My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

It may be a bit late, but it doesn't feel too late, after all, the moon is sixteen on the fifteenth day.

Note: It may not be related to the main line

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"Because the phase of the moon has never changed, people are used to using the waxing and waning of the moon as the reason for their own calendar."

Mergan put his arms around Elizabeth's shoulders and sat on the roof of the cafeteria. He stretched, and a round tile was kicked down by him and fell to the ground.

The student who was going out after supper was almost hit. He raised his head and saw Mergan who was dangling his legs. He was just about to swear when he saw Elizabeth poking her head out.

He shrank his neck resentfully, and walked away quickly, holding the nut pies distributed by the cafeteria.

Beauxbatons was built on the clouds, so that the round moon was reflected in the pupils of the two people watching the moon, just like a cat at night.

Elizabeth's face was covered with a layer of bright moonlight, and even her jet-black hair was showing bursts of white. Mergan looked at the girl's side face, imagining how she would look when she was old.

His fingers passed through the tip of her hair, and the black hair caught a little and then slipped down. It was as soft as satin. Under the moonlight, it was like lifting the veil of a dream, revealing a delicate face and a somewhat stubborn upturned nose. The face that was a little red from the freezing night air, the pair of eyes that reflected the moon, and Mergan was reflected in the moon... Mergan couldn't help smiling, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, as if fifteen days later like the moon.

He looked at Elizabeth's hair dyed silver by the moonlight, and the stubborn and beautiful grumpy old lady in his imagination became more and more animated--it must be great if it can continue like this!

Mergan hugged Elizabeth tightly and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Mel, do you miss home?" Elizabeth put away her violent temper in the past and asked softly, "I miss my father and sister a little bit."

"There is no one left in my house, only a house elf." Merkon looked at the moon, paused, and sighed, "I think it may be sweeping the floor by the stream in front of the house now, and it may be looking at the moon. The moon, after all, the moon is shining brightly today, I think I can see it anywhere!"

"It's so pitiful...you are so pitiful too..."

"What's so pitiful? You are with me!" Mergan hugged Elizabeth tightly.

Elizabeth did not give him a rare elbow, but leaned closer: "Do you like the sun or the moon?"

The correct answer should be I like you.

"I like the moon," but Mergan obviously didn't have that kind of brain. He rubbed Elizabeth's hair and said with a smile: "It's always so gentle, not as dazzling as the sun, nor as oppressive as the dark clouds."

"Are you calling me fierce?"

"Ah? I'm not," Mergan waved his hands again and again, "I didn't—"

...

"I never thought I'd be this close to the moon."

Tom sat over Alexander's head, tossing a sixpence he had just picked up, reaching out and almost touching the sky.

"Yeah, the moon is so real."

Nelson pushed open the hatch above Alexander's head and climbed out, wrench in hand.

"Today is a reunion festival." He lay down on the steel plate next to Tom, resting his arms on his pillow and looking up at the sky, "I want the whole family to eat mooncakes together."

"Family?" Tom stood up from the throne and sat down next to Nelson, "Your broken stool is a fucking ass...Speaking of which, how long has it been since we saw Aunt Bella?"

"It's been a long time." Nelson shook his head, closed his eyes, and let the moonlight shine on his face, "She should be looking at the moon too."

"Are you going to find her? I miss her a little bit, but..."

"Tom, the moon is just for people like us," Nelson murmured softly, as if he was about to fall asleep. "Wanderers looking up, they can see the same moon as back home."

"Yeah...it's the first time I've heard of this festival." Tom looked at the moon, as if he was about to plunge into the cool and strong moonlight, "Do you miss home?"

"Which home?" Nelson laughed. "On the Mid-Autumn Festival, wizards and Muggles in the East will make mooncakes."

"what is that?"

"A kind of carved pie, I have a chance to make it for you."

Nelson raised his wand and waved it lightly. An exquisite mooncake made of mist appeared in front of Tom. He reached out to grab it, but only caught a wisp of mist that quickly dissipated.

Nelson took the Gaunt family ring from his pocket, rubbed it between two fingers, but finally stuffed it back into his pocket.

"I want stuffed tomatoes."

"With all due respect, that might be unpalatable."

...

"Lily, you are going to study at Hogwarts soon, are you nervous?"

The young Snape was fiddling with his hair and posing under the tree at the entrance of the alley.

"Severus, I'm the Muggle-born, why are you more afraid than me?"

The young Lily looks eccentric, like a little grown-up.

"I'm not afraid, but the two professors who came to see us today, he doesn't look like a good person." Snape thought of the two guys who frightened himself every now and then, "I'm worried about our educational environment."

"Really? I think he's pretty handsome."

Snape hadn't reached the age to be calm, so he changed the subject awkwardly: "Lily, did you know? Today is the Muggle Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It's so stiff." Lily gave him a blank look.

"Muggles in England don't have this festival, it's an oriental festival, and their calendar doesn't count like this," Lily waved to her sister in the distance, while doing what every smart child likes to do, "If you really want to say what kind of holiday today is, it's the Anti-Japanese War Victory Day... Hey! Petunia! Do you want to see the moon?!"

"Hmph! That's what you broomsticks do!"

Petunia turned her head arrogantly, then sneaked a glance at Snape, then at her sister, and finally stared blankly at the not-so-full moon.

...

"Professor Williams always tells us stories about the Mid-Autumn Festival. He seems to know better than you!"

Cedric hugged the golden egg he just snatched from the crotch of the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, and cheekily squeezed into the Ravenclaw long table. He sat down next to Qiu Zhang and said with a smile.

A round moon hangs on the dome of the auditorium, which contrasts with the silver plates that can be seen everywhere.

The Ravenclaw students showed great fantasies about the Hogwarts hero, and they laughed and built a high wall with plates to separate a space for Cho and Cedric that belonged only to them.

"Don't get so close..."

Although she grew up in England, Qiu still kept a bit of the reservedness of an oriental girl. She shoved Cedric's shoulder, but he didn't seem to move even a millimeter. I don't know if it was because Qiu's strength was too weak or Cedric. Ke is too strong.

"I have something nice for you." Cedric handed the golden egg to Qiu, "Help me get it."

"Huh? Ah, okay." Qiu took the golden egg suspiciously with both hands, but was caught off guard by Cedric kissing her forehead. She squinted her eyes and pretended to be angry, "That's it?"

"Of course not." Cedric rubbed Qiu's hair, took out a snow-white rabbit from his pocket, and placed it on top of Qiu's head.

The rabbit was a little panicked, its lumpy tail trembled, and its two long ears drooped down.

"Your name is Autumn, so this festival is also your festival, but I don't understand what that mooncake is, but I can make you pizza~"

The round buttocks of the rabbit trembled, and after accumulating strength, the move of the rabbit kicking the eagle left two red marks on Qiu's face, Cedric scratched his head, "Sorry, I... I messed up the matter .”

Cho stared at him silently, which made Cedric shudder.

"me……"

"Thank you, I like this gift very much."

Cho threw the golden egg to the ground, and hugged Cedric tightly, her face pressed against the boy's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat in his chest, the surrounding Ravenclaw students booed loudly, they He even climbed onto the table, knocked on the plate with a knife and fork, and offered his blessings to the shy Qiu.

"That's not bad," Dumbledore said with a smile to McGonagall who was at the staff table, "Minerva, have you considered lifelong matters?"

Mag had a stern face, looking like she wanted to scold him.

But before the scolding could come out, the golden egg "Gulu Gulu" thrown by Qiu rolled to the long table of Gryffindor next door and knocked on a boy's foot.

He has unruly black hair, thick black hair covering his forehead, a pair of round glasses blocking his eyes, and he lowers his head to look at what hit his feet.

The golden egg was opened, and the scream of the banshee resounded throughout the auditorium. The student who was dancing on the dining table fell headfirst. The noise was extremely penetrating. Suddenly, the auditorium became a mess.

Cedric got up quickly, wanting to get the golden egg back.

But just as his ass was off the bench, Qiu pulled her back, she hugged Cedric's shoulders tightly, and put her lips close to his ear, "For us, Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival that needs to be reunited with family .”

"Ah..." Cedric nodded in a daze.

Cho's face was flushed with embarrassment, but she bit her lip and said softly:

"Will you go back with me? Are you willing to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family? Are you willing to sit on the same bench and look at the same moon with me?"

Her voice was drowned in the screams of the banshee, but there was a handsome black-haired old man with a tall nose on the staff table who didn't want her to be so sneaky. He looked at the lips of the two, revealing With a smirk, he stretched out his wand and pointed at the golden egg. It turned in the opposite direction and played the wedding march.

Qiu and Cedric were still immersed in the embrace, unable to extricate themselves.

Dumbledore's old urchin's playful heart was agitated. He raised his wand and waved it like a conductor of an orchestra. Notes flew towards the two of them and exploded above their heads, turning into rose-shaped fireworks. A pair of wall men were revealed.

"It's so vulgar," the handsome black-haired guy complained ruthlessly, "It's as boring as this golden egg. Roses are no longer popular nowadays."

"You have to be considerate of an old man's aesthetics," Dumbledore spread his hands, "Besides, the last time a golden egg appeared was in your class."

"Yeah, last time is the last time."

"We'll have to wait for the next time," Dumbledore said loudly, blinking his eyes, holding his wand to his throat, "Although I feel that today should not be Valentine's Day, Hogwarts is not a school against puppy love!"

The students cheered and became agitated, and it was more fun than a real Valentine's Day. They hugged the people around them, leaving a group of guys trembling alone. Take out all kinds of fireworks and throw them into the air, stirring up the atmosphere.

"Keep an eye on it, Filch," the handsome black-haired guy beckoned, "They put a few and wrote them down. My office hasn't been cleaned lately. From first grade to now, I miss George and Fred. Should be good at sweeping the floor."

"Whoosh—"

As if breaking the stage, the blond man beside him was holding up a bundle of machine gun-like fireworks and spraying them at the Weasley brothers. The Weasley brothers actively counterattacked, and all kinds of fireworks exploded in the auditorium, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

...

The night was getting late, but the moon was brighter.

"Festivals originate from customs, religions or important events, but in the final analysis, the meaning of their existence is to remind people of something," said the blond professor sitting behind his desk, looking at the full moon in the sky, playing with the nesting doll in his hand , wrote "唰唰唰" on the parchment, "It is very simple and sincere. On a night when the moon is so big, so round, and so bright, why don't you think of someone who might be watching at this moment?" What about the moon man?"

He picked up the crooked mooncake on the table and took a bite, almost breaking his teeth from the peach kernels, almond kernels, peanut kernels, melon seeds and sesame kernels inside.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was a crisp knock on the door. "Are you sure this is the mooncake you're talking about? I feel like a screw cap you've taken off some magical machine."

"Maybe there is something wrong with my technique, but Tom, it's not the mooncake that matters, it's the moon."

"When I was in the Xicheng Orphanage, the moon I saw on the roof was the same as the current moon."

"It's still it."

"Festivals, the moon and even the taste of mooncakes have not changed."

"We may or may not have changed."

The knocking stopped.

"When can you make mooncakes stuffed with small tomatoes?" a question came from the door.

"With all due respect, that might be unpalatable." He put down the pen in his hand, repeating what he said many years ago.

"Really?" The person outside the door seemed to be thinking.

"Really, I'm afraid you'll quit Little Tomato from now on." He said solemnly.

"Okay...hey! You two! Mr. Weasley and...Mr. Weasley, what are you two doing in the corridor without sleeping in the middle of the night? Oh? Watching the moon? I really didn't think you would Doing something elegant like this instead of blowing Hogwarts up to the moon... what? What a good idea? I actually have a good idea to lock up for a week starting tomorrow night... what? Your lockups are over Are you scheduled for next semester?"