My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nal, let's get ready to go." In the evening, Nelson's door was pushed open again. He leaned tiredly on the chair. In front of him was an unfolded magazine. On the table were some books, broom models, and magazines. , Crystal ball and other gadgets, and a pile of dismantled boxes. He spent the whole afternoon preparing for the battle that might happen in the evening, and took time to open the Christmas presents sent to him by his classmates.

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

　　 "Tom? You dress like this to go out?" Nelson held his forehead somewhat speechlessly. Tom was wearing a wizard robe with a wand in his hand. "Are you afraid that others won't tell you that you are a wizard?"

　　 "What's the matter?" Tom shrugged, noncommittal, "Anyway, there is no heald on the wand, so what can we do with the magic in front of those Muggles?"

"You didn't even look at the books you bought yourself?" Nelson pointed to the cartoons spread out on the table. "Aliens know that they wear a pair of glasses to cover their faces. If you see too many Muggles cast by wizards, the magic will last. The Ministry will also find out on your head. You should dress like me so that you can run faster if you get beaten."

　　 "Okay." Tom glanced at Nelson, who was wearing a pair of overalls and a gray linen blouse, nodded in response, turned and went out, "I'll change my clothes, and we'll set off when I get back."

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

　　 "Huh?" Tom turned his head, listening.

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

　　 "..." Tom rolled his eyes, "I think I want to hit the back of your head with it now."

　　 "Well, just kidding." Nelson leaned it against the table and called Tom, who turned to leave, "Wait a minute."

　　 Tom stopped in place, turned his ears, and didn't look back.

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

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

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"So the way you look for prey is to stand on the street and try your luck?" Nelson complained, standing in the middle of a crossroad two blocks away from home. It seemed that there used to be a military camp. He put a black windbreaker over his blouse and wrapped it tightly, stomping his feet on the ground, "If I knew it was so cold tonight, I would Wear cotton clothes."

"Don't worry, it will be done right away." Tom stood by and wore a trench coat of the same style—the two of them are close in shape. When Bella buys clothes, he always buys two of the same, and then embroidered "N" on the cuffs. To distinguish it from the "T" (Nelson: NT combination? This sounds too stupid!), London is extremely dark in December, and there are no street lights, neon signs or full of overtime programmers on the road. The brightly lit building, so it is also exceptionally dark. The two people covered in their clothes even blend in with the night. It's a pity that Tom's pale face and Nelson's pale blond hair are still a bit conspicuous. Tom looked at him with his body. Shaking hair glanced, "There is one thing to say, in this case, black people will still have some environmental advantages. Besides, didn't you let me wear more clothes? Why did I get cold by myself."

"This is called survival of the fittest..." Nelson said as his voice became quieter, he took out the warm hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, held his wand tightly, and put on a fighting posture. He heard the upload from the street. There was a sound of "Xi Xi Suo Suo", this sound seemed to be composed of countless messy sounds, and it did not only originate from a certain direction, but from all directions, not only from a certain distance, but from a certain distance. Far and near—Nelson stopped his words, and tried to identify in the evening breeze the sound that would make you feel irritable or even manic. This is the sound of countless scales sliding and rubbing on the hard ground!

　　 "Tom!" Nelson shouted, "Be careful, it shakes people!"

　　 "Don't worry," Tom stood by with a relaxed face like a bear with outstretched hands, "I called them."

The sour rubbing sound became louder, and the ground nearby had begun to twist like alive, shimmering with black light. As the sound grew louder, the four streets connected by the intersection were like tides. Generally twisted!

　　 "Fluorescence flashes!" Nelson couldn't help but light up the light and pointed his wand at the ground. He saw large and small snakes crawling in all directions, entangled with each other.

"Snakesman is more than just being able to talk to snakes... it's a natural magic, not a foreign language." Tom raised his chin at Nelson triumphantly, and he withdrew his gaze. Then he drew his wand and raised it to his side. , The black that is stronger than the night is condensed around him-this black is deeper than all the blacks Nelson has seen. The light captured by it is not reflected or escaped at all, they are gathered into a puff of black smoke. Surrounded by Tom's legs, he maintained this posture like the savior in a church mural, and his body slowly floated.

Tom floated about one meter above the ground, looking down like a king looking down at his own people, looking down at the snakes that have been surrounded by layers of layers. The snakes kept a distance from the two of them, leaving a standard two square feet. The ellipse drawn by the human as the focal point, the group of snakes raised their heads high, spit out the letter, 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 fell silent. Only the sound of the wind remained in the night. Tom’s lips did not move much, but there was a nasty, as if The low, snake-like roar that squeezed out from the eyes of the throat, the "hissing" sound was very soft, but it spread far.

　　 As soon as Tom’s voice fell, the snakes seemed to have received some order, like an army of orders and prohibitions, scattered and hidden into the corners and darkness of the night streets at an alarming speed, creating a scene of the tide receding.

　　 Nelson relaxed his body, lowered his arms clenching his wand, stretched his shoulders sore from tension, and looked at Tom who had already landed on the side.

"Where did you find so many snakes?" Nelson shivered, and occasionally the sound of scales rubbing and the "hissing" of sending letters could be heard in the distance. "There are hundreds or thousands of snakes. Right? Are there so many snakes in London?"

"Snakes are widely distributed animals." Tom opened the buttons of his trench coat and put his hands in the pockets of Nelson's overalls, pacing 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 large amount of domestic waste is produced every day and the sewer system is intricate."

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

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

　　 "I see, then how do they find that snake?"

"The difference between a snake and a snake is very big." The complacency on Tom's face grew stronger and stronger. "Mr. Encyclopedia, I am extremely honored to be able to add a fortune to you-it is no different for such a huge python to enter the West City. When a three-meter-tall giant came to London, it was more conspicuous than the moon at night!"

"Have you noticed that a large part of the group of snakes are going to the same place?" Tom stepped onto one of the streets connected by the intersection. He looked up at the sky. "But the moon in London at night is not very conspicuous. ."

"I didn't find it. Seriously, I didn't watch it at all." Nelson wrapped his trench coat tightly and followed Tom. "Although I am a Slytherin student, I really don't like snakes. I don't like this kind of thing. Slimy twisted and twisted striped creatures, not to mention hundreds of them rushing to me and tangling each other..."

"Oh, Nar, I think you have a stereotype of snakes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" 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 take them. Confused with a caterpillar, look at it, how cute is it?"

　　 "You are a man of the magic sect!" Nelson flashed a step back, "Take it away!"

"Haha," Tom played with the little snake in his hand, leaned his hand on his mouth and said something in a snake-like voice, bent over and placed it in the grass on the side of the roadside barbed wire. He turned around with a playful intimidation. To Nelson, "I hope you can slowly accept the life of a snake lying on your pillow every morning when you wake up."

　　 "Tom!" Nelson pointed his wand out fiercely.

　　 "Hey, there is no need to be so excited..." Tom casually put his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, "I won't let you put a snake in your bed..."

　　 "Bone to pieces!"

　　 "There are so many obstacles!"

　　 At the moment when Tom shot the Smashing Curse with his backhand, Nelson's Obstacle Curse had wiped Tom's face and flew towards the **** snake that was leaping towards Tom in the night.

　　 "It's really not a simple beast, it flashes fluorescent light." Tom ran to Nelson's side quickly, turned around and raised his bright wand to stand with him, "It will even sneak attack."

"Our spell doesn't seem to hurt it." Nelson frowned. Tom's smashing spell hit the ground and raised a lot of smoke. In the smoke, the light from Tom's wand seemed to illuminate a huge A beautiful, oppressive figure.

At a height of more than two meters above the ground, a pair of shining green eyes were watching them faintly. The green vertical pupils slowly expanded into a heart-palpitating circle, and the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, which was not really true. The huge figure became clearer, and its ready-to-go posture gradually came into the eyes of the two.