My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Gal, let's get ready to go." In the evening, the door of Nelson's room was pushed open again, and he leaned on a chair tiredly, with a magazine spread out in front of him, and some books, broom models, and magazines were placed on the table. , crystal balls and other gadgets, and a bunch of disassembled boxes. He spent the whole afternoon preparing for the possible battle in the evening, and in his busy schedule, he unwrapped the Christmas presents sent to him by his classmates.

Nelson heard the noise and looked at Tom standing at the door.

"Tom? Are you going out dressed like this?" Nelson held his forehead speechlessly. Tom was wearing a wizard robe and held a wand in his hand. "Are you afraid that others will not see that you are a wizard?"

"What's the point?" Tom shrugged, noncommittal, "Anyway, there is no heald on the wand, so what if we cast magic in front of those Muggles?"

"Don't you even read the books you bought yourself?" Nelson pointed to the comics spread out on the table, "Aliens know to wear a pair of glasses to cover their faces. The Ministry will also check your head. You should dress like me, so that you can run faster if you are beaten."

"Okay." Tom glanced at Nelson, who was wearing a pair of overalls and a gray linen blouse, nodded in response, and turned around to leave the door. "I'll go and change, and we'll set off when I come back."

"Well," Nelson replied, calling out to Tom as he was about to walk out the door. "Wait, Tom."

"Huh?" Tom turned his head, as if listening.

"Do you think I should take this?" Nelson picked up the cane leaning on the table and waved it a few times. "If there is an occasion where you need to hit someone with a blunt object on the back of the head, I think it will be very suitable. .”

"…" Tom rolled his eyes, "I think I want to hit you in the back of the head with it right now."

"Okay, just kidding." Nelson leaned it against the table, and stopped Tom, who was about to turn around, "wait a minute."

Tom stopped where he was, turned his ear, and didn't look back.

"Thank you for the comic, I like this gift very much." Nelson picked up a few "Action Comics" on the table, and smiled, "Wear thicker, it's a bit cold tonight."

"Oh, I don't know how you like to watch this." Tom said dryly, walked away quickly without looking back, closed the door, and an unintelligible sentence floated in the corridor, "As long as you like it."

...

"So the way you hunt for prey is to stand on the street and try your luck?" Nelson complained standing in the middle of an intersection two blocks away from his home. There are large and small holes in the stretching barbed wire. He put on a black windbreaker over his blouse, and now he wrapped it a little tighter, stomping his feet on the ground, "If I had known it was so cold tonight, I would have Wear cotton clothes."

"Don't worry, it will be ready soon." Tom stood beside him, wearing a trench coat of the same style - the two were of similar stature, and when Bella bought clothes, she would always buy two identical ones, and then embroider "N" on the cuffs. " and "T" to distinguish (Nelson: NT combination? This sounds too stupid!), London in December is dark very early, and there are no street lights, neon signs or overtime programmers on the road The building is brightly lit, so it is extraordinarily dark, and the two people covered in clothes even blend into the night, but it's a pity that Tom's pale face and Nelson's pale blond hair are still a bit conspicuous. Tom sized him up and followed his body They glanced at the trembling hair together, "One thing to say, in this case, black people will still have some advantages in the environment. Besides, didn't you ask me to wear more? Why did I get cold?"

"This is called survival of the fittest..." Nelson said in a low voice. He took out his warm hand from the windbreaker pocket, held his wand tightly, and put on a fighting posture. He heard the street There was a sound of "Xi Xi Suo Suo", which seemed to be composed of countless chaotic sounds, and it did not only come from a certain direction, but from all directions, and not only from a certain distance, but from all directions. Far and near——Nelson stopped his words, and tried hard to recognize the irritated and even manic voice in the evening wind. It was the sound made by countless scales sliding and rubbing against the hard ground!

"Tom!" Nelson yelled. "Be careful, he's shaking you!"

"Don't worry," Tom stood aside with a relaxed face like a bear cub, "I called them."

The tooth-piercing rubbing sound became louder, and the nearby ground began to writhe as if it had come to life, flickering black light, and as the sound grew louder, the four streets connected by the intersection were like tides Generally twist up!

"Fluorescent flashes!" Nelson couldn't help but light up the light, and stretched out his wand to point to the ground. He saw snakes of all sizes entangled with each other crawling from all directions.

"Parseltongue is more than just being able to talk to snakes...it's a kind of innate magic, not a foreign language." Tom lifted his chin at Nelson triumphantly, and he looked away before pulling out his wand and holding it flat on his side On the other side, blacker than the night is condensed around him—this blackness is deeper than all the blacks Nelson has ever seen, and the light captured by it does not reflect or escape in the slightest, they converge into a turbulent Black smoke surrounded Tom's legs, and he maintained the posture of the savior in a church mural, and his body slowly floated up.

Floating about one meter above the ground, Tom looked down on the snakes that surrounded him like a king looking down on his subjects. The snakes kept a distance from the two, leaving a standard two The ellipse drawn by people as the focal point, the group of snakes raised their heads high, spit out letters, and looked up at Tom.

Tom looked around without a trace of emotion, the red light in his eyes was particularly conspicuous in the night, the snakes suddenly quieted down, only the sound of the wind remained in the night, Tom's lips didn't move much, but let out an unpleasant, as if Squeezed out of the throat, a low, snake-like roar, the strange "hissing" sound was very soft, but it spread far.

As soon as Tom finished speaking, the group of snakes seemed to have received some order. Like a forbidden army, they scattered at an alarming speed and disappeared into the corners and darkness of the night street, creating a scene of receding tide.

Nelson relaxed his body, lowered his arm gripping his wand, stretched his sore shoulders from tension, and looked at Tom who had landed aside.

"Where did you find so many snakes?" Nelson shuddered, and occasionally the sound of scales rubbing against each other and the sound of "hissing" vomited letters could be heard in the distance, "There are probably hundreds or thousands of snakes Are there so many snakes in London?"

"Snakes are widely distributed animals." Tom opened the buttons of his windbreaker, put his hands in the pockets of Nelson's overalls, and paced back and forth in the middle of the road, "Where do we need snakes in London? There are so many snakes in West Side Especially in a humid city like London, where a lot of domestic waste is produced every day and the sewer system is intricate."

"Do snakes eat household garbage?" Nelson was a little curious. He knew that lions, eagles or badgers should not have the habit of eating garbage.

"?" A big question mark appeared on Tom's head. He resisted the urge to hit Nelson on the back of the head with a cane, and explained, "Rats eat household garbage, so there are many rats in London, and snakes eat rats. So there are a lot of snakes in London."

"I see, so how are they going to find the snake?"

"There's a big difference between a snake and a snake." Tom's face became more and more smug, "Mr. Encyclopedia, I'm really honored to be able to add something to you - a giant python of this size has entered the West City. Unlike a giant three meters tall coming to London, it is more conspicuous than the moon at night!"

"Did you find that a large part of the snakes are going to the same place?" Tom stepped onto one of the streets connected by the intersection, and he looked up at the sky, "But the moon in London at night is not very conspicuous. .”

"I didn't find out, to be honest, I didn't watch it at all." Nelson wrapped his windbreaker tightly again and followed Tom, "Although I am a student of Slytherin, I really don't like snakes. I don't like this kind of snakes at all." Slimy, twisted strips of creatures, not to mention hundreds of them swarming up to me and tangling each other..."

"Oh, Nel, I think you have a stereotype of snakes." Tom bent down and picked up a small green snake from the ground, wrapped it around his index finger, and handed it to Nelson, "You can't confuse them with caterpillars, you see How cute is it?"

"You are a member of the Demon Cult!" Nelson jumped back as if flashing, "Take it away!"

"Haha," Tom played with the little snake in his hand, and murmured a few words in Parseltongue with his hand close to his mouth, bent down and placed it in the grass among the barbed wire fence by the side of the road, he turned around with a threatening expression on his playful face Nelson said, "I hope you can slowly accept the life of waking up every morning to find a snake on your pillow."

"Tom!" Nelson pointed fiercely, drawing out his wand.

"Hey, there's no need to be so excited..." Tom put his hands in the pocket of the windbreaker casually, "I'll put a snake in your bed..."

"Bones to pieces!"

"There are many obstacles!"

The moment Tom backhanded the shattering curse, Nelson's obstacle curse had already wiped Tom's face and flew towards the big black snake that was pounced on Tom in the night.

"It's really not a simple beast, with fluorescent lights." Tom quickly ran to Nelson's side, turned around and raised his lit wand to stand with him, "It's still sneak attacking."

"Our spell didn't seem to hurt it." Nelson frowned. Tom's shattering spell hit the ground, raising a lot of smoke and dust. Among the smoke, the light from Tom's wand seemed to illuminate a huge A figure full of oppression.

At a height of more than two meters from the ground, a pair of green eyes were looking at them faintly. The green vertical pupils gradually expanded into a heart-stopping circle, and the smoke and dust gradually dispersed. It was impossible to see clearly at first. The huge figure became more and more clear, and its posture ready to go gradually came into the eyes of the two of them.

Typos, wrong sentences, and logical errors in the first twenty-eight chapters have been corrected.

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