My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Tom! Open the door!"

Tom stopped the drainage work in his hands and looked at Nelson. The two looked at each other, turned around together, and stared in the direction of the front door of the shop.

But Nelson forgot to stop the spring of clear water in Nelson's hands. Seeing that the sewage was about to overflow their ankles, Tom exclaimed, opened the disappearing cabinet swiftly, rolled the puddle of water into a brown ball, and stuffed it into the After entering the cabinet, Nelson put down his wand. No matter what happened to Dumbledore, at least the three of them were cleaned up.

"Oh! Tom! Stop!"

Dumbledore's yell became more and more urgent, and the audience behind him was full of onlookers. They watched the headmaster of Hogwarts yelling outside a haunted shop curiously, feeling more and more anxiety. Dumbledore gritted his teeth, raised his wand, opened the shop door and rushed in.

At the same time, in the basement, Nelson tilted his head towards the door, "Tom, are you going to open the door?"

"I dont go."

"Aren't you a secret base?" Nelson's eyebrows seemed to be able to speak, and he put on a teasing grimace, "Is this an open secret?"

Suddenly there was a crackling explosion overhead, and it seemed that Dumbledore had barged in.

"I don't know how he found it!" Tom shook his head, and sneakily covered a corner tarp over the disappearing cabinet, "I swear, I've put every imaginable spell of secrecy in this room The paving is set, maybe I should move it."

"So you know where the other end is." Nelson looked at Tom's expression and waved his wand calmly. The tarp covering the disappearing cabinet curled up and turned into a fireplace that had been idle for a long time. The cabinet is tightly covered behind, "I heard that there is a magic spell called the Fidelity Charm, if you use it—"

"Gnar, don't even think about the Loyalty Curse," the basement door was pushed open from the outside with a creak, Dumbledore staggered down the stairs, and the right half of his face was blasted by something It was scorched black, and even the robe turned into a black ball, but Nelson felt that it should have been purple. When Dumbledore saw the two, he glanced at the thief tied to the wall by them, bent down, Holding his knees, panting heavily, he said intermittently, "If you really keep the address of this house in your heart, then Hogwarts won't be open."

"Professor, are you okay?" This is Nelson's concern.

"What happened to Hogwarts?" This was Tom's confusion, "Professor?"

"Ahem!"

Dumbledore coughed loudly, but choked a puff of black smoke from his throat. His legs trembled and he sat back, but was caught by a high-backed chair that suddenly appeared-and the auditorium The chair he used to sit in was exactly the same.

"Don't you know if I'm okay?"

Dumbledore was sweating profusely as if he had gone through a marathon.

"You really caught the weakness of all wizards!" He looked at Nelson, his calf twitching secretly, and sighed with a complicated expression, "You may not know that since I mastered Apparition at the age of fourteen, I have never Run over."

"Sorry, Professor."

Nelson laughed. The magic devices he set up in the shop were not overly lethal, but they were enough and flexible enough. Generally speaking, unless someone could hold a turtle shell hard at 360 degrees without dead ends, Eat those scorching rays, otherwise if you want to go deep inside, you have to be very skilled.

"You have a clear mind, Nelson, if you can set up the battlefield in advance, you are enough to leave an indelible impression on any wizard in the world." Dumbledore waved his hand and looked at Tom with a more complicated expression, "Tom, Do you have any feud with the house-elves?"

"What? Professor?" Tom's expression was also confused, "I don't seem to have dealt with house elves before."

"Why did you pour dirty water into Hogwarts?" Dumbledore stretched out his trembling hand, raised his wand like an old man, and drew an irregular circle in the air. Soon, a scene The picture with cool special effects clearly appeared in the center of the three:

A doorplate with Auger's name trembled slightly.

The camera zoomed out, and the whole picture of the wooden door of the castle administrator's office appeared in front of San Ri's eyes. Immediately afterwards, the wooden door began to tremble violently, and the solid wood protruded slowly from the middle, and was pushed into a circle by the things inside the door.

This can't help but make people wonder what is behind the door. Nelson and Tom's Adam's apples made "gudong" sounds at the same time. Dumbledore helplessly gouged them out and continued to maintain the picture.

The faint sound of sea waves came from behind the door, so that Nelson wanted to recite a passage of "Petrel" aloud. Finally, the wooden door could not withstand the heavy pressure, and the four corners cracked and shattered into countless pieces. down the corridor.

The sewage was surging, engulfing the contraband stored in Ogg's office, and the contraband collected from the students were naturally not cute little things like pygmy bushes—dung bombs, mace frisbees, all kinds of fireworks, crazy Bludgers, blah blah, and a stocky man—oh, that's Ogg.

In an instant, the sewage gushed out from the corridor and rushed to the castle along the stairs. Two Hufflepuff lovers were chatting in the corridor, but suddenly they saw a brown dragon rushing towards them. The girl stuffed the snacks into the boy's hands, and the two of them only had time to protect the snacks with a magic spell, and the next second they were washed away by the water.

The water flow fully spread to the two floors, many tables, chairs and benches were floating in the water, and there were many people like the young couple.

"It's really spectacular." The young man who was tied to the wall sighed.

"Monton, if you can't speak, please speak less." Dumbledore said wearily, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask me to find a suspicious dark wizard?" The young man quibbled, "I have inquired, this shop belongs to a powerful dark wizard named Chamberlain, who once and his accomplice Karkaroff turned over the A section of the street in the alley was blown up to the sky, and about this shop, I also found out—"

His small eyes that were gurgling and turning suddenly caught sight of Tom who was facing him, so he immediately closed his mouth, "Albus, you are right, I really don't know how to speak very much."

But Tom didn't pay attention to him, just staring at the picture shown by Dumbledore, seeing several old-looking vases broken by debris in the water flow, he closed his eyes distressed.

Nelson even saw the question mark stepping on a broken board, making a surfing gesture, and behind it floated Peeves, who was not afraid of getting dirty or tiring, and he excitedly fished out all kinds of contraband confiscated by Ogg from the water , throwing it at everyone he could see, even Flitwick.

When he saw that the administrator's office and the two floors downstairs were soaked in water, he gasped, but because it still had a foul smell, he spit it out quickly.

"professor……"

Tom's voice suddenly became louder, and he became righteous, "Who did this! We must not let him go!"

Dumbledore: "..."

"Okay, professor, I'm sorry, I will take responsibility." Tom's momentum drooped again, he poked the fireplace beside him with his hand, and the hard fireplace quickly slid down like a piece of cloth, revealing the The Vanishing Cabinet, "I didn't expect the other half of this disappearing cabinet to be Hogwarts."

"It wasn't originally," Dumbledore shook his head, "Ogg confiscated it from Mr. Malfoy last week. At that time, he found a few helpers and was about to stuff a classmate who couldn't beat him into the disappearing cabinet. .”

"Abraxas? He's too naughty!"

"..."

"Okay, professor, I'll pay." Tom spread his hands, and at the same time, Nelson was turning his back on Dumbledore and secretly unchained the three thieves, pretending that they were sleeping on a bed against the wall, "I just received three hundred Galleons..."

"Tom, I'm only here to prevent you from continuing to pollute, not for your bonus," Dumbledore shook his head, "And I have to say one more thing, it's not good to be lynched."

"Professor, we didn't have a lynching," Nelson spread his hands. "As you can see, we only used the Water Curse, and we just wanted to clean them up."

"Pay attention to the method, Gnar," Dumbledore said helplessly, "the cleaning spell combined with the absorption spell will form a special variant, which can clean up people in an instant, but the price may be the hair of the caster, but I Think, people who are so dirty may not care much about their hair."

Nelson thought about it, and tried it on the young man named Monton. With a burst of wailing, a clean, bald head without hair and eyebrows appeared in front of them, and he couldn't help admiring, "My Charms are far behind you."

"It's just life experience." Dumbledore's physical strength has recovered a bit, and he can already do difficult movements such as shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't like life magic spells when I was young, but every spell developed has it. The meaning of existence, and even the simplest spells of life, if well studied, are no weaker than those that seem powerful. The purpose of magic is not to make people crack each other, but to make us life is better.”

"You're right," Nelson nodded. As expected of Dumbledore, he was full of reason when he spoke, "Just like Muggle technologies, they can use them in weapons to kill the same kind, and they can also use them In daily life, make life faster and faster."

"Yes, Muggles have many things, even more magical than magic." Dumbledore deeply agreed.

"I thought so too, when I went to Holland—"

"Monton, don't talk if you can't speak." Dumbledore gouged him out again. Monton on the wall was sliding down inch by inch because he was not bound by chains. Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Tom's disappearance. He did not delve into the store and the legendary dark wizard. Although he knew that Tom knew Chamberlain's grandma very well, he did not point it out. He just said, "For your actions, although most of the damage is caused by Pippi It’s caused by ghosts, but the cause is still with you, I punish you to go to Minerva’s office every night for the rest of this semester, is it okay?”

"Professor, have you seen her?" Nelson asked.

"Well," Dumbledore nodded, "she should need you to help her clean up."

"We will go every day." Nelson nodded. "We may go to her again in a few days."

"Alas..." Dumbledore didn't say much, but he obviously already knew what happened to McGonagall, and all his emotions were condensed into a sigh.

"The other thing I came here for is to take him away," Dumbledore said angrily, looking at Monton in the corner who was pretending to zipper his mouth, "Don't look at him like this, he is actually a good man, It's just... maybe in the wrong place."

Monton patted his chest and nodded frantically.

"No problem," said Tom. "Are you going to take the other two?"

"I think--"

Just as Dumbledore said a few words, the thief, who was as weak as a dead dog, suddenly burst into a fit of strength and desire to live. He rushed to Dumbledore's side, strangled him with his arms, and took Fingernails against his throat.

"You guys let me go!"

The four sober people in the room, except Dumbledore, looked at him like a fool.

Seeing that no one spoke, the thief exerted some strength, but the motionless Dumbledore just glanced at him, and he fell limply to the ground.

Dumbledore swallowed back the words that just came to his lips, and said, "I think Aurors should like this kind of easy work."

"I think so."

Seeing Nelson and Tom who were busy cleaning up the shop, Dumbledore took a break and joined them.

"You just mentioned the Fidelity Curse," Dumbledore said while resetting the shelves in the store. "It is difficult, but it may not be difficult for you. If you are interested, I can teach you."

"Thank you, Professor."

"When using the Restoring Charm to deal with damaged items, you can't just focus on the damage," Dumbledore picked up his old job as a teacher, and while helping, he told the two of them knowledge that most people didn't care about. People, "If the rip is too strong, the undamaged place may fail first in future use."

In this way, the distressed shop was quickly restored to its original state, and it was even much cleaner than it was in the first place. Tom tied up the two thieves tightly, and that Monton worked very quickly.

"Gnar, Dumbledore may have a better way, after all, he has lived so many years longer than us." Taking advantage of the fact that there were only the three of them in the store on the first floor, Tom pulled Nelson aside and whispered.

"Tom, I just said that casually." Nelson wiped the dust with a rag and said, "Predictions are generally very unreliable."

"But just in case, we need help!"

"What's the matter? Is my spell not working?" Dumbledore poked his head out of two shelves.

"Professor!" Tom pulled Nelson towards Dumbledore, "We passed the Department of Mysteries earlier."

"Is that the secret department of the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore asked. "I heard that they are researching very advanced magic, but it may be inefficient to do it behind closed doors. What happened?"

"Professor, Gnar made a prophecy, a prophecy that was included in the prophecy ball."

"What?"

Tom repeated the prophecy verbatim to Dumbledore, watching him nervously.

"Hey! What an amazing prophecy," Dumbledore patted the shoulders of the two of them vigorously, "But wiping the shelves with a rag is far less effective than cleaning them out."