My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

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【Everyone said that the Dark Lord is dead. 】

[But on the day the Dark Lord died, no one dared to hold any celebration banquet. 】

【They are all afraid, afraid that he will appear again, those steam-breathing giants are still walking silently on the ground, and no one knows what they are watching. 】

An old pickup truck was driving in the wilderness of Krakow. Strangely, there was no one in the cab of the car, but there were five adults and a child in the cabin. The child was wearing thick Glasses, black hair is messy, a low table full of snacks is placed in the middle of the five, and a silver radio is buried in the pile of snacks, making an indistinct sound.

Many years ago, this field was still a forbidden zone of life, full of scorched earth and lifeless.

It wasn't until more than 30 years ago, when a group of wizards who disregarded warnings and came to explore the depths, that they discovered that tenacious plants and animals had already taken root here, hiding those terrifying craters and the valleys caused by explosions. , It also made that vague history more and more obscure.

[They are called Alexander, and no one knows why the Dark Lord created them in the first place. 】

[It is said that they are guarding the treasure of the Dark Lord, perhaps that is the secret of the Dark Lord's creation of magic technology. 】

【The next stop, the center, was built in the early days of the Holy Artifact War, and it showed in the middle and late stages of the war—】

"Snapped!"

A hand holding a chocolate bar like a cigarette was lined up on the potato chip bag on the table, and the potato chips were crushed into crumbs, and the radio hidden under the bag fell silent.

"That's a lot of talking!" A handsome long-haired man said impatiently, "Dark Lord, Dark Lord, Dark Lord, all day long, really good at talking! Let's change the name to the Holy Grail War."

"Haha, if you want me to say, Sirius is much more powerful than him." A short man at the corner of the table echoed, "What is the name of the Dark Lord, just call it the Blacksmith King."

"You can also be called the Bug King." Sirius stretched out his hand and patted Peter on the shoulder. "As for me, I can be called the Dog King."

"It's a bit too cute." Lupine, whose appearance didn't match his age, was the most stylish one in the group. He said with a smile, "It sounds like the wolf king is more terrifying."

"After all, we have a cute baby," Sirius grinningly dipped his fork into the glass in front of him and handed it to the little boy's mouth, "Come on, Harry, stop holding your pumpkin juice , try this, man's drink."

The young Harry Potter opened his mouth obediently.

"Sirius!"

The only red-haired, blue-eyed young woman in the group squeezed the fork in Sirius' hand, pressed it against Sirius' ribs, and said reproachfully, "You are Harry's godfather!"

"Okay, okay," Sirius begged, "I was wrong, I was wrong, give it to James."

"Professor McGonagall seemed to be good friends with the Dark Lord when he was young." James rubbed his son's hair, "I met her in London last month and heard her talking about this when she was chatting with Longbottom's mother The thing is, speaking of it, his child was born with Harry, but little Harry hasn't seen him until now."

"Harry, you can make friends with Longbottom at school. His parents are very good people, so that child should be very good."

Lily touched little Harry's head and said with a smile.

On August 23, 1991, this was the last stop of Harry Potter's preschool trip. A week later, he was about to board the train to Hogwarts. Lily only hoped that under the education of four troublesome uncles, , he could be a slightly normal kid.

After turning off the tour guide radio, Sirius acted as tour guide for the itinerary, which he knew so well that it felt like his own home.

"You see, usually at this time of day, a steam giant will come out from behind that hill, look this way for a while, and then retreat. As long as we don't stay in its forward path, it doesn't matter how close we are." fine."

"Let's stay away, lest it fall into disrepair."

"Don't worry about that, even if the mountain collapses, it won't collapse. My father said that in the last battle of the Holy Object War, Dumbledore smashed a giant like that with a mountain. Guess what? What's the matter? It shattered into a subway mosquito, got into the ground, and after a while, a complete giant emerged from the soil again!"

"You are very familiar with this place," Lily complained, "I remember that you have never passed the History of Magic."

"Don't say such things in front of your children!" Sirius covered little Harry's ears as if hiding his ears, and poked his cheek with the chocolate bar in his hand, "Forget it all! Little Harry, you have already forgotten just heard."

Harry nodded ignorantly, and took a bite of the chocolate bar by the way.

"Of course I know each other very well. When my grandfather was still around, he would take me here every year. Then you know, my uncle and I were burned off the tapestry. I don't know if my stupid brother has Keep this weird tradition of the Black family," Sirius touched his chin, "but speaking of it, my uncle seems to know the Dark Lord, and he seems to be a Slytherin of that class, but he didn't say anything, so that Now I don't even know what the Dark Lord's name is."

Sirius looked at the giant's one-eyed red eye that was somewhat blurred in the clouds behind the mountain peak in the distance, rubbed his chin, and said, "It's strange, I remember it shouldn't have stood for so long, could it be because I didn't come here for so long and I remembered wrongly? "

"I feel like it's watching us!"

Looking into the giant's one eye, little Harry clapped his hands and said.

"Impossible, it's too far away," Lupine said, ruffling Harry's hair. "It can't see us."

...

"Is that the Son of Prophecy?"

A black-haired man sat on the shoulder of a giant and looked into the distance. His arm rested on a bent leg, but the other leg was stretched out straight, as if injured. A strange crutch was thrown beside the injured leg—— The upper half is half a cane with neat cuts, the pattern of the Tower of Babel is cut off in the middle, the lower half is covered with silver metal, and a gemstone shining with black light is inlaid on the top.

A simple amber pendant hung on his chest, and an outdated soft felt hat was slanted on the top of his head. His face could not tell his age, like a handsome young man, but there was something in his eyes that did not match his appearance. vicissitudes.

"Mediocre, messy hair, this kind of kid will kill me with a disarming spell?"

He shook his head, looked away from Harry, patted the steel plate under his buttocks, and muttered to himself.

"But like you said, he won't be the Son of Prophecy, and even that Trelawney didn't make any decent prophecies."

"Gnar, they forgot even your name."

"They forgot even the flag we once had, even the fear, what a heinous betrayal."

"Gnar, I think you should have returned to the home you always talked about."

"I don't know what your house looks like. Can you put a tea set? The tea art you showed to Professor Sykes is even more famous than yourself."

"Is this the kind of person you want to protect? But they don't seem to appreciate it. Look at that Muggle-born girl who entered the Ministry of Magic at a young age and thought she was capable! At our time , let alone go to work in the Ministry of Magic, she may even struggle to do things in the Ministry of Magic."

The giant under him trembled slightly.

"Thank you for always being with me."

"Are you waiting for your creator? Didn't he tell you to do what you want? Fly into space to travel the universe or something?"

"Yeah, there are only a few of you left among your brothers and sisters, and they are all gone."

"Are you really waiting for him? I feel that he won't come back. He should have been disappointed. I would be disappointed too... When the things here are over, I will take you to find him."

"No way, you can't even speak, how can you teach Muggles magic? Give up, only Nelson can do that kind of thing."

"What? They forgot my name too? It's okay, they will remember it again soon."

...

The pickup truck was driving slowly on the barren wilderness, and a silver mountain was seen by the group of people. It was located in a circular basin. There were no animals or plants in the basin, only a piece of black, filled with lingering The burnt smell, in the center of the basin, is like a flowing silver liquid like roots. The mountain is located here, like an abstract person, soaring into the clouds, with no top in sight, as if it was controlled by the mighty power of some god. Pouring in general.

The car cannot drive forward, this is a forbidden area that is not allowed to approach.

"Is this a natural formation?" Lupine became interested.

"No," Sirius replied, "my grandfather said that after the Hallows War, Diemfire burned in this pit for three full years. They burned something silver in it, and used the melted silver It has become this mountain, so that it still has a high temperature."

"What was it burning?" was Lily's question.

"Is it really silver?" It was Peter who asked.

"I don't know about that, but I advise you not to think about it," Sirius shook his head, "People who approach it will be attacked by those giants, and you definitely don't want to suffer like that."

"If it's made of silver, I know a legend," Lupine smiled. "Just listen to it as a joke. You know, I'm a werewolf, so I often go to the wolf's den."

"No one cares what you are," James said, handing Lupine a chocolate bar, "but talk about it."

"Thanks," Lupine continued, taking the chocolate bar, "those... er... humanoid fantastic animals sometimes have a special fair where they buy and sell things that are more interesting than Knockturn Alley, where I used to be I have seen vampires sell a very rare instrument, somewhat similar to the exhorters often worn by American Aurors. This instrument can help non-wizards use wands. According to the seller, it is an invention of the Dark Lord, and even Can make Muggles use magic."

"How is it possible?" Everyone made a voice of disbelief.

"I also thought it was impossible, but I had no money at that time, and that thing was very expensive, so I couldn't verify it." Lupine shrugged and said, "But if this is the case, then it is reasonable for the Dark Lord to join forces to crusade Excuse me, after all the crimes in the history books don't sound like universal enemies, but if he shared his magic with Muggles..."

"Peggy should like it."

"Every Muggle should like it," Lupine nodded, "but no one will like wizards."

"A few years ago, when my grandfather was drunk because of this, he once said that the Black family could have been richer," said Sirius. "He said he could sell potions to Muggles. Muggles ever sold something."

"Unbelievable." Several people looked at each other for a while and shook their heads.

...

"Brother, go home."

An old witch who looked much older than the man appeared on the mountain opposite the Alexander, stared at the man on the giant's shoulder, and said, "You are still so young, I have almost few years to live."

"Going home? The Riddle House? Are you kidding me?"

"I have convinced the Ministry of Magic that they will drop the charges against you. Seriously, the situation is unclear recently, and we need you."

"Need me? Need a Dark Lord? Are you going to have a world war?"

"No one will say that you are the Dark Lord, everyone just remember that there is only one Dark Lord in this world."

"Hey guys, are you even going to delete Grindelwald?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid to piss off Professor Binns? That's right, he's already dead, and he won't be pissed off again."

"Brother...Tom..."

The moment he heard the witch's name, this lonely man, Tom Riddle, suddenly glared at the witch in front of him like an angry lion. Split in half.

The witch apparated to the side in horror, looked at the newly added canyon and the falling mudslide, and said softly: "Brother, you are stronger."

"Don't! Call me! Tom!" Tom pointed his crutch at the witch's chest and said expressionlessly, "Don't call me brother either."

"Are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

"Why don't you go down and ask Gnar if he is willing to forgive you, but even if he forgives you, I won't." Tom said contemptuously, "You are a Muggle-born witch yourself, Mr. Secretary, please You, roll as far as you can."

"Brother, you really won't get results if you stay here."

Tom ignored him and swung his cane. Christian was forcibly apparated into the Ministry of Magic.

Christian, who returned to a familiar environment, looked at his surroundings in horror, his chest heaving violently. What kind of magic is this? During the time of self-imposed exile in Krakow, Tom has become stronger, and he can't even judge his strength.

As one of the double kings confirmed to have survived the Holy Artifact War, although the Global Wizarding Conference erased his history, they did not really dare to do anything to him. They internally declared that the Dark Lord had been imprisoned in Krakow Husband, but everyone in love knows that Tom Riddle is just waiting here, and no one can lock him up except himself.

Christian once again recalled the horrible past decades ago-a magical prop called "Preacher" was quietly spread on the streets of London, as long as the name was called-"Nelson Wertning Williams" - it will appear in front of anyone, as long as you wear it, you can feel the existence of magic.

It doesn't matter if you're a Squib, or a Muggle.

No one knows why the hero who just defeated Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, suddenly became insane and gave the noble magic power to the ignorant Muggles. Society would become meaningless.

Everyone launched a frantic counterattack against Nurmengard's new master, and they must stop him.

But the fortress he and his loyal fans built was almost unbreakable. Facing the steam titans all over the mountains and plains, the coalition formed rashly by the wizards was almost defeated in an instant.

And the beheading action of gathering the strong is also meaningless. The other Dark Lord is too strong to resist. Even Albus Dumbledore cannot defeat Tom. The combination of the two of them is impeccable.

If magical Muggles joined the Dark Lord's side, the world might indeed change.

But the Dark Lord fell in the end, and the one who defeated him was not a strong enemy, but himself, to be precise, those who were favored by him.

The planned army of Muggle magic did not appear. What is ridiculous is that they were the most powerful information blockers. The Muggles who got the "missionary" did not have the generosity to share their harvest with others. After the gift, they quickly became a real, qualified, and reasonable wizard.

So in the war that turned Krakow into scorched earth, the Dark Lord Nelson did not wait for the help he expected, although he didn't need these crappy new wizards at all.

The so-called hero Christian Jewell who delivered important news, and the so-called hero Albus Dumbledore who defeated the dark wizard did not have the results that the outside world said-the disheartened Dark Lord disappeared in that battle.

She still remembers Nelson's taunt before disappearing.

"You all hate Grindelwald, but you are even narrower than him. The only difference is that you don't have his skills."

"Everyone is eager for innovation, but they just don't want the guillotine to fall on their own heads. This is why you are stagnant."

...

[beep...]

Young Harry flipped the radio switch.

[Next stop, Victory Day. 】

[Albus Dumbledore, then headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, defeated the Dark Lord here, ending the horror shadow that enveloped the world. After the crime of the wizard, defeated him in a one-on-one duel...]

...

"Funny, Dumbledore defeated Gnar in a one-on-one duel? He was almost convinced by Gnar!"

"Ah, really, leave me this mess, I want to go around too."

"Seriously, what kind of rubbish plan are you talking about?"

Tom jumped off the giant's shoulders and drove his cane deep into the ground.

The silver lines flickered, and the earth trembled like a heartbeat.

Tom listened to the conversations of a few young tourists in the distance, and only thought it was funny. When they set off again and talked about their school days, Tom suddenly felt bored, and looked up at the giant waiting beside him.

"Let's go, one hundred and seventy-five... or one hundred and eighty-five? But it doesn't matter, let's go."

"What? What do we do? Let's wait."

...

"Clang clang clang..."

Behind the pickup truck, there was the sound of gold and stone colliding in the scorching silver mountain, accompanied by the sound of dense gears. Under the scorched earth of Krakow, the gift Nelson left to his followers was about to break out of the shell.

With a sizzling sound, the radio on the pickup truck suddenly switched channels.

[Here is the quiver, I am your good friend Penguin. 】

【I'm back. 】

【Everything you fear will come back, it is inevitable in the future, and no one can escape it. 】

【He is waiting for us in the future. 】

【Waiting for you too. 】