My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 49 Nightmare
"Nelson Williams!" Dumbledore shouted from the stage.

Nelson was still entangled between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Under Dumbledore's guidance, he walked up to the stage, sat on the four-corner stool, picked up the tattered Sorting Hat and put it on his head .

"R--" he was about to speak, when he heard the Sorting Hat whispering in his ear as soon as he uttered the first syllable, "Do you really think you are suitable for Ravenclaw?"

"Isn't it? Doesn't my future depend on my choices?"

"Very good!" The opening in the Sorting Hat turned into a wide mouth, and said mockingly, "If everyone knew how to make their own choices, then I would be able to relax a lot more."

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw..." Nelson closed his eyes, folded his hands, his knuckles were twisted white, and he kept praying.

"Very well, he has made his choice!" The Sorting Hat grinned and shouted, "Then the end result is—"

"Azkaban!!!!"

The people on the four long tables below the stage took off their school uniforms in a uniform manner, took out black robes with hoods from under the tables and draped them over their bodies, then put on their hoods, raised their wands, and swarmed them.

……

"call!--"

He woke up from the bed sweating profusely, opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, the sweat on the top of his head flowed down the broken hair on his forehead onto his face, dripped onto the quilt through his chin, and left a huge flower like a flower. Bloom-like dark red water stains.

He stretched out his hand from the quilt, and kept pinching and releasing it, feeling the touch of grasping that only exists in reality. The dream just now made him trance, so much so that even going to Azkaban in the face of the branch was absurd. He also felt sure that the scene of the crowd in black hoods swarming up was too real, and his wrists still retained the pain caused by being grasped, pinched or even scratched by the crowd. Besides, the feeling of being hit by all kinds of magic spells is no different from the real thing. Although he has not been injured by magic spells, he knows that if he is hit by magic spells, he will suffer such piercing pain.

"Are you awake?"

He looked up and looked around, he was clearly awakened from a nightmare, and the surroundings were still bright like daytime. The four-poster bed that he was accustomed to sleeping seemed a little cramped, the people standing beside the bed could not be seen clearly, and there were chubby figures around him. Maybe it was sleeping that pressed his eyes. He twisted his sore neck and asked, "Have I slept for so long?"

The man ignored him, and just asked him with a smile, "Do the clothes and bedding still fit?"

"What?" He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a new cotton-padded coat made of silk and brocade, which was warm and fit, and the bedding was also changed to a new, festive red, "Did you change it for me?"

"Yeah, does it fit?"

"Although I feel a little ashamed, it still fits very well." He nodded and lifted the quilt before getting out of bed, "How long have I slept? Is there any breakfast in the restaurant? If not, go to the kitchen to get something to eat. ."

"Hey, don't move." The man held his hand that lifted the quilt and pushed him back to the bed, "Don't move, the quilt I just made is here, you can't mess it up."

"You let me down first! I'm hungry!" He was a little irritable, grabbed the hand holding the quilt, and was about to remove it.

"You can't go down, do you still have any nostalgia for it?" He clearly saw the familiar face of the person by the window, whose name he had forgotten. He was holding an ice cream stick in his mouth. The man sniffed and pushed him down on the bed, "You can't cheat the corpse, you're already dead! Chen Yang."

"No! I—" His voice was permanently sealed by a slowly closing lid, and at the last moment, he saw the faces of the figures beside the bed through the gap in the coffin lid—a The apologetic mother is holding the child's hand and standing at the farthest, the child is innocent and doesn't know what happened, or what the relationship between the person lying here and him, or even whether to call him uncle or brother. , he was holding an elder wand and waving it like a fencing; a middle-aged man in an oversized suit, an old style with patches on the back of his elbows, was covering himself with leather Sleeves, his face is haggard, he holds a pair of labor insurance gloves in his hand, and he mutters words, as if he is apologizing; people around him are kneeling on the ground, some are silent like statues, some are crying Grabbing the ground in grief, the only thing they may have in common is that they can't remember their names and can't see their faces.

……

"No! I'm not dead!"

Nelson shouted, and sat up suddenly from his sleep, his muscles tense and trembling, his hands gripping upwards, like a drowning man grabbing the water plants floating above his head.

It's a pity that he didn't catch anything, which made the joints of his clenched fists turn white, his nails pierced deeply into his palms, and drops of scarlet blood dripped down his arms.

"Nal, what's the matter with you?" Tom rolled over and jumped off the bed, ran to Nelson's bed, and firmly supported his shoulders. "What's the matter? Have a nightmare?"

"Tom?" Nelson felt a lot more at ease when he saw Tom next to him, he was panting heavily, and nodded with lingering fears, "Huh-yes, it seems that I have had several nightmares in a row, and every time I wake up, Another nightmare."

"It's alright, it's alright." Tom patted him on the back, reaching for Nelson's water glass from the bedside table. The water glass contained boiling water that had been cool before going to bed. Nelson took the glass, took a sip, and suddenly passed from the door. The sound of knocking on the door.

"I'll open the door." Tom put down the water glass and walked to the door wearing slippers. The other two roommates were also woken up. They turned on the lights in the bedroom and got out of bed rubbing their eyes.

"Alphard, why did you come here in the middle of the night?" Tom heard Alphard calling the door, rubbed his eyes and twisted the lock, but Alphard ignored him and squeezed in the moment the lock was unlocked, waving a A newspaper rushed to Nelson's window, followed by a group of Slytherin classmates, as well as senior and other college students, waving the newspaper, he shouted excitedly:

"Nelson! Didn't expect you to be a prophet!"

"What prophet?" Nelson still didn't respond due to sleepiness, but Tom at the door asked sleepily, "What prophecy did he do?"

"Did you forget Tom? Last Christmas holiday," Alphard shouted, waving the newspaper in his hand, and probably only stones in the whole tower could not hear his voice, "Last Christmas holiday last year, you wrote to us to witness you and Nelson's bet, have you forgotten?"

He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and read aloud: "Narr said: When school starts next year, Germany is going to attack Poland, causing a Muggle war that will sweep the world! If the prediction of school next year doesn't hold true, You can slander him as much as you want."

"So what? Is there a war?" Tom curled his lips. "Did you come here in the middle of the night to fulfill the bet and slander him? You are already in the second grade, can you be more mature?"

"Of course not!" Alphard waved the newspaper in his hand, and the front page of the Daily Prophet printed a photo: German tanks neatly lined up in a phalanx are running over the neighboring plains unrivaled It seemed like an undefended border, and the planes whizzing in the sky dropped bombs on the enemy's positions like rain, and the positions had already been reduced to ruins, and only a few remnants were left lying in the broken walls and moaning in pain. A bearded soldier was crouching behind a low wall with only half of it remaining. He tore the half-red and half-white flag in half from the middle, and the red half was torn into a strip of cloth to restrain the wounded. At the base of his left thigh, he tied the other half of the white national flag to the gun barrel, stretched it over the parapet, and swayed gently.

"You know, the Daily Prophet usually doesn't pay attention to Muggle wars, but this time they made an exception!" Alphard spread the newspaper on Nelson's bed excitedly, and the headline on the front page was sensational enough - "Germany to Germany" Poland launched a blitzkrieg, and the Polish defense line was completely defeated the next day", subtitled "The German Muggle Army's New Weapons Are Enough to Kill Wizards, Expatriates in Europe Please withdraw to the UK as soon as possible", he spread the newspapers one by one, pointing to the four pages of the The full text, dancing and dancing, "Yesterday, September [-]st, the day when our school started, German Muggles sneaked up on Poland with these iron things, and they will soon occupy the whole of Poland in one day! The commentator of the Daily Prophet said, this is extremely It could be the beginning of a world war! I also bought other papers and they all thought that this war could be more extensive than the first world war.”

"So what?" Tom narrowed his eyes, stared at the newspapers on Nelson's bed, and quickly scanned the paragraph titles, "Poland Has Broke French Records, Becomes the Fastest Country in the World", "Polish Ministry of Magic has drawn up the first A group of evacuees, Poland's magical affairs will be suspended", "Exclusive to this newspaper: The Dark Lord Grindelwald has taken control of the German Ministry of Magic and violated the secrecy law to affect the Muggle army", even if he does not read the content, he can recognize it only by the title Given the seriousness of the problem, he asked casually, "This is a Muggle war. What are you doing with the Daily Prophet? Where's the Muggle newspaper? Did you buy it? What did they say?"

"I ordered two by the way, here," Alphard picked two out of the remaining pile of papers, "well . . . a Times, a Le Figaro, but they even It's useless to report this on the front page, look at this "The Times", which is a British newspaper, the news is that the female workers in the factory are paid less than the male workers, and they protest at the gate of the city hall."

"Forget it, you might as well read the wizard's newspaper."

"Isn't it? Didn't we kill the prophet first?" Alphard's face slowly grew thick black-gray hair, his eyes glowed green, and he showed a cruel smile. His teeth became sharp and protruding, and his saliva was drooling. With his transformation, the classmates behind him also turned into werewolves, and Nelson felt as if he had entered the wolf's den by mistake.

"That's right!" "Yes, kill the prophet!" "Tear him!"...

Tom's face beside the bed gradually distorted and changed until he turned into the appearance of Grindelwald on the wanted list. He held the elder wand and let out a sharp crow-like laughter, "I will never allow other people to predict like me. ."

"Looks like I haven't woken up yet." Nelson lay down on the bed and let the werewolf bite on him.

　Thank you for your support. There are [-] recommended votes. Although it is relatively small, I think this should be the first step taken by a thousand miles. The Yellow River is turbulent when it goes out to sea, but I live in Qinghai, and I know in my heart that it is at the source. What a trickle after another.

　　I have never written an online article before, and I always feel that it should not be difficult to control it at the level of my academic background. After I really got in touch, I realized that it is completely different from traditional writing. If the lack of plot and imagination in traditional writing can still be used Delicate writing can make up for it, but online texts can only rely on plots to convey emotional tension, and readers’ recognition is instant. I felt that I didn’t write well in the previous chapters, and the data was really bad, so I tried to modify some rhythms. And the plot, I hope the following plot will have a good outcome.

　　Anyway, thank you for your support and wish you all a happy new year.

　　


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