My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"The sun today is really good."

After leaving the headmaster's office, Tom walked around the castle, wanting to share his joy with a familiar portrait, but the professor seemed to be avoiding him, instead it was some knight or some who had heard the grapevine. Mrs. A gave him blessings and applause. These old people who have lived in the castle for hundreds of years are full of goodwill towards Tom, a dedicated boy representative. In their opinion, returning to work at the alma mater after graduation should be a good thing. The greatest achievement and honor of a Hogwarts student.

Tom left the castle with a satisfied smile on his face, the tall front door opened with all his might, just as the ancient castle saw off the members of the Slytherin family a thousand years ago, the strong sunlight poured into the hall, Tom raised his hand to block the dazzling eyes. The sun was shining, but the hot sun was still shining through his fingertips, sprinkled on his eyelashes and face, and the fashionable oil head that was specially dressed up by Myrtle shone, and those low-key accessories embellished on formal clothes were no longer low-key, Proudly show their preciousness.

"Tom."

A shout interrupted his narcissism. Tom lowered his head and blinked, his vision dazed by the exposure became clear again, and he saw McGonagall and Flitwick sitting on the steps below the main entrance, surrounded by With a few huge wooden boxes tightly bound by magic ropes, Flitwick sat one step above McGonagall, but was still slightly shorter. Tom smiled, walked down the stairs quickly, and stood on the ground. Below the two, they said hello.

"Is there any good news?" Flitwick asked curiously, "Minerva and I were going to the office like the teaching aids that we will use next semester, and happened to see you come out."

"How's it going?" McGonagall handed Tom a red popsicle and shrugged, "I hope you're not too nervous to speak."

"Fortunately," Tom took the popsicle, licked it, and his eyebrows flew up instantly. It tasted like tomatoes, which made him very happy, and he licked again quickly and said, "I think I'm doing a good job, at least Better than the guy in front of me."

"That person is too dangerous, we don't need to let Hogwarts bear the malice of his enemy," McGonagall nodded, looking at Tom eating a popsicle with satisfaction, then turned to Flitwick and said, "I'll just say he Love this weird taste, right?"

"Just as you like to eat—"

"Felius, I don't want our friendship to deteriorate because of your gaffe." McGonagall interrupted Flitwick in a timely manner and said to Tom, "Compared to the unassuming **** at the beginning, I am still I'd rather work with you."

"Haha, it's your blessing." Tom turned around and finished eating the popsicle with lightning speed. Holding the remaining wooden stick, he asked curiously, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to as a professor at Hogwarts? the place?"

"Yes," McGonagall nodded solemnly, "I haven't gotten into the habit of calling Professor Dumbledore Albus, and I even doubt that until I retire, I'll still call him 'Dumbledore' professor'."

Just like Tom's reaction, Flitwick, who was standing next to him, showed an embarrassed smile. In such a dog day, Mag's cold joke still made him feel like an ice cave.

"Tom, although we haven't received the official notification that you will be the next Defence Against the Dark Arts professor," Flitwick said, breaking the embarrassment, "but I think you can start adjusting to your teaching career early."

"Really?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "I thought it wasn't a foregone conclusion yet."

"The main reason is that your competitors are a little… unsatisfactory, Tom," Flitwick stood on tiptoe and patted Tom on the shoulder, "There are many people in the school management who support you, but I have to remind you , if you do get this position, you are a professor, and you have to give up something that may be equally important to you."

"I understand, Filius."

"I'm sure you understand, Tom, by the way, the defense of Hogwarts used to be the responsibility of Professor Mellors, and given the recent situation, I think this work will be much more of a job than when Professor Mellors was still around. Heavy, you must know that he was very nervous during his tenure because of Grindelwald's existence," Flitwick reminded, "although you are a newcomer, but from your reputation, the school trustees should be more willing to let You continue to take on that responsibility."

"Is that so... Magic Defense," Tom was silent for a moment, "I think I need to go back and look up some information."

"Are you sure?" Flitwick encouraged, "It's okay, I'll help you."

"I need to understand the scale of defense, Filius," Tom said earnestly, "to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"Haha," Flitwick shook his head with a smile, "your joke finally warms me up a little, Tom."

Tom smiled veiledly.

"And..." Flitwick patted McGonagall, who was looking at the distant visitor, and said, "With your proficiency in calling me and Minerva's names, I believe that the trouble in Minerva's mouth is also for you. nonexistent."

Professor Slughorn was leading a group of people to the castle. They were almost all Hogwarts school directors. After noticing the three people on the steps, the team accelerated and leaned towards them. ** Mag, who was not willing to deal with school directors, stood up and patted the soil on her skirt. Seeing this, Flitwick helped her pick up a box placed on the steps. After saying goodbye to Tom, he walked up the steps. Entered the castle.

"Haha, Mr. Riddle," someone shouted enthusiastically when the team was still a long way from the gate, "My family and I have been fascinated by you for a long time!"

...

"Really, Mr. Karkaroff, your name was already circulating in London wizarding circles long before you came to my shop."

Borgin Bork walked diligently in front of Nelson, guiding him on a serpentine path in the city. Moody lowered his head and followed silently not far behind them. Borgin Bork lowered himself. His waist, like seeing a big customer in an alley, like seeing a relative or even a father, basically no face, he walked like a fly, far from the old and sick appearance before, he raised his head slightly, Staring at Nelson's face from the corner of his eye, he said softly, "A good friend of mine, Mr. Morfin Gaunt, and you had a relationship a long time ago, do you remember?"

"Morfin Gaunt..."

Nelson stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and then nodded, "I did buy things from him, to be honest, their antiques are all of the best quality, if it wasn't for the lack of money, I would even be willing to. Buy that house full of treasures together."

"You are so humble," Bogin Bock complimented in an exaggerated tone. "What you value must be the best of the best."

"Oh!" Borgin Bock stared at the ring in Nelson's hand, patted his head, and suddenly realized, "I remember this thing!"

"Oh, is it so?"

"This is Marvolo Gaunt's favorite thing to brag about in his lifetime, and I'm afraid you've been deceived by that rotten alcoholic Morfin Gaunt," said Borgin Bock, beating his chest with a heart-wrenching expression, "before that Maybe it's a good thing, but their family is not as good as the next generation, and they don't know when they pawned the part except the ring face, don't you think it's strange? This crystal is absolutely perfect in clarity, size, color and shape A beautiful black gemstone is actually inlaid on such a rough wooden ring that looks like a child's handwork?"

"I think this ring is quite ancient," Nelson smiled and retracted his hand. "I don't care about the material and price, I only care about history and stories."

"What a pity!" Bogin Bock actually stopped Nelson's retracted arm, staring at the ring and sighing, "The most important thing is the ring face, Mr. Karkaroff, you must also value this extraordinary black gemstone. Bar?!"

"Almost." Nelson shook his hand in disgust and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I knew, Mr. Karkaroff, this is a good material for spellcasting. Although I can't judge the material, I can feel the magic power contained in this thing, but it cannot be used, it cannot even be processed or communicated, it has changed. Turned into a piece of junk!" Bogin Bock scolded as if he had been stimulated by something, "That family's bloody, intermarriage fool! I bet it was that old guy Marvolo Gaunt, who was bragging about it back then. On his own background, this flawless gem was engraved with the **** logo of Grindelwald. He thought he could scare others by pulling a tiger's skin, but he didn't know that he had turned this gem from a priceless treasure into a piece for sale. Scrap that doesn't go out!"

Bogin Bock clutched his chest, panted hard, and continued to yell.

"He's really confused, maybe he doesn't even know what he's talking about! He told the Aurors who went to his house to investigate that it was Peverir's badge, and when he took it as a pawn, he told me it was Salazar S. Lytlin's emblem, said at a reception where no one welcomed him, that was Gellert Grindelwald's jab on him, why didn't Grindelwald put it on his **** forehead?" He He raised his head, looked at Nelson, and covered his mouth abruptly. He seemed to realize that he had said too many words that crossed the line, and hurriedly added: "But that doesn't prevent it from being a treasure."

"It really is a treasure."

There was a slight sullen look on Nelson's face, and this was right in the hands of Borgin Bock. He was very curious about what kind of thing someone like "Igor Karkaroff" bought, and what kind of thing he had for this object His curiosity even surpassed his curiosity about Karkaroff himself, and this well-crafted offensive statement will surely arouse the conceit of this antique collector like him. He answered the question that had plagued him for years, even letting his guard down because of his frankness—and Nelson's reaction was exactly what he expected.

Nelson stretched out his hand, like a professional, moody dark wizard, stretched out his wand and pointed to the sky, the roof of the building blocking the sun on the side of the alley was blasted down, and in the smoke, the sun fell and fell. He raised the hand in front of Borgin Bock and landed on the ring that the Gaunt family had inherited for thousands of years.

Under the light, the black gemstone on the ring face appears deeper, as if it absorbs light, and the symbol that looks like a scar to Borgin Bock is even more dazzling.

"I don't know if you have read "The Poet's Bidou Tales"?" Nelson glanced at him and said softly, with a hint of contempt for the uninitiated, "As an Englishman, you should have read it. ."

"Of course," said Borgin Bock suspiciously, "isn't this the family emblem of Bedou, the poet?"

"If you really read this book, you should have heard the story of the three brothers," Nelson sneered and raised his voice, "I found that the pride of the British is really innate, not only in casual It's a sneak attack on customers who don't know their strengths."

Borgin Bock smiled awkwardly.

"If you've heard the story of the three brothers, you definitely wouldn't have associated this mark with Grindelwald in the first place." Under the sun, the Deathly Hallows' mark showed an invisible silver glow, "Peking The second of the three Freer brothers was a proud man, and in order to humiliate the **** of death, he asked for a stone that could bring the dead back to life."

Borgin Bock's eyes slowly widened from fox-like squinting~www.readwn.com~, and the excitement of the plan's success in his eyes was gradually replaced by shock.

"You have been in the business of magic items for so many years, don't you know that if a stone full of magic power is damaged, it should not be in a situation where magic power cannot be used, but no magic power?" · Bock's face, watching the two eyes with different shapes follow the movements of his fingers in unison, the scene is very funny, "I still remember the time you attacked me, although rough, but I can see that you really I really like such disgusting things as Inferi."

"I……"

"I think you should know that there is a legendary item that can greatly enhance the inferior magic of the Inferi, and it should be one of the treasures you most desire in this world," Nelson suddenly retracted his hand, Borkin said. Bock's eyes followed closely to his pocket. "Guess I took it three times in my fingertips when I was looking for Morfin Gaunt to buy antiques?"

"Is this-"

"The Resurrection Stone." Nelson raised three fingers, but only the one without the ring, "You missed it three times, and I am now very suspicious that there is a pile of junk in your treasury. "

"Snapped!"

A broken brick fell from the top of his head and smashed straight into the middle of the two. They raised their heads at the same time, and a face covered in dust and blood shrank back suddenly. Borgin Bock moved very quickly, extending his wand, but it was just a matter of time. At the moment of chanting the spell, the Disarming Charm hit his wrist, and the wand swirled out and landed in Moody's hands not far behind.

"My nephew is a little frizzy," Nelson shrugged. "And you don't want to score a brace, and after killing the people who heard the news, you will have a mob to attack me?"

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