My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore didn't take any follow-up actions. He just let those people lie quietly among the thorns, and didn't take off the disguise on their faces.

"professor……"

A sorcerer whispered with his throat closed. Although his voice was out of tune, it could still be heard that he was not too old, just like a student who admitted his mistake to the teacher, "Please give me a chance."

Hearing this call, Dumbledore's shoulders seemed to collapse all of a sudden, he shook his head lightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I don't have the right to give you any chance, O'Bill, the chance is up to you , is also chosen by you.”

"Professor, I never hurt anyone."

"Do you think that only death curses shot at others are considered harm?" The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes could not be suppressed, he held his wand tightly, and asked, "Do you think if you really followed them today to achieve your goal?" , won't these people be hurt by you?"

"But we didn't achieve the so-called goal."

"Some things have no results, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened," Dumbledore raised his wand, "This is the last time I will say these words to you as a teacher. I believe that among you people, there are still My students, my classmates, and even my elders, but you seem to have given up even the most basic honor of being a wizard, no! As a person, I still remember when you left Hogwarts fifteen years ago What you said to me, O'Bill, can you repeat it?"

"Of course, Professor, I haven't forgotten."

The masked O'Bill didn't twist his voice any more, his energetic, tired, independent, helpless, sly, stupid voice that belonged to a thirty-year-old man finally felt a little familiar to Nelson It appeared in Dumbledore's ears, "Professor, just sign the recommendation form for me, I promise to study hard in the future..."

"Learn what?" Dumbledore asked.

"Learn how to be an independent person."

"I should have known earlier, to help a student who is a little bit weak to successfully step into the position arranged by his parents, but expect him to become an independent person." Dumbledore laughed at himself, "There was a logical reason for this from the very beginning. omission."

"Professor!" O'Bill shouted eagerly, "You can't hand me over to the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely take revenge on us!"

"You did those mean things to Nobby, isn't it reasonable for him to fight back?" Dumbledore smiled but seemed annoyed, "Even dark wizards like you should feel that Is it reasonable to have back and forth?"

"Professor, please give me a chance!" Even though his companions were silent as if resigned to their fate, Obir still shouted as if grasping at straws, even crying, "I am your student, and Dai -"

"enough!"

Dumbledore appeared inside the barrier, supported Mag's shoulders, looked at Nelson and Tom, and said wearily, "You two still have exams."

Nelson nodded. He knew it was time to leave, so he exchanged glances with Tom and disappeared.

...

Tom and Nelson climbed out of the fireplace in Hogsmeade's tailor's shop and walked quickly to the castle.

As the exam was approaching, everyone experienced such a collective coma, so even on weekends, there were not many students in Hogsmeade Village, and it seemed much more depressed than before. This is what the village looks like when only villagers live. Next, smoke is rising from the chimneys of every household. In some small shops selling food, bosses, shop assistants and family members sit at a table, enjoying the rare leisure on weekends.

But when the two passed by, they would put down their knives and forks again, for fear that the two tourists would enter their store.

Aberforth's bar is even more outrageous. The two wanted to say hello, but saw that the door was locked. Aberforth went somewhere. There was a colorless ice bucket at the door, like He found a paint bucket at random and poured some ice cubes into it. There were several bottles of cold butterbeer in the ice bucket. Tom went to the door, took two bottles of butterbeer from the bucket, and stuffed them under the door. A few steel coins were handed to Nelson for a bottle.

"It's really easy for him to do business." The weather was not too warm, Nelson took a sip, and was shaking from head to toe, he opened his mouth to vent, and said, "Just set up a slot machine at the door, Toss a coin in and spit out a drink."

"Then Dumbledore will probably kill him and do these things at the gate of Hogwarts," Tom shrugged, his expression as if he was drinking real beer, "Aberforth is not in the store at all, you are not here I’ve been here a few times, and there’s only one bartender who changes every time, and I don’t know what he’s busy with all day long, maybe he’s messing with his brother’s black stuff.”

"It's also possible that he is helping Dumbledore." Nelson held the neck of the bottle and touched Tom. The two of them drank the drink in their hands like drunks that can be seen everywhere on the streets of London. "He is indeed a A person who can't rest."

"Don't you too?" Tom threw the empty bottle beside the ice bucket.

"What? I don't have such a complicated family as his."

"I mean, don't you stay home a few times a year?" Tom, as if drunk, took off the mask of an outstanding student on this small road that no one passed, blushed, and yelled , "If I were Dumbledore, I wouldn't even issue you a diploma. Look what you learned at Hogwarts? Use the Levitating Charm to float feathers? Then you left, and when you came back , You become a guy who talks and laughs with Grindelwald, fortunately they invited you to be the gatekeeper, otherwise I am really afraid that you will sit on the rostrum and give me marks."

"Tom..." Nelson raised the empty bottle in his hand, poured the last few drops of soda into his mouth, smacked his mouth, and said, "Have you drunk again?"

"I don't." Tom's face became more and more red, "That big iron man you are sitting on is very majestic! But they all only saw your majesty, and only saw you punching that silent look to death, Just seeing how much better you are than guys your age or even older, but what else can they see?"

"What should they see?" Nelson asked in a deep voice, holding Tom's shoulder.

"Why did you make it? Who do you want to use it against? Is there any enemy in the world that needs it to deal with?" Tom held Nelson's shoulders with his hands back, staring at Nelson's face with red eyes. Shuang Cong had such blue eyes when they first met, "You told me before, three years later, but three years later and three years later, three years later and three years later, do you think I am someone like Christian? ? I know that you are different from other prophets. The future you see is more concrete or more terrifying? You should at least tell me that if you don’t believe in Dumbledore or other people, you should at least believe in me!”

"I..." Nelson was a little speechless, but he said quickly, "I just want to be strong, Tom, and many things make me feel insecure."

"Is that powerful? Gnar??" There was an unspeakable smile on the corner of Tom's mouth, and his bloodshot black eyes were terrifying but peaceful. He seemed to see through Nelson, and said gently, "If you really In the pursuit of strength, you should be like me, pursuing extraordinary spells and looking for mysterious potions, instead of spending the time that should be practicing spells sneaking out in the middle of the night with a wrench, don’t you know how fragile wizards are? ?”

"Tom..."

"You don't like Dumbledore, but you know what? You and Dumbledore are becoming more and more like each other," Tom bit his lips and squeezed Nelson's shoulders hard. Participating in the riddle contest, you are almost exactly the same as the person who became you, sorry, Gnar, I read his memory."

"What did you see?" Nelson explained, "I really don't know him well."

"I know, but he is imitating you. A relatively normal person went crazy after imitating you. Gnar, how much pressure have you been under? Despicable Hai Erbo? I don't think an old-fashioned black wizard will To force a person like you into this, I don't think he even appeared in your 'prophecies', so what are you afraid of?" Tom asked himself and answered, "I thought about it too, it would be Grindelwald, people like him are indeed terrifying, and you even made a prophecy about him before, but I also found that your disdain for prophecy does not seem to be false, so Gnar, it is not Dumbledore you are afraid of, You see the end of their story, you understand that it doesn't need your concern, so you can even choose to go to Nurmengard after leaving Hogwarts, even if his views are inherently at odds with yours, even if Dumbledore When persuading me, I said that you have a reason why you would never vote for Grindelwald—then why did you choose this way? Why did you share your wisdom with him? Because you know that Grindelwald will not succeed. "

"I admit it." Nelson nodded, and admitted generously, "I have always denied that I am a prophet, because what I foresee is not a clue in the unknown, what I know, they are extremely clear, but to me, they seem to be real. It happened, but you know, a lot of things have changed, Tom, fate is not unchangeable."

"So it's me you're afraid of, isn't it?" Tom smiled. "Can you tell me? What kind of person am I in the future you see?"

The cold wind followed the streets and turned firmly into this remote corner, and the temperature was the same for it, and no place would get rid of the change of seasons.

Time seemed to be frozen, but the sand and gravel constantly hitting the wall reminded the two people standing here, like the ticking of a clock.

"Tom, you've become a devil."

"Swish-boom-snap!" This was the sound of a glass bottle being thrown against the wall and shattered into dross.

"One of the most powerful, ruthless...and most failed Dark Lords ever."

"Huh——" Tom breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing this sentence, he felt more relaxed. He patted Nelson's shoulder vigorously with his right hand, "Does it feel much better to say it!"

"Tom..." Nelson stared at him blankly.

"I've actually considered this situation before." Tom smiled happily. "It might be cool to be a Dark Lord, but Grindelwald has used this name, and the second person's grade is lower."

"I believe you won't end up like that, Tom." Nelson lowered his eyes, his tone full of determination, "The story has changed a lot."

After telling this deeply buried secret, Nelson was even more relaxed than Tom who finally heard the secret.

"Actually, a long time ago, when you encouraged me every day, I felt it," Tom blinked. "You are afraid that I will become that kind of person, but you are not afraid that I will be strong enough to endanger you. Take responsibility for beating me or even killing me with your own hands."

"That's right."

"But I won't be easily defeated by you."

"That's not certain."

"What's more, I won't be that kind of person. I don't have the slightest interest in these funny powers." Tom raised his head, looked up at the sky, and exposed his most vulnerable throat, "If you are really afraid, You could have killed me anytime you wanted, but you didn't, Gnar, you might not believe that I was the one who was afraid of you becoming the Dark Lord the day Jonas died."

"but I do not have."

"Yeah, but who knows? I think I might still be a demon king, and if you, if anyone I care about is condemned by fate, I might really be an enemy of the world" Tom said low There was a sparkle in his originally dry eyes, "I thought at the time, if you are really disappointed in this world, I should give you a hand and stay with you."

"It looks like you have an answer."

"Yes, you are just like me, aren't you?"

...

On the way back to the castle, Nelson saw the ship belonging to Beauxbaton and the black tower of Durmstrang from a distance, and beside Sigmund stood a white man, tightly wrapped in a white bandage, Much like a mummy.

"What's that?" Nelson narrowed his eyes and looked at the white guy. Even though his eyesight was good, he couldn't see the face inside through the bandage. "Looks like a person?"

Tom looked up, glanced at it, and answered absently, "That's Kant."

"Ludwig Kant?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. "I remember you were fighting him before going to London, right?"

"That's right."

"You beat him like this?" Nelson was speechless. "What kind of hatred?"

"Didn't you lie to me that you were in a hurry?" Tom retorted, "I just went to the student activity room with him at that time, and this guy kept saying things like 'please show your real strength', I Just have to satisfy him."

"Hey!" Nelson lowered his eyebrows, "That's right, this guy doesn't look like the kind of person who will find a way for himself. He came to fight with you, and he may really just want to know what's wrong with you."

"He's pretty interesting." Tom nodded.

"I'm really curious why a place like Durmstrang produces people with his character." Nelson put down his oars

"Riddle, I'm leaving." Ludwig stood in the cold wind, looking at the boat with two people on the distant black lake, his eyes full of strength, "And Williams, Huo Gwarz is such an amazing place."