My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Listen to me, question mark, I really didn't see you lying on my head this morning!"

"Meow!"

"Really, it's because I'm so tired!" Nelson's shout passed through the soundproof door of the dormitory, and echoed in the Slytherin lounge. There were only a few people hiding in the empty lounge. The house elf was sweeping in the corner, and Nelson's shout even made the flames in the fireplace a lot stronger, "Otherwise I will definitely feel the weight on my face!"

"No! I didn't mean you were heavy at all. You are too light. I discussed with Metel the day before yesterday to give you an extra meal!"

The flames in the lounge danced leisurely, enjoying this moment of peace, when suddenly, an uninvited guest broke in.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

An elf who was standing next to the fire with a fork and stabbing firewood saw the figure appearing from behind the opened door, shaking his neck and was about to hit the fireplace: "I'm so sorry! I let you see my dirty figure!"

"Calm down, Bubbles."

Dumbledore's face looked very tired, he probably hadn't slept all night, his movements were strange, his right hand was raised flat on his chest, as if an invisible piece of clothing was hanging on it, he waved it lightly with the other hand The wand, the brick wall of the fireplace suddenly became as soft as cotton candy, and the bubble hit it and bounced.

"I should thank you for allowing me to be lucky enough to see a lovely elf in the morning."

The elf's eyes were filled with tears, and he took a deep look at Dumbledore, before disappearing with his friends.

Dumbledore shook his head and walked towards the stairs. Nelson's howling sound came from his ear, which brought a smile to his sad face. He quickened his pace, found Nelson's bedroom, and knocked on the door.

"Come in—"

Dumbledore pushed open the door and saw Nelson who was sitting upright on the bed, holding the question mark in his arms and stroking its hair. He pretended not to see the nails deeply embedded in Nelson's thigh, and said, "Nelson, very much Urgent, many students are unconscious, I need your help."

"What? Didn't the French doctor come?" Nelson raised his head, thinking of his silent death struggle, and thought inwardly, "Chris—"

"Miss Jewell was among them, and in fact, more than a third of the students never woke up, and I was told that they might already be on their way to the next step."

"Next..." Nelson frowned.

"Yes, I asked Slytherin, and he said that these students looked like people who were not dead, and that man...he said you must know what it is." Dumbledore approached Nelson, holding the flat He stretched out his arms to him, "Let's go, go to your place, everyone needs you."

Nelson nodded, placed the question mark on the pillow, stood up, stretched out his hand, and touched a completely transparent, cold, slippery fabric on Dumbledore's arm, "Nagini?"

"He gave it to me too." Dumbledore didn't seem to know any more, "It's the Invisibility Cloak."

"Okay, Professor." Nelson took off the invisibility cloak on Dumbledore's arm, put it on his shoulder, and touched his hand under the pillow. A mist rose from all directions in the bedroom and submerged Dumbledore in a few seconds. Lido's chest, he took off the coat hanging on the bedpost and put it on his body, there was a crashing sound, "Let's go."

In the empty dormitory, the question mark was lying on Nelson's pillow, staring at the place where the two disappeared, patted the pillow cover resentfully, and helplessly made himself a comfortable nest, and lay down inside.

...

Misty illusion.

Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at the pure white castle in front of him with a complicated expression. He didn't expect that Nelson actually built a Hogwarts in the illusion.

"So that's it...I actually blamed him wrongly." Dumbledore thought with complicated emotions, "I'm really a selfish and self-righteous person."

"Professor, are you unwell?" Nelson's voice interrupted Dumbledore's thinking.

Dumbledore blinked, looked at Nelson, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little distracted, do you know where I should go?"

"Don't you know?"

"do not you know?"

Dumbledore frowned, looking over Nelson's shoulder.

Nelson followed his gaze and reached out his hand to touch it. The cold invisibility cloak was so smooth that he released the force and climbed to his body along his arm. When Nelson turned his body, the invisibility cloak was perfectly clinging to the body. Putting it on his coat, a layer of moonlight-like silver light was attached to it. This light was a little humble, it only flickered for a moment, and then quickly subsided.

Nelson felt a lot more relaxed, but there was always a foreign body sensation between his ribs. He stretched his hand to his waist, and felt a hard object in the pocket of the invisibility cloak—a long and thin stick covered with spherical protrusions.

That's a magic wand.

Nelson widened his eyes, touched the handle of the wand, and pulled it out of his pocket. The pure black wand stood out in this white world, and the bumps all over the wand were scars that recorded time everywhere. , the body of an elder, the tail feathers of a thestral, fifteen inches long.

The moment he held the wand, the cold touch was transmitted from the fingertips to the brain, and Nelson felt his heart as if being tightly clenched by a hand. Then, Nelson closed his eyes tightly, and the one pinched on his heart The hand was broken! It can jump again.

The majestic magic power burst from his body, surging with infinite power, Dumbledore raised his arm with difficulty, blocked in front of him, and was pushed aside by the violent wind pressure, before being pushed away, he saw Nelson raised Grindelwald's wand.

The lost fog floating in the air is distorted by some kind of force and forms a vortex that goes straight to the sky. The surrounding cities are shattered by the strangling of the hurricane, but they are rebuilt under the unconscious control of Nelson. A wand that will succumb.

"The Elder Wand."

Dumbledore struggled to squeeze out a few words between his teeth. He looked at the pure white wind wall in front of him, set up the barrier, and walked in with difficulty step by step. When he crossed the wind pressure and entered the eye of the wind, facing His Nelson just opened those dark eyes.

Dumbledore's gaze could not help being attracted by those eyes, almost falling into the bottomless abyss behind the pupils.

"Professor," Nelson said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, black is a mixture of all colors."

After all, under Dumbledore's surprised gaze, Nelson raised the hand holding the Elder Wand, pinched the wand with his index finger and thumb, spread the remaining three fingers, and showed him the back of his hand.

A pitch-black ring with an old-fashioned shape is quietly set on his middle finger. A crooked triangle is engraved on the surface of the oval-shaped gemstone, and the symbol of the Deathly Hallows is shining with breathtaking light. They are connected with each other. , mutual success, vaguely, Dumbledore saw a figure in a black robe and holding a scythe appearing behind Nelson.

He rubbed his eyes, is that the god of death? Maybe not, but the legendary Deathly Hallows does have the power to control life and death. Dumbledore looked around, and this boundary that belonged exclusively to the dead also confirmed his guess.

It's a pity that the figure was only a glimpse, twisted and shrunk into a point, and attached to Nelson's hand. Dumbledore blinked. Everything just now was just an illusion, only the magic power of the triangular rune became more and more condensed.

The creations of the three brothers have been separated for far too long.

"When did you? No, the Deathly Hallows..."

Dumbledore's face was full of surprise. Even if Grindelwald had mastered the Elder Wand, he still thought that the Deathly Hallows was just a legend created by a wizard who was afraid of death. After all, a well-made elder wand was also in his hands. Within the scope of understanding, and there are many invisibility cloaks in the world, it is not impossible to have a few special ones.

"Is this the Resurrection Stone?" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly showed a trace of longing, but he quickly suppressed this emotion, and when he realized that he was in the land of death, he laughed at himself, "Sorry , I lost my composure."

"Professor, this is just a lie." Nelson shook his head, looking a little sad, but now is not the time for love, there are still many students sleeping in Miss Joy's ward, Nelson pressed Gaunt with his left hand On the family ring, turn it gently.

lap.

The storm became more and more violent, almost washing away Dumbledore's feet, and he felt as if his soul was leaving his body and going elsewhere.

two laps.

The noisy conversation echoed around the two, different languages, different contents, whether it was sadness, or nostalgia, or relief, or relief, filled Dumbledore's ears like whispers, and he tried to distinguish The content I can understand, a poor old woman wishes her son to eat the cake she made before she dies, a crazy soldier screams at the sudden defeat of her invincible country before drinking a bomb, a An accomplished wizard misses the sweetheart of his youth, a child afflicted by conservative ailments finally smiles at his parents...

The echoes of countless people dying flooded into Dumbledore's mind, and he felt his head was about to explode. Vaguely, he saw a girl lying on the ground helplessly looking at the three fighting brothers, hoping that he would In the picture of his brother being able to hug himself and closing his eyes in regret, tears immediately filled his eyes.

three laps.

When the ring returned to its original position, the wind also stopped, the surrounding whispers disappeared, and a brand new city stood erect on its ruins again, and I don't know when, the street where the two of them lived suddenly became crowded stand up.

The shoulder-to-shoulder pedestrians are walking in the opposite direction to the two in silence, with the same anxiety and the same expectation on their faces, and every step they take, the color on their bodies will peel off like a wind-eroded mural , merged into the lost mist under the feet, eaten up by the greedy memory - they will also become one of them, those lost colors will eventually become white fragments, everyone's life may be just a wisp of insignificant mist , not even complete fragments will remain.

There are brand new passers-by appearing at every moment, and then merged into the crowd. Some people have reluctance and fear on their faces, but they all seem to be put into a tightly-fitted cover, obeying the iron law of the dead, and facing the same people. Go in one direction.

No one noticed the two aliens in the crowd. They went straight through their bodies. Even if they were on the same street, there was still an insurmountable gap between the living and the dead.

"Is this the Misty Illusion?" Dumbledore murmured, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

"Professor, I remember that you have been here before." Nelson narrowed his eyes, looked past the dead, and looked towards the endless white wasteland outside the city. It is impossible for the living to know the way of the dead, so his eyes could not see end.

"I'm just shocked." Dumbledore sighed. "Can I see all the dead here?"

"I don't know, Professor," Nelson looked away, "but I think I've found my Hogwarts classmates."

Nelson flicked his sleeves, and the silver moonlight shone on his body. Dumbledore felt dizzy for a while, and when he stood still, he found that he had fallen into a group of students in Hogwarts uniforms, their faces were expressionless , looked ahead, and walked forward decisively. They were the unconscious students of Hogwarts. They were different from most of the people here. Their clothes were still bright, but a tentacle-shaped chain was tightened. each person's neck, and tied them together, the links of the chain are suction cups that bite each other, and the feet of these suction cups are covered with smaller suction cups, just like the legs of a starfish that is stretched infinitely long tentacle.

The suction cup penetrated deeply into the students' throats and extended to infinity in front of them. Some kind of substance twisted through the suction cup and entered their esophagus, and these dazed souls walked around aimlessly like marionettes .

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, raised his wand, and tried to stop this group of undeserving students. He tried his best, and gradually, the expression on his face became more and more ugly. When any one of them interacted, he found weakly that his spell passed through everyone's body and shot into the distance, and those deformed barriers and obstacles couldn't delay their steps at all—even an impenetrable wall , they can easily travel through the past.

They belong to two worlds.

Seeing this, Nelson stared at the chains leading the students. They were obviously different from those around them, and this chain seemed to be the culprit of their "death".

After thinking for a moment, a silver light gushed out from the Elder Wand, and the half-moon-shaped light blade slashed at the chain. The chain twitched for a while when it was pierced by the light. Just when Nelson thought he had succeeded, the light blade passed through, and he frowned. , this chain should come from the Obscure, but there is always a familiar stench.

"They seemed to be shadows or something."

Dumbledore's brows were full of anxiety, and every second of delay would increase the danger to the students.

"I can't touch it, Professor." Nelson shook his head. "They don't seem to be here at all."

"I think I can go to the finish line." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said something that could be called crazy. Before setting off, Slytherin had repeatedly told him "don't try to spy on death", but at this moment, for the safety of the students, Dumbledore didn't care anymore, he looked at Nelson, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can you take me there? When you get back, remember—"

"Professor, it's us," Nelson interrupted Dumbledore. He raised the Elder Wand and pointed in the direction the students were going. "I think we can go to the finish line."