My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Hogwarts, here we are."

Nelson raised his head, the sound of the train's station announcement changed for some time, but it became more and more like the London subway. He took a deep breath, patted the folds on his body, and stood outside the window waiting for Hogsmeade. 's arrival

As the surrounding scene became more and more familiar, all kinds of buildings that were built by wizards came into view, and he felt a slight tremor from the wand in his arms, and he understood that he was about to arrive.

"Huh! It really made me find it for a while," Slughorn's voice suddenly appeared behind him, Nelson turned his head, and in the empty corridor, Professor Walrus' huge body took up almost all the space in the corridor, a holiday No, he became fatter and fatter, he walked up to Nelson with a smile on his face, put his hand on his shoulder familiarly, and looked out the window together, "Why didn't I see you in the lounge, you Don't you like going there for a fire?"

"Professor," Nelson laughed, "it's still at the end of summer. Look outside, the sun is not small."

"It's also good to have some ice," Professor Slughorn patted his stomach, his thick flesh shaking like waves, and even the floor under Nelson's feet trembled. Miss Ultening brought it here. She liked the pudding in the front carriage very much. She also told me that for the pudding, she had to work hard to become a Hufflepuff prefect. I remember when she first entered the school, she looked like a Gryffindor, now more and more like a qualified Hufflepuff."

"Thank you for your attention, Professor."

Nelson thanked him earnestly. This sudden behavior made Professor Slughorn unable to react and turned to one side, but Nelson still successfully thanked his stomach that he couldn't put away. Slughorn He squeezed Nelson's shoulders, the flesh on his face piled together, and said with a smile, "How can I say that I am also her potions teacher, isn't it only natural for a teacher to pay attention to students?"

"You really are one of the best professors I have ever met at Hogwarts."

"Mummy, there are people who teach better than me," Professor Slughorn's expression changed. For six years, he and Nelson, who suffers from the terminal potions disease of color weakness, have been in an almost constant mutual torment. If it wasn't for Nelson's wise abandonment of potions in the sixth grade, he would have developed to the point where he hated each other. He never thought that Nelson would say such a thing, and he was a little moved for a while. "I thought that in your hearts, I was a bad teacher who only focused on good students."

"How could that be? I understand your painstaking efforts." Nelson said sincerely, "Professor, the car will arrive soon, I will go to pack first."

"Don't worry, I just saw Miss Warren and Blake, and Blake saw that you were standing here unresponsive, so I took your bag to the prefect's lounge for you," Professor Slughorn didn't seem to let go. The meaning of Nelson's departure, he held Nelson's shoulders, lowered his head, and said with a smile, "Let's go together, and walk on the road by the way, you shouldn't refuse my pitiful request, we teachers and students can last a long time. I haven't spoken like that."

"I can't ask for it, Professor," Nelson blinked, "I still have a lot of questions about potions I want to ask you!"

"Hahahaha! You can spare me," Slughorn patted his stomach hard, making it tremble even more violently. He looked at Nelson with a bitter face and asked, "You want to change Colonel robes? I can wait for you outside."

"No, Professor," Nelson shook his head, and changed into the little magic trick he just showed, wearing a simple school robe, his blond hair and Slytherin's silver-green emblem gleaming in the sun, "Speaking of which, I I really have a question about the potion to ask you."

"I hope I can answer your wild questions."

As the long whistle from the car alarmed the birds in the fields beside the railway tracks, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, and after a while, it stopped at the end of the trip. Nelson could already hear Oger calling out to the first-year freshman through the glass. He shouted, he followed behind Slughorn and walked towards the exit of the carriage. The students in the carriage also filed out of the compartment. Some of them saw Nelson and were about to greet him when they noticed The professor beside Nelson had to put away his enthusiasm after the holiday and saluted respectfully to the professor.

On the platform, there were quite a few little ones standing in the crowd. They were carried to Auger one by one by the surrounding prefects and senior students. Their eyes were like a deer who strayed into the town, full of curiosity. , mixed with more complex emotions such as excitement and worry.

"I guess the **** are scaring them with that weird 'sorting ceremony' again," Professor Slughorn said to Nelson, looking at the freshmen around him with interest, "Which students do you think will come to Slytherin? What? I heard Blake say that you have the ability to sort the hospital with a glance."

"Nothing, Professor," Nelson shook his head, "about a quarter of it."

"Huh," Slughorn let out his signature laugh again, "if you can have the ability to pretend to be confused on weekdays, you should live a lot more comfortably."

"I'm at ease, Professor," Nelson shook his head, then again, as Slughorn stared at him suspiciously. "Really, Professor."

"They're in good time," Slughorn lamented, looking at the flustered freshmen in the crowd, "I used to have a Muggle-born... good friend, starting at the end of July when I got the offer. , She worried for a long time before she made up her mind to set foot on the Hogwarts Express. Now they are doing well. You don't go out very much recently. You should not know that since the secrecy law was repealed, sixth graders living in the same area as them They can guide them to complete the preparation before entering the school, and even preview some homework in advance.”

"Sixth grader?" Nelson raised his eyes and didn't pay attention to why Slughorn knew that he hadn't gone out much recently. He was just looking for a familiar figure in the crowd, and at a glance he saw the faces of the Gryffindor team. A worried Christian, who is also in sixth grade this year, asked the professor curiously, "Are they going?"

"Of course, after all, extracurricular practice is also linked to their grades," Professor Slughorn nodded. "Look, I remember the year you entered the school, you and Tom were the only Muggle-born freshmen watching. It's calm when you get up. The other children are a little bit scared, and even a little girl almost fell into the water. Looking at it now, they are all as calm as you were back then, but I'm really scared. After all, no potions professor would be willing to. A whole class of students dedicated to making the cauldron smell."

"Professor, in fact, I have been able to brew a little simple potion recently."

"Do you think I'll believe you? You won't be able to take Potions this semester anyway, unless you submit an application to Albus... oh damn," Professor Slughorn changed the subject in a panic. " Let's talk about happy things, what do you want to do after graduation? Do you have any plans?"

"Professor, does this topic really make you happy?" Nelson said quietly, "I don't even know if I can get a job."

"You're a real joke," Professor Slughorn laughed, wrapping his arms around Nelson's shoulders, "I only saw Minister Ritchie the other day and he told me that you've been eyeing a job at the Ministry for too long. Now, I heard that it is still an important department, what is it?"

"I did submit a request to him before, but now I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."

"What's wrong with looking for a job to earn money? Can you survive without eating and drinking dew? If there is a job that really suits you, you might as well try it out. It really doesn't work. Hogwarts has had several in recent years. A professor is about to retire, and with your grades, you can stay on campus anyway, as long as you don’t apply for potions professors or astronomy professors.”

"I feel like I might not be suitable for being an educator," Nelson said slowly, frowning, "I used to think I was very suitable for educating others, but now it seems that my own philosophy may be wrong, Professor, you should know what happened this holiday."

"I don't think so, Nelson," retorted Professor Slughorn, his tone becoming more formal, "if you want to be a mentor, you should think about it, don't you have a teacher other than the church? Does your knowledge even teach you how to eat and sleep? Does he still tell you how to do this thing, how to do that thing? Does he want to teach you how to be a person and how to do things? Even if he can do this, isn't what he taught another self? What's more, what he taught must be correct?"

Listening to the teachings in Slughorn's words, Nelson couldn't help but ponder, and murmured, "How can people change?"

"It will naturally change at that time, Nelson, in fact, now I am the same as most people think I am, a person who is eager for quick success and is keen on wealth and power."

"professor-"

"Don't be in a hurry to excuse me, you can listen to how I became what I am now," Slughorn looked around, seeing that no student dared to approach here, sighed lowly, and told his story from many years ago Dao Lai, "Do you remember the Muggle-born friend I mentioned earlier? If she's still alive, she should be your wife... It's strange to say that, my teacher who entered the school this year seems to have been selected. The curse is the same, everyone is a bachelor, and I am now afraid that Filius and Minerva will follow suit."

"There are people who are more talented than me when it comes to potions, such as her, a Muggle-born wizard, who is not like me who has access to potions all day in the Slughorn family, but she Medicine has a natural acumen. At that time, Hogwarts didn't provide the materials needed for the course like it does now. All courses, including potions, required students to prepare the medicinal materials themselves, you know, potions and alchemy. It's a very expensive business." Slughorn sighed, and his black bean-like eyes showed a hint of nostalgia, "Muggle-born wizards, even if they can enjoy some subsidies, they are still in the process of learning. There is only one chance to try anyway, but even under such harsh conditions, she has done much better than someone like me who can splurge on materials recklessly."

The first-year freshmen were already lined up, nervously accepting Auger's roll call. Slughorn looked at the children with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"I graduated and worked together with her. She went to a famous potions shop in Diagon Alley. I don't know if you have seen it before. It used to be a pet shop. Because of an accident, the business has been bad. It was changed a few years ago. She never opened the door again after she lost her master," Slughorn said in a sullen voice, "She has always kept her old habit of making any potion directly, never wasting a simulation of potions, and no potionist can guarantee it. My own skills can never fail, not to mention that it is a particularly dangerous potion."

"Professor, are you..."

"She blew up the whole store, including herself, and I just got off work at Hogwarts that day and went to her with an engagement ring and a gift box that looked like a slug she was most afraid of," Sla said. Professor Ghorn patted Nelson on the shoulder and whispered, "I sometimes wonder, if every Muggle-born wizard had the same resources, wouldn't there be a lot less tragedies like this?"

"So you're letting the potions at Hogwarts start providing materials?"

"I don't have that much ability. I begged the school administrator, the Ministry of Magic, and even Richie, my former student. After so many years, I have even become accustomed to the appearance of begging people, accustomed to being aggressive and calculating, you Look, that's how people change."

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore was right all along..."

"Albus is that kind of person, Nelson," Slughorn patted Nelson on the shoulder, obviously he knew something, "he always feels like he's doing everything for his own good, don't take it to heart, After all, you only have one year left as a student. Who is Dumbledore at that time? Unless he is the headmaster when your child comes to Hogwarts in the future, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or you You don't have to slap him in the face, hoho!"

"Professor, you say that as if I'm very old." Nelson smiled.

"Isn't it?" Professor Slughorn asked rhetorically, "Seeing your old-fashioned face standing in the carriage, where did you hide Nelson, who used to travel more than a hundred times a semester at night? "

"Isn't it right in front of you? Professor." Nelson thanked sincerely, "Thank you, Professor."

"I just think you've done a good thing," Professor Slughorn whispered, taking Nelson's hand, "no one has praised you, probably because you can't hear them, but people are The sky is watching!"

Professor Slughorn looked up, and a cloud drifted slowly overhead, looking like an exploding slug.

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