My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 48

"Nelson!" In Potions class, Alphard stabbed Nelson in the back on the back table, threw a ball of paper on his table, hit the back of his hand and bounced into Tom's cauldron.

Tom opened the ball of paper and glanced at it, and threw it on Nelson's table with disgust on his face. Nelson opened it and read: I analyzed it all night, and now I seriously doubt that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Sykes have had any relationship. An old love.

"You didn't sleep all night thinking about this?" Nelson turned his head sideways, stared silently at Alphard with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and asked in a low voice.

I have to say that gossip is really human nature, Alphard leaned forward and said excitedly, "Yeah, you know, Professor Dumbledore hasn't had it since his student days—"

"Black!" Slughorn squeezed his beer belly between the two and tapped Alphard's forehead with the back of his hand, "Looks like you think a burp potion needs a ball of paper to be more effective, doesn't it? ?"

"Sorry, Professor Slughorn, I'm just—" Alphard has more experience in admitting mistakes and apologies than anyone else. He immediately stood up and lowered his head, admitting mistakes-apology-sophistry-explaining-begging for forgiveness.

"No no, you don't need to apologize." Slughorn braced his stomach, the flesh on his face quivered, and he glanced at Alphard's heavy dark circles, frowning and pulling out of his robes A small glass bottle filled with golden potion, unscrewed the stopper and dripped a few drops on Alphard's forehead, then turned to Nelson and stretched out his hand, raising his voice, "Come on, Williams, give it to me, let everyone Share the fruits of Mr. Black's all-night labor."

Hearing this, Tom, who was bowing his head at the side, couldn't help shrugging his shoulders twice, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He resisted the urge to laugh out loud, and snickered silently while lying on the table. After a while, Tom and Nelson, who had regained their composure, looked at each other for a second, then turned around and knocked the cauldron to the ground with his elbow. The live frog he had just put in jumped five feet high and landed on Ravenclaw's table. It stuck to Dwight's face for a moment, then jumped on top of Myrtle's head, and started running wildly around the classroom.

Seeing such a brother who is pursuing freedom, the frogs in the cauldron couldn't bear the loneliness, and they all began to jump.

"Close the lid!" Slughorn roared angrily, turning around and pointing his wand at Tom's frog. In an instant, the warrior who was embracing freedom froze in the air, and then flew back slowly. to Tom's Crucible.

"Tom, what are you doing, you must pay attention to picking a docile frog next time." Slughorn rubbed Tom's head with his free hand and rebuked himself softly in a fatherly tone. The proud student, as if he had just been beaten by a frog.Just as he turned around, he saw Nelson stuffing his wand in the drawer, and he asked angrily, "What are you doing? Williams."

"Oh, Professor, my wand is too long." Nelson took the wand out of the hole in the table and showed it to Slughorn. Stuffed it on the table."

"Uh, well, it's very long." Slughorn nodded in agreement, such a long wand was indeed rare, and then he held out his hand again, "You can give me the paper ball, so that everyone can learn a lot. ."

The classroom was soon filled with booing boos, seeing Nelson handing out the ball of paper without hesitation, Alphard leaning back in his chair in despair, staring at the ceiling.

"Okay, all quiet." Slughorn pressed his hands together, and the classroom gradually became quiet. He glared at Alphard, then opened the ball of paper in his hand and cleared his throat, "Let's see the command What is it that Mr. Black can't even hold a lesson in to discover? Ahem, let me see: Nelson, I think—"

Obviously enough of the appetite of the classmates, he suddenly stopped his voice, crumpled the note again and threw it on Alphard's table, and snorted coldly, "Although this is also very important, the class time should still be serious. Listen! Alphard, your mother asked me to take good care of you, I don't want to take care of you as an ignorant person."

"Okay, go ahead and make your burp potion, Tom, and you're going to coach Alphard." Slughorn walked back to the podium with his hands behind his back, and started pacing the classroom around the aisle, knocking this on the head, Touch that pot.A class passed quickly, as if nothing had happened just now, but Alphard sat there with the appearance of dying at the mercy of Tom.

"Your burping potions are doing pretty well, and there will be no homework for this class." The bell rang, and Slughorn put away the lecture notes, threw the rest of the herbs into the cauldron he brought, and walked off the stage. Walking towards the door, when he reached the door, he stopped as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked into the classroom, "Alphard."

Alphard sat in his seat with dull eyes, as if he had seen himself being thrown out of school by Dumbledore and Professor Sykes wearing small shoes, and then having his mother burnt his name from the family tree with a cigarette butt.

"Alphard!" Slughorn raised his voice, and Aaron Abbott, who was at Alphard's table, quickly poked his ribs and whispered, "Alphard, the professor is calling you."

"Ah?" Alphard slowed down and looked towards the door.

"Night is for sleeping. Let's talk about other things during the day, understand?" Slughorn smiled at him, turned his head and left the classroom.

When the sound of Slughorn's footsteps faded away, until it disappeared completely, the rest of the classroom gathered up and asked curiously, "Alphard, what the hell did you write?"

Alphard reacted and hurriedly rushed to the paper ball on the table. Aaron Abbott was one step faster than him. He picked up the paper ball and threw it into the crowd, followed by the sound of reading aloud from the crowd. :
"Nelson, I think Professor Slughorn has been so kind to us, I've never met a second teacher who treated us like him in all my time at Hogwarts, he's like my father …”

"Huh? No—"

"How did you write so many words on a small note?"

"I didn't expect it, Alphard, it's hard to think that you came up with the idea of ​​deliberately passing a note and being discovered." There were yin and yang boos from the crowd.

……

"What happened to that note in the end?" Tom asked curiously halfway to the cafeteria.

"When you helped me distract Professor Slughorn, I deformed it."

"I know, after all, you can use Transfiguration in that case." Tom nodded, "You shouldn't use Vanishing Charm or burn it, then it's not Alphard's problem, it's you problem."

"I turned the above words into a long nauseous confession, the kind that gives you goosebumps when you see it."

"Confession? Who are you going to confess to?" A voice burst in from behind them.

"Professor Slughorn." Nelson didn't react. He walked forward and said to himself. He didn't react until he finished speaking. He turned his head to see the person coming, and looked left and right, "Abu Fu Sir?"

"It's me, but you want to call me Mr. Dumbledore." Aberforth stroked his beard and nodded in response, "I heard it right, you want to confess to Horace? What happened to the two of you?"

"No." Tom told him what happened in the class just now, and added at the end, "So did Dumbledore and Professor Sykes really have an old relationship?"

"I want to know too." Aberforth spread his hands, "To be honest, I'm also curious."

……

"So nothing really happened last night?" At the table, Tom was carrying a stack of pickled cucumbers, trying to sandwich them between two thin slices of bread, along with a stack of sliced ​​tomatoes.

"Seriously, add some meat, it doesn't look good." Nelson forked a piece of sausage and tilted his head to look at the strange thing in Tom's hand, "I don't know the cause and effect, Abu Fu. He probably doesn't know much more than I do, and I don't even know what the point of my presence there last night was? Maybe just to ease the embarrassment of Aberforth?"

"I guess they have some conspiracy." Tom squeezed the slice of bread in his hand fiercely, and a few pieces of pickled cucumber slipped down, "I never saw Professor Sikes in school except during class time, and always felt that What is she doing?"

"I don't know about that. In the end, her younger sister, Sister Qiao Kunda, left the school, but she can still come back next year to get her diploma." Nelson also picked up a slice of bread and put sausage on it, squeezing the sauce Juice said, "Seriously, if I can, I would also like to do something that I like, and then come back to get my graduation certificate in the graduation year. I'm already thinking about finding a school to be an exchange student or something, so I can't stay here forever. a place."

"I also think," said Tom, frowning, "if old Mellors doesn't retire, I suspect that our group of students may not be able to beat an owl or even a hamster after graduation."

"It's not really, maybe he is a... er... more solid teaching method that focuses on theory and basics, the kind that requires accumulation." Nelson argued feebly, while recalling Professor Melles' course , I really felt that I couldn't wash it, so I spread my hands and shrugged, "We are also practicing by ourselves, and the effect is good, isn't it?"

"I hope I can stay at Hogwarts after graduation and teach Defence Against the Dark Arts." Tom waved his fork, "Or go to work at the Ministry of Magic, and if anyone else teaches like this, I'll put him in Azka. class!"

　When I saw yesterday's recommended ticket, I thought I was cold and sad for a long time. Later, I thought about it, I seem to have this data every day.
　　Thinking of this, I patted my belly happily.

　　


(End of this chapter)