My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"What's the matter? Professor Dumbledore."

The old man turned his head slowly and looked at Dumbledore who had entered the examination room with a searching gaze, "I understand your eagerness to see the results of the proud students' NEWTs, but this seems to be illegal, not to mention, The results of the exam will not be given out on the spot.”

Dumbledore looked at the Ministry of Magic official who was sleeping soundly in the corner of the classroom, walked to him, tapped his knuckles on his desk, and said in a deep voice, "You haven't changed since you left Hogwarts. Do you have a habit of sleeping in class?"

"arrive!"

The officer stood up from his seat like a reflex, and even knocked over the chair behind him. After responding loudly, he held up the hat that didn't exist on his head, his expression was straight, but his eyes rolled. He kept looking for Dumbledore's figure.

"Deng...Professor Dumbledore!"

After seeing Dumbledore standing at the back, he nervously wiped his non-existent saliva, and wiped the side of the robe with sweat on his palm. Although he was not too young, Standing in front of Dumbledore, he still looked like a student who made a mistake, and even this series of actions seemed to return to the days when he was still young.

Dumbledore looked at the old man on the podium, then at the nervous officials beside him, sighed, and said, "Karl, you have a desertion during class, you can ask the teacher to make up for the class, but after going out of the school, it delays things, but no The teacher makes up for you."

"You're right, Professor Dumbledore."

"I thought you came here in person because you valued it. You might as well call someone young and in good spirits to come over." After seeing that there was no accident in the exam room, Dumbledore's voice softened a lot. He stretched out his hand and thought about it. He wanted to touch the man's head, but suddenly realized that he was already taller than him, and even looked older than himself, he withdrew his hand and put it back in his sleeve, "I heard that Nelson has been a long time since he came in. I didn't go out, so let's take a look."

After Carl woke up, Nelson remembered who he was. He had seen this man from a distance in the Ministry of Magic. At that time, he was greeting a group of foreign wizards, and he did not seem to be an ordinary casual character.

"Sorry, you two, there's been so much going on recently. Sitting here, I always feel like I'm back at Hogwarts," the man named Karl nodded with a smirk. A high-ranking official, he turned to look at Nelson and the old man, and explained gently and without the slightest bit of air, "I was a student of Professor Dumbledore when he first came to teach at Hogwarts, Mr. Green, I'm sorry. I'm wasting your time, I wonder if you have done an assessment for Williams? If you haven't, start it."

He looked at Nelson and smiled politely.

"Oh... I just remember that he just came in, maybe he took a nap, he's old and useless, you guys are a little louder," the old man turned to Nelson slowly, and said with a broken bellows-like voice, "I see Over your paper in Transfiguration Today, if it weren't for me—"

"Stroke?" Nelson blurted out subconsciously.

"Did you know I had a stroke?" The old man blinked in confusion.

"Oh, I accidentally ingested an overdose of nettle seeds some time ago. I went to St. Mungo's to see a doctor and saw your case there," Nelson made up nonsense without any burden, covering his back with his back. Keeping the sight of Dumbledore and Carl, the sleeves of the robe fell to the table, and a few simple alchemy puppets crept out of the sleeves, picked up two identical cubes on the table and climbed back, "You feel better now?"

When the last little man returned to his sleeve with the help of his companions, Nelson straightened up, and the thin golden chain wrapped around his wrist flashed for a moment. In a delicate ring, one was not linked to it but always maintained. The hourglass in the center slowly rotated, and the black gravel fell from one bucket to the other half, and then quickly fell back to its original place.

"Uh..." Mr. Green looked at Nelson suspiciously, he remembered that he had a personal doctor, but finally gave up thinking, "Thank you for your concern, but I won't give you a grade beyond the actual level because of this. "

Dumbledore stood behind Nelson and looked curiously at the upcoming exam. He still remembered the scene of his taking the wizarding level exam, the surprised face and the unadorned praise and praise, as if it was just yesterday. Many years have passed.

"I was going to let you turn your desk into a baboon, but a friend of mine... hess, I may be really old and forget who it is, he told me that you are far more senior than your peers and even more senior. The shape-shifting power of a wizard, and even an unregistered Animagus."

As a person with a deaf ear, Mr. Green felt that people all over the world should be as inaudible as he was, so he spoke in an unusually loud voice. These words were heard by the two people in the teacher's corner. They came from the Ministry of Magic. Carl raised his eyebrows, turned his head slowly, looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes, and seemed to ask, "Do you need me to give myself a message and forget it?"

Dumbledore shook his head, but was quickly drawn to Mr. Green's loud voice.

"Actually, it's too much for you to transform Animagus on the spot here, but for outstanding people, stricter requirements are not a bad thing, don't you think?" He didn't wait for Nelson to answer, he took care of himself He said, "I remember your name should be Nelson Wirtning Williams? Then I want to see, out of thin air."

Nelson nodded, without much preparation, he raised his wand, and in the blink of an eye of Mr. Green, a thin hose was already unfolding in the air, Dumbledore watched with interest the movement of Nelson's wrist, as Expert, he could see at a glance that Nelson had fixed the magic spring created by the Clear Water Spell into real flowing water.

Under the control of his wand, a water dragon roared out of the water and swelled quickly enough to fill the volume of the classroom, but under precise control, not a drop of water was left on the floor, and soon, big and small All kinds of objects that can or cannot be seen in life are vividly interpreted under Nelson's wand. The huge body of water dragons is getting less and less, but in the classroom. The accumulation of debris is increasing, and Dumbledore even saw a Nelson walk out of a mass of water and perform magic with him, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while.

"It's amazing control..."

Mr. Green felt like he was watching a garden party of all kinds, while maintaining such a large number of deformations, which is impossible for most wizards, but Nelson seemed to be able to do it well, and he remembered the article that once caused a shock. , which is perhaps one of the ancient uses of Transfiguration—it has no drawbacks other than difficulty.

Soon, more and more complex transformations were displayed by Nelson, including human transformation, a dangerous magic that only wizards who have been immersed in for many years would try. Just when Mr. Green felt a little overwhelmed, Nelson suddenly raised his hand and held it. fist.

Like the chief conductor of the band waving a baton that stopped, the creations in the classroom disappeared in an instant, and this kind of magic that instantly returned the magic power to its essence also made Dumbledore's face show a surprised look.

"Amazing... It's amazing," Mr. Green murmured, grabbing the form and signing it. "Have you taken the test before? How do you know to write your name? If it's not the highest grade or an O, I'll make sure to give it to you. an S."

…

"Williams, please wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Nelson just walked out of the exam room when he saw Carl chasing after him. He stood in front of Nelson and said breathlessly, "Minister Rich asked me to bring you the key. It seems that we should be colleagues in the future?"

"You go straight out," Nelson pointed to the door of the exam room, "inside—"

"Professor Dumbledore help me to watch, Mr. Green and Professor Dumbledore's character deserves protection, besides, the score of a subject in the NEWTs exam, to be honest, will not affect anything, and they have the ability to cheat them. People don't need such a report card." He smiled, not referring to Nelson as a student about to leave school, but as an adult who will work together in the future, he carefully removed from his arms. He took out a small silver ball in his pocket and handed it to Nelson, "This is what Minister Rich asked me to pass on to you. After you graduate, you have two weeks off. Remember to report in time on Monday of the third week," he said. , only you can open this pocket."

After seeing Nelson unscrew the small silver ball with ease, he nodded, gave a few words, turned around and walked away quickly, Nelson pinched the key that fell from the small silver ball at his fingertips and held it up to his eyes to examine it. The slender key has no complicated structure, but the complex inscriptions on it and the magic light that flashes from time to time prove that it is an orphan that is difficult to replicate.

Just when he was trying to parse the meaning of the inscription above, one hand came over and grabbed the key.

"Show me," Tom looked at the antique key, and even broke it with his hands. Nelson stopped him in time before he could bite his teeth. He threw the key back and said disdainfully, "Gold-plated copper, I It's obvious at a glance."

"Would it be too soft for a gold key?" Nelson carefully put the key back into his pocket. "Have you packed your bags?"

"It's all right," Tom curled his lips. "What is that? The key to the door to power?"

…

"I have your package, please sign for it."

At noon, Bolox Black sat up from his 15-square-meter bed, rubbed his puffy eyes from being covered with cucumber slices all night, and yawned loudly. He grabbed the gold wire glasses and casually hung them on the bridge of his nose.

"It's really boring..." He rubbed his eyes again, and there was a sound of knocking on the glass in his ears. He turned his head to look at the window sill, the thick flannel curtain completely blocked the outside sunlight, making him unable to see the time, "Come now, Wait a mininute."

When he finally got off the bed and approached the window sill with his slippers, the cool breeze from the crack of the window finally woke the sleepy middle-aged man. He was shocked, took a few steps back, and tripped over the edge of the bed. Instead, he sat back on the bed. This was on the third floor. Borox took off his glasses, and his face was full of disbelief. He grabbed his wand and cautiously approached the window.

"I have your package, please sign for it."

There was another hurried knock on the window, followed by that unchanging sentence, which was no different from the first sentence he heard. It was very similar to the one he had seen a friend buy, and it could be used. A phonograph invented by Muggles who played music on a loop by inserting vinyl records.

"Is Malfoy finally taking it? I should give him some way to live..." On the way, he removed the decorative antlers from the wall, and tremblingly raised a corner of the curtain with the tip." Merlin bless, whoever it is, I hope it falls down because it can't hold the window sill."

When the hurried knock on the window sounded again, he finally opened the curtain with his antlers, and pointed his wand firmly at the uninvited guest outside the window, but when he saw the visitor, the serious expression on his face instantly became difficult to maintain. Now, I saw a **** fat bird that is not huge but definitely not small is hovering in the air outside the third floor with its pair of stubby wings clinging to the window sill, UU reading www.uukanshu.com red A small package was tied to its short beak, and a small silver ball hung from its chest, which Borox recognized, and the Ministry of Magic had just distributed a batch not long ago to help them connect with each other, Especially in the Auror office, almost everyone handed out one. Bolox knew the price of this thing, but Nelson made a fortune. He approached the window and chuckled, "Whose owl can eat it? so fat."

"Wow—"

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the window, and the small silver ball on the penguin's chest made a louder voice: "I have your package, please sign for it!"

But Bolox just seemed to wake up, but he didn't. He forgot that the window of his house was opened outward, and the window slapped the penguin's face hard, making it chubby cheeks. In an instant, it was pressed into a flat cake. He only grabbed the strap in the penguin's mouth, but he failed to grasp it, and even was almost turned over by it.

"boom!"

Boroks looked at the package in his hand, ran to the window sill and looked down, just in time to see the penguin flapping its wings and bouncing off the ground, it glared at Boroks with a pair of small eyes, using the same size as the penguin. Disproportionate dexterity opened the manhole cover on the side of the road, and a Harrier turned over and got in.

"Hey, I really didn't mean to."

Bolox shrugged, put the package on the bed, opened the window to let in the air, and walked slowly to the bathroom, starting his boring and boring day.

"Kreacher, bring my toothbrush." ​​Borox greeted Phineas on the wall and covered him with a handkerchief, "Have Walburga come back, she's fine. My friend will report to the Department of Mysteries in a few days."

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