My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Dumbledore held up his wand, the hem of his suit fluttered crazily under the powerful magic power, and a light blue gem-like light ball emerged from the tip of the wand, slowly blending into the churning water prison.

The soft light group quickly dispersed with the water flow, as if a clear river was suddenly illuminated by the sun, dazzling brilliance shone everywhere in the water prison, which was enough to make some people who could not see the sun feel ashamed, while the tightly strangled The green phantom around the old man's neck also became inhuman under the sudden violent water flow. On the contrary, the chaotic face formed by the magic power became clear, although it was still ugly and exaggerated-it was almost like a creation by Edvard Munch. The panel painting called "The Scream".

He was indeed shouting, the water blocked his voice, but anyone could see unwillingness and resentment on his face, a pair of blurred eyes fixed on Dumbledore's face, the abstract mouth opened and closed, as if Threatening Dumbledore with insults.

"You may not know the consequences of hurting an enthusiastic child in front of a teacher, even if he is not my student," Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the shape of the green figure. The anxiety in his heart was overcome by a magic that he had never seen before—it seemed to be a new type of magic that combined the Horcrux and the Imperius Curse. Judging from the current situation, it could make the caster become any living creature. For one person, Dumbledore didn't express his worries on his face, but just threatened coldly, "You can come to me anytime, but the person you need to face next time may not be as lenient as me gone."

Dumbledore waved his hand lightly, and clenched his fist in mid-air. With his movement, the water ball burst, and the green magic power bloomed in the mist, but it was not enough to change such a huge amount of clear water. It became clear and disappeared.

"Sorry, Mr. Kant."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and spoke softly to the center of the mist.

The mist dissipated slowly, and a staggering old man rushed out of it, rushed past Dumbledore who was standing still, and scrambled towards the wall where Ludwig disappeared, but there was only A clean brick wall with nothing on it.

"I'm sorry, I'm late this time."

There was a trace of helplessness on Dumbledore's face. He raised his head and looked at the sky. After all, everything here cannot be changed. "Go find a quiet place with me first. We met before last year's top three Do you remember the competition?"

The old man ignored him, knelt down on the ground, slapped the wall vigorously, and let out an unintelligible roar from his throat, as if he wanted this man-eating wall to return his only grandson.

"My condolences." Dumbledore nodded slightly at the wall, and said to the old man's back, "Kant's body was not damaged, I learned everything that happened in Prussia, and I will go to the International Federation of Wizards next. Help, he deserves a hero's treatment when the dust settles."

The old man turned his head suddenly, his face was flushed red, and his expression became distorted due to pain. What was even more sad was that no tears flowed from his eye sockets. The magic power occupying his body had already destroyed his eyes, even The scene in front of him became blurred. In his eyes, any piece of larger garbage, even Dumbledore standing in front of him, was his grandson. This kind of sadness seemed to have magical power, making Dumbledore Lido was infected and couldn't help sighing.

"Mr. Kant, your grandson..." Dumbledore carefully chose his words, not only wanting to tell the old man the truth, but also afraid of stimulating his fragile heart, "Sorry, no one can survive under the death curse."

"It's impossible for me to attack my grandson with such a curse!" The old man said viciously. He couldn't even speak English well, with a strong German accent, but Dumbledore could still understand what he meant, "He can't Manipulate me to kill my family!"

"You are not the murderer, the murderer is them, those who persecuted Kant."

The old man ignored him, just turned over the garbage like a crazy waste picker.

Dumbledore looked at the old man who was lying on the ground and kept groping, shook his head, lightly waved his wand to erect barriers at both ends of the alley that outsiders could not see, and walked out silently.

...

"William...Williams!"

Shouting in panic interrupted the warm and awkward conversation between Nelson and Adele. Nelson turned his head and looked up the stairs to the auditorium, and at a glance he saw a chubby boy climbing up with his hands and feet Climbing, the stairs made a "creaking" moan under his ravages, and even the stands shook unbearably.

"What's the matter?" Nelson recognized the young man's identity, a little follower who often followed Abraxas, who seemed to be called Crabbe? He took out his wand from his pocket, waved it lightly, and stretched out a pair of small wooden hands from the seat near the stairs, supporting the little chubby pier who was stepping on the ground and almost rolled down, the wooden arms stretched out, carrying The little chubby guy sent him to the seat in front of Nelson, and patted his back to help him smooth out his breath, "Calm down, don't be rash... By the way, are you Goyle or Crabbe?"

"Do you know me?" There was a hint of unexpected joy on the little fat man's face. He blinked, and had already forgotten the purpose of coming here, and gasped, "I...I am Gore."

"Okay Crabbe," Nelson smiled, "is there anything urgent?"

"Things...things," Gore recalled the purpose here again, and his expression became terrified again. He danced and gestured for a long time, blushed, and said vigorously, "Your cat is crazy!"

"?"

"That cat of yours is the one with a question mark on its face," Gayle panted heavily, looking really anxious, "It blocks the corridor from the lounge to the dormitory so that no one can pass, Abu Laxus and Crabbe tried to catch it, but they were both wounded, and they were just sent to the school hospital, you...you go and have a look!"

"question mark?"

Nelson was startled. He vaguely remembered passing by something when he left the dormitory today. It turned out to be a question mark that came to inspect. He widened his eyes. There are many dangerous things hidden in the dormitory, and as the first to accompany him to come Hogwarts pets, question marks are not banned from touching them.

"Go and see! Go and save Abraxas and the others..."

Nelson looked in the direction of the castle, swallowed silently, and looked at Tom suddenly, but Tom seemed to have suddenly developed a great interest in Quidditch, and pulled Adele to chat about the rules on the court And now popular broom performance.

"Hiss..." Nelson gasped and nodded at Goyle, "Thank you, Crabbe."

After finishing speaking, he propped up the back of the chair in front of him with his hands, a white light came out from his hands, and he rolled over the top of Goyle's head beautifully.

"I'm Goyle..." Goyle looked blankly at the robe passing over his head, showing the same expression as when he saw the cat beating someone, "Crabbe has already gone to the school hospital."

Nelson didn't answer him, only the sound of fluttering robes. Goyle turned his head and just saw Nelson's blond hair disappearing behind the guardrail. He stood up and ran towards the guardrail of the stands, holding on to the railing and looking down. Nelson was Falling freely in the air, the hem of his robe opened in the wind, Goyle exclaimed, but saw that Nelson slowed down when he was about to hit the ground, and used his momentum to run towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch. They disappeared after a while, leaving only the dumbfounded Goyle, the equally dumbfounded members of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and the cloud fan Tom who was still pulling Adele to talk about the stiff tactics fifteen years ago.

"Try the new broom," Tom said to Adele with a smile, "don't worry, Gnar should be able to subdue it."

He picked up the bottle that Nelson had left on the seat, flicked off the cap with his thumb, filled a glass into the glass bottle that suddenly appeared in his left hand, and took a sip.

"Tsk!" Tom squinted his eyes, feeling the wonderful feeling of the cold foam popping in his mouth, "Would you like a drink?"

Adele showed a skeptical expression and looked towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch. There was no Nelson running wildly there, but only a flash of white light could be vaguely seen, like a dexterous civet walking away on leaves.

"Crabbe, what are you still standing there for?"

...

"Who the hell is doing so many dangerous tricks on a cat?!"

In the Slytherin lounge, Professor Slughorn pointed at the stairs leading to the dormitory, and let out a loud roar. The place had long been flooded with dung eggs, and there were some dangerous-looking creatures floating in the brown swamp. Magic props, such as a Bergman MG15 machine gun that shouldn't be here, and a string of colorful grenades hanging from the stock, "Whose cat is this? Whose things are these?"

"It looks like Nelson's cat..."

There was a weak response from the students crowded in a corner of the lounge, "But I don't know who these things belong to. Maybe his cat found them somewhere in the castle."

"Be sure to clean it up! Clean it up! You will never be allowed to bring anything to school casually in the future. Even underwear must be woven by Hogwarts house elves!"

Professor Slughorn had an angry face, and he was wearing a dark green nightgown whose buttons were about to be ripped off. His body was filled with the strong aroma of mead. Taking it out, he touched his pocket, ready to end the farce, but he froze in place under the expectant eyes of his classmates.

He didn't bring a wand.

The wine woke up in an instant, and he suddenly remembered that he had used his wand to stir the ice cubes before, maybe the wand was inserted in the ice bucket at this time.

Time passed by, and the Slytherins were amazed that their headmaster suddenly stopped moving. Could it be that this was some advanced preparation, so they became even quieter, staring at Slughorn without blinking. Professor En, I expect him to turn the tide and return them a clean and tidy dormitory.

"Ahem!"

Professor Slughorn coughed hard twice, glanced at the students behind him, and said in a deep voice, "But this is a small problem for wizards, I'll change clothes first, as for the things here—"

Before the words were finished, the door of the lounge behind him opened with a "bang". Nelson appeared at the door in good time, straightened his collar, and smiled stiffly at the people in the lounge.

"Yes, I'll let you handle it first, Nelson," Professor Slughorn walked quickly to Nelson as if seeing a savior, patted his shoulder, put away his stomach, and squeezed sideways from behind Nelson Go out, "If you can't figure it out, I'll come later."

Nelson nodded, took out a small silver ball from his pocket, pressed it on the tip of his nose, and instantly turned into a silver mask. He took out his wand from his pocket, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the dormitory. The black muzzle of the gun It aimed at him, and quickly floated away.

...

"Bang bang bang!"

"Merlin's teapot... Is this the cat that Williams raised? It really deserves to be a Slytherin comparable to the young Professor Dumbledore." With pale faces, the Slytherins were discussing enthusiastically, "It's a good thing I didn't play tricks just now, otherwise I might have to lie down with Malfoy and the others in the school hospital—this is not a cat, it's just a giant cat." Dragon! I've been told that I'm cowardly!"

"Crack, clap!"

"The dragon may not be so hard on him. Williams usually doesn't care about his pets. This cat often hangs out with that Pippi in the middle of the night. Who knows what terrible prohibited items it collects?" Someone echoed. He, "Running Gorgon! How can you be timid? This is called judging the situation. If this cat suddenly goes crazy in the Gryffindor lounge, with their temperament, the school hospital may be overcrowded."

I don't know how long it took, the explosion sound in the stairwell gradually subsided, the swamp at the entrance also shrunk rapidly, and the things inside also disappeared with a "gurgling" rolling sound, but with Malfoy in front of him, there was still no one there. act rashly.

Nelson was leaning against the door of the dormitory, holding the struggling question mark tightly in his arms, with a box under his buttocks—the box that Dumbledore gave him had changed slightly, and one of the locks had fallen off .

"boom!"

A ball of flames appeared in front of him. Nelson raised his head. The question mark found the opportunity to break free from his arms and scratched him hard. Nelson just now was fighting with his collection almost the whole time. , finally caught the culprit.

Dumbledore stood before Nelson, holding out his hand.

"Huh? Did you finally open the box?"

"What's going on, Professor." Nelson looked at Fawkes standing on Dumbledore's shoulder, which Dumbledore rarely used to Apparate, and reached for Dumbledore's hand.

"An old friend of yours came to see you, do you want to go see him with me for the last time?" Dumbledore sighed and pulled Nelson up, "I don't know if you remember, Ludwig Kant, the champion of Durmstrang, who graduated and became an Auror."

"One last... look?"

Fengming sounded, and the two disappeared into the flames.

...

"He's not dead! He won't die!" Holding a dirty bat in both hands, the old man murmured softly. Feeling two gazes from behind, he turned his head, smiled happily, and showed the bat in his hands. Green tears fell from the corners of his eyes, "This supersonic bat is still alive...my grandson, it is impossible to die under my hands."