My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Go this way, this way!"

Flitwick's shrill voice came from the corner of the auditorium, making the chaotic auditorium quiet for a moment. He carried a triangular stool that was about to catch up with his height, and ran out of the side door quickly, following him. Behind them were a group of uneasy freshmen, their eyes aimed at every corner of the auditorium, and every gaze was full of curiosity, no different from any freshman at Hogwarts.

"Kaka!" The sound of flashing lights came from the corner of the auditorium. If there was anything different about this new class, it was the addition of a Muggle reporter who had never been in the castle.

Flitwick first placed the new student beside the stage, waving his wand and placing the triangular stool in the center. Even such a simple floating spell was enough to amaze the little wizards who had just obtained the wand.

"You wait here for me."

After a while, Flitwick ran back with a swearing torn hat. He waved his wand, and a line of delicate stairs appeared on the edge of the stage. Flitwick stepped on the stairs and stepped onto the stage, placing the Sorting Hat in the triangle. on the bench, and then he jumped down and stood in front of the little wizards' line.

"Cough cough!"

The Sorting Hat coughed vigorously, and glanced at the freshman standing at his feet with drooping eyelids.

"It can actually talk!"

"Does coughing count as talking? If it counts, the mice in my house can talk too."

Listening to the impolite remarks of the freshman, the Sorting Hat with a keen hearing could not wait to assign him directly to Azkaban.

"What about trolls?" a freshman whispered. "Didn't we say we need to fight trolls during the sorting ceremony?"

"It's a classicist rumor..." Flitwick smiled knowingly in his heart, but he quickly put away his expression, turned around, and looked at the freshman seriously, "Quiet, get ready for the sorting ceremony."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sorting Hat, which was getting worse and worse, sang.

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Maybe you are worried about the current situation

But let me say, it's nothing unusual

As a hat that lives a thousand years

I've been through far more twists and turns than you've heard

Before Hogwarts was founded

wizards live among muggles

They don't have anything to do with each other

Only when magic has pity on lucky people

But luck is not willing to favor forever

Children of wizard families have elder care

But those children who live in the city

They tasted the cruelty of magic early

There are four great wizards who don't want to see flowers wither

They come together to give peace to buds and shoots

They don't want to see the bud being persecuted because of magic

Untaught sprouts lose their lives due to out-of-control magic

Slytherin says:

I have a castle,

One is not enough to protect the world,

But a castle big enough for children to have a place to stay

Ravenclaw says:

I have infinite knowledge,

Although not enough to change the world,

But enough for them to learn something to master magic

Hufflepuff said:

I will teach them what love is,

Let the disputes cease, tomorrow comes,

We can't avoid hatred and disagreement, but wizards need love in their hearts

Gryffindor said:

I will give them courage,

A brave man who fears no danger,

My student union has the courage to draw a sword against injustice, punish evil and promote good

Four witches and wizards hit it off and set up a school by the Black Lake

This is us, the original prototype of Hogwarts

There were still many Muggles in the villages of Hogsmeade at that time.

Everyone lives together in harmony and peace

Wise Slytherin worried about unarmed children

He proposes closing schools, keeping wizards and muggles apart

The proposal was opposed by three others

He left me and left first

It's a tragedy,

The four who were originally close as brothers and sisters fell apart

In the end, only me, who inherited their ideas, is left

Waiting here, from day to night

Three hundred years ago, it was another tragedy

We had to separate from our friends who stayed with us day and night

Until now, we meet again

It's not what it used to be, it's not what it used to be

You need to remember the teachings of the four founders

Remember the original purpose of Hogwarts

We will only irrigate you with knowledge of magic

But the quality of life will only grow in your heart

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"Students whose names are called, please come on stage!"

Flitwick was calling out to the new-born, most of them unaware that the forced rhyme just told a long history, and in fact, their hearts were full of the magic of tomorrow.

"Lee Boston!"

The freshman who was called by Flitwick was stunned for a few seconds. After his name was called for the second time, a black guy stumbled onto the podium, his soles were weak and he looked extremely scared. He had just been discussing trolls in the team. It was him, his expression now as if he was afraid that a troll would jump out of the Sorting Hat and break him in two.

"Oh... this year's good start," the Sorting Hat exclaimed as soon as it touched his scalp, "Gryffindor!"

With cheers erupting from the long red and gold table, this year's sorting ceremony began.

"It's a pity that there are no students with the surname a this year."

"Hannah Abbott doesn't come every year after all."

"Who is that? Is there still such a number one in the Aibo family?"

Tom sat on the first seat of the long Slytherin table with his head hooked, and even the first-year freshman didn't have the heart to pay attention. In his left and right hands sat Nelson, who was as usual, and Alphard, who was constantly sneezing. In the song of the Sorting Hat, it was like a drum sneeze, and the smell of fishy lake mixed with water and grass silt permeated the long table of Slytherin, and even slowly spread to the Ravenclaw next door, sitting on the table. From time to time, Professor Slughorn on the long table of the staff glanced at the three people who didn't let him worry, and looked at the black lump of water plants tangled in Alphard's hair, and his face became more and more stinky. .

In order to prevent the three scuffled together in the water from embarrassing Slytherin when they climbed out of the water, Professor Slughorn asked Ogg to drive the boat away first, and finally the three emerged from the water. Looking at the empty Black Lake, at least they "swam" back to the castle with their own magical powers, but this unique meeting ceremony still made the teachers and students of the school relish for a long time, so that until now some people look at them from time to time, showing their understanding smile.

"What's the matter? Sla... Horace," Mag still didn't get used to calling the former teacher's name, she twisted for a long time, and said with a stern face, holding back a smile, "This is their last year, stay here. Some interesting memories are still very good, I remember when I graduated a few years ago, I also rode a broom around the castle."

"Why are their funny memories based on my pain?" Professor Slughorn covered his face with his hands, and his full cheeks were wrinkled because of the ugly, "I feel that this year's freshmen I don't want to come to Slytherin anymore, let's compare the future Academy Cup, don't look for me."

"Horace, there's no need to think so," Dumbledore smiled and winked in the direction of the two. "Thinking back to when we entered the school, it was obvious that the more interesting academies were more attractive, Miller. Look, there are a lot of guys in Gryffindor who are ready to go, and I think there should be more lake projects in their after-school life this year."

Professor Slughorn's face stretched out, but this time it was McGonagall's turn to suffer. As a graduate of Gryffindor, as the head of Gryffindor, no one knew these little lions better than her. How restless they were.

"I think we should consider studying Muggle Eton and give Ogg a whip..."

"It's not going to be..."

…

As the last freshman joined Hufflepuff's long table, people's eyes gradually shifted from the Sorting Hat, which was carried away by Flitwick, to Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center of the long staff table.

His smile was difficult to cover even with heavily fogged lenses, and he happily swept around the students and clapped his hands.

"You have to listen to my nasty headmaster before enjoying your dinner."

No one finds him annoying, and no one finds him nagging. Instead, the freshmen are fond of this principal who has only seen the signature on the admission letter.

"Someone must have noticed that there are many more members of Mr. Ogg's list of prohibited items," Dumbledore exclaimed, "because there have been many toys from London in Diagon Alley recently, although they are not low in interest, But it may have an impact on the teaching order. I noticed that many people were holding them when getting off the bus. You have to say goodbye to your new baby temporarily. After the dinner, the prefects of each college will collect them. Store it in the newly vacated warehouse in the basement and pick it up during the holidays."

There was a wailing from the long table of the students, and it was obvious that they were very reluctant to give up these new things.

Nelson didn't know where to find a list, and quickly swept through the dazzling names on it. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he didn't find what he wanted.

"With the repeal of secrecy laws, the Ministry of Magic, after discussions with the Muggle government, realized that each other could learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. With the efforts of all parties, wizards have a broader employment environment, but we need to learn has become more knowledgeable," Dumbledore continued, "this year we will make Muggle Studies a compulsory subject for Years 1 to 7, and add three Muggle-related electives, as everything is still In the process of groping, so I did not inform you in the timetable in advance. The relevant temporary teaching materials will be provided by the school. Professor Abdullah Rahman sincerely invites Muggle-born students and students who have an understanding of this aspect to assist him in editing Teaching materials, if you are interested, you can submit your application in the mailbox at the door of the Muggle Studies classroom by October."

"Also, allow me to reiterate the important school rules..."

After a long and short speech, Dumbledore sat down, raised his knife and fork, and rang the bell beside him.

"Enjoy your dinner!"

…

"The baboons still know how to be embarrassed, three people, in front of the teachers and students of the whole school, and let people see, bah! Disgusting! You can wait for this kind of thing at night, even if you dig a swimming pool, it won't take much effort, even if Sneaking, it's like a baboon, and it's not as good as a baboon!"

After the dinner, the three people who were going to sneak away from the side door were caught by Professor Slughorn. He hugged the three of them and cursed with a twisted expression, "And let the teachers and students of the school remember you all. His heroic deeds, in one sentence, disgusting!"

"Who did it? I promise not to punish him!" Professor Slughorn lowered his voice, pinched the backs of Tom and Alphard's neck, and asked fiercely, "If I can find out who planned this With a special welcome ceremony for new students, I will definitely-"

"It's him."

"It's him!"

Tom and Nelson raised their hands almost at the same time, pointing to each other, and Alphard, who was a beat slower, had just raised his arm, sliding his fingers between the smiling Nelson and the calm Tom, feeling his own The fingers seemed to be being pulled by two locomotives, pulling them in opposite directions.

Tom couldn't help looking at Nelson, just in line with the look he cast, the two frowned, and couldn't help but increase their strength.

Professor Slughorn raised his eyebrows and noticed that the magic powers of Nelson and Tom were fighting on Alphard's fingers, although he had a little hope in his heart that "if Alphard's finger is broken, it should be a lot less". , but as a teacher, he still waved his sleeves and let the strength of Alphard's fingertips disappear.

At this moment, Alphard's finger was pointing right between Nelson and Tom. Nelson shrugged his shoulders, his neck collapsed, one finger pointed at Tom, and the other reached the straw in his arms. Tom smiled politely at Alphard, but looked at him. Got a chill on the back of his neck.

"Very well, the minority is the majority, Mr. Black, tell me who is the real culprit."

Professor Slughorn put his hand on the top of Alphard's head, gritted his teeth, glared at Alphard and said, "Professor McGonagall just proposed to give Mr. Auger a whip that is enough to punish you, I don't think graduates can be allowed to Leaving campus with regret."

Alphard's gaze shuttled back and forth between the three of them, and finally, with a bitter face, bent his arms, and pointed at himself.

"It's me... Professor, I planned it."

"Really? You planned a show of throwing yourself into the water and dragging the two of them in."

"Actually it's just a—"

"That being the case, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Professor Slughorn waved his hand and said, "The three of you are one-to-one-to-one, and the three of you will be punished together, let me think about it..."

"Horace, I have a good place," Dumbledore's voice suddenly interjected into the conversation, he smiled at Alphard, and said, "You look so handsome when you take off, I personally like you very much. the parabola."

"Albus..." Professor Slughorn raised his hand feebly.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Dumbledore looked at Nelson and Tom and blinked, "Professor Rahman has a very busy job, but it takes a lot of time for students to go from signing up to helping out, you guys Go and help him, two weeks is enough for him to wait until the assistant coach."

"But the whip..."

"Horace, for Merlin's sake, forget about those whips."

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