My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Nelson and his party walked out of the orphanage, walked through the dirty streets of London, crossed two blocks, and arrived at a street that was more dilapidated than the usual London streets. This was an unnamed street in the suburbs of the West End. Two rows of old, standard two-story houses, these houses are quite different from the styles that can be seen everywhere on the streets of London. Most of them have tall and steep four-slope roofs, and the slender doors and windows are arranged vertically in a grid, with a strong French style. If it is clean and tidy, it should be a pleasant neighborhood to live in.

Scruffy-looking men can be seen talking in French everywhere on this street. Occasionally, a tired woman hurried past. When the three of Nelson came from the corner of the street, some residents on the side of the road nodded to Nelson, and more people said goodbye. Staring at Dumbledore warily.

They came to a house. Compared with the filth and shabbyness of other neighbors, the life of this family was much more refined. The doors and windows were carefully cleaned, and the lawn in front of the door was relatively neatly trimmed. There was a The letter box was full, and the owner's surname was engraved on the letter box: Nicklaus.

Nelson stepped forward and pulled the doorbell, and there was a crisp metal knocking sound, which seemed a bit abrupt in the whispering street. Soon, a thin woman in a black dress and an apron pushed open the door and walked across the lawn Come to the front door and open the door for them.

Seeing Nelson, she smiled in surprise, "Nal, aren't you going to church today?" She stepped forward and bent over to hug Nelson, and saw Tom next to her, "Tom is here too, today I made stew We can eat the food later." She bent down and hugged Tom again, Tom looked a little awkward, hugged her stiffly, turned his face away, and looked a little shy.

She straightened up and looked at the strange man behind the two children: "Hello?"

"You must be Gnar's aunt. I'm Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "I'm a teacher. I'm here to invite Mr. Williams and His friend Mr. Riddle, who went to our school, has come here for your advice as a relative."

"Ah...Okay, please come in." She ushered the three of them into the house, "I'm Bellatrix Nicklaus, as you can see, I'm Gnar's aunt." She introduced, "Gnar is the son of my sister Elizabeth."

"Hello, Mrs. Nicklaus." Dumbledore saluted again.

"You said you came to invite Gnar to study," Bella asked the three of them to sit down in the living room, took out four sets of teacups and poured tea, "Ah! Sorry." She poured out the tea while pouring Dumbledore Out of the cup, some spilled on the table, she turned to the kitchen to get a rag, and the voice floated from afar: "Then can I ask, what kind of school is this?"

"It's okay, ma'am." Dumbledore picked up his teacup and took a sip, introducing the school he worked for the third time today, "Our school is called Hogwarts, and this is—"

"Pa——" Bella came out of the kitchen and dropped the rag in her hand. She stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded. Realizing that she had lost her composure, she hurriedly covered her shocked mouth with her right hand, and slowly He bent down and picked up the rag from the ground with his left hand, but never took his eyes off Dumbledore. Nelson and Tom sat beside them, feeling the heavy air around them, feeling a little restless.

"Mrs. Nicklaus, you seem to know something about... Hogwarts...?" Dumbledore was also a little shocked. He felt that his whole day was spent in shock: two people were found in an orphanage. A talented young wizard, this lady who doesn't know magic seems to know about the wizarding world... He straightened his expression: "Sorry, I mean, I think you seem to..."

"Yes, I know Hogwarts," Bella put the rag in her hand on the shelf next to her, and shook her head, as if expelling some unpleasant memories from her mind, "I know Hogwarts Someone will come to him when he grows up, I thought it would be a letter from Beauxbatons - we moved to London from France, oh!" She turned her head to see Nelson and Tom who were listening to the story attentively, as if Feeling bad about letting them know about these things, she said to Dumbledore, "Why don't we talk in the study! Let me put the table first—" She picked up the rag she had just put on the shelf.

"Don't bother you!" Dumbledore took out his wand from his suit pocket, waved it towards the table, and the tea stains on the table disappeared immediately, then he stood up and walked towards Bella, his teacup and Bella's teacup They also floated up with him, slowly following behind, and occasionally clinked glasses.

Bella asked Nelson and Tom to drink tea in the living room, and led Dumbledore to the study.

...

"Your aunt might be a witch!" Tom said excitedly as soon as they left.

"Impossible, she has never used magic." Nelson flatly denied.

"Who knows? Dumbledore told me that wizards are not allowed to use magic on Muggle... Muggle what... Muggles are not allowed to use magic, so she may never have revealed it to you, after all, she is not sure whether you will or not." Will be a wizard." Tom proudly showed off the new words he had just learned, before adding, "Muggles are mortals."

"That's actually..." Nelson leaned back on the pillow of the sofa and began to think about this possibility.

"Anyway, I can be sure that your mother has magical powers. I don't know." Tom also began to think about his own life experience. "My mother can't be magical, otherwise she wouldn't die like that."

"Maybe..." Nelson thought of Merope Gaunt's bloody love story.

"Then it must be my father," Tom said to himself, as if he was analyzing to Nelson, or talking to himself, "They say my father has the same name as me, Tom Riddle, etc. I'm going to school, I must look for someone with this name..."

Tom squinted his eyes, lay down like Nelson on another throw pillow of the sofa, and began to imagine his magical life.

However, Nelson's thoughts drifted to nowhere. He was full of curiosity about his biological parents, but his aunt only told him that he was an orphan of war, so that he must cherish peace in the future. He never mentioned his own life experience. The precocious Nelson deeply Knowing that it is useless to ask the bottom line, he can always suppress the desire to ask questions, but this time Dumbledore's meeting with his aunt aroused his curiosity again, and he planned to do the same thing with Tom.

"Tom, what kind of magic do you think we will learn?" He asked Tom who was lying beside him.

"I don't know, but I think magic should be omnipotent." Young Tom Riddle's black eyes were a little bright, "I think magic can help us gain strength, gain honor, seize power, and extend life ...it must satisfy all our imaginations!"

"Tom..." Hearing Tom's response, Nelson was a little worried, and called Tom's name weakly.

"What's the matter Gnar? What about you? What magic do you want to learn?" Tom became excited, really like a child of his age, and he couldn't wait to express his unique talents.

"I... don't know if there is magic that travels through time and space."

"Do you want to be a traveler? That would be cool, too."

"Oh, maybe. I want to see some places. I've been in London for many years."

"Haha Nar, after learning magic, where can we go?"

...

"Mrs. Nicklaus, I'm sorry, but I think you seem to..." Dumbledore, who had just walked into the study, expressed his confusion to Bella.

"I'm just an ordinary person," Bella explained, "but my sister, Elizabeth Williams, is a witch, and she and her husband entrusted Nalto to me eleven years ago, and have never been News. I know that Gnar must be a wizard, but I thought he would be admitted to Beauxbatons, a magic school in France." She introduced Nelson's parents, "I thought your magic school admissions would follow the human principle, but I didn't expect it to be The principle of territoriality.” Before marriage, she was a shrewd accountant.

"That's right ma'am, that's right." Dumbledore agreed, he didn't understand what Bella was saying behind, so he had to agree, "So, Mr. Nelson Wertling Williams is Elizabeth Williams Mus and Merkon Wertning's child?" He had just heard a familiar name.

"That's right! That's the name of my sister and brother-in-law! Do you know them? They—" She grasped Dumbledore's sleeve firmly, said sharply and quickly, then suddenly lowered her voice, as if expecting and fearing, He let go of Dumbledore's hand and swallowed the last half of his sentence.

"Sorry, Miss Williams." Dumbledore lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, "Your sister and brother-in-law died in the battle eleven years ago. They are all respectable people."

Bella's eyes darkened, she stood there in a daze, her thoughts drifted back to the two people who suddenly appeared at home eleven years ago, her younger sister just looked at the child in the basket and smiled softly, as if she couldn't get enough of it. The brother-in-law smiled and confessed the child's name: "The child's name? Oh, my name starts with M, and the child can use N! Think about it later, it's not like I won't come back. There are so many people in Paris, how could I be stupid? Go up and fight the Dark Lord? Hahahaha!" Mergan seemed to be amused by his own idea, he smiled and said intermittently, "Bella, if I really die, let the child be named by Jonas, He's a man of culture..."

Dumbledore looked at Bella guiltily, he knew that couple, they were the best talents of Beauxbatons that year, all because of the attack planned by his old friend in Paris in 1927, and all of this It was all his own fault, and he had to find a way to end it all in order not to cause more pain.