My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 105 When the first snowball flies out, the snowball fight begins
"Tom!" Christian gritted his molars tightly, and pushed forward step by step like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and said viciously, "You know that's not what I'm talking about!"

Because of long-term malnutrition, Christian's height just reached Tom's chest, which made her eyes only see the scarf on Tom's chest when she was too close.

"I see." Tom nodded and said, "You want a scarf like this, don't you? I'll write to Aunt Bella next week and ask her to weave you one for Christmas too. We, um...we can make it up' NTK combo', sounds pretty cool."

Tom put his hand on the top of Christian's head, and the moment she showed a narrow-necked and squinting kitten look, he grabbed her hat with lightning speed.

"Tom!"

Christian was stunned for a while, then started to catch up with Tom who had already run a long way.

"Bat attack!!!" She pulled out her wand and chased Tom who was laughing angrily.

In the first snowfall, young boys and girls were chasing each other in the snow. Christian's half-long hair lost the restraint of the hat, and flew wantonly as she ran. The crystal snowflakes fell on the top of her head and did not immediately Melting, but will choose to stay for a while, like a veil, and like a crown, from a dynamic point of view, dots of silver light flicker in the long black hair, as beautiful as a galaxy.

Mischievous spells were flying all over the sky. Hogsmeade was mostly Hogwarts students who came to relax today. Everyone watched this pair of rowdy classmates with great interest, and everyone was eager to try.

Until a slug curse that Tom dodged hit a Ravenclaw boy, the young people around finally couldn't bear the restless desire, pulled out their wands and started a spectacular snowball fight.

"Are you okay?" Tom hurried to the boy who was knocked down, turned his head to avoid a spell, and helped him stand up, squinting his eyes to identify the hapless boy, and asked, "Are you Dwight?"

"You, vomit..." Dwight turned his head and spat out a slug into the gutter beside the road, "Yes, vomit...do you know me?"

"You were sometimes with Nelson in Potions class last year, remember?" Tom took out his wand and pointed at him, "Curse Stop."

"Ugh..." Dwight spat out the last slug, and said gratefully, "Thank you, I'm much better. Thanks to you, otherwise I would be interrupted by this slug if I didn't say the stopping spell myself." .”

"It's a good idea." Tom couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.

"Hold...Sorry, Tom." Christian ran over in a panic, first glanced at Dwight, and then whispered to Tom after finding that he was fine, "I seem to have gotten into trouble..."

"What's the matter?" Tom turned around. On the streets of Hogsmeade, colorful spells were flying back and forth. From the second grade to the seventh grade, almost all the students who could go out were in a ball, maybe it was to celebrate the first snow. The carnival is still venting years of accumulated anger.

"Miss, this has nothing to do with you, vomit..." Dwight suddenly spit out another small slug, "Why is there another one... They just want to find a chance to indulge, I'm going too, goodbye !"

After all, he aimed at the back of a Ravenclaw boy, and flew over with a fierce tap dancing curse, and then jumped at the boy who started dancing, laughing horribly.

"Hiss...it's scary." Tom grabbed Christian's arm and pulled her to another quieter street next door, looking at her face flushed red from the cold because she didn't have a hat, and said apologetically, " Let's go drink some hot tea and see how the child is frozen."

After finishing speaking, he dragged her to a deserted teahouse on the side of the road, which was on the verge of closing down due to poor management.

"I know this teahouse. Alphard found a secret passage that leads directly from Hogwarts to the basement of this shop. The entrance is... er, I won't tell you." Tom took Christian away Go in and say to the store manager, "Two cups of taro mash Bobo milk tea, please warm them up, thank you."

"He said that when he has money in the future, he must take this store down and open a candy store, specializing in all kinds of sweets." Tom continued the topic just now, and then lowered his head and told Christian, "You find a place first. Sit down, I'm going to do some shopping and I'll be right back."

Then he opened the door, took the newsboy hat and walked out, not forgetting to ask: "Don't drink my cup."

"Let me see, where is it? I remember seeing it when I came here." Tom looked around and found his target, "I found... Fengya Wizard Clothing Store."

Tom wrapped his scarf tightly and walked towards the clothing store against the increasingly bitter wind and snow.

"Ding dong~" He pushed open the door and touched the wind chime at the door, which made a crisp sound. The shopkeeper who was staying in the workshop heard the sound and came out quickly.

"Honey, do you want to see a dress that matches yours?" The shop owner is a bald man with a charming figure. He is wearing a plain silk white robe. He is holding an orchid and pointing at Tom. The soft robe follows him Vigorously twisting the steps of the hip joints, he floated magically, making people dizzy.

He proudly raised his orchid finger to his ear and said, "I can find the most fashionable clothes in the world here. If you are not satisfied, I can also customize it."

"Uh...no need." Seeing the shopkeeper's appearance, Tom felt a chill, quickly raised his newsboy hat, and said quickly, "I just want to buy a Gryffindor crest, just like this hat Similar in size to the Slytherin emblem on it."

"Of course my dear." The shopkeeper walked slowly to the clothes hanger next to him, opened a small drawer, and found a gold badge. He gently blew the dust on it, picked up the badge and walked back to Tom. "This was in stock when Hogwarts ordered school uniforms from our house many years ago, but in the past two years they let students buy wizard robes by themselves, so they all went to Diagon Alley to order."

"Yes, it's amazing," said Tom dryly.

"So, my dear, you're lucky." The shopkeeper tossed the badge into Tom's arms, and held up a finger. "It's only ten Sickles. Are you going to sew it on your hat? I can help you."

"No, thank you." Tom shook his head, quickly counted out ten silver coins and put them on the counter, and fled this strange shop, "I can do it myself."

When he returned to the street, Tom found that the flames of war in the next street had spread to this street, and a fiercer battle than before was taking place. There were spells flying over the street, and he ran back to the teahouse through the "hail of bullets" , sat on the chair, took a sip of her milk tea, and started to sew her hat in front of Christian.

"I want to wear Slytherin! Gryffindor's lion is so ugly." Christian said awkwardly, lying on the table, drinking milk tea with his chin propped up, "And you made me this hat of……"

"No, you will be isolated by your classmates wearing a Slytherin hat, and I bought it in Diagon Alley, not made it myself." Tom skillfully picked off the stitches on the inside of the hat and put the Slytherin badge on He took it off and put it back in his pocket, snapped his fingers with one hand, and said to the waiter who ran over, "Can you get me a toothpick?"

"No... I see that they and I often play together."

"You can't think so simple." Tom turned the toothpick brought by the waiter into a needle, unpacked the thread bag attached to the badge, and threaded the thread onto the needle, "You have to be gregarious in school, otherwise it's easy Being bullied, I know a girl who is always bullied by her classmates."

"Ah? How is she?" Christian quickly became concerned about others, "Is she okay?"

"Fortunately," Tom's long and pale fingers fluttered up and down, the fine stitches were quickly formed, and the gold and red badge was quickly sewn onto the hat firmly, "I think this matter should be settled soon, I I have already found someone to help solve it... To be honest, I feel that the brains of those who engage in school bullying are somewhat out of order."

"That's right." The blind student quickly discovered Huadian, "Do you like that girl?"

"No, but I think she likes Gnar very much." Tom shook his head and continued, "I'm not sure, but everyone says so anyway."

"Oh..." Christian rolled her eyes, and she seemed to know who Tom was talking about. After thinking about it, she turned to look at the hat that had been gradually finished, and exclaimed, "Not bad, I didn't expect you would This kind of manual work."

"I can't help it. When I was in London, the elbow of the old coat was easy to tear. If you stay in the orphanage for a long time, you can also sew clothes. Although we don't have to worry about food and clothing, we still have to wear old clothes. Gnar will also, but we usually go to Martha who is next door to Gnar to sew hats. On the knot, the end of the thread quickly curled up. He picked up the hat and patted it, and placed it squarely on Christian's head. He nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, very symmetrical."

"Thank you~" Christian held the hat with both hands, as if he was afraid that it would fall off, and said happily while drinking milk tea, "I will also give you a warm hat when you celebrate your birthday!"

"You're welcome... Oh, by the way." He said again, "Don't you know when your birthday is? Professor Slughorn told me a few days ago that every little wizard with magical talent When the UK is born, his name will be recorded in the school roll, you can go to your dean and ask to see the roll, I don't think they will refuse a request from a girl who wants to know what day her birthday is .”

……

"Today is Laura's birthday," said old Tom Riddle standing on the edge of the deck, wearing a heavy coat, holding a pipe in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and said to Captain Jack beside him, crying , "If she was still with me, she would be 12 years old by now."

Old Tom only looks like a mature adult when he talks about his dead wife and daughter. To others, the words "I'm rich, come and lick me" are always written on his face, and he is always pretentious. Domineering attitude - this attitude even includes when he talks about his son, in his opinion, this son does not seem to be much different from the housekeeper at home.

"I hope I can find my son in France this time." Old Tom grinned, showing his yellow teeth, "I have already made a will. When I die, he will inherit part of my family business, and the other part of the will is only He will only be announced by the lawyer after he finds Laura. In order to inherit this part of the family property, he will definitely spend all his wealth to find my daughter, but he does not know that all the wealth in the other will is left to Laura, hahaha. "

He smiled triumphantly, as if calculating his own son was something to be proud of.

"It will be found." Even though Captain Jack slandered countless times in his heart, he still comforted Old Tom. The cruise ship was approaching the French harbor, and he couldn't stand Old Tom's repeated requests. He was holding two photos in his hand, ready to Go back later and post it on the notice board at the door of the captain’s cabin—a clipping of Tom’s report, and an old photo. In the photo, a quirky little girl smiles sweetly, “I’ll ask you later Ask the newspaper friends I know, like Mr. Williams and this...Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, as public figures and artists of this magnitude. There will always be other places.”

Hearing Grindelwald's name, a man on the deck who was chatting with his companions while holding a wine glass moved his ears. He quietly approached Old Tom, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two while socializing.

"Can you tell me about that Williams?" Old Tom asked curiously after taking a sip of his spirits, "I have to make sure he is not a liar, after all, my property will soon be handed over to my son. "

"Don't worry, Mr. Williams doesn't care much about your family property." Little Jack, who heard old Tom forcing Lai Lai all the way, couldn't help but reply. He played the role of a wine bottle holder perfectly before. Now he finally can't stand this proud old man anymore, "Maybe your son doesn't like your little family property, after all, his career is also flourishing now."

"What kind of business?" Old Tom yelled loudly. For him, scolding himself was far less unpleasant than saying that his son was doing well. He tried his best to deny the news in the newspaper, "What kind of business is this, without my family property, He is nothing! Presumably he must be unhappy now? I really look forward to having a dear father..."

"You are simply unreasonable..." Little Jack put down the bottle, shook his head and left. Old Tom didn't seem to hear him at all, and was still intoxicated with himself.

(End of this chapter)