My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Sit whatever you want," Tom sat on the wooden chair, leaning forward with his chin resting on the back of the chair, swaying the chair creaky, the stool legs rubbing against the ground and making a toothless sound, "Let's sit down and sit down. Say."

　　 Nelson followed Christian into the room, and closed the door. With the bang of the door, the room and the corridor seemed to be separated into two worlds, completely separated from the outside world. Christian is now like a little girl of his own age, feeling anxious in such a relatively closed environment.

"I think it might be a bit impolite to sit on the bed..." Seeing Tom sitting in the only chair in the room and Nelson leaning on the edge of the window, Christian, who doesn't know where he sits, smiles awkwardly, like the first The shy guests who came to other people's homes for the second time seemed to be at a loss.

　　 "Oh, sorry." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Get used to it, you may not know it. This used to be Gnar's room."

　　 "I don't know if I violated the secrecy law just now." He turned his face to Nelson again, looking rather indifferent.

"It's okay. There are no Muggles in the hallway. This kid is also a wizard. I will explain this when I write to the Ministry of Magic." Nelson took out the wand that had just been stuffed into his pocket and faced the one leaning on the corner of the table. An old umbrella with one finger, it grows as tall as a plant in a botany documentary. The umbrella bone opens and closes down with the black umbrella surface, slowly turning into a slender black high stool. "Anyway, we have violated several times. We have to use a piece of parchment for one thing and several things, right?"

Seeing the chair floating steadily towards her, Christian's face was stunned and unbelievable. She knew that she was a little special since she was a child, but in front of this scene like magic in a fairy tale, she still felt that she was in it. It's no longer a familiar room, but a whole new world.

"So you let me fall asleep at the dinner table yesterday. Is it magic?" Christian's previous ferocity completely disappeared, and she asked in a fearful and eager tone, "Are you all wizards? Like you Are there many people? Can I be like you?"

"You should say'we', Christian Jewell." Tom looked a little impatient and a little disappointed. "You should be calm. I just thought you were a lot like me, but now it looks like I missed you. ."

　　 Christian opened his mouth and wanted to say something, then closed his mouth angrily.

"Yes, we are all wizards. There are thousands of wizards in Britain, and there is even a magic school dedicated to little wizards. We are studying there." Nelson laughed, he felt very interesting, and Tom With the difference, he felt that Christian’s awkward personality and stubborn appearance were exactly the same as the Tom he met at the beginning. Except for gender, the two people were almost carved out of the same mold-this mold may It's a bit rough, making the details of each product different, "We are here this time, Christian, you are a wizard."

"Really? Mr. Williams." The girl with tears on her face was like a fawn picking berries in the jungle. She unconsciously used honorifics and turned her head to Tom again, as if she was afraid He left him in the cold, and added, "Mr. Riddle."

　　 Tom glanced at her squintly, and put his chin on the back of the chair, playing with his wand like a pen, looking bored.

"It's true." Nelson nodded encouragingly. He even wanted to glue himself a beard, feeling that he smelled like Dumbledore. "I felt like you used magic in the alley that day. You can do it all the time. Is it such a thing?"

"Yes, Mr. Williams." Christian was sitting on the chair Nelson conjured, twisting uncomfortably, as if someone under his **** had lit a fire, and from time to time he secretly reached out to touch the cushion, "I've had this since I was a child Ability... No, magic. It was Thanksgiving Day at the first five years old... That day it was extremely cold at home, and suddenly there was a fire in the fireplace... Our house obviously had no firewood-from that day on, I knew me. It’s different from other kids."

"Well, does it make a fire? As far as I know, the first thing many little wizards do is to set a fire." Nelson was holding a book that he didn't know when it was changed, and holding a book might be changed together. The pen, meticulously taking notes like McGonagall, raised his head and said after writing, "This chair is no different from before the magic disappears, but you'd better not grab it, or your umbrella may break. Hole... Just call me Nelson. If nothing else, you will be our school girl soon... How old are you this year? Are you almost eleven?"

"I'm sorry, William... Nelson, I don't know." Christian received her hand in her arms, her eyes lonely, which made her dark eyes lose their look, she lowered her head to think for a while, and said in a low voice, " I think I will be eleven years old next year."

"Call me Riddle...well, Tom would be fine." Tom, who seemed to be indifferent to this conversation, suddenly spoke next to him. Christian raised his head and peeked at Tom, who was looking at him frowning. The look seemed to be back again. Tom raised his wand's hand and said, "What do you look like? Most people here don't know when their birthday is. Everyone regards the day they came to the orphanage as their own. Birthday."

"Clean up." He pointed his wand at Christian's face, and his wrist shook slightly to the right twice. The girl's dirty face was instantly cleaned as if it had just been washed, and it drooped down to cover his forehead and eyebrows. Broken hair was also carefully brushed behind his ears, and Tom turned his head in Nelson's direction, muttering in his mouth, "I don't see such a poor bug."

Christian only felt a breeze blowing on her face. She didn’t know what was going on. She looked at Tom’s wand in his hand and the back of his head, stretched out a hand to touch her cheek, and touched her clean, smooth cheeks and neat hair. Grinning with a huge grin that reached the back of his teeth, he yelled sharply at the back of Tom's head, "Thank you! Tom."

Tom seemed unmoved, but Nelson, who was leaning against the window, clearly saw him puckering up his mouth and laughing. He just wanted to say something to Tom who was awkward, but saw Tom show him "What dare you say?" I shouldn’t say I’m a ghost and I won’t let you go.” Seeing this scene, Nelson, who had always shown a “Dumbledore-like smile”, couldn’t hold himself up instantly, holding his belly and laughed. Seeing Nelson's appearance, Tom blushed with anger, and looked ashamed and angry as a little daughter-in-law.

　　 "Excuse me... can I see it?" Christian looked back and forth between the wands in their hands. "Is this a wand? Do you use it to perform magic?"

"Uh..." Nelson straightened his waist with an embarrassed expression on his face. In the first class of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the old-fashioned Professor Melles said to them, "I suggest you write this sentence in On the first page of the notebook: Always hold your wand in your hand!" A wizard without a wand is like a cat without paws. To be honest, he is a little afraid that Christian suddenly madly breaks his wand. Now, "The wizard's wand..."

　　 "Sorry," Christian saw Nelson's look and the back of Tom's head, and realized the abruptness of her request, she hurriedly apologized, and lowered her head again, "I'm really sorry, I don't know how important it is."

"Here." She raised her head, and in front of her was Tom's wand-the luxurious and mysterious yew wand was shining. It could be seen that the owner was very concerned about it and often wiped it. Tom pinched the middle of the wand with two fingers. Straighten his arms and hand it to Christian, his head turned to the side, still with an expression that he didn't want to look at her face up.

"No, no! No, I just..." She lowered her head and waved her hand again and again, indicating that she didn't want to look at it~www.readwn.com~ Tom's snort from her nostrils interrupted her speech, and she again Lifting his head, he saw Tom lying on the back of the chair, facing her, with a look of disgust with "Why is this ink?"

"Thank you." She looked into Tom's eyes and thanked in a low voice. She stretched out her hands to hold Tom's wand and placed it on the palm of her left hand. Just about to reach out her right hand to grab it, she glanced at her palm again. He quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and kept rubbing, until the palm of his hand was red, then he slowly stretched out to the wand and stroked it gently.

　　 After a while, Tom took his wand, held it and glanced at it, and didn't wipe it again, but put it directly into his sleeve. Seeing his movements, Christian showed a relieved expression, and his body relaxed.

　　 "Can you talk to us about you?" Looking at Tom who turned his face away from the window, Nelson said helplessly.

　　 "I... I actually have nothing to say." Christian said intermittently and began to tell his story.

Her story sounds like a tragic story similar to "Orphan Twist". This is already tragic enough. What is even more tragic is that such a story is everywhere in the streets of London and the whole world. There are many, even more illogical than in the novel. She is one of the orphans sent by the times—I don’t know who her biological parents are. She was adopted by a scammer since she was a child. It happened, but it was a good surprise to her. Later, her adoptive father went to the gang to deceive and was caught, and was beaten to death on the street. She persisted in the run-down bungalow for a week and waited for her father to return home. That was when she found out. After losing her magic power, she was caught in a trafficker's den on the street when she was hungry. She was too old and not enough to find a buyer, so she could only earn a living by stealing things and handing them in.