My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Mr. Riddle, a little to the right, please."

There were more strange people on the shore of the Black Lake on weekends than in the past, and there were also some strange appliances and sets. A white curtain was opened by two temporarily cut pine trees and hung by the lake. Some scenes that were very different from the surrounding environment appeared. The young Muggle reporter Wallace stood in the distance, standing with a group of professors, watching the actions of this group of wizards with curiosity.

"To the right?"

Tom looked a little restrained, and moved two steps to the right under the guidance of the staff. He was wearing a black robe that seemed simple but actually implied mystery. The obsidian breast buttons are concealed in the dark color of the robe, but it can always reveal its luster when the lights are on. The slim robe outlines the tall and straight figure of the young man, but it is not so tight to the spirit, but in the When it reaches the hip bone, it loosens the restraint, and the loose hem, which is as fat as usual, is dragged to the ground, swinging gently in the breeze. If some gold is added to it, it will be enough for a prince to wear when he ascends the throne. .

The pure black tone is a bit too depressing, but the shade of amber dotted on his chest just adds a touch of bright color to his attire. There seems to be fire and blood flowing in the dark red gemstones. Although they are equally deep, they will not let him Already pale, he looked like a scary vampire or a black-and-white photo.

"Yes, a little further to the right."

"I'm already very far to the right." Tom raised his chin with some dissatisfaction, and stared at the noisy guy gesticulating in front of him with his nostrils.

"Yes! That's it!" The wizard standing opposite him clapped his hands vigorously, "Yes! Just look here with your nostrils, that's what you want!"

The curtain behind Tom suddenly burst into color, which is different from the movie-like projection in Wallace's imagination. It started from a little black in the center of the curtain, and quickly spread to the surroundings like a cloud, and gradually became thinner. Various colors were separated during the process, and soon, the colors that belonged to the plane protruded, completely breaking away from the shackles of the curtain, and condensed into color blocks floating in the air behind Tom. These pure color blocks They deformed, combined, and split each other without human manipulation, forming richer and more realistic colors. Soon, a group of fuzzy figures with tense faces and wands in their hands appeared behind Tom, and they surrounded Tom. Even if there is no one in front of you, it creates a sense of tension that is surrounded very well.

The faces of these people became clearer and clearer, but it seemed that in order to protect the right of portrait, they were not so clear and recognizable, and even the badges pinned to their chests became blurred and abstract, but one could just see a bird that was regarded as a magician by the Magical Congress of America. Represented by the eagle.

"Puchi—" Professor Slughorn couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Professor Slughorn, what's the matter?" Wallace asked curiously.

"Aibo, this old boy is really bad, but I like it," Professor Slughorn said with a full stomach, holding back a smirk, "Did you see those figures? The scene where wizards besiege Tom."

"America? Magic Congress? Siege?" Wallace subconsciously took out his shorthand and asked. Just a few words contained huge information that he had never heard of. He realized that the scene Tom was in at the moment showed a big Incident, I couldn't wait to ask, "Can you expand on it?"

"Hahaha, Aibo once went to the Magical Congress of America to promote their family's chocolate frog, and then he was severely humiliated. By the way, he plagiarized his product and launched the American banana yellow chicken. Have you eaten it? Chocolate frog?" Professor Slughorn looked at Wallace, and continued to explain after seeing him nodding, but he obviously misunderstood, thinking that Wallace was asking why the old boy Aibo was so bad "Banana little yellow chicken is a banana-flavored white chocolate, plump and can fly. Abbot was so angry that he scolded the United States for six months after returning to the UK. That's why he highlighted the United States in the picture. The symbol of the Magic Congress, this is repeatedly revealing their scars."

"I thought you wouldn't mind telling me what Mr. Riddle's scene represented."

"Oh, of course, this was a world-shattering event before, and the Magical Congress of America secretly funded an anti-wizard—"

"Ahem." Mag frowned and coughed twice.

"Are you okay? Minerva, I heard that people are prone to catch cold when the seasons change. I'll make you a potion in the evening." Professor Slughorn turned his head and looked at McGonagall with concern. Continued, "This anti-wizard organization is called Second Salem. You can go to the Second Salem Memorial Park outside Boston, USA to see its history. I think Muggles should like this kind of Dragon Quest very much. The story of the Second Salem ostensibly anti-wizards, but actually benefiting from the Magical Congress of America—"

"Ahem!" It was Flitwick who coughed this time.

"Felius, have you been infected by Minerva? Could it be the flu? Cough..." Affected by the two, Professor Slughorn also began to cough, "What's going on? Is there pollen around?" Is it? I heard that it is easy to induce allergies when the seasons change. When I first came to teach at Hogwarts, there was an unlucky child who was allergic to dust in the air!"

"Horace, I think you should give Mr. Wallace a good explanation of the latest magic of wizard portraits," Dumbledore appeared behind Professor Slughorn, interrupting his big mouth behavior, "Know the future Competitors are necessary, don't you, Mr. Wallace?"

"Ah, yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"We don't have the idea of ​​deliberately concealing it, but Second Salem is indeed a relatively extreme organization, and even some of its aftermath still has an impact on our world today. I think that as journalists, apart from reporting In addition to the news, there should be a standard in mind to measure whether the news should be made public," Dumbledore nodded at Wallace, and said, "Some of their actions are appalling, and at this tense time, if they are fully disclosed, It is inevitable that some radicals who do not know the truth and have prejudices will imitate, which may pose a threat to the safety of Hogwarts students. As the principal of the school, this is not what I want to see."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Wallace was a little reconciled, but he had to admit that Dumbledore was right. He nodded and remained silent.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wallace, I have not deprived you of the right to know the truth," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I went to a small meeting last weekend. It has been nearly half a year since the abolition of the Secrecy Act. Not too bad, we agreed that it is time to get in touch with our compatriots who don't know magic. Fifteen kinds of snacks, including chocolate frogs, which will be launched on the first of next month are the earliest stepping stones. These products have passed through The carefully selected ones contain some images or texts such as pictures. You can recognize many famous great wizards and their achievements in history. The efficiency of this recognition is extremely high. In our social structure, After the large-scale content such as the operating mode is fully disclosed, there will be no worries about sensitive content like Second Salem. I can even allow those who have witnessed this incident to take you to the building mentioned by Professor Slughorn. Take a look at the Salem Victims Memorial Park, there seems to be a group of people like you, but a few steps earlier."

"Really?" Wallace's eyes lit up.

"Yes," Dumbledore looked around and smiled, "America is much more open to non-wizard groups, and this is also due to their long-term efforts."

While a group of people were chatting, Tom had already posed according to the requirements of the opposite wizard. He raised his arms to his chest, pointed his wand at the opposite wizard, and still raised his head slightly, maintaining the style of looking at people with his nostrils. said sadly

"Mr. Riddle is so..." Seeing Tom's haughty expression, Wallace said in shock. Although Tom on the train was also very rude to him, it was not to this extent.

"Tom has always been very humble," Professor Slughorn looked at Dumbledore, and after making sure he was not talking nonsense, he said patiently, "It's just that he doesn't have magic like most of the other wizards on the chocolate frog picture In terms of practical or research achievements, he is famous for the big event I mentioned before, and the most commendable thing is his combat ability, so this posture is very reasonable, such as the founding of Gryffindor Man, the greatest dueling master in British history, Godric Gryffindor is similar to holding a sword in one hand and a wand in the other, I can give you one later, I have fifteen Gryffindors."

"thank you."

"What's more, the wizard in the portrait just provoked Tom, which made him so unhappy. Usually he is not like this."

"I see, it's like Yusuf Cash snatched the cigar from Churchill's hand to irritate him in order to take a picture of Churchill's majesty, and captured that moment." Wallace regained his energy and nodded Said.

"Who is that?"

"my idol!"

"Oh...it should be about the same."

"But will this affect the model too much? After all, the portrait is—"

Before Wallace finished his sentence, Tom asked the same question, "I'm not sure I can maintain this pose until the portrait is finished."

"Just look at it, Mr. Riddle!"

Only then did people know that the person standing opposite Tom and gesticulating was actually a painter. They saw him waving a wand that he took out at some point, and pointing at Tom's nose. Tom, who was pointed at by the wand somehow, felt even more upset. But the wizard painter yelled, "Yes! That's it!"

Immediately afterwards, a ball of thick ink stuck behind Tom's back rushed towards him. Just when the onlookers were amazed at how big this painter was, thinking that Tom was about to turn into a dyed chicken, the thick ink retreated violently again. , an identical Tom who stayed at that moment was perfectly reproduced. Under the guidance of the magic wand, he and the group of surrounding wizards quickly retreated and hit the white curtain.

The color blocks smudged on the canvas like splashed ink, and quickly condensed into a vivid picture, as if a scene of struggling was forced into a thin piece of paper, before Tom even had time Cursing, a gorgeous painting has been painted behind him, he turned around, and the self behind him looked no different from a real person under the unique light of oil painting, and even the occasional traces of brush strokes made him even more handsome, that The two rows of obsidian buttons were painted with some kind of paint, and they glistened in the sunlight. The artist behind them clapped their hands and said with satisfaction, "It's really good. After drawing ugly people for so many years, I thought my painting skills had regressed."

"..."

Professor Slughorn's face stinks at a speed visible to the naked eye. He remembers that the portrait in his home was painted by this guy, and he even sat on the sofa like a puppet. After walking all afternoon, when I woke up, I felt that my butt was not my own.

"Why are you pointing your wand at me?"

Tom, who finished the portrait, collapsed. Looking at himself pointing at himself with a wand in the smaller and smaller canvas, he shook his head in dissatisfaction, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Now, Mr. 'The youngest author ever to publish a paper on "Transfiguration Today" should not be singing."

"Of course not." Nelson appeared behind him at some point. Unlike Tom, another wizard painter invited by the Aibo family chose the library as the scene for portrait painting. He raised his head and shrank when Tom's portrait I took a good look at the painting before I slapped it. Tom in the portrait noticed Nelson's arrival, and a middle finger protruded from the hand holding the wand, but in the next second, he was put into the portfolio by the author.

"Haha." Tom laughed.

"Aren't you afraid that your portrait will give the middle finger to the person who bought it?" Nelson shrugged. The achievement is written in the chocolate frog card, I can be merciful and allow you to write in the achievement that you are a friend of Mr. Youngest Author, not bad."

"I will buy a hundred portraits of myself and stick them on your bedside, and let them give you the middle finger every day and every moment."

"Oh, thank you so much."

"Two, excuse me, Mr. Aibo would like to ask for your opinions on the circulation." The painter who put away his portfolio asked with a smile, "More or less?"

"Of course it's more." Tom shrugged, and then he looked at Nelson and said, "It's more than his."

"I hope that I have as few pictures as possible," Nelson said with a smile, which is enough to make all season card lovers sick. Children who like chocolate frogs leave an eternal childhood shadow... Sorry, I made a mistake, childhood memories."