My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Nelson, you're pretty good at carpentry, and I think you'll be able to get along just fine with that skill, even without magic."

Looking at the entrance to the secret passage sealed by the trapdoor, Mag said approvingly. She waved her wand, and the sawdust piled up on one side gathered together, turning into the shape of a big cat, and slowly crawled to the trapdoor. Going up, Gulu Gulu squinted his eyes, and soon turned into vegetation that was no different from the surrounding ones.

Although this hand was very beautiful and it really helped him, Nelson always felt that Mag was laughing at him. When he raised his head again, Mag had disappeared, leaving only a light order echoing in the Forbidden Forest.

"Albus asked you to go to him as soon as possible."

Nelson nodded, and stomped his feet on Mag's newly laid ground as if to vent his anger. After finding that it was indeed very solid, and there was no feedback from his feet, he turned and walked towards the castle.

After a long time, Tom didn't keep up.

"Tom?" Nelson turned his head, "Have you been taken away by a werewolf?"

"..."

"Why don't you go? What happened to your foot? Why don't you talk?"

"..."

"Gah!"

There was a loud bang in the forest, and the birds perched in the canopy were awakened by the sound, flapping their wings and fleeing quickly.

After a while, Nelson, who was limping, helped Tom, who was also limping, out of the Forbidden Forest. Fortunately, most of the students were resting in the infirmary, and only a few patrolling Aurors saw them and didn't add much focus on.

The two walked into the castle, a milky white figure whizzed by, chanting naughty songs, Peeves swooped towards them like a bomber with a bucket of paint, and saw Nelson's face clearly again The moment he braked suddenly, the paint bucket slammed on the green plants next to the foyer, dyeing a cactus red, which even looked strangely beautiful.

Nelson rubbed his chin, looking at the cactus that was dripping with drops of paint, inexplicably felt that this plant looked quite magical, and he even raised the idea of ​​sending someone to the Sahara to study magic cactus—maybe this world There are no magic cacti in the world, or maybe every cactus is full of magic.

Thinking of this, Nelson shivered. He must be sick to think of that guy. He shook his head vigorously, trying to erase the bad memories of the more than one hundred penguin albums in the safe in his room from his mind. .

"Sorry! Uncle Nelson!"

Peeves flew in front of the two of them from the air, stood upright, and gave a nondescript military salute. A pair of small eyes carefully looked at Nelson's clothes, for fear of getting paint on them. While observing, he said hello loudly: "Master Nelson ,Good morning!"

"Very good, very energetic." Nelson nodded and asked, "But it's already afternoon, by the way, what are you doing sneakily outside my bedroom today?"

"I'm warning your cat, Mr. Nelson!" Peeves replied loudly, looking very much like a recruit who had just entered the barracks and was drilled out of his mind by the officer, "It has bad intentions and always wants to punish you! "

Peeves shows no hesitation in betraying its teammates, not even an iota of guilt, emphasizing its nefarious schemes, which include but are not limited to flushing Nelson in a disused toilet, flushing Nelson's All the books were changed to Latin, each page of Nelson's notebook was disassembled, randomly shuffled and then bound into a volume...

Tom couldn't help laughing, and commented: "Fortunately, Alphard isn't here, otherwise..."

"Do you think that Hogwarts deducted not enough points?" Nelson shook his head, and generously forgave Peeves. It has to be said that he came up with a good strategy, because Nelson would not take question marks What to do, on the contrary, out of guilt and pampering, he was often at a disadvantage in confrontations with his pets, "Let's go, Peeves."

Peeves made a funny hat salute, nodded and stooped into the wall beside him, and disappeared.

"Speaking of which, Alphard is really suitable for this Peeves." Tom commented, "If they can make friends, they will definitely create interesting sparks."

"Yeah," Nelson nodded, "otherwise why do you think he got stuck in the floor all night?"

"Did Peeves do it?" Tom nodded thoughtfully, "Sure enough, likes repel each other."

"Only magic can defeat magic." Nelson agreed, he turned his head suddenly, clamped Tom's arms with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Of course, you may not know, I'm actually a humorous People with a lot of sense, for example, do you think your magic can hit me? That's what I pretended!"

Tom was stunned, and the two looked at each other. There was a smear of ink flowing slowly in Nelson's eyes. At first Tom thought it was his reflection, but then he heard a crisp "Disarm!", In the next second, his two legs swayed uncontrollably, and he started a fast-paced tap dance.

Tom was not panicked by the sudden attack. There was no one around, not even the portrait. He also unloaded the burden of his idol. After making a move, the two immediately started a tap dance in the corridor. This kind of dance doesn't need any accompaniment. The beat under their feet is the best and most suitable music. After the Triwizard Tournament, they danced again.

"Why didn't I realize that you have a sense of humor before?" Tom and Nelson walked around face to face, and asked curiously, "Did you be influenced by Peeves?"

"Maybe a little bit," Nelson's eyes regained clarity, and his expression became awkward. He didn't want to admit that he had just done that, and explained in a low voice, "Actually, I helped Dumbledore and Peeves When negotiating, I accidentally absorbed part of his magic power. You know, this special magical creature has strong emotions in its magic power, and Peeves happens to be a naughty guy. It's not me original intention."

"Really? I think you have an excuse to liberate your nature. You used to have a straight face and a stiff smile," Tom laughed, raising his wand and pointing at Nelson, preventing him from lifting the spell. He smiled and said, "Let's jump over while they are all recuperating!"

The golden sunlight poured in from the window in the corridor, plating a layer of gold on Nelson and Tom. There may never be any more sunny people in the world than they are at this moment.

"Okay." Nelson shrugged, "But I'm faking it, so are you also faking it when you were hit by a hammer?"

"..."

Tom was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and continued to jump. His attention was quickly attracted by Nelson's words just now, "Draining magic power? Can it become stronger in this way? Can other people's magic power be absorbed?" ? What is the principle?"

"I don't quite understand either. It may be related to the special magic power of the Misty Illusion and Peeves' characteristics. He also wants to get rid of those mixed emotions." After explaining, Nelson threatened solemnly, "This is an evil sect. Moves, in novels, people who know this kind of moves die in the end."

"I see." Tom seemed to have completely lost interest in this kind of magic, and asked with concern, "Emotions? I don't know that kind of magic very well. I only read him mentioning it in Slytherin's book. What will happen?" Irreversible effect?"

"Not at all," Nelson shook his head, "I have a relatively strong ability to digest those positive or negative emotions, as long as I treat them as some kind of stored magic, my personality will not be affected too much , but the bad taste may be Peeves' own character, I have some 'indigestion', it may take some time, and sometimes I may do stupid things like just now."

"That's good, but you have to hold it well, don't collude with Alphard and all Slytherin points will be deducted."

"How could it be? Just think about how much I earned for us this year..."

The two had already jumped to the end of the corridor, not far from Dumbledore's office. The small hourglass showing the scores of the four courtyards was mounted on the wall and fell into Nelson's eyes.

"……point."

He swallowed, gave up his confrontation with Tom, rubbed his eyes, and uttered the last word.

"What's wrong?"

Tom turned his head following Nelson's gaze, and the alluring red, yellow, and blue gemstones that met his eyes, besides green...

"Wait, where's my green?" Tom said incredulously, "My hourglass is so full, it was here yesterday, why is it gone today?"

"Hahaha, good brothers, I have heard your voices from a long distance," the armor moved to the door of the principal's office let out a barbell-like laugh at the corner, "Your steps are very brisk, just like the Irish like to dance kind of—”

The sharp corner of the helmet protruded from the corner of the wall, but before its voice fell, a white beam of light hit his visor with precision.

"Brother, where did this come from?" Jiajia's laughter disappeared through the wall.

"Did Minerva tell you the password to Dumbledore's office?"

Tom, who had returned to normal, straightened out the messy school uniform, walked around the corner, and came to the door of the principal's office. Looking at the armor without the helmet, he put on a cool expression and asked softly.

"Let me think..." Nelson stood aside, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "She may have forgotten."

"Well," said Tom, shaking his head, "but it's not a big problem. I guess it's some kind of food related to lemons. The British diet is so scarce that it won't take us long to exhaust it."

"Lemon tsampa?"

"what are you saying?"

"Hey!"

The door opened, and Professor Slughorn, shaking his elastic and growing belly, pushed open the door of the principal's office with a smile and came out. He grabbed two students who made him shine , put his arms around their shoulders, and led them to walk in, but he was too wide, so he had to go in sideways, even so, his belly still scratched the door frame.

"Look who is here!" Professor Slughorn said loudly, as if offering a treasure, "isn't this our hero!"

Under the watchful eyes of the old headmaster, Nelson and Tom wanted to lower their heads into their collars, with embarrassment written all over their bodies.

"Horace, you'll embarrass them by doing this," Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand. Two couches appeared facing each other on the carpet. He stood up, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Sit down quickly. , I have something to ask you."

A few seconds later, Nelson sat with Tom, complaining that Tom's helmet was stuffed into the fireplace again by Dumbledore, and Professor Slughorn sat with Dumbledore, all four of them put on serious expression, waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"There have been so many things that have happened recently, I don't even know where to start," Dumbledore rubbed his temples, pondered for a moment, looked at the two people opposite him, and said, "Let's start with the most recent, How much do you know about Professor Sykes?"

"What did she do to Chris?" Tom didn't answer Dumbledore directly, but instead raised another question.

"Professor Sykes... At present, it seems that she didn't do anything to Miss Jewell. She just happened to find out about her digging the secret tunnel. She even gave Miss Jewell some help that was not limited to digging tunnels," said Dumbledore. Lido explained, "At first we thought that Miss Jewell was under her control, so we would hide it for her. In fact, we just got in touch with Augusta... You should know her, right?"

After receiving positive replies from the two, Dumbledore continued, "Augusta told us that she inherited this tunnel from a previous Gryffindor student, but she did it more than Miss Jewell did." I even skipped all my Charms classes to dig a tunnel."

"That's good," Tom nodded, took out a thick notebook from his pocket, and handed it to Dumbledore, "Here are some secrets I discovered by chance. act."

"Oh?" Dumbledore took the small book in Tom's hand and quickly flipped through it.

"Professor, I originally planned to give you these proofs when I graduated."

"Are you afraid that Professor Sykes will give you a low score in Charms?" Dumbledore laughed, but as he flipped through the notes, his expression became more and more serious. Finally, after a long and quiet After waiting, Dumbledore looked up, exchanged glances with Professor Slughorn, and asked, "Do you know Borgin Burk?"

Tom contracted imperceptibly in pain, and then replied, "I don't know, Professor."

"That's good... Tom, you've been of great help to us!" Dumbledore closed his notebook and said, "It seems that the situation is much more serious now. I think I need to go to the Ministry tomorrow. You still have Did you find anything?"

"I don't think there are any other than the lost gems in the Slytherin hourglass, Professor," Tom shook his head, "but Gnar has."

"Wait, I have a question."

An old voice joined the conversation, and Tom looked up to meet the eyes of the portrait at the top.

"Related to some other lost gems."