My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

The first week of the class was very loose. Most people, including some teachers, did not pay attention to the class. In each class, a group of students sitting by the window could be seen staring eagerly at the black window outside. The lake seemed to be expecting a mermaid to emerge from it.

In fact, on Tuesday morning, Dumbledore announced a notice.

"The formalities and preparations for Boothbarton and Durmstrang have been completed, and you will be able to see them next Tuesday."

He sat at the long table lightly and said while cutting toast, as if talking about a trivial matter that couldn't be more common.

The students who caught up with this breakfast were instantly excited. For them who lacked information, the news shouldn’t be too overwhelming.

"It looks like everyone is looking forward to it," Dumbledore seemed to be not very high in nature, or did not sleep well last night, and yawned, "Remember to prepare for a holiday next Tuesday, at 8 o'clock in the morning, please be in class. Gathered on the edge of the Black Lake under the long guidance."

After that, he left the long table with the plate, and did not give the excited students a second chance to ask questions.

This notice directly affected the five-day course from Tuesday to next Monday. Take Professor Slughorn as an example. During the two classes, he spent two-thirds of his time thinking about "I’m back to the young State participates in the Triwizard Tournament to win the championship cleanly.” He expressed his blessings to the students in the audience. He also promised the students of Slytherin that as long as the Warriors come from Slytherin, he will be that one. Students prepare a special gift.

In comparison, the best teaching quality and classroom atmosphere turned out to be the newcomer McGonagall. At this moment, she can already be called Professor McGonagall.

Nelson originally thought that because Hogwarts had three more students who had read books with her, she might not be able to be as dignified as other professors, but Nelson found out that her own thoughts were only after class. It was really wrong.

For most people in grades five, six and seven, their impression of McGonagall rests more on the truthfulness and meticulousness of her as a prefect, and her unreasonable mouth, which makes them even more afraid of her. Up.

As for the students in the low and middle grades, they were stunned by McGonagall’s unique skills. In the previous transformation class, they had never seen the cat on the podium turn into a professor to teach themselves, which made McGonagall’s popularity. Infinitely rise up at Hogwarts.

Soon, the classmates recognized this young teacher who was not many years older than herself, and McGonagall was very upbeat. She transformed into a teacher without hindrance and became more familiar with teaching.

Although Dumbledore is very good, who can refuse a young, beautiful, mana-powered professor of transfiguration who can turn into a cat? As for the small shortcoming of too much work, it becomes insufficient.

The only one who was anxious was Nelson. After all, McGonagall expressed anger for his leaving school for several years. He didn't give him a good face in class, but after a week, McGonagall didn't ask him to go to the office. Talking, Nelson even, although after the winter asks Zhanneng to live two days longer than after the autumn, it needs to pay interest...

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"I don’t know how they will appear on the stage. I have checked it out specifically. As a stage to show the strength of the school, the other two schools that are the guest hosts in each Triwizard Tournament often use the most unique and shocking debut. the way."

Tom stood at the head of the team, took the baton from Nelson, who emptied himself on the side, and assumed the responsibility of the "Magic Encyclopedia," turning his head to the front of the team, "They may not be the coolest, but they must be Is the most expensive."

"I guess Boothbarton's students will become a group of murlocs crawling out of the water, and then dragging the prefect standing in the forefront into the black lake and tying them with water plants." Alphad snickered while looking at Tom's back, but In response, Professor Slughorn pressed his hand to the top of his head.

"Blake, I just said it seems to have forgotten something." Seeing that the team had been arguing under Alphad’s leadership, Professor Slughorn frowned and approached from behind, pinching Alphad’s head with his wide hand. , Gritted his teeth and asked, "It looks like you have a good memory, why did you forget to hand in my homework alone?"

Tom chuckled silently, and the instigator walked out of the scene and ran away gleefully.

"Teach...Professor?" Alphad's teeth collided and shivered. I don't know if it was because of the cold or the fear. "What...what is it?"

"I didn't hand in the first week's homework?" Professor Slughorn said gloomily, "Perhaps for the image of Hogwarts, I should send you to confinement."

"Professor, the people of Boothbatten and Durmstrand will stay at Hogwarts for a while." Tom persuaded in due course.

"You're right, Tom," Professor Slughorn nodded, scratching his chin, and suddenly realized, "Perhaps I should write a letter to Bollock and ask him to take the expelled students from the school. In just a few days, the school managers will also come to attend the opening ceremony."

Alphad immediately calmed down, with a weeping face, shrinking in place like a quail.

Seeing him like this, Professor Slughorn left his hands behind his back and left with satisfaction.

"If they really become murlocs and crawl out, do you know what they should do?" Tom walked past Alphad in the same posture as Professor Slughorn and asked.

"I will use my mouth to plug them."

"Very good," Tom, who returned to the queue, nodded with satisfaction, getting closer and closer to the scheduled arrival time, "You can come back to pick up your homework at night."

Alphad was relieved, straightened his collar, and closed his mouth.

"I don't know how they are going to appear on the stage?" The question at the beginning was asked again, Tom slammed Nelson's shoulder, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, you can fall asleep standing up."

"Anyone can." Nelson stretched out, raised his hand and patted his shoulder. A silver stream flashed across his body. He twisted his neck and asked, "Are they there yet?" "

"Not yet." Tom shook his head, looked at the small silver ball that suddenly appeared in Nelson's hand, and asked, "You seemed to set something on yourself just now?"

"A set of pajamas is not enough," Nelson waved his hand and said, "The combination of armor and pajamas allows you to fall asleep freely at any time and in any state, and you can put the force of your whole body on your clothes."

"How much is one?" Alphad interrupted before Tom asked, "Sounds useful."

"No, my neck is a little sore," Nelson asked, rubbing his neck. "When will they arrive?"

On Monday morning of the second week of school, the students squeezed to the Black Lake early and stood in the already bleak autumn breeze. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright. Almost all the students in Hogwarts came out, neatly dressed, Arranged in four colors, the square array stood by the lake waiting for the other two schools to come to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

The surrounding students discussed a lot, and even Nelson and his party also joined the discussion.

"Dermstrang's vehicle is a ship." Hearing Tom and Alphad's new bet, Nelson said vowedly, "You bet why not take me?"

"Mrs. Clemence said that gambling would blind every prophet's spiritual perception." Tom refused, "but I still feel that the ship is unreliable. Even if it is a ghost ship, it will not cause much shock. "

"Doesn't gambling blind everyone's intelligence?" Nelson protested.

No one paid attention to him, Alphad struggled for a while, seeming to recall the painful experience during the sorting ceremony, and finally made up his mind, turned around and said loudly, "I believe in the true prophet!"

As soon as the voice fell, as if he were the real prophet, the center of the black lake suddenly rolled like a boil, and rare waves hit the originally calm shore one after another.

"It's a ship, look!"

Alphad pointed to the center of the Black Lake excitedly, and saw a towering pillar slowly rising in the middle of the mist tumbling on the lake surface. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "I know, that's a mast! Haha Tom, give me money." !"

The "mast" is still rising slowly, like an iceberg exposed on the sea level, people can't guess what's left below, but it seems that its appearance has been very far away from a ship. I witnessed this scene. Everyone in is trying to connect the things stored in their minds with the silhouettes in front of them, but they all failed without exception, only the rising "mast" still growing upwards, and finally stopped after a few minutes Footsteps.

At this time, only Alphad was still stubborn, "This must be a erected boat."

Nelson frowned, "Isn't it a boat?"

The fog on the lake also cooperated to put a veil of mystery on the guest, and Dumbledore at the front of the team stepped forward, preparing to disperse the fog.

But Durmstrang moved faster than him, and a shock wave from the inside out like a wind rolling cloud instantly dissipated the mist on the lake. The strong wind caused the people on the lake to squint their eyes and resist. Stance.

Several professors and the dean step forward together, and the students are protected by a tightly-fitted transparent barrier.

Finally, the full picture of the mysterious visitor came into the eyes of everyone, and Nelson covered his mouth in surprise.

The one sitting in the middle of the Black Lake is indeed not a ghost ship, but a tower.

A stone, simple black tower higher than Hogwarts Castle stood solemnly in the middle of the lake. It looked like a legendary sword in the stone. Soon, the windows on the black tower began to glow. The magic pattern of the streamer connects the light spots on the tower to form a pattern based on the prototype and filled with triangles and straight lines.

Nelson saw Dumbledore's face become ugly in an instant, but a second later he developed a welcome smile.

The black tower split along the magic lines of the streamer and swelled outwards, and it quickly became larger in a circle, and its specifications were now comparable to those in Newmundgard.

From the black tower near the water surface, a suspension bridge was slowly lowered, and a quick glance was made as it fell. It took ten seconds to extend from the center of the lake to the shore. A wizard in a gray robe took two The neatly arranged students walked along the suspension bridge to the shore. They seemed to be hundreds of kilometers away. They only took a few seconds to finish.

Dumbledore stepped forward and stretched out his hand. "Sigmund, welcome to Hogwarts."

"Ah, thank you for your hospitality, Albus." The headmaster of Durmstrang wears a popular moustache, a very short head revealing the green skin underneath, but his features are extremely soft, with a bronze face. There are two sun marks left by wearing glasses. Each of them is slightly shorter than Dumbledore, and his voice and words are unusually gentle. He did not hold Dumbledore’s hand for the first time, instead he bends down slightly, sincerely. Said, "Sorry, my students have never seen such a big lake, so I put the black tower there. I'm really sorry."

After saying these words, he took off the black leather gloves on his hands, UU Read www.uukānshu.com and Dumbledore shook hands.

"It doesn't matter, these are nothing." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Do you want to stay in the castle first or wait for Boothbarton together?"

"Wait," Sigmund did not consult the students, and the students behind him in the standard black robes lined up in four rows in an orderly manner, standing next to the square of the four colleges, if not Standing too neatly, they may really blend into the environment, "It's been a long time since I saw anyone from Boothbatton, not to mention the principal, not even the students."

"In the past few years, their situation was a bit difficult, so they hid the entrance." Dumbledore explained, "After all, the German Muggles did that kind of thing."

"It turned out to be like this!" Sigmund raised his eyebrows, and said in a weird manner, "I'll just say what's going on, why Durmstrang has received more and more freshmen in the past two years."

"That's really a good thing. You secretly rushed to write admission notices to French school-age children before the age of eleven, and you got rewards so quickly," a female voice added to the conversation between the two unceremoniously, "Secretly Just enjoy it. Is yin and yang strangeness a requirement for your school to promote management?"

"Oh, dear Constance..." Sigmund showed a surprised expression, and the expression froze on his face in the next second.

A huge claw protruded from the clouds above his head, and the wings spread out to cover the sky rushed straight down, stepping heavily on the spire of the black tower, shaking off a few pieces of rubble, and it turned out to be a man who was in prime of life. The dragon! It wore a heavy shackle on its neck, and a thick chain was strung on the scales erected on its spine, and connected to the depths of the clouds. Soon, three iron chains hung down, and there were three other dragons like this.

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