My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Riddle, please turn a little to the right."

Compared with the past, there were more strange people on the shore of Heihu Lake on weekends, as well as some strange equipment and scenery. A white curtain was opened by two temporarily cut pine trees and hung on the lakeside. There are some pictures that are very different from the surrounding environment, and the young Muggle reporter Wallace is standing in the distance, standing with a group of professors, watching the action of the group of wizards with curiosity.

"To the right?"

Tom looked a little restrained. Under the guidance of the staff, he took two steps to the right. He was wearing a black robe that seemed simple but implied mystery. The obsidian button is hidden in the dark color of the robe, but it can always show its luster when the light is on. The slim robe outlines the tall and straight figure of the young man, but it is not tight to the spirit, but in the When it reaches the crotch, it loosens the restraint, and the hem that is as loose as an ordinary fat man is dragged to the ground and swaying gently in the breeze. If some gold is added to it, it is enough to be a gorgeous dress worn by a certain princess and crown prince when he ascends the throne. .

The tone of pure black is a bit too depressing, but the shades embellished on his chest add a touch of bright color to his dress just right. The dark red gemstones seem to have fire and blood flowing. Already pale, he looked like a terrifying vampire or a black-and-white photograph.

"That's right, a little further to the right."

"I'm already very far to the right." Tom raised his chin in dissatisfaction, staring at the noisy guy who was gesturing in front of him with his nostrils.

"Yes! That's it!" The wizard standing opposite him clapped his hands vigorously, "Yes! Just look here with your nostrils, this is what you want!"

The curtain behind Tom suddenly burst into color, which was different from the movie-like projection in Wallace's imagination. It started from a little black in the center of the curtain, and spread out rapidly like a cloud, and gradually became thinner. In the process, various colors were separated. Soon, the colors that belonged to the plane protruded out, completely breaking away from the shackles of the curtain, and congealing blocks of color floating in the air behind Tom. These solid color blocks Transforming, combining, and dividing each other without human control, forming richer and more realistic colors, and soon, a group of tense-faced, wand-holding blurred figures appeared behind Tom, and they surrounded Tom, Even if there is no one in front of you, it creates a sense of being surrounded.

The faces of these people are getting clearer, but it seems to protect the right to portrait, they are not so clearly distinguishable, even the badge pinned to the chest has become blurred and abstract, but you can just see one that was used by the Magical Congress of the United States. represented by the eagle.

"Puchi-" Professor Slughorn couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Professor Slughorn, what's wrong?" Wallace asked curiously.

"This old boy Able is really bad, but I like it," Professor Slughorn said with a stiff stomach and a smirk, "Did you see those figures? He reproduced the Magic Congress of the United States. The wizard besieging Tom."

"America? Magic Congress? Siege?" Wallace asked subconsciously, pulling out his stenograph. Just a few words contained huge information he had never heard of before. He realized that the scene Tom was in at the moment showed a big The incident, I couldn't wait to ask, "Can you talk about it?"

"Hahaha, Aibo once went to the Magical Congress of the United States to promote their family's chocolate frogs, and then was humiliated severely, and by the way plagiarized his products and launched the American Banana Little Yellow Chicken, you have eaten it. Chocolate frog, right?" Professor Slughorn looked at Wallace and continued to explain after seeing him nodding, but he was obviously wrong, thinking that Wallace was asking why the old boy was bad. Thoroughly, "The little yellow banana chicken is a banana-flavored white chocolate, bulging, and flying. Aibo was so angry that he scolded the United States for six months after returning to the UK, so he was so prominent in the picture. The hallmark of the Magical Congress, which is showing their scars over and over again."

"I don't think you'd mind telling me what Mr. Riddle's scene represents."

"Oh, of course, this was a world-shattering event before, and the Magical Congress of the United States secretly funded an anti-wizard—"

"Cough cough." Mag frowned and coughed twice.

"Are you all right? Minerva, I heard that people can easily catch a cold when the seasons change. I'll make you a pot of potion at night," Professor Slughorn turned his head and looked at McGonagall with concern. He continued, "This anti-wizard organization is called Second Salem. You can go to the Second Salem Memorial Park outside Boston to see its history. I think Muggles should like this kind of Dragon Quest very much. The story of Second Salem, ostensibly anti-Wizard, but actually benefiting from the Magical Congress of America—"

"Cough!" This time it was Flitwick who coughed.

"Felius, have you been infected by Minerva? Is it the flu? Cough..." Affected by the two, Professor Slughorn began to cough, "What's the matter? Is there any pollen around? ? I heard that allergies are easy to induce when the seasons change, and when I first came to teach at Hogwarts, one unlucky child was allergic to the dust in the air!"

"Horace, I think you should give Mr. Wallace a good introduction to the latest magic of wizard portraits." Dumbledore appeared behind Professor Slughorn, interrupting his mouthful behavior, "knowing the future Competitors are necessary, aren't you, Mr. Wallace?"

"Ah, yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"We don't have the intention to hide it, but the Second Salem is indeed a relatively extreme organization, and even some of its after-effects still have an impact on our world at the moment. I think as journalists, in addition to reporting Outside of news, there should be a standard in mind to measure whether news should be made public," Dumbledore nodded to Wallace and said, "Some of their actions are appalling. It is inevitable that some extremists who do not know the truth and have prejudices will imitate them, which may pose a threat to the safety of Hogwarts students. As the headmaster of the school, this is not what I want to see."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Wallace was a little unwilling, but had to admit that Dumbledore was right, he nodded and remained silent.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wallace, I have not deprived you of the right to know the truth," Dumbledore smiled, "I went to a small meeting last weekend. It has been nearly half a year since the secrecy law was repealed. The situation in the UK Not bad, we agreed that it's time to get in touch with our compatriots who don't know magic. The fifteen snacks that will be released on the 1st of next month, including chocolate frogs, are the earliest stepping stones. These products have passed through. The carefully selected ones contain some images or words such as pictures. You can recognize many famous great wizards in history and their achievements. The efficiency of this recognition is extremely high. In our social structure, After the operation mode and other major contents are completely disclosed, there is no need to worry about sensitive contents like Second Salem. I can even allow the witnesses of this event to take you to the one mentioned by Professor Slughorn. Look at the Second Salem Victims Memorial Park, there seems to be a group of people like you, but a few steps earlier."

"Really?" Wallace's eyes lit up.

"Yes," Dumbledore smiled, looking around, "America is much more open to non-wizards, thanks to their long-term efforts."

While the group was chatting, Tom had already posed according to the requirements of the wizard on the opposite side. He raised his arms to his chest, pointed his wand at the wizard on the opposite side, and still raised his head slightly, maintaining the manner of looking at people with his nostrils. Said Gu Can sadly

"Mr. Riddle is so..." Seeing Tom's arrogant expression, Wallace said in a stunned manner. Although Tom on the train was also very rude to him, it was not to this extent.

"Tom has always been humble," said Professor Slughorn patiently, looking at Dumbledore, after making sure he wasn't talking, "it's just that he doesn't have magic like most of the other wizards on Chocolate Frogs. Achievement in practice or research, he is famous for the big thing I mentioned earlier, but the most commendable is his fighting ability, so this posture is very reasonable, such as the founding of Gryffindor Man, the greatest duel master in British history, Godric Gryffindor is like holding a sword in one hand and a wand in the other, I can give you one when I turn back, I have fifteen Gryffindors."

"thank you."

"What's more, the wizard in the portrait just provoked Tom, which made him so unhappy. He is not usually like this."

"I understand, it's like Yusuf Cash grabbed Churchill's cigar and angered him in order to take a picture of Churchill's majesty, and captured the moment." Wallace came to the spirit and nodded. said.

"Who is that?"

"my idol!"

"Oh...it should be about the same."

"But will this affect the model too much, after all portraits are—"

Before Wallace could finish speaking, Tom asked the same question, "I'm not sure I can hold this pose until the portrait is finished."

"There you go, Mr. Riddle!"

Only then did people know that the person who was pointing fingers at Tom was actually a painter. They saw him waving the wand he didn't know when to point at Tom's nose. Tom, who was inexplicably pointed at by the wand, was even more upset. But the wizard-painter yelled, "Yes! That's it!"

Immediately afterwards, a mass of thick ink stagnating behind Tom slammed into him, and just as the onlookers marveled at how big the painter was, thinking that Tom was about to turn into a dyed chicken, the thick ink jumped back again. , An identical Tom who stayed at that moment was perfectly reproduced. Under the drag of the wand, he and the surrounding wizards quickly retreated and hit the white curtain.

The color blocks smeared on the canvas like splashes of ink, and quickly solidified into a vivid picture, as if a scene of struggle was forcibly pressed into a thin piece of paper, and Tom didn't even have time. Cursing, a gorgeous painting was already painted behind him, he turned around, and the self behind him looked just like a real person under the unique light of oil paintings, and even the occasional brush strokes made him even more handsome, then The two rows of obsidian buttons glittered in the sun without knowing what paint was used. The painter behind them clapped his hands and said with satisfaction, "It's really good. After so many years of painting ugly people, I thought my painting skills had regressed."

"…"

Professor Slughorn's face stinks at a speed visible to the naked eye. He remembers that the portrait in his house was painted by this guy, and he even looked like a puppet, sitting on the sofa by him. After a whole afternoon, when I woke up, I felt that my **** was not my own.

"Why did you point your wand at me."

Tom, who finished the portrait, lost his momentum. Looking at himself in the smaller and smaller canvas, he pointed his wand at himself, shook his head dissatisfied, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Now, Mr. 'the youngest author of a paper ever published in "Transfiguration" today' should not be singing."

"Of course not." Nelson appeared behind him at some point. Unlike Tom, another wizard painter invited by the Abbots chose the library as the scene for the portrait painting. He raised his head and shrunk down in Tom's portrait. Taking a good look at the painting before the slap, Tom in the portrait noticed Nelson's arrival, and a **** protruded from the hand holding the wand, but in the next second, he was put into the portfolio by the author.

"Haha." Tom laughed.

"Aren't you afraid that your portrait will give the **** to the person who bought it?" Nelson shrugged, "You may not know that Mr. 'The youngest author ever to publish a paper in Transfiguration Today' can put this The achievement is written in the Chocolate Frog picture, and I can be merciful and allow you to write in the achievement that you are 'friend of the youngest author', yes."

"I will buy a hundred pictures of myself and stick them on your bedside, and ask them to give you the **** every day and every moment."

"Oh, that's a big thank you."

"Excuse me, two people, Mr. Ai Bo wants to seek your opinion on the circulation." The painter who put away the portfolio asked with a smile, "More or less?"

"Of course it's more." Tom shrugged and said, looking at Nelson. "Just more than him."

"I wish I had as few pictures as possible," Nelson said with a smile that would make all season card lovers nauseous, "Since I have this opportunity, I hope I can give every one of the vacancies in the collection booklet. Children who like chocolate frogs leave a permanent shadow of their childhood...sorry, wrong, childhood memories."

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