My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gnar, Mettle is coming to you to practice dancing again."

In the Slytherin lounge, Nelson was sitting at a long table in the corner struggling to write a book. He was covered with parchment in front of him, and Walburga, who sat opposite, had a huge weave at his feet. The bag is full of letters.

These letters are the help of the Black family and even the entire Slytherin to Tom. Each envelope is stuffed with an analysis of every guest who has participated in the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament—some of them come from people who know them well. Recalling that some of the reports from the newspapers over the years, Bollocks even specifically asked someone to dig out the experience of the guests from childhood to adulthood.

When you don’t know what medicine is sold in Sigmund’s gourd, comprehensive preparation is the safest way to deal with it. The cost of these tasks is not high, but it is laborious, and it can even be said to be thankless. But for understanding Tom For Bollocks, this is definitely a stable investment.

Neither Nelson nor Tom thought this was a fuss. There are three days before the opening ball on Saturday. The Monday after the ball will be the first round of the Triwizard Tournament.

Whether it’s Margaret of Boothbarton or Ludwig of Dumstrang, they have conquered Hogwarts students with their performance in just a week, although most people still treat Tom Full of self-confidence, but no one still clings to the stupid idea of ​​"Dermstrang is nothing but black magic" and "Busbarton can only cultivate beautiful idiots". During class time with Hogwarts students Inside, not only the two warriors, but even the students who accompany the runners as the "additional heads" gave amazing performances, especially after the professors adjusted the content of the course to actual combat and practice.

The Hogwarts students put away their short-sightedness, especially Tom, who hated the bad habit of arrogance, he also felt a little pressure—the seventh-grade Ludwig defeated everyone in the same grade. Humans, and Marguerite, who is even more outrageous, has the ability to influence the thoughts of others like a confusing spell.

After meeting with Newt and Flitwick, Nelson, as Tom’s "appointed assistant", invested early in the collection of intelligence on the guests. When the traditional event of the Triwizard Tournament of cheating was no longer alive, intelligence-based Presumption is particularly important, and the warriors of the other two schools are doing similar things at the moment. As Nelson thought, after Sigmund’s whim, the game has entered a white-hot before the start of the race. competition.

The parchment in front of him is part of the analysis of the guests that has been completed, as well as the long list of speculations about possible projects.

According to the stereotype, if the warrior of Hogwarts in this Triwizard Tournament is a Gryffindor, then he may choose to face unknown challenges and dismiss such preparations as skipping classes. , But Tom is a Slytherin who is more Slytherin than any Slytherin. For him, his unprepared chic is worthy of admiration, but all values ​​are based on victory.

But he was very stubborn about Nelson, who had already been determined. He didn't want to listen to Nelson's "disclosure" in any case, even if Nelson repeatedly emphasized that "you can't beat me by venting", but Tom really cherishes his ability to attract attention this time. The chance to play against Nelson officially, this is his not-so-Slytherin trait.

Of course, if Sigmund asks Nelson to say those things that day, it’s just a play. In the end, Nelson is indeed Tom’s duel assistant, and he won’t even play at all. If he is really teasing everyone, then the story The development is a bit funny.

From outside the lounge, Tom was holding a stack of letters, and the two classmates who followed were also holding a thick stack of papers. He put the letters in his hands on the table at the door, and neither Walburga nor Nelson had the same sentence. Hearing it, he wiped the Han on his forehead with his sleeve, and shouted again: "Nal, Metel is here to practice dancing with you again."

Nelson still didn't hear, he still kept his head down and writing.

"Wake up," Walburga stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Nelson. "Mettle is coming to you again."

Nelson raised his head, first for a moment, then for a moment, and then for a moment.

"What's the matter with you? Have you been tortured and delirious?"

Walburga smiled and continued to wave in front of Nelson. She was probably the happiest person present. After returning from Hogsmeade, Tom happened to meet her walking with her little sister on the banks of the Black Lake and quickly agreed to her. At the invitation of her dance partner, she picked up a daze from the table, tied her loose hair, turned her head and looked at Tom: "Tom, do you want to practice?"

"Forget it, let's do a simple dance." Tom quickly shook his head and refused. He took out a box of small tomatoes from his arms, walked over to Nelson, put the box next to him, half funny and half speechless. Said, "Look at Gnar, what it's like."

On the second day after inviting a partner, Nelson regretted it. It turned out that Myrtle said that "My parents are both members of the Royal Dance Teachers Association" is more than just talking, she is really professional!

The first class that morning was the potions class with Ravenclaw. During the class, she asked Nelson for a Slytherin schedule, and Nelson gave her a copy without thinking.

But he never thought that this was the beginning of his nightmare.

Except when Ravenclaw was in class, at the end of almost every class, Nelson would see Myrtle appear at the door of his classroom and entrust Tom to relay the sentence "Let’s go, let’s go dance."

Tom thinks it’s funny, and he always helps her to repeat it, but it’s a pain to Nelson. When Myrtle took him to the eighth floor of the castle, when the giant stick on the eighth floor of the castle hit the Panama tapestry, Nelson was a little surprised at first. Thinking that Myrtle could find a room for all requests, when Myrtle summoned and opened the door, when he saw the practice room surrounded by two mirror walls, Nelson squeaked in his heart.

He never expected that the invited Myrtle would practice dance so madly, it seemed that he would not be able to stop training him as a professional dancer.

But how can one person start from scratch to specialize in a skill in a few days? Myrtle thought of a stupid way. After choosing the moves, she kept practicing and practicing.

Rao is that Nelson's physical fitness is different from ordinary people, and after a few days, he can't bear it.

He hasn’t even figured out why he, who is carrying weights every day and climbing towers to exercise his body, is so tired that Myrtle seems to be so weak that he doesn’t want to move, especially when the movements she designed for him are full of high speed. Under the premise of difficult movements such as spinning and tumbling in the air.

"It looks like you will be the most beautiful boy at the prom." Walburga got more cola, she simply stretched out her hand and pushed Nelson's shoulder to wake him up pretending to be asleep or pretending to be dead.

"Hurry up, Gnar, Mettle is waiting outside." Tom picked a small tomato and threw it in his mouth, grabbed a handful for Walburga, and said, "You can take this Give Mettle a box of tomatoes. If you get tired, at least you won’t die of thirst."

Alphad once suspected that Myrtle was actually doing something bad after calling Nelson away, so he specifically asked his sister to occupy the responsive room in advance, and he and Tom followed Nelson and Taojin who could only move to the empty activity room. Mother, after observing in secret for three hours, he was surprised to find that these two people have really been dancing!

"Ugh…"

Nelson sighed, grabbed the box on the table, and stood up on the back of the chair.

In order to prevent himself from thirst too fast, Nelson didn't even want to say anything.

Tom sat down in Nelson's seat cheerfully and took over his job of wrestling with a pile of parchment.

Nelson took off his school uniform robe and draped it on the empty chair beside Tom. The chair that had been used for a thousand years but was still as strong as new made a crunch under the weight.

"Help me look at the clothes, Tom." Nelson drew his wand from his pocket, held it in his hand, and said weakly.

"No problem, go ahead, come on," Tom sighed, glanced at the stool with Nelson's clothes brightly smiling, "It's so heavy, the chair won't be crushed, right?"

"Probably not," Nelson shook his head, "but if it's really broken, you can lift the floor tiles next to it."

"what?"

"You will find a pile of repair parts wrapped in greased paper below. If you can't fix it, dig down again."

"What can be dug? A new chair?"

"No," Nelson said as he walked to the door of the lounge, cleaned up in front of the mirror in the doorway, put on a lighter expression, "you will find a German engineer."

"What are you talking about? You have started talking nonsense, are you really delirious?"

Nelson did not explain the charm of German industry to Tom. He opened the door and left the lounge.

"Hi, Nelson!"

Myrtle was standing at the door, staring at Nelson who opened the door with her big eyes, and almost retracted him in fright.

"Good afternoon, Mettle."

Nelson raised his hand holding the wand and said hello.

"Let's go, let's go there today."

Myrtle walked ahead, and Nelson followed her with heavy legs.

Gradually, Nelson, who had longer legs, followed Myrtle’s steps, and the two became side by side. Interestingly, when Nelson walked in the castle, there was a high probability that he would be attacked by the stairs, but when he and When Myrtle was walking along, the stairs were gentlemen like real stairs.

"What's that?" Myrtle looked at the box in Nelson's hand.

"Little tomatoes," Nelson explained, "this is Tom's favorite fruit. He heard that we have been practicing hard recently and gave me a box specially."

"Oh," said Myrtle, nodding vigorously, "but aren't tomatoes a vegetable?"

"..." Nelson was silent for a moment, and handed the wooden box to Myrtle. "Help me get it."

After that, he turned sideways, stretched out his hand to the stairs that had just turned to the side, grabbed two bottles from Dwight's arms holding a few bottles of Butterbeer passing by, turned his head and said, "You'll be back by a dozen!"

Before Dwight could protest, he was taken away by the spiral staircase.

"By the way, Nelson," Myrtle said suddenly when walking up the seventh floor, "Are you a little tired? We can stop after practicing today. I feel that you have basically mastered it. We will wait until the day the prom begins. It’s fine to find more feelings."

Listening to Myrtle's words, Nelson was stunned and was silent for a moment.

"Mettle, just basically mastered it," Nelson twisted his neck, feeling a soreness in his shoulder. He practiced a lifting movement many times. "Many movements are not proficient, so let's practice it. Such a good dance, it’s a shame not to dance well."

Not because Nelson suddenly discovered his love for dance, but from the very beginning, he felt Myrtle’s strong desire to dance this dance well, although Nelson didn’t quite understand the idea of ​​Myrtle’s emergence. But he felt that her obsession with this dance was even comparable to Tom's obsession with winning the championship.

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This is the dance partner of his own choice, how could he mess up other people's dreams? Nelson laughed mockingly, and walked up the last flight of stairs.

There are many people who are worthless in the world, or people who think they are worthless. Everyone who has ever been worthless will reach out and hold it desperately when he finds his own shining point.

Myrtle may be such a person, she is not good enough, or even bad enough, she is not good enough to be a heartthrob, nor is she bad enough to make a bunch of fox friends—everyone can see this if they look at their side If a person doesn't see it, maybe that person is himself.

She used to be anxious about her image, grades, and even staff for a long time. It was not until the fifth grade was opened that this anxiety was slightly relieved. She was really useless. When she didn't know what magic was, she was the most ordinary in school. That one, when she has a magic wand and becomes a wizard, she is also the most common one.

Since childhood, her only commendable specialty is the dancing that her parents taught her, but this trivial specialty may not be used in her life, and she can't even find a dancing partner.

Until this year, Myrtle learned that Hogwarts is about to host a major event. This event has nothing to do with her, but there will be a dance before the event, and one of the few people she doesn’t hate One, inviting myself to be his dancing partner.

"I must dance this song well!" Mettle's thoughts are so simple.

"I want a room where I can help Meitel perform a perfect dance." Just as Myrtle was about to open the responsive house, Nelson had already moved ahead of her.

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