My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 18 Dumbledore's Commission

"Strange, it's almost a holiday, where is our principal?" At dinner time, Tom, who was holding a lettuce leaf on the long table in Slytherin, looked at the empty seats in the middle of the staff seat, a little puzzled.

"I don't know, I heard that he has been busy communicating with Wizengamo to clear up the dark wizards in the past few years." Walburga handed Tom a plate of small tomatoes, while busy grabbing his brother's ear and taking him from He raised his seat, lowered his voice and shouted in Alphard's ear: "If you let me know which teacher wrote to mother because of you..."

"I heard that Principal Dippet's family was bewitched by Grindelwald and gave up his job in the Ministry of Magic to become a terrorist. He vowed to clean up the door himself. Last year, he only showed up at the school at the beginning and end of the term." Nelson He took off the Slytherin emblem that was splashed by the beef soup, picked up the napkin and wiped it carefully, sharing the gossip he heard, "Last time I was in the library and heard the librarian tell Oger that in recent years the school Dumbledore is in charge of everything here."

He wiped the hospital emblem clean, pinned it to his chest, glanced at the "Theory of Magic" by Tom's hand, and frowned, "Why are you still using this second-hand book."

"I wrote down the notes of the first few classes in the school, and there are also the notes of the previous master for reference."

"You're not afraid that the previous master was a scumbag. You studied according to his notes and then practiced wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm not without judgment..."

"I heard that Dumbledore was a once-in-a-lifetime gifted student at Hogwarts, and the old lady in the family said, 'Amando Dippet is a hysterical old fool, just rely on him Still want justice? He should give the job to the most beloved Albus, instead of having Ministry of Magic idiots come to our house every day to rummage through the boxes, do we hide Getler Grindelwald in Grimmauld Is it in the sewer of the square?', ha ha ha ha!" Alfade, who broke free from his sister's nakedness, hunched over his back and imitated his family with a comical look, and then sent an invitation to Tom and Nelson, "You guys are coming for Christmas. Do we play at home? I have a lot of good things to watch at home..."

"But Dumbledore is really good, and you can feel it just by taking his Transfiguration class. Now that the situation is so chaotic, he may have his own considerations before he starts, at least Hogwarts is the safest place now." With Alphard's ecstatic expression, Nelson added sullenly, "Is Professor Sykes's transcription ready tonight?"

Alphard's face collapsed immediately, and was quickly dragged away by his sister.

"If I had the ability to Dumbledore, I would kill Grindelwald, and I would be famous in the morning and afternoon." Tom had never seen Dumbledore perform magic other than Transfiguration in class, but he He had blind trust and even fear for the wizard who opened the door to the magical world for him. He forked a small tomato vigorously, waving the fork like a wand, and his voice suddenly became louder, "Those who want to achieve great things, Stepping stones can't be ordinary! People like Grindelwald are worthy of me."

"You can definitely do it!" Nelson frowned at the compliments from the surrounding Slytherins.

"A great wizard like Dumbledore will definitely act," Nelson said aside. "With great power comes great responsibility."

"You can always say something, Nelson!" Nelson felt a warm palm on his right shoulder, and he looked back to see Dumbledore with his hand on his and Tom's shoulder She smiled at him through the half-moon glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore." Seeing the dean of Gryffindor coming to the long table in Slytherin, the little snakes stopped the noise and greeted neatly, Tom also looked up to see Dumbledore's face, Dumbledore Lido turned his head and greeted Tom with a smile. Tom muttered hello and turned his face awkwardly, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Mr. Williams, can you come to the office after dinner? I want to trouble you with something." Dumbledore whispered to Nelson, who felt the heat from the broad palm on his shoulder.

"Okay, Professor." He nodded.

"I hope I didn't disturb you enjoying dinner." Dumbledore clapped his hands and left the long table, and the students at the table soon became noisy.

"Nal." Tom asked worriedly, holding Nelson's forearm.

"It's alright, Tom." Nelson patted Tom's hand with his other hand, "I'm not Alphard, and no teacher will put me in confinement."

"See you tonight." Tom was about to say something when Nelson spoke first, standing up and leaving the long table.

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At the door of Dumbledore's office, Nelson was pacing back and forth on the carpet in the hallway. He didn't know what Dumbledore had done to him, but his encounter with Professor Sykes made him know that it was not good for him to enter the teacher's office.

"Brother, can you stop turning, Dumbledore told you to go in, the door is unlocked." A pair of armor at the door suddenly spoke, "If you turn further, I may fall apart."

"Sorry, sorry." Nelson waved at him apologetically, reaching for the handle. "I didn't know you... uh, could see me."

"Sit down and have something to drink?" As soon as the door was opened, Nelson saw Dumbledore standing in front of the wine cabinet in the office holding a bottle and looking at the label on it.

He took a step forward, looked around, and saw the whole picture of Dumbledore's office:
The floor of the whole office is covered with an integrated purple-red carpet, and the desk is placed near the window. The desk is very neat, except for a bottle of ink with a quill pen and a few pieces of parchment upside down. There is a bird's nest that resembles a pen holder, with a pile of ashes falling from the bottom.There were chairs with fuchsia velvet cushions at the side of the table, and two purple knitted sofas with a small coffee table in the corner.

The left and right walls are completely wrapped by huge wooden bookshelves. The bookshelves are divided into categories and neatly filled with books from small to large. There are several empty grids, which are very abrupt.

On the wall directly opposite the door are two huge arched windows. Magically, one window shows the view of the Hogwarts campus outside the window. It shows a dusty room, with tables and benches lying on the ground, windows are full of holes, beams and walls are covered with scorch marks, their common feature is the accumulation of thick dust, around the two windows. The wall showed the appearance of the original stone bricks, and there were some pictures hanging on it. Strangely, in these pictures, only Dumbledore smiled and looked at the edge of the photo frame, and the others seemed to have left;
In the middle of the wall opposite the window is a huge fireplace with ornately exaggerated reliefs that seem to tell some wizarding myths and legends, and to the right of the fireplace is an old cabinet that looks like it has been moved from somewhere Yes, there are some baubles and a few bottles of good wine in it, and to the right of the fireplace is the door, and between the door and the fireplace is a shelf with broken pots.

"Dumbledore won't press my head into the Pensieve..." Nelson was a little flustered, and he took two steps laterally like a crab, getting further away from the basin.

"You can't drink yet, how about orange juice, I liked sweets too much when I was your age!" Dumbledore was still playing with the bottle in his hand, and the bottle was turning evenly under his slender and articulated fingers. It seemed that something on the label fascinated him.

"No thanks, I drank a lot of lemonade just now."

"Sit down, Nelson, you seem to know what that is." Dumbledore walked to the two sofas, he didn't look at Nelson, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

"No, I just thought it was old, it seemed like an antique..." Nelson quibble, walking towards the sofa next to Dumbledore.

"Haha, every chair in Hogwarts is an antique." Dumbledore didn't say much, just patted him on the shoulder, pressed him down, and sat down on the other sofa.

"Nelson, did you hear that you're going home for Christmas?" He waved, two glasses appeared out of nowhere on the coffee table, and slowly filled with orange juice from the bottom.

"Yes, sir, I'm going back to London." Looking at the glass floating in front of him, wagging its tail like a puppy, Nelson was afraid that the orange juice would spill on his robe, so he picked it up and took a sip.

"That's it, I have one thing I want to ask you," Dumbledore turned sideways, holding up another glass of orange juice and clinking Nelson's glasses, "I have something to do after the Christmas break, so I found a substitute teacher. ."

"He arrives in London on the 26th, I hope you can meet him in Diagon Alley for me, and tell him how to take the Hogwarts Express at King's Cross Station," Dumbledore put down his glass, "He has been away from London for a long time , the change of environment may make him feel unfamiliar."

"Okay, Professor." Nelson also put down the glass and nodded, "Is that the only thing?" He couldn't help but doubt the intelligence of the substitute teacher. After all, it sounds funny that an adult needs a guide to reverse the car in a city.

"Well, besides," Dumbledore got up and took out a small package from the bookcase behind him, put it on the coffee table, and lowered his voice, "if it's a man with chestnut hair, help me bring this to him. , if not, leave it with you."

"Professor, such an important thing..." Nelson looked at the small package on the table and felt incomprehensible that Dumbledore trusted him so much.

"Minerva often talks to me about you, and I think you are a trustworthy person." Dumbledore paused, blinked, and said again, "I also believe in Mel's child, and I also believe in Someone who says 'with great power comes great responsibility'."

"This matter is very important, can I trust you?" Dumbledore stretched out his right hand and looked at him with burning eyes.

"I don't even know who Mel is, and you should trust Peter Parker..." Nelson was a little flustered, and complained frantically in his heart... Looking straight into Dumbledore's eyes, he finally reached out his hand to talk to Dumbledore. Bridor shook hands. "You can trust me, sir."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly, he waved his hand again, the two of them were full of orange juice, and when they clinked glasses for the second time, he looked at the back of Nelson's hand in confusion.

"Nelson, why are you writing the word 'backpack' on your hand?"

(End of this chapter)