My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "It shouldn't be here." Jonas looked around the room, stepped forward and closed the window.

"What?" Bella asked in confusion. Looking at the **** sight in front of her, she closed her eyes and crossed her chest. She turned her head to the side and saw Nelson pulling out her wand, with a nervous look and angry eyes. Red Tom.

　　 "This should be a reptile." Jonas knelt on one knee, leaned over the floor and looked at it carefully. He drew the thickness of the wet mark in the air, "It should be a snake..."

"It should be a python," he stood up, frowned, and lifted the birdcage. "I saw pythons when I was interviewing in Brazil. They would hang their prey with their huge bodies and then devour them. The end is the same as this birdcage."

　　 "But none of the pythons I have ever seen are like this..." He looked at the traces on the floor of Tom's room and pondered for a long time, considering the words, "...rough."

　　 "Rough?" Nelson raised his eyebrows suspiciously, a cold sweat from the corners of his eyebrows, wouldn't it be a basilisk?

"It's at least this thick." Jonas compared a circle larger than a basketball with his hand, and opened his arms. "It's so long..." He found it hard to figure out the length of a python with his hands. , Spread his hands and gave up.

"Why are there pythons in London?" Tom gritted his teeth and bounced his confusion between his teeth. His hand holding the wand turned white with force, and his eye sockets were a little red. "Why should I leave an address for them? Why should I receive Christmas gifts? Why should I open the window? I..." His hand holding the wand dropped, his whitish knuckles vented his strength, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I'll buy you one more as a Christmas present." Nelson's hand holding the wand kept rising, and he wrapped his other hand around Tom's shoulder and hugged him tightly. "Spot-headed Owl, isn't it? I will buy you the same one."

"It's not the original one." Tom's body trembled a little, although he always didn't care about the appearance of the streaked owl that Dumbledore gave him, and even always called it "the streaked owl", but this A grumpy little owl has always been with him, even if he would peck his hand when delivering the letter, it would always help him deliver every letter and every package on time. He patted Nelson’s hand on his shoulder, and said Walked into the room silently and took the deformed birdcage from Jonas.

　　 "Tom." Jonas looked at him worriedly.

"I'm okay." Tom walked to the shelf where the birdcage was originally hung, and dumped it on the ground. He passed a beautifully packaged gift. He kicked it to the side. There was a clear clatter of broken glass. The box contained Something seems to be completely broken.

　　 Tom strenuously hung the bird cage on the shelf, tried to break it back, but failed again.

　　 Nelson felt something under his feet. He looked down and saw that the question mark, which turned out to be invisible when he woke up, squatted under his feet and licked his paws, rubbing his head and tail against his trouser legs.

"Leave him alone for a while." Jonas covered the door of Tom's room, embraced Nelson and Bella and turned to leave. Nelson bent over to pick up the question mark. This time it was quiet and quiet. In Nelson's arms, he licked the palm of his hand, clumped up and stopped moving.

　　 The three people walked downstairs in silence, and a roar of grief and sternness came from behind, which was not like a human.

"Nal," Nelson and Jonas sat down on the sofa. Bella stood behind Jonas and supported his shoulders, staring upstairs worriedly. Jonas put her hands on her knees and crossed her hands. Chin, his face was serious, and he said, "Boa is rare in Britain."

"Especially such a big python." Jonas looked at him, "If there is an python running around in a residential area, the municipal department will definitely catch it, but it can enter our home. Although ours is a suburban area. , But not the outer suburbs."

　　 "You mean?"

　　 "I don't understand magic," Jonas touched his temple with his hand, "but I think it must not be an ordinary python, do you understand? Gnar."

　　 There was a long silence in the living room. The door opened and footsteps came upstairs. After a while, Tom slowly walked down the stairs. It seemed that there was no difference between normal. Seeing that all three people downstairs raised their heads and looked at him with concern, Tom pressed both hands falsely, "It's okay, it's just an owl."

　　 At the lunch table, the four of them didn't seem to have any appetite. After having a quick meal, Nelson and Tom went back to their respective rooms.

　　……

　　 After eating, Nelson sat at the desk in a daze at a box with the ribbon removed. He had experienced the owl, and he had no interest.

"I want to understand something," Tom pushed open the door, and saw Nelson with an empty expression on his face, and asked with concern, "Gnar? What happened to you?" This teenager who had just experienced a pet tragedy actually In turn comforted his friend.

"Ah?—" Nelson recovered, shook his head in a daze, and turned to see Tom standing next to him, "Tom... are you coming? Is it better? We will go to Diagon Alley to buy tomorrow... "

"No, Gnar, I don't want owls anymore." Tom Riddle could not see the grief, panic, or any other emotions on Tom Riddle's face, as if the pet's accident did not leave any trace on his heart. , He repeated the previous topic, "I want to understand something."

"what?"

"Gnar, life is fragile. Pets are not suitable for me." Tom took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "The tiger hunts goats, cats catch mice, or... snakes eat birds, yes. A very normal thing."

　　 "In a sense, yes."

"We can't keep some weak things alive because of our own preference," Tom rubbed the corner of Nelson's table with one hand, drew out his wand with the other, raised it between his eyes, and turned his wrist slightly. "If It's not magic. I'm still a poor orphan who lives in London and can't even eat meat. It is only natural for the strong to plunder and possess everything about the weak."

　　 "That's not the case, Tom..." Nelson found that his friend seemed to have gone from grief to the other extreme. He wanted to offer relief or persuade, but he didn't know what to say.

"I know, Nar." Tom walked to Nelson's window and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window. The daily sky in London made his sunny face appear pale, and he had an incredibly calm tone. Continuing, "This stupid reptile can eat any bird, but it just found me."

　　 "I must grab it," Tom sat on Nelson's bed, clutching his wand, gritted his teeth and looked out the window, "Dare to break the ground on my head."

Nelson sighed and didn't try to persuade him. He just asked, "Are you sure? That snake may be a magical creature... it may even be a basilisk. I have read some books about magical animals. The snake itself has very mysterious and powerful magic, let alone a special snake. To be honest, I really don’t think we can catch such a powerful magical creature with the strength of a first-year student. We can’t even find it. ."

　　 "I have some ways to track it." Tom turned his head to look at Nelson, his clear black eyes gleaming weird red, "Did you forget? I'm a snake-like voice."

"Tom, what are you?" Nelson frowned. He understood that the flashing red light in Tom's eyes before him was not an illusion of light and shadow caused by emotions or circumstances, but a practical one, possibly due to A change brought about by some unknown magic.

　　 "Snakes are nocturnal creatures, although I don't know why the beast came to climb my window in the morning." Tom replied unexpectedly, "I am going to leave tonight. Are you coming?"

"..." Nelson looked at Tom anxiously. He wanted to dissuade his friends from taking risks like a sane adult, but found that he did not have a standpoint to say such cold words, and a mindless beast is not a concern. Harry Potter single-killed trolls in the first year! Finally he nodded, "I have to prepare something."

"I knew you would, Nar." The red light in Tom's eyes became more intense, and it flashed ~www.readwn.com~ and went out soon, and he took out a slender wooden box from his pocket. There is a badge with intricate patterns printed on it, and an A written in capital squiggles is adorned in the middle. It seems to be some years old, "This is the wand I asked Avery to send us. There is no disgusting trace on it."

"This is left by Avery Zu. The owner of the wand has been dead for many years." Tom put it on the corner of the table triumphantly, and slowly pushed it towards Nelson. "Fir trees, dragon's heartstrings, ten Another one-third of an inch. It’s too rigid and easy to fold. Avery said it’s very suitable for deformation. According to Ollivander’s theory, it is now ownerless and we will not be too sluggish when using it...Of course I use any A wand will not feel stagnant, they are just servants of the wizard."

"You don't have to write those silly reports to the fool at the Ministry of Magic," he carefully inserted his yew cedar wand back into his sleeve, and took out another scratched wand from his pocket. "Black The thorn tree, the dragon's heartstring, is ten inches long, stubby and sturdy. It is said that the previous users of these two wands were a pair of powerful brothers, and even the dragon that took the heartstring was a pair of brothers who grew up together."

　　 "An ownerless wand." Nelson opened the box

"Yes, but I still like my wand, even if it's just a humble tool... pets." Tom looked at the blackthorn branch in his hand with fascination. "This story is so beautiful. The brother wizard uses the brother dragon. The wands made...they passed on to another pair of brothers."

　　 "That's true. "Nal used a coldwood wand to turn the ribbon that was just removed from the table into a ruler. "It's okay. It's worse than my wand, but it doesn't affect."

　　 "Gnar," Tom put down his wand, his eyes hot, "On that beast tonight, let's examine the results of learning magic."