My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Professor, I'm back."

Nelson's movement interrupted the conversation between Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn. He pulled his head out of the Pensieve, breathing heavily like a stranded fish, his chest heaving violently, With his back to the two professors, he did not move for a long time.

"What's the matter with you? Nelson," Dumbledore asked with concern, "Is something wrong?"

"It's okay, professor," Nelson turned his back to the professor, stuffed a small silver ball that was emitting black gas into his sleeve, turned around and walked to the sofa, and put the crystal bottle in his hand on the coffee table, looking relaxed Lots of, "Here's the memory you're asking for."

"Mind if I take a look here?"

Dumbledore picked up the crystal bottle, held it in front of him, and stared at the silver-white steam inside that rose like steam and flowed like liquid.

"Of course I don't mind, Professor," Nelson nodded, sitting opposite the two, and said briskly, "It is very important to find the truth."

"Um."

Dumbledore seemed to be in a hurry, so anxious that he didn't want to go to the Pensieve to read the memory. He took out his wand, tapped the cork lightly, and the cork flew out with a "whoosh" sound, and stuck into the soft ceiling. Using the magic wand to stir up a wisp of silver steam escaping from the mouth of the bottle, the entire memory was pulled out of the crystal bottle.

The entity of memory is like a piece of cloth cut from the Milky Way, under the guidance of the wand, it ripples in the room like a streamer, and it quickly forms a circle around Dumbledore, he puts down the wand, Leaning against the back of the chair, her lips moved slightly.

The ring gradually shrunk, covering his eyes.

Nelson raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he had seen someone reading memory like this.

"Wow," Dumbledore was completely immersed in that memory. In order to break the silence, Professor Slughorn clapped his hands and drew Nelson's attention to himself, "You want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Has it been rewarded?"

"I—" Nelson looked at Professor Slughorn's face, trying to put on a sincere expression.

"Well, you don't need to say it, I think I already know."

"Thank you, Professor." Nelson said, "By the way, Tom and I passed by the door of the principal's office before and saw that the hourglass of our college had bottomed out."

"Nelson," Professor Slughorn shook his fat belly, stretched out his arms and patted Nelson's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Actually, the deducted points can still be added back."

"But professor, the weekend is coming soon. Even if the Slytherin students don't violate the school rules, they can get ten points in every class, but it's just a drop in the bucket." Nelson blinked, "I'm just a little curious, our points are How did it disappear? Professor, if someone else targets us, you have to decide for us."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Professor Slughorn let out a pale and embarrassed laugh, turned his head to look at the display on the bookcase, and whispered, "The 'other' you mentioned may be me, silently attacking me I was a little anxious at the time, trying to scare Black with deduction of points, but I didn't expect it to be deducted."

"Huh?" Nelson's small body burst into great confusion.

"Horace, maybe I can add these points back for you," Dumbledore's voice came suddenly, and Nelson looked at him, and found that he had escaped from memory, holding the re-corked crystal bottle in his hand , with a weird expression on his face, "I know you and Mr. Black are both trying to save your classmates, and these points shouldn't be deducted."

"Forget it, it's not a good thing to make an exception like this when you just became the headmaster," Unexpectedly, Professor Slughorn, who has been obsessed with the Academy Cup for many years, rejected Dumbledore's kindness. Shaking his head, he said, "Even if I'm just scaring him, the point deduction came from me, and I should take the responsibility."

"What? Are you here to give them back their points?" Dumbledore smiled and returned the crystal bottle to Nelson, "It's not impossible."

"No, I'll apologize to the boys," whispered Professor Slughorn, "now we can only hope that they will recover some grades with their own performance at the end of the term! I will explain to them , even though we missed the House Cup in the end, even though our scores were the lowest in history, but in my heart, the Slytherin children are the best students this year! Everything is just my headmaster's fault."

"You don't have to do this," Dumbledore persuaded, "Even if I add the points back, they will understand."

"You shouldn't have to pay for my mistakes, Albus." Professor Slughorn refused decisively. "Although the parents of Slytherin students are a bit difficult to deal with, I will persuade them."

"Professor," Nelson interrupted suddenly, "don't worry, we will get these points back."

"Really?" Professor Slughorn squeezed out a big smile, and patted Nelson's shoulder again, this time with much stronger force. He swallowed and said in a strange tone, "I believe you .”

"Professor, you should trust every Slytherin."

"I believe... Of course I do."

"But you have to make Mr. Black pay attention," Dumbledore blinked, "he's no less powerful than any Gryffindor."

"I can transfer Blake to Gryffindor, I think Minerva will give me this face." Professor Slughorn relaxed a lot, even rubbed his hands, and joked, "No, Gryffindor's grades are also the bottom, I should let him transfer to Ravenclaw."

"That way Alphard will be sad, professor, he is the one who saved the students."

"Absolutely not! The Black family has been Slytherin for generations!" Suddenly there was a scream from the wall, Nelson and the two professors slowly turned their heads and looked at Phineas's picture frame. There is a half-protruded ear on the edge, "I didn't listen to your conversation! I was teaching my grandson at home, and I accidentally leaned against the picture frame."

"Phineas," said Dumbledore gently, "does Dalys hate you so much because you accidentally bumped into her by leaning against a picture frame?"

"Doris doesn't hate me!"

"Doris doesn't hate me!" Dumbledore smiled slyly, and gently waved his wand, Phineas' voice echoed in the office over and over again, "I wrote it down, when Dairis comes back from St. Mungo's, I will Just play it to her."

"What? I can't hear!" Phineas' half of the ear protruding from the edge instantly retracted from the frame.

"Aberforth got me into a lot of trouble," Dumbledore said with a wry smile when Phineas' voice disappeared completely. He looked at Nelson and nodded. "Your memory has helped me a lot, I I finally figured out what surprise he left for me. No wonder Melissa ran away. Miss Jokunda was actually sent to the United States by me. If something happened to her, I would be implicated. When the time comes, "Daily Prophet" The headline is that the headmaster of Hogwarts personally colluded with Muggles...By the way, Nelson, Professor Sykes took only one thing with him when he left in a hurry, do you know what it is?"

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"The tea set," Dumbledore said teasingly, "she is overwhelmed by your artistic tea art."

"..."

"I have to say that Aberforth is indeed better than me in some aspects." Dumbledore's expression was extremely complicated, it looked like... a middle school student whose puppy love was caught by his parents.

"In what?" asked Professor Slughorn curiously.

"Some private matters." Dumbledore seemed a little embarrassed to say, "Aberforth said some things he shouldn't say, did some things he shouldn't do, and promised some things he shouldn't promise. requirements."

"Oh~" Professor Slughorn smiled playfully, and Nelson sat aside and pretended he didn't hear anything.

This topic was quickly skipped. After Nelson took out the refreshing spirit and described in detail the intersection between himself and Professor Sykes, Dumbledore, who had exchanged information, basically outlined the story of Professor Sykes before he escaped. He concluded , "Melissa told me at the beginning that she might not stay at Hogwarts until retirement, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon, and I was stuck in such an embarrassing event."

"She is a special person." Professor Slughorn agreed. "She has different ideas about many things. If you want me to say, what's wrong with selling something? Talk to the school and clarify, there are some solutions to the problem."

"She's stubborn and smart, just like every Ravenclaw, you might even pass her by in Diagon Alley, but she just keeps her cool and can wait until she's out of magic. Scope apparated again, and perhaps now she's swaggering through the hearth of the Department of International Affairs."

"Do you need me to chase her again?" Professor Slughorn stood up.

"No, let her go," Dumbledore said wearily, rubbing his temples, "I probably know what she wants to do, I want to find my worrying brother."

"Professor, I'll take my leave first." Nelson also stood up, "If you need me for anything, just call me."

...

Nelson, who left the office, went straight to the door of the abandoned women's bathroom, took out a book about human body deformation, and sat on the stone pier at the door to wait.

A book was half-turned before Tom came out of the bathroom.

He looked as tired as if he had been writing homework for a week, but he was extremely excited, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, which was extremely complicated.

"Gnar, is your patron saint okay?" Tom saw Gnar at the door, walked over and said, "It's so serious, you didn't even tell me."

"Fortunately, I found a solution to the problem," Nelson shrugged. "I still want to talk to you today. I want to inject some mixed magic power into Alexander, and I need your help."

"That's good," Tom reassured, and began to talk about the experience in the Chamber of Secrets, "Salazar Slytherin is my mother's ancestor."

"Of course, I've said it many times, you are the heir of Slytherin." Nelson nodded, put the magic book back in his pocket, stood up, and straightened a hanging picture on the wall, "Didn't you say it? Only The Heir of Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets. Back to the dormitory?"

Tom nodded, and the two walked side by side to the Slytherin tower.

"But my surname is not Slytherin." Tom continued along the previous words, as if he didn't catch Nelson's words, "I have half Muggle blood in my body, just like the pet shop owner in our first year. That being said, I'm actually half a Mudblood."

"I don't think it's an insult, it's stupid," Nelson shrugged. "If Muggle-born wizards are lowly, where did the first wizard come from? It fell from the sky." Is it? In fact, in the era before the Big Four, Muggle-born wizards were once considered to be exceptionally talented, and they were the first generation of wizards."

"I know."

"What's wrong with you? Has Slytherin brainwashed you?" Nelson stretched out his hand and flicked Tom's forehead, "Isn't it, can a theory from a thousand years ago cause such a big stir in your heart?"

"No," said Tom, his brow was a little blue after being flicked. He brushed Nelson's hand away, rubbed his forehead, and said, "It's because I wasn't convinced that I was shocked."

"How to say?"

"I can see that his attitude towards me is special, not because of how good I am, but because I have inherited the blood of Slytherin," Tom shook his head, and he embraced this familiar yet unfamiliar ancestor. He had extremely complicated emotions, so he said rather melancholy, "I used to think that a wizard would have everything as long as he was strong, but even a person like Salazar Slytherin can be a star in the long river of history." , his thinking still cannot jump out of the barriers of the times, he may be ahead of his time and great, but he is still just a medieval wizard."

"Who isn't?" Nelson said with a smile, "Tom, can this kind of question make you so sad? You have to know that maybe hundreds of years later, people in the future will also think that we are conservative and stubborn when evaluating us. With continuous development, even a guy as famous as Hai Erbo can't make any waves now?"

"Oh, speaking of it, Professor Slytherin also mentioned the despicable Helbo to me," Tom said, "I suggest you be careful, after all, even the Big Four have a black wizard who has been hiding all day without a limit. No way, he said that this kind of opponent with no bottom line is the scariest, because you always have something to care about."

"I think Hai Erbo can't make any waves," Nelson shook his head, "I pushed him to death. Those scattered Horcruxes are hard to make a difference, but they are just lingering things. You are worried about Hai Erbo. ?"

"No, I mean, Slytherin will teach me magic for two hours a day in the future, Gnar, don't let me leave you behind." Tom raised his eyebrows and said, "You may not know, he is simply An encyclopedia, almost all magic is covered and proficient. I have no doubt that he will be a comparable opponent to wizards of the level of Dumbledore and Haier in his heyday. I am indeed very troubled, but What troubles me is what powerful spells I should learn every day."

"..." Nelson felt a little toothache.

"Glory." Tom shouted a password to the door of the lounge, and walked in with Nelson, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

"Nothing?" Nelson shook his head, and he heard an owl hooting from the direction of the bedroom.

When the two returned to the dormitory, the purse hanging by the window and containing one month's newspaper money was empty, and a thick stack of newspapers was placed messily on the window sill.

"Hey, the Daily Prophet has a lot of overtime today." Tom walked to the window and picked up the top newspaper, "Notice from the Ministry of Magic: Wizards, please do not go to Diagon Alley or Charing Cross Road in the near future." "?what happens?"

He became more and more curious, and reached out to the newspaper below.