My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 124 Your Backpack
Back in the dormitory, Tom was a little uneasy. He didn't know what happened, but Mrs. Climans's expression and the shooting star in the divination class had already explained a lot of things, and a feeling of heart palpitations lingered in his chest all the time. Tom shook his head, putting these strange emotions behind him. He was an hour away from boarding a train for London and crossing the border to France by the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic.

He walked to the bed, the dormitory was empty at the moment, the three roommates went to have supper, and the other bed had been empty since this semester, at this time a funny English short with a question mark on his face Snoring on the empty bed.

Tom sat down on the bed, lifted the pillow, and took out a small handbag from underneath. It was given to him by Bella last Thanksgiving. Tom unfastened the buckle of the handbag and checked the contents one by one.

"Passports, visas, train tickets, applications and permits to use the cross-border fireplace... er, what's this? Oh, bank stubs, and newspaper clippings... well, some money should be enough."

He folded the receipts and stuffed them back into his handbag, returned the pillow and quilt to their original positions, picked up his handbag and walked to Nelson's bed. Tom squatted down and stroked the back of the question mark, and whispered, "When you wake up, go find Chris." Well, or Mettle, I'm going away for a few days and probably won't be able to feed you."

The kitten opened its sleepy eyes, saw Tom, rubbed its head and ears against his palm, purred twice, and curled up to sleep again.

"Okay, then you stay here, I think there should be food everywhere in Hogwarts." Tom stood up, rolled the quilt on Nelson's bed around the question mark, and said, "If you can't find If you get food, go find the other three people who live here, and if they don’t give you food, you’ll bite them!"

"Meow~" the kitten raised its head lazily and barked, as if it agreed to him.

"I'm leaving." Tom bent down and rubbed the kitten's head vigorously, causing it to scream unhappily a few times. He took away his hand, picked up the box that had been prepared, stuffed his handbag in it, and went to the bedroom Go to the door.

"Bang——" Tom seemed to have kicked something, causing a pain in the thumb of his right foot. He lowered his head, and a dusty schoolbag was lying by the door.

"What the hell?" He pinched the bag strap with two fingers and lifted it up, frowned in distaste, threw out his wand and pointed at the schoolbag, and said softly, "Clean it up!"

"Isn't this Gnar's bag? Why is it still here? How long has it been there?" Looking at the clean schoolbag in front of him, Tom frowned even tighter. "Who put it here?"

Tom looked up at the wall clock. It was only four or ten minutes before the train left. He stuffed his backpack into the box, got up and left the room.

"Whatever it is? Send it to Gnar."

He walked out of the empty lounge, the corridor without a fireplace was a bit deserted, so he wrapped his clothes tightly, the picture frames in the corridor were all empty, and they were full of sundries, including fruits and wine—it is said that they came from above. After the accident in the tower, the characters in the portraits hanging in the corridor at the entrance of the Slytherin lounge are still being rescued in the "Portrait of St. Mungo". The portraits moved the sundries here and hid them.

At the end of the corridor, a little girl's head protruded from the side of the usually empty large picture frame, and two big eyes blinked at Tom.

Tom nodded at her as a greeting, and continued on towards the gate.

"Riddle," Tom, who had just walked to the gate of the castle, heard a thick male voice. He turned his head and saw Ogg, the key manager of the school. He came out of the gatehouse with a very bright oil lamp on. Wearing a thin blouse, Kong Wu's powerful arms were exposed. This arm really didn't look like the short man's. Ogg put on a short robe, walked up to Tom, and said, "Deng Professor Bullido told me to wait for you here and take you to the station."

"No, thank you." Tom frowned, "I know a path that can bypass the Black Lake."

"It has to be sent." Ogg said hoarsely, and did not agree to Tom's request, but just pushed open the gate of the castle, and led the way ahead with a lamp.

Seeing that Ogg did not speak, Tom also closed his mouth. Although it was not yet snowing, the icy cold wind brought by the cold wave seemed to be holding a knife, and it hurt people's cheeks. Tom said nothing. Followed behind Ogg, looking at the sky that still had a trace of red from time to time, thinking about what the meteor might represent.

"Get on board." Ogg pulled a small raft from the pier, jumped on it, and called Tom.

"Thank you." Tom followed into the boat, holding on to a long pole on the raft.

The water surface of the Black Lake looks really deep black at night, no one can see what is hidden under the water surface, especially the Black Lake is too quiet tonight, the thick tentacles that used to come out to breathe are gone, and those who swim in the shallow water area The shoal of fish did not know where to hide, and the black waves kept hitting the side of the boat, and the repeated rhythm made people drowsy.

"Mr. Auger, is this pole the mast of this ship?" Tom grabbed the bare pole, a little disgusted by the smell of the spray and water, and could only find something to talk about.

"No, this boat doesn't have sails, but I don't know what it is for, I bought it." Auger said sullenly, and suddenly pointed forward, "Get off the boat, we're on the shore."

Tom got out of the boat with Ogg, and at the moment he was very glad that he came with Ogg, because it was too dark tonight, and after the meteor disappeared, all the stars in the sky were dimmed, even if there were no clouds, it was difficult to cast starlight on the ground , the mountain road that went down the mountain to the station after leaving the school gate was completely unclear.

"Thank you, Mr. Ogg." On the Hogsmeade platform, Tom sincerely thanked Ogg.

"It should be done." Ogg nodded, holding a small lantern and disappearing into the night.

"Ugh-"

The train is here. The departure time of the Hogwarts Express is not fixed except for the two classes of school and holiday every year. The timetable of each station is changing at any time. Basically, this train is running around and arriving early. The terminal starts early, and the one late is one day late.

Tom was not alone on this bus, as Hogsmeade had a lot of wizards on it. Tom found an empty compartment, went in and locked it.

He opened the box and studied Nelson's backpack for a while, but after studying it, it was an empty bag. He remembered Nelson's experience of forgetfulness, put it back in the backpack, and took out two mirrors from the interlayer of the box to chat with him for a while sky.

"Ahem, Gnar, oh no." Tom shook his head and shouted again, "Nelson Williams."

The mirror didn't respond.

"Nelson Wertling Williams." Tom waited a moment, putting the mirror aside. "Well, it looks like he's not there."

He leaned his forehead against the window, closed his eyes and prepared to squint for a while, but was awakened after a while, and he dreamed that he was listening to Professor Binns lecture on the History of Magic.

……

The beginning of many historical events is often confused. For example, asking someone who fired the first shot in a certain war is difficult to answer, but this big event is very clear. Armando Di A disarming spell by Pate completely opened the prelude to the wizard war.

"Hey, isn't this Judge Shafik? You're safe." A figure in black robe appeared at the entrance of the hiding place. Seeing the stiff passerby standing next to the statue of Pythia, he walked up to it with great interest. Before him, he took a closer look, took off his hood and said hello, "Why are you blowing cold wind here in the middle of the night?"

Judge Shafik raised his eyelids, and under the hood was an old face covered with criss-crossing scars. His eyes rolled quickly, and he saw that there was no one around, and the man opposite him was the cunning Saint Andre, facing Facing this man-made situation, Judge Shafik closed his eyes in despair.

"Why don't you talk, are you cramping?" Andre clenched the suitcase in his hand, approached carefully, stared at Shafiq's face, saw his stiff muscles and sweat on his head, and smiled Shaking his head, he said, "The petrification curse? Who did this? There are not many wizards who can defeat you."

"It's useless to talk too much."

Judge Shafik, as the chief of the Wizengamot, naturally knows the great name of Andre. He was born 30 years ago and served as a middle-aged man to Grindelwald, who was still young at that time. Under his command, he built a huge fortune for the Saints team. No one ever knew what he was doing before. The hideous scar on his face had already concealed all his past, and everyone only regarded him as a late bloomer. However, this notorious saint cunningly did not leave a trace of evidence, and blatantly entered and exited the Ministry of Magic of various countries all day long, and those politicians who put their interests first were often happy to do business with him. In this regard, he Instead, it has a good reputation.

"Hurry up if you want to do it." Judge Shafik snorted coldly, and he had already begun to curse Dippet's impulse in his heart. Let alone visiting him in Azkaban, he might die first.

"What hand?" Andre smiled even brighter. He pulled out his wand, pointed at Judge Shafik's face, admiring the complicated expression on his face with great interest, then waved his wand, and said, "I'm really going to do it." .”

Judge Shafiq closed his eyes, but felt no pain.

"Stop the curse."

Andre's voice came from his ear, and Judge Shafik's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the innocent Andre in amazement, his little finger twitched slightly, and he regained his freedom!
"The magic wand is flying!" Judge Shafik pinched his index and middle fingers together and shouted, and the magic wand on the street lamp next to him flew into his hand with a "swoosh". He took a step back and looked at Andre vigilantly.

"Why do you look at me like that? I did violate the secrecy law just now, but it was to save you!" Andre showed a sad expression, but it looked provocative and terrifying on his face, and he spread his hands , said, "My lord, I'm in a serious business. You can't discriminate against me just because a terrorist has the same face injury as mine and has similar scars. This kind of law is not fair, hehe."

"Hmph!" Judge Shafik snorted coldly, put his arm into the sleeve of the judge's robe that was draped over his body, gave Andre a deep look, walked towards the sculpture of Pythia, and disappeared in the next second. on the street.

"What are you doing in a hurry? Are you going to the hidden court?" Andre cursed secretly, took out a thin silver chain from the robe and tied it around his wrist, and connected the other end to the suitcase. He shrugged and walked through the hidden place. door.

"**" A strong modal particle passed, and Andre saw all kinds of magic spells flashing above the streets far away from the hiding place, and sharp shouts spread to his ears across the street, it seemed that he was coming It was just in time, and the shops with lights out on the interface were turning on their lights one by one, and they were awakened by the movement. The aftermath of the fierce battle over there collided in the air like gorgeous fireworks, "Is this some kind of festival?"

No one on the empty street answered this question, and the only response to him was a more intense explosion in the distance.

"What's going on?" Andre stood on his tiptoes and looked over there, then suddenly ran towards the direction where the battle took place, "Damn! That seems to be the stronghold of the saints!"

Although Dippet is old, he is still powerful. There are more than 20 wizards living on the second floor of the shop that specializes in selling animal products, but at this moment, these little guys with poor spells have been lying on the ground in disorder.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the two remaining wizards, and in front of them, a wizard at hand cast Legilimency.

"Don't worry," Dippet's eyes were like an old wolf, staring at the two wizards who had almost lost their resistance. These two seemed to be the person in charge of the store and the only ones who could treat him. The attack made some resistance, but at the moment their wands were in Dippet's pocket.

The old headmaster took his hand away from the head of the wizard who had been taken by Legilimency, stared at the two opposite people in disgust, and spat softly, "I thought it was just a group of poachers and smugglers, but I didn't expect that they were Grindelwald's henchmen, look It looks like I've found the right person... Your good days are coming to an end!"

The leading wizard was unable to utter a complete sentence, his teeth chattering.

Dippet gave him a disgusted look, and with a wave of his hand, Shafik who had just arrived at the scene cast a spell on him.

"Oh! Merlin's pants!" Shafiq exclaimed, "What did you do? You killed so many people?"

"They're not dead." Dippet blocked another spell and said, "These people are Grindelwald's lackeys. You can take them back and interrogate them slowly."

"Your conduct is illegal—"

"No, it's not important, as long as the result is right." Dippet interrupted Judge Shafik's panting accusation, watching the wizard who was chasing after Shafiq narrow his eyes and raised his hand. The wand said, "I'm sorry, maybe you weren't ready, but the war has begun."

(End of this chapter)