My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 322 The Man in the Picture

"You are my junior?"

The candle flame on the overhead chandelier flickered suddenly and turned into a faint green. Under the light of the candlelight, Salazar Slytherin's face looked eerie and oppressive, and his hoarse voice seemed to be dying The whisper of the evil spirit pressed Tom firmly on the sofa, unable to move.

The other three people in the office looked at each other in silence, not knowing what medicine was sold in the Slytherin gourd.

Tom looked away from the portrait, nodded apologetically at Dumbledore, stood up, walked slowly to the desk, raised his head, straightened his waist, and asked neither humble nor humble:
"Who are you?"

"..."

The meeting scene carefully prepared by Slytherin was ruthlessly destroyed. The candle on the chandelier flickered and restored its true color, and the office was lit up again. He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on Tom's face Did not move half a point.

One young and one old, one person one painting, one life and one death, one new and one old.

Their gazes met in the air, almost bursting into real sparks. Tom already knew who the real person in the principal's portrait was, but even if it was his possible ancestor, he was unwilling to bow his head in front of others, and The same proud Slytherin didn't try to break the silence. The two just looked at each other, their eyes seemed to span the past and the present, and travel through time and space.

Slytherin's face was expressionless, but the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated. A portrait shouldn't have such a complex expression. His gaze was like an all-pervasive beam of light, piercing Tom's equally straight face, piercing His high head pierced his heart, and Tom still stood silently, letting Slytherin look at him. He had his own pride. What on earth are the juniors thinking.

"Squeak..."

The sleepy Fox made a cute cry, it seemed to be hungry in sleep, and this whisper successfully broke the frozen air in the office, allowing it to flow again.

"Tom, this is Salazar Slytherin," Dumbledore said, stopping the eye contact between Slytherin and Tom, looking at Tom who turned his head, Dumbledore said softly, "He is Hogg One of the founders of Woz."

"That's right," Slytherin never took his eyes off Tom's face, even the back of his head, "I am the master of this castle."

"Mr. Slytherin," Tom turned his head, and gave a standard wizard salute to Slytherin, "Thank you for everything you have done for wizards."

After saying this, he fell into silence again, which made Slytherin feel troubled. Although his expression was still cold, his inner activities were enriched.

"Is my descendant a boring gourd? Does he not like to talk? That's not good. People with Slytherin blood must not only be good enough, but also humorous. This is not conducive to the inheritance of the Slytherin family blood. "Slytherin got caught up in a complicated brainstorm, and even forgot the purpose when he spoke.

The two were silent for a while, and finally, Tom spoke.

"Sorry, I picked those gems," Tom knew what gems Slytherin was talking about, he helped the Slytherin meeting remember the beginning of the conversation, admitted it generously, and even prepared to ask Nelson to borrow a little money "I didn't expect...their owners are still there."

Slytherin stared at Tom speechlessly. This junior made him feel a little tricky. He spoke a little out of routine, but he still maintained the image of a profound ancestor very well, and said expressionlessly, "I knew."

"Sorry, I'll restore them."

"It's nothing." Slytherin shook his head. He was no less curious about Tom than Tom was about him. "What's the meaning of gems to wizards? They're just more beautiful stones. People are always more important than property." Much more important."

"Hmm." Tom didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond in a low voice.

"You look a bit like Tom Marvolo Riddle when I was young." Slytherin seemed to want to remember Tom's face in his heart, he called out Tom's full name, and said in a cadence, "In Hogg Woz, you are the most special one."

"I'm no different from everyone else." Tom replied without any ups and downs.

Slytherin laughed, which was different from the "Jie Jie Jie" laughter that everyone imagined. His laughter was ordinary, not much different from any hearty old man. The only difference was that he might very Laugh less, so there is more or less uncoordinated hoarseness in the laughter.

He felt more and more interesting about this junior who was often praised by Dumbledore. He seemed to say a self-deprecating sentence, but he used "everyone" to describe other people. Tom's body couldn't be more suitable.

The laughter lasted a short while and the incident was over.

"Your name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Marvolo in the middle, tsk, what a ridiculous name," Slytherin had already pieced together Tom's family tree from the mouths of other headmasters, and he also knew that Marvolo How embarrassing Luo is, so the tone is quite disdainful, "Maybe the greatest value of this name is that it becomes your middle name, his name is Marvolo Gunter, and the Gunter family may be the last one I left in this world." One bloodline, so you know what? You have my blood in your body."

Tom didn't speak, he suddenly had a strange feeling, Slytherin's face seemed to overlap with another old Tom who came to seek relatives, he felt that he didn't need any other relatives, even though Nelson told him the truth early, But he was still a little shocked when the words came out of Slytherin himself.

His expression was caught by Slytherin, which made Slytherin nod in satisfaction.

"Go to the secret room, my child." He said softly with a stern face. He may have never been so easy-going in his life. Looking at Tom standing at the desk, he seemed to see himself back then, and cast a glance Nelson on the side, "Nordic boy, I need a little help."

"Oh, alright."

The bloody drama Nelson was expecting did not start. Slytherin seemed to be about to pull Tom to whisper something. Hearing the call, he stood up, pulled out his wand, and waved it lightly. Misty mist gushed out from the tip of the wand, covering A portrait of Slytherin.

Under the watchful eyes of all the principals, four living people and a bird that just woke up, the lost mist condensed around the portrait like a vortex. Nelson had already put away his wand, watching with interest the mist that gradually turned dark green.

After being stained with color, the Lost Fog became solid, like a piece of supple brocade, lightly deformed in mid-air, as if passing through the hands of a skilled tailor, a luxurious old-fashioned wizard's robe slowly floated in the air. Slowly taking shape, it fell lightly to the ground, and when it was about to fall beside Tom, an old man suddenly appeared in the wizard robe.

Salazar Slytherin has shown his true face again, unlike the old and sickly look when Nelson met him, now he has a blurred age, although he still has wrinkles on his face, you can say He is an old cucumber painted with green paint, or he can be said to be a young man with anxious looks. His handsomeness is exactly the same as Tom, but each has its own advantages. There is no doubt that no one can resist a handsome old man with a big back beauty.

He stepped on the carpet, felt the solid touch, nodded in the direction of the three of them, and walked towards the door on his own, walking like flying, leaving a light "Follow up."

Tom was silent for a moment, exchanged glances with Nelson, and left the office.

There was a shocking silence in the office. Except for Nelson, it was the first time for everyone to see someone walk out of the portrait.

"It's hard to imagine that there are such excellent students in Slytherin." After a while, when the footsteps in the corridor disappeared, Phineas's uncomfortable voice sounded: "You can perform that huh? I wouldn't mind being your demo prop."

"..."

After explaining the specialness of Slytherin's portrait, Dumbledore finally calmed down these restless headmasters, and they were finally able to talk about Professor Sykes again. , The topic came to Professor Sykes' sister, Jokunda.

"Professor, I don't know Jokunda Sykes very well, in fact, we only met once, and I don't even know what she put the croucher in my backpack for," Nelson recalled After a moment, he said, "Tom once met Jokunda once after she left school, in Paris, at that time I happened to find his biological father, you may have heard, it was because of a report, the title yes--"

"Okay, I know about it." Dumbledore put one hand on his forehead and waved the other, interrupting Nelson's increasingly divergent statement, "About Jokunda, I think Aberforth Knows better than I do, but he's always refusing to tell me what's going on."

"Professor, I was by the side when Mr. Aberforth sent Jokunda off," Nelson said. "I can tell you what happened."

"That would be the best." Dumbledore rubbed his hands together, finally knowing what his brother had done.

"Maybe the memory will be more intuitive?" Nelson pointed to his temple and said, "Can you let me use the Pensieve? My memory is a bit difficult to sort out."

"Of course." Dumbledore pointed to the bookcase, a wooden door opened, and the Pensieve was casually placed on the washbasin stand. He repeated, "Memory magic is dangerous, don't hurt yourself."

"Don't worry, Professor." Nelson stood up and walked towards the Pensieve.

After Nelson buried his face in the pensieve, Professor Slughorn, who had been silent all this time, frowned and said to Dumbledore, "Don't you know that the damage of memory may directly affect the soul? Nelson needs to use the From the appearance of the Pensieve, it can be seen that he is not familiar with Legilimency, how dare you let him go by himself?"

"Don't worry, I don't dare to say anything else, but I feel that his attainments in the soul surpass most people in this world. This is a natural talent," Dumbledore explained, "As for the Pensieve, with all due respect, If your mind suddenly has emotions that have not belonged to you for nearly a thousand years, then I think you may have to hang a Pensieve on your back if you want to take care of yourself.”

"Albus," Professor Slughorn only thought that Dumbledore's "emotions of nearly a thousand years" were exaggerated rhetoric, and did not delve into the reasons for it. He just asked with some concern, "Speaking to the students is true. Okay? I'm afraid they're going to get involved in some trouble."

"Horace, do you really think they're afraid of these things?"

"I'm not sure," Professor Slughorn shook his head. "But as teachers, we are supposed to keep these things out of the schoolyard for children. At the student level, they are always flowers in need of care."

"I agree with you, Horace," Dumbledore replied after a moment of pondering, "but in fact, they have been involved, even more deeply involved than us in some matters. As far as the demons are concerned, if we keep hiding the truth from them, Nelson's head will be gouged out by the teeth of the crooked demons one day, they are already in danger, especially Nelson, he is out of control, you know The secret about the rise of Nurmengard among those fellows in Knockturn Alley?"

"Those alchemists..."

"That's Nelson." Dumbledore lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, "I used to think the same as you, Horace, I hope that students are like crystals in an ivory tower, carefully protected and carved by us, After they grow up, they can become good people on their own, but think about it, in this era, how can we guarantee that the children who leave school on the first day can suddenly know everything like they picked up the wisdom of Merlin when they went out? We don’t even dare How to ensure that they have the ability to distinguish right from wrong when they are isolated from the world, and how to ensure that they can resist danger?"

Professor Slughorn clenched his hands and rubbed them repeatedly, without speaking.

"I can tell you, Horace," Dumbledore took off his eyes and put them on the table. The portraits of the headmasters on the wall all went out in a hurry, and he buried his face in his hands , said in a low voice, "Nelson is not a person who can be guided like ordinary students. His stubbornness is beyond your imagination. I have tried, but failed. I used to be self-righteous and wanted to help him carry everything, but for For him, this kind of dedication is like a charity of mercy, and he is destined to move forward step by step."

"But Grindelwald..." Slughorn squeezed the name out of his teeth, his eyes full of worry, and he glanced at Nelson's back, "Nelson won't..."

"No!" Dumbledore said firmly.

He knew a lot more than Nelson thought he knew, but he let it go out of an instinctive trust.

……

"The changes in this castle are really great!"

"Yes, sir, after all, more than 1000 years have passed." Tom was like a qualified tour guide, taking Slytherin on a tour of his former home. "The times are developing very fast, and now the means of transportation for school are all trains."

"Oh..." Slytherin didn't know what a "train" was, but he didn't ask further, "I heard from Albus that you met Royna?"

"Yes, sir."

"So have you seen Godric?" Slytherin asked, suddenly, his footsteps stopped, "How did the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets become like this?"

(End of this chapter)