My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh? Legilimency? You hate him so much?"

"Don't you hate it for you?"

Krell folded his chest with both hands, and the short limbs of two beetles stretched out from his armpits, waving their teeth and claws. This bizarre scene shocked Ogden's jaw. He said resentfully: "I think you should understand how a wizard like me who lives by craftsmanship will end up as an apprentice. It's ridiculous."

"You really hid two hands... Can't you tell the joints in them?" Ogden regained his composure, he pointed to Austria on the file, and said with a disdainful face, "If you are so naive, I'm afraid it was already a corpse in Austria."

"I agree, so what? Legilimency is the most intuitive—"

"I'll leave this pen to you, you can write whatever comes to your mind," Ogden took two steps back. For Aurors, not easily setting foot in the spiritual realm is also a creed that needs to be kept in mind at all times. After all, the enemy's It's not just the truth they want to find in their minds, "Don't play tricks, we have countless ways to verify your honesty."

"I understand," Krell nodded, tapped the back of his hand on his chest, the chitin shells collided, making a heavy "bang," "by the way, I need some medicine, otherwise in this situation Come on, I can't write well, but if I rashly disarm the magic... I'm afraid I don't have a few pieces of internal organs right now."

"I need to ask my superiors about this," Ogden nodded. "As long as the information you provided is useful, is there anything else to add?"

Krel was silent for a moment, then raised his head and asked:

"By the way, that tailor's shop—"

"What's the matter? You're not still thinking of that girl, are you? I can tell you that I just applied to the ministry for direct protection there."

"There... was there no protection before?"

"You think the British Aurors are food buckets? Will you let a werewolf walk in with you struttingly? You're just in time for his lunch break?" Ogden got a little impatient. "What else do you suddenly remember? Is there anything important you haven't explained?"

"I..." Krell's eyes flashed past those breathtaking red eyes in the dim tailor's shop, remembering the silver bullet that hit Fritz Hallmann a second before he escaped. Light beam, an inexplicable heart palpitations came to mind, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing."

"boom."

The door closed again, and Krel curled up on the chair, forming a golden ball like a real beetle. His back stretched evenly with his breathing. After a while, he suddenly let out a piercing laugh.

…

"How about this broom? What do you think? Will it be practical and beautiful?"

In the spell class on Thursday, Tom and Nelson hid behind Alphard with their heads bowed, holding a picture book in their hands.

"Good design is generally beautiful," Nelson said eloquently, as if he were a professional Quidditch player of the highest caliber, "you know, when the practical aspects of design are perfected, they Set your sights on a new plus point for looks."

"I get it, you're saying that it's right to pick the one that looks good, right?"

"How do I know? I can tell you a hundred feints or tactics, but no matter what kind of broom I'm on, I'm wobbly," Nelson said, curling his lips. "Harry Potter was free on his broom. Fly freely and my broom can only be used to clear the garbage."

"Harry Potter?" Tom squinted his eyes, and after a while, he turned his head and said, "Why do I think the 'wandering on any broom' you said is also full of moisture?"

Nelson looked a little out of breath, but before he had the attack, Flitwick, who was pacing in the aisle, had come to the two of them, interrupting the possible accusation.

"Nelson, what do you think of the combined magic spell instant release technique we just talked about?"

"You are very detailed, Professor."

"Listen to the class carefully. You sit up straight in class. If I can't see your face, then you're deserting."

Flitwick tapped Nelson's head lightly with his wand, and resumed waving his wand to demonstrate to his classmates, pacing away.

Nelson and Tom sat up straight and listened carefully to Flitwick's lecture.

The time for a spell class passed quickly, and Flitwick stood in front of the podium, announcing the get out of class, but just like after the first Transfiguration class of the semester, the brains of the seventh graders were overwhelmed by the knowledge far beyond the sixth grade. It was so full that he forgot to leave for a while, Flitwick smiled, jumped off the chair behind the lectern, walked to the door lightly, closed the door lightly and left, after a while , Those students who didn't listen to the class well and just raised their heads from their sleep noticed that their professor was gone, and happily called friends and friends, ready to enjoy more interesting spare time.

"I think the two of them are really born to be professors," Tom, who finally left, said to Nelson, "It's been a long time since I came to teach, and now I'm better than some old professors. I don't know if I can do it in the future. to be like them."

"They put a lot of effort into it," Nelson said. "As far as I know, when Minerva was preparing for her first class last year, despite the help of Professor Dumbledore, it took her a whole week to figure out what she wanted to do. Say what."

"I know," Tom shook his head, "you should know that Professor Mellas is going to retire."

"He really should have retired a long time ago," Nelson said with a light tut, "I don't have to discuss the professor's teaching level in person, but I feel that Professor Melles is more suitable for going home earlier. I have heard from Mr. Black that the position of professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts has always been very sensitive at Hogwarts, because if you are not careful, this position may become a professor of the dark arts, just like Durmstrang. Same."

Gu Gu </span> "You are right."

"In addition to the years when Professor Melles returned to school, wizards all over the world were in a bit of chaos. Many families in the UK began to respect Durmstrang's educational model, and there was even a proposal to relax the constraints of black magic," Nelson said. He explained, "So the Ministry of Magic recommended a moderate professor to take charge of this area of ​​teaching. After all, there is no more meaningless course than a textbook, but for them, they would rather do nothing than do it. No, I'm not saying that Professor Mellas is mediocre, but I think if it's just reading the textbook and giving unlimited A's according to the paper, why not let us study on our own? Do you remember the last time we went to Filius' duel club to play , as a result, a large group of fifth and sixth grade students can't understand an iron armor spell."

"Yes, but this kind of teaching content also made my scalp tingle. When I started school, I asked Professor Melles if he needed a teaching assistant. He saw that I was very enthusiastic and quickly agreed."

"Like Muggle Studies?"

"No, it's easier than that, but it's much less interesting," said Tom, shaking his head. "He showed me the lecture notes he prepared and corrected some omissions. In fact, he proofread the contents of the lecture notes in the textbook. I'm exhausted by doing this, and if this is Defence Against the Dark Arts, I'd rather go to Diagon Alley to rent a stall and sell potatoes."

"I think this is also a solution," Nelson laughed. "Professor Mellas may have been rigid in his post, and gradually lived like a gramophone. Since you always wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Professor, then you should think about how to change all of this.”

"I thought about it," the two of them walked to the door, Tom pushed open the door, turned his head and said, "but I always feel that if the students are really taught about the dark magic as I imagined, it is difficult to guarantee that Defense Against the Dark Arts will not end up in the end. Become the dark magic class that the Ministry of Magic fears."

"I thought the Dark Lord was going to bathe the whole world in the glory of black magic."

Nelson smiled and pushed Tom's shoulder, "Come on, I'm starving to death."

"Okay," Tom raised his legs and walked out of the classroom, but immediately bumped into the person standing outside the door. His body fell forward due to inertia, and was pulled by Nelson. , "Who is it?"

"Yes...it's me." Nelson silently said "oh roar" in his heart. It was such a coincidence that Christian stood awkwardly at the door, but after being glared at by Tom, she straightened her chest and fought back with more fierce eyes. Go back, "My next class is here!"

"Curse class?" Seeing that the atmosphere between them became tense again, Nelson reluctantly held Tom's shoulders, squeezed between the two, and asked with a smile.

"Of course, will there be other professors here?"

"Of course not," Nelson shrugged, "I thought you would go to the Forbidden Forest. I read the Malfoy class schedule in our college before, and the Fantastic Beasts class is in the next session. I remember you seem to have chosen it. This class, it looks like I remembered it wrong."

"We don't have classes with Slytherins, we're with Hufflepuffs," Christian said, shaking his head, "and they say they're afraid that Gryffindor and Slytherin will fight in that open environment, disturbing Fantastic Beasts... Have you read my class schedule specifically?"

"I want to look at it, but what do I think?" Nelson shrugged, took a quill from his bag and stuffed it into Christian's hand with a smile, "Of course Tom told me, by the way, When I was a teaching assistant before, the professor gave us a few pens that can write our own biographies. Tom and I copied one. It should be useful for your homework. I don't think any Gryffindor would like to lie on the table and keep writing. work?"

Christian took the pen in a daze. She didn't understand why Nelson suddenly became so attentive, but on second thought, he had always been enthusiastic, and it was only when he stayed with the stinky Tom that he was implicated.

"You can try," Nelson rubbed Christian's head. The tabloid cap had long since faded, and only the badge on it was still shining. Christian seemed to have found a new hobby. There were a few more Nelson's on the brim The badge he knew, as his palm swiped, the faded newsboy cap became brightly colored again, "Haha, it's so tall... If you have any questions you don't understand academically, please feel free to ask us."

"I... will." Compared with when she was a child, Christian has made a 180-degree turn. At that time, she was very natural when facing Nelson, but now she becomes nervous. Of course, when she learned that she was actually After being called Lola Riddle, her rigid relationship with Tom has not been eased. These Nelson are watching, but they are too lazy to care about these messes.

"We still have something to do, let's go first," Nelson said as he walked around the corridor with a smile, "Bella asked me some time ago what color sweater you like, and I ordered a red one for you."

"Yeah." Christian lowered his head and responded, bypassing Tom, as if bypassing a pillar, and ran into the classroom.

"Tom, you see she's so tall. I remember it only reached my waist before."

"Yes," Tom glanced at Christian's back, turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, "I feel that it is really difficult for me to communicate with these young people, and I don't understand what they are thinking."

"They? Who else?"

"Just her."

"This is a young man? I thought you were as old as Professor Binns, not to mention that you are too few like this, you are alone, you will not be able to communicate? "

"I don't need to communicate with other people either, it's boring," Tom grabbed a little Gryffindor who was trying to throw a big **** on the head of his comrade in the stairwell, scared him, let him go, and turned to Nelson Said, "Originally, as long as she does everything I have arranged for her, she can live a very relaxed and happy life and become an excellent and decent person, but this girl always has some ideas of her own. With her rambunctious temperament, whether she can graduate safely or not is a question, and it's really different from me."

"Have you ever thought that without you, she wouldn't be like this?"

"You mean it's my fault?"

"Of course not, I just think, you might as well look at yourself, at least in terms of what you said, it's exactly the same as Christian."

"I don't know what? Maybe," Tom pouted, "but at least I'm not crazy enough to do those little things."

"Small move? What did she do?"

"She has the Oblivion Charm mark I left on her body, from the night we first went to the Muggle Studies classroom to lock up," Tom narrowed his eyes. "I should have thought it was her, you Do you have any American friends who can find out what Professor Sykes is doing now?"

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