My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 51 Gryffindor!

Soon, there was a heated discussion around the topic just now, so intense that he even forgot the protagonist of the topic, Nelson rested on Alphard's shoulder and closed his eyes drowsily.

When he woke up again, it was already white outside the window. The September sunlight, which should have been soft, hit his face through the thick white mist outside the window, but it was a bit dazzling. He raised his arms and covered his face with his palms. With the coat covering him, he slid to the ground full of newspaper crumbs.

He raised his neck and found himself lying on the bench, leaning to reach for the coat which had fallen on the ground, only to be picked up first by the hand holding the book, which handed it over to the other. He picked up his coat and shook it twice, patting the confetti and dust on it with a book.

"you're awake?"

"Huh? Tom...Are you there?" Nelson raised his head and sat up on the table. The kitten on his stomach let out a milky roar, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of falling to the ground with his coat. , Nelson saw Tom looking at him expressionlessly across from him. Christian beside him rubbed his sleepy eyes and leaned his head on Tom's shoulder. The cat's scratch took it by the back of the neck and locked it in a cage, and threw it in a high-grade magic small dried fish bought in Diagon Alley that is said to grow one centimeter long after eating one, and it settled down. ——Although it has eaten a lot in the past year, it has never grown a little bit, and it is still such a small one.

"Not yet." Tom put his coat over the shoulders of Christian, who had his eyes closed again, and spread the book on the table, turning his head to look out of the white window, "Seriously, you Isn't that magic?"

"How many times have I said it, it's just how foggy it is in England." Nelson asked vaguely, leaning against the window, putting his hands on his face and tapping his two index fingers on his temples, "Are they gone?"

"Well." Tom closed the book again, shaking his shoulders, as if he felt uncomfortable sitting, so he held Christian's arm to make her sit upright, then stood up and carefully helped her lie down on the bench and picked her up for her. She put the hat and the book under her head, tucked the coat over her, walked across to Nelson and sat next to Nelson, "They'll see you fall asleep again. I'm gone, what happened to you, I couldn't sleep soundly all the way, and I recited words. Is this also a kind of prophecy?"

"I don't know, it might really be the jet lag." Nelson tapped his forehead, answered the question in a weak tone, "Do you also believe this is a prophecy? In fact, you can read more newspapers, but you don't care about these things."

"Then what prophecy were you doing when you just slept?" Tom seemed to have no doubts about Nelson's ability to predict, and the dozing Christian also stood up and looked curiously here.

"I don't know." Nelson continued to tap his forehead, looking a little painful, "I feel like I had a dream, but I don't know what I dreamed, but it should be a nightmare, I feel like I have lost something very important... …To make matters worse, my forehead really hurts."

"Uh..." Tom covered his mouth, unable to see his expression, and choked out a sentence between his fingers, "That's probably because Alphard smashed your head with a cockroach pile."

"..."

"We'll be at Hogwarts in 10 minutes, Christian, you can change into your wizard robe." Tom looked up at the clock on the top of the window, and pulled Nelson into the corridor outside the cubicle. He closed the door of the compartment, and there were many people coming and going in the corridor at the moment. Nelson and Tom stood still in the corridor, watching the mist gradually fading outside the window, and hurrying with the people coming and going. People say hello.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that we should have a cigarette in our mouths at times like this."

"?" Tom turned to look at Nelson, who had his wand in his mouth and was playing with a silver lighter. "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I'm just in love." Nelson took his wand, turned to face Tom, smiled awkwardly, and suddenly someone bumped into his back.

"Hug... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nelson turned around and saw Myrtle, who was wearing a Muggle denim jacket with a bag. She didn't wear glasses and looked much better, but her hair was Messy and dirty clothes.

"What's the matter with you?" Nelson supported Myrtle, who almost fell. Tom frowned and took a step back, handing over a tissue. "Aren't you changing your clothes? The train will be here soon."

"Hold... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Myrtle just kept apologizing, squinting and lowering his head, different from the girl in the owl room at the top of the Ravenclaw tower, "I... I'm just looking for I can't get my clothes, but... maybe someone accidentally took it wrong."

"Who could get it wrong, Myrtle? You will always be the only one in your cubicle." A Ravenclaw girl whose name Nelson can't remember passed by with her schoolbag and stood beside the three of them. , tucked the broken hair on his temples behind his ears with his hands, and said hello in a soft voice, "How are you, classmate Riddle, classmate Williams."

Tom snorted as a greeting, and Nelson couldn't remember his name and could only stand there and smile, pretending not to be embarrassed.

"Avery." Tom suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked a passing boy like he was pulling a person out of the air. He pressed Avery's shoulder, smoothed the folds on the back of his wizard's robe, and smiled. Greetings, "I haven't seen you for a holiday, you've grown a lot taller."

"Yes, yes!" Avery blushed and nodded. A group of students with him gathered around him, greeting him with the same enthusiasm. Nelson looked around, most of them were from Tom's small club. , It seems that while studying, he has not left his job as a courtesan.

Tom nodded and said casually, "Oh, by the way, did any of you see who took Myrtle's clothes? Why don't you go look for her? You know, I can't rub sand in my eyes. I can't stand this kind of thing."

"Okay!" Avery waved his fist in indignation, as if he was the one being bullied, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only Myrtle standing there, the Ravenclaw girl didn't know anything Time to leave.

"They didn't bully me." Myrtle lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly. "It's just a joke. I... I also like to play with everyone."

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"We finally experienced the feeling of coming to the restaurant ahead of time and waiting." Alphard stretched his arms comfortably on the long table of Slytherin, probably due to the graduation of the student council president Miranda Goshak. Compared to last year, the long table is a mess.

"Unfortunately, the Academy Cup last school year was not ours." Tom frowned, pointed his fork at the red and gold lion's head above the dome, and narrowed his eyes.

"Who knows the captain of Gryffindor, that McGonagall caught the Snitch in the first 10 minutes." Alphard put on a "hey, so angry" look, crossed his hands and said, "I always thought that the second grade It is unfair to a genius like me that students cannot join the Quidditch team, just watch how I led the team to win the Academy Cup this year."

"Nelson, can you make a prophecy for me?" he pleaded, turning his head and shaking Nelson's arm again, "make a prophecy that I'll be drafted by the Quidditch team this year and swept all the enemies... Anyway, Gryffindor The captain won't play this year either."

"Can this thing still be customized?" Nelson didn't know if he heard Alphard's demands. He shook his arms and watched a group of nervous children, led by Aberforth, who were walking in through the auditorium door. Thinking of himself last year, he smiled knowingly, feeling the sore and aching shoulders, and looking at the friends around him, he felt that Slytherin was not a bad choice. After all, no one knew before making a choice. The results are good or bad, aren't they?Wait, sore shoulders?Nelson turned around, pulled his arm and said perfunctorily, "You'll bring your talent to Quidditch matches."

"Really? That's great!" Alphard hugged Nelson excitedly, as if he had been selected by the Quidditch team, and began to brag about Nelson's prophetic talents to the people around him. Alphard had already booked Nelson no less than twenty consultations on the prophecy while Burfoss led the freshmen to the table with the four-cornered stools and the Sorting Hat.

"She should be coming to Slytherin, right?" Tom took out a brand new newsboy cap with the Slytherin emblem from his pocket and turned it around quickly. He could see that he was nervous, and Nelson took the Alphard away. A hand on his shoulder, staring intently at the sorting ceremony.Christian Jewell was last in line, so the two around the table waited more and more anxiously.

"Which house do you think he'll be sorted into?" Alphard poked Nelson's arm. In the middle of the sorting process, Aberforth shouted with the list, "Alastor Moody!"

"Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor!"

Nelson's response and the Sorting Hat's cry fell almost at the same time, and Alphard's cry quickly sounded, "See! He can really predict!"

"Christian Jewell!" Soon, the list on the parchment in Aberforth's hand came to the end, he rolled up the parchment, and did not go to the staff table, the whole auditorium watched "Professor Dumbledore" Walking to the Slytherin table, he stood beside Nelson, bent down, and whispered, "Come out with me, okay?"

"But Professor, Chris—"

"It's in a hurry, come on." Aberforth grabbed Nelson's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Tom's here, isn't he?"

Tom nodded, the newsboy cap in his hand turned faster, and Nelson had to follow Aberforth to the side door of the auditorium.

"Nelson..."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Wait a minute, listen to the branch first." Aberforth was a little vague when he reached the door. Nelson turned his head to look at the center of the auditorium, just in time to see Tom who stood up with his hat and Christian who froze on the stage. , and the unexpected cry of the Sorting Hat:

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Listen to me, Nelson. You need to go home. You can still catch the train going back. I will take you back." Aberforth's voice sounded in Nelson's ear, "I just told the station One call, and they'll wait 15 minutes."

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(End of this chapter)