My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Oh! Let's see who's here!" Flitwick jumped out of his chair and applauded in welcome. His tone and movements are exaggerated. Unfortunately, his figure is too short, so he looks even better when standing on the ground than sitting on a bench. It's even shorter.

　　 "Felius." Nelson greeted him, nodding in greeting.

"What is this handsome gentleman?" Flitwick hopped in front of the two of them. In fact, his speed was like walking, but his movements looked like trotting or walking, which made this little man look like Energetic, he raised his head, looked at Nelson next to Tom, smiled and led the two to the table, and asked as he walked, "Don't you introduce us?"

"Senior Flitwick, I'm Tom Riddle." Tom agreed with a serious expression. Although he said that he was disgusting and the mentally retarded all day long, he was full of respect for the real strong, Flitwick. The winner of this duel contest obviously meets the criteria of "strong man".

"Oh, I know you, Professor Slughorn likes you very much." Flitwick supported with his hand, jumped vigorously onto the chair he was sitting on, snapped his fingers, and made two of them at the empty table next door. The chair flew slowly behind the two men's buttocks.

　　 Tom dropped the big and small bags he was carrying on the ground.

Augusta squeezed next to McGonagall, which caused McGonagall who was chatting with the big boy to stop talking and turned to see Nelson. She closed a book in her hand, ignoring winking. Augusta, looking at the two through the glasses, "Nelson, Riddle, Merry Christmas. I hope Augusta doesn’t bother you. She always speaks without going through her brain, and she is a little crazy sometimes. ."

　　 "Who do you say is crazy?" Augusta teased the vulture who was sitting beside the seat, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Seriously, I suggest you go to St Mungo. If you don't go now, you may go often in the future." McGonagall rolled his eyes and waved his arms flatly, as if sending one away. Like a fly, "You didn't even pass the OWLs. Curse class..."

"Don't say this in front of the younger brother!" Augusta covered McGonagall's mouth with a surpassing human agility, and saw Nelson, Tom and the big boy next to him look around and pretend that he didn't listen to anything. When he arrived, he vented his energy and sat down on the chair helplessly, muttering some incomprehensible words, "What's so easy to learn in the curse class, what's the use of this thing..."

　　 "Augusta, you can't say that!" Flitwick is best at learning spells. "You can't just say it's useless just because you can't learn a course well."

"Hello, are you also a Hogwarts student?" Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere became tense, Nelson hurriedly extended his right hand to the bewildered boy. He looked more than two meters tall, even At three meters, I tried my best to nest myself in a small exquisite chair in the restaurant. It looked a little funny. This funny feeling became stronger when he and Flitwick next to him were brought into the eyes. His hair was very long and his body was very funny. The coat was covered with patches, but the paste was very clean. There was an equally round garlic nose in the center of the round face, which looked simple and friendly.

He saw that Nelson's extended hand was a little bewildered, and he hurriedly stretched out his generous right hand and wiped it on his coat, then smiled at Nelson shamely, took a napkin from the table and wiped his hands vigorously. , While speaking timidly, his voice does not match his height, and he can tell that he is a fairly immature child when he speaks, "Yes...yes, my name is Ruber Hagrid. If nothing else, he should be able to Go to Hogwarts to study."

Nelson saw the hand slowly reaching him, grinned, got up and took a step forward and held Hagrid's big hand tightly, then leaned forward and patted his shoulder vigorously: "Welcome. To Hogwarts!"

The three seniors stopped their argument and looked at the two people who were struggling to hug with some relief. Hagrid looked a little happy, and said happily, "I should be in school the next year! Merlin's beard, I Dad thought at first that I would not have the talent for magic!"

"You can tell me that you have it here," Tom nodded reservedly. He flipped through the menu, and under Flitwick's guidance, poke the top dishes with his fingers. "I think you'd better come to Slytherin, Slytherin. Lettering is the best college, and Gnar can help you with your homework."

　　 "I have reservations." McGonagall and Flitwick said in unison, and Flitwick added, "But tutoring is fine. We are about to graduate."

　　 "Hahaha..." Hagrid just smiled honestly, he had his own thoughts.

Soon the waiter brought the dishes, six people were sitting around the table eating, while continuing the topic interrupted by two people, McGonagall quickly ate, wiped his mouth, pursed his lips, and opened it. The book that was closed before.

　　 "So you guys gather here to read fairy tales?" Nelson took a small tomato that Tom handed him, pinched it in his hand, and asked curiously.

"This is not a simple fairy tale. This is "The Collection of Poetry and Pidou Tales"." McGonagall cleared his throat. "Many people who specialize in this book think that everything that happens in the story has real prototypes, such as It is believed that in Babiti’s story, she used a sophisticated transfiguration technique called Animagus. There are many magical magic, magic props and magical animals in the story that have never been discovered, possessed or used in real life. , But they are extremely magical even for wizards. Many people spend their entire lives without finding any clues."

"But it arouses people's desire to explore even more. No one can endure the temptation of advanced magic, magical props, or powerful and beautiful magical creatures." Augusta said, "We are no exception. Actually We even have some clues."

"But it's just a fairy tale after all, Gnar." Flitwick said sternly. "In fact, the clue we found was discovered more than 130 years ago and proved to be a fruitless one. clue."

"I just like these stories." Hagrid looked silly on the side, "My father has this book on his bookshelf. It accompanied me through my childhood, and even I rely on it to recognize words. , Mr. Dumbledore asked a few senior sisters to take me to play. I didn't expect them to have read this kind of book. I thought they all only read that kind of advanced magic book."

　　 "Mr. Dumbledore? Do you know Dumbledore?" Nelson was curious.

"Yes, my dad goes into the mountains every winter." Hagrid looked worried, but when he talked about Dumbledore, he became admired again. "Every time he entrusts me to Dumbledore's care, now I am growing up. When I get older, I don’t think I need to bother him. He also thinks I need to get in touch with other people.

　　 He waved his arm vigorously, showing his strong arm.

　　 "Are you really born in 28? I still have some doubts." Augusta looked up at Hagrid's arm with a distrustful expression on his face.

　　 "Okay, he's just a big skeleton." McGonagall interrupted her, "You can tell, I was so tall when I was in the first grade."

　　 "I really like this story." Tom lifted his head from the book and gently read the title of an article in the book: "The Wizard's Hairy Heart."

　　 "Hey..." Augusta looked disgusted, "I think this is really disgusting."

"Actually, I think this is a very in-depth story." McGonagall murmured to himself with reminiscences in his eyes: "A heart lacking love can only bring pain. Many things are compared with love. It's not worth mentioning at all."

　　 "Yes," Tom seemed to agree, and then asked casually, "And I'm a little curious, is this kind of magic that hides the heart or some other weakness and becomes powerful really exists?"

"In fact, the heart is not a wizard's weakness." Flitwick explained, "For the doctors who are proficient in healing magic working at St. Mungo, it may only take a second to repair a broken heart, but If you dig it out like a book, the doctor may not be able to save you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Oh," Tom thoughtfully, "So it is."

"Well, many of the stories in "The Poetry and Pidou Tales" are full of metaphors, except for the witch who turned into a rabbit that McGonagall just said. Oh, can I have one? It looks delicious." Get Tom After agreeing, Flitwick waved his hand, and a small tomato flew into his mouth. He chewed intoxicatedly while explaining to the two who had never read the book, "Besides, Jumping the pot may imply advanced alchemy, which can even be refined into magical props with autonomous consciousness; the fountain of good luck may represent the prototype of the blessing agent, and the legendary spring can bring luck; and the most famous The one is "The Story of Three Brothers"...oh, it's so delicious, I feel I am in love with this kind of fruit."

Flitwick swallowed the small tomato in his mouth (Tom: This is a vegetable!), continued to speak, and while taking out his wand and drawing a sparkling figure on the napkin, he drew it and said, "There are three things in this story. The powerful Deathly Hallows, it is said that whoever owns these three holy objects can be the master of the death. They are the invincible old wands that can increase the magic power, can resurrect the dead, and call people back from the death. The resurrection stone, and the invisibility cloak that can evade everything, completely invisible... Countless wizards are looking for these three sacred artifacts one after another. They use this symbol to represent their ideals of treasure hunting."

　　 The last stroke of the magic wand fell, and there was a shiny symbol on the napkin. There was a vertical line in the circle, and the line ran through a triangle. Looking at Tom and Nelson with mesmerizing expressions, he spoke slowly, the original sharp voice even sounded a little low.

　　 "This is only a story after all, and besides, the power of a wizard can't depend on foreign objects."