My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Before the opening ceremony, Nelson came to Slytherin's long table and sat down early. Compared with when he first arrived at Hogwarts, it was hard for him to be excited for this kind of ceremonial celebration. Instead, it was like life. The habit of this day is nothing unusual, but it is absolutely impossible not to have this day.

To him, today is very important every year. Even when he was studying in Ifamuni, Nelson would sit on the roof of the hut on the day of the beginning of each year, looking at the direction of Hogwarts to the east, the sorting hat The shouts of "Gryffindor!", "Ravenclaw!", "Slytherin!" and "Hufflepuff!" seemed to come to his ears across the ocean.

This year, he finally could really use his ears to hear these words that could affect the little wizard's life.

It seemed that he was not in high spirits, and Alphad did not bother him. As for Tom, he was maintaining order in the distance as the prefect. Nelson was able to find a moment of peace in the noisy hybrid music created by many students.

He looked at the long table of faculty and staff on the high platform. The central high-back chair was replaced with a luxurious purple velvet cover. He was a little curious, will there be a principal at this year's opening ceremony? According to André, the state of Principal Armando is not good.

Nelson was thirsty, and whispered to the empty table, "Orange juice."

A glass of attractive orange juice appeared out of thin air, and a string of writing appeared on the tablecloth-"Drink less, the deliciousness is still to come."

The handwriting disappeared quickly. They looked familiar, but they were not recognizable. They seemed to be written by a house elf. Nelson shook his head and took a sip of orange juice. He looked at the students around him and found them in the adjacent grid. In the center of the long table at Lanfindor, Christian, who was just recovering from a serious illness, was talking happily with his classmates next to him. The short and chubby Moody stared longingly at the long Slytherin table at the edge. The back of Tom wandering by, if you say to him, "You will be killed by Tom without a nose", he will definitely not believe it at this moment. At the end of the long Gryffindor table, a tall boy is full Sitting with a serious face and pressing the chair under his hips to the ground, Ruber Hagrid's face was still as immature as Nelson had when he first saw him, but his height has moved a lot, and it is obvious that this is already It’s not the height of a normal person anymore.

Thinking of having not seen Hagrid for a long time, Nelson felt a little guilty. He who was in the restaurant in Diagon Alley also promised Minerva and Filius to take care of Hagrid at school, but he left as soon as he turned his head. Hogwarts was over. He picked up the orange juice and took another sip. This glass of orange juice seemed to be freshly squeezed from the whole orange, with a hint of bitterness of the pit and the astringency of the orange peel. He put the glass down and prepared for the beginning of school. Talk to Hagrid.

At this moment, Tom had already walked around to the side near the long Gryffindor table. He looked at Hagrid with a serious face not far away, smiled and nodded, Hagrid also returned his big smile, Tom. Only then did he continue to focus on Slytherin, these little guys with so much energy and loud voices.

"Do Tom and Hagrid know each other well?" Nelson asked Alphad beside him.

"Ah? What?" Alphad turned his head. "Hagrid? Is that the big guy in Gryffindor?"

"Yes."

"It was quite familiar," Alphad recalled. "Sometimes I can see Tom let people take Hagrid to buy things in Hogsmeade, and sometimes I go there by myself. What's wrong?"

"Ah... that's good." Nelson nodded and said, "I promised Minerva to take care of him."

"Minerva McGonagall?" Alphad was well informed. "She will be able to take care of him soon. My father said that the Hogwarts Board of Trustees interviewed several new professors this year. Leva McGonagall is in it."

"She's really here?" Nelson exclaimed. "How young."

"I just don't know when I will come. Hogwarts' current professor of Transfiguration is Dumbledore... But this year's teaching is expected to be a little looser. After all, everyone's attention may not be in the classroom."

Hearing his words, Nelson understood that even if the Basilisk incident did not happen, Dumbledore would soon become the new principal.

His eyes began to wander in the auditorium again. The arrogant Malfoy sitting diagonally across from him, whose genetics are as powerful as the Weasleys, can be seen at a glance; Ravenclaw's in the distance At the long table, Dwight begged his grandpa to tell his grandmother that Quidditch players could take him to a game at the beginning of school. Another female leader was sulking while maintaining order. Myrtle sat in the same way as Hagrid. In terms of position, lying on the table, I don’t know what I’m thinking about. Is she talking to the classmates on both sides? Compared to when she first entered school, she has changed a lot; as for the farthest Hufflepuff, their The atmosphere is the best at Hogwarts at all times. It is neither noisy nor deserted. A table of people is crowded together like a big family.

Nelson looked back, and he noticed that Dumbledore had stepped onto the podium.

As Britain's hottest wizard, as soon as Dumbledore appeared, the noisy auditorium quieted down. These second to seventh grade students realized that this year's opening ceremony was about to begin.

The prefects who maintained order also quickly took their seats. Tom quickly walked to Nelson, sat on the empty seat left, looked at the podium playfully, and laughed, "Did Dumbledore finally seek the power to usurp the throne?"

"Dear classmates," Dumbledore’s appearance was very different from Principal Armando. He walked to the high-back chair covered with a purple velvet chair cover, did not sit down, just picked up the one at hand. The silver spoon tapped lightly on the silver candlestick on the table.

The crisp percussion reverberated in the auditorium, and the last murmur quickly disappeared.

"Dear classmates," Dumbledore’s voice did not have the sense of distance that Armando did. He said briskly, "I will preside over this year’s school opening ceremony. Invite everyone's favorite teachers."

The front door of the auditorium opened. Headed by Professor Slughorn, the familiar professors walked towards the faculty seats in two rows. When a dean came to power, the corresponding college’s long table would inevitably explode. There was a burst of violent applause, one after another, as if they were competing.

Nelson noticed that even Professor Bins, who had never left the office or classroom, floated up in the team. It seems that the specifications of this ceremony are not small, and Professor Bins may be considering including it in a certain history book.

"It seems that Gryffindor can't applaud anymore," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and smiled after all the professors were seated. "It's a bit embarrassing."

There was silence in the auditorium for a while, and then, there was applause from the long table of Gryffindor, as if to overturn the roof, especially when Hagrid patted hard, both big hands were red. Up.

Soon, applause came from the other three long tables, and the Hogwarts students gave Dumbledore an unanimous applause.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Professor Slughorn and raised a hand. The applause in the auditorium soon subsided. Nelson was a little confused. All the professors were sitting on the platform. Then who would preside over the sorting ceremony? ?

His question was quickly answered.

"Classmates, although I know everyone is hungry, I still have to nag," Dumbledore still did not sit down, he stood in the middle of the long table and said, "For some reason, we love it. The principal, Professor Armando Dupete, will not be able to accompany us through the new semester this year, but don’t worry. Our four deans and every teacher in the school can guarantee that everyone’s study and life are not at all It will not be affected. I think everyone has become accustomed to this state in the past two years, and we are actually not bad."

The auditorium was quieter than before.

"In view of some special circumstances, this year Hogwarts must elect a principal to handle certain activities," Professor Slughorn said. "The board of directors and professors unanimously elected Dumbledore to become Hogwarts. The acting principal of Gwartz this semester, as for the following things... Professor Dipeter needs to handle those things."

"Don’t blame Professor Dippet. The things that only he can do are very important-not only for himself, but for everyone." Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Before he left, he took Hogg All the operating authority of Woz is handed over to me, so I can repeat it again. You don’t have to worry about how your study and life will be affected at all."

After all, before the students could react, he clapped his hands and said, “Because the principal’s affairs are a bit busy, the school board specially hired a new transfiguration professor for everyone. Don’t worry, she’s the best I’ve ever seen. Excellent graduates, the level of transfiguration is also very good. Today, your new professor will preside over the branching ceremony for the first-year freshmen."

After that, he clapped his hands, the main entrance of the auditorium opened with a "bang", and the outside wind blew in. A row of quail-like freshmen in school uniform robes were photographed in two rows, followed by a little man. Behind the witch, she squeezed into the auditorium.

"Minerva." Nelson looked at the tightly scalped bun on McGonagall's head and laughed.

"Hey," Alphad pointed to the new student behind McGonagall, "None of these guys can walk anymore."

"Indeed," Tom took a sip of the orange juice he didn't know where he had touched, and said in a low voice, "It feels like their robes were stolen."

"You were not as good as them when you were in first grade." Nelson laughed. "Alphad, although you can walk, I remember you tied your legs and Tom—"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong!" Tom waved his hand and took another sip.

"I mean, that's my orange juice." Nelson's eyes widened.

"I'll just say why it's so bad," Tom curled his lips, and an unknown Slytherin handed him ice water. "Only you can drink such bitter orange juice."

"..." Nelson spread his hands and looked back on the team. McGonagall saw McGonagall locked himself in less than a tenth of a second after making eye contact with Dumbledore. Looking awkwardly, McGonagall gave Nelson a fierce look, and brought the little wizards behind him onto the podium.

She took out a triangular stool and a torn hat that everyone was familiar with from the other door on the side. After placing the hat on the triangular stool, she stepped aside.

Under the look of expectant and fearful eyes of the little wizards, this tattered hat that hadn’t been washed for a long time opened his mouth again and began to sing. For everyone who saw this scene for the first time, this is no doubt. It's all shocking.

I saw the sorting hat put on a widowed expression, hummed an untuned prelude, and began to sing loudly:

...

I am a thinking magic hat!

Boys,

I am totally worthy of your love and support,

I will according to what you think,

Decide where you will report!

Gryffindor,

Those who are brave and fearless go that best,

Overcome all obstacles, open the way,

In the face of darkness, courage is most important!

Slytherin,

Noble and shrewd, go report,

Keep a low profile, hibernate and endure,

At the end of the laugh, victory is the best!

Ravenclaw,

Talk to the smart people,

After reading a wide range of books, you can finally hear it,

Only with wisdom can we grasp the mystery!

Hufflepuff,

Sincere and hardworking people came into her arms,

Treat people with kindness, without class and education,

Good conduct is the most worthy of relying on!

When the Big Four were leaving,

Let me take care of the castle,

But I’m just a magic hat,

I am not a strong armor,

Not even a padded jacket,

How can I be so important?

But i understand now

You, the students of the Big Four are the most important!

Inherit the magic, inherit the legacy,

The enemies of the Big Four are ready to move,

Protect yourself and defeat evil,

Make Hogwarts proud of you!

...

"Forcibly rhyming is the most terrifying," Nelson scratched his head~www.readwn.com~Does it really know what it's talking about? There are no classes and teachings, is this something that people can say? It sounds like a student preparing for archaeological generation of magic texts only memorized two magic texts, and then wrote them over and over on the paper. "

"The Sorting Hat is not a human..."

"Maybe the Big Four designed it in this way. When it was divided, it should rhyme. Maybe it can write a good song at the beginning, but the inspiration will always dry up after hundreds of years," Tom said, "but it has been talking for the past two years. What enemy of the Big Four, I haven't seen any shadow so far. I feel that as a student who wants to blow up Hogwarts, Alphad is the biggest enemy of the Big Four.

"Nonsense, I never thought about blowing up Hogwarts... By the way, since Nelson is back, we can play that again." Alphad said suddenly.

"That?" Tom thought for a while, and he realized, "Oh~ I think it can. How about two dozen Butterbeers."

"Which? What are you talking about?"

"Prophet, come and guess, which college will this kid who will be on stage be assigned to?"

"I really don't know." Nelson really didn't know where these new students who didn't know their names would be assigned, and waved his hands. At this time, it was the first student named Ellie Allen, he said casually. Gryffindor, right?"

"Gryffindor!"

Tom raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers at Alphad.

"Hakim Olajuwon!" McGonagall shouted loudly on the stage.

"Say fast!" Alphad urged.

"What?" Nelson said in a daze, "Houston Rockets?"

"what??"

"I mean, Hufflepuff."

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