My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Mettle, things are not what you think."

　　 Nelson walked back to the door, leaned against the door, and tried to open the door with his backhand, but found that the door could not be opened.

　　 The sun was shining outside the window, and there were almost no owls left in the house. The only ones left were standing on the shelf and sleeping. He remembered the night when he came here last time.

　　 "Nelson Wiltning Williams." Mettle said slowly. She didn't look at Nelson directly, but just chanted his name softly, in a daze, like a dream.

　　 "Listen to me—" He slightly raised his hands and put them to his shoulders, indicating that he was not malicious.

"Nelson Wiltning," Mettle didn't seem to hear Nelson's name, interrupted him, and continued to gently repeat Nelson's name in her dreamlike tone, her voice echoing in the empty owl room. Inside, extraordinarily ethereal.

Nelson reluctantly put down her hands and dropped her hands on both sides of her body to see what Mettle wanted to do. From the day she almost stepped on Mettle at the Lihen Bookstore before school started, she seemed to have left a psychological shadow on Nelson and was full of fear for him , He always wanted to ask exactly what prejudice Mettle had against him, but she seemed to be reluctant to give a chance to communicate.

"I know you, I know what's going on this time—" Mettle looked sideways at Nelson. She had big brown eyes. They were supposed to be beautiful on her white face, but through the frame On the bridge of the nose, the big glasses that took up half of the face saw them magnified, and it was difficult to look directly at them. Nelson couldn't help but think of Ollivander's magical silver eyes.

　　 "You always thought I was afraid of you?" Mettle asked.

　　 Nelson didn't speak, but just stood there silently. The atmosphere made him puzzled, and he didn't know what medicine was selling in Mettle's gourd.

　　 Seeing that he didn't speak, Mettle slowly spoke again, and the dreaming feeling became stronger, "Actually, I am really afraid of you, but it is far from being afraid."

"Fear and fear feel different-fear keeps me away, fear makes me resist approaching. I fear black magic, fear death, fear can take away everything I have... But I fear the unknown, so in the beginning, I was Afraid of you."

　　 "Then you should be afraid of everything." Nelson couldn't help but speak.

"No, that's different." Mettle slowly shook his head, "It's just a stranger, you, Nelson, you are different, you are a very uncoordinated person, and so strangers are different from the strangers I have met. ."

　　 "Incoordination?" Nelson frowned and asked. He was thinking about when he was seen by Mettle, who happened to suffer from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder...

"It's not what you think..." She seemed to see what Nelson was thinking. "Human coordination is not on the surface. I can see a lot of things that others can't see, like magic...like prophecy. Like...well—"

　　 She can't seem to think of any adjectives for a while.

"Yes! Color!" She slapped her head and jumped off the table. "Color... For example, Professor Dumbledore's color is red, Professor Sykes's color is blue, and your friend Tom Riddle is a blockbuster. Black is mixed with red, and your color...is out of harmony."

　　 She walked towards Nelson, and repeated: "Your color is inconsistent... I guess you might not even know what color you are."

　　 Nelson looked at Mettle, who was approaching him, and felt that this man was talking very naively and grotesquely. He couldn't help but want to step back, his waist was hit by the doorknob.

　　 "hiss—"

"I have never seen such an uncoordinated color, so at first I was afraid of you. Later, Professor Sykes told us that we should never be afraid of the unknown, otherwise it will always be the unknown... and the fear will always be. Exist." She walked to Nelson and stood still, suddenly smiled, and stretched out her right hand. "I think it's funny to play mystery like this. You see, you're already afraid of me, Nelson."

"..." Nelson looked at Mettle suspiciously. The girl in front of him was far from the image of Mettle in his impression. He put his left hand behind and fumbled for the doorknob, and his right hand crawled into his pocket quietly. Magic wand.

　　 "I forgive you for the matter of stepping on me."

　　Metel grabbed his right wrist and lifted it up, holding it with his right hand.

　　...

　　 "Nelson, do you know what Meitel's flower language is?" Walking side by side in the corridor, Meitel took a few steps suddenly, walked up to Nelson and turned to face him, walking with his hands on his back and opening his mouth.

　　 "Mettle?" Nelson was a little confused. Although he was very fond of him, he also felt that Mettle's behavior of comparing himself to a beautiful flower to the person who was talking for the first time was quite outrageous.

　　 "I mean, Myrtle, my name is also a kind of flower name." Mettle explained.

　　 "What is it? Do the purple flowers of a bush exude a fragrance?"

　　 Nelson stopped suddenly, and Mettle turned around and looked at his back. Seeing that there was nothing, he turned around.

　　 He thought of a lonely ghost floating in the bathroom decades later, crying all year round, longing for someone to share the toilet with himself...He tried his best to hide the expression of compassion that he could not restrain himself.

　　 "No, it's weird and mysterious." Seeing that he didn't know anything, Mettle explained, "You see that I behaved weird today, you are scared."

"Uh…"

"But I think my life is too simple and too monotonous. I'm just an ordinary person—not a mystery at all." Mettle said as they walked to the entrance of the Ravenclaw lounge, their tone aggrieved. , "So I think it might be because I'm too ordinary, so everyone doesn't like me very much."

　　 "That's not enough..."

　　Metel suddenly stuck out his tongue at him, ran to Ravenclaw's brass door knocker, quietly answered the question "What is the commonality of zero and one?" and then went into the lounge.

　　 "Nelson, what do you want to do to my students." Familiar voices and words came from behind, and he found himself walking to the door of Professor Sykes.

　　 "Professor Sykes." Nelson stood reflexively, "I really didn't do anything."

　　 "Hmm." Professor Sykes walked away from him.

　　 Watching Professor Sykes leave, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, turning his wand with his left hand, and gently touching the handwriting written on his left hand at noon with the thumb of his right hand, looking at the direction of the Ravenclaw lounge.

　　Metel said that his eyes have the magic of a prophet, so why don't he have it? The plot that I know is much clearer than the obscure hints in the prophecy. The fate of most people has been woven in fairy tales by children’s literature writers—just like this girl with big eyes full of spirituality, early in the scene The revenge story is arranged with the most incomprehensible and most tragic fate...

　　 "I want to change them. My life is a gift from fate, but it can also break through the cage of the giver... Since I am here, it should be different..."

　　 He lowered his head and rubbed his dry eyes.

　　 "Nelson, are you some girl who likes us Ravenclaw?"

　　 Nelson turned his head, it was Dwight of Ravenclaw.

　　 "Why are it always you?" He muttered in his heart, he could only turn his head to explain, "No, Dwight, I just—"

　　 "You are a good person, don't worry, you will be happy!" He hurriedly ran to the door knocker and shouted back, "Nelson! Do you know what zero and one have in common?"

　　 "I don't know!" Nelson yelled loudly without looking back. The young man was still warm-hearted, "Aren't you Ravenclaw the most wise?"

　　 "It's also a kind of wisdom to ask for help from a wiser person!"

　　 Nelson felt that the young man was a little annoying when he lifted the bar, and felt comfortable being licked. He turned around and shrugged at Dwight, and went downstairs "huhhhhhhh".

　　...

　　 "Nelson, you're welcome."

　　 In the afternoon herbal medicine class, Alphad squeezed the pus of Gordy's bulb on Nelson's neckline, and his face became narrow after the mischief succeeded.

　　 "Alphad, you do such a thing—" Nelson moved his **** away from Alphad's side, and UU read www.uukanshu.com slowly and put on dragon leather gloves.

"How is it, what happened in the end?" Alphad urged from the side. He squatted with excitement and interrupted Nelson's speech. Nelson noticed that Tom was sitting next to him peeling the clod of dirt on Godigan. Prick your ears.

　　 "Alphad, when you do this kind of thing, haven't you considered that I will meet Professor Sykes?" Nelson squeezed his face when Tom was unprepared.

　　 "So what?" Alphad didn't care, and started spraying Godigan's pus everywhere.

　　 "Playing with herbs, Slytherin deducts five points."

　　 Before Alphad’s face collapsed, he heard Nelson say quietly.

　　 "Mrs. Sykes told me to ask you to copy the third chapter of the spell learning textbook once, as a punishment for copying homework...she hopes to see your copy when I see you tonight."

Alphad’s face completely collapsed, his squatting feet seemed to be numb, and he sat on the ground with inertia, lying on the pile of leftover rhizomes from his classmates, covered in mucus, watching him funny With a bitter melon face that looked like a war criminal, Tom, who was peeling the soil beside him, couldn't help but laugh. The strength of his hand was uncontrollable, and another pus was sprayed on Alphad's face.

　　 "Playing with herbs again, Slytherin buckles ten points."

　　 "Hahahahaha!" Tom threw the Godigan in his hand back to the ground, ignoring his own image, laughing.

　　 The classmates around heard the noise here and didn't know what was going on. They looked at them one after another, and saw Alphad lying on the ground unlovable, roaring with laughter, and the flower shed was full of happiness.

　　 "There is noisy in class, Slytherin and Hufflepuff each deduct 10 points." Dean Hufflepuff's voice was drowned in laughter.