My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Nelson Williams!" Dumbledore shouted from the stage.

Nelson was still entangled between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Under Dumbledore’s guidance, he stepped onto the stage, sat on the four-corner stool, and took the tattered sorting hat and placed it on his head. .

　　 "Pull—" He was about to speak, and as soon as he uttered the first syllable, he heard the sorting cap whisper in his ear, "Do you really think you are suitable for Ravenclaw?"

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

　　 "Very good!" The hole in the sorting hat grinned into a big mouth, and said mockingly, "If everyone knows how to make their own choices, then I will be able to relax a lot."

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

　　 "Very well, he has made his own choice!" The Sorting Hat opened his mouth wide and exclaimed, "Then the final result is—"

　　 "Azkaban!!!"

　　 The people on the four long tables under the stage took off their school uniforms neatly, took out the black robe with a hood from under the table and put them on their bodies, then put on their hoods, raised their wands, and swarmed them up.

　　……

　　 "Huh!——"

He woke up from the bed in sweat, opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. The sweat on the top of his head ran down the broken hair of his forehead to his face, dripped through his chin onto the quilt, leaving behind huge flowers like flowers. Dark red water stains like blooming.

He stretched out his hand from the quilt, kept pinching and releasing it, feeling the sense of grasping that can only be found in reality. The dream just now made him trance, so even if he went to Azkaban in front of the branch, it was so absurd. He also feels convinced that the scene of crowds in black hoods swarming up is too real. His wrist still retains the soreness caused by being grasped, pinched or even scratched by the crowd, except for this. In addition, the feeling of being hit by various spells is no different from the real one. Although he has not been injured by the spell, he knows that if he is hit by the spell, he will suffer that kind of heart-wrenching pain.

　　 "Are you awake?"

He raised his head and looked around, obviously awakened from a nightmare. The surroundings were still bright as daytime. The four-poster bed he was used to sleeping seemed a bit cramped. The people standing by the bed couldn't really see it, and there were decent figures around. Maybe it's because of sleeping to the eyes. He twisted his sore neck and asked, "Have I slept for so long?"

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

　　 "What?" He lowered his head and looked at himself wearing a brand-new cotton-padded coat made of silk and brocade. It was warm and fitted. The bedding was changed to a new one, a festive red. "Did you change it for me?"

　　 "Yes, does it fit?"

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

　　 "Hey, don't move." The man pressed his hand to lift the quilt, and pushed him back on the bed, "Don't move, I just laid the quilt, you can't mess it up."

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

"You can't go down, do you still have any nostalgia?" He saw the familiar face of the man by the window that had forgotten his name. He held an ice cream stick in his mouth, smiled brightly, and had tears on his cheeks. The man sucked his nose and pushed him onto the bed, "You can't cheat the corpse, you are dead! Chen Yang."

"No! I—" His voice was sealed forever by a slowly closing lid. At the last moment, he saw the faces of the figures beside the bed through the gap of the coffin lid—a The apologetic mother was holding the child’s hand and standing at the farthest point. The child was innocent and didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know what was the relationship between the person lying here and him. He didn’t even know whether to call him uncle or brother. , He carried an elderberry wand and waved it like a fencing; a middle-aged man in a fat suit stood aside. The style of the suit was very old and his elbow was still patched. The man gave himself a pair of leather. With sleeves, his face was haggard, he was holding a pair of labor protection gloves in his hand, and he was muttering words, as if he was apologizing; people around closer were all kneeling on the ground, some were silent like a statue, some were crying Grabbing and griefing, the only thing they have in common may be only one, that is, they can't remember their names and can't see their faces clearly.

　　……

　　 "No! I'm not dead!"

　　 Nelson yelled, and sat up suddenly from his sleep, his muscles tense and shuddering, his hands were firmly grasping upwards, like a drowning man grasping the waterweed floating above his head.

　　 It's a pity that he didn't catch anything. This made the knuckles of his fist that were too tightly clenched, his nails pierced deeply into his palms, and a drop of scarlet blood dripped down his arm.

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

"Tom?" When Nelson saw Tom next to him, he felt quite settled. He gasped and nodded with lingering fear. "Huh-yes, it seems to have had several nightmares in a row, every time he wakes up Another nightmare."

"It's okay, it's okay." Tom patted his back, reached out from the bedside table and reached for Nelson's water glass. There was boiling water in the glass that was cold before going to bed. Nelson took the glass, took a sip, and suddenly passed from the door. Come to slap the door.

　　 "I'll open the door." Tom put down his water glass and walked to the door wearing slippers. The other two roommates were also awakened. They lit the lamp in the bedroom, rubbed their eyes and got out of bed.

"Alphad, why did you come in the middle of the night?" Tom heard Alphad calling the door, rubbing his eyes and unscrewing the lock, but Alphad ignored him and squeezed in as soon as the lock was opened, waving. A newspaper rushed to Nelson's window. Behind him was a group of Slytherin classmates, as well as senior and other college students. While waving the newspaper, he shouted excitedly:

　　 "Nelson! I didn't expect you to be a prophet!"

　　 "What prophet?" Nelson still had no response due to sleepiness, but Tom at the door asked sleepily, "What did he prophesy?"

"Did you forget Tom? Last Christmas holiday," Alphad yelled, waving the newspaper in his hand. It is estimated that there were only stones in the entire tower and his voice could not be heard. "Last Christmas holiday you wrote to us to witness you and Have you forgotten Nelson's bet?"

He drew a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket and read it aloud: "Nar said: When the school starts next year, Germany will attack Poland, which will trigger a Muggle war across the world! If the prediction of school next year is not established, You can slander him as much as you like."

　　 "So? Have you been in war?" Tom pouted, "Did you come in the middle of the night to practice the gambling contract to discredit him? You are in the second grade, can you be more mature?"

"Of course not!" Alphad waved the newspaper in his hand, and the headline of the "Daily Prophet" printed such a photo: German tanks neatly lined up in squares are running unrivaledly across the plains of neighboring countries. The undefended border, the planes roaring in the sky threw bombs at the enemy’s position like rain, and the position had already been reduced to rubble, and only a few remnants were left groaning in agony in the ruins of the broken wall. A soldier with a big beard is squatting behind a low wall with only half of it left. He tore the half-red and half-white national flag in half from the middle, and the red half was torn into a strip of cloth to hold the wound tightly. At the base of the thigh of his left leg, he tied the other half of the white flag to the barrel of the gun and stretched it over the low wall and dangled it gently.

"You know, the "Daily Prophet" generally does not pay attention to the Muggle war, but this time they made an exception!" Alphad was excited to spread the newspaper on Nelson's bed, and the headline on the front page was sensational enough-"Germany to Poland launched a blitz, and the Polish defense line was completely defeated the next day. With the subtitle "The German Muggle Army’s new weapons are enough to kill wizards, please withdraw to the UK as soon as possible in Europe." He spread the newspapers one by one and pointed to the four pages. The full text, dancing and dancing, "Yesterday, September 1st, the day we started school, German Muggles used these iron gadgets to attack Poland, and they will soon occupy Poland in one day! The commentator of "Daily Prophet" said that this is extremely exciting. It may be the beginning of a world war! I also bought other newspapers, and they all think that compared to the First World War, this war may spread more widely~www.readwn.com~ So what?" Tom squinted He raised his eyes, stared at the newspapers on Nelson’s bed, and quickly scanned the paragraph headings, "Poland has broken the French record and became the fastest defeated country in the world", "The Polish Ministry of Magic has drawn up the first batch of evacuees, Polish Magic Business will be suspended", "Exclusive of this newspaper: The Dark Lord Grindelwald has controlled the German Ministry of Magic and violated the confidentiality law to affect the Muggle army", even if he does not read the content, he can recognize the seriousness of the problem only by the title. He asked, "This is a Muggle war. What do you read about the "Daily Prophet"? What about the Muggle newspaper? Have you bought it? What did they say?"

"I ordered two copies by the way, here," Alphad picked out two from the remaining pile of newspapers, "Well... one "Times", one "Le Figaro", but they even It’s useless to report this on the front page. Look at this "Times", this is a British newspaper. The news is that the wages of female factory workers are lower than that of male workers, and they protested in front of the town hall."

　　 "Forget it, it's better to read the wizard's newspaper."

"Aren't we? Don't we cut the Prophet first?" Alphad's face slowly grew thick black-gray hair, his eyes glowed green and a cruel smile appeared, his teeth became sharp and protruding, and his saliva flowed. Ground, with his transformation, the students behind him also became werewolves, and Nelson felt like he had entered the wolf's den by mistake.

　　 "Yes!" "Yes, kill the prophet!" "Tear him to pieces!"...

Tom’s face by the bed also gradually distorted and changed until he became the appearance of Grindelwald on the wanted list. He held the old magic wand and let out a crow-like laugh, "I will never allow other people to predict as I did. ."

　　 "It looks like I'm not awake yet." Nelson lay on the meeting bed and let the werewolf lie on him and bite him.