My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"So you are here."

After the doorbell rang for two seconds, the lock of the door was unscrewed, Tom pushed open the door with a large long box, and walked in, "I heard that the question mark is crazy, but you are not here, and asked Deng. Bridor, he told me you went back to Jonas' house...Are you sick? Draw the curtains and light the fireplace in the summer."

Tom was almost blasted out by the heat wave in the house. He covered his mouth and nose and waved his sleeves. With a crisp sound of "thorn", the curtains slid open to himself, and the sunlight came from the open windows. When the outside light came in, Tom wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaned the box with the broom in his hand against the door frame, did not close the door behind him, and walked straight towards Nelson.

"I saw that the fireplace hasn't burned in a long time."

"Charles I's gallows haven't been used for a long time," Tom pouted, took out the unlimited refill of Coke that Nelson had left on the stand, and took off a withered flower in the flowerpot on the table. He put the straw into the cup and sipped it "ton ton ton". He rolled his eyes at Nelson and said sarcastically, "I suggest you go to the street and catch two lucky tourists to hang."

"This is different," Nelson looked at Tom, who was still sweating on his forehead, smiled and shook his head, handing over an ice bucket, "A fireplace is a daily necessities, and more emphasis is placed on practicality."

"Hmph," Tom took the ice bucket and stuffed the bottle in his hand, "why don't you just put out the fire instead of giving me the ice bucket?"

Tom did not pursue further questions, and talked about another matter.

"I just went to Dumbledore to ask where you were going. Adele's broom is too long to fit, so I'll apply to come to London by the way," Tom said mysteriously, "he The armor at the door of the office saw that it was me, so he put me in directly, by the way, he asked me to tell you that it is best to use fruit wax when you wax him... Guess I watched it in Dumbledore's office to whom?"

"Sigmund?"

"It's—" Tom said, raising an eyebrow, "yes, it's him, do you know what he's here for? Wasn't this old boy Grindelwald all along?"

"Grindelwald isn't role-playing all the time," Nelson shook his head. "Headmaster Sigmund came to London this time to prepare for the funeral."

"Funeral?" Tom said sternly. "Whose funeral?"

"Ludwig is dead."

"Who?"

"Ludwig Kant," repeated Nelson, "your opponent in the Triwizard Tournament."

Tom pulled out a chair, his expression as usual, he didn't seem to be touched by the news, but his slightly frozen movements revealed his inner unrest, Tom was stunned for half a second, as if thinking about Ludwig. Who is Kant? After a while, he regained his composure, pulled out his chair and sat up, turned his head to look at Nelson, and asked, "I remember that he is still young and has no serious illness, is it a sudden illness? Did I hear it wrong? His grandfather died?"

"He died by a wand," Nelson shook his head, "like a Muggle by a bullet, and Dumbledore watched as his chest was pierced by the spell, falling into nine and three quarters. platform."

He put his hand on the table, where there lay the parchment of Ludwig's last life, hidden in the light of the flame from Tom to see, and Nelson rubbed his finger on the parchment's final period. , pushed it towards Tom.

"See for yourself."

Tom nodded, took the parchment, and read it carefully.

"My previous concept was a bit wrong,"

"These people are really..." Tom put the parchment back on the table, pursing his lips and frowning.

"So you see why I light the fireplace?"

"Sorry, I still don't quite understand how it works."

"Oh, my question," Nelson twitched his lips and smiled, putting his feet off the coffee table, ignoring Tom's "I should take a picture for Bella to see" and turning to look at the burning Compared with the warm orange light of burning pine wood in ordinary fireplaces, this flame is undoubtedly much more dazzling, even after the curtains are drawn, it is still dazzling, "I forgot to tell you."

After that, he took out his wand, and tiny water droplets appeared around his palm, and finally formed a round pure water ball at the tip of the wand. , the flames were extinguished with a rustling sound, but the light in the fireplace grew more and more dazzling.

Tom looked intently, but could only see the steaming steam from which the water had evaporated. In the gaps of the steam, a faint sound of electric light burst into his ears, and he even felt his cheeks becoming numb as it gradually became wet. With a wave of his wand, a light breeze blew the vapor away, revealing embers glistening in the fireplace.

A spear that Tom was all too familiar with, and had been used by Nelson for many things, was stuck on either side of the fireplace, and the swift brontosaurus circled around the spear, piercing the air from time to time, bursting out dazzling arcs, only A touch of green was so dazzling that Tom rubbed his eyes, almost not recognizing what it was.

He looked intently and saw an extremely weak figure lingering on the barrel of the silver spear. This translucent green shadow reminded him of Professor Binns in the history of magic class. It seemed to be a state of soul, but In common sense, the soul that cannot be touched by physical objects is penetrated by the spear. The complicated carvings on the gun barrel are sinister and sinister barbs to the enemy. , but was tightly bound by the surrounding arc, so that the captured soul could not die.

"His—" Tom made an intractable inhalation sound. In order to verify his conjecture, he waved his wand, and a small black translucent snake emerged from the gap in the floor, dexterously sliding in the arc, and finally jumped to the On the green figure, he bit a piece. After confirming that it was the soul, Tom looked at Nelson and asked, "Where did you get such a guy?"

"This is the dark wizard that the grandfather who controlled Ludwig killed him," Nelson explained. "I just got him."

"Then you move really fast." Tom showed no sympathy. "Kill him to pay homage to Ludwig?"

"He's the leader of the rogue gang who can help us solve the problem that has plagued Ludwig in Prussia, and that's the problem that bothers me."

"Didn't you promise Dumbledore to ignore these things?" Tom asked, but soon he couldn't help laughing again. "No, you're not that kind of person."

"I've been at Hogwarts, what's the matter?" Nelson replied solemnly. "It's an internal affair, Tom, but I'd like you to do me a favor."

Gu Tiao </span> "He will write his autobiography with peace of mind," Tom glanced at his soul, the little snake opened a **** mouth that was many times bigger than its head and even its body, and swallowed him in one bite. The belly quickly swelled into a struggling human shape, but the struggle soon ceased, and the little snake burped, returned to its original size, slipped through the cracks in the floor tiles, and said, "Use his best writing. "

"Prussia doesn't exist in any preset model. It has a sneaky pusher behind it." Nelson pulled out a bottle of fruit wine that Jonas had hidden from under the coffee table, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it together. In the cup, hand Tom a cup, "To Ludwig Kant."

"To Ludwig Kant."

"Wait, I suddenly found a problem." After drinking the last sip from the bottom of the glass, Tom turned his head and looked at the fluttering hair on top of Nelson's head, his eyes gradually narrowed, "Why are you taller than me? I didn't pay attention before, is it because you have long body and short legs?"

"…"

The doubts in Tom's eyes became more and more, he glanced at Nelson's sitting position, and his eyes stayed on the box Nelson was sitting on.

"What's sitting under your ass?" Tom sighed in relief. "Is that a broken box that Dumbledore gave you?"

"It's a gift from a friend," Nelson stood up, found the worn notebook from the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and threw it to Tom, the pages spread like butterfly wings in the air, dusting the dusty The words trembled into the light, "A complete book of black magic, to be precise, a complete book of black magic devoted to the study of Grindelwald."

"A friend? Studying Grindelwald?" Tom stretched out his hand, grabbed the notebook, and asked suspiciously, "It can't be Dumbledore? Is he finally going to use black magic to defeat black magic?"

"Why do you think it's Dumbledore?" Nelson spread his hands and asked rhetorically.

"Who else is so keen on research besides him—" Tom opened the notebook in his hand and glanced at first, but soon, he didn't even bother to finish speaking, his eyes and expressions became serious.

"People who are keen to study Grindelwald may not be concerned about him, but may also be trying to beat him," Nelson said. "I'm afraid it really is a possibility."

Tom did not answer Nelson's words, but just stared at the pages intently. After an unknown amount of time, he finally read the contents of the first few pages and turned to the page where the black magic was recorded. He would read the first few pages carefully. , but quickly began to skip reading until the letter on the last page fell into his sight.

Finally, he closed the notebook and let out a long sigh, "It's actually your handwriting!"

"How do you feel? Tom."

"Damn it," Tom was silent for a moment, then shook his fist, "you did what I've always wanted to do."

"What? A knife for Grindelwald?"

Tom shook his head, did not speak, and after a moment of silence, he carefully placed the notebook on the table and asked, "Is this thing believable? In case it was forged by Dumbledore, or even give it to Dumbledore Lido's forged..."

Seeing that the story was about to enter an endless loop of Russian nesting dolls, Tom was the first to refute himself: "Don't add entities if you don't have to, what am I talking about?"

Nelson stretched out his hand and poked at the notebook, and under the pressure, the Lost Mist was squeezed out of the gap between the papers.

"The text on this notebook is not written with a pen, but using Transfiguration to permanently change the nature of the paper, although the notebook has been wandering for an unknown amount of time, making the magic thin, and there is a stench of black magic. , but this is indeed my technique," Nelson let go and lay back on the back of the sofa, "but I suspect that during the time of this notebook's birth, Grindelwald had given me a mental-depressing drug for a long time, otherwise I would It's impossible to make such a bizarre decision."

"You're starting again." Tom smiled sideways.

"I'm learning from the past," Nelson defended. "After all, Jokunda Sykes surreptitiously threw a scorpion in my bag, and it led to—"

"Since there is a lesson from the past, why is there a failure to follow?" Tom interrupted Nelson's defense and said with a smile, "I thought that with your wisdom, after being poisoned once, it would be impossible in this life. Poisoned, after all, you told Alastor Moody to bring your own drinks to prevent others from plotting against it."

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"So that's your own decision, right?" Tom patted Nelson on the shoulder with an outstretched arm. "Lord Narindelwald."

It was obvious that he sneered at everything described in this notebook. After all, when he saw the sentence "The girl I saved in America went to Ifamoni", he knew that even if it was true, The authors of the notes also parted ways with Nelson at least when they traveled to the US to trouble Second Salem.

"Maybe it was the time when you were surrounded by the lackeys of the Magical Congress of the United States, that Grindelwald was already influencing you." Tom commented, "If this is true, I think it should be renamed "The Legend of the Savior Tom Riddle". ",What do you think?"

"Indeed, if that's true," Nelson said with a wry smile, "then the only thing I can call the right decision would be to send this note to the past... no, it should be sent to the future for him."

"If what is said here is true, then this notebook may have drifted in time for an unknown number of times..." Tom rubbed the cover of the notebook and analyzed, "Judging from the degree of damage, we are probably not The first person to see it."

"Time Changer..."

"Actually, I think the time converter is quite unreasonable."

"why?"

"You think about the story you told me before, the imaginary future where I fell into madness after losing my hair," Tom pouted, thinking, "Since so many people want to deal with me, why doesn't Dumbledore Why don't you just use the time-turner to go back to 1938 or even earlier, and quietly stab me in the throat while I'm still imagining that I'm a supernatural person at the West City Orphanage?"

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