My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Mr. Nelson Wertning Williams:

classmates.

Today may be the last time I call you this, I still remember seven years ago on September 1st, when I was not the headmaster of Hogwarts, I led you into the auditorium, sitting in the center of the stage one by one On the triangular stool, put the sorting hat that I wore many years ago on my head. When the sorting hat shouted out your destination in the next seven years, were you excited, disappointed, or thought about it? How about experiencing such a magical adventure?

Over the past few years, I have watched you come here one after another by taking the Hogwarts Express, one after another escaped from the cage that bound you through secret passages, longing for the colorful world outside, Hu Peng Calling friends to have fun, those dusty secret passages are actually filled with the footprints of Hogwarts students my age, and our footprints are also covered on earlier predecessors, yours The footprints will eventually be covered by pairs of curious boots.

I walked through the castle and watched you waving your wands over and over again, practicing the spells you learned from books and classes, from the simplest floating spell to the disillusionment spell seven years later. Although the spells are much more complicated, that Persistence is the same. In front of the Potions classroom, I watched you stir the potion with silver sticks over and over again. Outside the Forbidden Forest, I watched you pay for your mistakes. I think Those manageable dangers should have taught you how to weigh your impulses against consequences in your future lives...

Don't worry, there is no winking teacher who will babble and lecture the students when they graduate. This passage was given to us by Professor Dippet when I graduated from Hogwarts many years ago. I I copied it in my notebook and reviewed it often, but the embarrassing thing is that even today, as an adult, I can't make a good balance between impulse and consequence-if I think twice, can it still be called impulsive? And it is because of such and such impulses that our life becomes less orderly and full of fun.

As a teacher, I don't want you to be a shrinking person who looks forward and backward. I only hope that you can have the ability to shoulder responsibility after your impulsiveness.

What I saw was quite different from that of Professor Dippet. Outside the Quidditch pitch, I watched you practice repeatedly on the Quidditch pitch on brooms that had long been bald in school, even if you were In the basement, I watched you practice duels and improve your magic. In the Christmas castle, I saw couples under the mistletoe. Whispering softly, rubbing ears and temples together, I see you grow taller day by day, become mature, become beautiful, become fangs and claws, become unbreakable, become courageous, become wise, become generous, and become alert , I think I have fulfilled my dream - to train you into students who are enough to make me proud.

Whether you are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin or Hufflepuff, you will eventually grow into people with courage, wisdom, strategy and moral character, which is also passed down from the four giants at the beginning of the school Give us the expectations of generations of principals.

Please cherish your friends, cherish your ideals, and cherish your past. These things that are common to everyone will be unique treasures that will make you laugh when you recall them late at night, and I I am so happy that I can have a place in your growing memories.

I don't want to take up everyone's time, and I don't want to paint your last impression of Hogwarts as a whimpering headmaster, so these words will just stay in the letter, please remember, Sleeping Dragon, everyone from Hogwarts Everyone who walks out here hides a giant dragon that dares to roar at any time. Of course, please hide your sharp teeth and claws in the gentle sunshine.

Let us turn our attention back to the first line of this letter, my dear children, the moment you put on the sorting hat, your fate is not decided just like that. What we can give you is only a piece of paper where you can rest at will. Warm beds, a classroom where you can learn endless knowledge, a group of interesting friends who can accompany each other - someone once asked me, does the Sorting Hat judge a person?

I want to say, no, what kind of person you will become does not depend on what kind of person you are, but what kind of person you want to be.

I left the Sorting Hat at the entrance of the Great Hall. It may be your first friend when you enter Hogwarts. Maybe you still want to see it on your last day of school.

(By the way, you may not be able to catch up, this year's house cup is won by Hufflepuff.)

Your loyalty,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

...

"I don't think this letter is Dumbledore's style, what do you think?"

Tom raised his head, and after a long silence, he slowly said to Nelson who was sitting opposite. Only half a slice of bread on the plate in front of him showed signs of being touched. The tomato has not even touched a bite. There are not many people in the auditorium. At this moment, it belongs exclusively to the seventh grade students who have completed the last course of the NEWTs exam. These guys who could be called young just a few days ago A complex expression that has never been seen before - they should celebrate this moment, and be happy to get rid of the rules and regulations of teachers and school rules, but at this time of year, this kind of joy of escaping is actually the weakest, don't they Are you nostalgic? No one seems willing to admit that.

"I think, too, that Minerva ghost-wrote it, or Professor Slughorn."

Nelson looked away from the empty plates and looked towards the door of the auditorium. The triangular stool that knew everyone's butt appeared there at some point, and a tattered old wizard hat sat on it with squinted eyes , noticing Nelson's gaze, it raised its eyebrows and showed a narrow smile - if the folds of the piled fabric can be called a smile - at least Nelson thinks so, he murmured, "But I can at least be sure that Professor Dumbledore personally wrote a lot of content, after all, Minerva does not seem to be someone who can write sentences like "softly speaking, ear-to-eye"."

"I think so." Tom smiled. "I remember when you first entered school, you looked down on Slytherin very much. I was afraid that you would drop out of school if you couldn't help it."

"Then where do I go to learn magic?" Nelson shook his head, "I can't become a silent person."

"Want to take a look?" Tom put down the knife and fork that was not stained with a drop of soup, pouted at the sorting hat outside the gate, and invited Nelson, "I wonder if you have become a real Slytherin. "

"It is suggested that Hogwarts set up a college called 'Williams'." Nelson shrugged and stood up, "I don't want to be embarrassed when I graduate."

The two walked through the auditorium, facing familiar or unfamiliar smiling faces. The dome reflected the sunny weather outside the castle. The high-hanging sun generously left warmth and brightness on Nelson's body. The shadow dragged on the ground for a short time, and it ran quickly following Nelson's footsteps, like a confused and excited, timid and bold child, he held up a magic wand longer than his forearm, and held up the magic wand that was about to decide him. Hats for the next seven years of life.

"Oh? It's you? Do you have any objections to my distribution back then?"

"No," Nelson sat on the triangular stool. This stool, which he had to jump to climb up back then, was even a bit crooked. He closed his eyes, but the anxiety of the past was no longer on his face, and he asked softly, " Which academy do you think is more suitable for me now?"

"Let me think about it, brave... you are indeed brave, but it is better to say that you are reckless, too brave; wisdom... you deserve this word, this kind of detached vision has been pursued by her for many years; morality, too. Not bad, you have done a lot of good things." The features of the Sorting Hat wrinkled together, making the already wrinkled hat look even more ugly, and it struggled to think, "Oh, my God, this kind of ambition... Now you really make me feel difficult to choose, maybe you can tell me where your heart is more inclined?"

The Sorting Hat bends over, staring upside down at Nelson's face with the tip of the wizard's hat.

"Did you forget? I'm a Slytherin."

"Okay then, since you said that... Sure enough, the Sorting Hat can't make mistakes," the Sorting Hat raised its head abruptly, adopting the same posture as when the freshmen entered the school, and shouted loudly, "S——"

"Slytherin, give me a try." A hand stretched out from the side, grabbed the hat, and put it on his head, "I think I'm more suitable for Ravenclaw, what do you think?"

Nelson looked around, and Alphard was wearing a hat, standing beside him and Tom triumphantly.

"Gryffindor!!!"

The Sorting Hat's shrill roar pierced the sky, almost toppling the roof of Hogwarts Castle. It tilted up angrily. Nelson swore that even a human face could not make such a wonderful expression. With Azkaban among the options, it would definitely assign Alphard there without hesitation.

"Gryffindor!!"

The Sorting Hat was still roaring, drawing an imperfect end to all the seventh graders staring at it.

...

"It is said that there will be heavy casualties on the Hogwarts Express that sends graduates home every year."

The train, which has become lighter because it carries one-seventh of the passengers on weekdays, is driving quickly on the green wilderness. Every turn it makes, even gives Nelson the illusion that he is about to take off. Alphard sits in the compartment Here, loudly showing off the exclusive news he heard from his sister.

"Because everyone likes to settle old feuds on this train. You know, there are quite a few deadly enemies in the school."

"Really?" Tom narrowed his eyes, his face was not as disappointed as most people left. The day before the train arrived, the news of Professor Mellors' retirement was finally announced on the door of the principal's office and the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. It was announced on the column, and he was holding a receipt of application information in his hand. One month before the start of school, he had to take the train back here to apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. At this moment, he was still a little joking, " Fortunately, before I left, I had already poured laxatives into the water pipes of the castle."

"Really?" Nelson raised his eyebrows, "It won't conflict with the effect of the constipation medicine I prescribed?"

His tone did not seem to be fake, which made Tom, who was still indifferent just now, straighten up suddenly, staring at Nelson with wide eyes, "Are you serious? Is it such a big hatred?"

"Of course I was joking," Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder, "Professor Riddle, did you get into the role so quickly?"

"That's all right." Tom lay back on the backrest, turned slightly sideways, grabbed Alphard's hand that wanted to snatch the receipt, and said lazily, "Be careful that I will put you in confinement, Mr. Black."

"I wish you had applied sooner, Tom," Alphard said grimly, "so I wouldn't have to do my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."

"You can write a letter to Dumbledore to apply for repeating a year," Nelson said with a smile. "In this way, you will be honored to be the first batch of graduates under the supervision of Professor Riddle. Maybe he is willing to teach you a little bit of outside knowledge." There may be unique skills that he can’t learn—of course, the premise is that he really becomes Professor Riddle.”

"Is that why you have no confidence in me?" Tom sat up straight again and raised his voice, "You don't know that the people who compete with me on the stage are all writing about rotten fish and rotten shrimp, and some Defense Against the Dark Arts theorists, Retired Auror, runner-up in the duel competition of the Little Shenlong Club... Oh my God, this is the first time I've heard that there is such a ranking as runner-up. Don't you feel ashamed to write it in your resume? I remember that the club he said was a Gobstone club. It might not be possible to get all four duel contestants together. I suggest that Hogwarts learn this kind of brazen spirit, so that the term of the House Cup will sound much better, but it will be called the fourth runner-up... Damn, I think again Let’s face it, we are the youngest this year, oh no, it’s about the fourth place.”

"Hey, runner-up," Alphard smirked, "the last Hogwarts joke."

"Mr. Black," Tom's eyes suddenly fixed on Alphard fiercely, and he said through gritted teeth, "I remember you just said that this train is often used to settle old grudges?"

"It's...not often." Alphard held his schoolbag to his chest, "I remember we don't have any grudges, buddy?"

"Really?" Tom stood up, "If Mr. Black, who is not a genius, came up with the genius idea of ​​skipping classes with the excuse of an internship, and enjoyed life in Diagon Alley for half a month, we would You don't have to bear the unreasonable disaster of deducting thirty points every day until you are found, are you right?"

"Tom," Alphard said angrily, "you are no longer a boy representative, a prefect, or even a student of Slytherin!"

"Gal, please." Tom turned sideways and made way for Nelson, "Help, don't let the train stop, thank you."

Nelson nodded, stood up, walked past Tom, and gave Alphard a sympathetic look.

"Help me, Nelson! Help buddy!"

"You buddy is pretty good at calling, did you learn it in Diagon Alley?" Tom showed a ferocious smile.

Nelson shrugged, closed the door of the compartment, nodded to the two girls holding hands in the corridor, and shut the last sentence "Nelson, help me, how can I live without you!" inside.