson was stared a little hairy, and used the Levitation Charm to grab Tom's newspaper from the air, folded it up and stuffed it into the bag.

"Why are you still carrying this bag?" Tom curled his lips when he saw the white backpack on Nelson's side, "Do you need me to help you buy a new one?"

"This bag is pretty easy to use," Nelson said softly, patting the dust on the school bag, padding it behind his waist, "it can always remind me not to forget things, and every time I see it, I will doubt that I am Not being poisoned, it would make me more vigilant."

"Speaking of which, how's that Jokunda doing now?" Tom asked curiously. "I feel like she's given up her studies since Hogwarts, and the time I met her in Paris, her magic was pretty lame. Yes, but good at running away like a mouse, very street style."

"The magic of the Sykes is always coveted, especially when an underage wizard who dropped out of school holds the treasure. I have so many people in America and have been chasing her for a long time," Nelson shook his head. , "I believe she has completely changed her mind. I received a letter from Muggles in the United States, telling me that there is a witch who is interested in the way to make Muggles get magic. I think it should be her, she is now Stay in the Memorial Park in Second Salem and hope she becomes a less selfish person."

"You're really idle," Tom curled his lips. "Have you been addicted to hearing people call your dad to play impersonation games with such a little guy for so long?"

"I admit that the method used at that time was a bit despicable. At that time, the secret I restored for Sykes was a bit extreme. If I could do it all over again, I would rather choose a more brutal way of robbing," Nelson sighed, "Playing with people's souls The guilt and guilt brought about by emotions are still difficult for me to let go, and it is actually enough for her to pay a price equal to that of the Winged Demon."

"You're still too gentle, Nall," Tom said earnestly, frowning, "if I were you, she wouldn't have a future at all, you're a freak, who grew up in a place like the West City where snakes and rats are rampant. You can still think like a priest."

"Anyone of us?"

Nelson carefully stuffed the book on his lap into his bag, and continued: "Actually, the Sykes thing has not come to an end, I still have a lot of doubts, and coincidentally, a person who can answer them People are looking for me too."

"The guy who sells eggs?" Tom's eyes showed a trace of fear, "I still can't understand, how can he be a Muggle?"

"He may have been a Muggle, or perhaps the owner of the name was a Muggle," Nelson leaned on the sofa, closing his eyes in thought, "According to the investigation results sent by Johnny, the owner of this name belongs to Mrs. Sykes' family. Brother, she's a Muggle-born witch, and her brother should be a Muggle."

"That should be the pseudonym that didn't run away."

"No, the real situation may be just the opposite," Nelson's expression was a little solemn and a little suspicious, "After Aberforth brought me the letter, Johnny sent me a detailed investigation report. The Ministry found Mrs. Sykes' hometown, visited there, and found the surviving image of Mr. Ivey in the memories of several peers. It was indeed the one who handed the eight-eyed giant spider egg to Hagrid. people."

"But wasn't Dr. Sykes' brother-in-law used for his experiments?"

"But the experiment doesn't necessarily fail."

Nelson said in a deep voice that the shocking experimental records in the Home of Love appeared in front of him and Tom at the same time, and the temperature in the entire carriage even dropped because of this. Not far away, Professor Slughorn was drunk in his sleep. Feeling the change in temperature, I hugged myself tighter.

Soon, distress struck the two travelers, who fell asleep with Professor Slughorn.

…

"Mr. Williams? Is that you, Mr. Williams?"

Just as Nelson was standing at the entrance of the train station to buy a ticket, a surprised voice came from behind the two of them. Nelson felt that the voice was a little strange, and turned his head blankly. He saw a tall man in an elegant suit standing behind him. His broad shoulders block the sunlight like a mountain, there is an old scar under the corner of his left eye, and his face is full of surprise.

"I'm Williams, may I ask who you are..."

"I'm Jack, Mr. Williams." Although the man was dressed in a gentleman's attire, his stance and manners showed a resolute attitude from the military. Without waiting for Nelson to respond, he sent a big hug and put the Nelson, who knew what was going on, was breathless. After hugging, he stood in front of Nelson, and the tall man had tears in his eyes, "It's great that you're still alive... I don't know if you still remember. , I used to be an intern on the Icarus."

"Icarus? Intern?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, thinking of the young sailor who liked to ask questions. He still remembered the white sailor's hat and looked at the man in front of him. The young man who was as agile as a monkey on the cable was connected, he was silent for a moment, then said with a smile, "You have changed so much, I almost didn't recognize it."

"I've been floating at sea for so many years, and I'm not that cucumber egg back then, but you, Mr. Williams, you're still as eye-catching as you used to be," Jack scratched his head and grinned, "I'm sorry. , I lost my temper just now, and it was such a surprise to see you still alive."

"What? Is there any **** element in Gnar?" Tom, who had been standing beside him and been ignored, made a dissatisfied voice.

"This is Tom, I often mention him on the boat," Nelson put his hand on Tom's shoulder, and was infected with Jack's joy, he also laughed happily, turned to look at Tom again, and introduced, "This is That's what I told you, one of the three Jacks on the Icarus."

"It turned out to be you. I heard about you from Mrs. Cole. Thank you for everything you have done for the children of the West City Orphanage." Tom's attitude improved instantly after learning who was in front of him. , shook hands with Jack, felt the calluses on Jack's hand and the strength, and sighed, "You and Gnar describe it very differently."

"It's been a long time, sir. I went out to patrol today for the first time. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Williams. This must be a gift from God. Are you going to sit with me?"

…

"Served on a ship called the Blaney, she was terrific, but a beautiful ship."

"The reason I'm worried about Mr. Williams' accident is because after he got off the ship, Poland became an occupied area for German devils, and the British there were in a terrible situation," Jack poured heat for the two in the sheriff's office. Tea, rubbing his hands together, said, "When I was on the Icarus, I heard Mr. Williams tell a lot of interesting sea stories, and I felt that I couldn't be a sailor to death, just at the time when the Royal Fleet was recruiting. So I signed up for the army, drifted on the high seas for a long time, and fought with the fleet, and I missed a lot of badly lost battles thanks to the frequent breakdowns of the Blaney."

"You're lucky," exclaimed Nelson, who knew the cruelty of war.

"The closest I was to death was when I met the Polish fleet on the high seas. It was a year before the end of the war. We were ordered to lay mines there. At that time, I thought I was going to die, but who would have thought that the German army they were guarding The fleet actually sank them."

"Are you on that ship?" Nelson raised an eyebrow.

"what?"

"Nothing?" Nelson shook his head.

"I was then ordered to send the Army to log in, which was undoubtedly a suicidal mission given the lack of a port, but halfway through the war, the war was inexplicably won, and I survived," Jack said lightly of the years "The commander of the Blaney was actually a guy named Doug, but he hardly ever got on the ship. After the war, I suddenly didn't know what to do, and their family found me. , he needs military merit, I need money, we hit it off, you see, I'm doing well now, and I have a good job."

"You could have had both."

"Forget it, forget about these bad things," Jack clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Williams, many people are actually looking for you."

"What?? What did I do again?"

"You may not know that there is a novel popular in the French recently, and I heard that there was a film," said Jack enthusiastically, not noticing Nelson's increasingly strange expression. The scientific and technological officer with the same name concealed the German government and secretly released the prisoner. I remember you said on the ship that you were a nuclear physicist, but I didn’t expect to be so powerful, valued by the Germans, and under such strict supervision…”

Nelson couldn't hear what he was talking about. He just wanted to get out of England by boat as soon as possible. He couldn't stay in this place for a second. Tom, who was sitting next to him, held a glass and held back his smile. , spit out a sip of hot tea.

"What's the matter? Sir?"

"It's nothing," Tom pulled out a magazine. "I happen to have movie tickets. I don't know if you're interested."