My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 385 Dangerous People
In the evening, Hogwarts Castle was covered with a layer of golden red lace by the setting sun, as if Gryffindor had won the Academy Cup. Sitting on the grass around a tree stump, just like those students who come out to wander before dark.

Several bottles of drinks that have been opened but have not been touched are staring at each other on the tree stump like wizard chess, like an opposing army formation, no different from the surrounding people with different expressions, a kind of relaxation mixed with tension, trust hidden With an atmosphere of suspicion, the eyes of several people shuttled back and forth around.

"Is he trustworthy?" Tom squinted, looking at the ordinary-looking boy sitting on the grass beside him, "It's really hard to imagine that the man who supported Nagini to persevere is actually younger than me .”

"Thank you for the compliment." Nelson, who was sitting in the middle, said, "It seems that my Transfiguration has improved again."

"Mr. Riddle," said Credence, who had transformed into an unknown student, gratefully, "I have never had the opportunity to thank you in person. If it weren't for you, I might have lost Nagini."

The three of them seemed to be chatting enthusiastically, but they were actually talking about their own things. Alphard, who was sitting on the sidelines, stared blankly and tried hard to think about whether the topics between them were related.

"What are you talking about?"

As the three topics continued to deepen, Alfad, who was already feeling a little headache, put down the empty glass bottle, couldn't bear it, and asked loudly, "Can someone come and explain things clearly? I even forgot that I came here to What are you doing?"

The remaining butterbeer flowed down the side of the bottle to the bottom of the bottle. The empty bottle stood out among the three full bottles. He waited for a while, but seeing no one answered him, he picked up the nearest Nelson's bottle and asked, "Headache, dry mouth...Nelson, can you give me this bottle if you don't want to drink it?"

"I added some ingredients," Nelson shrugged. "You may feel uncomfortable after drinking it, but don't worry, I bought it, not made it."

Alphard had seen Nelson's level of potions, and after hearing what he said, he withdrew his hand grabbing the pumpkin juice as if threatened.

"Don't even think about it, Alphard." Before his eyes wandered to Tom's face, Tom had just refused him.

"I can give you mine, sir."

Credence touched his intact face and said with a smile, "If you don't mind that it has been opened."

"Thank you."

Alphard grabbed the bottle, drank it in a big gulp, and smiled sheepishly, "I don't know why, I've always been thirsty recently."

"The seasons are changing, sir," Credence said with concern, "remember to be prepared, it's really dry recently."

Alphard, who grew up among his sister who was used to domestic violence, the always eccentric Tom and the sometimes eccentric Nelson, had never seen such a gentle person.

"It's very wrong for you to do this," Tom's blow brought Alphard back to reality, "If you want to pretend to be like Gnar, you have to understand his style, and you can prevaricate it if your classmates find it unusual, but if Was it discovered by the professor? He is very familiar with Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore, both of whom are wizards who are good at transfiguration, and once they find anomalies, they will be easily exposed."

"Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore?" Credence read these two names silently, already in the state of learning, "Is there anything that needs to be paid attention to for them?"

"The first thing is that, except in class, Professor McGonagall is called Minerva."

"..."

Credence's boy had a look of great confusion on his immature face.

……

"I understand what's going on." When the sun was sinking, Alphard slapped his numb thigh and realized, "This man named Credence Barburn signed a contract with Nelson. An unbreakable vow to become like Nelson and help Adele who might become like Kellum... well, sorry, I don't mean to criticize the Obscure's looks, I'm just, uh..."

Alphard who noticed Credence's stiff expression hurriedly apologized.

"You're right," Credence shook his head and looked at Alphard. Black scars appeared on his face, and he saw a hideous ghost face. Alphard, who was watched by two faces, stayed where he was. Credence said softly, "Even if the Obscure is not crazy or dead, he will turn into this kind of ghost - this is a stubborn disease of wizards, sir, this is why I must help Miss Wertling, I don't want to see anyone suffer the same pain as me, and I don't want them to experience the same sadness as me."

"Feel sorry……"

Alphard was speechless in a daze.

"I will cooperate with you." Tom suddenly looked at Credence and said seriously, "For the sake of Gnar and Nagini, I am willing to believe you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

There are different moods in the two thanks.

"So you came here just to drink two bottles of drinks? Alphard."

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't tell me," Alphard patted his head and said in surprise, "Father sent Kreacher a message that there is indeed something underground in the ranch, and he wants you to find a chance as soon as possible." Go to Grimmauld Place."

He paused, and added solemnly, "It's urgent."

"How urgent is it?"

"He told me to get Nelson right away," said Alphard, "otherwise the house-elf would not have delivered the message, and he nearly Apparated onto the Quidditch pitch!"

"Is this the first time?"

Looking at the night sky full of stars and moon reflected on the empty bottle, Tom quietly told a bad joke.

Nelson grabbed the clothes thrown aside and jumped up from the grass. Borroux told him "if there is an urgent matter, I will notify you directly" when seeing off. It seemed that there was indeed an urgent matter. He ordered Credence Nodding, said in a deep voice, "Tom, I leave it to you."

Tom shrugged, gasped, noncommittal.

"Thanks Christian."

Nelson put his arm into his sleeve and walked quickly towards the secret passage. Who would not leave a back door for himself when he had the opportunity to participate in this kind of project?

"Let's start with the language habits and spellcasting habits first," he said with a smile as he watched Nelson walking towards the Forbidden Forest while putting on his clothes, "In terms of understanding of Nelson, I may know more about him than he does." OK."

"No one really understands themselves." Credence nodded with a smile, recalling Nelson's entrustment, lowered his head, and called out softly, "Mayfly, it's my turn."

His youthful appearance was horribly rolled up like sea waves, and countless gullies and cracks appeared on his face. In the cracks, the silver light of metal flickered and flowed under the moonlight, and his whole face was like Wriggling as if alive, reshaping his appearance in places slightly different from the facial features, and after a while, the face that belonged to Nelson appeared in front of him.

Meanwhile, Nelson covered his face with his stand-up collar, held out his wand in the deserted street outside Hogsmeade, and stopped the Knight Bus.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"London." Nelson lowered his voice, and with the help of Mayfly, he made the sound of starting smoking in 60 years.

"Yes sir, we've been doing—"

"I know the price, so there's no need to look for it," a shining Galleon swirled into the arms of the young conductor, "I thought you were already a driver, Ern."

"A regular customer?"

Ern took the gold coin blankly, and wanted to chat a little bit, but found that the customer had already walked up the stairs.

"The rich have such a strange temper."

He shrugged, stuffed Garen into his arms, counted out a few silver Siqs from his pocket, and stuffed them into the coin box. Hearing the pleasant sound of the coins colliding, he patted his stomach contentedly, and held them steady. Handrail, began to wait for the next guest.

……

Nelson, who got off the bus in London, circled around and disapparated to Grimmauld Square. It was completely dark, but Grimmauld Square was brightly lit, and it seemed that he was having an uneventful night.

He went to the door and rang the bell.

The doorbell rang once and then stopped abruptly, with a wand pointed at his forehead.

"Mr. Black, it's me."

Nelson lowered his turned-up collar.

"Come in." Borroux poked his head out, looked around, and welcomed Nelson into the door. The moment the door just closed, he said mysteriously, "You can't even imagine what we dug up. "

Nelson looked at the empty old house, where the servants had gone.

"I sent them to the ranch. Families like ours who have been out of the Ministry of Magic for a long time have this kind of problem. They can't call people at critical moments, so they can only send servants and even family members," Borlocks saw Nelson's Confused, explained, "What was dug up was so amazing that every time I think about it, I think it was a dream."

"Hybrid Fantastic Beasts?" Nelson asked, and there were only so many rare items that could be produced by a fanciful animal expert-such as snails or something.

"This is also the limit of my imagination." Borroux took Nelson to the reception room with urgent steps. "It turns out that my imagination is not enough. If someone tells me that Melissa Sykes is actually I am also willing to believe that she is a lunatic. After all, her father's crazy mind will inevitably be passed on to her... Merlin's pants, they even said in the introduction they gave me that they were the place where the Sykes family used to treat injured magical animals! "

"What is it? Could it be a combination of magical animals and people? Or a Chimera? He sewed many kinds of animals together?"

"I can't describe it to you. It's a dangerous man, er, or dangerous thing... Anyway, the Black family has basically completed the excavation work," Borlux strode to the fireplace, drew his wand and held it. In front of his chest, he grabbed a handful of shiny silver Floo powder from the small box above the fireplace and sprinkled it into the fireplace with a weak flame. Turning his head, he said, "But I can't guarantee what will happen there after I come back, so be careful, we'll see you there."

"House of Love."

As Borroux reported the location, the flames expanded again, and the flames were licking the bricks of the fireplace like the tongues of wild beasts.

Borlux took a step forward and was consumed by flames.

Nelson wanted to follow him in directly, but seeing Borroux's ready appearance, he took out his wand from his pocket, hung it by his side, and took a step forward. A rare sense of tension suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. He said that he didn't believe in fate, but he was still used to the convenience brought by the sixth sense, and it seemed that danger was waiting for him.

"Dangerous...person?"

Nelson stopped in his tracks, the fine hair on his forehead fluttered slowly with his breathing, silver lights emerged from various parts of his clothes, and converged towards the wand, he took out the old wand and held it in his left hand, together with the palm of his hand hide it in the sleeve.

The light gathered on the wand in his right hand became sharper and sharper. Nelson took a deep breath and stepped forward while the green fire in the fireplace was still extinguished.

"House of Love?"

He chanted this somewhat inappropriate and even humorous place name, and his figure disappeared into the flames.

"Roar!!"

Nelson's eyes were covered with a green filter by the bright flames, which made the dark night scene in his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of poisonous green. Stepping out of the middle, a deafening roar appeared in his ears, he could even imagine a big mouth in front of him in the dark, it could open wide like a snake, as if it wanted to completely devour its enemy .

A rotten smell mixed with the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and he felt a burning sensation in front of his eyes. Under the dark night, a row of sharp lights was close at hand.

Nelson took a step back, felt the solid wall behind him, and raised his right hand. A sword made of countless fragments was particularly noticeable under the night. Supporting the right hand holding the sword, the silver light of the Iron Armor Curse and Mayfly instantly covered the whole body, except for the shining sword tip.

"It's really exciting."

Looking at the danger coming from the darkness, Nelson's tone was flat, but his heart sank. Under the light of the sword, he at least saw the reflection of pupils and teeth, at least it was a living thing, not something indescribable .

Just like the script arranged by Nelson, the thing in the dark opened its mouth wide and rushed towards him. After the two rows of sharp teeth, there were layers of densely packed messy teeth. They were equally sharp and even more dangerous.

The comer was aggressive and seemed to have caught Nelson off guard, but its disorderly advance wrapped the sharp sword tip just right.

"puff!"

The sharp teeth collided with the Iron Armor Curse, making a teeth-stinging rubbing sound. At the same time, disaster entered the mouth, and the sword was slightly blocked for a moment. In the next second, the smelly and hot liquid drenched Nelson's body.

(End of this chapter)