My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "First-year freshmen, please come here and come with me!" a short man shouted at the end of the station, holding a wand high in his hand, and the tip of the wand was glowing.

A group of little wizards shoved and shoved from the train and squeezed out of the train. Nelson, Tom and Alphad wore neat wizard robes and followed the crowd leisurely. They listened to the advice of their senior Walburga and changed early. After removing the clothes, he won’t panic when the train broadcast sounds "Five minutes to reach Hogwarts." Behind them, a little girl crawled out of the carriage timidly.

　　 When all the first-year students gathered in front of the man, he pointed his wand to his neck: "The voice is loud!"

Sure enough, a loud voice came, "I am the key keeper of Hogwarts, Ogg. The first-year students are following me, must follow me, don’t get lost!" After he said, he held his luminous wand aloft. Go down a steep path.

　　 I don’t know how long I have been away, I have been down a **** for an unknown length of time, and have turned an unknown number of turns. When most people were panting, Ogg’s voice came again: "We are here!"

　　 Nelson looked up:

The large black lake traverses the left and right sides of the field of view. In a quiet evening, there is no ripple on the lake. It seems calmly not the surface of the water, but a bottomless pothole. Between the two steep peaks behind the lake, there is a magnificent one. The castle is built on the hillside, facing the cliffs on both sides. The castle looks very old but not dilapidated. The stretch of walls connects towers taller than the mountain peaks. Among these towers, many turrets are built in a patchwork pattern.

　　 The inside of the castle is brightly lit, and the aliens of the castle are brilliant. The long and narrow stained glass is shining under the baptism of the lights and stars of the castle.

　　 "Come on the boat in groups of four!" Ogg pointed to a row of small wooden boats tied to a small pier by the Black Lake.

　　 Alphad looked a little urgent, "Let’s hurry up, there will be no ships when it’s late!"

"No," Tom shook his head slightly. The strange environment and strange society of Diagon Alley made him nervous before. When he came to Hogwarts, he knew that he had returned to the place he knew most—among a group of children. Wherever he can become their leader, or a person they fear, this makes him feel like a fish in water and gradually relax. "The school must have prepared a boat for us according to the number of new students. There is no difference between the first one and the last one. We Go late, it won’t be crowded, and the people in front of the middle will not get upset with the boat and separate us.”

　　 "Oh!" Alphad said that he had a long experience.

　　 The three people lined up slowly, talking and laughing, and the line quickly reached the end.

　　 "Are the three of you left?" Ogg asked, "No, there is one more." He pointed behind the three and shouted, "Run faster! Just wait for you!"

　　 The Nelson trio looked back in surprise, what a stealth ability this is! The three of them have never found anyone behind them.

I saw a long-haired little girl slowly running to the lake. She had long golden brown hair and a pair of glasses that covered half of her face. She had fair skin, a little baby fat, and her face was dotted. A few tiny freckles. It was the girl Nelson nearly stepped on at the Lihen Bookstore.

　　 Ogg grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the boat. She struggled desperately, but it didn't seem to be of any use. Before the four of them got on the boat, the boat left.

　　 "Hey, what's your name?" Tom looked at the girl shrinking on the side of the ship, and asked her angrily and funny.

"My name is Mettle, Mettle Warren." She replied in a low voice. She was able to communicate normally with people, her pronunciation was standard, and her words were discreet. This contradicted Tom's speculation. He thought that Mettle and West City The most common kind of children in the orphanage are abandoned and unadopted because of certain disabilities. After all, her behavior was too strange just now. Now it seems that she is just afraid of Nelson.

　　 "Nal, what did you do to her?" Tom whispered to Nelson sideways.

　　 "I don't know, I only met her at Lihen Bookstore and almost tripped over her, but I also apologized." Nelson swore.

　　 Seeing Mettle huddled in the corner alone, the Nelson and the three were not looking boring, and began to chat with each other. Soon, the wooden boat approached the castle. Looking up from the water near the castle, the fleet went to the waterway directly below the castle. From here, the castle is more magnificent than the distance. It seems to be suspended above the heads of everyone, so huge that it is difficult to look directly at. .

　　 finally got off the boat slowly, it seems that someone pushed in front and caused it to fall into the water.

　　 The first-year freshmen who lined up again climbed a stone ladder and gathered in front of the huge oak gate of the castle not long after.

　　 "Everyone is here, right." Ogg counted the number of people, and raised his hand with thick joints and slowly knocked on the door.

　　 "咚—咚—咚—"

　　 The vigorous knock on the door repeatedly refracted on the cliffs on both sides of the castle, echoing far away. Under the washing of this long echo, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

"Squeak—" The door opened, and inside the door stood a tall, handsome teacher, with his well-groomed auburn hair and beard, and it was Albus Dumbledore. "Thank you. Ogg. Let me take them in now."

　　 "Clean up!" He frowned, took out his wand and pointed at a little boy with waterweed on his head. He sneezed and looked at Dumbledore with grateful eyes.

He waved his hand and the heavy oak door was fully opened. Nelson saw a magnificent foyer that was almost squeezed into the next house. They climbed up the stairs in the middle of the foyer and came to the door of the banquet hall. This door is not as huge as the gate of the castle, but it has much more gorgeousness. The gold-rimmed door does not show the original material at all. It embossed the history of the four great wizards who founded Hogwarts, countless. The precious gems embellish it, although luxurious, but not vulgar. Dumbledore led the freshman into a small room hidden diagonally across the banquet hall.

"The distribution ceremony will begin in front of all the teachers and students in the school in a few minutes. I personally suggest that you can tidy up your appearance or dress yourself up. I have to say that the one who blushed at the Weasley family last year The young man is very creative." Dumbledore couldn't help reminding these little wizards who were disheveled because of the panic when getting off the train.

"In addition, before the sorting ceremony begins, I need to give you some advice on admission." Dumbledore's face became serious. "No matter what rumors you have heard about various colleges before, you must understand after admission. Each academy in Hogwarts has its own unique advantages and tendencies in cultivating talents. Any wizard in any academy may become the most outstanding wizard and wizard in the future... So please be sure to cherish yourself in Hogwarts The time you study here, you will soon become a true member of Hogwarts. At that time, you will learn, live, and grow here. All your time from the age of eleven to seventeen will be condensed into you at the end. The four-poster bed at Hogwarts...so cherish your opportunity to learn knowledge, cherish your friends, cherish everything you are here..."

　　 "Welcome to Hogwarts!"

　　 The little wizards in front of Dumbledore cheered, but they soon became noisy. They began to worry about the content of the sorting ceremony, but they didn't have time to intimidate themselves, because the sorting ceremony was about to begin.

　　 Under the leadership of Dumbledore, the freshmen re-passed the foyer and walked to the door of the banquet hall. Halfway down the road, Nelson glanced at the end of the corridor and found that someone had stopped the ghosts of Hogwarts, and they were watching this new year with a friendly look.

　　 Dumbledore opened the door of the banquet hall, and everyone filed in and walked into the auditorium.

　　As soon as he entered the door, Nelson's eyes flashed: senior students were sitting at four long tables, and the ceiling above them turned out to be a starry sky! Thousands of candles floated in mid-air, the whole auditorium was as bright as day, and the gold tableware on the table was shining. In front of the four long tables, there was another long, slightly shorter table. A dozen wizards and wizards with different looks were sitting there looking at them. In the center was a stern-faced white-haired old man, it was Hogg. Woz's current principal, Armando Dupete.

　　 Dumbledore led the freshman up to the high platform, facing the senior students, standing with his back to the teacher, lined up. He took out a four-corner stool and a pointed mage hat that looked like a rag from the cubicle next to him. As the new students were waiting for the follow-up development, the hat suddenly cracked.

　　 It splits a crack and sings like a human mouth opens:

　　...

　　 I used to be just an ordinary mage hat

　　 torn to pieces by the dragon and repaired by Hufflepuff

　　 She is a kind woman, good at sewing

　　 She advocates teaching without class, and opens her arms to all seekers

　　 Slytherin doesn’t think so

　　 He believes that the noble lineage is always more reliable

　　The middle process is not important

　　Important results are done

　　 Ravenclaw is cold, arrogant

　　 She thinks wisdom is better than everything

　　The wizard who can enter her door wall

　　 There is a lot of ingenuity

　　Gryffindor is a warrior

　　 He thinks the courageous wizard is the best

　　The people there treat dragons as lizards

　　 treat the lion as a kitten

　　 Until one day, the conflict intensified

　　 They broke up unhappily, with few words

　　 From the old Slytherin,

　　 They indoctrinated me

　　 let me find future generations to take the torch

　　Inherit the glory

　　Today's world is precarious

　　The Wizard of Hogwarts

Unite! Five fingers are squeezed into a fist!

　　 Tomorrow, it will finally come!

　　...

　　 The Sorting Hat sang a broken song with no beginning and no end, forcibly rhyming, and then he stayed on the stool and closed his eyes. Nelson didn't know what was faltering, after all, from his point of view, the wizarding world seemed to have only the villain of Voldemort a few decades later.

The classmates in the front row completed the division one after another. Seeing that they just need to put their hats on their heads, most of them took a sigh of relief. Facing the division, Nelson thought of Harry Potter's classic "Don't go to Slytherin", so I began to think, "Wait, is it better to go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw..."

　　 "Alphad Black!" Hearing the familiar name, Nelson looked up.

　　 "Slytherin!" Nelson lowered his head again. It was indeed the genes of the Black family, so strong.

　　 "Tom Riddle!" Hearing the familiar name, Nelson raised his head again.

　　 "Slytherin!" Nelson lowered his head again, worthy of being a descendant of Slytherin himself.

　　 After a Gryffindor boy named John Urban stepped down, Nelson stood up and finally it was the W surname.

　　 "Mettle Warren!" Nelson sat down again.

　　 "Ravenclaw!"

　　 "Nelson Williams!"

　　 Nelson stepped onto the stage, and finally it was his turn.