My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 111 Special Knocker

"Tom, what are you doing?"

In the Slytherin lounge, Tom, who had finished sorting potions, was writing on the small wooden table by the fireplace. Hearing the voice next to him, he quickly covered the parchment with his hands, and turned his head to look behind him.

His movement was a little big, which woke up the dozing kitten lying in his arms, and the question mark got up a little seriously, and threw it on his face with an wailing sound.

"Oh! I'm writing to Gnar, and I have to send him something by the way...Stop it! Don't touch your nose!" Tom asked while struggling, "Is there anything you want to bring to him? Something? I can stuff it into the package, anyway, I will send a little more."

"Let's think about it... I knit gloves for you, but that's a Christmas gift, let's wait until Christmas." The visitor picked up the kitten from Tom's head, gently held it in his arms and shook it. Soon a comfortable grunt came out of his throat, and he wagged his tail against her arm.

"Okay, then I don't care about you." Tom wrote down the last address carefully, picked up the wand to dry himself, carefully rolled up the parchment, tied a knot and pressed the wax, and suddenly woke up like a dream Turning around, he asked, "Chris, why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Christian blinked his bright black eyes, stared at Tom and asked, "Can't I come here?"

"No," Tom looked behind Christian, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, wrote Nelson's name on the side of the parchment, and whispered, "This is the Slytherin lounge, only Slytherin Leitlin's students only know the password, how did you get in?"

"I walked in after a girl," Christian said smugly, holding up the green square scarf tucked into his collar, "She also asked me what grade I was in, and wanted to invite me to Hogsmeade for the weekend !"

"..." Tom was a little sad. He felt that the phrase "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world" that Nelson had told him before was lying to him, so he had no choice but to stand up and pick up the tightly packed bag at his feet. said, "I'm going to the tower of Ravenclaw to post a letter, are you going? Do you want to have dinner together later? I have an appointment with Alphard and Walburga."

"Okay~" The girl smiled sweetly, followed Tom, and walked towards the door of the lounge with the kitten in her arms.

"Do you think we can put it in a package and send it to Gnar?" Tom stood by the corridor and waited for the stairs leading to the tower to turn around. Will my master make him not be so manic?"

"No!" Christian hugged the kitten in his hand, strangled it to wake up from the doze, and gave a weak "meow", she argued with reason, and said disgustedly, "Look at what you're talking about Talk! Let a kitten as thin as the question mark fly across the ocean on an owl? How can it stand the bumps of the journey, and what kind of cat will he have? If you can't take care of it, give it to me and Mettle raised."

"Thin?" Tom waited until he reached the stairs, and stepped up first. He felt that he might have misheard, and couldn't help repeating Christian's outrageous adjective.

"Isn't it thin and thin? It's so small, so pitiful and cute." Christian shook the awakened kitten gently, and the question mark stuck out his head from her arms to look at Tom provocatively, then turned his head and licked it gently He licked Christian's cheek, and buried his head into her arms with a "meow". After this operation, Christian's whole body was about to melt. She hugged the kitten tightly and rubbed against her face, drowning Staying in the middle of the stairs, Tom watched the stairs lead Christian to the direction leading to the Hufflepuff Tower, and hurriedly chased along the corridor.

"It's a crime..." He stroked his forearm and neck, the scratch from the question mark just now was aching, looking at Christian who was moving along the stairs, he couldn't help but sigh, "Dumbledore really knows how to buy things , the characters of the two pets are all so irritable..."

After a lot of tossing, Tom and Christian finally arrived at the bottom of the Ravenclaw tower, climbed up the stairs that no longer performed Brownian motion, and passed the door of the Ravenclaw lounge.

"To tell you the truth, Ravenclaw's lounge is much better than Slytherin's. The brass ring at the door may be rusty. You ask weird questions all day long." Christian trotted along Whispering beside Tom, who noticed the speed of Christian's short legs, Tom slowed down and listened to her comment on the door knocker that the Ravenclaws are proud of, "The last time I came here to look for Myrtle, the door It blocked a lot of people, do you know what questions it asked?"

"What?" Tom frowned. He only knew that the door knocker might be a relatively precious antique, but he never cared what questions it asked.

"It asked them who the prime minister of the UK was."

"Isn't Chamberlain?"

"Yes," Christian nodded, "but none of them knew."

"Uh...Maybe it's because Chamberlain is the Muggle Prime Minister?" Tom thought for a moment and explained, "Many wizards don't pay attention to Muggle affairs. To them, Chamberlain may not be as important as a blue-collar Quidditch player."

"That's the problem!" Christian looked around, saw no one around, and let go of his voice slightly, "At least half of those people are Muggle-born students, I think they obviously know it, but it's just No one said."

"Why?" Tom was puzzled. "Is it because Ravenclaw students think this kind of question is too simple to show their wisdom?"

"No one likes to stay in the corridor and blow the cold wind." Christian's experience of scrambling in the London sewers all year round is almost as good as that of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Said, "For many Muggle-born students, this past and origin is a stain on them. After coming to Hogwarts, they will do their best to cut off their connection with Muggles, even Christmas is not been home."

"Strange, isn't it? I always thought that Ravenclaws would only be depressed because of poor grades." Tom blew a slightly heavy whistle, and strode towards the top of the tower.

"It's not just Ravenclaw, it's like this in other colleges. Many Muggle-born wizards like us hate their own origins. I have a roommate who spends all day looking through other people's genealogies in order to become a member of an ancient family. Instead Disdain for the report card.”

"Oh, that's right," Tom said lightly, remembering the things he always forgot when he heard this, "Give me a copy of the report card later, and Gnar and I will check your study results."

"..." Christian, who was in the middle of a conversation, suddenly lost interest in speaking. She pursed her mouth and turned her head to the side.

"Also," Tom stopped suddenly, and Christian, who was not looking at the road, accidentally bumped into his back. The question mark was squeezed between the two, and he let out a weak scream. Tom took a step away and turned around. He stood up and said seriously, "Don't try to use the little magic that Alphard taught you to modify your grades. My eyes can see through all disguises."

"Okay..." Christian replied dryly, and trotted to keep up with Tom who had already walked away.

"Feel the wisdom of Ravenclaw," Tom said in a long-winded manner, "whether they are wise or not, at least advocating wisdom is enough wisdom in itself, don't learn from those boys in your academy, the whole I just wanted to drill into the Forbidden Forest."

At this moment, he just passed the door of the Ravenclaw lounge, and felt someone approaching the door knocker asking a question:

"Who is the most beautiful knocker in the world?"

"Oh..." Tom stopped again, bowed to the door knocker with a chuckle, and complimented, "Of course it's you, beautiful lady."

"Wonderful answer," the door knocker didn't open the door to the Ravenclaw lounge as usual, but asked another question with a clear female voice, "Who is the smartest person in the world? "

"It is well known that Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw is the smartest person in the world." Tom said softly. He had never dealt with this door knocker before, and he didn't know that it would not ask so many questions.

Tom raised his head and saw that the door knocker exuding the unique luster of bronze was knocking on the wall at a very high frequency. He didn't understand if it had emotions, but if it did, it should be at this moment Emotional, so Tom turned his head and continued, "But I think everyone has his own wisdom, and even Ravenclaw himself dare not say that he has all the knowledge in all aspects-for me, Everyone is wise in what he is good at."

The door knocker fell silent, and after a while, when Tom was getting impatient and about to leave, the clear female voice asked again, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Tom straightened up, looked at the door knocker, and felt more and more that this antique that could communicate smoothly with people was of great value, and the scarlet in his eyes flashed.

"You don't look like you want to come in?" the knocker asked again.

"I'm just passing by." Tom raised his valuation of the door knocker by another order of magnitude, and his eyes became a little unscrupulous.

"Next time you come in, you don't need to ask questions." It lifted slightly, and after saying the last sentence, it fell down, making a crisp knocking sound against the door panel.

Tom stood there waiting for a while, and found that it hadn't moved at all, and then cast a strange look at Christian who was standing aside, and asked, "Does it like me? No, why should I come here next time? I'm running What are you doing in the Ravenclaw lounge?"

"I don't know." Christian had a good time with Myrtle, she was a frequent visitor here and understood what the door knocker was once a virtue - a strange question that would just mechanically repeat "what's the difference between zero and one" It was the first time she saw someone could communicate with it, and she couldn't help casting admiring glances at Tom.

When the figures of the two disappeared from the corner of the corridor, a milky white translucent figure emerged from the wall attached to the door knocker. She was a tall lady with a gentle face but a touch of arrogance. She wore an ancient long dress, her hair was draped casually behind her, and strands of hair that had turned into thin braids were interspersed in the long hair.

This is the ghost of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, she looked in the direction where the two disappeared, and murmured:

"A Slytherin? Mother, do you hear..."

Unlike Nelson, Tom's luck is very good. Every time he comes to Ravenclaw Tower to send a letter, he has never encountered any supernatural events, nor has he met the ghost-like Professor Sykes. He is safe and sound. Arrived in front of the owl room.

"you say……"

Tom pushed open the door of the owl room, glanced around, walked towards a big owl inside, turned his head to Christian and asked, "Do you think the door knocker can be taken off?"

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"Please be sure to deliver it as soon as possible, thank you." Tom stuffed the rolled parchment into the letter box on the owl's leg, put the package at its feet, took out a box of small tomatoes from his pocket and put it on the owl. At the side of the shelf, I took out a grain and fed it to the owl, patted its strong wings, and said, "There are fragile items in the package, please be careful."

The owl swallowed the little tomato, lowered its head and bit out another one from the box, and let out a clear cry, as a promise.

"That box is for you. You can leave after you finish eating. It's too early now." Tom walked to the door of the owl room and was about to leave. It's dangerous, try to fly as high as possible."

Christian grabbed Tom's vacant sleeve, and seeing Tom let out a soft sigh, he missed his unnamed bar-headed owl.

"Tom..." Christian pulled Tom's sleeve and whispered, "I'm hungry."

"Let's go, let's go eat." Tom nodded and walked towards the restaurant, "Speaking of which, the two of them should be arriving soon, Walburga brought the drinks from her home, Alphard said he found another New secret way."

"Can I go to Hogsmeade?"

"I don't know?" Tom shrugged. "But why are you in a hurry? Next year you can also go there through the gate. Is it fun to climb over the wall and drill holes?"

"It's fun," Christian nodded seriously, and said, "By the way, after you told me about the roster in Hogsmeade, I went to ask Professor Slughorn—he Check it out for me."

"Have you found it? When is your birthday?"

"December [-]th, coincidentally, it's a day earlier than you."

"That's a year late..."

"One day early!"

"One year late..."

　Does anyone know why the computer can sometimes read the mechanical hard disk when it is turned on, and sometimes not? (My system disk is a solid state)
　　I wrote this chapter twice today, and it was too difficult for me.

　　(Chapter [-] doesn't have a chapter, I feel bad, the chapter name can't be changed)

　　
　
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