My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 167 Lemon Sundae
"Hmph," Tom was taken aback, the red light in his eyes flashed away, and he said with a smile, "Are you saying that I am also loose sand?"

"Not necessarily," Nelson shook his head. "Do you know reinforced concrete? It was a new type of material that was exhibited at the World Expo 40 years ago. At first, people thought that sand could not be used for construction."

"So? What's that?"

"Use cement to mix sand, stone, and water, and these loose sand aggregates can form an indestructible structure. A building made of concrete is even stronger than stone, faster than brick, taller and bigger than a steel tower," Nelson said. "Sand, a kind of loose mud that doesn't hold up to walls, is now being used extensively in construction."

"So you want me to be cement?" The quick-witted Tom quickly grasped the point, "What is cement? It sounds like a very magical material, do you have it?"

"Uh..." Nelson twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "There is no need to be so curious about the painting style. I just want to express that if you can gather scattered sand, it will be harder than stones. I think you can become like this people."

"You always know what I want." Tom grinned and chuckled, then turned around, opened his arms, and asked Nelson, "What about you? What do you want?"

His voice reverberated in the empty corridor, changing the timbre in repeated collisions with the walls, from the original high to low and full of temptation, and that seemed to be the timbre he should have.

"I want to know what I want to do, hahaha."

……

"Williams? Sorry, I don't know him very well. I only know that he is Riddle's friend."

in the restaurant.

The professors left after eating, but many students stayed in the dining room, looking at their empty plates and asking each other about this senior who suddenly appeared, and several of Nelson's classmates and even roommates were asked about it. At that time, I was surprised to find that apart from having a good relationship with Tom, I didn't even have any other deep impressions of Williams.

"He always gets together with a few fixed people, the ones who just sat next to him for dinner, and they are usually helpful, but they don't like to talk to others."

"Is he a lonely person?" Seeing this, a freshman yelled curiously, "It sounds like he has only one friend, Riddle."

"No, no, no, he's not," George Caro said in a low voice, smacking his forehead with the heel of his palm, "I recalled it carefully, he went to every class and participated in every activity, He'll go and watch Quidditch with us, and even take the secret passage to Hogsmeade, but..."

"but what?"

"But he doesn't seem to be there. Thinking about it carefully, he doesn't have much communication with us. He is clearly in the center, but he seems to live alone." Alan Aibo interrupted, this gloomy little brother lives in the same room as Nelson In the dormitory, there is usually no sense of presence, but he did not expect to be very particular about his speech. He pondered for a moment and said, "Williams is still very gregarious, and everyone misses him very much. To be honest, our group of first-year Charms The assignments are almost all copied from the same copy. The earliest version came from that guy Alphard. According to him, all his assignments were copied from Williams...Of course, after he suspended school, the students in our college The quality of homework dropped a few grades in an instant, why don't you ask Alphard?"

"Alphad? Are you there?" Someone soon started looking for him, but when Slughorn left, Alphard was immediately taken away by his sister. The man shook his head with a smile and said, "Yes, if Alphard is here, he will not miss this opportunity to shine."

At the Ravenclaw dining table next door, Dwight, another roommate of Nelson's with the same name, stood on a chair and said happily, "Nelson, of course I know him, he should come to Ravenclaw, I just knew he is very smart!"

He picked up the soda beside the table, gulped down half of the bottle, wiped his mouth, and said happily, "He is a warm-hearted person. Once that year, he was at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge... By the way, you juniors Those who may not know that Ravenclaw didn’t have a password before, only a bronze knocker hanging on the door controls the opening and closing of the door, but if you want to enter the door, you have to answer the strange questions it asks.”

"It's amazing," a Ravenclaw freshman sighed, "Why is it now a password? How interesting it would be if it was still the same as before..."

"Interesting?" Dwight raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "When you forget to bring your homework in class and rush back to get it, when you rush back to the dormitory to go to the toilet, when you go back to the dormitory at night and find a dozen people blocked at the door, guess what?" Riddles and soon became one of them, you don't find it interesting! Then it disappeared, thank God, a portrait moved in two days later, probably the school saw the suffering of us Ravenclaw students Well, that's why it was removed."

Hearing this sentence, Mettle, who was sipping a sundae, burst out laughing. Ever since Dumbledore began acting as the headmaster, lemon sundaes have suddenly become common on the dining table. Dwight She gave her a strange look, and continued, "That night, I just happened to meet Nelson coming to the owl room on the top of the tower to send a letter. I just finished playing Quidditch that day, and my stomach was very uncomfortable, but the door knocker raised a very I can't answer the difficult questions, I can only freeze there in embarrassment."

"So you solved it on the spot?" A teasing voice came from the corner of the long table.

"How is that possible?!" Dwight stared at the other side and said, "Nelson happened to be passing by, and he answered the question casually and helped me out. I think an enthusiastic and smart wizard like him should come here. We Ravenclaws!"

"But the Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin."

"Maybe it's just because he's too pure," Dwight curled his lips, "Besides, that old hat is so old, it's normal to have a unclear mind sometimes, not to mention it doesn't have a brain yet."

"It's really old, otherwise you wouldn't be assigned to our academy."

A cold girl came from behind him. Dwight turned his head stiffly as if he had been petrified, facing the cold eyes of Professor Sykes. Under her gaze, Dwight shivered. He climbed down from the stool, and stood there with his neck bowed like a quail caught in the rain.

"I'm a little lucky to have left my things in the dining room now." Professor Sykes gave him a hard look, turned his head and walked towards the long table of the staff, and said as he walked, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see such a touching scene. One scene, although being on good terms with your classmates is one of the most important things about being a student, that doesn't mean you can put those muddy shoes from the Quidditch pitch on a chair in the dining room, Dwight , it seems that your homework is still a little less, otherwise you wouldn't have so much energy to jump up and down."

"Sy...Professor Sykes, I...I—" Dwight argued eagerly, "I didn't want to stand on the table and say, it's just that something was thrown away when I was eating, I don't want to stand up The high point... But, it may not be found."

"What are you looking for? Are you looking for an excuse?" Professor Sykes picked up a pair of uniquely shaped knives and forks from the staff table, wrapped them in a napkin and put them in his pocket, walked back to Dwight, and said coldly, please Call me Professor Sykes, don't call me Professor Sykes, thank you.By the way, I think it is necessary to find something for you to vent your energy that has no place to rest. Tomorrow, you can go boating with Ogg on the Black Lake. He just needs someone to help him observe the nearest hydrology of the Black Lake. "

"Teach...Professor——" Dwight's face turned pale. What he was most afraid of in his life was the thing with tentacles with suction cups, but before he could finish speaking, Professor Sykes was already stepping on his high-heeled shoes. thump" and left.

The students left in the restaurant looked at each other in blank dismay, and left quietly in a group.

After a while, even Dwight recovered from the "petrification" and left with a tired body. He planned to go to Hogsmeade on the weekend to buy some potions to expel squid, octopus and squid.

Only Mettle was sitting there, with a straight face and a smile, not knowing what to think, holding a small silver spoon, lowering his head and stirring the glass of sundae.

……

Nelson stirred the lemon sundae in his hand, raised his head, and stared at the empty hanging picture behind Dumbledore with a smile on his face. After entering Dumbledore's office and saying hello, the two had maintained such a motionless Atmosphere for half an hour.

In order to prevent the sundae from melting and breaking the embarrassment, Nelson even secretly cast a cooling spell on it, and in half an hour, he might be able to invent the whirlwind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the unchanged sundae in Dumbledore's folded hands and deep eyes, convinced that Dumbledore had done the same thing as him.

Seeing Dumbledore like this, Nelson continued to stiffen his neck, stirring the sundae round and round.

"Nelson," Dumbledore finally lost his composure. He rubbed his stiff neck. In the competition of sitting quietly, young people undoubtedly had the upper hand. He picked up the sundae on the table and squeezed She squeezed her eyes and asked, "Has your anger subsided?
"Professor, I'm not angry," Nelson didn't expect Dumbledore to make such a direct punch, he raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and waved his hand, "This kind of sundae needs more mixing and mixing." Eat, this is the way I learned to eat in the United States, I haven't opened my mouth yet, would you like to try it?"

"Okay!" Dumbledore opened his hands with an expectant expression, and the sundae in his hand floated unsteadily to Nelson's side, and Nelson threw out his own sundae in exactly the same way but in the same direction. The opposite trajectory flew towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the sundae, took a bite out of it with a spoon, and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully. After a while, he exclaimed happily, "Yes, the taste is indeed much better, Nelson, this time you are away. You really learned a lot.”

"Yes, Professor."

Dumbledore ate a glass of sundae in threes and fives, scraped the side of the glass with a spoon in satisfaction, and asked, "What do you think of Ilvermorny? How does it compare to us?"

"Very good. Ilvermorny is on a high mountain. The air and environment are better than ours, but the castle is not as beautiful as ours."

Seeing that Nelson was just describing his appearance without making any comments on the teaching, Dumbledore shook his head with a smile and said, "Give me the form, and I'll send it to the Ministry of Magic after I sign it, so you don't have to run away." Come and run."

"Okay," Nelson put the form on the table and pushed it towards Dumbledore. "Thank you, Professor."

"This is what I should do."

Dumbledore picked up Nelson's student record, nodded while flipping through it, and quickly finished reading it, then put the stack of parchment in the drawer, raised his head, and looked directly into Nelson's eyes.

Nelson thought he was going to get straight to the point, so he sat upright and raised his spirits. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore opened his mouth and just asked, "I heard that you cast the full Patronus Charm with the Dementor?"

"Yes, Professor." Nelson waved his wand, and a ball of silvery mist gushed out from the tip of the wand, and quickly circled around the room, blowing some light ornaments to pieces like a gust of wind, and then, It returned to Nelson's hand and disappeared, only a slender feather fluttered down from the air, falling in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, carefully looking at the slender feather in front of him, which was no different from normal feathers except for its color. Its rachis was hard and sharp, presenting a perfect arc, while the pinnae and barbs on it were It was naturally damaged as if it had gone through a great war, and the remaining intact part was more complete than any feather Dumbledore had ever seen. He leaned close to his face and stretched out his wand to poke the silvery feather , but the moment it was about to touch, it shattered into silver dots, which were blown away by the breeze.

Dumbledore raised his head, leaned back on the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief, with a relieved expression on his face.

"What's wrong with you? Professor." Nelson raised his head and asked, "You seem a little uncomfortable."

"No, Nelson," Dumbledore straightened his back, stared straight into Nelson's eyes, and said seriously, "I'm very glad that you didn't become the person I feared under such difficult conditions—to this day At that time, I will not hide it from you anymore, I am really afraid that you will take the wrong path of becoming a dark wizard."

"How do you know?" Nelson asked back.

"Dark wizards who rely on black magic will be eroded by black magic. Their numb and crazy souls cannot support them to cast the Patronus Charm, especially such a complete Patronus." Dumbledore relaxed, and he did not hide his speech .

"Professor, you are stereotyped prejudice." Nelson also smiled along with Dumbledore, but he shook his head and retorted, "To tell you the truth, I know a wizard who can only use magic to heal others, and at the same time , he is also a leader of dark wizards wanted by the Ministry of Magic in more than twenty countries."

　I’m not in the local area recently, so the update time may be a bit unstable. In fact, I have been posting at 23:33 for the past few days, but it may be because of the network card. This timing release is a bit unstable. I think everyone should be able to see me today Stuck on a new chapter released at 23:33.

　　
　
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