My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 154 Promise
"But what's the use of that?"

Nelson stared at Grindelwald standing in front of him and looking down at him, "Since you believe in fate so much, what's the point of your actions? You didn't see me in the future, maybe it's just because you didn't see me. It's all about me... You can't know everything that will happen in the future in detail."

"You look down on yourself too much," Grindelwald lowered his head, the distance between their eyes was so close that Nelson could only see his two pupils of different colors, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Nelson's hair, and gritted his teeth Said, "12 years ago, in Paris, I had already discovered you. If your mother hadn't hid you in a Muggle home, you would have been trained by me when you were babbling. Even so, Now you have been able to do too many things beyond my expectations, from the moment I saw you, the future is changing."

"What you know may not be the real future," Nelson found a trace of imperceptible fear in Grindelwald's tight-knit pupils, he grinned and laughed, "Mr. Grindelwald, have you tried Have you ever changed it?"

Grindelwald's pupils vibrated, and he straightened his body slightly, as if he would remember something bad.

"It seems that you have done it." Nelson smiled, stood up with the armrest of the sofa, and squeezed out a space in front of Grindelwald. He shook his head, raised his head slightly to look at Grindelwald, and said seriously , "I have always believed that the future is unknowable. People are emotional animals. You can't even predict the direction of a leaf falling. How can you see through all kinds of incredible decisions made by people? These weird choices constitute What happens in the next second, every moment, an expected future collapses, and an unexpected future is formed."

"What do you want to express?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and Nelson could no longer guess his psychology by reading his eyes. He paused and asked, "So what kind of decision will you make?"

"What are we going to learn in our first class?" Nelson bypassed Grindelwald with ease, walked to the coffee table, took out a wine glass that was slowly deforming from his pocket, picked up the bottle of mead, and prepared for himself Poured a glass and asked, "I'm also curious about what the future you foresee will look like, and I'm even more curious about whether the future I expect can actually be realized."

Grindelwald looked at the way Nelson held up the wine glass to toast himself, a little dazed. In his eyes, several completely different figures were slowly overlapping, and soon superimposed on the young man in front of him.

He shook his head, banishing these strange fantasies from his mind, and frowned as he stared at the glass in Nelson's hand.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol."

As soon as the words fell, the mead in Nelson's hand bubbled and gradually boiled. He felt the wine glass in his hand bursting with heat, and a ball of steam rose from the glass with the strong smell of wine. When he lowered his head When I looked into the wine glass, I saw only a glass of clear honey water.

"Cheers." Grindelwald picked up the glass and walked forward, lightly touched the quilt in Nelson's hand from the side of the glass, and then took a sip from the glass, "Mead... something as sweet as honey, in the end of the world How much more can there be?"

"Mr. Grindelwald," Nelson picked up the glass and took a sip. After a sip, there was only a faint sweet taste in his mouth. "I think this glass of honey water is very sweet."

"Honey water, of course it's sweet!" Grindelwald stared at the cup in Nelson's hand and laughed.

……

"Tom, you should relax while studying."

Dumbledore took out a bottle of the Reserve from the wine cabinet in his office, glanced at Tom, shrugged, and took another bottle from the cabinet.

"I always pay attention to the quality of my sleep," Tom shook his head. "In the whole of Hogwarts, I may be the only one who sleeps with a blindfold on."

"Why?" Dumbledore took out a towel and wiped the dust off the two bottles, and threw the last one at Tom. Just when Tom thought the bottle was about to fall, it wobbled. He flew up, shook his belly, bumped Tom's head lightly, and knocked his head against the cabinet next to him, as if urging him to get a cup out quickly. Dumbledore wiped the bottle in his hand and asked curiously "What's the use of wearing a blindfold while sleeping?"

"I learned that if there are light sources around when sleeping, it will affect the quality of sleep." Tom pressed the wine bottle on the table, saw the trademark of two brooms, and stretched his arms to reach from the cabinet while controlling the struggling bottle. Get out a cup.

"You can just say that Nelson told you." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "For the past three years, you have always avoided mentioning his name in front of me, and I won't be offended just because I heard Nelson." Crazy, not to mention, I have said countless times, it was me who was wrong."

"Hehe," Tom just smiled and asked, "If you could go back to four years ago, would you change your approach?"

"..." Dumbledore stopped wiping the wine bottle, and he turned his head to look at Tom, as if he couldn't see clearly through the glasses. He took off his half-moon glasses, squinted at them, and passed After a long while, I pursed my lips and shook my head, "I really want to lie to you, or give you an answer you want to hear, but it is really difficult for me to do deception - if there is another time, I will still do it, if it is true Let Nelson kill that Muggle, and he really can't turn back."

"Professor, I think this is the answer I want to hear. This may be the biggest difference between you and Gnar, and it is also the quality you stick to the most."

Tom smiled. Three years later, he has grown from a boy to a tall and healthy boy, even a young man - he will take the OWLs in the second half of the year.

Compared with when he parted from Nelson, he grew a lot taller. His half-length hair was casually placed behind his head, and a few strands were blown on his forehead by the wind. The facial features on his face were more three-dimensional and fuller.

Adjectives such as the high nose bridge and the deep eye sockets do not feel awkward on him at all. This should be a face full of affinity, but his too high browbones and eye sockets make his eyes always hide In the elusive shadows, he even looked a bit sinister, and his black hair and black eyes were paired with a black wizard robe. Apart from the silver and green coat of arms of Slytherin, he could not find any other colors on his body. His accessories were also black—a pendant inlaid with amber reflected the dark red light on his chest faintly. These black clothes made his already fair face even paler.

Dumbledore quietly took the wine glass that Tom handed him and observed it carefully, as if there were some special patterns on the transparent glass that were attracting him.

Tom raised his bony right hand, and on the middle finger was a ring that unzipped the cap of the butterbeer bottle. For a while, the room was so quiet that only the sound of Tom pouring the beer remained.

"Pa——" the gas in the bottle gushes out along the gap exposed by the pull ring, making a "sizzling" sound of water vapor splashing, "ton ton ton", Tom picked up the bottle and deftly moved it along the glass. The wall poured butterbeer into the glass, and when the glass stood still, there was only the sound of tiny bubbles popping in the room.

At this moment, Dumbledore spoke slowly.

"I wanted to invite you to drink mead." He skillfully tapped the bottle with his wand, the cork popped out from the mouth of the bottle with a "whoosh", stretched out two thin legs and began to jump on the table Tap dancing, he said while pouring wine, "But considering that you are underage, as a teacher in the school, I can't take the lead in making students violate the school rules, so I can only let you drink butter beer."

"I quite like butterbeer," said Tom, shaking his glass, the bubbles clinging to the sides of the glass bursting more rapidly, and staring at the slow bubbles in the ginger soda, "and I I don’t like drinking too much, I think the taste is very ordinary.”

"Have you ever drank it?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyebrows, and said thoughtfully, "Indeed, every time Horace holds a party, he will drink a large amount of mead from the two broomsticks, and the fire whiskey is even more so. More than twice as much as mead."

"I didn't say that, Professor," Tom said, shaking his head. "I just think that the smell is not suitable for me. You know, the person I hate the most is a drunk."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How is your preparation for the OWLs exam? Are you confident?"

"Are you confident in yourself? Professor, if you have confidence in your teaching, then my exam will be fine," Tom shrugged, "If it wasn't for waiting for Gnar's progress, I even think I can directly Going to take the NEWTs exam, I heard that you did something that the examiner had never seen before in the NEWTs exam? What is that?"

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head, winked his eyes, and said with a smile, spreading his hands, "You mean the Transfiguration exam, right? I remember I just did some ordinary transformations, and I also I don’t know what the examiner has seen, let alone what he hasn’t seen.”

"You are so informal. If it were me, I might engrave this incident on my epitaph," Tom complimented dryly, "Biography: Made an unprecedented operation in the NEWTs exam."

"Then your epitaph may have to be very long, I suggest you build a wall in the cemetery to record your life," Dumbledore joked, raising his glass, and asked, "By the way, you just said that you want Waiting for Nelson's progress, so he's coming back for the test?"

"Who knows?" Tom shrugged. "I remember his student status has been at Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, Aberforth has always kept his student status for him." Dumbledore smiled wryly and shook his head, "My brother, you know, he has always had opinions on me, so he especially likes to add trouble to me, but this He did something wrong, and I also advocate keeping his learning experience, after all, although he left by himself, he is not the one who caused all this.”

"Then he might come back," Tom said, shaking his glass and finding a sofa to sit down. "He told me that the thing he is best at is exams."

"Have you talked to him?" Dumbledore asked nervously, "I remember you have two double-sided mirrors."

"We've been in touch, Professor," Tom replied, "but I don't want to say too much."

"I understand..." Dumbledore nodded, tasting the contents of the glass in unison with Tom, and after a while, raised his mouth again, "By the way, Tom, I heard Minerva say that Nelson After asking him about the Animagus, is he ready to try the Animagus?"

"Professor, he will surprise you." Tom's eyes flashed with excitement, and for a moment, Dumbledore found that his pupils turned scarlet like jewels on his chest, which had happened over the past few years It has happened too many times, and the frequency of this year's occurrence is slowly decreasing. He blinked and found that Tom's expression had returned to normal, and he was saying slowly, "I have been studying with you for the past few years. Ilvermorny didn't let himself down, I even think Ilvermorny's teaching level is no worse than ours."

"Ilvermorny is a school of magic with a long history, and its teaching level is really good," Dumbledore showed an embarrassing smile, "So does he need some help? I think I still have some skills in transfiguration." Established."

"No need, professor," Tom refused, "I think Gnar has made enough preparations for himself. He is looking for a place with suitable weather recently-I heard that this magic has certain requirements for the weather?"

"Yes."

"He's well-prepared, and the professor...with all due respect, if you—"

"I understand, you don't need to say it," Dumbledore put down the wine glass in his hand, sat behind the desk, looked at the empty photo frame behind him and said, "Tom, it's getting late, is there anything else you can do? If nothing else I think you should go back and put on your blindfold and get some sleep."

"Okay, Professor," Tom drank the butterbeer in his glass, picked up the bottle and asked, "Professor, can I take it away?"

Dumbledore nodded, raised his wand and waved it. A wooden box flew down from the top of the wine cabinet, staggeringly followed Tom, and there was the clang of glass bottles.

"Bring some to your friends." He nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Professor," Tom thanked, and led the box to the door. After twisting the doorknob, he turned his head and asked, "Professor, do you remember? You said three years ago, when I graduate Now, I can find a stable job in a safe magic world, live in a stable community, and spend a peaceful life, I—”

"My promise is still valid," Dumbledore picked up the glasses that he took off before, put them on the bridge of his nose, crossed his hands, propped his chin on the table, and said in a deep voice, "I'm glad you still remember this sentence, some It's time for things to end."

(End of this chapter)