My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 Soon, there was an intense discussion around the topic just now in the compartment, so intense that even the protagonist of the topic was forgotten. Nelson rested on Alphad's shoulder and closed his eyes groggyly.

When he woke up again, the window was already white. The soft sunlight in September hit his face through the thick white mist outside the window, but it was a bit dazzling. He raised his arm to cover his face with the palm of his hand. With the overcoat covering her body, she slid down onto the ground full of newspaper scraps.

He raised his neck and found himself lying on a bench, leaning to reach the coat that fell on the ground, but one hand holding the book picked it up first, and that hand handed the book to the other. I took up my coat and shook my arms twice, slapped the paper scraps and dust on it with a book.

"you're awake?"

"Hmm? Tom...are you here?" Nelson raised his head and sat up against the table. The kitten lying on his stomach let out a milky anger, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of falling to the ground with his coat. Nelson saw Tom looking at him expressionlessly on the opposite side. Christian next to him rubbed his sleepy eyes, tilted his head and leaned on Tom's shoulder, looking like he had just been awakened by the action of picking up clothes. He was holding back the kitten. Scratching it by the back of its neck, shut it in a cage, and threw it into a high-grade magic dried fish that was bought in Diagon Alley and said to be one centimeter long by eating one, so that it settled down— Although it has really eaten a lot in the past year, it has not grown a bit, and it is still such a small one.

"Not yet." Tom put his coat on Christian's shoulder, who was resting his eyes closed, and spread the book on the table, turning his head and looking out the white window, "Seriously, you Isn't this really magic?"

　　 "How many times have I said it, it's just that there is a lot of fog in Britain." Nelson leaned against the window, holding his face with both hands, tapping his temples with two index fingers, and asked vaguely, "Are they gone?"

"Yeah." Tom closed the book again and shook his shoulders, seeming to feel uncomfortable sitting, so he helped Christian's arm to sit upright, then stood up and carefully helped her to lie down on the bench and pick it up for her. He put the hat and the book under her head, and tucked the coat over her body for her, walked across to sit next to Nelson, "They see you fall asleep again. I'm gone, what's wrong with you, you can't sleep well all the way, and you have words. Is this also a kind of prophecy?"

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

　　 "Then what were you prophesying when you just slept?" Tom seemed to be convinced that Nelson had the ability to predict. The dozing Christian also stood up and looked curiously here.

"I don't know." Nelson continued tapping his forehead with a painful expression. "I feel like I had a dream, but I don't know what I dreamed of, but it should be a nightmare. I feel like I have lost something very important... What's more uncomfortable is that my forehead really hurts a bit."

　　 "Uh..." Tom covered his mouth, unable to see his expression, and squeezed a sentence between his fingers, "That may be because Alphad smashed your head with a pile of cockroaches."

　　"..."

"We'll be at Hogwarts in twenty minutes, Christian, you can put on your wizard's robe." Tom looked up at the clock on the top of the window and took Nelson to the corridor outside the cubicle. I took the door of the compartment with my hand. At this moment, there were a lot of people coming and going in the corridor. Nelson and Tom stood still in the corridor, watching the mist that faded outside the window, and they were walking in a hurry. People say hello.

　　 "I don't know why, I always think we should have a cigarette in this time."

　　 "?" Tom turned his head and looked at Nelson, who was taking out a silver lighter to play with with his wand in his mouth. "What are you doing?"

　　 "It's nothing, I just touched the scene." Nelson took off his wand, turned to face Tom, smiled awkwardly, and suddenly hit him on his back.

"Hug... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The person who came to apologize repeatedly. Nelson turned around and saw Meitel, who was wearing a Muggle jeans and holding a bag. She did not wear glasses and looked much better, but her hair was messy. Yes, the clothes are dirty.

　　 "What's the matter with you?" Nelson supported Mettle, who was about to fall. Tom frowned and took a step back and handed over a tissue. "Aren't you changing your clothes? The train is coming soon."

"Hug... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Metel just kept apologizing, squinting his eyes and lowering his head, unlike the girl in the owl room on the roof of the Ravenclaw Tower. "I...I just can't find it. My clothes are gone, but...someone may accidentally take them by mistake."

"Who could get it wrong, Mettle? You will always be the only one in your cubicle." A Ravenclaw girl whose name Nelson couldn't remember passed by with her schoolbag, and walked to stand beside the three of them. He flicked the broken hair from the temples behind his ears, changed his tone and greeted softly, "Hello, classmate Riddle, classmate Williams."

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

"Avery." Tom suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked a passing boy like a person out of the air. He pressed Avery's shoulder to smooth the wrinkles on the back of the wizard's robe and smiled. Say hello, "I haven't seen you during a holiday, you have grown a lot taller."

"Yes, yes!" Avery blushed and nodded. A group of students with him surrounded him and greeted them enthusiastically. Nelson looked around, mostly from Tom's small club. It seems that apart from studying, he has not left his own job as a socialite.

Tom nodded and said casually, "Oh, by the way, did any of you see anyone who took Mettle's clothes? Why don't you help her find it? You know, I can't rub the sand in my eyes. Can't get used to this kind of thing."

"Okay!" Avery waved his fists indignantly, as if he was being bullied. The crowd dispersed, leaving Metel standing there. The Ravenclaw girl didn't know anything. Time to leave.

　　 "They didn't bully me." Mettle lowered his head, unable to see his expression, "This is just a joke, I... I also like to play with everyone."

　　...

"We finally experienced the feeling of coming to the restaurant in advance and waiting." Alphad stretched his arms comfortably on the long table of Slytherin, probably because the president of the student council Miranda Gosak graduated. Compared to last year, this long table is messy.

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

"Who knows the captain of Gryffindor, that McGonagall caught the Golden Snitch in the first 20 minutes." Alphad put on a "Hi, so angry" and said with crossed hands, "I always thought of the second grade. Students not being able to participate in the Quidditch team is an injustice to a genius like me. Let’s see how I led the team to cut the Academy Cup this year."

"Nelson, can you help me make a prediction?" He turned his head and shook Nelson's arm, pleading, "Be a prediction that I will be picked by the Quidditch team this year and sweep all the enemies...Anyway, Gryffindor's The captain won't fight this year."

"Can this thing be customizable?" Nelson didn't even hear Alphad's request. He shook his arm and watched the group of nervous children walking through the entrance of the auditorium, led by Aberforth. Thinking of the same for himself last year, he smiled knowingly, feeling his sore shoulders, and looking at his friends around him, he felt that Slytherin was not a bad choice. After all, no one knew before making a choice. The result is good or bad, isn't it? Wait, shoulder pain? Nelson turned his head, withdrew his arm and said perfunctorily, "You will bring your talent to the Quidditch event."

"Really? That's great!" Alphad embraced 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. It only took a while. For a while, Bufors took the freshmen to the table with the four-corner stool and the sorting hat, Alphad had already booked no less than 20 prophetic consultations for Nelson.

"Should she come to Slytherin?" Tom took out a brand new newsboy hat embroidered with the Slytherin emblem from his pocket. It turned so fast that he was nervous, so Nelson took Alphad away. With the hand on his shoulder, staring intently at the sorting ceremony. Christian Juvier came last, UU reading www.uukānshu. com, so the two people at the table waited more and more anxiously.

　　 "Which college do you think he will be assigned to?" Alphad poked Nelson's arm, and the sorting went to the middle stage, and Aberfors shouted, holding the list, "Alastor Moody!"

　　 "Gryffindor."

　　 "Gryffindor!"

　　 Nelson's response and the cry of the Sorting Hat fell almost at the same time, and Alphad's cry soon sounded, "See it! He will really predict!"

"Christian Jewell!" Soon, the list on the parchment in Aberfors's hand was read to the end. He rolled up the parchment, and did not walk to the faculty desk. The people in the auditorium stared at "Professor Dumbledore. "Walking to the Slytherin table, he stood beside Nelson, bent down, and whispered, "Come out with me, can you?"

　　 "But professor, Chris—"

　　 "Things are a bit urgent, come on." Aberfors grabbed Nelson by the arm and pulled him up without a word. "Where is Tom, isn't it?"

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

　　 "Nelson..."

　　 "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Wait, listen to the branch first." When he walked to the door, Aberfors was a little vague. Nelson turned to look at the center of the auditorium, just in time to see Tom standing up with his hat and Christian stiffening on the stage. , And the unexpected shout of the Sorting Hat:

　　 "Gryffindor!!!"

"Listen to me, Nelson. You need to go home, and now you can catch the train going back, and I will send you back." Aberforth's voice rang in Nelson's ears, "I just told the station. They will wait fifteen minutes."