My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

When the first rays of sunlight fell on Moody's face, he rolled over and woke up instantly from the contrast between the soft sheets and the hard plank bed in the Hogwarts dormitory.

His eyes snapped open and he reached for the pocket, but the feel of his palm was empty. Moody threw back the covers and was in his pajamas, his coat neatly folded on the chair beside the bed, his wand resting on top of it , the curtains have been pulled open, and a small white figure is holding a foaming sponge to wipe the glass.

Moody remembered what happened last night—he had dinner at Nelson's house, and by the way he finished the bottle of wine he brought. He drank almost all of this bottle of wine by himself, so that he was still a little confused when he woke up in the morning. Confused.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a neat knock on the door, and Moody jumped out of bed, wand in hand, and walked cautiously to the door with bare feet.

"I'm in a hurry today." When Moody opened the door, he saw Nelson holding a tray in one hand and watching the time on his pocket watch with the other hand. He handed the tray to Moody, put away the pocket watch, and took a picture. Pat him on the shoulder and said, "You have ten minutes to wash, eat, and rest. After ten minutes, I will wait for you in the living room."

"But now—"

"Six fifty," Nelson nodded. "Dark wizards are all nocturnal. You don't want to yawn and die gloriously. At least I didn't drag you to see London at four o'clock in the morning."

Leaning less, Moody, who smelled of peppermint in his mouth, rubbed his eyes and walked down the stairs. He always felt that this was not a serious Auror training. When he yawned and looked at the wall clock showing 7:59 At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nelson's back as he opened the door and left.

"I'm not late!"

Moody yelled, and Sa Yazi chased after him. Just as he was about to run to the gate, Nelson's voice came from behind him and stopped him: "The time is just right, Moody, seeing you wanting so urgently I'm relieved to go out."

"Um?"

Moody turned his head, Nelson was sitting on the sofa neatly dressed, exactly the same as when he just went out, he put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the hot milk on the coffee table, drank the last sip, picked up the box at his feet, stand up.

"Are you kidding?" Moody looked at Nelson suspiciously, and then at the door, "I just saw you go out."

"Salary will be deducted for absenteeism," Nelson shrugged, buttoned the soft felt hat on his head, and strode towards the door. Moody ran out after Nelson, stepped on the water stains on the floor, and almost He slipped and fell, and Nelson held him up and said, "You don't want to see me make Christian eat hay every day because I don't have money, do you?"

"Of course... no, I thought you just went out."

"You read it wrong."

Nelson shook his head, and slapped the wall of the foyer with a slap. A group of Moody's familiar runes lit up under Nelson's call, and the sudden strong suction force pulled the door open. Moody looked intently, the door The scenery outside became hazy at some point, like a misty water curtain, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

He rubbed his eyes, and before he had time to ask, Nelson pushed the door out. The cold touch across the water made Moody wake up completely, and Nelson's voice floated faintly from behind: "After you fell asleep last night , I wrote to Mr. Boggart specifically, and now I can be said to be your temporary guardian, and I suggest that you call me uncle during the next journey."

"What--"

Moody's words were torn apart during the apparition.

"My name is Igor Karkaroff, you can call me Uncle Karkaroff," Moody turned his head and saw a black-haired man with a goatee coming out of a slowly closing water door, He stroked the beard on his chin, and the darker iron bars were reflected in his black eyes like a fox. He was holding a gorgeous black cane, and he was dressed in a black suit that was out of season and looked very hot. Pi Qiu looked at the iron cage where they were imprisoned, and clicked his tongue, "Is this a place that is absolutely safe and absolutely impossible to be discovered? Tom, I have to say, you are really a great genius."

It was only then that Moody realized the environment he was in. This was a dark cell, the iron bars were covered with rust marks and traces of unknown liquid, and the air was filled with a rotten rust smell. He wrinkled his nose, his eyes became serious, it was the smell of blood.

This cell is not big, and some hay that is also stained with that kind of trace is spread on the floor. He remembered what Nelson said just now, "Let Christian eat hay without money", and couldn't help retching, Moody Stretching out his hand to hold on to the wall, the greasy and wet touch caused him to throw away his hand immediately, and his fingertips touched some rough nicks. He took a closer look through the sunlight shining from the corridor, and the wall was densely engraved with The counting symbols—there are four vertical and one horizontal ones, some with pentagrams, and even characters he didn't understand—he realized that this cell had already sent more than one prisoner, and they came from all over the world. , I don’t know if there is a chance to see the sun the next day after leaving.

"Is this... Azkaban?"

Moody felt cold all over and couldn't help shivering. He remembered the words his boss had frightened him when he was an intern in the Law Enforcement Department-the fear spread by those pleasure-sucking monsters was exactly the same as what he felt now.

He braced himself up, raised his wand, and carefully looked around, but just as the illuminating spell came on, a pale and relaxed face in the opposite cell was reflected in his rehearsal, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped his wand. Throw it out.

Moody looked behind him beggingly, wanting to seek Nelson's help, but he was no longer here, and the water door on the wall only left a eye-catching water stain that quickly faded away.

"Azkaban? Hehe," the resident in the opposite cell turned out to be an elderly witch, she gave a strange laugh like a vulture, "British? There are no such scary monsters here, but—"

Moody turned around and pointed at her firmly with his wand. The bewilderment caused by the change of environment had all disappeared. He suppressed the fear in his heart, and the wand in his hand gave him great courage. He knew that Nelson, who had disappeared, must be He will not abandon himself, but before that, he must face everything here alone.

"—but this place is far more terrifying than your Azkaban," the old witch giggled, licked her long, filthy nails, and stared longingly at the wand in his hand, "Young man, You'll soon be praying that the prison you're in is Azkaban, unless—"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you give her the wand," a weak male voice came from the cell next to him, and a suppressed beast-like growl could be vaguely heard in his throat, "Of course I don't think you are so stupid to come here Those who come, at least will not do the stupid thing of handing over the wand to others easily."

The movement here woke up the other prisoners in the cell, shouts and curses in various languages ​​came and went, but without a wand, this group of people couldn't do anything.

Distraught by the noise, Moody simply closed his eyes and lowered the volume around him with the earplug spell that Tom had taught him.

"squeak--"

The gate at the end of the corridor was raised, and two figures walked in side by side, interrupting the revelry of the prisoners in the prison. Moody, who was sitting on the pile of hay, raised his head and his eyes slowly lit up.

"Yes, that's my nephew, he's a good guy." The slippery and hoarse German sounded at the end of the corridor, "He just didn't know what to do, and he messed with the bastards patrolling the street."

"Can the good boy come here?" The rough man beside him snorted and said, "Can the good boy be your nephew?"

"For us, he's a good guy, and those good kids can't even survive here."

"Haha, of course, survival of the fittest," the rough man's footsteps were accompanied by the sound of dense shackles colliding, as if there were hundreds of handcuffs hanging on his body, and those prisoners who were still irritable just now heard his voice Afterwards, as well-behaved as a little white rabbit, he seemed very proud of what the other person said, and laughed loudly, "What's his name? Is it Karkaroff?"

"Of course, that's my nephew," Nelson's contrived voice was getting closer, and Moody could tell he was talking to a jailer or warden, "his name is Lucas Carter." Karlov, I just don't know if letting him go will cause you trouble."

"No, there are usually fewer people here. Whether they escaped from prison or died, or died on the way to escape from prison, our method is to go to the street to arrest people. Anyway, we only need to ensure that when you big shots come to pick people up, they will be in prison. It would be nice to have a guy who can breathe in here," said the rough man, "what's more, even if it's troublesome, with Mr. Karkaroff's sincerity, this kind of trouble can't be called trouble, can it?"

"That's good."

"Cell No. 13...let me think about it," the rough man thought as his footsteps got closer and closer, "I remember a stowaway named Shan Jian lived there last week... Hey, that name is really difficult I mean, that guy committed suicide last week by pulling his stomach, and blood splattered all over the room, I hope your nephew is getting used to living there."

The two finally reached the door of Cell No. 13 where Moody was, and the light of the Illuminating Charm illuminated his face. Moody raised his head, and a man with a swollen face was holding a wand, poking at the iron railing, As he had guessed, the wizard's waist and back were covered with shackles, and they were dragged far away. Moody looked away from his face, gave Nelson a complaining look, and stood up.

"Very good, very energetic, you are right, he is a good guy," the man squeezed out a smile that was more ferocious than threatening out of good intentions, and opened the door of the cell, "Come out, your uncle is here to pick you up .”

...

"Why don't you just rush out?" Breathing the fresh air, Moody took a few sips from the water bottle hanging on his waist, wiped his mouth, and asked, "There is only one jailer, and none of the prisoners have wands. , the two of us should be able to type it out easily."

"That's too rough and troublesome," Nelson explained patiently. "If you were an Auror and wanted to search a heavily guarded stronghold, would you choose to break into it? Unless you sincerely gave the people inside I left a chance to destroy the evidence, and I will save you a lot of trouble by going for you this way, and let you experience what it’s like to be among the black wizards. On the other hand, this warden has become a confirmed The first significant witness of our identity."

"oh……"

"If I were you, I would like to take a piece of paper and write down what I just said. Sometimes it is more efficient to sneak in and disguise than to fight in." Nelson raised his arm and pulled Moody aside with his cane , avoiding a horse-drawn carriage that was galloping wildly, "One more thing, you have to watch the road when you walk."

Moody raised his head. At this moment, they were in a busy street. The street was full of pedestrians, but most of them were in a hurry, and they had almost no desire to communicate with the passers-by. Moody was very upset. I don't go shopping, but I also feel that the atmosphere on this street is not right.

He noticed that the people here are dressed in different styles, and they seem to come from different countries around the world. The most spoken language on the street is German, which he is not very proficient in. In addition, people on the street are watching passers-by. Whispering in a language he doesn't understand.

Moody was keenly aware that on the huge street, most people actually had magic wands, and they put their hands where they could most easily reach their wands. They all looked like experienced Aurors, but a wave of The "stink of black magic" that he hates is slowly wafting in the street.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The sound of the horse's hooves was getting farther and farther away. Moody raised his head and looked at the carriage that almost hit him just now. It was turning a corner. An old hand was slowly lifting the curtains on the carriage. An old man's face was peeking out from behind the window. It was exposed, looking at "Igor Karkarov" walking on the street across the bustling crowd, Nelson raised the corner of his mouth, and slid his index finger and middle finger across his throat.

Moody's expression was even more shocked. He noticed that the old man had a strange blue eye, which seemed to have an independent consciousness. While staring at Nelson, the blue eye turned to one side, staring at him firmly. Moody only felt a tingling in his temples, and he closed his eyes hard as the memory of not long ago was about to emerge.

He didn't open his eyes panting until Nelson's hand was on Moody's wet shoulder. Nelson was raising the cane to shield it from Moody's face. He patted Moody's shoulder and nodded. Said: "The brain defense technique is not bad."

"That is--"

"You should have seen him, or heard of him," Nelson said, narrowing his eyes, looking at the corner where the carriage disappeared, "The biggest dark magic dealer in Knockturn Alley, a man who loves tomb robbery or murder, and then in the basement The lunatic who created the corpse, logically speaking, he just passed away in Azkaban last month, and thinking about it now, wizard prisons all over the world should follow the same set of rules."

"Boggin Burke..."

"That's right," Nelson nodded, "Let's go, get me a carriage first, it's not good enough."

...

"Why don't you build two seats?"

Moody was driving a carriage on the dirt road in the suburbs. He said that he didn't need to operate much. Not long ago, he watched Nelson make this car out of water by the side of a stream. The carriage and even the two horses driving it were made of water. This shock lasted until he began to think about why he squatted on a horse harness as a coachman.

Moody lifted the beaded curtain behind him and looked at Nelson, who was holding a cane in his arms, closed his eyes as if holding a sword, and meditated.

After hearing Moody's question, Nelson suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his cane and pointed out the window, and several followers floated up like this.

They hit the ground quickly, and Nelson's answer reached Moody's ears.

"Because I only have one ass."