My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 10 The Uncle's Letter
The next morning, Nelson blocked Dumbledore at the door of the dining room and took an envelope from his pocket.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is the letter you gave me during the holidays."

"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Dumbledore took the envelope, tucked it into the sleeve of his wizard's robe, and walked to the dining room.

"Professor Dumbledore—" Nelson hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore stopped and looked down at Nelson.

"There's actually nothing in this envelope of yours, right?"

"Haha." Dumbledore patted Nelson on the shoulder and didn't answer directly, "Let's go, be careful not to miss the delicious food."

He took the first step and walked to the dining room, and Nelson quickly entered, found Tom to sit down with, and began to enjoy his own breakfast.

"Nal, our first class today is the Dean's get out of class. I organized a Slytherin freshman party after class. Would you like to come?" Tom poked a fork from Nelson's plate. Small tomatoes.

"No, I'm going to go to the library after class." Nelson shook his head and refused. He maintained good study habits and knew that books were the ladder of human progress.

"Okay," said Tom dryly. "What!"

A large grey owl suddenly dropped a package into his arms.

"The Theory of Magic is out of stock for the holidays."

"Why did you throw it to me!" Tom looked at the crushed tomatoes in his hand and threw them onto the plate in front of him, preparing to put another one on Nelson's plate.

"I left our names, maybe because your alphabet is higher?" Nelson saw an owl hovering above his head, he reached out and a newspaper fell into his hand, "You can put I lost that old book over the holidays."

"No, it—"

"It's the Daily Prophet. Let me see. Dumbledore has been awarded again. The Wizengamot is considering inviting him to be a member of the Standing Committee. Celebrating the 850th anniversary of the Daily Prophet... Reading the news feels like the British Ministry of Magic Under the rule, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful.”

"These media are really disgusting," Tom had already picked up the fourth small tomato, and Nelson brought the plate directly next to him, "I thought you knew, you read books there every day, you have to understand current affairs , which helps us adapt to the world more quickly... The dark wizards in Europe have become more rampant recently, and they have even started to make attacks in Wales, you know, there has been a lot of tension on the Muggle side recently."

"Yes, there will be war soon."

"Oh? Isn't it, Chamberlain is not... It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with us, it's mainly the dark wizard, you know, he's really powerful, Getler Grindelwald." Tom flaunted.

Hearing the name, the surrounding suddenly became quiet, and a few people looked at them with a strange look. Nelson finally understood when he heard the name, not only the world of Muggles was shrouded in the cloud of war, but also the world of wizards and wizards. There is also a terrifying Iron Curtain at the top - the Dark Lord Grindelwald and his saints.

"What does it have to do with us, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world." Nelson hurriedly said loudly, and the surrounding noise soon recovered.

"That's true, but I think he--" Tom was about to speak, "what is this!"

An envelope fell from the sky, and it landed on Tom's head. He grabbed the envelope, looked at the name on it, and threw it on Nelson's desk angrily. "Your letter."

Nelson took the letter, and the envelope was written in two neat lines:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Mr Nelson Wirtning Williams
Jonas Nicklaus

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Dear Nar:
haven't seen you for a long time!I just came back from a business trip in Czechoslovakia, where the only specialties are beer and some bitters. You won't bring it to you if you are not old enough. When you grow up, we can go there for vacation together.

To be honest, the situation here is not optimistic. I feel that the whole of Europe is about to change. When the next interview is over, I am going to ask the newspaper for a leave of absence. I will stay in the UK for two years and accompany your aunt. Taking care of you for a while, didn't expect you to be taken away by a boarding school - a magic school!After being friends with your parents, I used to think magic was just a joke your father made to me... I never mentioned your father to you before because I don't know where to start, and I don't know if I should Telling you that your father was a wizard and that both of your parents disappeared in a magical tragedy, as far as I am concerned, I would not let you touch those things again.

But there seems to be some fatalistic magic in the blood of wizards, and you have to accept your destiny before I return to London.

Your father is a good friend of mine, his name is Mergan Wertning, we put his last name in the middle of your name, he left you 11 years ago and disappeared, we don't know if he had anything Invincible enemy, so use your mother's Williams as your surname - it's one of the most common surnames in the UK, and the Wertlings seem to sound like a Nordic family after all.He's a funny, chatty, charismatic guy who looks almost exactly like you, but unlike you he laughs a lot... you'll have to smile more.When I was chatting with him before, he said that he hoped that his child would become a brave person. I disagree. In this era of chaos, I hope you can become a wise person.

About your mother, you can go home for the holidays and let your aunt tell you.

As an uncle, I really didn't fulfill my obligations as an elder. I spent most of the time running outside for so many years, and I didn't accompany you and your aunt well... But the good thing is that even so, you have grown up. He became an excellent and proud child.

Gnar, the stories of your predecessors shouldn't be a burden on you, just be who you want to be.I'm leaving for Poland soon, so I won't say more... If you have anything to say, write to me, I remember the wizard's owl can find me.Gnar, it's almost October, remember to wear two extra clothes.

love you uncle jonas
1938/9/1

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"Has your uncle come home?" asked Tom beside him.

"Well, as soon as we left on the front foot, he went home on the back foot." Nelson raised his head with his eyes closed. He remembered that his uncle had brought him to eat, drink, and travel around for ten years. German, remembering the tie that his uncle gave him for his birthday this year—it was longer than Nelson's wand, and he had to put it in a drawer at home.He remembered the joyful reunions with his relatives over the past ten years.

"Nal," Tom held his back, "We'll have a holiday for Christmas, and it just so happens that your birthday is on New Year's Day, so we can go back to London."

"Isn't your birthday also on the same day?" Nelson calmed down, turned his face, and handed Tom a plate of small tomatoes, "We can spend it together, by the way, do you only eat tomatoes in the morning?"

"This is delicious." Tom poked again.

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"Welcome to Slytherin!" Horace Slughorn's image was very different from the fat old walrus-like man Nelson remembered. Slytherin's first class was taught by their dean of potions, no Students from other colleges take classes together.The professor stood on the lectern next to three covered cauldrons on fire.

"Potions is an ancient, mysterious and extraordinary subject." Professor Slughorn said, his tone was soothing, but it seemed to be full of magic, affecting the thoughts of every Slytherin student. "Unlike magic spells, most potions are made without waving your wand or casting any magic, which makes many people think it's not part of true magic - but! There are countless potions that you can't imagine. Its efficacy—in contrast, it requires extraordinary knowledge, calm thinking...and, in turn, unshakable patience from its makers."

"Potion is a science that requires a lot of time, energy, and wealth—but even if you give it all, even if you give it all, it will close the door to the untalented!"

"The gain brought by such a huge price is the greatness of potions. Potions can help you increase strength, seize wealth, brew glory, and even defeat death."

Bewitching words came from the podium, his voice was cadenced, and many freshmen had begun to aspire to become a potion master.Nelson noticed that when Professor Slughorn said the end, Tom next to him also sat up straight, and even a red light flashed in his black eyes.

"Is this magic? What a vivid form of expression." Nelson complained in his heart.

"Can anyone know what the three pots of potion on my right are? Those who answer correctly will be rewarded."

This is difficult for the little snakes next to him. Wouldn't anyone have finished all the textbooks before school started?No way?No way?They murmured in their hearts.

Professor Slughorn lifted the lids of two cauldrons, one was a light orange, soothing potion that was bubbling, and the other contained a golden potion, like It looks like the sun is happy.

"Who can answer?" Tom and Nelson raised their hands.

Slughorn called Tom's name, and he looked even more pleasing to the handsome dark-haired lad.

"It's cough drops and euphoria, Professor." Tom stood up and answered courteously, while the surrounding Slytherin students looked at him with admiration, and of course, jealousy or disdain.

"That's right," Slughorn opened the roster in his hand, "Tom Riddle, you're an excellent student, and as a reward, I'll give Slytherin, my own house, ten points! "

Tom bowed slightly and sat down.

"Now, please open the "Magic Potion" in your hands, and we will officially start the first class!"

The classmates hurriedly turned the book, and suddenly a short girl with short hair raised her hand and asked, "What's in the third crucible?"

"Nice question," Slughorn wasn't offended by the interruption, flipping through the roster, "Jessica Ollivander, well, this potion was a surprise."

"I hope all of you can study hard after class. In next week's class, students who can recognize it will win a special reward."

(End of this chapter)