My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Why do you always aggravate your injury by overdosing?"

In the school hospital, Miss Joy used one hand to hold Nelson, who was constantly trying to get up from the bed and beat someone, and the other hand stuffed a rubber hose with a metal head into his mouth. The other end was connected to a glass vessel filled with green solution. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with disgust, "I have been a doctor for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen a person burned by cold medicine. You can only see your magic and your exploits, and only I have the opportunity to feel your unique creativity in this strange realm."

"I-"

Nelson just wanted to argue, but was interrupted by the colliding hose, without saying a word, Miss Joy tapped the glassware with her wand, the green solution inside rose rapidly, and quickly filled the rubber hose, The liquid poured down the hose into Nelson's mouth, rushing towards his stomach without stopping.

"Drink some soapy water, unless you only want to eat liquid food for the rest of your life," Miss Joy glared at Nelson, who was about to pull out the hose, and pushed him back on the bed, "if you take half the flower out of your life, The brain is used to make some basic common sense judgments, and my place will not be overcrowded every day."

As soon as the words fell, there was a wailing from the bed next door. Miss Joy raised her skirt and ran over quickly. Nelson looked in the direction she was leaving, and there was a boy with blue eyes lying on the bed. It was said that he was The aftermath of being beaten up after provoking a new kangaroo in the Fantastic Creatures class.

"Why didn't it kill you with one punch?" Miss Joy complained, but the movements of her hands didn't stop much. While helping the boy treat the injury, she turned her head and said, "You can help him pull out the tube. "

A large hand stretched out from the bedside, and before Nelson even had time to resist, his head was held down like a chicken, and the other hand grabbed the metal pipe head, ending his "torture".

"Hagrid, hiccup..." Nelson muttered, leaning on his stomach, "could you be gentler."

Only Hagrid could easily subdue Nelson, an alternative wizard who likes to exercise. Before that, he was instructed by Tom to carry Nelson into the school hospital.

"Haha," Hagrid scratched his messy hair, showing a naive smile, "You're welcome, this is what I should do... By the way, what did you just say?"

"It's okay, I didn't say anything."

"Pick him up and shake it." The demon-like Miss Joy uttered a whisper from hell, and Nelson struggled fiercely, but how could a human struggle shake a half-blood giant, and in the end, he fell in humiliation.

After a roller coaster experience, Nelson, who felt himself torn apart, was lying helplessly and crooked on the bed. The pillow under his head seemed to him to be harder than iron and colder than ice. In the ward, the other students Under the watchful eyes of him, he burped loudly, and a string of bubbles was spat out of his mouth and slowly floated into the air.

"Hagrid..."

"you are welcome!"

"I mean, you're blocking my sunshine," Nelson no longer had the strength to teach Hagrid common sense, he just wanted to be quiet, "The last year of Hogwarts, why did I suffer so much? crime?"

While muttering to himself, he spit bubbles, and soon, the sky above the ward was decorated with bubbles like a fairyland, but the initiator couldn't be happy.

…

For this year's Hogwarts students, the usual magical and dreamy castle has become even more magical because of the bubbles Nelson spit from time to time. Miss Joy's treatment is always full of features, whether it's Nelson's golden ribs Or the bubbling symptoms that have not subsided for several months, have made Nelson's daily life have a program effect that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Even in the midterm exam that followed, the professors had to assign one more person to invigilate Nelson's exam room to prevent him from cheating through the bubbles floating around all the time. In addition to the common "rustling" sound of a quill swiping across the parchment, there are some "rustling" interludes of bursting bubbles.

According to a professor Flitwick, who did not want to be named, he personally enjoyed the activity, which made boring proctoring fun and reminded him of his favorite game of Gobstone when he was young.

In the following Christmas holiday, Nelson, who finally forgave Tom, went to London with a group of friends, which also led to a new urban legend in London called "The Bubble Man".

As the bubbles floating in the castle become increasingly rare, the green vegetation has also undergone a transition from the withering of autumn and winter to the prosperity of early spring. The children who used the spell slipped away at their fingertips, luckily they had time to splurge.

…

"We're running out of time, Gnar."

At the long table in Slytherin, Tom used a fork to pick up a small tomato, frowned, and said solemnly to Nelson.

"What time?" Nelson raised his head for unknown reasons. He swallowed a piece of steak that was not fully chewed, and was choked with a silent burp, and a bubble he hadn't seen in a long time came out of his mouth. , floated slowly to the dome of the auditorium, he was used to the bubbles that popped up from time to time, but it attracted a few underclassmen who missed them to jump up and pounce on it, Nelson looked at Miss Joy on the staff table. He muttered, "Fortunately, this is Miss Joy's magic... If it's really the bubbles I spit out, I'm really embarrassed."

"Are your symptoms okay?" Tom raised his hand to his face. "I repeat, this has nothing to do with me. You took the medicine without listening to me."

"Okay," Nelson explained, shrugging, "Myrtle begged me to keep these bubbles, Ravenclaw has an introverted to autistic little girl, Muggle-born, who comes here alone and is worried and scared. , but it's better to see them."

"You have a good temper."

"Anyway, I've lost all my face. For six years, the glorious image that I left to my classmates for six years has been ruined by bubbles," Nelson said in a stern voice, covering his face, which was not much left. "What are you going to vomit for a few more days?"

Tom sighed at Nelson's gentleness and open-mindedness. If it was him, he would never do such a thing. He hurriedly distributed a few small tomatoes to Nelson and said sternly, "I mean, we have a week left to participate. NEWTs exam."

"Are you worried that you won't pass the exam?" Nelson looked at Tom suspiciously, then looked up at Dumbledore's vacant seat on the staff table, and turned around and asked, "I remember you I also read a few books for a few days."

"I'm not worried about that," Tom explained. "We're leaving Hogwarts after the exams, but there's no word on Professor Mellors' retirement. I'm worried that I won't be able to find a job after graduation. You know, I've coveted the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for so long, and Dumbledore hasn't been in school lately, I can't even hint him or show him how good I am."

"Is it like a peacock with an open screen?" Nelson smiled, "Don't worry, I asked Minerva, she said that the recruitment information is usually announced to the society after the end of the semester party, and there is no internal promotion or internal recruitment. kind of process.”

"If I can't find a job at Hogwarts, I'll have to go to Knockturn Alley and be a dark wizard," Tom said quietly. "That's quick money, that's all."

"Even for the peace of the world, Professor Dumbledore will find you a job."

"I hope so," Tom said, holding another small tomato in his mouth, "how about you, you are at ease, this person who found a job before graduation is really amazing, you don't have to worry about it... But you obviously have So much to do, I think it's a conspiracy to stumble you into the UK."

"Why are you so sour and yin-yang?" Nelson smiled, "I promised Nobby Ritchie to go to the Department of Mysteries. This was an exchange of interests in Paris. I helped them decipher that door, They voted to let me go."

"That door?" Tom raised his eyebrows. "Damn, I forgot, where is that door now?"

"It's still in Paris, it's still in its original location, I'll find time to move it back," Nelson looked at the crowded auditorium, and it won't be long before a new guest replaces the old man here, "I think about leaving. Having lived in the school for seven years, I am really reluctant to give up."

"Seven years? How many years have you been together?" Tom curled his lips in disdain, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "At least for now, Richie is on our side, and he has an inextricable relationship with wizards. Kang has been dissatisfied for a long time. Under Judge Shafik, he can endure for so long, but now, facing a Dumbledore who seems to be swaying in reality, he may be more unstoppable than you, you There has been a lot of correspondence with him lately, so there must be a decision, right?"

"The floor where Wizengamot is located is not under the Ministry of Magic. I have been studying this kind of magic for a long time." The smile on Nelson's face disappeared, "I used this kind of magic in my secret base under Auschwitz, With a little modification, I can be anywhere in London with the back door I left in the hub."

"It sounds like a villain's speech."

"Isn't it? For the adherents, anyone who wants to break the mold will be marked as a villain," Nelson said with his hands folded and his chin supported. "I have endured for a year, and the agreement with Professor Dumbledore has been At the end of the day, I watched the world get worse in some places because of my intervention, but most of it got better and better, and it didn't make any difference from what I presume, I was right , now, I'm ready to practice what I'm right."

"Starting in Germany?"

"That's where the story begins, and the new chapters must begin there."

Before I knew it, there were not many people left in the auditorium. No matter how strong the feeling of parting was, the footsteps at the end of the semester had already stepped on the heels of the students.

Nelson and Tom put away their plates, and before leaving, he looked at the long table in Ravenclaw from a distance, Tom saw him stop and looked over there, "By the way, Myrtle Haven't come back yet?"

"Her internship should have ended. If she doesn't come back, she won't be able to catch up with the exam." At the long table in Ravenclaw, the girl mentioned by Myrtle was talking and laughing with her friends. Even though the number of people was small, it seemed Already out of autism, Nelson nodded, drew out his wand and drew an arc in the air, "This is the last one."

The two took two glasses of pumpkin juice and walked out of the auditorium quickly. Behind them, a huge bubble with a colorful halo was floating in the air, slowly flying towards the surprised girl.

"I don't know if you thought you were plotting against Myrtle." Tom teased, "Everyone wants to see you dance another song."

"My old waist can't take it anymore," Nelson's eyes flashed myrtle's fiery dress that bloomed in the air. This girl who was supposed to die has survived until now, and was born more than most people. Gorgeous, he clenched his fists hard, and his tone was much firmer, "It can't be changed, right?"

"Yes, but the time set by Professor Rahman cannot be changed."

With Tom's reminder, the two called out to Alphard, who was about to slip away, and walked towards the Muggle Studies classroom.

…

"Hey, are you here?" Compared with the beginning of this semester, Professor Rahman looked much thinner, but his deep eyes were bright. He was pacing the corridor with his hands behind his back, looking at him from time to time. Looking at the manuscript on the windowsill and using a wand to draw on it, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the three students who had been helping him from the very beginning, he smiled happily, "You have to prepare for the NEWTs exam. , even if you don't come, I will give you full marks."

"We're not worried about the grades," Nelson said, Tom reconciled, only Alphard showed an "I'm worried" expression, Nelson approached Professor Rahman and looked at his manuscripts, which were significantly more Organized and more systematic, he smiled at the professor and said, "You're almost done."

"It's still a lot worse." Professor Rahman waved his hand. "Without your help, I'm afraid I'd be dazed by the catalog now, but the first edition has already been typed. Do you want to take a look? Your names are in The second page."

"It would be a shame to watch a book written and miss the last full stop," Nelson said excitedly. "That's why we're here today."

"Let's go, I'll show you guys."

Professor Rahman tilted his head and led them to the original Muggle Studies classroom, which had been changed to a larger one that was used as a place for his encyclopedias.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Nelson walked into the classroom. The place became well-organized. Books were sorted into different shelves. The neatly folded manuscripts were coded on the desks. On the blackboard, only them were drawn. A schematic diagram that can only be understood, a book that is simply bound lies quietly on a podium outside it.

The most shocking thing is that from the walls to the doors, from the ceiling to the side of the bookshelf, and even every window, this classroom is covered with newspaper clippings with dense text, and none of the photos on these newspapers move. Innumerable texts are from Muggles.

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