My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 16 After the Curse Lesson
On the Thursday morning the week before Christmas, Nelson walked to the library with his books as usual after class.

"Nar, are you really not going? This week Robinson is going to share the secret art treasured by the Lestrange family. I heard that it is a powerful summoning spell." Leaving the magic class classroom, the two walked quickly. Walking through the corridor, a few first-year Slytherin students who had just come out of the classroom hung far behind.

"No, forget? We're going home for Christmas, and I don't want to do my homework at home."

"Are you Nelson Williams?" a boy suddenly appeared in front of them. "Here's a note for you."

"Sure enough, you still prefer to study with Senior Sister." Tom said strangely beside him.

"Yeah, Nelson has learned to Apparate! One second he was chatting and laughing with Tom in the lounge, and the next second he teleported to the Black Lake!" Alphard's voice came from behind, and he said sourly. : "He wouldn't even lend me his homework to copy. I feel like I've been abandoned."

"Public discussion of copying homework, Slytherin takes [-] points, Blake, and my office is closed after dinner." Professor Sykes' voice came from further back, Slytherin and Lara, who had gathered in the corridor after class, The Venclaws scattered with laughter, and the air was filled with joy.

Nelson clamped the book on his chest with one arm, shook his head with a smile, and reached for the note, but when his arm loosened, half of the book he was holding slipped down—paper, pen, and book scattered all over the place. land.

"Thank you, no need, I'll do it myself." He thanked Tom and the delivery boy who were bent over, and simply put the rest of the book in his arms on the ground, took out his wand from his pocket, and waved it against the messy ground. .

"Fly quickly!" The books on the ground floated in the air in order from largest to smallest, stacking themselves up, crawling on the ground with the scattered papers sandwiched on the ground, putting away the papers one by one, the pen cap jumping to find the roll The pen that reached the corner, kicked the nib with the clip when it was about to be buckled, and kicked the nib that was slightly crooked... After finishing this work, with the sway of Nelson's wrist, they sized themselves up in order. neatly, floating behind Nelson.

Tom reluctantly leaned against the wall and watched Nelson perform, but the little messenger saw this scene for the first time on a classmate. He was dumbfounded and speechless. Seeing that Nelson was watching him, he hurried. After saying goodbye, I ran to the other end of the corridor, looking back at the stack of books and stationery as I ran.

"Nice spell, Slytherin [-], a bit gimmicky, but beautiful."

"Professor Sykes." Nelson and Tom said hello.

"Well." Professor Sykes, holding the lecture notes in his hand, passed between Nelson and Tom with a serious face, heading towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

When Professor Sykes disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Tom leaned against the wall again, looked at Nelson, who was holding the stack of books with his wand, and rolled his eyes, "Aren't your arms sore?"

"Help me lift it."

Tom stretched out his wand, and Nelson took one from the paper clip and held it in his hand, raised his right arm, and turned his elbow and wrist down, pointing his wand at the piece of paper in a laborious manner, muttering words, and quickly. On the ground, a miniature cart with a drawer appeared in his hand. He put the cart on the ground and tapped it with his wand. The cart became a little bigger, about the size of a book. The cart becomes a small cart.

"Lower, thanks."

Tom lowered his raised arms a little more, and the stack of books dropped with them, floating over Nelson's chest.

He took a copy of The Theory of Magic and two pieces of parchment from the stack, and put the other books on the little cart, and Tom put his own book on the cart, leaving one just like him. "Slytherin lounge," Nelson said, leaning down to the cart, which soon wobbled away.

"Not bad." Tom sighed next to him, "This is what the elite should have."

"It's far from bad," Nelson wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff. This operation made him a little tired. "It would be great if I could give them all legs and let them run back on their own."

Nelson basically studies with Mag for half a day every week or two. His Transfiguration has progressed rapidly, and he has been able to easily deform such a dead object that can move easily, which has basically occupied all of his spell practice time: The learning of magic is also learning. Although it is very magical, for most people, there is no shortcut other than memorization and continuous practice day after day.As soon as he received the note, he immediately understood that this was the notice of Mag's study this week.

Although his achievements were excellent, it was limited to a few courses - including Transfiguration, Charms and History of Magic; in addition, he was often praised by divination teachers for his ability to weave tragic fortunes for himself, which made him Doubts about the legitimacy of this discipline are growing, and his performance in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts is only mediocre. He doesn't seem to have a special talent for making money or fighting with magic, but His performance in potions class was basically terrible, for no reason, just because he had a weaker sense of color, and he saw the same green, only a slight difference in shades: this made him every time he entered the Chipach's botanical gardens are all soaked in shades of green paint—perhaps special magic glasses can alleviate that.

"Did Avery not carry your bag back for you last time?" Tom was smiling at the exhaust of the little cart racing in the corridor when he suddenly remembered something and frowned, "Yes, your bag Woolen cloth?"

"What bag? I never carry—" Gnar's assertive tone was suddenly interrupted. He remembered that he had a school bag that he had been carrying since the beginning of school, and his straight eyebrows suddenly twitched, ruining the picture. The beauty of the face, "No, since when did I stop backpacking?"

"Remember to pack a backpack next time, or bring a few less books," Tom didn't doubt him, but thought Nelson was annoyed by his stupid behavior, he laughed suddenly and patted Nelson on the back, "I thought you were forever Nothing can go wrong."

"What day is the train coming?" The two walked up the stairs side by side, and Tom confirmed the time.

"Next Friday, at nine o'clock in the morning." Nelson put the matter behind him. He has a lot of things to do today, so he decided to go back to the dormitory at night to look at the bag, holding the book and counting the time. "We will be on the 22nd." It's a holiday, leaving on the 23rd, there is enough time for one day to prepare."

"We went shopping in Hogsmeade that day," Tom whispered in Nelson's ear suddenly close to him.

"?" Gnar glanced at Tom with raised eyebrows. First-year students were not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He was waiting for Tom's explanation.

"Alphad found a secret passage, opposite to a basement in Hogsmeade." Tom moved closer and his voice became softer, "It's just... forget it, you'll know on the 22nd."

The two showed expressions of "knowing everything", "As expected of you, Alphard, what can you do, No. 1 hole drilling over the wall." Nelson sighed in his heart.

Soon they reached the top of the stairs, where three of their roommates and three other Slytherin classmates were waiting for Tom, which looked like they had been waiting for a long time.

"See you in the afternoon." Tom reached out to shake his hand with a narrow smile on his face.

"See you in the afternoon." The two said goodbye. Tom turned the corner and walked along the corridor with the six of them. Nelson turned and went down the stairs towards the library.

……

It was almost time for dinner, and Nelson was a little restless in his seat in the library. Except for answering two Transfiguration questions for his first-year students who were studying here, he didn't move a word on his own parchment.

Nelson took out the note he got in the morning from his pocket, and found that it was a note folded into a dog's head. Although the note didn't move, his experience still made him stretch out his wand and stab the dog's head.

"Stop the curse."

There was no movement.

Nelson thought for a moment that his spellcasting was not standard, and tried several times, but the result was no different - there was no movement, there was no magic on this dog's head.He stretched out his hand, showed his kindergarten-level origami skills, and took apart the dog's head.

"01:30 p.m., Owl Room, Ravenclaw Tower"

"Why Ravenclaw Tower?" Nelson was a little confused. Did McGonagall prepare a trap there to test his level of Transfiguration?He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, and his movements of removing the dog's head and casting spells had already affected the people next to him.

"Ah—" He sighed softly, seeing the schoolbag hanging on the back of the chair of the girl sitting opposite, he remembered the topic he discussed with Tom in the morning, and after just over an hour, he nearly Forgot about that bag again!Hearing the cry of the librarian getting closer, he hurriedly grabbed the pen next to him and wrote the word "backpack" on the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth. The sound waves going to dinner did not reach him directly, and he quickly left the library.

……

After lunch, Nelson walked towards Ravenclaw Tower.

Walking around the door of Professor Sykes' office, he drew his wand and climbed upstairs.

……

"Nelson was secretly making up lessons with Gryffindor sixth grade Sister McGonagall recently, you know?" In an empty classroom, Alphard and Tom sat by the window and waited for the people who participated in the activity for a while.

"Well." Tom looked in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower through the window.

"I have observed that the notes are folded in the shape of small animals."

"So to help them reconcile..." Tom added.

"Yes, I don't think Ravenclaw Towers is near or far."

……

Nelson climbed to the top of the tower, pushed open the door of the owl room, pointed his wand inside, and when he got used to the darkness in the room, he saw a girl sitting on the table - he was pointing his wand at her.Nelson suddenly remembered Tom's expression when he parted with Tom.

"Myrtle, it's not what you think."

(End of this chapter)