My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Is there a guest here?"

Moody sat cramped on the sofa, his hands on his knees twirling his wand, his eyes from time to time to the wall clock swinging overhead, and every time the pendulum swung, the small door of the wall clock would open, The owl, which seemed to have been beaten, was pushed out of the small door by the spring, flapped its wings in a circle above his head, and returned to its nest.

He could hear Nelson cooking, but there was not only the sound of knives and chopping boards coming from the kitchen, but Nelson's shouting even louder, as if an evil capitalist was using a whip to oppress the scrawny workers.

Did Nelson have any elf at home? Moody stuck his head out curiously and looked towards the kitchen. Just as he turned to the side, the door opened, and Tom, who was dusty and dusty, walked in with a box that seemed to be heavy, and asked casually, "There is a guest. coming?"

Moody hurriedly sat upright and watched Tom as he entered the living room.

"Oh, it's Moody," Tom nodded, knocked with his wand on the locked door beside the hallway, walked in sideways with the suitcase in hand, and came out empty-handed after a while, locking the door. Looking at Moody, he said, "Wait a moment, Christian should be back soon."

"What is she doing... No, no, I'm not here to find her," Moody pointed to himself and shook his head vigorously, "I'm here to find Nelson."

"Come on, young man," Tom pouted, raised his hand to point Moody's forehead with his wand, and said, "no one would choose to bring a bottle of five-year-old French red wine when they visit Nelson."

"I……"

"The whirlwind swept away."

Tom put away his wand and blew on the tip of the wand lightly. Moody felt as if a whirlwind was blowing over his head, and sparks exploded next to his head. By the time he reacted, Tom had already sorted it out for him. new hairstyle.

"I heard you want to be an Auror?" Tom gave Moody a sidelong glance and put away his wand, "I have to remind you, Moody, if I were a dark wizard, your head would have turned into a firework."

"I just saw that you didn't resist," Moody argued, blushing, not knowing why, in the face of Nelson and Tom, two seniors he respected, his proud composure didn't know where to go Where, being played like a little wizard who just entered school, "I just—"

"Oh, in other words, if I were a dark wizard who turned into Professor Riddle with the compound decoction, your head would have turned into a ball of fireworks."

"Oh? Professor Riddle?" Nelson came out of the kitchen with three air-conditioned glass jars, put them on the coffee table, looked at Tom narrowly, and said, "Don't tell me, you today Did you go out early in the morning for an interview?"

"Of course not, the interview is next week," Tom shrugged and glanced at where he was used to sitting. Moody was already sitting there. He simply raised his hand and fetched a chair from the study, pulled it to the coffee table and sat down. , said, "I asked old Malfoy to take me to see the candidates for this position today."

"Did you... turn this competition into an equal-election election?" Nelson raised his eyebrows and made a complicated gesture of wiping his neck, "You put those candidates..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Moody felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he began to think that Nelson was a dangerous person who tricked him into a trap to silence him.

"I checked their knowledge for Dumbledore first. With all due respect, it's very average, not even as good as Moody's," Tom unscrewed the tab on the glass bottle, took a sip, sighed with satisfaction, and said, "A rhetorical son-in-law, a foreigner who was kicked out of school by Durmstrang, an old pedant who memorized his textbooks, and a tainted witness with a criminal record, Dumbledore would not choose them anyway."

"Has the talent in the UK dwindled to this level?" Moody asked curiously, "Professor McGonagall said last term that Professor Dumbledore would find us a talented and virtuous person after Professor Mellors retired. excellent teacher."

"Isn't that what I'm talking about? It also has something to do with Gnar," Tom said, leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, "Recently, all walks of life are short of manpower, especially those who study magic factories. Very good conditions have recruited many wizards with superb mana, and these people are even among the people who write cover letters. ."

"And you?"

"Me? I'm not short of money."

"Squeak—"

The people in the garden were pushed away. Nelson left the sofa and walked out following the sound. After chatting with someone at the door for a while, he led Adele back into the house.

Tom glanced at it and said with a smile, "Adele, you've changed into new clothes again."

"Martha made it for her," Nelson let go of Adele's hand, and she ran upstairs quickly to see the dwarf puppies Tom ordered for her from Nurmengard. Nelson smiled helplessly, " When she first saw Adele today, she thought she was my daughter."

"Don't say it's quite similar." Tom rubbed his chin and commented.

"If I had such a big child, the lady who gave birth to me would have to be sentenced."

"Doesn't she eat?"

"She made an appointment with Myrtle today to go to the West City Orphanage for dinner."

Nelson returned to his original position, and the topic of the three gradually shifted from Tom's work to Moody's ideals, and finally to Christian.

Moody always felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he felt that Tom's attitude had somehow deteriorated.

It wasn't until Christian in a black dress stood in front of him with a smile and greeted him that Moody bounced from the limp posture brought about by the comfort of the sofa and hurriedly found the gift at his feet.

"You... hello."

"I've never heard of you still stuttering, Moody," Tom sat on the side with a gloomy expression, and Moody felt as if he was being stared at by a viper, "Are you free? There was one more trick I didn't teach you when I was in the Freshman Mutual Aid Club."

Moody's eyes lit up, but were quickly blocked by Nelson's outstretched hand.

"Tom, he's going to help me these days."

"Do you want to do an experiment? I can go to the side of the road and arrest a few people for you."

Neither Moody nor Christian could hear their conversation.

"It's not like that."

"You know," said Tom, putting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs, "although I sometimes wish I could bury Christian in the hole she dug, I see a stinky boy in front of her for a period of time. Yes, I just want to be buried by someone else."

"For the sake of you who would have killed him in the future, please spare him, I don't want to play that 'Harry Potter is dead' anymore," Nelson shrugged, "And it should be old Tom Lee What Del should be worrying about, be quick and help me move out that dining table that hasn't been used in years."

……

"The Nicklaus family hasn't been as lively as it is today for a long time."

At the dining table, Nelson, who was sitting in the first seat, raised his knife and fork and said, "If you have any religious beliefs, please pray quickly, I'm hungry."

The other three on the table shook their heads in unison, only Adele put her hands together in a playful manner in front of her, and whispered, "Thank you Nal for cooking for us", followed by Nelson's silver knife. The crisp sound of the fork hitting the dinner plate, and a small family feast began.

This meal may be to celebrate Christian's recovery from injury, or it may be to receive Moody's rare guest. In the middle of nowhere, a meal of powerful wizards like Nelson and Tom should be unique, but this family dinner is too ordinary, no different from a wealthy Muggle family in London, there are no magical waiters, and there is no way to eat it. Delicious delicacy that will increase the magic power, there is not even a magic wand on the table.

"What's the matter? Alastor," Nelson asked softly, looking at Moody, who was slow to speak, "doesn't it suit your taste?"

"No, it's just so much delicious food that I don't know what to eat first," Moody shook his head, took a steak from the plate that Tom pushed, and put it on the plate to cut, "I'm a little curious, Nelson. ,is this your home?"

"Yes." Nelson nodded, "I designed the garden outside myself. How is it? It's not bad, right?"

"It's beautiful, it's very warm," Moody praised, inserting a sliced ​​steak into his mouth, "I'm just a little curious, why isn't it called Williams's?"

Tom stopped what he was doing, looked at Christian, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "This kid is really a stunner. He just came up and said this. Now I don't need to bury it myself."

"Well, that's because the owner of the house is Jonas Nicklaus, and he's my uncle," Nelson cut the steak slowly, "he's gone, but the people who live in this house are It's his children, and it's not appropriate to call it the Williams, Riddle, or Wirtnings, and my aunt is still around, so it makes me feel like I'm living in the past."

"Uh... sorry." Moody realized that he had said something wrong and buried his head.

"It doesn't matter."

"I haven't seen Jonas either," Adele said with a smile, "but I'm his child too."

"You're awesome," Nelson helped her wipe the soup from the corner of her mouth and rewarded her with a drink. "Eat more, Jonas doesn't want to see a child as thin as you."

"I'm just growing!" Adele retorted, "But speaking of it, I haven't even seen him, only one picture."

"I originally wanted to introduce him to you—he was a great poet," Nelson shrugged, "but he never published poetry, so I couldn't find a masterpiece."

"He's really unlucky."

"Yes, I think he may be the most unlucky person in the world."

The table fell into a brief silence until Christian broke the deadlock.

"Narr, I ate a picture of your chocolate frog when I was shopping in Slant Lane today." Christian said as if taking credit, "I also saw your bus."

"Where is it?" Tom's eyes lit up. "Show it to me. It's worth a lot of money."

"I've hid it, and if it remains rare, I'll give it to Adele when she's an adult," Christian, apparently aware of Tom's style, hid it in the In the hut lying in the middle of the diagonal road, "the focus is on the bus."

"Do you mean the Order of Knights?" Nelson asked. "I've been struggling with how to name them, and then I got permission from the Knights Bus to call them the Order of the Knights."

"Did you make those big guys?" Adele showed admiration. "They're very fast and flexible."

"I just improved the drawings of the Shafiq family," Nelson rubbed his temples. "It's a trivial little work. Fortunately, they didn't cause me any trouble."

"Are they expected to replace the Hogwarts Express?" Tom asked.

"Not enough grades," Nelson shook his head, ""

The second half of his words were drowned in the sky-high flames outside the garden. With a violent explosion, Moody instinctively pulled out his wand, held Christian, and bowed to hide behind the cupboard beside the dining table.

The four people who lived in the house were very calm, and Adele even took advantage of the chaos to walk away the little tomato in front of Tom.

"Alastor~www.readwn.com~ Don't be so nervous," Christian pulled Moody up from behind the cabinet, "It's okay."

Moody's eyes widened, and he looked out the window from the corner where he could see. He could see a tall black shadow standing in the lawn he had just praised. Then, a dazzling magic light illuminated the house. To a few guys who were hiding their heads and showing their tails were bombed to the sky.

"This...this..."

He has begun to believe Nelson's promise - "Your vacation will be much more interesting than pouring tea and water for your boss at the Law Enforcement Department."

"Why are you stuttering again, Moody."

Tom's voice woke him up instantly, he stood up straight, and slammed into the cupboard.

But he didn't feel pain. It was really shocking what just happened and the performance of the four.

"Alastor," Christian said, looking worriedly at the top of his bleeding head, "there's been basically two or three attacks a week since Gnar came back to London, but you don't have to worry about it. , Tom has personally experimented, even if he wants to break through the garden, it will take at least three minutes."

……

"I'm right," Nelson looked at Moody's gauze-covered, terrified Moody when the dust settled, and spread his hands with a smile, "your vacation will be fun, when I'm done with what I have at hand. Let's go to these people's hometowns for a walk."

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