My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You can always trust Gnar."

After the sorting ceremony, Tom raised his eyebrows triumphantly, got up and guided the freshmen who were in the line to a row of vacant seats reserved on the long table, leaving behind the unbelieving Alphad, froze in his seat, and muttered in his mouth. , "It shouldn't be, is it so accurate?"

"In fact, the character of the little wizard is very easy to judge. This kind of young children basically write everything on their faces. You see, the Gryffindors are suppressing excitement, the Slytherins are pretending to be calm, Lavin The Crows are weird, and Hufflepuff has a calm face, Alphad, you need to observe more," Nelson stretched out his hand helplessly, and explained, "The few kids I misunderstood are basically nothing. You’re very nervous, or you’re very nervous, you don’t see any personality."

"That's it," Alphad said, scratching his head, "What a hasty sorting ceremony."

"It's not so sloppy, it's better to save trouble. Putting together little wizards with similar personalities is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving management method," Nelson said. "Even with similar personalities, there will be many differences, not to mention personalities. It is not static, and a freshman who is assigned to Slytherin today will not necessarily become a qualified Slytherin."

"What is a qualified Slytherin?" Alphad smiled, "As if you know it."

"Of course I don't know, but if you are interested, I can send you to ask Slytherin himself," Nelson gave him a blank look and said, "If it were Slytherin, I would be very willing to give it a thousand years later. What is Slytherin?"

"Forget it," Alphad shrank his neck angrily. His voice was a bit loud. Some freshmen had already looked over here, and Walburga's hand fell on his back in time. "I'm afraid. Slytherin fired me directly."

"You know what you know," Walburga whispered with full force on his forearm. "It's a boring game."

"Tom did it too!" Alphad whispered, which made Walburga's face even more ugly.

"Didn't you take Tom to play this boring trick?" Walburga whispered. Seeing that the pain on Alphad's face had attracted the attention of the people next to her, she coughed slightly and sat upright like a lady. On the seat, "I'll go back and find you to settle the account."

Alphad was **** the surface, and sneaking up to Nelson's back, asked in a low voice, "What kind of gift do you think my sister would like? How about a map that records the secret passages in the castle?"

"I don't think Walburga would like this thing," Nelson said slowly, straightening his knife and fork. "After all, there is no lady who likes to crawl around the sewer in a skirt."

"Oh! Thank you!" Alphad suddenly realized, "A map that records the wide and dense roads that can be walked without bending over, isn't it?"

"If you have to understand that, I can't refute you." Nelson stopped talking because Dumbledore once again appeared in the center of the faculty table with the small silver spoon.

"Ding Ding—"

The crisp metal percussion reverberated in the auditorium. Excited freshmen took their seats and huddled together. The senior students heard the sound of Dumbledore tapping the candlestick, and they were quiet. Only the freshmen were chatting. Chatting with my new friends, while squeezing into the seats at the long table.

"Ding Ding Ding—"

The second knocking sounded a little faster. These little guys moved faster, but they still didn't give up chatting with the friends they just met. They seemed to have endless energy and endless words.

"Ding-ding-ding...ding-ding-ding..."

Dumbledore raised the silver spoon again and struck the rhythm of Ode to Joy on the candlestick. Everyone's hearing was attracted by the cheerful singing, and he forgot to speak, and looked at the podium in unison.

"Sure enough, music is the most precious treasure of mankind," Dumbledore blinked and opened his arms with a smile. "It seems that everyone welcomes the new members of Hogwarts, but now, as Huo A member of Gwartz, I hope you can welcome yourself."

"??"

Most of the freshmen did not react to what Dumbledore said. Everyone was filled with question marks, and there was an embarrassing silence in the auditorium until McGonagall, who was sitting next to Professor Slughorn, covered his mouth. Chuckled lightly.

Everyone then realized that Dumbledore seemed to tell a cold joke just now, so sparse laughter appeared around the auditorium and gradually became louder.

Nelson laughed, not because of Dumbledore’s jokes, but because of McGonagall’s familiar smile. Anyone who knows her knows that it’s a polite smile. It’s because McGonagall doesn’t know what to do. The way you choose to respond when you make any expressions.

"Ahem, let’s get back to business," Dumbledore said when the students were almost laughing. Every dormitory, please read carefully and follow it firmly."

The atmosphere in the auditorium loosened a little.

"Of course, I know that some people's creed is'Never obey any rules.'" Dumbledore raised his wand, and four-colored hourglass shadows appeared behind him. Each hourglass contained a varying number. Pure color gem, "But if you deduct too many points for your academy, that would not be great. It is worth mentioning that violating certain school regulations this year is not just a minor consequence such as deductions or confinement."

Dumbledore suddenly sold off until a red-haired student at Gryffindor’s long table asked aloud, "Why? Should students who violate the school rules be expelled?"

This should be a relative of the Weasley family, but he is not in the same grade as Nelson, and he doesn't know him either.

"Good question." Dumbledore nodded, standing at the table and said, "Our school has not suddenly become so harsh after a summer vacation. This is just a warm reminder from the professors. This year's school may There will be something different. Touching at will or stepping into areas that should not be entered will bring you dangers, and these dangers are basically impossible to solve by underage wizards. After all, there is a big event in Hogwarts this year. ——"

Dumbledore was so successful in selling it, almost everyone held their breath, looking forward to what he would say next.

"In this semester, an event with a long history will be held at Hogwarts, and that is—" Dumbledore raised his wand, and a huge cup-shaped light emerged above his head. He paused. Say in a low, magnetic voice:

"The Triwizard Tournament——"

"..."

("You are joking!")

Nelson looked around and found that no one was speaking. It turned out that he had heard hallucinations. He turned his head and looked at Alphad, who was also indifferent.

"What is that?" The first words Nelson heard came from a third-year student opposite. He seemed to have never heard of the Triwizard Tournament.

In fact, this should be the response everyone should have when they hear this name. Centuries ago, the Triwizard Tournament was suspended due to its excessively dangerous high casualty rate. In recent centuries, all parties have been I was trying to reopen the event, but the results of these attempts generally ended in failure. Naturally, there was no strong publicity. The young wizards of this generation have rarely heard of the name of the Triwizard Tournament. Maybe they have been in the Triwizard Tournament. I have heard of this name in chats with my parents and grandparents, but there are so many things that the elders can brag about. The news of the Triwizard Tournament has been drowned in such things as "Hogwarts Butter Beer Competition" and "Quidditch Room "Friendly matches" in the story of such events.

As for the students who know something about the Triwizard Tournament, and because of the British Ministry of Magic's inaction in terms of secrecy, it is even more unlikely that they will be surprised if they heard about this early.

"Wow."

Nelson clapped dryly. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he secretly shoved his hands back.

"It seems that you don't know what the Triwizard Contest is," Dumbledore said exaggeratedly. "It seems that Professor Binns has already found the focus of the final exam. I will introduce this to you before the dinner starts. A race with a long history...Of course, the intuitive feeling should be much better than the statement."

Dumbledore raised his magic wand, and suddenly the star-studded dome of the auditorium suddenly deformed. Three huge dragon heads spewed flames and attacked the four long tables. Each dragon head was huge and unfriended, and the fangs of its mouth were much larger than that of a person. .

The students let out a cry of exclamation and watched the dragon head spewing flames towards them. Seeing this scene, I am afraid that only Hagrid would not be afraid. Even Nelson paused uncontrollably. What's more, he had already drilled. Under the long table.

The dragon head whizzed out hot flames. The students who could not avoid bathed in the flames and closed their eyes in despair, but they soon discovered that the flames did not seem to have heat. When they opened their eyes again, they found that they were already sitting. In the auditorium of the Quidditch arena, I was wearing an old school uniform, surrounded by unknown students, and some weird people in strange costumes. Everyone was looking at the center of the venue attentively. There was no Quidditch held there like in the past. The odd event, on the contrary, set up a large black square stage. Two young wizards, a man and a woman holding their magic wands, stood face to face in the middle of the stage and performed wizard rituals with each other.

"This is the last Triwizard Tournament held at Hogwarts. What you see is the third round of it." Dumbledore's voice came from the clouds above his head, loud and distant, "Now it's going What is going on is a duel event. The Warriors of Durmstrang and the Warriors of Busbarton will have a formal wizard duel on the stage in front of you. The winner of them will have the qualification to challenge the player with the highest score. Of course, the champion with the highest score now comes from our Hogwarts."

After the salute, the two young wizards on the stage turned around and walked in opposite directions. When they reached the edge of the stage, they turned around at the same time, and the magic spells familiar or unseen by the audience poured out towards each other. In an instant, the land around the stage was blown into ruins.

"Although it is the most recent game, it has already happened two centuries ago," Dumbledore's voice continued to explain over his head. "Before the seventh century, the first Triwizard Tournament was played by European players. The three major magic academies are jointly organized, aiming to conduct magic exchanges through the contests of outstanding students from each school. Initially held every five years and held by the three schools in turn. The competition system of each Triwizard Tournament is different, but the overall competition is different. In other words, the "Goblet of Fire", a treasure dedicated to the Triwizard Tournament, will select the three best representatives of the three warriors from the three schools. The results of the competition will be determined by their scores, and the content of the competition will be divided. There are three rounds to examine the different qualities of the warriors in each school in terms of magic. What you see now is the last round, and the final winner will receive a bonus and a trophy."

With the accompaniment of Dumbledore, the students watched the wonderful duel on the stage fascinatingly. It has come to an end, and the girl from Durmstrang has been unable to be bombarded by the Bushbaton warrior curse. Continue to insist, and Dumbledore also introduced the basic game system clearly.

Just when everyone thought the victory or defeat was divided ~www.readwn.com~ The male voice from Busbarton suddenly started to release the curse of losing power in the audience, and the whole person had already begun to dance, looking at the defensive in front of him. The opponent, Durmstrang's warrior stepped forward, pushed him slightly, and pushed him out of the ring.

The competition is about to enter the next round, but the scene in front of the audience starts to flicker, fighting against giant dragons, exploring historical sites, cracking poisons, searching for treasures, gentle, dangerous, complicated, exciting, etc... countless kinds The rich races are staged in front of everyone like a revolving lantern, and they are finally fixed in the scene where generations of the ultimate warriors represent the school and two other opponents holding heavy money bags and lifting trophies.

The classmates in the stands hadn't recovered for a long time, and when they had digested the information they received in just a few minutes, they suddenly discovered that the surrounding audience had become classmates sitting next to them.

They were excited to discuss what they saw and heard. Everyone saw a different event, which was enough for these energetic young people to chat for three days and three nights.

"Yes, this year’s Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts. For the wizarding world today, this tournament is undoubtedly the most important event in recent years, and you, everyone in this room, have the possibility. Become a warrior of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's words were undoubtedly a spark thrown into the powder keg, everyone was excited, thinking about the moment they won the championship.

Nelson closed his eyes and leaned against the chair next to the long Slytherin table, pretending to die, feeling the motionless Alphad and the sudden silence of the air around him, and Dumbledore's commentary made him sit on pins and needles.

"It's terrible magic..." Nelson, who was speechless in his heart, did not dare to move.

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