My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"I'm so thirsty, I'm so thirsty... my head hurts."

Early the next morning after the game, Ludwig woke up slowly on the hospital bed. He felt a burning pain in his throat like a needle prick, and even his voice became hoarse. The sharp pain that was about to explode suddenly hit, covering up the pain in the throat.

A glass of ice water was handed to his mouth, and Ludwig felt the coldness coming from the water glass, so he hurried up and swallowed the liquid in his mouth forcefully, taking only one sip, Ludwig felt a little strange, mint An ice-cold feeling pervades the mouth, with a little taste of rust.

"Ahem, what is this...?" he asked, sucking in the water he craved most.

Under the stimulation of "ice water", Ludwig felt that his headache symptoms were much better, but after opening his eyes, there was still darkness in front of him, which made his body tremble unconsciously. The last scene he saw in his memory , is a black light beam that engulfs itself.

"This is blood, the blood of a horned eagle," a clear male voice sounded beside him, "It also contains fresh spirit, don't worry, these are all things that are helpful for your recovery."

"Blood?" Ludwig was stunned for a moment. The act of sucking blood made him have some bad associations. Then he raised his neck, raised his weak hands to grab his throat, and retched disgustingly. "Why are you giving me blood? Who are you? Where is Professor Sigmund?"

"Good question, Kant," Ludwig only felt his eyes light up, as if something shining brightly was swaying in front of his eyes. He only felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while. , the voice continued, "Do you remember what happened before?"

"Before?" Ludwig spoke quickly, "The Triwizard Tournament, the dagger, and the devil's net... yes! And the damn ax, the ax... Tom Riddle! He used a Black magic has attacked me!"

"It seems that you are not stupid," the voice said with some satisfaction, "Your bat has protected you, Kant, it is the one that is hurt the most now, but even Dumbledore can't take it from you when you are unconscious. The blood of the horned eagle is mainly used to treat it, and your injury is not very serious."

"Yeah……"

Ludwig's eyes had no focus, and he lay on the bed panting like a broken bellows.

"As for what you said about Tom Riddle attacking you, I can explain it," Ludwig felt the light source in front of him condense a little, and the voice became more familiar, "He was trying to save you, if it wasn't for him, Now you can put some onions on the bread and eat it."

"I'm not a pork loaf...so why can't I see it?"

"You still can't see? Maybe it's because I forcibly took your soul elsewhere without your permission? As a result, you are a little uncomfortable with yourself now? Let me think..."

Ludwig felt his eyelids being pulled open, and a few drops of clear liquid fell on the eyeballs. The icy feeling flowed from the eyeballs to the limbs. The eyeballs felt relaxed for a while, and the pain of the headache was also relieved. He blinked , saw an unexpected person.

Nelson, familiar blonde hair, and a pair of deep black eyes.

Ludwig felt his heart tighten, but the discomfort quickly disappeared. He blinked and found that Nelson's eyes had turned the familiar blue again.

"Dizzy...Wildening, why are you here?"

"Good question." Nelson was sitting on a small chair next to Ludwig's bed, with a green book upside down on his lap, "Of course it's because I'm taking care of you, waiting for you to wake up."

"Why……"

"Because this is the first time you can express your gratitude to me, Mr. Kant. I regret to tell you that I saved your life." Nelson was tightening the cap of a small bottle when he noticed that Ludwig turned his head to himself , then stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Is your headache better? You should be able to see me now."

"Thank you." Ludwig snorted.

"Don't be so busy thanking you," Nelson put the vial in his pocket, took out another Galleon and clipped it in the middle of the page, and closed the book, "I need you to do something."

Nelson explained in detail how he and Tom saved Ludwig. Soon, after Ludwig listened in a daze, he realized that Tom's last act actually saved his life. He sighed. Said: "In fact, he can use that magic to pass the test... What's more, your mist can go straight to the soul. I always thought it was a magic to transfer space. In the first test, I even Are you not qualified to use it?"

Ludwig suddenly became depressed again. As a seriously injured person, he has the right to be moody.

"Do you want me to tell the organizing committee that Riddle is trying to save me?" Ludwig said, "Can you pour me another glass of water?"

"Miss Joy said that you can only drink so much when you wake up."

"Okay...so Professor Dumbledore asked you to stay here for this reason?" Ludwig was not stupid, after thinking about it for a while, he understood why there were only two people in this empty ward , He thought that his savior might be being questioned by the organizing committee. Regardless of his injuries, he clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely not frame the savior."

"Thank you," Nelson nodded. "Although the organizing committee believes that Tom's motive is to save lives, it will be more credible if there is an explanation from you, the person involved."

"I understand." Ludwig nodded, but quickly frowned. As a person with a headache, it was still too much effort to do this. He even felt his brain dangling inside his skull. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Maybe you can keep it secret for me. After all, not many people know about me."

"I see."

Ludwig propped his arms on the mattress and wanted to sit up. He lowered his head and saw the new pink skin on the cuffs of the hospital gown, and he couldn't help but be amazed, "The school doctor in your school is much better than our school. "

"Is there a specialization in surgery?" Nelson hurriedly reached out to help, "Miss Joy specializes in repairing the human body, and she has completely 'repaired' you."

When approaching, Nelson suddenly moved closer to Ludwig's ear.

Ludwig froze for a moment, and sat up with Nelson's support.

"I'll thank her personally," Ludwig said, after a short breath, "do you know where my wand is?"

Nelson took out a charred wand from the bedside table, and handed it to Ludwig. He took the wand, fondled the scorched marks on it lovingly, and found that it couldn't be wiped off, with a distressed expression on his face.

"I checked it, and it doesn't affect the use. If you need it, I can ask Ollivander to help you fix it, and I will pay for it."

"No need, the scar is the medal of the wand," Ludwig shook his head, raised his wand, and aimed it at his temple, "I will keep my secrets about your affairs, of course, before forgetting all this, please Allow me to express my thanks to you."

Nelson watched with a complicated expression as Ludwig pulled a wisp of silver mist out of his temple and stuffed it into the vial that Nelson handed him in time. He capped the vial and gave it to Nelson.

"There's no need for this, in fact, there are still people who know about it..."

"What did you say? No need for anything?"

"It's nothing." Nelson shook his head, stood up, picked up the green book, and walked towards the door, "Take a good rest, I hope you recover soon, I look forward to seeing you in the duel field, Kant."

Ludwig looked a little confused, and nodded blankly.

"By the way, Qingxinling has a strong repairing effect on soul injuries. It can also be used to treat headaches, but it will make the body extremely sensitive."

Nelson's voice sounded from outside the door, and then, with a bang, the door closed. Ludwig suddenly felt the itching and pain all over his body that had been covered by the headache before. He fell powerlessly on the bed and lost everything. strength.

"It hurts, can't you win with such pain? Sure enough, I'm only fit to be beaten..."

Nelson locked the door, took the key to find Mrs. Joy, and said to himself as he walked, "Speaking of which, where did Christian go?"

...

Of course, Tom was not questioned by the organizing committee. They only asked him to submit a written statement explaining the situation before the start of the third round. And who would blame a warrior who was heartbroken for not saving his opponent completely?

The strange thing is that Durmstrang didn’t say anything either. Officials from the governments of the three countries turned over this article amidst the small and small things, and announced the results of the second round of the competition in time— —The ranking is exactly the same as the first round.

But Tom, the person involved, didn't see his results immediately. He was indeed being questioned, but he was in Dumbledore's office. After cross-examination by several headmasters, the questioning at this moment had come to an end.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," the office was dark, only a few candles on the table and Fox's nest were lit, Dumbledore stood behind Tom, facing the headmaster's wall, Slytherin's old voice rang, "Where did you learn that enchantment?"

"Professor, what is the magic spell?"

Tom responded neither humble nor overbearing, since he couldn't see which principal it was, he could only address the questioner as "Professor".

"Disintegration curse."

Slytherin could clearly see Tom's face illuminated by the candlelight. He carefully observed the person in front of him who was said to be his descendant, and thought to himself, "It really has the demeanor of the old man."

"Professor, is this important?"

"This is very important. It determines whether you have learned black magic from unknown sources without permission." Dumbledore put his hand on Tom's shoulder and squeezed it hard, "Don't worry, Tom."

"Well," Tom nodded, although it was useless to see, he had already guessed the identity of the questioner, and said calmly, "The source of my knowledge is Salazar Slytherin, and I learned from the secret room he left Several spellbooks were found in the book, from which the spell originated."

"Are you sure?" Slytherin raised his voice.

"I'm sure, Professor."

Slytherin was silent for a long time, until Phineas broke the silence.

"We'll check."

"Okay, Professor."

"If you have nothing else to say, you can go first."

Tom turned his head and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded and sent Tom out of the office.

"Lord Slytherin, you left behind such powerful magic!" The moment the office door was closed, all the lights were turned on, Phineas leaned close to Slytherin's picture frame, and said enthusiastically, "Looking at the replay of Albus, I can understand that this kind of magic can only be created by you!"

"It's not my magic," said Slytherin flatly.

"What?" Phineas exclaimed, "is that kid lying?"

"No," Slytherin continued after a moment's silence, "but I did record the spell, but I didn't think he could learn it... I was just curious."

"What?"

"Why is my descendant named Riddle?"

"Riddle is his father's surname, and his matriarchal family is your direct descendant, and his surname is Gunter." A principal in the lower position said, holding a roster in his hand.

"Does it make any difference?" Slytherin asked, "Why aren't they named Slytherin?"

"..."

There was an awkward silence in the office until Fox hiccupped.

"Master Slytherin, if you don't mind it," Phineas rubbed his hands, leaning against Slytherin's picture frame, and said, "I can change my grandson's surname to Slytherin."

"..."

Phineas may be the most powerful wizard in the world, and he needs only one word to silence the proud Salazar Slytherin.

"Papa papa—"

There was sparse applause in the office.

...

"Tom, don't worry," Dumbledore led Tom towards the infirmary, "There will be casualties in almost every Triwizard Tournament, not to mention Mr. Kant's life is not in danger."

"Professor, I'm not worried," Tom nodded, "you are here."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, smiled silently, and wanted to reach out and rub Tom's hair, but finally held back.

"It should be notified in a few days, so it doesn't matter if I tell you first," Dumbledore said after pondering for a moment, "The content of the last round is a duel, so I shouldn't have to ask who your dueling assistant is. Don't worry, it was forcibly recruited."

"Will this be a waste of Gnar's time?"

"How could it be? It's a big event."

"I mean, let him sit on the bench and watch me play," Tom mused, "but it's also good to be closer to the field, and the visual experience will be better."

Dumbledore laughed, and the two walked quickly to the infirmary, and saw Nelson coming around the corner.

Dumbledore waved to him, and said goodbye to Tom with a low voice, "You can discuss Nelson's viewing angle."