My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

I'm not a person who likes to fight.

I am a reclusive person. I have no parents, no support, and I was adopted by my "mother" when I was a child. Although she was indifferent to me, she even often condone those arrogant guys under her to "purify" me and abuse me, Same attitude to the other siblings in the cage.

But I still thank her.

Because she didn't beat me herself, she didn't beat me on the back with those blood-stained and dirty leather whips, she stripped me of the human shell, and turned me from an alien that was spurned by everyone into a A monster feared by everyone, but...that's not bad, isn't it? At least I don't have to embrace death prematurely like my brothers and sisters, and despite the pain, I'm still alive and have the ability to share the pain with others.

She told me that pain is the greatest reward for a sinner like me; she also told me that all people in the world are sinful.

I didn't believe it until that day. Oh yeah, Nelson, maybe I'm gone when you read this letter, but do you believe it? I would fall in love with a snake that came out of a circus.

I don't know exactly why. Is it because she is unable to protect herself but is still willing to protect the dying me? Is it because she, like me, is a monster that doesn't belong to wizards, or humans, or even people? Is it because of the eyes that were the same as mine hidden in the pair of snake pupils that I saw on the streets of Paris that day?

Maybe both, maybe not.

I became a person living in a struggle.

I deceived you, from the beginning, I knew who the silent one was hiding around my residence, only I would cringe like that, only I would look forward and backward like that, only I would miss everything like that.

I don't know how you know how to cure her, maybe you've tried it thousands of times in the time prison you built yourself, I don't know how much I paid for it, I Just like a despicable thief who suddenly waited for the dreamed Nagini on a dark day, enjoying her gratitude and love for me unscrupulously, I clearly knew that the one who saved her life was not me, I was crushed by this heavy love on my chest, and it was hard to breathe. It was obviously the person I missed for a thousand days and nights, and I knew she didn't belong to me, at least not to me now, nor to me either. Know what kind of state of mind I am enjoying this treasure that does not belong to me.

Until you told me about the hopeful turnaround, I was finally able to get out of my guilt and I finally had a chance to do something for Nagini. do you know? I was ecstatic. When I heard the news, I finally understood that love can save us from each other.

Thank you, that sentence changed me more than Gellert Grindelwald told me Aurelius Dumbledore's real name. I am no longer a person born with sin, no longer a monster born for revenge, no longer a self-inflicted soul, these are all told to me, I have lost the lightness that floats in the clouds , as if I have lived on a gentle earth from the very beginning, my life can finally not be bound by silk threads like a kite, I can connect with the people I love, I feel that I can finally walk away from the identity of aliens or monsters come out.

The funny thing is that at times like this, I've become greedy, I want to spend more time with Nagini, I don't want to give her to my future me, even though I can always feel his thoughts around me But dare not show the emotions.

Instead, I hope your magic can be perfected later, I am still afraid, afraid that I will never come back like this, I am not greedy for life, I am just greedy for her.

I've been having some weird dreams these days, sometimes without you, Nagini turned into a snake, and I went into an inevitable collapse, I found Tom and gave my power to me He, wants to be his eyes, watching Nagini go; sometimes... Forget it, it's just some boring imagination, although I wrote such a big book, I still hope your magic can be perfected sooner , I don't want to let Nagini live in an uncertain crisis anymore.

If we succeed, all this will not be tangled, but if I fail...I will try my best to send this letter to you, don't blame yourself for it, my life as a silent one is coming to an end, I just want to implore you one more time, don't give up on her, Nagini has a future.

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"What are you writing? Clay?"

Nagini walked out of the hotel bathroom, wearing a black bathrobe, and wrapped her arms around Credence's waist from behind. Her chest was tightly pressed against Credence's back. You can feel the powerful beating of the heart, which is warm and vigorous, different from those of cold-blooded animals.

Credence froze, covering the letter with one hand and covering the back of Nagini's cold hand with the other, rubbing it gently, trying to warm her up with his own warmth.

"You're still the same as before, walking without a sound at all."

"Scared you? Did it bother you to write letters to other girls?" Nagini hugged tighter, resting her chin on Credence's shoulder, looking curiously at the one on the table. Stationery, but only saw dazzling rows of forms filled with time points. She gave up watching, narrowed her eyes, and said lazily, "After all, I'm a snake."

Credence's body tensed, and he tightened his grip on Nagini's hand, and said a little out of control, "You are human!"

"Okay," Nagini was in pain, but didn't shake Credence's hand, just rubbed his cheek on his shoulder, "Yeah..."

In the early morning of Paris, the two were tired of sitting in front of the window for a while, and then they separated from each other like old couples for many years. Nagini helped Credence fold the letter on the table and put it in a silver clip. He asked curiously, "What are you recording? That magic that Nelson taught you?"

"Yes," Credence nodded. The black magic power poured out from the whole body. The exposed magic power quickly became clear, and was quickly contaminated and assimilated by the silent and powerful power, and the process was repeated continuously. " This is an amazing magic, according to Nelson, it was invented by a doctor named Sykes, do you know what position the doctor represents in the British wizards?"

"You may have heard wrong, they know a Sykes, but that's a Ravenclaw professor." Nagini recalled for a moment and shook his head, "I've seen her, she's a very knowledgeable professor. Gentle lady, who helped me get rid of the cold in winter, so that I would not fall into a coma in the forbidden forest in the state of beasts."

"Is that so?" Credence, dressed in decent Muggle clothes, picked up a decorative cane like a gentleman, and swung it around in the air, but he still hadn't learned how to pull the stick that Nelson had practiced for a long time. Jianhua Shen Yun, he used a cane to pick up a newspaper hanging at the door, looked at the British exhibitors with many marks on it, and added another one.

"What are you remembering?" Nagini glanced at the newspaper hanging on the door, raised her eyebrows, pointed to the name of one of the merchants, and said happily, "Oh, I recognize this store, Tom I used to like to go there to buy shampoo, I remember their family name should be Potter, right?"

"I want you to give you a present, Nagini," Credence said, wrapping her arms around her, taking the cape off the coat rack and carefully draping it over her back, "it's just that thing. The owner should not want to sell his treasure, so I can only wait for him here and find a chance to chat with him..."

"No, Clay," Nagini said with a smile, turning around, grabbing Credence's collar, helping him fasten the top decorative button tightly, "I think I Received the best gift in the world."

"That's different."

"You are such a stubborn man."

Credence, who was neatly dressed and ready to go out, finally looked out the window. The streets of Paris were still full of traffic as usual. The loud shouts of Muggle traders were heard through the window from time to time. At the end of the street, a car of style The chic carriage was pulling the heavy wooden box towards the direction of the Pitia sculpture. Credence looked at the family crest hanging on the carriage and compared it with the trademark printed on the newspaper. After confirming it, he pulled Nagini left the hostel.

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"Tom, it's no use looking at it now, they won't open in a few days."

Nelson was walking on the hidden and newly built Wanbo Park Street, carrying a slender silver stick in his hand, beating on the ground from time to time, patrolling the hot construction site like a supervisor.

Tom followed leisurely behind him, taking a camera in his hand that he had just asked Nelson to conjure him, shooting around the buildings along the street.

His footsteps stopped in front of a tall building complex. Unlike other countries who choose to express themselves with overall buildings, the oriental sorcerer built pavilions and pavilions linked to each other on the clouds hovering in the air. From the schematic diagram, after the opening of the clubhouse, visitors can climb the steps along the clouds extending to the ground and walk through gardens with different but unified styles. When they climb to the clouds, the magnificent hall will let visitors Feel the ancient civilization from the mysterious East in an all-round way.

"How does this structure work?"

"I don't believe Egyptian wizards lived in pyramids, isn't this a mausoleum?"

"Why are American wizards Americana? Shouldn't they be separate from the native wizards there?"

"Didn't it say that Ugandan wizards live in thatched huts? Why do they also have masonry?"

"Why didn't I see the French Pavilion? Where did they go?"

Along the way, Tom asked questions like a curious baby, and Nelson took the trouble, but he could only introduce everything here like a competent tour guide.

"Okay, one last question," Tom asked, raising a finger at Nelson, who was on the verge of collapse, before approaching the dark tower, "why do you know so much, if I remember correctly, you should have been Right at school."

"Maybe this is genius, using the time others spend drinking coffee to plan the park." Nelson shrugged, "Capitalists will cry when they hear it."

Tom smiled, looked at the "black tower" in front of him, and observed closely, and found that this was not a black tower similar to Nurmengard's style, but was exactly the same as the Muggle Expo Park in Paris, only from the outer steel frame. The main body of the building to the inner layer is made of black material, like a copy painting that has been forgotten to be painted.

After experiencing the baptism of all kinds of strange buildings in the past, Tom's tolerance threshold for architectural aesthetics has also been unprecedentedly improved. At this time, when he saw the ordinary buildings in front of him, not only did he not feel shocked, he even wanted to laugh a little. Just put this at the finale?" Written on his face.

Nelson saw his disdain, smiled slightly, and didn't say much. He took the lead and walked towards the "Black Tower". Right in front of the tower, Nelson turned around and tilted his head at Tom, "Look again. ."

Tom raised his head reluctantly and looked at the ugly building in front of him. He saw that the sky behind it suddenly became a little unreal from the angle of his observation. Those clouds seemed to be painted on an overly uniform canvas. spirituality.

Tom rubbed his eyes, took a step back, changed his angle, and the sense of incongruity quickly disappeared.

"interesting."

He stepped forward again and returned to the original position. In the comparison between the two before and after, the sky behind the "Black Tower" completely lost its reality. Tom realized that this seemed to be a disguised spell, which would put the Muggle behind him. The spell that separates the world from the hidden.

He narrowed his eyes, black smoke billowing in his pupils, and under these eyes, which were enough to see through the trajectory of any spell of the opponent, no camouflage could hide, let alone this spell cast only by Muggles. .

In Tom's eyes, the sky behind the "Black Tower" gradually became thinner, and even quickly became transparent, and Paris, which was hidden by the sky, slowly appeared in front of him.

What they were facing was the colorful museum built by Muggles in Paris. Behind it was a dark building with the same shape as if it were a shadow.

Seeing the playfulness in Tom's eyes, Nelson grabbed his arm and pulled it inward. In the deepest part of the hall on the first floor, a tall stage for displaying merchandise was slowly being built. Nelson and Tom jumped onto the stage, and the surrounding The wizard did not stop them, but gave way.

"Thank you." Nelson nodded to the wizard who built the curtain, and took Tom to the center of the stage. In the center of the background, there was a doorknob without a door stuck to the wall alone. Nelson held the doorknob, and the wand became The shape of the key fits in perfectly.

"Crack."

A distinct but faint sound.

Nelson twisted the handle hard, and a door that didn't exist opened. On the opposite side of the door, several men in uniform were directing the laborers to complete the final arrangement.

They suddenly noticed the door that suddenly appeared on the wall of the hall, and the two young people on the opposite side of the door who were poking their heads~www.readwn.com~What are you doing here? ! "One of the men pointed at Nelson and charged with a baton, Nelson smiled at him and closed the door.

"boom!"

The man slammed hard against the wall.

He got up from the ground with his eyes full of gold stars, and as soon as he got up, he rushed to the clean wall, and kept groping on it.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Where's the door? Did you see the door that just opened here?"

"Sir, this is a wall, and the door can't be opened on the load-bearing wall." Another man holding the blueprint came over and said to several witnesses with a blank face, "Please move the place, we are going to set up the stage already."

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