My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson thought that looking for a few suspicious elements in the castle was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Maybe the looking glass in his pocket would not ring before the prom.

Unexpectedly, he was so wrong. This job was indeed a needle in a haystack, but the difficulties he faced were completely different from what he imagined.

As soon as he walked into the lounge, Nelson felt a strong vibration in his thigh. He held his wand vigilantly, but saw a scene that left him speechless.

"Abraxas, are you sure you can make me taller?"

A third-year girl who Nelson had a little impression of was standing in front of Malfoy, rubbing the corners of her pink skirt nervously.

"Of course," Malfoy stood up triumphantly. Nelson on the stairs was taken aback when he saw his height of 1.8 meters. Malfoy shook his head and said, "Belinda, this is what I learned by spending a lot of money on vacation." Curse."

Guys, is the human body deformed for you like this? Nelson was stunned. He put his almost dislocated chin back to its original position. Seeing that the little girl had closed her eyes and was ready to accept Malfoy's spell, Nelson hurried down the stairs and rushed up.

"stop!"

"Good evening, Williams." Seeing Nelson, Malfoy put down his wand and saluted respectfully. I don't know why, he is very polite to Nelson now, which is even more polite than Tom as the prefect.

"Good evening," Nelson nodded, his movements did not stop, and he bent down and pressed his wand against Malfoy's leg. "Don't you know that the deformation of the human body may cause irreversible damage?"

"This...this is my special invitation-"

"You were cheated, Malfoy," Nelson interrupted before Malfoy could finish. "Even Professor Dumbledore can't teach a little wizard who can only turn toothpicks into needles to deform the body."

"But I obviously..." Malfoy stomped his feet, as if to say that he had clearly transformed himself.

"Sit down!" Nelson pushed him onto the chair behind him and stretched out his hand. "Give me the magic wand."

Malfoy surrendered his wand in a daze.

"Flash back to the previous curse." Nelson frowned and pressed his wand against the tip of Malfoy's wand. After seeing Malfoy's last spell, he let go and threw Malfoy's wand back. "Transfiguration curse plus growth curse, Malfoy, now this little girl can kick your long legs into five pieces with just one leg sweep."

"What?" Seeing Nelson's serious expression, Malfoy's heart suddenly lost his heart, and he shouted out loud.

"Speak down, watch out for your voice to break your leg."

Malfoy, who was staring at by Nelson, immediately lost his voice, and saw Nelson pointed his magic wand to the chair behind Malfoy. Two wheels suddenly appeared on both sides of the chair, and it became a wheelchair across the border.

"Are you Malfoy's dancing partner?" Nelson looked at the flustered little girl opposite, and thought about her name. "Belinda?"

"Yes...yes." She was completely messed up.

"He may not be able to dance the opening dance," Nelson straightened up, waved his wand, and a few cloth tapes "swish" from Malfoy's trouser legs, fixing his legs firmly on the chair. "You Can you help me take him to the school hospital? If you move fast enough, you should be able to catch up with the prom, but you can only miss the opening."

"OK...OK..."

Belinda tremblingly stretched her hand to Malfoy's wheelchair. The little girl was terrified. On the one hand, she was afraid that she would break Malfoy's leg. On the other hand, she almost had to go in the wheelchair with Malfoy. It's a prom.

"By the way, can you help me find someone to tell Mettle from Ravenclaw fifth grade, I have some things, I may not be able to arrive early," Nelson added, "but I will definitely be there before the prom starts. "

"Okay, thank you," Malfoy in the wheelchair looked at his long legs suspiciously, as Nelson said. He also felt pain in the shins and knees of his calves. "...Williams ."

But Nelson did not hear his thanks, he had already hurried out of the lounge.

Malfoy looked at the back of this strange, windy man, feeling that his legs didn't hurt so much.

"Sorry, Belinda," he shook Belinda's hand, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "almost let you accompany me in a wheelchair, and... you can't dance anymore."

"It's not your fault, Abraxas," Belinda walked around behind Malfoy and pushed him out of the lounge. Her pink dress was dragged to the floor because it didn't increase in height. The skirt looked messed up. "We can catch up with the prom later! But I have to go to Ravenclaw first."

I have to say that some things still depend on talent.

…

"Newt, are you sure they will use transfiguration?" Nelson, who was staged by Tina's sight glass and the students who love beauty, stood in the middle of an empty corridor and said with some suspicion, "After all, the human body is deformed. Even for wizards with complete magic education, the difficulty is not low. Are you sure that the group of Second Salem will use it? I think they are more likely to use compound decoction, after all, this thing can cost money. I bought it."

"I'm not sure, Gnar," Newt said with a hint of lightness. "When you have checked the last place, you can go dancing. We have rescued the silent and caretaker they brought. Very lucky. , We took their lair directly."

"Where are the others in Second Salem?"

"At the ball, you can pay attention," Newt's background sound was mixed with Tina's torturous yells, "They can't get over any trouble anymore."

"I will contact you after I check it," Nelson murmured, "They won't hide in the school hospital, right? I have at least one and a half hours left after I get to the school hospital."

…

The wide auditorium of Hogwarts has been enlarged several times under the influence of the Unmarked Stretching Curse. In the corner of this empty auditorium, students from three schools lined up to enter the arena, and the leader is the Triwizard Tournament. Of the three warriors and their dancing partners.

Tom stood in the middle, with black hair, black robe, black eyes, and white skin in sharp contrast. The only accessory on his body was a necklace with amber pendant. Under the light, he looked like a young god, proudly He raised his chin and looked down at these people who were about to be conquered by him.

Walburga is standing beside him holding Tom's arm. She is also a little lower than Tom in high heels. Her outfit tonight is gorgeous—she has delicate makeup tonight and a light green, long skirt. Layers upon layers like a rose, her long hair was carefully coiled on top of her head, revealing a swan-like neck. She wore a diamond-encrusted crown, so that people around her couldn’t open her eyes, and she was flashed by the diamonds. Ludwig felt like he was going blind.

When they saw Walbuga tonight, Nelson and Tom both felt amazing. Nelson even suggested that she take a picture of herself after dancing, and glue the photo on Grimmauld Place with a permanent shaping spell. Number on the wall.

On Tom’s right hand, Margaret, who is hugging her younger brother, is like a princess walking out of a fairy tale. The white dress makes it hard to look away. She didn’t wear glasses tonight, and was half-headed by her younger brother. I'm afraid I will feel the pain tonight.

As for Ludwig on Walburga’s left hand, he did not wear a gown and gown popular among British wizards. Instead, he wore a short white trench coat that resembled a suit. The boys in Durmstrang wore it. With this type of clothes, I have to say that after taking off his robe, Ludwig finally showed his burly figure. He held his gown full and full of strength, but the plain, flat head appeared. He is more capable.

The Latina girl by Ludwiger wore a long skirt that covered the hips, perfectly showing her bumpy figure. This is one of Durmstrang’s only girls, inseparable from Ludwig, as if originally It's his girlfriend.

In the center of the auditorium, a group of wizards in suits and ties were holding musical instruments on a high platform just set up in the middle of the auditorium, quietly looking at the white-haired wizard in the same suit and ties at the top, with a long beard hanging down to his chest. Looks good-looking-this shameless old man is the most popular wizard singer nowadays, Bob Bowie. Of course, people prefer to call him another name-BB! Big Brother (BigBother)!

Bob is already very old, he crouched back, his large suit draped over his skinny body like a robe.

But when he raised his head and pinched his tie, everyone held their breath, and the ball of the Triwizard Tournament was about to begin.

Myrtle stood at the end of the line, looking back from time to time, but every time she turned her head back, she always brought an increasingly disappointed look.

"Don't worry, Mettle," McGonagall walked fast, and she was at the end of the line without finding a partner. She patted Myrtle's arm and whispered, "You are so beautiful, and Nelson will definitely catch up. of."

"but…"

Myrtle wanted to say something more, but on the far stage, Bob screamed with an explosion similar to a black voice, igniting the ball tonight.

Everyone looked at the big brother, and saw that the hand holding the tie pulled hard, and he broke the tie abruptly and pulled it off his neck.

He threw his tie into the air, and a ball of flame ignited above his head, lighting up all the candles in the auditorium in an instant.

It's hard to imagine this is an old man's performance.

The only normal people in this band are the trumpeters. Unlike what everyone sees in concert halls, the cellist carried the piano on his body, and the drummer slammed the drum over his head, bombarding it with curses, clanging. The roar.

Amidst the vigorous (literally) drumbeat, the popular singer roared.

"Tomorrow I will be guillotined, but I still choose to dance!

Tomorrow I may be dead, but I can only choose to dance.

If tomorrow I am lucky enough to sleep, my love, please choose a new partner!

In this crazy and calm world, you and I have only the right to dance! "

This song called "Please Dance with My Next Life" is Bob’s famous song, but he only sang one tonight. After mobilizing the atmosphere of the audience, he doubled his fingers into the sky, three beams of light from above his head. The stars were shot down to illuminate the three warriors and their dancing partners, and the band smoothly shifted the music to a more rhythmic dance music. Bob put down his hands and pointed at the six of them.

The Warriors entered.

The first to enter the dance floor is the warrior of the host Hogwarts-Tom Riddle.

If someone likes to secretly review while telling others that he is going to drop a course, then this person must be Tom. After completing a difficult lift, Alphad, who witnessed all of Tom’s remarks before the ball, said, "I really believe it. Your evil".

I saw Walburga hold his head high, and easily complete various movements of turning, turning away, and turning back under the guidance of Tom. Even Bob from the height of the band gave her applause.

The warriors who will participate in the Triwizard Tournament in the future may dare to say that they are stronger than this year's warriors, but they should not think they can dance more.

After Tom enters the arena, Margaret and Ludwig enter the arena one after the other, with a dignified and elegant minuet on one side, and a tango full of power and tension on the other side, plus Tom and Walburga play first In this way, the prom entered superb at the beginning.

With the progress of dance music, UU reads www.uukanshu. More and more people on com enter the dance floor. The most magical thing about the wizard’s dance is that even if they dance differently, there will be no sense of disobedience. Just like Hogwarts’ school song without a song, it comes from different nationalities and different eras. Today’s dance steps appeared on the same dance floor. Some people hugged their partners and swayed gently while chatting intimately. Some people like to spend their lives and try to express themselves on the dance floor.

Gradually, most people have entered the dance floor, and only a few people are left in line.

Myrtle stared at the corridor, looking at a loss.

Finally, McGonagall raised his head, "Mettle, it can't work, let me—"

Before the words finished, Myrtle's expression suddenly turned into surprise, McGonagall turned his head and saw a small white figure quickly approaching at the end of the corridor.

McGonagall held Myrtle's hand distressedly. She felt that the little girl had been tortured crazy by Nelson, an unbelieving fellow, "Mettle, that's just—"

This was the second time that McGonagall was interrupted tonight. I saw the white cat rushing over like lightning. When McGonagall wanted to take Myrtle to avoid it, it grabbed Myrtle’s hand. The moment the penultimate couple entered the dance floor, she was pulled into the auditorium.

"—A cat."

Everyone looked at the Myrtle who rushed to the dance floor with a cat in surprise, and even the dance music of the band paused.

When Myrtle was not stable, when everyone did not react, the white cat landed lightly. Due to her inertia, Myrtle, who could not stop her leaning forward, was half-kneeled on the ground when she was about to fall to the ground. Blond teenager with his arms in his arms.

The band's dance music was completely interrupted, and then, a more exciting dance music than before almost tore the false starry sky above the auditorium.

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