My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

　　 "Nelson!" In the potions class, Alphad stabbed Nelson in the back at the back table, threw a ball of paper on his table, and slammed it on the back of his hand into Tom's cauldron.

Tom opened the ball of paper and took a look, and threw it on Nelson's desk with a disgusting face. Nelson opened it and looked at it. It read: I analyzed it all night, and now I seriously suspect that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Sykes had had it. An old relationship.

　　 "I thought about this without sleeping all night with you?" Nelson turned his head, staring silently at Alphad with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and asked in a low voice.

　　 I have to say, gossip is really human nature, Alphad leaned forward and said excitedly, "Yeah, you know what, Professor Dumbledore hasn't been since he was a student—"

"Black!" Slughorn squeezed between the two of them with his beer belly, tapping Alphad's forehead with the back of his hand, "It looks like you think you need to add a paper ball to the hiccup potion to be more effective, right? ?"

　　 "Sorry, Professor Slughorn, I just—" Alphad has more experience in admitting mistakes and apologizing than anyone. He immediately stood up and lowered his head, admitting mistakes-apologizing-sophistry-explaining-begging for forgiveness.

"No, no, you don't have to apologize." Slughorn stiffened his stomach, and the flesh on his face trembled. He glanced at Alphad's thick dark circles, frowned and pulled out of his robe. A small glass bottle filled with golden potion, unscrew the cork and drip a few drops on Alphad’s forehead, then turned to face Nelson and stretched out his hand, raising his voice, "Come on, Williams, give it to me, let everyone Let's share the fruits of Mr. Black's all-night labor."

Hearing this, Tom, with his head down, couldn't help but shook his shoulders twice, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He resisted the urge to laugh loudly, and snickered silently while lying on the table. After regaining his calm, Tom and Nelson looked at each other for a second, then turned around and knocked the cauldron to the ground with his elbow. The live frog he had just put in jumped five feet high and rushed to Ravenclaw’s table. It stuck to Dwight's face in just one click, then leaped on top of Maytel's head with one knee, and then began to run wild in the classroom.

　　 Seeing such a brother who is looking for freedom, the frogs in the cauldron couldn't bear their loneliness, and they all started to jump.

"Close the lid!" Slughorn turned and roared angrily, then took out his wand and pointed at Tom's frog. In an instant, the warrior who was embracing freedom froze in the air, and then slowly flew back. Into Tom's cauldron.

"Tom, why are you frivolous, you must pay attention to pick a docile frog next time." Slughorn rubbed Tom's head with his free hand, and blamed himself softly in a fatherly tone. The proud protégé, as if he had just been beaten by a frog. As soon as he turned around, he saw Nelson who was stuffing his wand into the drawer, and he asked angrily, "What are you doing? Williams."

"Oh, Professor, my wand is too long." Nelson took out the wand from the hole in the table and showed it to Slughorn. "It's a full fourteen inches, and I feel a little panic when I sit down. Tuck it into the table."

"Uh, well, it's very long." Slughorn nodded in agreement. Such a slender wand is indeed rare, and then he stretched out his hand again, "You can give me the ball of paper, so that everyone can learn more. ."

　　 The classroom was soon filled with booing boos. Seeing Nelson handing out the ball of paper without hesitation, Alphad leaned back on the chair in despair, looking at the ceiling impeccably.

"Okay, okay, it's all quiet." Slughorn pressed his hands and the classroom gradually became quiet. He glared at Alphad, then opened the paper ball in his hand and cleared his throat, "Let's take a look at Ling What did Mr. Black find that he couldn't bear even a lesson? Ahem, let me see: Nelson, I think—"

Obviously, the appetite of the classmates was suffocated, but he suddenly stopped his voice, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it on Alphad’s table, snorted coldly, "Although this is also very important, you still have to be serious about class time. Listen! Alphad, your mother asks me to take good care of you. I don't want to take care of you as an ignorant person."

"Well, continue to make your hiccup potion, Tom, you go and guide Alphad." Slughorn walked back to the podium with his hands back, and began to walk around the aisle in the classroom, knocking on this head. Touch that pot. A lesson passed quickly, as if nothing happened just now, but Alphad sat in place at the mercy of Tom.

"Your hiccup potions are all good, we won't assign homework for this class." The bell rang, Slughorn put away the handouts, threw the rest of the medicinal materials into the crucible he brought, and walked off the stage. Walking to the door, when he came to the door, he stopped as if suddenly remembering something, and looked into the classroom, "Alphad."

　　 Alphad sat on the seat with a dull gaze, and seemed to have seen the tragic situation of himself being dropped out of school by Dumbledore and Professor Sykes wearing small shoes and then being burned from the genealogy by his mother with a cigarette butt.

　　 "Alphad!" Slughorn raised his voice, and Alan Abbot, who was at Alphad's table, stabbed him in the ribs and whispered, "Alphad, the professor is calling you."

　　 "Huh?" Alphad slowed down and looked at the door.

　　 "It's for sleeping at night, other things, I'll talk about it during the day, understand?" Slughorn smiled at him and turned to leave the classroom. The others also packed books and crucibles one after another, and left in twos and threes.

　　 When Slughorn’s footsteps drifted away, until they disappeared completely, the rest of the classroom came up and asked curiously, "Alphad, what did you write?"

Alphad reacted and hurriedly rushed to the paper ball on the table. Alan Aibo was a step faster than him, picked up the paper ball and threw it into the crowd, and then the voice of reading aloud came from the crowd. :

"Nelson, I think Professor Slughorn is so kind to us. I have never met a second teacher who treated us like him in Hogwarts for so long. He is like my father. ..."

　　 "Huh? It's not—"

　　 "How did you write so many words on a small piece of paper?"

　　 "Unexpectedly, Alphad, it's hard to think that the idea of ​​deliberately passing a note was discovered by you." A weird booing of Yin and Yang came from the crowd.

　　……

　　 "What did you do with that note in the end?" Tom asked curiously on the way to the cafeteria.

　　 "When you helped me distract Professor Slughorn, I deformed it."

"I know, after all, you can use Transfiguration in that situation." Tom nodded, "You won't use the Vanishing Curse or burn it. That's not Alphad’s problem, but you. Problem."

　　 "I turned the above words into a big confession that you get goose bumps when you see it."

　　 "Confession? Who do you want to confess to?" A voice suddenly penetrated behind them.

"Professor Slughorn." Nelson didn't react. He walked forward and said to himself. He didn't react until his voice fell. He turned to see the person coming and looked around, "Abufu Mr. Si?"

　　 "It's me, but I want to call me Mr. Dumbledore." Aberfors stroked his beard and nodded in response, "I heard you right, are you going to confess to Horace? What's wrong with the two of you?"

　　 "No." Tom told him what happened in the class just now, adding at the end, "So did Dumbledore and Professor Sykes really have an old relationship?"

　　 "I want to know too." Aberfors spread his hands, "To be honest, I'm also very curious."

　　……

　　 "So nothing really happened last night?" At the table, Tom was holding a stack of pickled cucumbers, trying to sandwich them with a stack of sliced ​​tomatoes between two thin slices of bread.

"Really ~www.wuxiahere.com~ you can add some meat, it doesn't look good." Nelson forkped a slice of sausage and tilted his head to look at the strange thing in Tom's hand. "I have nothing to do with the cause and effect. As far as I know, Aberforth may not know much more than me, and I didn't even figure out the meaning of my presence there last night? Maybe it was just to ease Aberforth's embarrassment?"

"I guess they must have some conspiracy." Tom squeezed the slices of bread in his hands, and some pickled cucumbers fell off. "Except during class time, I have never seen Professor Sykes in school. I always feel that What big thing is she doing."

"I don't know this. In the end, her sister, Qiao Kunda-senpai, left the school, but she can still come back next year to get her graduation certificate." Nelson also picked up a slice of bread and squeezed the sausage on it, while squeezing the sauce. Juice said, "Really, if I can, I want to do something that I like, and then come back to get my diploma in the year of graduation. I'm already thinking about finding a school as an exchange student or something. I can't stay here all the time. a place."

　　 "I also think," Tom said with a frown, "If Old Melles does not retire, I suspect that our group of students may not be able to beat an owl or even a hamster after graduation."

"It's not enough, maybe he is a kind of theory and basic...er...a more solid teaching method, the kind that requires a lot of accumulation." Nelson argued weakly, recalling the course taught by Professor Melles. , I really felt unable to wash, so I opened my hands and shrugged, "We are also practicing on our own, and the effect is good, right?"

"I hope I can keep Hogwarts as a teacher after graduation, and teach Defence Against the Dark Arts." Tom held the fork and waved it. "Or go to the Ministry of Magic. If someone else teaches like this, I will put him in Azka. class!"