People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

he said softly.

Flint's large hand fell on his shoulder, "No, you didn't lose! Look around you!"

Malfoy raised his head, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by students.

Their eyes were full of admiration and smiles.

Flint shouted: "Come on, applaud the genius of our academy!!"

In the crowd on the other side, Ron looked at this scene with complicated feelings.

"Why, I don't see anything wrong with that."

He hadn't been happy about it when he saw Malfoy's lost face just now.

His happiness at that time was all because of Gryffindor's victory and Harry catching the Golden Snitch.

"Malfoy's skills conquered you." Basil crossed his arms, "You don't need to feel strange, this is all because of your love for Quidditch. In addition, Malfoy did not cheat and practiced hard all day."

Hermione agreed, "It's hard to dislike someone who works hard."

"If only I could be like Hagrid!" exclaimed Ron.

Basil looked towards Hagrid, who was muttering, "Inherently evil Malfoy brat!"

Harry didn't hear any of this, though.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to Hagrid's hut with Badger, Hermione and Ron, and the host was making him a cup of strong tea.

He exclaimed: "Great, there is an opponent like Malfoy!"

Bang!

Hagrid put the teapot back on the stove with a thump.

"Nonsense! It's all lies!"

"Harry. Don't be fooled!"

"I once thought that there would be good people in Slytherin. He was a supervisor and later became the president of the Student Union. All students except Dumbledore liked him. He had excellent grades and got 12 Os in OWLs and NEWTs."

“He is also very patient with students like me.”

"But it was all lies! He framed me! He killed Myrtle! He got me fired! And then he became someone who can't even be named!"

"Harry! You must remember that there is no witch or wizard who later turned bad who did not come from Slytherin. Slytherins are all filthy bad guys!"

Hagrid buried his face in his palms as big as a palm fan and sobbed like a child.

He didn't notice at all how shocking what he said was.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, unable to digest what they had just heard.

And Bagel shared everything he saw and heard with Riddle when Hagrid exploded.

In Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Riddle looked puzzled, "Brother Rubeus."

"What? Voldemort still feels guilty?" Bagel couldn't help but said sarcastically.

"Yes." Riddle answered decisively, "This is the margin of strength. I am already immortal, so I allow myself to have these weaknesses. I live more selflessly than anyone else, and I live forever. This may be the reason why I didn't choose to kill Hagrid when I caught him in the Forbidden Forest in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in your story. I didn't even torture him."

In the cabin, Harry stuttered, "You and Voldemort are classmates? How old are you?"

"62 years old, what's wrong?" Hagrid subconsciously ignored Voldemort's name.

"62?" Harry rubbed his eyes and looked at Hagrid's baby face, which looked no more than 30 years old. He couldn't imagine that Hagrid was so old.

Baqir was not very surprised.

Before, he knew that Voldemort was 64 years old from Riddle.

But even so, he thought Hagrid was in his fifties. He had not expected that Hagrid and Voldemort were only two years apart in age.

Half a second later, Hagrid came back to his senses, "You all forget it!"

He seemed very angry and ashamed, "This has nothing to do with you! Don't you have any sympathy? This is my shame!"

"Oh," Hermione's eyes were red with emotion, "it's not your fault, Hagrid. There is nothing to be ashamed of knowing Voldemort."

"Then could you please stop repeating that name? Dumbledore said we shouldn't be afraid of it, but who is as great as him? I mean, could you please leave me alone for a while?" Hagrid was a little incoherent.

On the way back to the castle, Ron regretted it very much. "We actually left like that! Voldemort! Hagrid was actually his classmate! He even fooled us! Maybe we can get to know Voldemort in his school days closely from Hagrid's own mouth! How cool is that!"

Baqir shrugged. "Actually I know. If you know anything about the trophy room."

"Inside." Harry stopped abruptly. "Is there the trophy that Voldemort won?"

Basil nodded. "There is a very rare award in it, the Award for Special Contribution to the School. Hagrid was expelled in June 1942, when he was 6 years old and in the third grade. Myrtle also died in that year. At the same time, another person won this award. Combined with Hagrid's claim of being framed."

"This person is Voldemort!" Hermione raised her hand to answer.

"Yes, Tom Marvolo Riddle," said Badgill.

"Voldemort's name is so common?" Ron couldn't believe it.

"Normal?" Basil smiled evilly. "He pulled his wand out of his pocket.

He drew a few strokes in the air and wrote three shining names:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then he waved his wand, and the letters automatically switched positions, becoming:

I am Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 58 The Last Semester is Coming to an End

Basil thought that Hogwarts was cold enough in November.

But one day in December, he woke up from his dream.

Hogwarts had changed.

Outside the castle, everything turned white.

The snow on the ground was several feet thick and the lake was covered with hard ice.

Inside the castle, only the lounge and the auditorium had roaring fires.

As for the rest of the area, whether it was the corridors with freezing drafts or the classrooms with window glass rattling in the biting cold wind, it was not a warm place.

This also caused the castle to be filled with smoke for a period of time.

This is because the weather suddenly turned cold, which caused a cold to spread among a group of students.

Madam Pomfrey's refreshing potion from the head nurse had an immediate effect on the cold.

This medicine is very useful. I was sick with a runny nose just a second ago, but after drinking it, I immediately felt energetic.

But the consequence is that smoke will continue to come out of the ears for several hours.

So, for the next period of time, everyone obediently put on fur cloaks, rarely left the lounge unless necessary, or stayed in the auditorium all the time.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Adventurous Gryffindors are not afraid of catching a cold.

Whenever they had time, they would play snowball fights outside the castle.

Fred and George are the best among them.

He used magic to create several snowballs and teased the students passing by, chasing them and hitting them.

But unfortunately, Quirrell, whose teaching level is no longer so poor, is no longer chased and hit on the back of the head with magic snowballs by the two of them.

Voldemort's face was spared.

Badgill couldn't stand Voldemort being ignored.

So, one time when Quirrell was passing by, a snowball inexplicably hit him on the back of the head.

Voldemort's face, which had been covered all day, finally felt a little cool.

This was not the only thing that made Bagel happy.

Last week, as he was eating a bacon sandwich and humming a song, Professor McGonagall came over.

Only then did he realize that Hogwarts was also divided into upper and lower semesters.

Just as the Sorting Ceremony was concealed from the young wizards, the holiday was also concealed from the first-year students.

The last semester usually ends the week before Christmas, and most students and teachers go back to their own homes.

That means holidays!

In the second week of December, the deans of each college will write down the names of students who will stay on campus and not go home for Christmas.

The holiday was quite long, starting on Friday the 12th, the third week of December, and ending in early January 20.

11 days!

The best part is, there is no extra homework assigned this holiday!

It can be said that he can play however he wants during these 11 days!

Baqir happily left his name on the registration form.

Hermione looked at Bagel reluctantly and chose not to leave her name.

It is worth mentioning that Ron was not kept. Bagel remembered that he was there at Christmas, but Hermione was not.

Until Ron, Percy looked grateful and said that Bagel's money-saving tips saved their family a lot of money.

The original plan was for the Weasleys to go to Romania to visit Charlie, but it turned into a family trip.

By the way, get Ron a new wand.

Good man, once you have money you spend it recklessly, right?

This made Ron very happy, as he had been depressed recently because the progress of his investigation into Lockhart was interrupted and Hagrid avoided him.

They were preparing to leave the dungeon after last Friday's Potions class.

I found that the corridor in front was completely blocked by a huge fir tree.

Ron recognized Hagrid's identity immediately from the two big feet sticking out from under the tree and the loud wheezing sound.

He couldn't wait to stick his head through the branches and said, "Hagrid, would you like to chat? I'll help you out."

As a result, Hagrid found strength from nowhere and immediately picked up the fir tree and disappeared wheezing.

It seems that even Hagrid knows Ron's gossip now.

Fortunately, Ron had to go to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand, so he was able to leave school early after the Potions class on Friday morning.

So that he didn't see a scene that would surely drive him crazy with jealousy.

It was dinner time, and the auditorium looked beautiful and magnificent.

The walls were hung with festoons of holly and mistletoe, and there were twelve towering Christmas trees scattered throughout the room, some with tiny icicles hanging from their branches, some with hundreds of flickering candles, and some with glittering golden bubbles floating on their backs.

Compared with these gorgeous decorations, there were far fewer people in the auditorium.

Although a large number of students choose to leave school by train on Saturday morning.

But there are still a number of students who are eager to go home and take the train home as soon as the get out of class is over in the afternoon.

However, unlike the other three sparsely populated tables, the Slytherin table was exceptionally lively.

A group of burly men gathered together, and there was a faint flash of golden light in the middle.

When Badger led Hermione and followed Harry into the hall, the crowd dispersed.

Draco Malfoy appeared inside.

He held a broom high in the air and gave Harry a smug smile.

"Is that a Nimbus 2000?" Harry recognised the broomstick instantly; he had the same one.

Hermione snorted disinterestedly, "Boring boy."

Then he glued his eyes back to Bagir's body.

She was leaving tomorrow morning and didn't want to waste a single second with Bagel.