My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Albus! We really need to talk!"

Even though the corridors and offices are covered with thick carpets, the sound of high heels hitting the ground is extremely loud, and the high-pitched female voice suppressing anger is even louder than the high heels.

"We have to have a good talk! Why do you keep avoiding me!"

The office door was violently flung open and a woman came rushing in, sounding utterly annoyed.

"How dare you! To hide from me! You went outside for Christmas! You dare to cause trouble, are you so afraid of trouble? Albus!"

Nelson felt a little familiar when he heard the voice. He stood up and looked towards the door. Within a thousandth of a second when he saw the person coming, he bowed his head sincerely, performed a standard wizard salute like a textbook, and bowed his head to say hello.

"Professor Sykes, Merry Christmas."

"Oh, Nelson." Only then did Sikes notice that there was a person sitting in the chair opposite Dumbledore, which made her lose her momentum, so she had to ease her expression and say hello, "You too, Merry Christmas."

Nelson stood where he was, looking at Aberforth, feeling like he had made a mistake by being here.

"Oh, yes, Nelson." Professor Sykes looked down and saw that Nelson was still standing here, frowned, thought for a moment, raised his arm and took off a piece of silver chain that was originally wrapped around his index finger, and asked Nelson to stretch it out. He took it out and put it in his palm, "You've done a good job in Charms. I've finished reading the mid-term essay. This is a reward for good students, and it's also your Christmas gift."

Professor Sykes tried hard to look at Nelson with loving eyes, but the murderous look was completely uncontrollable when he entered the door. Nelson could even clearly see a few big words on her face: "Why don't you get out?"

She finally looked at Aberforth, who was sitting upright behind the desk with a calm face, but he didn't know what happened, and had turned into an older brother.

"Ah, hello!" Aberforth grinned and showed his white teeth, like a mentally handicapped child who failed treatment in St. Mungo's, he raised his arms and swayed feebly, "What wind brought you here? Sit down wherever you want, what would you like to drink?"

Professor Sykes is a tall, mature woman with straight features. She usually puts her black hair tightly tied into a bun at the back of her head, wears a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, and wears a black wizard uniform all year round. robe. When she came here today, although she also had her hair tied up in a bun, there were a few strands of black hair scattered on her forehead and temples, and she did not wear glasses. Although she was still wearing the same style of black wizard robe, she did not have the carefully matched accessories on it. Wearing it, it looks very scribbled - it seems that in order to block Dumbledore, she doesn't care about these details at all.

"Albus, I found that you are really good at pretending to be a fool." Her tone had calmed down, and she stood beside Nelson with her arms folded, and said coldly, "Sit casually? Where do you want me to sit? On the ground ?”

"Professor Sykes, please sit here." Nelson shrank, trying to make himself look smaller, and moved small steps to make room for her, "I won't bother you, I have something to do , just—”

"Wait, Nelson. Our business is not over yet!" Aberforth finally showed a normal expression. He rolled his eyes and called Nelson to stop. The two of them had an unimaginable moment. eye contact:

"What do you want to do? Do you want to run away!"

"I don't want to go into this muddy water, I'm just a kid!"

"I don't even know what Albus did! This woman is like crazy, believe it or not, she will attack me the second you go out."

"But what does this have to do with me? Mr. Aberforth, you have no reason to let an innocent passer-by accompany you to endure this inexplicable pain."

"Who knows if you and Albus conspired to frame me, so you are waiting here!"

"I really don't know what happened, I just know that if I don't leave now, I may be physically punished by the teacher soon, goodbye, Mr. Aberforth, I wish you happiness."

"Wait, at least tell me what happened—"

Nelson blinked and cut off the call unilaterally. He saluted Aberforth and Professor Sykes, and moved towards the door lightly and nimbly.

"Nelson, ask the kitchen to make a pot of tea and prepare some biscuits, and I'll deliver them later." Aberforth stopped Nelson a second before he closed the door, "The kitchen is in the Hufflepuff lounge. On the other side, by the way, you will deliver it yourself."

"Brother, you are coming out!" The headless armor standing at the door stopped Nelson who slammed the door, although the noise he made by closing the door was still far less than what Professor Sykes had in case, "Excuse me, Put my head back on."

Nelson picked up the full-face armor helmet that fell across the corridor. I don’t know how Aberforth kicked it from the fireplace to this side... He hugged the helmet and installed it on the head of the armored brother, The position of the full-face armor's mouth is still moving, chattering endlessly: "To be honest, I can put my head back on my own, but you know, I can't scare the students passing by... Besides, this kid Aberforth kicked me I came out face down! I couldn't see, I didn't know where I was. If a suit of armor squatted down and fumbled for its head, you know, it would look so stupid, it would look like I was a Armor with questionable intelligence."

"Ah, yes." While putting the helmet back on, Nelson took out his wand and wondered if he could change the buckle to make his helmet and body more tightly connected, and if he could jam the visor so that he could not speak , that would be great.

The armor was still chattering, and his thoughts had diverged to the heroic deeds of blocking Merlin's two powerful spells back then.

"Okay, man, I'm going first." Nelson finally added a buckle on the back of the armor's neck, enough to keep his head firmly on the neck-if he had a neck, "Abufu Si asked me to get something and come to you later."

"This kid just likes to order people around. I think he will become a big fat man who can't fit me sooner or later." The looming voice of the armor floated to the ears of Nelson who was going downstairs. Said, "I don't think anyone wants to wear armor."

Through the long and deserted corridors, the randomly moving stairs, and the activity room with singing and dancing, Nelson finally arrived at the corridor where Hufflepuff's lounge was located. Strangely, he didn't see the door to the Hufflepuff lounge here, nor the kitchen, he could only see the same wall-covered paintings as elsewhere in Hogwarts, and a pile of wood. The barrels are scattered in the stone trough at the end of the corridor. Instead, this place is more like a storage facility with strong traces of life. The air is filled with a sour smell of fermented grain. I don’t know if the barrels are filled with vinegar or spoiled. liquor.

Nelson was in a bit of a dilemma. He didn't know much about Hufflepuff, it could be said that he knew nothing. In fact, he only knew that the people here were very friendly. college. Nelson looked around the walls of the corridor. There were no people in the portraits around him, and he couldn't ask. In order to avoid going the wrong way again, he decided to wait for the people in the portraits to come back and ask for clarification before going to the kitchen.

So he walked to the pile of wooden barrels and saw that the wooden barrels in the second row seemed to be relatively smooth, so he sat down on them.

However, the buttocks hadn't warmed up yet, but there was a strong force coming from the wooden barrel behind him, accompanied by a knocking sound, and a muffled voice came from the barrel: "Hey! Is anyone there! Who blocked the door of the lounge Stay!"

"Wait! I'm just--" Hearing the sound of counting down to charge before breaking the door, Nelson hurriedly got up and stepped aside. The lids of the four rows of barrels, including the one that was on the ground, flew up and slammed into the huge still life painting hanging on the opposite wall. One of them hit the frame and bounced back, hitting the barrel that had just been opened. Come out of the head of the witch.

"Oh! I knew it!" She squatted down covering her forehead.

"Are you okay!" Nelson hurried over to help the Hufflepuff witch, "Sorry, I didn't know that Hufflepuff's lounge is here, I blocked the door, and you—"

"It's all right, it's not your fault, I'm used to it." The witch moved her hand away, and tremblingly took out a small bottle from her pocket, "Bai Xian, help me apply it on my forehead, thank you."

Nelson finished the small bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured some white powder into the cap, held the witch's head steady, and when he saw a big bag, he gasped, sprinkled the powder on it as fast as he could, and then He took a piece of gauze from the witch, pressed it on the wound, and helped her to sit on the bucket next to her.

When she recovered, Nelson apologized again, and she waved her hands, stood up and twisted her neck.

"It's okay, I'm the type of body that's prone to accidents but won't get hurt." She was tall and slender, wearing a wizard robe that was cut to an ill-fitting shape. There are many holes, and a large gold chain with a strong texture is hung around her neck. Her face is a healthy wheat color, but the skin on her wrists, shoulders and neck is very fair. The most distinctive thing is that she has a dirty braid.

"Oh! You are the senior in Professor Sykes' fireplace that night." Nelson regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. It was really wrong for him to talk about her embarrassing things just because he was injured because he blocked the door.

"That night?" She frowned and recalled, suddenly smiled as if remembering something, held the gauze with her left hand, and stretched out her freed right hand to Nelson, "Then we are very destined, we must have a good time." Meet me, my name is Jokunda Sykes."

Typos and grammatical errors in chapters 35-44 have been revised.