My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

383 Visitor

"It's here."

Tom led Nelson to an empty classroom at the bottom of the Ravenclaw tower and at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the castle. The elongated "Duel Club" writing on it has not yet dried.

"There's no one there."

"Of course," Tom said indifferently, "Felius posted a note on the door of the office, which contains several spell games, so that the cracker can know the location of the Dueling Club."

The furnishings in the corridor are very strange. Thick cushions are randomly placed at the skirting line of the walls on both sides, just like a warehouse for stacking sports equipment, but it seems to be worried that passing students will stumble on the flat ground, and then Fall to death here.

"There's something weird about it here."

Nelson stared at the neatly arranged cushions and thought.

"Maybe Felius didn't expect anyone to solve his puzzle so quickly," Tom shrugged and said proudly, "After all, I'm—"

"—Lord Riddle who can take off a Ravenclaw door knocker."

Nelson followed suit.

"Hush!" Tom quickly covered Nelson's mouth, for fear that someone passing by would hear about it. Fortunately, Flitwick's riddle was only guessed by him, so there was no one in the corridor, "That's Helena Ravenclaw gave it to me, you see."

"Understood," Nelson nodded, "so what are you doing with it now?"

"This topic is not suitable to talk about here," Tom put down the gift box this time, covered Nelson's nose with both hands, "the head of Ravenclaw is still inside, is it appropriate?"

After Nelson made a confirmation gesture, Tom let go of his hand and wiped Nelson's sleeve in disgust.

He tidied his school robe a bit, put his hand on the doorknob, lowered his head, and suddenly noticed a top-like instrument stuck on the edge of the door frame. It seemed to be an old-style sight glass more than ten years ago. There is no rotation, but there is a faint "humming" friction sound coming from the inside of the shell.

Nelson smiled at the wooden door with his head hooked, put down his hand that was about to open the door, turned around, and said seriously to the confused Tom, "I think, since you are the first student to solve the test of Felius, You should be the first to sign up."

"At this time, it's time to pay attention." Tom somehow bypassed Nelson and squeezed to the door. He had coveted the title of Flitwick's dueling master for a long time.

"You can put the broom first—"

Before Nelson could finish his sentence, Tom, who was in a hurry, had already pushed the door.

The next second, with a flash of light and a muffled sound, he flew out straight with the broom in his arms, as fast as a cannonball.

"—Give it to me." Nelson covered his face, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, "I finally know what those cushions are for."

But Tom, who got up, obviously didn't want to know their purpose. In other words, he had already experienced it personally. Holding the gift in his hands, he didn't even prepare a wand. At that moment, he stuffed the broom into Nelson's arms immediately, and then grabbed his wand and rushed in.

Accompanied by the sound of "ping, ping, ping, pong, pong", spells of different colors flashed alternately in the classroom, and from time to time, there was the sound of Flitwick's chanting and Tom's iconic "Avada eating a big melon".

"Didn't it say that casting spells in the castle is forbidden?!" Tom didn't really do anything, and even complained leisurely. At the same time, the human-shaped depression on the cushion was slowly rebounding, adding a bit of humor to his questioning.

"That's the corridor, Tom. As a prefect, you have to know every school rule." Flitwick's answer with a smile made Tom's attack frequency a lot faster.

"The school rules also say that you can't attack your classmates!"

"Yeah, Tom, but it didn't say that professors can't attack students," came two familiar laughters from a man and a woman in the classroom, belonging to Flitwick and McGonagall respectively, "This is a test, Tom," Professor Dumbledore told I, not only want to train the students' dueling skills, but also teach them how to deal with emergencies."

"Yes, Tom," McGonagall finally spoke, "I'm curious, the pre-set blocking spell shouldn't simply knock you back."

"Because I'm holding the present for you," Tom responded angrily, as if he had given up resisting, "no one will feel that his friends are going to attack him on the way to deliver the present!"

The sound of spells in the classroom stopped abruptly, and the three of them fell into an awkward silence. Nelson pushed open the door just in time, and walked in with the gift box in his arms.

"Minerva, I didn't expect you to be here!" He said with a smile on his face, pretending to be surprised, "Now, we don't have to make a special trip to send it to Gryffindor Tower."

Tom was standing next to a plaster cast with its arms removed, pretending to admire, while Meg and Flitwick were sitting behind a low table, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Fortunately, at least the Gryffindors may scold me, but they will definitely not attack me."

Tom looked at the hairline of the plaster statue, and said eccentrically.

"Tom..." Mag looked at Nelson, who was holding a gift box, with guilt in his eyes.

"You will definitely like this gift!" Seeing this, Nelson hurriedly smoothed things over, and controlled the box to fly to the table of the two, "Do you want to open it and have a look? There is a surprise."

Mag nodded, stroking the delicate packaging, from the size, she had already guessed that it was a broom.

Just when Nelson thought the atmosphere would freeze like this, the door suddenly opened.

A boy with a round face and half-long hair came in from outside.

"Professor Flitwick, I have solved the puzzle you left behind." Alastor Moody looked nervously at the four people in the classroom, "I'm here to sign up for the Dueling Club."

"Hello, Professor McGonagall!" Moody, who found the dean, became even more nervous.

"Very good." It took only a second for Flitwick to put on a professor's genial smile, and Minerva at the side also switched to Professor McGonagall's mode, and the gift box had disappeared from the table, "Come on, here Get a sign-up form on the table over there, and from next week, you will be able to participate in duel club activities on weekends."

Nelson followed Flitwick's gaze to the table he was talking about, and Tom appeared behind the table as if apparating, and nodded at Moody like a conscientious volunteer. He took out one and asked intimately, "Alastor, do you need a pen?"

"Ah... thank you! Prefect Riddle."

Moody scratched his head. He thought he would be the first to sign up, but then he thought, the one sitting in front of him was a Hogwarts warrior!How could it be possible to slow down a step?He walked towards Tom with reverent eyes, took the quill pen handed by Tom with both hands, signed his name on it squarely, greeted the four, and turned to the door.

"Don't tell the students the puzzle, this is our first event." Flitwick watched him leave with a smile, "Remember to help us promote more."

The "we" quickly aroused Moody's sense of approval, and his back straightened a little.

The episode of Moody's appearance subtly resolved the atmosphere in the classroom, and Tom's resentful expression also relaxed.

"Is the topic too easy?" Flitwick spread his hands in distress, "I can understand why you guys solve it first, why are there still people so fast."

"Alastor Moody," Tom explained, "is a talent. In my mutual aid club, almost all magic was taught on the first day, and the second time, my friend in Gryffindor told He and I often practice magic alone in our spare time."

"He is a hardworking kid, Felius. You didn't take much substitute last semester, maybe you don't know," McGonagall said, "He is talented and willing to work hard. He once told me that his biggest dream is to be an arrogant boy." Luo."

"Aurors are dangerous," Tom said suddenly, "a high-risk occupation that is easily attacked."

"Tom, you know, this is Professor Dumbledore's request," Flitwick said with a wry smile seeing that Tom was still angry. He could still put on the airs of a professor in front of other students, but facing an old Acquaintances and old friends, he could only patiently explain, "This is actually for your own sake. After all, it is more cost-effective to suffer a little in school than to suffer a lot after graduation."

"If you want to blame, blame Professor Dumbledore." Nelson walked to Tom with a smile, pulled out a chair and sat down, "I know the password of his office, and tomorrow I will help you steal all his snacks. "

Tom has always been an indifferent person. When facing Moody, he politely kept his distance. He only showed his true feelings when he was with his friends. Resentment comes and goes quickly. Thanks to Nelson's efforts, laughter finally echoed in the classroom.

It is estimated that there will be no students to sign up for a long time, and the four of them started chatting, enjoying this rare leisure time during the busy time of school.

"To be honest, when you go out, even if you are a friend, you must confirm your safety," Flitwick said seriously, "Before I returned to teach at Hogwarts, I worked at Gringotts for a while, and that happened In one case, a fugitive dark wizard posing as a pure-blood wizard attacked visiting friends and sent wounded people under the Imperius Curse to come to Gringotts to withdraw money."

"Can people controlled by the Imperius Curse also pass Gringotts' verification?" Tom asked curiously, "I'm just curious."

"Of course not. When you are making minecarts, you will pass through a dripping stalactite area, where detection magic is cast, and you can detect any mind-controlling magic or potions such as confusion spells and Imperius spells."

"What a pity," muttered Tom under his breath.

"what?"

"I mean, I can save my money with peace of mind."

"Gringotts is the second safest place in the world," said Flitwick proudly of his former employer, "even before Dumbledore took office, and it often competed for the title of safest."

"Speaking of which, I have also heard of a case that almost became a legend. When I was an intern at the Ministry of Magic," McGonagall said suddenly, "It is said that there is a thief in England who can transform into other people, and often goes to wizards. Steal precious materials and magic props from home, and even ask for property from the relatives and friends of the impersonated person. Although most of the cases involve a group of wizards who owe money and sell their property, there are many real victims—so Be vigilant, even with familiar people."

"Potion Potion?" Nelson asked.

"They have also considered it," McGonagall said. "Some stolen items are far less valuable than potions. If you are interested, I can ask my former colleagues."

Small talk makes time pass quickly, and although the stories McGonagall and Flitwick told were fascinating, there was a buzzing sound in Tom's pocket, and he took out a timing ball presented by Nelson, got up leave.

"The divination class is about to start, and I have to leave." He looked at Nelson, "Would you like to chat with them for a while?"

"I'm going to see Adele." Nelson also stood up, "I also want to go to the library."

"I'm going back to class too." McGonagall said goodbye to Flitwick, "Your class is in the afternoon, right?"

"If you are free, you can help me watch this place," Flitwick said with a smile as he sent the three of them off. "But I have cast a spell on the registration form. They will know what to do when no one is around."

Mag hugged the gift box tightly and left with Tom Nelson. The three separated at the stairs and rushed in their own directions.

According to the class schedule, Hufflepuff freshmen should take herbal medicine class. Nelson resisted the discomfort brought by a piece of green, and glanced outside the nursery. The atmosphere of Hufflepuff can be called the best in the four courtyards. After Dale had a good time in class, he paced away.

He didn't rush to the library immediately, he always felt that he should go out to get some air, so he left the castle aimlessly, and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest unknowingly.

"I knew you could feel my calling."

A "rustling" sound came from the bushes on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The man's voice was as hoarse as grass blades. Nelson woke up from the empty state in an instant, put his hands in his pockets, and stared at his surroundings vigilantly.

"I have no malicious intentions," the man explained, "I have worn an invisibility cloak for a while, so I want to see if I can use it to find you. If there is no response, we should meet in your principal's office... Do you have any impression, we met once."

Looking at the black magic power radiating from behind the bushes, Nelson narrowed his eyes, let go of the hand holding the magic wand, and walked towards the bushes.

"Credence?"

"That's great, you still remember me, this should be the first time we talked," Credence said with a long sigh of relief, "Hogwarts is really difficult to enter, but luckily I found a secret passage, But can you please don't go any further? I don't look very good now."

Nelson stopped and waved to the bushes: "Is Nagini okay?"

(End of this chapter)