My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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

　　 On the train back to school, Alphad happily pushed open the compartment door and awakened Nelson who was sleeping by the car window.

"Why do you look so spiritless? Today is the first day of the new semester. You should be happy." Alphad looked very interested, sat down beside Nelson, spreading the newspaper in his hand on the small table. .

"Am I still not awake?" Nelson rubbed his forehead, opened his somewhat swollen eyes, glanced at Alphad who was squeezing around him, and twisted his head out of the window. "What do you want to do this time? Continue the knife. Prophet?"

"What are you talking about? Sleeping silly?" Alphad sat closer again, making room for the sister who came in on the heel, and looked at the opposite Tom, "What's wrong with him? Why does he look so sluggish? ."

　　 "I don't know, maybe it's jet lag." Tom closed the book in his hand and placed it on Christian's lap, who was sitting next to him. "It's enviable. You are so energetic every day."

　　 "How can there be a jet lag when returning from the Czech Republic to the UK?" Christian held Tom's book in his arms and smiled with his mouth covered.

It has been a whole year since they last took this train dedicated to carrying Hogwarts new students. Unlike the turbulent dark tide of the magic world, this year's Hogwarts life can even be called calm. Principal Armando Dippet is still missing. The affairs of the school are handled by the three deans who assisted Aberforth in Dumbledore, who is disguised as Dumbledore, and his performance in Dumbledore’s position is unexpectedly not bad. Not only did the school manage the school in an orderly manner, but the teaching work did not fall. In the words of the students, this year's Professor Dumbledore was more intimate than ever before, and even compared to his brother in the teaching of how to deal with others. Unforth's justice seems to be closer to the ordinary people who are stuffed with a few sections of wagons, and they are more likely to be understood and recognized by people like us.

As Tom said, they have just returned from the Czech Republic. In fact, Jonas started preparing for this summer trip when he received Nelson’s letter last year. When the two returned home from the holiday, they took out their report cards. At that time, Jonas was the first to code five ferry tickets onto the coffee table.

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"You don't need to read the transcript. I believe that under my guidance, your grades will not be bad." Jonas helped Tom and Nelson take off their coats and smiled carelessly. "Really. If you fail, it will be a surprise to me."

"What are you talking about? When did you teach them, do you know how to cast spells?" Bei stretched her hand and flicked her husband's forehead, and said to the two with a smile, "The transcripts have been sent home, Jonas After reading the report card, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep for two days. I even went to the Xicheng Orphanage to invite Mrs. Cole to dinner. If she didn't go, he would drag me around the door of her office every day."

　　 "Puff—" A young girl with long hair walked downstairs. Her black hair reached her waist, and her black eyes looked alive.

"Christian?" Nelson looked at the girl who came by, and said uncertainly. Compared to last Christmas, she looks very different. I don't know if a stable life allows her to take care of herself. She looks clean. Much more beautiful, wearing a simple but well-fitting linen skirt, more like a girl, "How can your hair grow so fast?"

"Maybe this is magic?" Christian raised his hand, grabbed a bunch of hair that fell to his chest, and twisted it around his little finger. Nelson blinked, wondering if it was because she had an inexplicable affection for Tom. She even looks very much like Tom now, like a female version of Tom Riddle with long hair, a skirt and softer features.

　　 Nelson blinked, and this sense of disharmony quickly disappeared. It was a terrifying illusion.

"Although I don't know how to cast spells, I will take care of witches." Jonas grabbed Bella's hand and wrapped it with both hands, blinking, "I heard you say that Kris is a little witch, and she will start school this year. Mrs. Cole also said that she likes you very much, so I’ll take her home to play for a few days and show her the books on Gnar’s shelf."

　　Christian walked downstairs, not seeing the kind of violent and sharp beasts when she first saw it. She smiled and nodded at the two of them, "Brother Tom, Brother Nelson."

Nelson stepped forward and touched her head. Tom, with a stiff face and pretending to be a sculpture, couldn't stand the gaze of Christian and Nelson, and reluctantly reached out his hand and tapped her bangs, which was regarded as a greeting. .

"Let’s see if she looks like a little British lady, this is the result of my good teaching." Jonas triumphantly touched Bella’s hand to his mouth and kissed gently, making Bella flushed. He pulled out his hand and slapped his back vigorously. He raised one hand to block, and the other hand wrapped Bella’s waist, showing his white teeth to Nelson and Tom, "You don’t need to pack your boxes, just take them away. Well, five of us will go to the Czech Republic for vacation this summer."

　　 "Nal." Bella suddenly pressed Nelson's hand that reached out to the box, "You can't bring your clothes back without washing them? Isn't it because you want your middle-aged aunt to help you wash the clothes?"

"How come? How can you say that you are middle-aged?" Nelson pressed the handle of the suitcase, and put on a bright smile with eight teeth. "Although you are my aunt, you look no bigger than me. How many."

　　 "Don't teach them something good!" Bella began to slap Jonas on the back again, muttering, "Just let them glib! Glib!"

　　 The cruise ship departed from the port of London, steamed into the North Sea, via the Baltic Sea, landed in Poland, and then turned overland from Poland to the Czech Republic.

　　 Although the United Kingdom is a European country, it is far from the continental shelf after all. The wind and clouds on the European continent seem to be difficult to cross the English Channel and spread here. Only when you really set foot in the hinterland can you smell the tense air that permeates Europe. Take this trip as an example, Poland was filled with a strange joy and optimism. Their troops even stationed in the hinterland of the Czech Republic, riding on the heads of the Czech people, and known as escorting the Polish people traveling to Prague. , Has actually occupied a large area of ​​the neighboring country's territory.

"Uncle, are they really equipped with more than one hundred German armored divisions?" On the train to Prague, Nelson looked at the Polish soldiers who seemed to be incompetent while drinking and bragging, and asked in a low voice, "They It’s different from what I imagined."

"That's why the Poles believe the news in their newspapers." Jonas slept on Bella's shoulders, sipping vodka in small iron bottles sold on the train. "If there are a hundred German armored divisions, they will attack. It shouldn’t be the Czech Republic. They should occupy Germany and the Soviet Union at the same time."

　　 "There won't be so many Polish soldiers in Prague, right?" Christian in the back row asked worriedly.

　　 "I hope that's not the case." Tom next to him squinted his eyes and looked at the alcoholics around him, "Then what are we going to do, they are really disgusting."

"Oh, after half a year, you finally feel sick about something again." Nelson handed Christian a newspaper. "It shouldn't be. You read what they said in the newspaper, "For the long and great friendship with our neighbors, we Commit to not interfering in the internal affairs of the Chexin area after it is recovered.'"

　　 "What about him, no matter who occupied the Czech Republic, what does it have to do with us tourists?"

　　 "Yes, if you want me to say, it will be Poland next."

　　 "Don't forget, you made a prediction last year."

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"So Nelson, do you really predict?" Walburga sat upright next to his brother, with his hands crossed on his knees, like a real lady, who couldn't see that the car was just looking for Tom. With a sense of urgency, she twisted her neck secretly, raised her chin and looked at Tom, "Tom, did Nelson usually make any predictions?"

"No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I only know that he was very good at predicting his own way of death in the prophecy class, and he was imaginative, except this time." Tom lifted his foot and kicked lightly. Kicked Nelson, who was sitting across from the window and his thoughts drifted away, "I ask you, you haven't woken up yet!"

"Huh?" Nelson's consciousness was disturbed by several dreams. He opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say, so he had to lie on the table, buried his face in his arms, and muttered angrily, "I'll give You perform one, Alphad, look at the headline of the Daily Prophet in your hand, listen up."

Alphad sorted out the stacks of newspapers, stacked them on the small table one by one, and placed the relevant news pages upwards. Several people around were all leaning forward to look at the headlines. Christian also couldn't hide his curiosity. Put the book on the chair and stood up.

"Alright? Listen carefully." Nelson's distorted voice squeezed out from under his arms, still weakly, "Germany launched a blitz war against Poland, and the Polish defenses were completely defeated the next day; the new German Muggle army weapons were enough to kill wizards. Residents in Europe, please withdraw to the UK as soon as possible; Poland has broken the French record and has become the fastest defeated country in the world..."

　　 "Really! Really!" Alphad danced excitedly, "You are really a prophet! Nelson! You are really a prophet!"

"Have you read the newspaper before?" Tom was also shocked. He thought that the bet last Christmas was a joke. Even if Germany really played Poland, it was like Nelson said that he was fooled by him. It’s just to stand out from the other 364 people... Who would have thought that Nelson would actually predict it. He looked at the note on the footer of the newspaper, shook his head, and replied, “No, this is the number printed today A batch of special publications that Gnar hadn’t seen before.”