My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"You're right." Tom nodded and added, "But from another perspective, powerful magic items also need to serve powerful wizards, don't they?"

"Yeah." Flitwick nodded in agreement, "If you can think that way, that would be great."

"However—" Hearing the conversation between the two, McGonagall said seriously in a worried tone, "It is said that the elder wand of the eldest brother among the three brothers is in the hands of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald at this moment. If a powerful wand is mastered by a more powerful black wizard, it may lead to extremely terrifying disasters. Even his followers of the black wizard use the symbol of the three sacred objects as their symbol. If they get more Hallows..."

Several people around expressed their worries about the wizarding world, their trust in social order, and their determination to display their ambitions and bring order to order. Just like the usual dormitory night talks in university dormitories decades later, these people's age, knowledge, and blood Each has its own strengths and weaknesses, but at this moment, there is a feeling of high spirits like "just a classmate boy".

But Nelson's eyes became erratic. The magical world of wizards has strong traces of fatalism: the Elder Wand among the Three Hallows is passed down in the hands of a master who died unexpectedly, the Resurrection Stone disappeared in a tragic family, and the Invisibility Cloak is doomed. Passed to the protagonist of the story, Harry Potter, and the owners of the sacred artifacts are also doomed to kill each other and chase each other... One tail feather of the phoenix is ​​destined to defeat its other brother, a glass ball recorded by a crappy wizard who went crazy Can determine the fate of the world for decades.

"So why did I come here?" Nelson rested his forehead and thought in a daze. He had thought about this question countless times, whether it was when Mrs. When he met a girl named "Myrtle" in the tower of Ravenclaw, or at this moment, he didn't understand the meaning of his existence. Is it a good thing for this story to venture into a complete story? ? He mused again, "I don't know if this fate includes me, maybe I do have a role in this history, but I have to do something."

"Gal, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Nelson regained his composure. He saw Tom with a concerned face. Hasn't this changed? Thinking of this, he smiled smugly, "There is a bone in this piece of meat that was not picked, and some of them choked on me."

"Hmph, you're so weird." Tom had doubts on his face, "You're so happy when you're choked."

After finishing this slightly heavy topic, the atmosphere at the dinner table quickly became lively again.

"Minerva, you don't really have a relationship with a Muggle, do you? If you want me to say that you are fine even if you are an old cow eating young grass." Augusta cared for McGonagall affectionately, and looked at Nelson. Fang Xiang nuzui, her hands were not idle, she wanted a plate of fresh meat, cut it into small pieces and fed it to the vultures in the cage, "Iron armor protects you!"

She put the wand she picked up at some point on the table, and said triumphantly, "You want to attack me? It's still too early."

Nelson couldn't help giving her a high look. He didn't expect that this person who failed the spell class would have such reflexes and spellcasting skills. His combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

"Augusta, don't say this in front of them." McGonagall resentfully put down her wand, turned her head to look at Nelson again, with a tangled look, "I heard you are Muggle-born, if, I mean, if, what would a Muggle do if he knew his... er, a best friend was a wizard?"

Nelson was a little uncertain, and after thinking for a while, he decided to ask, "Maybe he will adopt his good friend's child?"

"?" Nelson could feel a big question mark appearing above Mag's head, and Augusta beside him was already holding the birdcage and grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry, sister." Nelson said, "My father seems to be a wizard, and then his good friend—my uncle adopted me. And my good friend, you know, Tom is also a wizard. "

McGonagall lowered her head in disappointment, as if to maintain the strong appearance she was used to, she raised her head indifferently, and heard Nelson say again, "But I think, if you care enough, what is the difference between a wizard and a Muggle? ?”

"Yeah, Minerva, as far as I know we have quite a few mixed-race classmates, and they still have happy families." Flitwick stood on the chair and waved his hands, "Besides, wizards and Muggles are human beings, so it doesn't seem like a big deal." the difference."

"Tch——" Hagrid's eyes were red, and he took out a handkerchief the size of a towel and blew his nose. While sobbing, he took out a photo from a patch. Only then did Nelson see that the patches were all sewn on the clothes. pocket, he spread the photo on the table, "hug...sorry, I think of my dad"

It was only then that Nelson realized that there was a child less than ten years old hiding in the huge body opposite, a child who was treated as a monster and was isolated and discriminated against since childhood. He looked at the photo of Hagrid spread out on the table. It is an old black and white photo that has long been yellowed. A short man with a round head and a round head is riding on the shoulders of a tall and round-headed child with an immature face. The position of the father and son in the photo seems to be reversed, but The love did not decrease in the slightest, Hagrid was sobbing, while telling his worries about his father who went to the mountains in the cold winter months, he told his life experience intermittently, "My mother is a giant... a giant, a newspaper Such a cruel giant! But my father still loves me, and every winter he goes to the mountains to find mother. I'd rather... I'd rather be an ordinary Muggle! It would save my father trouble."

McGonagall and Augusta, who were still staring at each other, exuded the radiance of motherhood, and patted Hagrid on the shoulder to comfort him. Flitwick also showed sympathy, and even Tom had a look of shock and pity.

"I have a camera that can develop color photos." Nelson stood on tiptoe and rubbed Hagrid's head, which was huddled on the chair. "Your photo is a bit old. I'll take a new one for you another day."

"Really?" Hagrid raised his head and made a sound of surprise, with tears still criss-crossing his face, looking extremely funny.

"Hagrid." Tom, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth to attract everyone's attention, "You must not tell other people about this."

...

In the dilapidated suburb of Xicheng, in the evening, the sky was the same as when the two left in the morning.

"To be honest, I regret it. I would rather be treated as a pervert by others."

"I'd still rather die of exhaustion."

The two put down the big bags and small bags in their hands and sat on the mailbox on the side of the street to rest their feet. Seeing how hard they were carrying them, Mag wanted to lend Nelson the small bag that he had cast the traceless stretching spell on, but when he saw the exquisite , a lady’s handbag embellished with a pink cat made of pearls, he justly refused, and he regretted his decision very much at the moment, "I have decided, I will learn the Untraceable Stretching Curse as soon as school starts."

"I thought the stories of orphans like us were tragic and bizarre enough." Tom fanned the wind with a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", which Flitwick gave to him who was very interested. Yes, like the daughter of a squire in a small Welsh village, lamely fanning the feather fan her father brought back from the city, she exclaimed in the tone of an old man who has seen the world, "I didn't expect that today is so insignificant."

"That's not true. After all, there is magic. No matter how you say it, there are no less strange things than in the Muggle world."

"It is true that the most unpredictable thing in the Muggle world may be the human heart, but in the magical world, there may be something more outrageous."

"That's it," Nelson thought deeply, and asked curiously, "I didn't expect you to care about Hagrid?"

"Am I the cold kind of person?" Tom asked rhetorically, explaining, "I just think he's kind of like me...he's a giant in the wizarding world and I'm a wizard in the Muggle world, and I think if there wasn't You and I will be like him."

"Tom..."

"Feared by ordinary people around me, isolated and even bullied," Tom said to himself, "Maybe I will be stronger than him and not so weak, but I think I will not become what I am now after all. people."

"I'm not a fool, Gnar." Tom said with his head down. "I know what you're worried about. I don't know why you have this kind of worry, but I think you must have been wrong this time."

"Tom, I just—"

"Hush!" Tom suddenly reached out and grabbed Nelson's arm, raised an index finger and pressed it to his lips, pretending to be listening, "Here we come!"

"What's coming?" Seeing him like this, Nelson held his breath and tried to listen, but he could only hear the whistling wind and the looming noise of boilers burning and gears churning in the factory in the distance. Just as he was about to speak, Tom Pull out your wand.

"She is coming."

"she?"

"Remember that snake? I said it was originally a man."

"Remember, what? Is it still a woman?" Nelson wondered if Tom had some kind of hallucination, but saw that Tom stuffed everything on the floor into the abandoned mailbox under his buttocks, closed the lid of the mailbox, and used his magic wand Knocking, while making a strange "hissing" sound from his mouth, he grabbed his arm and walked to another street, so he had to follow.

"Yes, a woman."

"Tom, I think—"

"I'm not kidding you, she's in the underground pipeline under our feet now," Tom explained very quickly, "Her story is so complete, I feel like it's true. She was originally a human being, and she fell into a An irreversible black magic that fuses a man's soul with a beast, eventually becoming an animal entirely."

"Blood curse? This snake is a blood curse orc?!" Nelson thought of the legend of the dangerous circus he had read in the tabloids.

"That's right! Her name is Nagini!"

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